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About Role-player:
Name: Jason or J.
E-mail: thrakks@yahoo.com
AIM: None.
MSN: None.
Yahoo!: thrakks
About Char:
Name: Evan Bradford
Alias: Aegis
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Sub Race: Junklander
Weapons: Steyr AMR 2000, Dragunov SVD, Glock 17 with a numerous amount of home made explosives and traps.
Occupation: Mercenary
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Description:
Standing at just five feet seven inches this young teenager is awkward looking, as though his body hasn't quite grown into itself yet. His dark brown hair is usually chaotic unless there is a particularly good reason. 20/20 vision allows his eerie green eyes to watch the wastelands for anything coming to harm and he always wears browns and grays.
Having been to busy learning how to survive outside of L.A Evan never had the time to learn the better parts of etiquette, walking with a slight slouch he is more used to skulking around the rubble of the Junklands that waltzing around in the big city like those other people. When seen returning from the Junklands he usually dons brown camo trousers, a dark brown long sleeved t-shirt, light brown fingerless gloves and what can only be described as a desert camo paintball mask.
Although he enters the city with most of his gear on he will often leave his armor back in his den he keeps the mask and a damaged Kevlar chest piece on under his clothes. Only ever taking his mask off when inside the city walls it is obvious to tell that he is no more than a child even with all of his combat gear on.
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Personality:
Years of living in the wastes outside L.A has hardened Evan making him often quite hard to get along with although he does his best to be friendly unless there is a reason to not be. When outside the city of L.A he shuts down emotionally for the better of his sanity, if met outside of the walls he is always cold but usually hospitable when people mean him no harm.
Evan hates loud people and keeps quiet most of the time, his short fuse sometimes breaks his demeanor but after being brought up in the Wastes you quickly learn that if you stay quiet you stay alive. Often challenged by older people Evan has a thirst to prove himself and this may be why he is so content with his job as forward reconnaissance and defense of the L.A Borders. He enjoys the life that he leads and wishes to elongate it for as long as possible reacting to aggressiveness with often lethal force.The officers in the city always keep an eye on him as he is known to carry a weapon with him but he often gets along with them having a mutual respect for each other's job as being necessary.
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Sample Role-play:
Minuscule hairy legs skittered silently across the rubble of the Junklands, stepping across hot rocks and dead plants until finally stopping at something a little too frequent in this desolate wasteland. A massive gun barrel seemed to protrude from a pile of dead vegetation, gently moving up onto the warm spherical surface it continued on its course along the ledge that it was ever so determined to get across. The gun lay still, the barrel laying amongst a few large poles sprouting from some broken reinforced concrete, disguised as another piece of harmless steel. The large scope protected from the sun by the deadened flora that lay atop it creating no reflection to enlighten others of it's position.
A large man stepped out into the barren wastes, freakishly muscular and carrying what looked like a rather large weapon. Easily a few hundred feet away the long barrel twitched towards the position of the mutant. An almost sickly looking green eye peered down the barrel towards the mutant; a whisper just above silence left unseen lips "Is that?" Lumbering slowly the massive mutant continued on it's path towards L.A, only two kilometers away he didn't look like he was going to be visiting family there with that kind of fire power.
Four barrels suspended on a thick black stock this mutant was easily carrying the Russian made GshG-7.62 and a few thousand rounds for it. "Where the hell did he get that from?" again the hidden voice questioned. There was a reason that the big buys in L.A had hired people to wait in the Wastelands a while away from the city to protect it. If this guy got within firing range of that wall or those people he could cause some major damage before he went down.
The thick barrel shifted a little more to the right, adjusting for movement speed and the hidden figure shot a glance over at a small piece of cloth that was tied to one of the steel poles, no wind, that made this a lot easier. A home made bullet slide it's way into the firing chamber, almost the length of someone's hand this would easily do the trick. Squeezing on the trigger the entire pile of deadened plants shook backwards with the sheer power of the bullet leaving the barrel of the mighty weapon.
Flesh parted and muscle was cauterized as the steaming hot projectile slammed into the abomination, through the right shoulder leaving an entrance wound the size of a fist cutting down through the left lung which was currently filling with blood and exiting through the right side of the would be assaulter's the exit wound removing most of his left kidney. The bullet finally came to a halt in the hot sand after severing the mutant's colossal left arm from the elbow downwards. With only time to turn it's head to watch the vast amount of almost black ichor pour from it's chest cavity and severed arm the world quickly grew black for the lone mutant.
A shot had been fired and it was time to move, the dead bush shuffled and moved up to a crouch, a mere teenager heaved the eighteen kilo weapon onto one shoulder and moved off, his ghillie suit becoming almost useless as he moved away from his now exposed position.
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Portrayed By: Jackson Rathbone
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Evan Bradford, The Teenager.
Dec 21 2008, 07:23 PM
