Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2012 12:19:03 GMT -5
name; James Fletcher.
alias; Fletcher.
gang residence; Rundas.
occupation; Ex-army. Gun for hire.
alignment; Lawful Neutral
age; 33.
DOB; September 23rd.
sexual orientation; Homo-romantic.
face claim; Ryan Gosling.
physical description;
- around 6'2, tall and gangly, yet also has a a lot of strength in his torso.
- Dirty blonde hair, often scruffy short-length. Regularly shaven.
- Grey/Blue eyes.
- Hands are both severely burnt, wears gloves a lot of the time to prevent them from becoming more damaged, otherwise keeps them bandaged. Has several other 'extreme' injuries to his legs, as well as a bullet wound to the chest, just below his collarbone. Other cuts and grazes cover his body, most of them old, yet unable to heal.
- Wardrobe mostly consists of jackets, t-shirts and jeans. Generally wears plain looking clothing in neutral colours. Owns a few suits for those few special occasions he actually has to dress up, but doesn't go out of his way to look smart. Sometimes dresses in his clothes from the army, almost always has a combat/scruffy look.
- Wears reading glasses on occasion.
friends; N/A.
likes;
Fletcher loves his television, more precisely his soap operas. He's a man who enjoys the simple things in life because he's already been through hell. The little luxuries are what get him through, though he does sometimes indulge in things a little less than savory. He's spent a lot of his spare time since arriving in Duplicity fixing/building cars, which is something of a hobby to him. When he's not doing that, he's probably sitting in his apartment with a good book and a drink.
Although his problems stem from the army, he will often spend his free time keeping fit, or overlooking his weapon collection. He's a bit obsessive about keeping them in top standard, probably for good reason with the supernatural forces wandering around. Somewhere in his crooked mind, he believes that he's righteous in killing the supernatural.
dislikes;
War is always the first and last thing on Fletcher's mind, despite his previous attempts to rid his thoughts of the horrible things that happened away from home. His paranoia on the subject of war is substantially more crippling than it has ever been before, especially since arriving in the battlegrounds of Duplicity. He dislikes anything that isn't plain human and feels he is there to rid Duplicity of the scum. Rundas certainly hasn't helped him retain an even mind on the supernatural race and the possibility of their innocence.
He dislikes big places with a passion, more specifically the center of Duplicity, the tall buildings are particularly imposing and often something he goes out of his way to avoid. Loud noises, explosions and small places tend to trigger his PTSD, so for obvious reason they earn a place in his dislikes.
strengths;
He can build his own weaponry to the specifics of Rundas. He's aware that only certain things kill certain monsters. He's trained in most arms, so he can maintain their stocks well. His army training is generally a good thing, he's got a high level of fitness and is a trained medic. Generally speaking, he's a pretty rough-and-tumble guy who isn't afraid of getting a little dirty.
Along with this, he's quite good at technical things. He can hot wire cars, break into locked rooms and has a history of criminal activities relating to these tasks. He researches everything he does and makes sure it's done to the top quality it should be.
He follows orders, no questions asked.
weaknesses;
He often follows a strict guideline, he needs command. Due to his time in the army, he's become quite needy when it comes to having someone to listen to. For that reason, he's quite content with his placement in the gang. He doesn't do well when he has not been told what he should be doing, often taking no initiative to do anything because of it.
Fletcher can be easily overpowered by people of the supernatural race, or those with more intelligence than him. Unfortunately he lacks in most areas of normal relevance. He's not very good with new mobile phones, the steadily improving technology or anything that seems 'common' to people of this day and age, he shows reluctance in trying to learn about it too.
Fletch's biggest problem is the suffering caused from a severe form of Post-traumatic Stress Disorder. This clearly stems from the war, though he seems to re-experience it in many forms, often intrusive on his day-to-day work. Flashbacks, nightmares and general distress are commonly experienced doing everyday tasks. The few times his body has reacted physically to the PTSD he's developed an abnormal heart rhythm, often struggles to breathe and finds it difficult to make it back to the 'real world'.
He's mostly detached from people, though seems to become attached to certain individuals, especially those he often spends time around. He finds it difficult to sleep and therefore sometimes finds it difficult to concentrate. He often has outbursts of various moods, sometimes anger and other times happiness or joy. He's easily startled and has an utter distaste for loud music or noises. Due to his paranoia, he often feels overprotective of those he's grown to enjoy the company of, and will remain constantly worried for their safety.
personality;
Traditionalist, conventional and down to earth. Has narrow interests, he prefers the familiar to the unfamiliar. Extremely reliable, the sort of guy you'd want to depend on to keep you alive and kicking. Extremely self-disciplined and careful about his choices. Highly strung, mostly insecure and often in a state of worry. He can also be extremely harsh and will defend his opinion strongly.
He keeps to himself a lot of the time, but feels he can open up to those he's close to, yet he seems to be able to still hole up a lot of his feelings or opinions in the company of others. He can be panicky and up-settable if brought into the topic of war, or what happened in the army.
history;
Fletcher was always a good dog, always adhering to his seniors. He spent a lot of time in the army, on the front line. He'd qualified as a medic originally, but after showing his skills with a rifle, his position was soon upgraded. He'd soon become one of the best in their sector, shooting up from average gun-toting soldier to something a lot more revered.
For the first four years of his service, nothing spectacular happened. There was nothing there that caused any damage. On his fifth year however, he'd become injured in an accident in one of the bunkers. They pulled him off duty as a sniper and he began working as a field medic again until he'd fully healed. But Fletcher had long since grown tired of that job. It was around about this time that his life decided to change significantly.
He'd arrived on the battlefield, all intentions to wield his gun again. They were in a small village just west of where they'd set up camp. Insurgents had managed to penetrate the walls of the small village, they were everywhere. Being an unexpected move from the other side of the war, it was something the caught his battalion off guard. Despite this, the insurgents were taken down and the village was cleared again. They had decided to set up camp in the village, temporarily taking the shelter under the wings of the townspeople. Unfortunately this was short-lived.
During the night there had been explosions and the sound of gunfire, something that was all too common, but not from a safe-haven. Fletcher had woken up in his makeshift tent, toting his gun and readying himself for another round of insurgents. But what he got instead was so much more shocking. One of his own battalion, one of his best friends, was standing amongst the burning bodies of the villagers, several of the buildings collapsed, the rest of his organization dead upon the floor. Alex- the soldier- had his gun to the head of a young girl, something didn't click in Fletcher for the next moment or so. In that moment the girl was dead.
Fletcher had wanted to shout, to scream for his friend to lay the gun to the ground. It hadn't happened and he was too late. It was in that moment that Alex had turned toward him, gun raised and his best friend had left him with a bullet to the chest, a few centimeters above his heart. A few centimeters from his could-have-been death.
Alex went missing, the battalion were dead, Fletcher found himself awake in a small hospital that he was unfamiliar with. He'd then found himself shipped back to Duplicity.
His memories are extremely fuzzy on his past and he cannot be accounted for telling the truth. It's a word-vs-word argument and nobody is willing to take sides. He was dismissed and reluctantly took the dismissal. Every night after, he'd find himself awake in the early hours of the morning, remembering all the small details of the event, unable to breath or relax . It was then that he was referred to a psychiatrist and told that he was suffering from minor Post-traumatic Stress Disorder.
Fletcher refused to listen to the psychiatrist, his problems only growing steadily worse throughout the years. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. His brain felt tired and in a constant state of flux. It took another year for him to come out of his shell. During this time he found Rundas, he felt like he'd finally found something he could relate to. The war against the supernatural race was only just beginning, they were dangerous, they were monsters that could not be felled simply through a single gun shot through the heart. He felt he could contribute to the gang and despite his better judgment, he managed to get in.
Since then he's been a permanent member of the gang, using his skills learnt in the army to provide for Rundas.
rp sample; Will replace with first RP post asap. In the meantime, Prince's profile.
playlist
The Bob Seger System - 2 + 2 = ?
Serj Tankian - Empty Walls
Destiny's Child - Say My Name
Rooster - Alice In Chains
Black Sabbath - War Pigs
Pat Benatar - Too long a soldier