Post by wingzero87 on Jun 6, 2012 15:52:58 GMT -5
[/li][li]~My Name is Wingzero87
Matthew 'Grimm' Roberts
PB: Karl Urban
[/li][li]~I am 25 years old.
[/li][li]~I found the site through a friend
[/li][li]~If you wish to talk to me, the best way to reach me is through email
[/li][li]~I have been role playing for 3 years and I am a beginner
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~*Full Name: Matthew Roberts
~*Alias: Grimm, Matt (Only to his sister, Chapel or Priest)
~*Age: 26
~*Race: Human Hunter
~*Gender: Male
*Appearance: The man known as Grimm, stands at around six feet tall, he is broad shouldered, and prefers to keep his dark hair short for easy maintenance, his face is constantly adhored with a bit of scruff, like he had a falling out with his razor. Grimm has an efficient walk, similar to a boxer that sends a message that his man can handle himself. When not on missions, he normally dresses himself in a pair of black boots, worn jeans, a dark grey t-shirt and his leather jacket. Given his preference for close range combat, Grimms body is littered with scars from his previous battles.
~*Personality:
Vengeful: Grimm isn't known for his forgiveness, you slight him, his sister or a member of his team and he will come after you. He and Reaper have been hunting down the suck-heads to tortured their family for the past 18 months and show no signs to slowing down. Not until they find that nest of vipers and show them the light thanks of a few UV grenades.
Team Leader: As a team leader, Grimm takes the lives of the people under his command very seriously, but only with those who he has worked with before. New additions are looked at with distrust and suspicion. This is due a new squad member code named 'Cain' betraying the teams location to the vampires. As a result, Grimm shot both his knees off with his
AA-12 assault Shotgun and left him to bleed out.
Honour: Grimm isn't the nicest man on the planet, and he has done some horrific things, and he would be the first to admit it. He's no saint, but he isn't a monster either, he just hunts them.
~*History:
Grimm and his sister Reaper are the sole survivors of a vampire attack carried out on their family home while they were back from deployment. The whole family was dragged from their beds, tied down and forced to watch as the vampires drained each member of his family dry. Starting with his nephew Jason.
Over the following days, the vampire made their way through the Roberts family, finally reaching Isabelle. As luck would have it, a team of hunters breached the homestead and drove the beasts off.
After receiving proper medical attention, both Matt and Izzy joined up with the hunters, eventually meeting up with Chapel and Priest.
~*RP Sample:
A young woman in the wrong part of town on this night was running through an alleyway trying to avoid the two men who had been following her. "Help! Please some one help me!" she cried out as she ran, tears running down her face as she saw the people turn their backs on her, lock their doors and close their windows to pretend that she was not even there.
"Here pretty pretty, don't worry we are not gonna hurt ya" cried the first man, dress in black boots white denim jeans, a black t-shirt of some new band and a sleeveless jacket. His long dark hair held up in a pony tail.
"Yeah, we are just lookin to show you a good time, we know what sluts like you like" shouted his comrade, a man with a blonde mohawk, heavy biker boots, black leather pants, a red t-shirt and a biker jacket.
A little white longer, she turned a corner into a dead end, the walls were too high to climb an there was no where to hide.
"Aww would you look at that, no more running an no where to hide you little bitch!"
"Oh we are going to enjoy you, when we are done there cops wont know what you are let along who you are" on that both men burst out in a sickening laugh, the woman in question pressed her back against the wall as the began to approach. Her tears still running down her cheeks as she slid down the wall, gasping for air as she continued to call for help "Please someone, anyone help me!"
"Excuse me boys but is this a private party?" came an unknown voice, the two men turned to see who it was that was foolish enough to interrupt their 'fun'. At the same the womans head had shot up hoping that whoever had arrived would help her.
As the men turned round their eyes locked to the image of a powerfully built man standing at 6 foot 2 dressed in what looked like some sort of futuristic combat armour. He wore boots which came up to his mid shin and his hands were in gloves which covered midway up his fore arm. There was a belt around his waist with compartments on one side. His facial features were hidden behind a mask which covered the majority of his head, the only visible feature as the area around his mouth, his eyes were hidden behind the white lenses of the mask.
"Here pretty pretty, don't worry we are not gonna hurt ya" cried the first man, dress in black boots white denim jeans, a black t-shirt of some new band and a sleeveless jacket. His long dark hair held up in a pony tail.
"Yeah, we are just lookin to show you a good time, we know what sluts like you like" shouted his comrade, a man with a blonde mohawk, heavy biker boots, black leather pants, a red t-shirt and a biker jacket.
A little white longer, she turned a corner into a dead end, the walls were too high to climb an there was no where to hide.
"Aww would you look at that, no more running an no where to hide you little bitch!"
"Oh we are going to enjoy you, when we are done there cops wont know what you are let along who you are" on that both men burst out in a sickening laugh, the woman in question pressed her back against the wall as the began to approach. Her tears still running down her cheeks as she slid down the wall, gasping for air as she continued to call for help "Please someone, anyone help me!"
"Excuse me boys but is this a private party?" came an unknown voice, the two men turned to see who it was that was foolish enough to interrupt their 'fun'. At the same the womans head had shot up hoping that whoever had arrived would help her.
As the men turned round their eyes locked to the image of a powerfully built man standing at 6 foot 2 dressed in what looked like some sort of futuristic combat armour. He wore boots which came up to his mid shin and his hands were in gloves which covered midway up his fore arm. There was a belt around his waist with compartments on one side. His facial features were hidden behind a mask which covered the majority of his head, the only visible feature as the area around his mouth, his eyes were hidden behind the white lenses of the mask.
Optional
*Likes:
*Dislikes:
Fleabags (Lycans)
Suckheads (Vampires)
*What you want to see happen to your character:
[/font][/blockquote] a chance to extract slow and painful revenge on the brood that murdered his family.