Post by Alex Bain on Jul 29, 2012 16:22:46 GMT -5
AlexMarcus Bain
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We charge into danger. No guarantees or safe places. No one can be trusted, everyone is a suspect.
Its Better To Be Loved Than Feared,
[/color][/font]but if you can't be loved, fear will do.
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Regrets Are About Decisions That you Know You Should Have Done Different.
[/color][/font]When crime busting is easier than your personal life, something has gone seriously wrong.[/center]
Sex[/color]: Male
Age[/color]: Twenty-four
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Heterosexual
Ethnicity[/color]: Caucasian
Member Group[/color]: Human
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We Bring Up The Pain In Pieces So We Can Look At it In Small Bites.
[/color][/font]If it can bleed me, eat me, or fuck me, I want to write about it.[/center]
Hair[/color]: Short black. Sometimes buzzed down to the scalp.
Height & Weight[/color]: 6'1 210
Body Type[/color]: Muscular
Distinguishing Features[/color]: Old Gothic crucifix on his chest. Right over his heart. Coffin with crucifix on his left shoulder blade.
Face Claim[/color]: Edward Norton
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If You Fear Nothing Then You Are Not Brave;
[/color][/font]You are merely too foolish to be afraid.[/i][/center]
Dislikes[/color]: Vampires, Were-creatures, Demons, musicals, any type of law enforcement, Mexican food, poetry, old people, bugs, anything supernatural, and anyone who likes or sympathizes with the supernatural.
Strength[/color]: Genius level intellect.
Peak physical condition.
Near supernatural proficiency at armed and unarmed combat.
He can resist and block the effects of telepathy, hypnotism, and pheromone control.
Weaknesses[/color]: Sometimes too smart for his own good. Often resulting in him forgetting something important causing him to slip up.
Often blinded by anger. Once again causing him to make mistakes.
Fears[/color]: He has a terrible fear of heights. Anything over twenty feet has him jittery.
He is scared of spiders, but not petrified. More of a fear of getting bitten than the spider itself. It will cause him to jump, but he won't hesitate the squish it.
Something he really does fear is a world where the supernatural rule and humans are used as cattle. Its something that really does fuel his dislike of the supernatural.
Secrets[/color]: Doesn't really hate all supernaturals. Dislikes them intensely, but the hate thing is more for business. He really does hate vampires though.
Has slept with several supernatural females. No real feelings with any. Just mindless drunken animal like sex.
Really loves kittens. He can't even force himself to be to one. Can't keep the tough guy persona if one is around.
Habits/Quirks[/color]: Can't stand to see someone use a coffee cup as an ashtray. He's broken arms over that.
Utterly loathes people who drop cigar/cigarette ashes on the floor. He threw one of his best friends through a window over that.
Has killed someone for using their plate at the dinner table for an ashtray.
Really loves kittens.
Obsessed with word searches. Often becoming a hermit for weeks if he finds one incredibly difficult to solve.
Views a battle quite literally the same way one would view a chess game. Only in his mind its checkers, because he hates chess. Whether it be between two armies or two individuals he looks at it the same way.
Has an odd obsession with land mines. He has a rather extensive collection of them and is always on the look out for more. Oddly enough he is able to obtain some that are literally too dangerous to even attempt to disarm or move. They just don't go off for some reason.
Overall Personality[/color]: Just your run of the mill violent sadistic psychopath. He likes to cause pain, suffering, and death. Especially since he is really good at it. Even more so when he can make a quick buck. Arrogant and utterly ruthless can also be used to describe him. Of course there is a tiny smidgen of good in him. Think of it like him being the Grinch and that little bit of good being like his heart.
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You Could Always Trust Jean-Claude To Survive. It Was One Of His Talents.
[/color][/font]I was almost sure it wasn’t one of Richard’s.[/center]
Rank[/color]:Doesn't really have anything to do with powers other than people within his group respecting such authority. However he is leader of the Skeleton Crew charter of Humans First. Commonly referred to as Death's Head.
Effect on Character[/color]: Onxy is highly addictive. Causing the user to become irrational, angry, and violent. Overuse or extreme withdrawal can result in a severe psychological breakdown to an almost mindless feral state. With little to no chance of returning to a normal rational state.
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You Told Him To Lie To Me, Iris.
[/color][/font]You told him to bring his little stripper friend, so I'd die in peace. He's a fucking fairy and fucking coffin bait to boot.[/center]
Mothers Name[/color]: Susan Bain (Dead)
Fathers Name[/color]: Ethan Bain (Dead)
Siblings[/color]: Carmen Bain
Amelia Bain (Dead)
Pets[/color]: Kitten named Fuzzy Wuzzy. (Dead)
Overall History[/color]: Born to a loving a family with two doting older sisters. He lived a normal life and was an extremely gifted student. Never had a day in trouble with anyone. Had a promising future ahead of him up until his fifteenth birthday. Fourth of July in the Couturie Forest his parents and his sister Amelia were attacked by a gang of vampires. Carmen had just left for college. He narrowly escaped the carnage having previously wandered off from their campsite. They were tortured for hours before being fed upon and killed. At dawn he returned to the campsite to find their bodies mutilated almost beyond recognition. The scene was so traumatic that he did not leave or attempt to seek help. Other campers found him two days later sitting in front of the remains of the campfire staring into the ashes. His innocence along with his hopes and dreams died the morning he returned.
Becoming a ward of the state is what shaped him into the violent individual. Being dumped off into foster care with guardians who were abuse alcoholics he turned to the streets for an escape. Which brought him into the wrong crowds of people. Theft, fraud, assault, vandalism, possession, etc. He carried a criminal record as long as his arm before his eighteenth birthday. Never convicted of murder. Even though he killed his first human being at sixteen. With blood on his hands it didn't take him long to breach the supernatural barrier. Never forgetting what had been done to his family. He showed his supernatural victims no mercy. Showing them that he held no remorse and enjoyed making them suffer.
His sister Carmen tried to stay in touch. She attempted to bring him back to "civilization" as he referred to it. Only he was too far gone for any real help. Vengeance was now his Creed. He vowed never to allow the massacre of his family happen to another human. Seeing the supernatural as a threat to the existence of humanity he knew the could never be treated as equals. Not without rising above humanity as a superior apex predator. It did not take long for him to be recruited into Humans First. The Hierarchy within the organization noticed his intelligence and his potential as a leader. Along with his ruthless personality. With that in mind they allowed him to form his own charter group within New Orleans. The Skeleton Crew.
As the leader of the group he became Death's Head. With The Hands of Death reporting to him. Reapers reporting to them. Of the Reapers there are five. Each one in charge of three HF cells. Anyone below the rank of Reaper was considered cannon fodder. Expendable. There only to carry out simple tasks, take the fall for various crimes, and be the first to die in any conflict. He was also recruited into a small group of medical professionals within Humans First for experimentation on supernaturals abducted by the group. Mainly to serve as an executioner. However he was taken under the wing of a doctor code named Mengele. Where he learned the finer points on the weaknesses and means to kill supernaturals. He earned the nickname "Little Joe" during this time period.
During that period he discovered a new means to destroy the supernatural population. A means to secure funding and draw support in the killing of their species. Something that could give him the war he needed to wipe them out completely. It has now surfaced within the city as a new drug. Causing untold misery and mayhem. Responsible for untold bloodshed within the supernatural community and the human population. It is commonly known as "Onyx"....
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Is It Better To Outmonster The Monster or To Be Quietly Devoured?
[/color][/font]When you dance with the devil, you might as well be a devil who can give you your own corner of hell to rule.[/center]
"Looks like we've got a bleeder..." Alex chuckled setting the circular saw down. Picking up a black bandana off of work bench he wiped the blood off his face. Ignoring the screaming vampire who's hands were nailed to the heavy wooden table by railroad spikes. It was up for debate as to if the vampire was held there by both hands. With one hand still there but a bloody stump flailing about elsewhere. Torture wasn't exactly the average person's cup of tea. It really his either. More like a job that he just happened to be very good at. Lighting a propane torch he grabbed the vampire's arm with his free hand. Cauterizing the stump to keep it from bleeding out. A feat of strength for him made a whole lot easier with a lethal injection cocktail along with a small dose of silver chloride. Who knew that the cure for mercury poisoning was an effective agent in controlling vampires. Last time he had worked with "Mengele" the HF doctor was compiling a report on on it's use for that purpose. After that it would be passed on to various senators, congressmen, and law enforcement personal as a "humane" means to deal with supernaturals who break the law. Of course you had to get the dosage just right. Otherwise death was certain. Either immediately or months later. That part would be left out of the report though.
Cutting off the torch he picked up the saw again to proceed with removing the other hand. Thankfully the basement was heavily sound proofed. Otherwise the whole apartment building would probably hear them. If he had not been wearing ear plugs he would have a splitting head ache. The vampire from first glance would have appeared to be your average male human. Light brown hair and green eyes. Of average height and build. Until you noticed the pale skin. The slightly longer than average canines. And the usage of pheromones. Alex would have probably left him alone in the bar that night if he hadn't done that. It really pissed him off though. So he decided to play into the game. Pretending to fall for it hook, line, and sinker. Luring him into an alley behind the establishment. The creature did not expect him to strike out with such speed and strength. Dashing it's skull into the brick wall. Smashing it's ribs, crushing, it's throat, and breaking it's arms. On the ground beaten, broken, dazed, and healing Alex pulled a small cigarette case full of syringes containing various chemical compounds. Retrieving the one marked AGCL he gave the vampire a small dose before carrying it to his vehicle. The dose was enough to sap it's strength and slow the healing factor.
The vampire tried to remain defiant even when Alex nailed his hands to the table. Purposely missing the spikes a few times to smash it's hands with the heavy cross peen hammer. Only it couldn't remain that was when he began the amputation. "Should we go with short sleeve or stay with long sleeve?" he asked picking up the torch to repeat the process. His cell phone rang after he cut off the torch. He almost started an attempt to beat the vampire to death with it given the news. The compound in the swamp had been compromised. It's Onyx lab and two shipments of the compound had been destroyed. "I'm on my way" he replied before hanging up the phone. Pulling the Springfield XD-45 compact out his back pocket he chambered a round. It was loaded with AG47 SD ammunition. His favorite cartridge for dealing with the supernatural. A single frangible sphere of tiny iron pellets and silver powder encased in a copper jacketed lead slug. For maximum penetration, expansion, and stopping power when dealing with a supernatural assailant. According to the advertisement any way. He held the gun over the vampire's heart and looked in the eyes. "I'd love to play a little longer, but got a call in from work. It's been fun and sadly we won't be able to do this again."
"I'll catch up with you in hell. It might be a while, but don't worry too much. You won't be alone for too long." he added before pulling the trigger.
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