Character Quote: "What? You don't name your guns?"
Name: Scott Alexander Rydzynski
Aliases: Scott Jones, Johnny
Age: 38
Birthday: February 4th, 1980
Ethnicity: Russian-American
Birth Place: Tacoma, Washington
Place of Residency: Seattle
Gender: Male
Education: Mechanical Engineering (West Point)
Occupation: Mercenary for Hire; Ex-Green Beret
Languages: English, Russian
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 183 pounds
Body Type: Muscular
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Numerous small scars
Personal Style: Scott dresses for function above all else. Sneakers don't allow you to keep an additional two pistols on you, so he always wears boots. His long pants and leather jacket protect him from the Seattle cold, as well as being practical for motorcycling. And let's not forget, he also has a need to look badass. In his line of business, first impressions are everything. If he can intimidate the mark with his looks alone, the job is a piece of cake.
Determined * Cocky * Funny * Rough * Loyal * Self Centered
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Scott has been called many things in his life, such as: asshole, jackass, bastard, and prick. He's also been told he chews with his mouth open. With a rough and tumble personality, he uses humor as a defense mechanism. When he's stressed, angry, scared, sad, or hell, even just happy, he'll crack a joke. This may appear to be insensitive, but if he doesn't admit to himself his own feelings or the seriousness of the situation, then he can protect himself from it.
He has a strong sense of self preservation and self interest, always looking out for number one. But beneath this cocky outer layer, there's actual human compassion and empathy. If you're one of the people he cares about, he'll do anything to keep you safe from harm. His selfish nature drives him to protect himself and his people - no one else. He'd destroy the world in order to keep his friends and himself alive. Whether he admits to caring about someone is a completely different matter - he'll likely deny it. He's a boss on the outside and a marshmallow on the inside. And just
a little bit trigger happy. But hey! No one's perfect...
Habits: Pacing, checking how many rounds he has in the chamber
Hobbies: Shooting, cleaning his weapons, sketching new gun designs
Fears:- Cancer
- Suffocation
- Losing a Loved One
Likes:- the NRA
- Guns. Guns. Like, really. He likes guns.
- Gambling
- Fights
- Booze
- Hockey
Dislikes:- Traitors
- Goody Two Shoes
- People touching his guns
- Babies
- Hypocrites
- MRE's
General Skills:
- Mechanical Engineering
- Driving (Motorcycle)
- Ropes & Knots
- Gun Repair
- Breaking and Entering
- Wilderness Survival
Combat Skills:
- Brawling
- Rifles
- Pistols
- (Sub)machine Guns
What Do They Carry On Them: - Clothing - Black Combat Boots, Black Pants, Four Holsters (Two Legs, Two Boots), Grey Shirt, Brown Leather Jacket, Belt, Dog Tags
- Purse/Wallet - Concealed Carry Permit, Open Carry Permit, Military I.D., Business Cards, Three Credit Cards, Debit Card, License, Motorcycle License, Keys
- Holstered Pistol (named Betty)
- Holstered Pistol (named Supernova)
- Holstered Pistol (named Little Red)
- Holstered Pistol (named Wanda)
- Shotgun, slung over shoulder, (named Peach)
- iPhone SE
- Ammunition
- Lighter
- Pack of Cigarettes
- Motorcycle Helmet (on bike)
Possessions at Home:
- Semi-Automatic Machine Gun (named Sparky)
- Pistol (named Vanessa)
- Shotgun (named Charlie)
- Shotgun (named Princess)
- Ammunition. Like, a lot of ammunition. So much ammunition.
- Gun Repair Kits
- Map of the Puget Sound
- Photograph of his daughter
- Dell Laptop
- His "private" collection of beer
- Honda Nighthawk 750
Biography: Scott's father was a Russian immigrant who moved to the Seattle area to get a job working for Boeing. His mother was one of the engineers at the plant and one of the few who spoke Russian, since her grandmother had been an immigrant from Odessa. The pair of them had three children, with Scott being the middle child. While his older brother went into politics and his younger sister into aerospace engineering, Scott had always been a rebel without a cause growing up.
Throughout high school, he had gotten into a fair number of fights. While no one understood why at first, there was a pattern that quickly grew. Each of the fights had nothing to do with Scott - he'd step in and fight those picking on others. His parents and guidance counselor decided the best way to channel his aggressive energy would be in the military. His older brother had worked on a congressman's campaign and managed to get Scott a letter of recommendation for West Point.
At West Point, Scott studied mechanical engineering. Everyone there was being groomed for an officer position, but his talents as a sharpshooter made him stand out. They could give him any gun and he would hit the target. Once he graduated, he was sought out by the U.S. Army Special Forces and served as a Green Beret. The events that happened during his time with the Green Berets are largely classified, except for two pieces of information: 1) he received a letter from a one night stand that he had fathered a child and 2) he had 31 confirmed kills.
By the time he was sent home, his child had been put up for adoption. He had become disillusioned during his time of service, hardly able to find anything good in all of the death and destruction he had caused. It was all chaos and it was all the same. He wasn't sure what he had been fighting for and he wasn't fit to raise a child, so he never sought her out. Scott plans to send her money when she turns eighteen for college - but little more than that.
He reached what many would have referred to as rock bottom. Up to his eyes in booze, sex, and gambling debts, Scott got the only job his unique skill set qualified him for: merc for hire. He's made a name for himself in the business, as well as a nice profit. He dropped off the grid a few months ago when he came down with some horrible disease. One of his friends, a lowlife named Chloe with medical training, ended up taking care of him for a week or so. Mercs avoided hospitals like the plague if they could.
Discovery Of Your Power: Scott had been on a job for a client, ensuring that a rival's shipment was "accidentally" destroyed. Everything had been going to plan, until he made the fatal error of miscounting his bullets. With two guards left and no more ammo, it looked bad. While he first tried to talk his way out of it, they didn't enjoy his unique sense of humor for some strange reason. When the bullets fired, Scott instinctively threw his arms out to protect himself, only for the bullets to stop moving.
The next thing he knew, he had flung the bullets back at the two guards and managed to complete the job. He hasn't told anyone, but he figures it's one hell of a party trick. And in his line of work, it can't hurt to have something up your sleeve. The real takeaway for him, though, was that he needed to be better about counting his ammo.
Ability & Powers: Telekinesis
Ability & Powers Weaknesses:- Requires a large amount of concentration to use properly.
- Can only move objects that are in his direct line of sight, and objects that can be moved.
Theme Song: Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheep - ACDCExtra Information:I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.