About

Johannes Rossman was born in London, UK in 1991. His family was killed in a riot when he was only five. He quickly aligned his allegences with the Irish Republican Army.

They taught him to shoot.. They taught him how to fly. They taught him to kill. When he was ten, he took his few belongings, and left. He flew his plane out of the country, and into the United States. The flight tower at the airport that he was requesting permission to land at denied his request, because of the unfortunate attacks on the US.

He taught himself how to drive and bought himself a cellphone. He started assassinating at the age of twelve. He racked up cash doing this, with at least one- thousand dollars each kill.

He wore a mask when he was in the buisness of assassinating. It only covered his mouth, but it kept him from being caught several times. Eventually he came to be known as the 'Masked Murderer', but he could not keep up with all of the requests coming in.


He moved to Detroit, and made his home in one of the abandoned car factories. He built a plane there, and eventually flew it to Gaia Island. He bought a house there, and took his military gear with him.


His plane, an SR-71 Blackbird, was kept with the GMCC as a reconnassance craft. His attack plane however, he kept in Detroit. He bought one of the hangars there, and stored it there. His helicopter, a UH- 1 Huey, he also entrusted into the GMCC. He is now an active member of the GMCC, and is a Senior Sergeant in it's Air Force.

He a fierce anti- terror, and anti- communist, with a strong entrenchment with Machiavellian beliefs. He fights for civilization, and takes pride in it.

"So, like my life story? Put into only a few paragraphs, but moving nontheless? Screw this. I'll tell you myself."

"When my parents were killed in a riot, I basically swam my way to Ireland. Great country. I got mixed up in gang warfare, and eventually joined the IRA."

"Man, those were the days. The days of Hell. They pushed me as hard as a terrorist organization could. Soon the time came when I couldn't take enough. When I was ten, I stole an MP7 and flew my old World War Two Junkers J87 Stuka out of the country. That was in '01. I flew far over the Atlantic, and tried to land in NYC. Of course because of 9/11, I was denied. Hell, I was mad. But understanding."

"There wasn't much I could do, but I somehow made it to Detroit. Like the above s**t paragraphs, I did start killing at the age of twelve. Mostly for gangs and such, but also for other adult contacts."

"Then I, erm, 'borrowed', an SR-71 Blackbird, and fixed it up enough to fly. It was perfect. I put seals on it, guns, and a few bombs."

"Then I flew to Gaia Island, (thankfully I wasn't denied this time,) bought a house, and forgot that my childhood had ever happened. Now I'm a soldier in the GMCC Air Force, and it's great."

"There you go. That's me. A more or less much more descriptive bio. "