Post by hassaway on Nov 5, 2009 18:41:48 GMT -5
Name: Hassaway Brindle
Alias: None
Age: 38
Sex: Male
Orientation:Straight
Personality: Hassaway is considerate and polite in all his dealings, both with friends and enemies. He is respectful, tactful, and a gentleman to all, even those who attempt to kill him, and his smile rarely falters even in the direst of circumstances. His professionalism and efficiency has earned him a place of authority as the Minister of User Relations, and he exercises the rights and responsibilities thereof with grace and dignity befitting one of his station.
However, despite his relative distance form the "front lines" of the conflict, Hassaway is more than capable in a fight, and seems to make a habit of being in public areas so he can "defend himself" from dangerous rogue Users and have a little fun fighting his assailants. Desk jobs are boring, after all, and all work and no play makes Hassaway a dull boy.
Hassaway is also a sociopath of the highest degree - brutal beatings and mind-rending torture are par for the course in his endeavors, and very few can survive his "attentions" without going insane. The turnover rate in his bodyguard detail is high - if they don't die due to his recklessness, they leave disgusted by his horrifying methods.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 168 lbs.
Physical Description: Hassaway is dressed immaculately at all times in public, in expensive tailored suits and comfortable dress shoes. His hair is a shiny golden blonde, with just a hint of curl, and his expressive eyes are a deep hazel. Hassaway is physically fit, on par with an athlete, and his stance is obvious to anyone - his movements have the graceful smoothness of a warrior.
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~:Powers/Tools:~
Powers & Abilities:
Weapons: Hassaway can produce weaponry, of almost any size or type, from his body, and has an instinctual knowledge of their use. These weapons are all dead black with crystalline cutting edges or heads, and harder than iron. These weapons can be seemingly produced in any number, as Hassaway never seems to run out. Chemical analysis indicates the weapons' material is similar to bone, though much denser, and their origin is unknown.
Physical Ability: Hassaway is physically stronger than most athletes despite his thinner frame, and his reflexes are on the high end of human possibility.
Weakness: Hassaway cannot produce ranged weapons of any kind, save throwing weapons, and they begin to degrade after more than a few minutes outside his body, with a greater number of weapons increasing the rate at which they weaken, eventually decaying into dust.
State of Control/Rules: Hassaway has practiced his abilities for years, and is a dedicated weapon master of all types. Few can defeat him in a one-on-one fight in melee: outnumbering or outflanking him is an attacker's best bet.
Reason You Choose Your Power: Weapons of all kinds interest me, and someone who is good at wielding them is fun to write for.
Weapons: Besides those he makes, Hassaway usually carries a handgun of some kind to defend himself at long range. He isn't very good with it, but every little bit helps, and he prefers to close in on his targets and attack in melee.
Equipment: Hassaway is rarely without his cellphone, which has a direct line to his headquarters and several political officials.
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~:History:~
Place of Birth: A small town in Ohio.
Relatives:
Uncle: Jared, who he hasn't contacted in years (Alive, as far as Hassaway knows).
Cousin: Randall (Dead by Hassaway's own hand).
Father and Mother: Randall and Maria Brindle (Dead in a car accident).
History: Hassaway was born to a loving father and mother in a small town hospital. The beautiful baby boy was named for his grandfather, and taken home safe and sound. When he was three, his parents were tragically killed in an automobile accident, and poor Hassaway was passed between his family members for four more years.
When he turned seven, Hassaway was given to his Uncle Jared, widower whose own son, Randall, was of a similar age to Hassaway. The two boys were often observed by their relatives to be the best of friends and absolutely inseparable, but both knew better. Randall resented Hassaway for stealing even more of his only parent's time, and Hassaway was... off... in general. For 10 years the two held an uneasy truce between them, but it would not hold forever.
One day, Hassaway and Randall were "playing" in the woods outside town, when Hassaway said something Randall didn't like. To this day he doesn't remember what he said, but he said it, and Randall got angry. Angry enough to nearly beat the younger boy into near unconsciousness. The young man turned to lean against a tree to catch his breath, mumbling obscenities at his hated cousin's intrusion all these years.
He barely had time to register the ragged breathing behind him before a black blade burst from his chest. Hassaway returned home, not a drop of blood on him, and told the tale of their fight. Neglecting to inform his Uncle of the murder, he instead fabricated a tale of how Randall had beat him and wandered off, still angry. The police found the boy's dead body in the water treatment plant a few miles downriver.
Hassaway was absolved of guilt when no evidence could be found, and the rest of his time at his Uncle's house passed into a blur of "mourning" and most of all, testing of his abilities. When his Uncle learned of them, he turned Hassaway in to the government, and Hassaway went willingly, glad to be away from his uncle's home for the first time in a very long time. Gradually, Hassaway gained recognition by his superiors for his efficiency and willingness to please.
Hassaway worked - all his way to the top. Years of grueling missions and loyal service had earned him a rank in the upper echelons of the ministry, and a "surprise attack" of suspiciously well-informed rebels eliminating anyone of higher rank than him pushed Hassaway to the top. Life was good now, he decided. Life was good.
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Alias: None
Age: 38
Sex: Male
Orientation:Straight
Personality: Hassaway is considerate and polite in all his dealings, both with friends and enemies. He is respectful, tactful, and a gentleman to all, even those who attempt to kill him, and his smile rarely falters even in the direst of circumstances. His professionalism and efficiency has earned him a place of authority as the Minister of User Relations, and he exercises the rights and responsibilities thereof with grace and dignity befitting one of his station.
However, despite his relative distance form the "front lines" of the conflict, Hassaway is more than capable in a fight, and seems to make a habit of being in public areas so he can "defend himself" from dangerous rogue Users and have a little fun fighting his assailants. Desk jobs are boring, after all, and all work and no play makes Hassaway a dull boy.
Hassaway is also a sociopath of the highest degree - brutal beatings and mind-rending torture are par for the course in his endeavors, and very few can survive his "attentions" without going insane. The turnover rate in his bodyguard detail is high - if they don't die due to his recklessness, they leave disgusted by his horrifying methods.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 168 lbs.
Physical Description: Hassaway is dressed immaculately at all times in public, in expensive tailored suits and comfortable dress shoes. His hair is a shiny golden blonde, with just a hint of curl, and his expressive eyes are a deep hazel. Hassaway is physically fit, on par with an athlete, and his stance is obvious to anyone - his movements have the graceful smoothness of a warrior.
=================
~:Powers/Tools:~
Powers & Abilities:
Weapons: Hassaway can produce weaponry, of almost any size or type, from his body, and has an instinctual knowledge of their use. These weapons are all dead black with crystalline cutting edges or heads, and harder than iron. These weapons can be seemingly produced in any number, as Hassaway never seems to run out. Chemical analysis indicates the weapons' material is similar to bone, though much denser, and their origin is unknown.
Physical Ability: Hassaway is physically stronger than most athletes despite his thinner frame, and his reflexes are on the high end of human possibility.
Weakness: Hassaway cannot produce ranged weapons of any kind, save throwing weapons, and they begin to degrade after more than a few minutes outside his body, with a greater number of weapons increasing the rate at which they weaken, eventually decaying into dust.
State of Control/Rules: Hassaway has practiced his abilities for years, and is a dedicated weapon master of all types. Few can defeat him in a one-on-one fight in melee: outnumbering or outflanking him is an attacker's best bet.
Reason You Choose Your Power: Weapons of all kinds interest me, and someone who is good at wielding them is fun to write for.
Weapons: Besides those he makes, Hassaway usually carries a handgun of some kind to defend himself at long range. He isn't very good with it, but every little bit helps, and he prefers to close in on his targets and attack in melee.
Equipment: Hassaway is rarely without his cellphone, which has a direct line to his headquarters and several political officials.
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~:History:~
Place of Birth: A small town in Ohio.
Relatives:
Uncle: Jared, who he hasn't contacted in years (Alive, as far as Hassaway knows).
Cousin: Randall (Dead by Hassaway's own hand).
Father and Mother: Randall and Maria Brindle (Dead in a car accident).
History: Hassaway was born to a loving father and mother in a small town hospital. The beautiful baby boy was named for his grandfather, and taken home safe and sound. When he was three, his parents were tragically killed in an automobile accident, and poor Hassaway was passed between his family members for four more years.
When he turned seven, Hassaway was given to his Uncle Jared, widower whose own son, Randall, was of a similar age to Hassaway. The two boys were often observed by their relatives to be the best of friends and absolutely inseparable, but both knew better. Randall resented Hassaway for stealing even more of his only parent's time, and Hassaway was... off... in general. For 10 years the two held an uneasy truce between them, but it would not hold forever.
One day, Hassaway and Randall were "playing" in the woods outside town, when Hassaway said something Randall didn't like. To this day he doesn't remember what he said, but he said it, and Randall got angry. Angry enough to nearly beat the younger boy into near unconsciousness. The young man turned to lean against a tree to catch his breath, mumbling obscenities at his hated cousin's intrusion all these years.
He barely had time to register the ragged breathing behind him before a black blade burst from his chest. Hassaway returned home, not a drop of blood on him, and told the tale of their fight. Neglecting to inform his Uncle of the murder, he instead fabricated a tale of how Randall had beat him and wandered off, still angry. The police found the boy's dead body in the water treatment plant a few miles downriver.
Hassaway was absolved of guilt when no evidence could be found, and the rest of his time at his Uncle's house passed into a blur of "mourning" and most of all, testing of his abilities. When his Uncle learned of them, he turned Hassaway in to the government, and Hassaway went willingly, glad to be away from his uncle's home for the first time in a very long time. Gradually, Hassaway gained recognition by his superiors for his efficiency and willingness to please.
Hassaway worked - all his way to the top. Years of grueling missions and loyal service had earned him a rank in the upper echelons of the ministry, and a "surprise attack" of suspiciously well-informed rebels eliminating anyone of higher rank than him pushed Hassaway to the top. Life was good now, he decided. Life was good.
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