Lord of Girth
|| THE BASICS ||
- Full name: Shawn Michael Winters
- Preferred Name: Shawn Winters
- Alias: Agent 51
- Titles: Rogue Agent
- Species: Near Human
- Race: Human, Suspected traits of other species.
- Homeworld: Courscant
- Faction(s): Independent
- Rank(s): Agent
- Class: Soldier, Assassin, Intelligence officer, Errand boy
- Master(s): None
- Padawan(s): None
- Force Sensitive: Possible, not likely
- Force Alignment: Lawful neutral
- Gender: Male
- Age: Twenty-six Galactic Standard years
- Height: Five foot nine inches
- Weight: 176 pounds
- Complexion: Caucasian
- Eye Color: Blue/green
- Hair Color: Brown mixed with some red
- Distinguishing Marks: A
- Voice Sample:
- Appearance description: Standing in average height, Shawn is a medium build with skills that are unparalleled in "standard humans. His calm but imposing voice can be heard as an authoritative figure, or speak with the last words you will ever hear. A face that can be tranquil, yet hide a fury that cannot be sedated. Hands capable of easily picking a lock, or being forceful to snap an individual's neck. A man, who is clearly capable, and not to be taken as an easy picking.
- Marital Status: Single
- Sexual Conduct: Heterosexual
- Languages: Galactic Basic (Fluent), Huttesse (understands), Rattataki (Speak, and understand)
- Occupation: Agent
- Residence: Lives in Nephilim Corvette, Has a simple apartment on Courscant
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|| STRENGTHS ||
- + Firearms: Shawn is well versed in firearms. Longest known firefight encountered was four days when fighting aboard a pirate ship. Longest sniper round to have a confirmed hit, and kill, is 1,657 meters. A sure shot, and against the average soldier, he is very difficult to take on.
- + Knife/CQC: Fighting in hand to hand combat is not difficult. Fighting is not all about punching the hardest. And Shawn has taken this to a science, and an art form. Fighting with a knife, elbow, fists, and even the butt of his gun are all viable options in a fight. Taking the phrase to heart, anything can be a weapon.
- + Intel Operative: Shawn is good at collecting intel. Stealth and deceit are tools that come with the job as an agent, assassin, and soldier. To be good at this, he is known for reading motives and can find himself finding the differences between false, and true motives, or intel.
- + Electronics: While some people still struggle to grasp the idea of a hologram, Shawn excels in using technology to his advantage. Slicing, hacking, coding, and the occasional password bypass are something he is good at overcoming. General electronics such as devices can easily be picked up on, to be used. Learning fast, and using it at the right time, are what is needed to have skills that shawn is capable of.
- + Cardio: Near the pinnacle of physical conditioning, Shawn pushes himself rigorously. He needs to be at the top physical condition to perform his duties, and tasks set before him. Considering he needs to keep his body healthy to withstand the punishment of having parts of his body replaced.
- +/- Electronic enhancements: Shawn is no ordinary human. From his elbow down, and his knees down, he has cybernetics that increase his physical strength, speed, and reaction time. Averaging 25kmph, and a strength of 136kgs, A punch from Shawn would result with 8,896 newtons of force. However, with all of these enhancements, EMP's can damage or hinder his limbs. An EMP Grenade would make him spasum for a few seconds, but anything larger would verylikely shut down his systems.
- +/- Lightning: Fast reactions due to his enhancements are great, allowing him to counter most hand to hand combat situations, and even changing direction in a dead sprint with little hindrance. However, this is because the electronic systems are fused with his nervous system. Any EMP would physically cause him pain. Frying his nervous system, and could very likely cause permanent damage.
- +/- Too good, for his own good: Skills aren't everything. Shawn can underestimate his opponents at times. He feels that he could easily take out standard humans, or even some force users with his skillset, and abilities. Taking for granted that even one stray swing, one single messup, could be his last and final choice. Hell, he could slip and fall in his bathtub and be killed, but survive a body count of thousands. Karma is a queen.
- +/- Personal Agenda: Not really on the top of his list, is getting other people into power. His Agenda comes above all else. Even if that means pissing off Jedi, Sith, Friends, and Foes alike. His ideals come first. Not much sways him from changing from his course.
- - No Carries Here: Working alone is not always the best. Sure, he gets the job done, but he doesn't do too well with others getting in his way. Hence why he works alone. He wont be held down by someone who can't keep up with him. If he can do it alone, then there is no need to have a team. He isn't opposed to working with people, it's just he judges that they will hang on him, rather than help push.
- - Genuine Ass: People piss him off. Idiots, and people who stand in his way make him an unhappy camper. He wont be kind. He wont hand out free gifts, or weapons or gear. He doesnt help others who can't or won't help him. In some cases, he has gone out of his way to make sure the person/people know that they lost him as an ally, or just cap 'em in the knees.
- - Forgotten Past: Shawn had parts of his past erased from his memory. Meaning there are holes and lapses in his past. He can remember playing with toy blasters as a child, and even eating his mother's food, but he doesn't know a lot. He doesn't even know why he had his memory erased, but he does know that it was because he had done something, he couldn't forgive himself for. Any questions about his father, mother, or childhood? Reading his files will tell you more information than he could.
- - Rogue/Renegade: After a fight with another agent who went Rogue, he decided that he would find Agent 47. and give him the justice, and revenge he deserves. What the fight was about? Nobody but those two know. If Shawn ever meets another agent, he doesn't trust them whatsoever. For this one fact that Agent 47 could be anyone.
- - Human: Man is vulnerable. He can still die. He can still be shot or stabbed in the chest. Cybernetics don't guarantee a long life. Honestly he has likely shortened his life exponentially by using such methods. A fall, even just a hard shove to his chest could send him to his inevitable death.
Life is like a bad TV show. it's all about the crappy stuff that happens in life, followed by nice breaks of happiness, which are the commercials. Right now, it's the main show. My life is a living hell. I have little to no memory of my past, and skills that would make any soldier the best one for their cause. Skills that make me a Nightmare. A fiend, and a Monster to people. I had parents. I had a family at one point, but that's all I know. Either I left them, they are dead, or they left me. And at this moment, I don't care which. As of this moment, I am a rogue agent. I go by many names. All forgotten except for one. Agent 51. It's my namesake. it's who I am.
I was Activated.
There are a set of plans in motion to create a galaxy where the strong survive, but to do that, all who stand in the way must be cleared. it's my job to do that. I am an agent bred for the purpose to create war. I was made to flush out all those who couldn't survive the harsh, despicable truth of nature. Man was of killing, breeding, eating, and scavenging. Those who did it best, lived the longest, but there would always be someone stronger coming around. Someone who always proved that they were better than the person before them. Hence why the Sith had it right. Those who could beat their masters, were the ones who continued in their legacy. The Jedi however, see the strength in numbers.
Groups of people forming together made it easier to survive, but you would still die. And that's how it was for myself and Agent 47. We had worked together. We were brothers in arms. Equals in the field. bringing forth carnage in was that Sith would get wet over. We were assassins, agents, vagabonds, and reneagades. Each step we took, lead us to a darker, and deeper path. it was on this path, that we quarreled. We fought. And it almost ended my life. We separated, and went our separate ways. However, I still want his ass. I want it on a silver platter for my next victim to eat. I want his pathetic life to end.
I want all of these damn idiots to understand that. Moving into my line of sight, will only get you filled with holes.
Stay out of my way, or you will end up on the floor.
No questions asked.