Name:ΛPF_Verhasst
Gender: Male
Species:Human-Vampire
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 146 pounds
Weapons: Depending on the situation, he has been known to use a Barett M82 .50BMG anti-material sniper rifle, A desert eagle .50AE handgun, an FN Five-seven USG 5.7mm silenced pistol, and his most common weapon, a black-steel 18 inch combat knife.
Description: Verhasst is just a young man at the present time, but hes no small child by any means. He is a full fledged soldier, having seen more blood and guts spilled then any normal man ought to by the time they die. He is of strong German descent and has medium-long dirty blond hair, only just long enough that the very back brushes against his broad shoulders. He has a set of steely grey-blue eyes that a number of people have barely been able to meet. Standing at six foot six he is a tall, skinny man, usually dressed in his long, black officers trenchcoat with the mind of hiding his weapons below. He wears a pair of black combat boots but moves in a way that seems to show off his long, swaying body, moving silently by habit after years of stealth training. He is competant in a large array of weapons, able to kill with anything from his fists to a Abram battle tank's 120mm Smothbore cannon.
History: Although Verhasst's history is a short one it is tainted in bad memories, his mind shutting much of it out to spare himself the grief and self-pitty he loathes. He never had any parents, nor any parental figures, having been born in the wretched heart of an oasis city of science in the hellish plain of Death Valley, California. He was an attempt of a super human, the scientists had done their work well, his coordination, strength and strategy far surpassing that of any full-grown man. Being shoved into a life of training and mindless servitude he had matured quickly, missing any childhood he may have gotten completely. As he began to receive schooling, he threw himself into it with a fiery passion, determined to prove that he was no small-minded muscle to do anyones dirty work. He doesnt remember much more then cold steel and heartless needles, masked faces and low murmurs, hate and killing. Despite all of his supression he has been shaped into a mild, silent man, withdrawing himself from strong emotions unless he had been provoked. None the less. A dangerous man.
Gender: Male
Species:Human-Vampire
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 146 pounds
Weapons: Depending on the situation, he has been known to use a Barett M82 .50BMG anti-material sniper rifle, A desert eagle .50AE handgun, an FN Five-seven USG 5.7mm silenced pistol, and his most common weapon, a black-steel 18 inch combat knife.
Description: Verhasst is just a young man at the present time, but hes no small child by any means. He is a full fledged soldier, having seen more blood and guts spilled then any normal man ought to by the time they die. He is of strong German descent and has medium-long dirty blond hair, only just long enough that the very back brushes against his broad shoulders. He has a set of steely grey-blue eyes that a number of people have barely been able to meet. Standing at six foot six he is a tall, skinny man, usually dressed in his long, black officers trenchcoat with the mind of hiding his weapons below. He wears a pair of black combat boots but moves in a way that seems to show off his long, swaying body, moving silently by habit after years of stealth training. He is competant in a large array of weapons, able to kill with anything from his fists to a Abram battle tank's 120mm Smothbore cannon.
History: Although Verhasst's history is a short one it is tainted in bad memories, his mind shutting much of it out to spare himself the grief and self-pitty he loathes. He never had any parents, nor any parental figures, having been born in the wretched heart of an oasis city of science in the hellish plain of Death Valley, California. He was an attempt of a super human, the scientists had done their work well, his coordination, strength and strategy far surpassing that of any full-grown man. Being shoved into a life of training and mindless servitude he had matured quickly, missing any childhood he may have gotten completely. As he began to receive schooling, he threw himself into it with a fiery passion, determined to prove that he was no small-minded muscle to do anyones dirty work. He doesnt remember much more then cold steel and heartless needles, masked faces and low murmurs, hate and killing. Despite all of his supression he has been shaped into a mild, silent man, withdrawing himself from strong emotions unless he had been provoked. None the less. A dangerous man.
