CHARACTER SHEET (Midnighter) WIP

Name: Tyler Virth

Age: 32

Height: 

Gender: Male

Appearance: 
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Occupation: Currently unemployed, at a younger age he had a potentially successful career as a motorcycle racer but lost it all with an injury. Now he hops between meaningless labour jobs.

Personal Interests: Adrenalin sports, bikes, tattoos, leather, whiskey.

Fears: Tyler is claustrophobic, He fears being trapped.
He also fears being helpless or considered weak.

Power: Acrobat, 

Misc. Info: 

Sample:
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A firm breeze sails the cloudless, star filled sky. A single droplet of sweat accentuates the chill as it falls down the burning warm skin of a bare exposed chest, hiding away a heavy beating heart. 
His muscular half naked body, a sillouet against the bright full moon cascading down upon the cliff which they stood atop.
Tyler or 'Ty' for short impatiently checks his watch. He breathes slow and heavily, watching his warm breath forming clouds in the cold air before him.
Meanwhile Kiera, his latest fling, struggles up the steep hill and finally catches him in her sight. 
He rubs his bloody and bruised knuckles as she approaches behind him. 

He knows she is there, he can hear her but can't bring himself to turn around. She continues to near. 
Even as he stares down over the edge of the sheer cliff into the abyss of the darkness far below, he can't shake her from his head, the hours spent fantasising over her dreamy forbidden body were not so easily forgotten. 

His mind was racing wild, it was a blur of untraceable thoughts. 11:59, close enough. He spins around, 

"BANG!" 

The sudden sound shatters the silence and repeats out echoing as it travels the open distance.
Ty's ears scream with an echoing ring. 
Looking out in shock Kiera was not in sight, instead there stood the hulking bearded giant known as Carl, his nose still crooked and dry blood stained his messy long beard that surrounded his gap-tooth grin. Only he wasn't grinning now, panic filled his bloodshot eyes and he drops the heavy metallic device that was in his hand.

A gun.

Ty looks down to his stomach, he could feel the warmth of his blood spill into his cold hands already clutching the wound. Struck by a sudden dizziness, before he could look back up, he fell.

And fell.

And fell.

The roaring wind around him slowly becoming a gentle breeze as the darkness softly embraces him.


'That'll teach you for playing with another mans woman' he thinks to himself as he floats down the last few meters to meet the waiting dirt landing with a soft thud. A smile breaks his lips, as he groans 'nah it won't'.




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