Peter Frost
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Spectacle-Wearing Sharpshooter
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Post by Peter Frost on Feb 26, 2013 21:53:36 GMT -5
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sex: male | sexual orientation: heterosexual | race: Human ALIASES:Mundy, the Armourer AGE:16 RANK:N/A
Oh my god, you’ve been shot. Did you get a look at the handsome rogue who did it? FACE CLAIM:Acchi Kocchi – Io Otonashi
HEIGHT:5’ 10”/178cm
WEIGHT:13st/85kg
APPEARANCE: Peter, while not being especially tall, manages to make up for this with a healthy figure – after all, most weight is muscle, and though not especially strong, his lean muscle is still satisfactory for his line of work. However, he does have disproportionately broad shoulders – not enough to make him look freakish, but enough for picking shirts to be a pain in the neck. His eyes are a darker shade of blue, and seem to be toned grey as well, to a point. His hair, on the other hand, is a dark brown colour, though not dark enough to be considered black. It reaches down to just past his ears, bar the eternal cowlick that plagues him – the one just above his forehead.
Regarding clothing, Peter was never one for gaudy or overly attention-grabbing pieces, though this is a given when you take into account his means of waging war on Hollows. Though his brown, rectangular spectacles seem a hypocritical addition to his appearance, the rest just seems wholly impractical for sneaking around. He will usually don a white shirt, reminiscent of an office worker’s, though he will sometimes stray to wearing pale blue numbers, or if he’s especially daring, pale red. The shirt is usually not tucked in, completely defying its formal intentions. His trousers are a pair of smart ones – not entirely formal, but enough to make him look like businessman if he tidied himself up and wore a tie. The same goes for his shoes, a pair of brown leather lace-ups. However, the art of disguise is knowing how to hide in plain sight, as a great detective once said – and this outfit allows him to just blend in with the everyday crowd, a drop of tea in the ocean.
I’m not a crazed gunman, dad, I’m an assassin. LIKES: Guava juice Mystery novels Romance novels Spicy food Guns Developing his technology Testing his technology
DISLIKES: Chocolate (on its own) People who can’t sit still People who won’t get up Attention-seekers The obstinate Sub-par authors
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Clueless – unable to tell what people feel towards him, unless they put up a huge neon sign declaring it. And even that’s not guaranteed to work.
Periodically insensitive – he just happens to say the wrong thing, at the wrong time, to the wrong people.
Too quiet – sometimes, he’ll just stop talking, at least to other people.
Not quiet enough – at other times, he just won’t shut up.
Violent – though he usually remains calm, if worked up into a frenzy, he’ll become some sort of bloodthirsty maniac.
POSITIVE TRAITS: Perpetually calm – to see him anything but stoically calm and level-headed is a strange occurrence indeed.
Disciplined – he knows just when to hold back, when to push, when to finish the job, and when to just leave it.
Determined – once he sets his mind to it, he won’t relent until all hope is lost. He may retreat, but he won’t give up.
Prioritising – he is able to sort out who to shoot first, and when to ask questions. He doesn’t like wasting time.
EXTRAS:He likes to wear a fez when nobody’s looking.
Now this… is a nice weapon. WEAPONS: Peter carries around a pair of identical pistols, each one modified to be able to deal with more afterlife-oriented beings. The pistols in question are not especially notable, with a mud-brown grip, and a barrel approximately the length of his hand – from wrist to the tip of his middle finger. The metal the firearms are made of is polished, but only enough to keep it from looking obscenely dirty. However, the main difference lies in where the magazine is held. To anyone, it looks like something normally loaded into a pistol, whereas in actual fact, it is a specially-designed energy magnet. Programmed to draw in ambient spiritual energy, it then stores this power, and uses it to create bullets, of sorts. The shots themselves are fairly deadly to a run-of-the-mill Hollow, but a low-ranked Shinigami would likely treat the attacks as wasp stings, without the stinger. The cartridge draws in energy, and therefore, it does not require reloading – however, there is a one-second delay between shots, more if excessive use causes overheating.
Peter has also managed to adapt the same technology into a L115A3 long-range sniper rifle, one that he has made entirely black – likely for camouflage purposes. However, the weapon is merely a prototype – it suffers as a result. Its range has been severely reduced, making it a mid-long range weapon – leaning on mid. It suffers a horrendous amount of kick when fired, to the extent where a special helmet has to be worn to protect the user when it is use. However, its stopping power remains unimpeded – this is, in effect, a one-shot, one-kill weapon. And it had better be – the sound it makes when firing is like thunder. The weapon is still being refined, and is troublesome to carry and use – therefore, it remains in storage, only taken out when development is in progress, or when its services are needed.
To deal with his lack of melee weaponry, a butterfly knife is carried with him when possible. Possessing a serrated edge and a smoother one, though the actual blade is slight, it would still smart if it went into someone. The knife contains no special technology – it is strictly a last resort, or to be used on vulnerable foes when wanting to remain undetected. The knife itself is coloured entirely black, and is polished to a glint. However, a slight stench of blood still lingers upon it.
SIGIL
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Professionals have standards. HISTORY: Born as a perfectly normal human being in a hospital that was nowhere near any dangerous chemical plants, Peter was born with no special traits, other than that which a human has that normally unique – DNA, fingerprints, the works. His father was a dentist and his mother a history teacher – neither had been assaulted by a Hollow. One wasn’t a Shinigami who had decided to take up residence on Earth, the other was definitely not a Quincy hiding from the Soul Society for war crimes committed donkey’s years ago. Maybe the surname was a little strange, but when someone is that inconspicuous, people start looking for things that are different in a person.
Things took a turn for the different when Peter was five, some would reason. Hollows always seemed to be attracted to the family, but not because of the parents. They couldn’t even see the Hollows, and those who saved them. But the little boy could – he was always talking of monsters, of knights with swords, of explosions. Perhaps it was a careless memory wipe – perhaps it was something tucked deep away inside him. There could be many things affecting it, but the truth of the matter was that he always remembered. Not explicitly, but there were always dreams, plaguing him. Not anyone else – just that little boy, because he never truly forgot.
He was taken to a psychologist, one a friend of the family had recommended. Likely because he was the psychologist. He examined the boy, asked him questions, ran some test, just generally analysed the child – and, upon finishing, he spoke to the child. Alone. Knowing little of the course the man had undertaken, the parents entrusted their mutual friend with their child, and left to await the conclusion of the talk. “Now,” the man had said, “What I am about to tell you is never to be revealed to anyone. Not your parents, not your friends, not your teachers. The monsters you see in your dreams, the men and women with swords – they’re all real. Every one of them is, or was, real. They walk among us as spirits, and we can see them. The monsters will try and eat you. They will try to eat everyone. But the brave people will kill the monsters. You are safe, peter. Remember that.”
But Peter didn’t feel safe. he felt protected at first, but as the years wore on, he felt less and less protected. It didn’t help that he was a genius, possessing a brain that had developed far faster than it should have. He was designing mind-boggling circuits by the time he was ten – naturally, his mind aged faster than his body as well. He became old beyond his years. And, feeling vulnerable, the boy sought out the psychologist from all those years ago, to learn of his secrets, to learn just what was going on around him. He wanted answers – and he wanted in.
And the man knew Peter would return. He knew that the day would come, when he would have to answer for telling that innocent little five-year-old the truth. But, the truth was what he needed – and now, he was going to be made into a warrior. Not a Quincy, Shinigami, Fullbringer, or anything else. He was to be a human, and ordinary human – except with unrealistically advanced thoughts. He would be taught how to fight, how to hide, how to sneak, how to make up for his weaknesses as a human – he was going to be pushed to his absolute physical, mental and emotional limits. And he wanted it, worse than anything.
Of course, his parents had to be convinced to let him leave, and that was never going to happen. So he did something rather drastic – maybe unnecessary, but it was certainly effective. In two separate areas, at completely different times, a psychologist and a ten-year-old boy were flattened by a car. No correlation was made between the two – perhaps, if the populace was clued up on gigais, they’d have recognised that the bodies weren’t even real, and the two had actually absconded. They left the country, travelling to the psychologist’s homeland – Japan. It was there that all of his resources were, and it was there that training would begin.
The two forged a deep teacher-student relationship over the years, though neither took to the other as a parent. Peter often regretted his decision to abandon his parents – he had a perfectly normal life at home, he had friends, he had family, he had everything he needed to be happy. And he had thrown it all away, because he was an impressionable child who wanted to be independent. But, he never let himself go back – he refused to He had gotten himself into the mess he was in, and he was not going to leave until either it was finished – or he was.
Numerous resources were available, not limited to the fortune that the man possessed, but the many connections he had made over the years. He was, in actuality, an ex-Quincy. Having lost his powers after being forced to pull of his Sanrei glove, he had been waiting for the chance to train someone to fight Hollows, to prove that an effective hunter needed no special power, that all they needed was whatever Mother Nature gave them, and what they attained through hard work and toil. Peter was a godsend – now it was just a matter of training him to be a Hollow’s greatest fear.
After much experimenting, testing, and more experimenting, a new type of ammo delivery was developed, one that could be fitted to modern firearms. The Spirit Cartridge – developed by a child, finished by an adolescent. He was, after all, a genius – he’d not just been training his body and aim, for six years. He began attempting to adapt the technology to other weapons – rifles, revolvers, you name it, he’s tried it. And he thinks he’s onto something, but currently, the sniper rifle’s performance does not bode well for his future attempts. Nevertheless, it is a prototype, and he knows it will be some time before its perfection.
RP SAMPLE: Hollow just ahead – and, when he was told just ahead, this was relative to his rifle’s range. Therefore, while he was told it was just ahead, it was actually quite a distance away. Nevertheless, this was not the time to be griping about distances – now was the time to be blowing a Hollow’s brains out. And though Frost had never actually studied whether a Hollow had tangible brains or not, the fact that shooting them in the head with a high-powered rifle destroyed them was good enough for him. However, that his rifle was slowing him down as he leapt between the closely-packed rooftops was not as well-accepted by him. The wind was no more than a light breeze today, and by the time he had found the target, Peter had established that he would be looking down upon his target as he shot. This was excellent news – it made the kill so much easier. Dirt and loose pieces of roof crunched underfoot as he ran, rifle continually slamming against his back. Some small solace was taken, in the fact that he was required to carry no more than one Spirit Cartridge per gun, and they weren’t even that heavy in the first place. The same could not be said for the guns themselves, however. The roar of a perpetually ravenous Hollow sounded, a sound the general populace was oblivious to. But not Peter. Peter knew the sound well, and it was essentially translated into ‘Shoot me now!’ And, as ever, the boy was obliged to grant this wish, usually with a few sift rounds to the face. However, this was a crowded area – he couldn’t just go wading in, and the Hollow would be needed to be stopped immediately There was no waiting, so the rifle had been brought out. Not a common decision, but it happens. And so, Peter took up position, aiming his sights, waiting for just the right moment, just waiting for the lumbering beast to let its head come into view.
One thunder-like rifle crack later, and another soul had been obliterated. Mission accomplished. CLASS/LEVEL:BG-2 STATS: Statistics Class/level: HAN: 3 REI: 3 HAK: 2 SEI: 3 BUK: 6 HOH: 3 Points Earned: 0 Total points: 20
Be polite. Be efficient. Have a plan to kill everyone you meet. CBOX/OOC NAME:Timey-Wimey Lord OTHER CHARACTERS:N/A |
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Post by Hash on Feb 27, 2013 19:40:25 GMT -5
Approved for BG-2 with 20 points.
You can go ahead and fill out the fields: class/level and stats. Once you're done, comment here so that we can check them over, and this will be moved to accepted.
Also, if you could change your display name to Peter Frost now, that would be great.
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