Name: D.Z.
Age/Gender: 19 Male
Rank: Initiate
Common Equipment: (Depending on the situation)
Duel double barrel sawn-off shotguns
or
.30 cal Hunting Rifle

Always carries his Buck knife

Also is fond of Desert Eagles and hand grenades, if the situation calls for it.
Preferred Style: DZ has always had an explosive personality, and the same rings true of his assassination style. Many consider his technique brutish and brash, but it has always gotten the job done and he has never missed his kill, although many times he tends to have a bit too much collateral. His usual technique is to stealth his way in, hide out until he spots his target, then blow shit up until the target is dead or dying, and then bugger off before anyone realises what the hell just happened. He's been caught by the police several times, but they have never managed to hold him for more than a week or so before he escapes again.

If absolutely necessary, DZ is an expert with a hunting rifle and can pick off a target from 500 yards off. He still prefers to blow up shit though whenever possible.

Biography: DZ was brought up in a rough part of Philidelphia, where gangs ran the streets and the only way to make a quick dollar was drugs. He was brought up around violence, his father beat his mother on a daily basis. One day, his father came home drunk, and when DZ's mom told him to get out of the house, flew into a rage and stabbed the mother 28 times in the chest. When the police got to the house, they found the mother and the father both dead, with the father's juglar slashed and with countless stab wounds all over his body, and DZ missing. DZ was 12, and he had made his first kill. He would never be seen in Phili again.

About four years after that, DZ joined the army. Although the Army noted his violent temper, and sick passion for death and violence, they still allowed him to go on with training, and eventually sent him to fight the war in Iran in 2010. After one engagement in which most of DZs platoon was killed, his CO commanded DZ to retreat, but the command was ignored, and DZ charged into the opposing force's line firing wildly. The rest of the platoon was forced to retreat and leave DZ for dead. DZ killed about 7 of the insurgents before being taken prisoner, where he was tortured, beaten, and presumed dead by the Army.

When DZ returned to the field HQ of his platoon two weeks later with nothing but his buckknife and his fatigues, his unit was amazed. The Army was not so impressed and put him under courtmartial for ignoring a direct order. But before sentence could be passed, DZ once again escaped. After his one year stay in the army, DZ has been lying low for the past three years, serving as a small time hitman for pissed off husbands and the like, with the occasional mob affliation. He was picked up by a recruiter only about three weeks to a month ago.

Physical Description: 5'11", black, hard brown eyes, buzzcut. When off duty usually wears jeans and a wifebeater. When on a job in a street he'll usually be dressed as either a hobo or a buisnessman. When he has to sneak around, he wears a skimask, black sweatpants (they make almost no noise when he run as opposed to denim or leather), and a black wifbeater with black gloves and a kevlar vest.

Other Important Info: He has a hell of a temper, and a booming laugh. He's a bit bipolar, so you never know when he's going to laugh or when he'll cock one of his sawnoffs and stick it in your face.

Warning: I am going to be away this coming week, so if I dont replay, don't freak out.