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Jhin
Name: Jhin
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 150
Age: Appears to be in his late 20s
Race/Species: Human

Tier/Influence:3 (regional); While not the most physically imposing with his unusually slim frame, the man known as only Jhin is a devil with any ranged weapon in his hand. Otherwise, he behaves like any other magically-enhanced human that has lived on Ecetopia

Group(s): Not currently applicable

Appearance:Tall, unusually slim, walks with a slight limp...

Personality: Jhin is a man of the people. Despite his odd appearance, he is actually quite nice. He generally will keep to himself, preferring to drown himself in poetry....or firearms...

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:
( 3 ) Curtain Call -- With the aid of his bionic mask, providing guidance support and targeting, and his trusty rifle Whisper, Jhin can effectively hit his target from 4400 yards away.
( 3 )Last Whisper -- Whisper, his trusty rifle, is a heavily modified version of FN SCAR, including caliber change, longer stock, switching out the standard sights for a laser guided sights that synchronizes with his bionic mask and most importantly cartridge size. Currently, Jhin carries with him magazines with only a four round capacity. However, the last bullet in each magazine is imbued with magic, granting it higher ballistic velocity and bionic armor penetration.

Items:
( 3 ) Bionic mask -- A mask of his own making during his time on Frixion Prime. This mask offers very little in terms of protection. However, its true purpose is to enhance Jhin's already enhanced sight and provide synchronization with his personal firearm.
( 3 ) "Whisper" -- A heavily modified rifle based on the FN SCAR. Everything, down to the chamber markings, was customized by Jhin himself during his time on Frixion Prime. Includes a custom laser guided sight that synchronizes with his mask.
( 1 ) Clothing -- Jhin, being a true gentleman, is rarely ever seen in anything other than a fine, bespoke suit,
 in various material and color, of course. However, the cut is always slim, and very well fitted, with a coat of the two button variety.
 He will, however, put on a overcoat if the weather calls for it.
( 2 ) Funds -- No one truly knows how Jhin is able to constantly afford the finer things in life, especially based on his rather young appearance...

History: Jhin, as he will introduce himself to anyone, was a child born in the slums of Frixion Prime. His parents were lowly merchants of mundane technology, the kind that everyone already has but have to repurchase from time to time. Every from an young age, Jhin has shown himself to be quite the tinkerer. Picking up some of his parent's wares and improving upon them to fetch them a better price. Though they lived in the slums, they were never impoverished. Around the age of 12, Jhin started getting involved with some of the other children in his neighborhood. Getting his hands on his first firearm at that age, Jhin discovered that he was much better than his peers at its usage, hitting target after target, no matter the distance, with ease....

This continued for a few years, while his family business slowly declined. Debt started piling up, and while Jhin did what he could to tinker with their inventory, the demand simply was not there. Debtor came night and day to collect, often resorting to violence. Many times Jhin dashed to his room, reaching for his chest where he kept his pistol. His mother followed him, and forbade him from doing what he was planning on doing, claiming that violence is never the answer...

Coming home from school one day, at age 15, he discovered that his father was dead, and mother missing. All that was left was a note, stating that if he did not pay off their debt of 2 million bits within a week, his mother would be killed as his father was. Scared, angry, confused, he reached for his pistol, and found the same boys he hung out with years prior. Some of these boys never returned to regular life, instead choose the dark underworld to reside. Based on their past friendship and knowledge of what Jhin can do with a simple pistol, they offered a 'test' of sorts. A quick job, killing off some business mogul that is impinging on his friend's business. The return was a measly 500 thousand bits, a farcry from what he needed to save his mother. However, Jhin knew he had to start somewhere so he went with it. With his job, his old friend opened up the war chest and offered him any and all weapons Jhin would like to use. Considering getting up close and personal with a business mogul, who most likely has a personal protection detail at all times, was a bad idea, Jhin found a rifle that felt right in his hands, took a few practice shots in the range, and went out to carry out his mission....

Staking out on a roof top, adjacent to the bar the business mogul frequently visits, Jhin wiped away the sweat on his forehead. Or was it rain? He couldn't remember. Under the cover of night, with nothing but the dim street lamp and moon guiding his sight, Jhin waited. Four hours after he found his position on that roof top, he saw his target emerge from the doors. He counted 4 body guards, one in each direction of the businessman. Taking a deep breath, he knew as soon as he fired on the businessman, he would be under fire from the body guards. He decided to take out his target first, then in rapid succession, fire clockwise and take out the body guards. He reached forward to twist on his silencer, making sure it was secure, he closed his left eye and looked down the sights with his right. His target about 500 meters away. With a slight squeeze, and a muffle pop, he saw that his main target had fallen to the ground, blood spurting from the hole Jhin had just made. Four more pops. Four more dead bodies. Gulping, Jhin was surprisingly calm about all of it. He tucked the rifle into its bag and climbed off the roof, walking away as if nothing had happened in the dark of night...

The next job was substantially more lucrative, at 1.35 million bits. A local politician was having trouble with a rival. When the usual dirt tactics did not work, she grew restless. Turning to the criminal underworld, she has tasked someone to put her rival down, for good. There would be a lot more heat on this job, and heavier implications, and thus the payout was much larger. Jhin knew he could do it. But this is cutting it quite close to the deadline, as he would have to finish this job, and then immediately finish another one to come up with the entire sum of 2 million bits. Jhin took the job, taking a gamble that he will be able to turnaround and finish one last job after this....

Kneeling in an empty room roughly 2 blocks from where his target should be, Jhin steadied his hands, holding onto his weapon of choice for this job the Barrett MRAD. Looking down the scope, he lined up where approximately the politician would stand on the podium as he delivered his speech. Quickly checking around, Jhin assumed a squad of personal protection detail, probably 5 to 8. Thats more than he can take care of quickly, so Jhin devised an escape route that would lead him directly into the crowd that is going to be moving away from the crime scene.

Thirty minutes passes. No sign of the speaker. Jhin nervously checks his watch. He now only has 4 hours to complete this task plus another one. He reaches for his cell phone and call his old friend, lining up his next target while he scans through the scope for his current target. Even if the speaker does not make it all the way up to the podium, as long as he has a clean shot, Jhin is taking it and moving on immediately to his next target.

Another hour passes, no signs of the speaker. The crowd that was gathered in now starting to slowly disperse....

One more hour passes. The crowd, like Jhin's hopes, have all but gone now...

He reaches for his phone and calls the debtor. He told them he has to money and can meet them. The debtor, elated, told Jhin a location and Jhin replied that he needs a few hours to get there. After some negotiation, the debtor agreed to meet Jhin in 3 hours time. As soon as he hangs up, Jhin calls his old friend and told him to get the payments ready, as he is going to need it immediately upon completion of the jobs. Finally, the speaker makes his way to the podium, and the crowd quickly gathers again. Drawing in a deep breath, Jhin lets loose. One bullet, one man dead.

On to the next he went.

Picking up two semi-automatic rifles, his next target was a mob boss. His location would be, in all places, a bathhouse. Shaking his head, Jhin moved as quickly as he could while being discreet. Just as he was about to step into the bathhouse and unleash a hail of bullets, he gets a phone call. He answers. On the other end was his mother. She said a few words to him, but was cut off. A man with a familiar voice came on the phone. 

"Times up bud"

Thats all that was said and the phone went dead. Panicking, Jhin turned, and was about to take off running. However, he was met with everyone that was in that bathhouse, ready to ambush him. 

Bud

His old friend calls him that.

Things are starting clear up for him now. Panic slowly turned into rage. One man approached him with a pistol. In his seething rage, Jhin barely turn to face the man and fired three rounds from one of his rifles. The man that approached him dropped dead. His head had three holes. One in each eye and one in the middle of his eyebrows. The rest of the men tried to swarm him, all 14 of them. Slinging on rifle over his shoulder, Jhin opened fire. 

It was raining again. It seems to have become synonymous with death for Jhin. 

When the first rifle ran out of bullets, Jhin did not even bother to reload. He threw it at a man trying to attack him so hard that the empty rifle staked the man to a telephone pole.

By the end, everyone near him was dead, including the mob boss he thought he had to kill...

Hellbent on revenge, Jhin took whatever money he had and started accruing gear. 

His old friend was friend no more, but a debtee to him. He was going to hunt him down no matter where he is....

As he drove, he essentially forgot about the infected they had just run over. To him, it no longer exists. It is as good as dead before he hit it anyways, and why would a dead thing mean anything to him now? Occasionally, he would peek over at Elle, to see her expression or emotions. Usually, she kept a straight face. Sometimes she smiles, a tough smile. He often wondered what she was thinking about. Maybe her life before they met, before everything went to shits. Maybe its her family, her friends, her lover...

"Eh, I don't know. I'd rather not. I don't want a competition. This shouldn't be fun. We're doing this to survive. For all I know, that could have been someone's grandmama I just ran over...Even though its already as good as dead. Do you sometimes think about who they were before? Ya know, before all of this?" He asked. Now, this shambling creatures are nothing more than ravenous beasts. No humanity left in them, no conscience. They needed killing, and Daniel is not opposed to doing so, if that means survival.

They were approaching a pack of infected now. Some were hunched over, seemingly eating something. While others looked on, at nothing at all with their dead eyes. He sighs. "I don't really care. I'm just going straight through them..." He reached over to check her seat belt and gave it a quick, hard tug. "Sit back, relax and enjoy the blood..." He said in a jest. Putting more pressure on the gas pedal, he sped towards the pack of Infected. 

With a loud thud, and a few bumps, the pack was behind them. He hit most of them, while the ones he didn't hit moved back in to clean off their fallen kin. Suddenly, there was a grotesque groan, coming from the slightly cracked open roof of their car. "Ugh. I hate these kinds of fuckers. Don't know when to quit..." He gestured towards the shotgun, wedged between his seat and hers. "Would you mind?"

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