Post by kotaro7914 on Aug 21, 2011 0:13:42 GMT -5
Official Name: Alex Marston
Nicknames: Quick Draw, Revolver Ocelot
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Amestrian
Working Status: A drifter and Professional Sharpshooter and quick draw artist. Takes odd jobs from anyone offering.
Alignment: Good
Appearance: Alex has bright spiky long blond hair that sticks up almost like a pillar. His eyes are bright blue and are usually friendly. He is 6'4 and weighs 165 lb's He wears a red (Duster Styled) Trenchcoat That covers the majority of his body along with Black gloves that go up his entire arms and black boots. At times he wears circular orange sun glasses to cover his eyes.
Defining Features/ Disabilities: His clothing hides it, but under his clothing he is quite muscular. His body is also covered in horrific scars that come from his many encounters with combat. It is what he calls, 'his price' for never killing.
His left arm is a special automail model that was given too him in Rush Valley. Although it appears like a normal hand under the black glove, it folds at the wrist to reveal a hidden semi-automatic pistol.
Goals/Ambitions: Alex's goal in life is to keep as many people as he can alive no matter the cost and find Kell.
History: Alex remembers nothing past his 4th birthday when he was found in the desert by a group of raiders and bandits. Unlike most thieves and raiders, this group highly disapproved of killing. Whenever they attacked, they made sure every shot was used to disable, not kill. They then would give the wounded medical attention and knock them out.
At the age of 5, Alex was given his first gun, a small revolver that belonged to the leader of the gang. It became his most treasured possession and he quickly learned how to use it. At a young age, Alex showed great promise in firearms and quick draw competitions. He also held the gangs rules as his whole ideals.
At the age of 8 Alex went on his first heist with the gang. Following the gangs rules of no death, Alex showed supreme accuracy with his revolver, only hitting non vital areas of his targets. With his first heist a success, Alex was brought into the gang as a family member.
Alex continued to train in firearms through his years in the gang, showing to be the best sharpshooter they had. However, even though the gang was tight as family, there was hatred as well. One member of the gang, Kell, was jealous of Alex's popularity and skill, for he used to be the best in the gang.
During one of the raids, Kell broke the no death rule and killed everyone he came by. Outraged with Kell's disobedience and murderous nature, they cast him out into the Eastern Desert alone.
After Alex's 17th birthday, Kell returned with his own gang and started slaughtering everyone. Once he got to Alex, he took a machete and cut off his left arm. Intending to let Alex bleed out, Kell left him in the desert to die.
Binding a cloth over his severed arm, Alex picked up the revolver of the gangs leader and started walking. He came upon rush valley where in return for working as a mechanic was given an automail arm which carried a firearm inside. There he worked for 3 years while maintaining his firearms training and skills.
Over the next 4 years, Alex traveled as a drifter around Amestris, winning quick draw competitions and earning the nickname, Revolver Ocelot. He also customized his revolver along the way, becoming a minor gunsmith. He also began to be followed by a black furred cat that he named Meryl.
Personality: Alex displays two different personalities. Alex usually exaggerates foolish characteristics to make people feel unthreatened and to hide his identity, fearing that if Kell knew he was still alive, he would hurt the ones he loved. However, when those around him are threatened, Alex shows complete focus and control.
Because Alex refuses to kill any of his opponents, he often suffers at the hands of a number of very persistent enemies. As a result, his body is a patchwork of large scars, chunks of missing flesh supported by metal mesh, and stitch marks.
Weapons and Tools: Alex carries a custom made .45 caliber silver- or nickel-plated revolver, a classic six-shot double-action with a top break reloading mechanism that fires .45 Long Colt ammunition. The engraving on the side of the gun says "Right Wing".
Alex's left arm is a cybernetic automail replacement, which also conceals an integrated firearm.
Friends/Family: Alex has no memory of his family. He does however sometimes travel with a cat that seems to follow him everywhere. He calls the cat Meryl and sometimes even gets into conversations with it when bored.
RP Sample: Alex let out a yawn as he sat in the bar in the small town he had occupied. It was a pleasant town, not too big, not too small. The people were friendly and polite. And the scenery was nice too. In fact it was a place that anyone would want too live in if they fancied a quiet life.
"Bartender! 4 shots of hard whiskey!" He ordered as the bartender came too him. The bartender nodded and pulled out three shot-glasses and a bottle full of liquor. He poured the glasses full and left Alex to tend to another customer.
Alex drank each glass without trouble and let out a large happy sigh. "Nothing like a bit o' liquor to brighten your day!" He called out to nobody, receiving strange stairs from everyone in the bar.
One man though seemed interested in him. Standing from his chair, the man walked up and sat down next to Alex. He ordered a drink and turned to Alex. "Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to be THE Revolver Ocelot? You look like the description a friend gave me."
Alex glanced at the man and sighed. "Uhh, yeah." He said with a small tinge of worry.
The man nodded a few times and took a drink of his beverage. "Then I challenge you too a quick draw." He said sternly. "I'm the fastest in town and I would like to test my mettle against yours."
Alex gave a large groan and nodded. "Alright, but if I win you pay for all my drinks." He said standing.
The man grinned and shook Alex's hand. "Deal! Seeing you in action will be worth any pay." He said following Alex outside. The bartender set up 8 bottles on a wooden stand. "4 each. fastest time wins." he said stepping back.
The man nodded and prepared to fire. When called, he un-holstered his gun and shot all 4 bottles in as many seconds. 4 bottles burst into shards.
Alex nodded impressed and prepared his shot. When called, he un-holstered and fired 4 shots. in 2 seconds. Each bottle burst into shards, leaving the man speechless. Alex smiled. "Now how about my drinks?" He said laughing and heading in the bar.
Additional Information: Alex has an unnatural appetite for pastries, although his body doesn't show it. He also tends to drink in any bar he enters, but can hold a surprising amount before getting drunk.
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Nicknames: Quick Draw, Revolver Ocelot
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Amestrian
Working Status: A drifter and Professional Sharpshooter and quick draw artist. Takes odd jobs from anyone offering.
Alignment: Good
Appearance: Alex has bright spiky long blond hair that sticks up almost like a pillar. His eyes are bright blue and are usually friendly. He is 6'4 and weighs 165 lb's He wears a red (Duster Styled) Trenchcoat That covers the majority of his body along with Black gloves that go up his entire arms and black boots. At times he wears circular orange sun glasses to cover his eyes.
Defining Features/ Disabilities: His clothing hides it, but under his clothing he is quite muscular. His body is also covered in horrific scars that come from his many encounters with combat. It is what he calls, 'his price' for never killing.
His left arm is a special automail model that was given too him in Rush Valley. Although it appears like a normal hand under the black glove, it folds at the wrist to reveal a hidden semi-automatic pistol.
Goals/Ambitions: Alex's goal in life is to keep as many people as he can alive no matter the cost and find Kell.
History: Alex remembers nothing past his 4th birthday when he was found in the desert by a group of raiders and bandits. Unlike most thieves and raiders, this group highly disapproved of killing. Whenever they attacked, they made sure every shot was used to disable, not kill. They then would give the wounded medical attention and knock them out.
At the age of 5, Alex was given his first gun, a small revolver that belonged to the leader of the gang. It became his most treasured possession and he quickly learned how to use it. At a young age, Alex showed great promise in firearms and quick draw competitions. He also held the gangs rules as his whole ideals.
At the age of 8 Alex went on his first heist with the gang. Following the gangs rules of no death, Alex showed supreme accuracy with his revolver, only hitting non vital areas of his targets. With his first heist a success, Alex was brought into the gang as a family member.
Alex continued to train in firearms through his years in the gang, showing to be the best sharpshooter they had. However, even though the gang was tight as family, there was hatred as well. One member of the gang, Kell, was jealous of Alex's popularity and skill, for he used to be the best in the gang.
During one of the raids, Kell broke the no death rule and killed everyone he came by. Outraged with Kell's disobedience and murderous nature, they cast him out into the Eastern Desert alone.
After Alex's 17th birthday, Kell returned with his own gang and started slaughtering everyone. Once he got to Alex, he took a machete and cut off his left arm. Intending to let Alex bleed out, Kell left him in the desert to die.
Binding a cloth over his severed arm, Alex picked up the revolver of the gangs leader and started walking. He came upon rush valley where in return for working as a mechanic was given an automail arm which carried a firearm inside. There he worked for 3 years while maintaining his firearms training and skills.
Over the next 4 years, Alex traveled as a drifter around Amestris, winning quick draw competitions and earning the nickname, Revolver Ocelot. He also customized his revolver along the way, becoming a minor gunsmith. He also began to be followed by a black furred cat that he named Meryl.
Personality: Alex displays two different personalities. Alex usually exaggerates foolish characteristics to make people feel unthreatened and to hide his identity, fearing that if Kell knew he was still alive, he would hurt the ones he loved. However, when those around him are threatened, Alex shows complete focus and control.
Because Alex refuses to kill any of his opponents, he often suffers at the hands of a number of very persistent enemies. As a result, his body is a patchwork of large scars, chunks of missing flesh supported by metal mesh, and stitch marks.
Weapons and Tools: Alex carries a custom made .45 caliber silver- or nickel-plated revolver, a classic six-shot double-action with a top break reloading mechanism that fires .45 Long Colt ammunition. The engraving on the side of the gun says "Right Wing".
Alex's left arm is a cybernetic automail replacement, which also conceals an integrated firearm.
Friends/Family: Alex has no memory of his family. He does however sometimes travel with a cat that seems to follow him everywhere. He calls the cat Meryl and sometimes even gets into conversations with it when bored.
RP Sample: Alex let out a yawn as he sat in the bar in the small town he had occupied. It was a pleasant town, not too big, not too small. The people were friendly and polite. And the scenery was nice too. In fact it was a place that anyone would want too live in if they fancied a quiet life.
"Bartender! 4 shots of hard whiskey!" He ordered as the bartender came too him. The bartender nodded and pulled out three shot-glasses and a bottle full of liquor. He poured the glasses full and left Alex to tend to another customer.
Alex drank each glass without trouble and let out a large happy sigh. "Nothing like a bit o' liquor to brighten your day!" He called out to nobody, receiving strange stairs from everyone in the bar.
One man though seemed interested in him. Standing from his chair, the man walked up and sat down next to Alex. He ordered a drink and turned to Alex. "Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to be THE Revolver Ocelot? You look like the description a friend gave me."
Alex glanced at the man and sighed. "Uhh, yeah." He said with a small tinge of worry.
The man nodded a few times and took a drink of his beverage. "Then I challenge you too a quick draw." He said sternly. "I'm the fastest in town and I would like to test my mettle against yours."
Alex gave a large groan and nodded. "Alright, but if I win you pay for all my drinks." He said standing.
The man grinned and shook Alex's hand. "Deal! Seeing you in action will be worth any pay." He said following Alex outside. The bartender set up 8 bottles on a wooden stand. "4 each. fastest time wins." he said stepping back.
The man nodded and prepared to fire. When called, he un-holstered his gun and shot all 4 bottles in as many seconds. 4 bottles burst into shards.
Alex nodded impressed and prepared his shot. When called, he un-holstered and fired 4 shots. in 2 seconds. Each bottle burst into shards, leaving the man speechless. Alex smiled. "Now how about my drinks?" He said laughing and heading in the bar.
Additional Information: Alex has an unnatural appetite for pastries, although his body doesn't show it. He also tends to drink in any bar he enters, but can hold a surprising amount before getting drunk.
Theme Song: