yUsername: Peace Nuke
Alignment: Chaotic Good
CharacterName: John Caltren
Race: Mostly Human
Age: 36
Height: 6'4
Weight: 247 lbs.
Build: Muscular/Powerful Football playerish build.
Hair: Long, unkempt brown and wavy with a full beard.
Eyes: His eyes are a piercing blue, or a haunting purple depending on the way light hits them, a staunch reminder of his supernatural ancestry.
Hobbies: Slamming people to the ground and getting his bounty. He has an affinity for guns and in his free time reads the bible.
Likes: Pistols and machinepistols. Knives and explosives. His bible.
Dislikes: Pretty much anything that doesn't fall into the likes category.
History: John Caltren was born in a catholic church back in the late 1980's, his ancestry is demonic; however the demonic blood is so diluded that it affords him no convinient goodies or skills, at least not on a regular basis. He's mortal and he's ashamed of the sins of his fathers. He grew up on the streets; never went to school and slept in Chicago's alleyways and on the fire escapes, the only surefire safe place from an angry bum. As he got older he took an extreme interest in firearms and put this interest before his housing. Before he knew it, he had 3 pistols, a motorcycle and no place to live. He makes his living by taking in bounties, and is a mercenary. A real renaissance man; he can do anything. Despite his hard upbringing and lack of education, many hours spent taking shelter in america's public libraries have taught him a few things about engines, and computers.
Abilities: Very good aim, and when feeling very threatened, close to death, or a mission critical object is in danger his demonic ancestry kicks in and his above average aim becomes damn near perfect. Large build and intimidating appearence afford him many freedom's in life, most corporate schmoes don't want any trouble from him. His strength allows him to regularly fire a Smith and Wesson Model 500 revolver, though not with one hand; he can move while shooting it. He can break doors down rather easily and is very fit, able to run for a few miles at a time. He's not the fastest man on the planet, but he's got his motorcycle to chase down the fast ones.
Appearance: Leather jacket, bootcut jeans, and motorcycle boots. Inside the jacket are custom holsters for sawed off, break-action shotguns. On his hip, a massive Smith and Wesson Model .500, with a 10.5 inch barrel, and loaded with 5 shots of 325 grain .500 S&W Magnum ammuniton. The gun isn't anything short of spectacular to behold, it's shiny, polished silver, meticulous engraved barrel and a custom hardwood grip that makes it a little more uncomfortable to use, but makes it much more appealing to the eye. John himself looks like a vagrant, various scars across his body, one in his cheek from when he fell on a pair of scissors when he was a child, pierced right through into his mouth; never ran with 'em again.