"Crimson"

[Crimson]

C R I M S O N

"Well high didly dee...what the fuck are you doing here missy?~"

Custom Title:
Enigmatic Vagabond
Age:
27
Gender:
Male
Family:
Undisclosed
Race:
Human
Sexual Orientation:
Hetrosexual
Home World:
Gaia ( FF7)
Alignment:
True Neutral, he doesn't care who he works for. In reality, his only true alliegence. Is to himself.
Job:
Currently Crimson appears to be a freelance agent//assassin//mercenary. However he is extremely selective with jobs. And often takes his own paths to completion, working on what appears to be goals of his own whilst completing them. As to what his own goals are however. They remain a mystery.
Items:

• White Leather Duster, general apparal.
  
• Black leather gloves, tight. General apparal. Keeps finger prints from showing up whilst he's on a job.
  
• Golden pin, on the right shoulder of his duster. Not known just what the importance of this item is. However he seems to have a habbit of touching it before a job, and sometimes afterwards.
  
• Cigarettes + Lighter: Addiction, its a wonderful thing

Accessories:
N/A
Appearance
Personality:
Agent XXVI. AKA Crimson. Is usually seen displaying an overconfident, almost, arrogant air around his opponents and even his allies. Despite this when serious situations crop up, he adopts a far more serious and complicated personality. In these few situations, it has been shown that he indeed does harbour a few other personality quirks that are generally hidden by this mask of arrogance he adopts.

Whether or not this mask is actually something that he does purposefully is as of yet not known. However, he has been shown to be evasive on questions about his past. Particularly with the organisation known as the hive. His inherent use to his employers goes beyond his skill. Having a working knowledge of certain organisations.

He has also displayed a quality that makes him very susceptible to vices such as smoking and drinking, gambling on occasion. His current sexual activity has not been noted .
History:
Crimson was raised in a white collar family. Father was a civil servant. Mother was a coffee house attendant. For someone of his lifestyle, no one expects such a....gray past. There was no great tragedy. His life was relatively clean. He lived, and went to school above the plate in Midgar. Graduated with honours and went onto college. For his unusally grand abilities in marksmanship he was offered a chance to take the Soldier exam. An oppertunity he turned down. Once free of college. Thats when his life took a bit more of a dirty turn. He got a job in with his father at Shinra, and tended to spend most of his pay cheque on booze, women and gambling. This life style led him into debt and in Midgar debt usually wound up at one place.

He got involved with the wrong people, and ended up owing Don Cordero some money. Money he couldn't pay. So he grabbed a gun and started doing some muscle for hire work for the Don. Something he excelled at. Becoming a bit of a well known and well paid hitman. The pay being enough to support his vice driven life style. His parents however, distanced themselves from their son. Eventually cutting ties with him completely after his third arrest by Shinra security forces. Despite enjoying the lifestyle this offered him. Crimson didn't like what it had made him. The look in the eyes of his father when he was sent down for the third time began to haunt him and he vowed to change his ways. At least. A little.

For the next two years, he drops off the map. Only stories of the jobs he did, or took part in reaching the ear. He no longer worked for the Don's crime syndicate. However that didn't mean he stopped working illegal jobs completely. Just that he didn't limit himself to the more well paying back alley jobs of smugglers and crime lords. When he re-emerged 2 years later in Midgar, something about him had changed. Something had occured during one of his jobs that he doesn't talk about. He opened up an office in the slums of Sector 4, and still takes freelance jobs. However...rather than in it for the money and taking all and any jobs. He became more selective...during each working towards his own goals.

Most of his employers, both past and present. Are still curious a to just what this goal is....


Abilities:

• Crimson Eye
  Of those that hired him, and faced him. Crimson is particularly well known for his ability as a marksman. This is partially down to his own personal skills, but also because of a genetic mutation. Unlike most enhanced humans Crimson was in fact a natural evolution of the human genome. And this evolution. Although minor. Actually aided him in gaining his reputation with a firearm. The Crimson Eye is an ability that, very few people actually witness, because they are usually on the opposing end of it.
  
  When he selects a target, almost automatically the blood flow in Crimsons eye increases dramatically. Redirecting some of the adrenaline flow, and a higher level of oxygen into his sight. This gives his eye an incredibly blood shot appearance whilst fighting. Thus the name of the technique. Doing this, the increased oxygen flow allows him to see far more clearly at longer distances. And the Adrenaline slows down his perception, allowing for more precision shots.
  
  
• Specialised Ammo: PIE [ Pyrotechnic Incendiary Explosive] Rounds
  PIE, aka " Sweet Cherry Pie". Is a specialised round made for the Colt XXVI series. An invention of Crimson, this round is not designed for deep penetration. The bulky nature of the round itself actually makes it what Crimson calls a " slow shot". Although to those facing it, this hardly makes an iota of difference. Once the bullet penetrates the skin of a target. It is designed to slow, and lodge itself there.
  
  Upon contact, a microscopic charge within the PIE round will activate. Causing an explosion within the injury to occur roughly 9 seconds later.
  
  
• Specialised Ammo:E.V.E ( Entropic Vegetation Eruption) Rounds
  EVE rounds are high penetration rounds that are designed for non combat purposes. EVE rounds are designed for, intial deep penetration. To move through surfaces such as concrete. However upon penetration the surface of the round shatters, releasing a bacterium inside the round which targets latent plant spores within the area and causes them to enter a pattern of unstable and unnatural growth. .
  
  Initially this bacterium was designed for use in desert conversion methods. However Crimson put it to a different use. When used on a strong surface such as a stone or concrete wall. This will cause plantlife to grow to the stage were they will weaken the wall severely. Or outright cause it to crumble.
  
  
• Killer Instinct: C.Q.C ( Close Quarters Combat)
  A long range fighter is at a massive disadvantage when faced with an opponent who manages to close the distance. Usually this never happens with Crimson. But he has faced powerful opponents in the past who will take more than one shot to bring down. As of such Crimson developed a style of close range fighting that allows him to lessen the effectiveness of close range combatants.
  
  A mix of martial arts and using his own gun as a blocking mechanism against weapons. When faced with a close range combatant Crimson is able to use locks, holds, parries and disarms. To lessen this disadvantage.

Summons:
None
Magic:
Thundara
Cura
[ 2 post cool down on both]

Strengths:

• Ability as a marksman
  
• Not easily effected by stressful situations
  
• The power of Crimson Eye

Weaknesses:

• His self serving nature tends to isolate him to those who might help him as allies.
  
• Has a tendency to make more enemies than is healthy

Weapon

• Customised Revolver ( Colt 26 Series):
  A weapon built by Crimson during his time amongst the Hive. Its seen a great many battles and has the scars to prove it. Made from an alloy strong enough to block sword strikes, it fires specialised rounds that were made by Crimson himself. The gun itself sports a longer barrel, and is an 8 cylinder shooter.
  
  

Crushes:
None
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Role Play Sample:
There was a figure tonight in Midgar, a white duster around his shoulders. Crimson hair fluttering in the wind as he passed through the streets of the eigth sector of Midgar. A cigarette in his mouth, he took another slow draw from it, sparking up an ember on the end before reaching up a black gloved hand. And withdrawing it from his mouth. Exhaling the smoke. Lightly guarded tonight, the streets that was. And that was good for this figure. He stopped at the overpass and looked down onto the train tracks, and then over the rest of the sector and what lay below it. There were odd points in the plate where you could see below into the slums. And this figure had been on both sides. Looking up and down.

He slowly moved that gloved hand into the duster, and removed a brown paper envelope from within. He pulled out a photograph of what looked like Shinra workers pouring something into the mako reactors. He then pulled out another document, showing the faces of these so called workers. They were documents from different govermental bodies. Missing persons reports. He already knew the briefing and just what he was supposed to do when he got into the reactor. Instinctively, his hand moved down closly to his gun, and touched the pommel. An odd grin cracked as he put the cigarette back in his mouth, and held it there with his teeth. The figure looked at his watch. Shook his head then closed his eyes. It was late. Typical of Shinra Rail. One last draw and he removed the cigarette from his mouth. Stomped it out. And then cast fire on the papers in his hands.

The sound of the tracks shaking was the first thing to be noticed, then the sound of the train making its approach. He waited, couldn't give any indication to anyone who was watching just what would happen. There were two people standing at the bridge near him. He waited, waited till the noise of the train coming had built up to a great enough level and. His hand was like lighting as it moved down pushing aside the duster and removing his Colt XXVI from its holdster. Bang, one single shot to the head of the man nearest him. Bang. Second shot to the other as he turned. The sound of the train was enough to muffle the gunshots. No nearby guards just yet. No witnesses. That was the best way to get the job done. With that...Crimson climbed backwards onto the ledge of the bridge. And jumped.

The train passed underneath in time, and with some difficultly Crimson managed to keep a grip on it. Things were so much easier when he was younger. Getting used to the speed and push of the train he made his way slowly along to the back of the train. No witnesses. He'd ride it long enough to get through the manned security checks. Then when it started the ID pass system. He'd load up the one he got from his employers. Dropping down into the cargo hold he moved over to a crate and sat down. Looking at his gun now, Agent XXVI opened the cylinder and removed the two empty cases. Placing them carefully in a sealed bag. Placing it back in his jacket, and inserting two fresh P.I.E rounds. He spun the cylinder and clicked it back into place.

Ten minutes passed, and he kept an ear out for the manned security checks as they passed each one. After passing the last one he stood up, 3 minutes to the first scan check point. He'd have to get to the main console at the front, killing everyone in his way. Eliminating all witnesses. And load up his own device for passing. Gun in hand he walked towards the door and pulled it open. Crimson eye kicked in. Four guards in this cart. Grunts. No soldier. Good. Gun lifted he fired off four shots in rapid succession each one of them taking their intended target in the head. Blowing off a good portion of their skulls. P.I.E rounds hadn't been used yet. Good.

It was much the same with all of the carts, 4 or 5 security officers inside. None of them getting so much as a scream out. And the noise of the train covering up every shot he made in the cart before. Until he got to the last one. A minute left before they hit the scan point. And there was a SOLDIER member here. Third class, but a mako enhanced human none the less. His opponent charged. He flicked the hammer and pulled this time aiming at the knee. He fired, the shot took the Soldier. But he kept running. Good. Thats what Crimson intended. A few seconds later the leg of the soldier exploded, detatching its upper self from its lower self. And the momentum of the soldier drove him right into Crimsons grasp. Who used this momentum. Grabbing him by the collar, and throwing him through the window to be splattered on the tracks.

Quickly he managed to upload his program....Just a couple more station passes and they'd be at the mako reactor. Crimson tapped the communications device on his right ear. A beep indicated that it was active.





" This is Crimson...train is secured.....on route to objective now....no witnesses...clean route...I repeat, clean route".
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