Post by Agent Nebraska on Jun 7, 2012 4:01:12 GMT -8
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THE PLAYER
Main Account: BigDuo
Other Characters: Big 0------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHO ARE YOU?
Name: Tillian Christoph Hartmann [Freelancer Agent Nebraska]
Nicknames: Till, Nebraska, Agent N
Age: 29
Gender: male
Route: Straight
Status: In search of a team------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE DETAILS
Agent Nebraska/Till without his armor-Similar to most people from the state of Nebraska, Agent Nebraska has German heritage and upbringings. Starting from the head and going down to his feet, Nebraska stands around 6 foot 2 inches without his armor, and 6 foot 5 inches while in his armor. Without his armor on it's obvious of his German heritage, his raven black hair that is beginning to pre-maturely gray in areas, and his pale green eyes that accent his rugged charm. Nebraska similar to the other Freelancers is fit and has an athletic build, but nothing in terms of being a body builder. Nebraska is has strong bone structure supporting his broad shoulders and large frame, both of his arms are toned however due to the heavy lifting he does routinely, his chest is adorned with finally toned but not over toned pectorals, that lead into a flat stomach. Nebraska's legs are finally toned and muscled to accommodate his large frame. Also adorning his figure are several battle scars and burns from previous battles. While in his Mark V MJOLNIR battle armor, Agent Nebraska's presence is known due to his unique suit of armor, the inner mesh of the suit is lined with a heat resistant material, whereas his outer armor is plated with a dark alloy appearing black. His visor is colored red to pay homage to all of those that have died in combat. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH
Likes:
- To watch others argue, it makes him laugh
- To be in the middle of a fight, bombs falling and all hell breaking loose
- FIRE!, he is a pyromaniac
- Being around women(even though he can be socially awkward around them)
- Doing all the work
Dislikes:
- Being wet, he can't swim well
- Being yelled at, or being ordered around by someone he don't like/respect
- Any comments on his graying hair
- His own temper
- Seeing others he knows in pain
Personality: How would you describe the psyche of a man who can't stand authority from other male figures, has a horrible temper with the muscle to back it up, and an insane love of brutally painful challenges. Nebraska can be shy around girls due to his lack of experience being near them, also that he takes his job rather seriously due to his dark and untold past. Nebraska can be viewed as a guy that will do what needs to be done, and if he is told to attack the wall, the wall better watch out(actually Nebraska better watch out, that wall is reinforced with....ouch that's gotta hurt.) Nebraska also doesn't do well under pressure form his peers, and he can't stand it when someone is angry at him and to make things even more complicated, he doesn't like being criticized. In a way he has a bad case of being bi-polar/ a walking contradiction. Even with so much against him, he can have his intelligent moments with the occasional good idea.
Strengths: Nebraska will follow the orders issued to him, he is well built for being in the battle field and being able to take a lot of punishment, due to him training his body to be able to endure massive amounts of pain. His ability to adapt in times of peril and his unfaltering determination to the survival of his squad and accomplishing the mission no matter the cost.
Weaknesses: Obviously his temper, once he gives into it his entire brain shuts down, which makes him an easy target. His love for fire and explosions has led to many accidents where he was in trouble by law. Nebraska also has a thing for women with red hair or blonde hair, he doesn't know why, but he is a sucker for it(Yes that's a weakness.) Nebraska also has a hard time dealing with losing, and with puzzles, really anything requiring a lot of brain power isn't going to please him. He can't stand being around other men who have greater authority over him(which is most of the time) or when someone mentions something from his past or about his parents.------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE SKELETONS IN YOUR CLOSET
Family: Nebraska's father was murdered by his mother for the very reason of wanting her son to grow up alone, in hopes he would become tougher from living on the streets. His mother was kinda crazy from her military service, and had a serious authority issue that originated from her father. However there are no existing records of any of his family members being alive at the moment.
History: Nebraska grew up in the tattered alley ways of the city of Detroit(which is where he fled after he witnessed his father's death.) While growing up, Nebraska learned quickly that the biggest and baddest kid on the block trumps everyone else. He continued this way of living until he was 17 when an estranged women paid him a visit, after that night Nebraska hiked back to his hometown from which he fled from so long ago with dreaded hatred in his heart and burned his childhood home to the ground. From that day on, Nebraska joined the military and straightened out his life serving his maximum service period officially, afterwords he then returned to his home in Nebraska, and once again set fire to the area where his father was murdered, as he watched the newly constructed house burn to the ground, it was then that Nebraska decided his purpose was to be fighting, thus where he is today. Even with his past always haunting him, and even with the horrid things he did while he grew up, Agent Nebraska tries to never allow those things bother him, while he's in armor.------------------------------------------------------------------------------IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?
Extra:------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME-The blazing rays from the passing star known as the Sun was just beginning to rest on the horizon of the once blazing hot desert that was now entering a state of freezing cold. The dreaded silence that normally filled the stale air of this barren land was being disturbed by the iconic snorts and growls originating from the body of a rustic 1973 Plymouth Road-Runner, the engine containing 400 cubic inches of raw power displacing 420 horsepower and nearly 500 foot pounds of torque. The blazing warm rubber that wrapped the vintage 5 spoke aluminum wheels were clearly taking a tole not being designed to handle this amount of power during an extended period of time. The driver, his face worn from ages of battle and old heart aches, the smell of Captain Morgan mixed with Vodka filled the air in the cabin of the car, and blood shot eyes of the driver who had recently just witnessed another inferno of his birth home, the feeling of regret and grief turned to tears of fire that dripped from his dilated pupils, the tears dropping to a blood soaked shirt.
As the car roared through the desert, it seemed as if the desert creatures wept with the driver in his infinite sorrow, however the sorrow was ended when a singular drone swooped done upon the rumbling relic, causing it to be torn into two pieces, the drone was an 11 foot tall mechanized warrior bearing a purple emblem on its chest. The driver quickly snapped from his drunken sorrow and turned into a drunken rage, as the relic was flung into two piles, the driver lunged from his seat through the front wind screen, shattering what was left of the old glass and piercing himself with shards the size of 1 inch and smaller. He landed curled into a ball into the dust of the desert landscape, a lone flame on his shoulder accompianed him, as he tried to gather his balance to stand, the drone continued to tear away at the car, till it found a suit of specialized power armor and a bottle of gin. The drone began to dance happily thinking it found it's target, however starring it down was it's target. low and rumbling words in a germanic tongue left his mouth, "Hands off my shit, dirt bag, you may stand a good bit taller than me, but you wrecked my ride, and now its now time for you to pay for the damaged."
...After a rather quick battle, the driver had decapitated the head of the drone, by using his 'Father's Sword'(sword from Conan the Barbarian)....
In the end the drunken driver mellowed his drunken rage into a peace filled smile, a large cigar in mouth, a nice pit fire from the drone, and in a final rumble, the driver yelled to the havens, "What'd you expect, I'm Agent mutha fugging NEBRASKA!" then he noticed the flame on his left shoulder, and wigged out as it singed his hair. -
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