Post by Buffy Summers on Feb 22, 2007 21:53:29 GMT -5
Name: Clint Watson
Age:28
Species (witch, vampire, slayer,):Human (Scottish), Watchers Council Special operative (Watcher Council Special Forces)
History: Clint was a Sargeant in the Royal Marines (UK) During covert operations in the former Yugoslave Republic of Macedonia his 8 man squad was attacked at night. Despite there excellent training his men fell way too easily. Clint couldnt believe that their weapons had no effect on these "things" attacking them. The last thing Clint remembers is passing out as one clubbed him in the face.
Waking up with a yell Clint looked around. Where was he exactly? On a basic metal frame bed, attached to a drip. Hospital? Then the door opened and a middle aged man walked through. he explained that Clint had been attacked by vampires (VAMPIRES!?!?!) and that somehow he had survived. The man was a representative of the Watchers Council, and he asked Clint to head up a Special Operative team who would deal with minor incursions that the Slayer was otherwise unable to deal with. So for the next several years Clint travelled the World, doing the Councils bidding. He nows finds himself in Salem, without his Strike Team (why??), awaiting his next set of orders.
Personality: Very laconic. prone to flashbacks (Post traumatic stress) has a sarcastic dry sense of humour that not everyone gets.
Appearence:closely shaved ginger hair, small scar above left eyebrow. tends to wear standard issue dark camoflague uniform. chest area has a large crescent shaped scar, from Macedonian Incident (how he got it he aint sure!) He carries a black tactical bag with him at all times Contains (if this is OK with mods, if not let me know) stakes, crossbow & bolts, holy water, laptop (kinda like an E version of Watchers Diaries) general survival equipment.
Sample RP (at least 2 paragraphs): Clint pressed his throat mike, and checked the rest of his Strike team
"How many hostiles?" whispered Clint.
"Only 2 that I can see" came the reply.
Clint slid forward on his belly, inching ever closer to the targets. At this range he could smell the metallic tang of blood from his target, 2 vampires sat bragging about how many humans they had killed. Clint slowly pulled the stake from his utility belt and closed the distance further. Now inches from the nearest vampire Clint rose to one knee. Which was when he was spotted.
"d**n" thought Clint as the 2 vampires went full vamp, "I was hoping for an easy night!"
Clint rolled onto his back as the nearest vampire leapt at him. The stake drove deep into its chest as it expired in a woosh of dust. The 2nd vampire didnt get that far. A well aimed crossbow bolt saw him off. Clint stood, dusted himself off.
Pressing his throat mike "OK guys lets wrap up and head home!"
Secret Word:BOO
Age:28
Species (witch, vampire, slayer,):Human (Scottish), Watchers Council Special operative (Watcher Council Special Forces)
History: Clint was a Sargeant in the Royal Marines (UK) During covert operations in the former Yugoslave Republic of Macedonia his 8 man squad was attacked at night. Despite there excellent training his men fell way too easily. Clint couldnt believe that their weapons had no effect on these "things" attacking them. The last thing Clint remembers is passing out as one clubbed him in the face.
Waking up with a yell Clint looked around. Where was he exactly? On a basic metal frame bed, attached to a drip. Hospital? Then the door opened and a middle aged man walked through. he explained that Clint had been attacked by vampires (VAMPIRES!?!?!) and that somehow he had survived. The man was a representative of the Watchers Council, and he asked Clint to head up a Special Operative team who would deal with minor incursions that the Slayer was otherwise unable to deal with. So for the next several years Clint travelled the World, doing the Councils bidding. He nows finds himself in Salem, without his Strike Team (why??), awaiting his next set of orders.
Personality: Very laconic. prone to flashbacks (Post traumatic stress) has a sarcastic dry sense of humour that not everyone gets.
Appearence:closely shaved ginger hair, small scar above left eyebrow. tends to wear standard issue dark camoflague uniform. chest area has a large crescent shaped scar, from Macedonian Incident (how he got it he aint sure!) He carries a black tactical bag with him at all times Contains (if this is OK with mods, if not let me know) stakes, crossbow & bolts, holy water, laptop (kinda like an E version of Watchers Diaries) general survival equipment.
Sample RP (at least 2 paragraphs): Clint pressed his throat mike, and checked the rest of his Strike team
"How many hostiles?" whispered Clint.
"Only 2 that I can see" came the reply.
Clint slid forward on his belly, inching ever closer to the targets. At this range he could smell the metallic tang of blood from his target, 2 vampires sat bragging about how many humans they had killed. Clint slowly pulled the stake from his utility belt and closed the distance further. Now inches from the nearest vampire Clint rose to one knee. Which was when he was spotted.
"d**n" thought Clint as the 2 vampires went full vamp, "I was hoping for an easy night!"
Clint rolled onto his back as the nearest vampire leapt at him. The stake drove deep into its chest as it expired in a woosh of dust. The 2nd vampire didnt get that far. A well aimed crossbow bolt saw him off. Clint stood, dusted himself off.
Pressing his throat mike "OK guys lets wrap up and head home!"
Secret Word:BOO
