Post by Toad on Jul 25, 2009 20:29:00 GMT -4
Name: Claude Score
Age: 20
Height: 5’9”
Eye Color: Blue
DOB: ? (need some assistance in determining this)
Claude is from a rather small town in southern California with a population of less than two thousand people. He faced a dead-end existence until he took note of one particular citizen’s frequent visits to an abandoned warehouse close to where he lived. Claude began observing the man as he came out of the place with a strange-looking canister on every occasion.
Months went by, and the man’s visits to the warehouse grew less frequent. Word went around that he was involved in an assassination business, and he eventually left town. This was actually false, but at the time, Claude was ready to believe anything. He decided to visit the warehouse where the man used to go and found a woman there. Apparently annoyed, she asked why he had come and almost immediately told him to get out.
Claude refused and stuck around, wondering what the man had been doing in the place every time he came. The woman claimed that he had been buying new weapons from her, experimental ones that had apparently proven very effective in his exploits. Claude originally safrican americaned at such a ridiculous idea, until she presented him with something new. It was a cell phone, a nice one at that. The woman claimed that by entering 321 and then pressing send, a concentrated beam of energy would extend from the top of the phone, essentially acting as a light saber. It also doubled as a standard cell phone.
Noting that it was a prototype, the woman offered to give it to Claude for free, and didn’t truly care whether or not he used it. Claude left and realized that the rumors about the man he had observed were probably true. Gathering everything he owned, Claude decided he would escape the crappy little town he was raised in, and took the only highway as far away from the town as he could.
Within days, Claude arrived at Tremorton and quickly realized he had ended up in a city similar to the last one. He did, however, manage to contact an assassination agency and landed a job performing contract killings within town and nearby.
Claude has black hair and a tan. His eyes are pale blue and he stands at about five foot nine. He is in relatively good physical condition but is rather skinny. He can never be seen without his cell phone, often talking on it or just tossing it up and down in his hand idly. He has a fondness for formal wear, routinely donning a red tie with a black jacket, pants, and shoes. A white shirt accompanies the rest of the outfit. On other occasions, he’ll wear an open red Hawaiian shirt with shorts and sandals. Almost every day, he wears red teashades and rarely, if ever, takes them off.
Claude has no superhuman abilities to speak of other than amazing endurance and a high tolerance for pain. He has no swordsmanship skills to speak of; instead, he simply watches films that involve swords of some kind and tries to emulate them. He does, however, have an affinity for the blazing-fast action of the shinobi.
Age: 20
Height: 5’9”
Eye Color: Blue
DOB: ? (need some assistance in determining this)
Claude is from a rather small town in southern California with a population of less than two thousand people. He faced a dead-end existence until he took note of one particular citizen’s frequent visits to an abandoned warehouse close to where he lived. Claude began observing the man as he came out of the place with a strange-looking canister on every occasion.
Months went by, and the man’s visits to the warehouse grew less frequent. Word went around that he was involved in an assassination business, and he eventually left town. This was actually false, but at the time, Claude was ready to believe anything. He decided to visit the warehouse where the man used to go and found a woman there. Apparently annoyed, she asked why he had come and almost immediately told him to get out.
Claude refused and stuck around, wondering what the man had been doing in the place every time he came. The woman claimed that he had been buying new weapons from her, experimental ones that had apparently proven very effective in his exploits. Claude originally safrican americaned at such a ridiculous idea, until she presented him with something new. It was a cell phone, a nice one at that. The woman claimed that by entering 321 and then pressing send, a concentrated beam of energy would extend from the top of the phone, essentially acting as a light saber. It also doubled as a standard cell phone.
Noting that it was a prototype, the woman offered to give it to Claude for free, and didn’t truly care whether or not he used it. Claude left and realized that the rumors about the man he had observed were probably true. Gathering everything he owned, Claude decided he would escape the crappy little town he was raised in, and took the only highway as far away from the town as he could.
Within days, Claude arrived at Tremorton and quickly realized he had ended up in a city similar to the last one. He did, however, manage to contact an assassination agency and landed a job performing contract killings within town and nearby.
Claude has black hair and a tan. His eyes are pale blue and he stands at about five foot nine. He is in relatively good physical condition but is rather skinny. He can never be seen without his cell phone, often talking on it or just tossing it up and down in his hand idly. He has a fondness for formal wear, routinely donning a red tie with a black jacket, pants, and shoes. A white shirt accompanies the rest of the outfit. On other occasions, he’ll wear an open red Hawaiian shirt with shorts and sandals. Almost every day, he wears red teashades and rarely, if ever, takes them off.
Claude has no superhuman abilities to speak of other than amazing endurance and a high tolerance for pain. He has no swordsmanship skills to speak of; instead, he simply watches films that involve swords of some kind and tries to emulate them. He does, however, have an affinity for the blazing-fast action of the shinobi.