Post by person on May 18, 2012 0:52:28 GMT -5
[/justify]DAN FREDERIC YOUNG
Ever just sit down and read a good book? I like reading Catch 22, it's my favorite book. What's yours?
| B A S I C S |
Name Dan Frederic Young
Nicknames Jericho, 22-5 (Twenty Two Five), Five
PB Adam Copeland
Age 30
Sex Male
Occupation Professional Hitman Pending Retirement
Hometown Frankfurt, Germany| P E R S O N A L I T Y |
Depending on the ruse he is going with his personality can be different, but his usual personality is one of a man who is quite content with his choices in life, a man of no known regrets. He can be a charming and sociable person with smiles and kind words, but would no sooner shoot you in the back the moment money is given to him. He is emotionally detached from what he does, showing or feeling no real emotion, but capable of making you believe he is a normal human being, when really he isn't.
His real personality is rarely seen. He used to be a more sociable person, one might even say a normal guy. He's played so many different people of varying personalities he sometimes questions what is his real personality. After the death of his girlfriend he became more of a cold, hell-bent person. With his mind set on revenge he has no problem using anyone to further his goal of getting revenge against those who he once called family. Will he care that he is using someone? Maybe he won't, maybe he will, it really depends on who he is using. But whether he feels bad or not about doing so he will do it without any regrets.
Talents & Skills: Hand to Hand Combat, Hacking, Skilled Marksman, Lockpicking, being someone else, small arms, talking, finding his hit, bomb making, covering his tracks, electronics, high level of understanding of the human body.
Weaknesses: His Greed, His Emotions, His Conscious
Likes: Money, Puzzles, Casual Chats, Games that require thinking, A good ole book to pass the time, Those that can out smart him at something
Dislikes: Not getting paid, Being Insulted, Possibility of Failure, Ignorance, Other people's Arrogance, Desperation
| H I S T O R Y |
Dan was born in Frankfurt Germany where he lived until age 10 before moving to New York with his family, his dad trained to become a cop and would serve for 10 years. During that time Dan's homeschooling was paid for by his Father's parents who were wealthy and wanted him to have the best education without the hassle of school. By the time he was 18 he had received a college education. He would also be trained in the use of firearms by his dad as he grew up, so by age 20 he was well trained in small arms.
His life would change for the worse when he was 20, while he was out hanging with friends a New York gang executed a hit on his father for his work to weed out gangs in the city, his mother was also killed in the hit. Because of the lack of evidence the police couldn't go after the gang, even though the gang took credit for the hit publicly but the police didn't see that as a credible source. This only made Dan more angry, and he took it upon himself to get his own justice, using his training in small arms, his growing skill in rifles, and his college education in electronics he tracked down the gang members involved in the hit and killed them, finally having justice for his parents.
It was after this he met a man who went by the nickname of JH, a wealthy man that had a proposal for Dan, offering Dan a chance to try and rid the world of violence, by killing those who promote it, Dan joined him to do more then his father had a chance to do. It was then that he joined what would become his new family for almost 10 years, the 22. Named so by their leader who loved the book Catch 22 by Joseph Heller, him and 21 others with similar motives for joining would travel around the world killing people, bad people, War Lords, Rebel Groups, Terrorists, Mafia Families, Gangs ect. Over the years he would learn and perfect the skills required to be an effective hitman, and like the others at first the money helped ease their pains, but it eventually became their only reason.
It all seemed perfect to him, he was making good money, riding the world of those that deserved to die, had friends, and even a chance at something more with one of his team mates, by that time there were only 6 agents left, he was known as 225, twenty two five, or just five, and he developed a growing relationship with Six, her real name was Kristin, and it seemed like they were going to have a real life, they had decided that after a few more contracts to get some more money together, enough to retire on, that they would leave, but it was not to be.
JH did not want to have agents simply walk away from the group, and so secretly he had hired the others to kill Six, and then kill Five. His last mission was all a ruse to try and kill him, and he and Six were already suspicious about it, and it was at her urging that he wore a bullet proof vest under his clothes just in case. It seemed simple enough, go to Paris to track and eliminate the head of a Sex Slave trafficking ring, Dan was already set up in his sniper nest, it was around midnight, cover of darkness, the Ring leader was supposed to be arriving at a hotel down the street, and he was to be shot once he stepped out of his car. But he never showed, and all that did happen was four bullets being shot at Dan's back, one from each gun, the vest stopped 3 of the bullets but one managed to enter his back, but the others didn't know about the vest so they left him for dead. Bleeding and hurt he would try to find Six, and he would find her, but the others had already got to her. Betrayed by those he thought of as a family, and left for dead, it was time for revenge, and he would track down his former family and make them pay for what they did.| A P P E A R A N C E |
As part of his years of training, he is in peak fitness for his age. And such a level of fitness comes in handy when trekking through another country after sneaking into a militia camp and killing the one in charge there and having to fight your way out hand to hand and are now being chased by guys with guns and dogs.
On the back of his head covered up by his hair is a black bold tattoo of 22-5. It was not only meant to identify him among his fellow hitmen but also to identify his body if he ever failed a mission. Though after several years he just let his hair grow out since it became apparent he wasn't going to fail a mission any time soon.
| E X T R A S |
Coming Soon| S K I L L S |
As the day drew to a close, the small bar that was a hub of activity and cheer a mere hour ago was now empty, save for the sole Bartender who was also the owner. All that was left was to clean up, who knew a bar in DC could be so messy, but what else was he to expect? Wiping down the counter to free it over the various beers and drinks that coated it, he would look over to the far corner of the bar, seems someone had managed to doze off, he looked like a biker, dressed in a leather jacket, blue jeans, boots, and he was wearing a black helmet so his face was hidden. As the bartender approached the table, he'd look around to see if there were any others that may have had a little too much cheer, but it seemed the biker was the only one. "Hey buddy, bar's closing up, you got to leave." reaching out to nudge the guy who had his head layed back against the booth seat, but to his surprise the biker would grab his arm and pull him down, reaching with his other hand to grab the bartenders hair and slam his face into the table, bringing him to the ground with a groan as he cradled his head in pain. The biker would stand up and remove his helmet, revealing long blonde-ish hair, setting the helmet down on the table, the bartender would look up at the man and lose all the coloring in his face, as if he had seen a ghost "No, no it can't be!" he would roll over to try and crawl away but would instead find himself held down by a boot on the back.
"How are you doing Four? But it seems you go by Richard now."
"Look Five you don't understand, I, I wanted nothing to do with it! The others made me! I had no choice!" the bartender explained.
"You had a choice! And you choose to kill the only woman I loved! And then, then you tried to kill ME!" quickly stating in rage. "We were friends, no, we were all a family! And you all turned your backs on me and Kristin! Oh but you only knew her as Six. She knew something was coming, she saw it, and it's because of her that I am still alive, I was wearing a vest, one bullet got through, but it wasn't enough to kill me."
"So, so now what? You going to kill me as part of some personal revenge?!" he exclaimed in a panicked voice.
"No, no this is for Kristin." pulling out an M9 pistol with a suppressor, removing his boot from Richard's back, pointing the pistol down he would fire off 4 shots into Richard's back. The shots would be quieter then normal, thanks to the suppressor but also because the M9 round is a subsonic round, which is quieter then other rounds without a suppressor, which is what made it an easy choice for Dan for killing Richard.
Grabbing a book from off the table as Richard bleeds to death on the floor he would drop it on his back, the book would be Catch 22, with a 4 drawn in bold red marker under the title on the cover of the book. Once that was dropped he would dawn the helmet once more, concealing the weapon in his jacket and leaving the bar, making his way to the parked motorcycle in the parking lot. As he started the machine and pulled out onto the street he'd think to himself "One down, 4 to go, funny, I didn't think it would be so easy killing someone that I once considered to be family, but I guess after they try to kill you any love or respect you have for them dies, mine died with Kristin, and now the rest of them will die, I'm going to finish this, once and for all."
| P L A Y E R |
Name Jacob
Age 19
Gender Male
How you found us Stargate Delta
Who else do you play?N/A
[/size]
