Name: Darius
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1''
Race: Caucasian
Build: Medium build, muscular arms and torso
Hair: short dirty blonde
Eyes: Blue
Distinct Features: a scar running down the left side of his face from his forehead to his jaw and a small scar on his chest
Clothes: Work boots, black jeans, white t-shirt underneath black hoody and
webgear underneath his hoody containing clips and bullets.
Weapon(s):
HK45,
Desert Eagle
Abilities: Darius can escape easily when he needs to because he is very good at free running and is an excellent marksman when need be.
Other abilities: Very good at capoeira and kickboxing.
Personality: Darius is and optimist and is normally quite talkative, loud and humorous. Also, he drinks a lot and normally keeps a hip flask on him at all times
Background: Darius had a rough childhood and was the youngest and least favorite of his parents out of his four other brothers. Despite his parents, his brothers took good care of him. Darius and his family lived in a particularly rough neighborhood with gang fights constantly going on. Darius was constantly picked on by a lot of the kids and normally getting jumped but learned how to get away and around obstacles in his way contributing to his excellence in free running. Darius became tired of running and his brothers fighting for him and began to teach himself kickboxing and soon after, capoeira.
Darius began to fight back more often after learning how to fight. His brothers had formed a gang by the time Darius was fifteen and they soon became one of the top gangs in their neighborhood. It wasnt that much of a gang, more like ten people; Darius and his brothers and a few of their closest friends. Seeing as they were one of the top gangs, there were a lot of fights. A lot of their friends had left the gang or were killed being jumped by rival gang members.
One night, Darius and his brothers were taken to war by one of the gangs. Darius' oldest brother was murdered and were getting picked off one by one until it was the two youngest brothers. Darius and his brother stuck together but were cornered by several rival members. Darius' brother was beaten to death and Darius was beaten to within an inch of his life. He'd been stabbed in the chest and someone was slicing deep into the side of his face.
With a burst of energy he grabbed the persons wrist and took the knife out of his hand and stabbed his attacker in the chest several times. Darius was left there, dying until someone found him and brought him to the hospital. He was treated and stitched up and left with a nasty scar on the left side of his face. He soon returned home where his parents blamed the death of his brothers on him.
They kicked him out and told him they never wanted to see him again and since then he's been somewhat of a hitman hired by various clients and works anywhere that hires for extra money. Currently he works as a bartender because there arent many clients needing a hit.
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Name: Trent
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Height: 5'10''/5'11''
Race: Caucasian
Build: Medium
Hair: Brown, shoulder length, front reaches his eyebrows, normally messy
Eyes: Green
Distinct Features: Both arms and chest are covered in tribal tattoo's, missing left eye and a large diagonal scar down the left side of his chest
Clothes: Wear's a dark blue armor on his legs and his right side of his torso exposing his half his chest and left arm and has a bandage over left eye.
Weapon(s): A large sword, about the size of himself, with a long hilt, a wide blade with the same tribal markings on it as the tattoos Trent has on his chest and arms. Originally his father's sword
Abilities: Trent has a lot of strength due to the fact that he weilds such a big sword and enables him to pack quite the punch when not using his sword which is very rare, also he is very swift with his sword.
Personality: Trent is somewhat talkative and social but in battle he's psychotic and sometimes dismembers his enemies before actually killing them. Also, when given a challenge he is not afraid to put himself in pain to deliver a killing strike.
Background:
Trent was born to loving parents. His father was a soldier and trained Trent as one. Trent excelled in handling swords in combat and soon his father brought him along on missions that werent too dangerous but would give them time to train. Trent was always getting better in combat and the only person who could give him a real challenge was his father. Trent soon enlisted in the army when he came of age and rose through the ranks quicker than most.
Trent and his father fought alongside eachother in battle and were most known and most feared by opposing armies. Trent became well known and feared for slicing his enemies limbs off before delivering a killing blow. Some spoke of him as a monster without feeling or a soul. Despite how proud his father was, he was concerned about trent. It seemed as if he enjoyed dismembering his enemies and fighting entirely too much but he dismissed the thought seeing as Trent was only doing it for his kingdom.
Trent became well trusted and well liked by his king due to his skills in battle. Trent was sometimes assigned as the king's body guard when the king had business outside of their kingdom. While away assigned to protect the king on the way to a neigboring kingdom, Trent's mother passed away. Upon returning he heard the news and went to the grave with his father. His father told him that his mother's last words were "Tell Trent I'm proud of him". The king joined them in paying their respects and told Trent's father what the meeting in the neighboring kingdom had been about.
Their best warrior wanted to face Trent's father in a duel to the death in one year. Trent's father had gladly accept the challenge. Trent and his father spent that year training for the duel to come. They sparred every day for five hours, not stopping for anything. Before they knew it, the year was up and the time had come.
Many soldiers along with the king had assembled in the courtyard of the castle. The challenger had arrived and stood in the middle of the circle formed by the soldiers and king. Trents father walked in the middle of the circle as well and shook his opponent's hand. His oppenent was cocky and stated he'd kill trent's father quickly. trent's father laughed and drew his weapon. With that, the fight began.
The fight went on for two hours, neither showing any signs of letting up or getting tired. Their swords clashed and gridlocked. Each, holding their sword with one hand, pushing against eachother, both trying desperately to get the upper hand when the challenger put his hand behind his back and pulled out a dagger stabbed Trent's father in his chest, peircing the armor and into his flesh. Trent's father dropped to his knees and the challenger kicked him onto his back. Other soldiers were shouting that he cheated and that he should face a death sentence. The king had stated at that moment, "There is no cheating in war. You win or you lose." and the king had retired to his chambers.
The challenger had laughed triumphantly, mocking trent's father when Trent stepped hin front of him and drew his sword. The soldiers were shouting for trent to win and kill him. This brought the king back outside to see what was going on. The king tried to talk trent out of it but Trent ignored him completely. Trent picked up his father's sword, holding it out to his opponent.
They began to fight wildly until coming to a gridlock like the previous one. His opponent reached for the dagger he killed Trent's father with when Trent pulled his sword from the gridlock and sliced off his opponents arm. His opponent had managed to slice through Trent's armor and into the right side of his chest but not deep enough to kill him. Trent stood there watching his opponent in awe about his lost arm. His opponent, filled with rage came at Trent slashing quickly and wildly, trent blocking every one of them until he lost his balance, backing up over his father's corpse. During Trent's slip, his opponent had caught Trent in the face, cutting his left eye out. Trent began to hack at his opponent, blood oozing from his face. Trent had finally obtained the upper hand and decapitated his opponent. The soldiers went wild as Trent picked his opponent's head up and raised it in triumph.
The king then told Trent what the rules of the duel had been and because he had killed the opposing soldier out of anger that he must be exiled from the kingdom. Trent now wanders from around the world, doing what he can for money to support himself.
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