[i] Quoth the Raven..... Nevermore. [/i] Name: Nathaniel. Age: 56 Gender: Male Species/Ethnicity: Caucasian Human Appearance: [spoiler]5'8, 179 lbs. Sturdy, and well-built. His musculature is not exaggerated, simply toned. He has green eyes and dark brown hair, with a long scar going down the left side of his face. His nose is crooked from having been broken, and his left ear is missing chunks. His body is likewise battered and damaged, with a few crooked fingers from some past trauma, a long puckered scar running down his left arm, and a similar scar going down the left side of his torso. On his neck is a tattoo of a Raven, the body black and the singular eye purple[/spoiler] Weapons: [spoiler]Twin battered handguns, each a .45 colt. The barrels have been extended and their bodies weighted. They have no special properties. An old bolt-action rifle, firing .308 rounds. The scope is variable, and can go from a 2X zoom to an 8X zoom. It is single-fire, but the chamber has been reinforced to take a second special round, hand-made by Nathaniel himself. The round is made from pure star metal, an alloy of which he keeps a considerable amount of in his pack. The metal comes from space, from crashed meteorites that contain the materiel. It is heavy, but its mass does not affect velocity, the round able to fly upwards of miles, if Nathaniel can strike true. A non-serrated knife, slightly dulled. improvised explosives created from old soup cans, various household chemicals, and a few shards of metal. The cans differ in size, some meant as traps and some meant as what could only be described as grenades. The resulting shrapnel also carries risk of infection due to the slightly rusted nature of the cans, which also makes the grenades inconsistent.[/spoiler] Armor: [spoiler]Lightly armored coat. Coat with several plates made of steel, sewn into the sides, front, and rear. lightly armored pants jeans with strapped-on steel plates on the thighs, with lightly armored BMX kneepads supplemented with corrugated aluminum. Steel toed boots.[/spoiler] Gear: [spoiler]First aid kit. a pot, a pan, and a few water treatment capsules. A slightly damaged civillian radio, with a built-in cassette player. A few cassette tapes. Rucksack[/spoiler] Abilities: [spoiler]Training. His formative years were spent training for these sorts of fights, and as such he has better dexterity, agility, speed, and is stronger than the average human. [/spoiler] Bio: [spoiler]Raised in a barren desert on Takatai, Nathaniel didn't really remember his childhood. A few flashes of those twilight years before his manhood are all he has of his parents. However, his training he did not forget, and he spends his time taking jobs, but usually drifts closer to the Infamous Dojo. He oftentimes avoided social situations, usually just either continuing to work, going off on his own to the next town, or finding a woman of decent body and low price. However, he usually ended up leaving one or two bodies in his wake, either a vigilante trying to mete their justice out on others of their might, or a self-styled villain who wants to further their own ends. He has hatred of those who think there is black and white, and usually associates them with weak minds and wills.[/spoiler]