Agent Name: Harrison Churchill
Agent Code Name: Winter
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Armor: Assassin Suit, just with a torn American flag wrapped around his mouth like a scarf, as a method of identification on the field. (would like to get Stealthsuit Mark II later)
Clothing: He usually wears an imitation of a Pre-War Buisness Suit, because he likes its look. (Think Tony Stark), and a set of aviators
Weapons: He carries a Combat knife for those many times when he has to get up close and personal, along with a silenced .22 for his
blitzkrieg moves. His main weapon is a black Marksman Carbine , which has been rechambered for the 6.8mmx43, and is without a scope. It also has a holographic sight taken straight from the Enclave labs.
Miscellaneous items: A whole collection of Pre-Canadian Takeover American Flags, a whole bunch of chocolate, and a supply of cigarettes. A bandolier of 6.8mm ammo, and a couple of .22 cartridges taped to his thighs.
Forces of habit: He falls asleep quite easily, although he can resist it for important things. He's
constantly eating chocolate, which is not an admirable thing. Yet he manages to stay very healthy
Biography:
"See, back in Wisconsin, they used to tell us stories about the luckiest man to have ever lived. Probably a folktale, but its one worth hearing nonetheless. They say he was born down in ruins Adson, to people coming from that strange place, the Institute. Now Adson is a harsh mistress, and lord knew what those eggheads were doing in there, especially if they was preg.
The Deathclaws, the remnant gang who moved up there, not the monsters, mind you, slaughtered them only a a couple of months after he was born, yet the men missed him. He survived, but now as a six month year old child, how could he have survived? No one knows the EXACT details, but its said that one of the Deathclaw women DID find him. She must 'ave taken him in, and raised him. Now you know 'em Deathclaw bastards. A splinter group of the Great Khans, with basically the same rituals and stuff.
The kid must've been real scared of their initiation ritual, with all that beating and punishment they have in in. Who wouldn't be? Obviously not the Khans or the Deathclaws. But the kid wasn't made for it. When he turned fifteen, they tried to bring him out, but thats when his personal luck kicked in. He was brought into the circle, and the men were let loose upon him. Somehow, he managed to survive by attacking back, something no one had done before. In a fit of desperation, he fought back, and he fought dirty. The minute he had a slight bit of respite, adrenaline kicked in for the boy. He ran, climbed the fence of the encampment, and disappeared into the snow.
Word is, he made his way into Canada after several years out in the wild, where he'd often have the luck of being able to dodge flash snowstorms most of the time. The stories don't say how long it took him, but once he finally arrived in Canada, they say he was half dead, and nearly anorexically thin. When he finally recovered, he demonstrated his prowess at hunting, as it was the only job he could take in the small town he'd come to. He had a great shot of an 8/10 accuracy once he learnt how to use a gun, yet he was always one to get in close for the kill. Not hand to hand, for he was too much of a cat for that, but he'd apparently shoot from as close as he could get.
He never said much about where he came from, and completely forgot his real given name. The one he gave himself were a combination of those from the old holotapes that he would often see. An actor and some important man.
He worked as a hunter, and was extremely successful, getting his hands on some of the best meat, thanks to his guardian angel of luck. I guess you'd say that the story involves the word "luck" a lot, but thats how it goes.
But one day, as he came home after a hunt, a man approached him, and talked to him. Thats where the story ends
No one knows of what happened to him. The Wasteland got him, as they say. Extra: Don't EVER take his chocolate. Melancholy he may appear, but that's his personal Berserk Button. Oh, and Adson is Madison. Toronto turns into Ronto, so why not Madison into Adson?
"Fighting Dirty", also known as kick to the nuts.
And the chocolate thing? He had never had it before, but it was the first thing he ate that was luxurious after his terrible hike through Wisconsin and into Canada, so it became an addiction faster than you could say "Blew up Megaton for fun"
Dibs on lethargic, melancholy, don't-give-a-damn badass guy.
The Tony Stark, if you will, without the money.
I'll also be the one with the least skill in the RP, I think, but also the one with a whole lotta potential
Skill Tag Suggestions for him: Survival, Guns, Sneak, (Alternate Tag Perk one: Speech). Yes, I am aware no perks. But even then, just a suggestion
Posting Example: http://community.playstarbound.com/index.php?threads/war-of-the-gods.63765/#post-1664979
Thats a good example, though I've done much better than that
