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 Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 10:25 pm
RED:
Adrian "A" Walker - Soldier
James "Virgil" Ramsey - Sniper
Lucas "Murdoc" Murdoch - Pyro
BLU:
Eilis "Risa" O'Neill - Demowoman
Katharine "Katze" Schwarz - Engineer
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 9:16 pm
Name: Adrian "A" Walker Hale
Nickname*: Kid, Rocket, Berserker
Class: Soldier
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Birthdate: June 8
Nationality: Australian
Birthplace/Hometown: Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
Description [Image or a Few lines]: A is built rather large, with broad shoulders and a generally full figure. She has shoulder length, slightly messy blonde hair that curls a bit around her ears. She wears a dark red tank top with the emblem of RED emblazoned on the front. Over this she wears a black set of harness belts, on which she carries extra grenades. She wears khaki military fatigues, a supply belt holding them up, and a pair of tough, steel toed boots. On her hands are a pair of gloves meant to help her hold on to most objects, and protecting her head is a brown army surplus helmet tilted back. She constantly has a warped expression, as if ready to snap at any time. Eschewing a trench shovel, she uses a machete as her melee weapon of choice.
Bio/Background:At the age of around thirteen, she ran away from home and took on the wilderness on her own. She hated her family so much she refused to use her real name, instead going by her first initial. For the next few years she found herself knowing a cold hard reality no girl her age would ever know at that time period in history. To erase her past, she has dissolved her identity into a single letter. "A" is a scream of death, and that's how she likes it. Five years later A returned from her walkabout as a mysterious stranger hired her to kill a man. That man was her own father, Ralph Walker. She carried out the operation successfully. Soon after, she was recruited by RED. Her first team did not welcome her well at first, as she was the first woman they ever worked alongside.
A is hard to gain the trust of, but God help you if you betray her. Hatred of Spies runs deep in her blood. She's never been in military operations prior to joining RED, but she rushes into battle like it's her daily life. If backed into a corner she throws caution to the wind. Her preferred fighting style is blitzkrieging the opponent into oblivion. She's less a dyed in the wool Soldier, and more of a roughneck fighter. Her trademark is her banshee-like rallying cry before charging into battle swinging her machete. Unfortunately she is a bit clumsy at times, and hasn't quite perfected the rocket jump.
A former Sniper, A changed her profession once she realized how much she enjoyed slaughtering her enemies up close. Being a sniper meant picking off her enemies from a distance, often without being close enough to see them die. She preferred to fight up close and personal and get soaked in the blood of her victims as much as possible. The rocket launcher was far more exciting than a sniper rifle. She kept her machete from her sniping days, keeping it constantly soaked in the blood of the BLU team. That, and her aim is kind of rubbish.
Likes*: Bladed weapons, the word "schadenfreude", Burgers, small animals (Her one weakness), Pink Floyd, booze.
Dislikes*:Spies (with a passion), Most normal people, the American dream (she thinks it's a farce), men who talk down to her
Sexual Preference*: Asexual
Romanceable?*: Probably not.
Additional Notes*:
A has taken to taunting people.
Rocket Launcher - She stands at attention and draws her thumb up, drawing it across her throat and folding her arms.
Assault Rifle - She lifts the gun in the air, waves it about, fires off five or six shots in the air.
Machete - She pulls out the knife and slowly licks it.
Direct Hit - She clenches her fists, crossing her arms in front of her, and pumps them down to her sides while letting out a scream. For no good reason, a random wind will blow her hair out.
Equalizer - She lets out a loud battle cry, thrusting her Equalizer into the air and swinging it down.
Also notable is her strange selection of headwear.
Rebel's Bandana - A solid red kerchief tied around her head. Her hair trails out from underneath.
Acolyte's Red Belt - A red cloth belt tied around her forehead with the tails hanging out from under her hair. Thought to be red from the blood of her enemies.
Bucket - Simply a bucket worn on the head in the manner of a helmet.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 9:17 pm
Name: James Ramsey
Nickname*: Virgil (His middle name)
Class: Sniper
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Birthdate: October 24
Nationality: Australian (Irish descent)
Birthplace/Hometown: Darwin, Australia
Description [Image or a Few lines]: 
Virgil stands about 6'4" and weighs about 185 pounds. He has short brown hair, teased slightly in the front and with slightly long mutton chops. Most of his hair is covered by a slouch hat with the band adorned with a row of teeth from various exotic creatures. His brown eyes are obscured by a pair of mirrored shades. He wears a collared red shirt with a dark leather vest over it and a pair of brown slacks. On his side, he has some old scars from numerous fights.
Bio/Background: Born in Darwin as the only child of a pair of ranchers, Virgil grew up without many friends except for the ranch hands. Consequently, his social skills never got much polish. Around the age of about fifteen, Virgil's wander lust grew too great for him to just leave to die. Despite his father's wishes that Virgil learn to run the ranch, he opte instead to work for a local bushranger and gain experience tracking dangerous game. He found tracking to pay much better than a ranch job. As time went on, he found that people would pay even higher amounts of money if one's quarry was other people. He left his tracking job with a new set of skills and quickly became a successful assassin, leading to being hired by RED. However, it also led to a growing rift between him and his father.
Virgil possesses a generally laid-back personality, not bothering to get into many conflicts. It doesn't help that he's got almost no social skills. He can be professional, sure, but it's about the only type of relationship one can have with him. He does have a bit of a soft spot though, and high moral standards. For instance, he won't turn his rifle on children, pregnant women, or the elderly. He's got a bit of a chivalrous streak toward the women on his team, and would gladly open the door or pull out a chair for any one of them. It's not like he thinks women are weak and fragile; it's just how his parents brought him up. He may be a bit of an a** sometimes, but seldom will you hear Virgil swear.
Likes*: The Beatles, sleeping late, traveling, writing, vegging out, letters from hi mum
Dislikes*: Spies, being bored, busybodies, people with no sense of decency, loud noises, getting up early
Sexual Preference*: Straight
Romanceable?*: It's about as easy as giving a crocodile a root canal.
Additional Notes*:
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