Post by moriarty on Aug 7, 2011 19:06:38 GMT
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] Dominic Moriarty |
| [atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is Dominic Moriarty, but you can call me Moriarty...JUST Moriarty. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm 26 years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a male. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a human...yeah, just a human, but you can keep that a secret for now. Why you would feel the need to keep it a secret is beyond me, but hey, I ain't judgin'. |
personality
[/size][/right]Moriarty, the Scots-Irish mercenary, is many things, a cynic, a smoker, a cocky bastard, a gunslinger, a rocker, a professional when needed, a sarcastic sonofabitch, but most of all, one helluva good time. Moriarty is the kind of guy you often meet in the back of some hole in the wall bar, flashing his long expired Department of Defense I.D. around for free drinks, and wooing the women with tales of his exploits. A little superficial? Perhaps. A little cocky? You better believe it. He's a man who has no fear, not out of bravado, but rather, he just ain't afraid of dying. "Aye, an I'll kick that grim reapers candy ass while I'm at it!" he'd tell you. Beneath this whiskey stained persona is indeed a professional when it comes to his job, and his moral code. Even the most convincing of anti-heroes have a code, and he is no exception. Respect, dignity, but above all, fortitude. You come at him with a tank? He'll come at you with his fists. Fight till your death...then fight some more if possible. All Moriarty could do was laugh when the existence of Vampires came into the light. "Somethin' else for folks to complain about, I figure." He'd never been one for segregation, and he wasn't about to start. "I don't mind 'em one bit. Matter 'a fact, the ones I've met are better conversation than most a you regular folk." Regardless of his feelings, he began loading his firearms with wood tipped rounds and silver hollowpoints. Because of course, you always have to be ready to shoot and kill anything. And killed a vampire or two he has... history
[/size][/right]Moriarty was an orphan for his early years, before eventually being adopted at the age of 9. His foster parents were you're stereotypical evangelical, white, suburban couple...and he hated them. If they weren't trying to force some sort of religious mumbo-jumbo down his throat, then it was some sort of speech about how "it's not okay to cheat the other kids out of their lunch money in dice." When he turned sixteen, he took off from his foster parents, yearning for adventure. Just before his 17th birthday, Moriarty lied about his age and joined the Army, where he quickly rose through the ranks to Sergeant. His luck ran short however, when he caught a bullet to the leg during the battle of Fallujah in 2004, resulting in a medical discharge. Jobless, frustrated, and still yearning for adventure, he took to traveling the world, going wherever life took him. During his travels, he became a notorious scam artist, in order to pay for his exploits. This makes following his past a bit murky, due to the menagerie of aliases and fake accounts he used. There's rumors of his name being seen on a roster for the French Foreign Legion, as well as a contractor for the CIA's Special Activities Division. All that's known for certain is that toward the end of the decade, he found his place as a hired gun, working as personal security for various employers, businessmen, political figures, celebrities, etc. His last job, the one that sent him on his way yet again, was the one where he first killed a vampire. Just after the vamps "came out of the coffin," he was contacted by a paranoid preacher, one of those big time Billy Graham, televangelist types. Apparently, this preacher was so terrified of vampires, that he needed a body guard to protect him. Now, Moriarty has nothing against those with fangs, but hey, a paycheck's a paycheck. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to Moriarty, the preacher was also violently addicted to V, and, naturally, had men who would kill and drain vampires to feed hi hungering addiction. It certainly explained why so many of the undead were trying to kill this guy. Moriarty was disgusted when he found out, knowing that he'd killed innocent (well, innocent enough) vampires to protect a lying, drug head, religious bigot. So naturally, the next time the preacher was attacked, Moriarty just kinda...looked the other way. And so once again, Dominic Moriarty was on the road, looking for the next big adventure...[/div][/td][td][/table]
role play sample |
Dutch's motto was always, "If it bleeds, I can kill it," but damn, these bastards didn't even bleed! He knew only that they were somewhat vulnerable to fire. The incendiary rounds he shot the one in the park with didn't kill him, but they did a number. Perhaps a larger caliber of bullet? He wondered if the old school Dracula movies had any truth to them. Garlic? Silver? He wasn't ruling anything out at this point.
He took another drag on his smoke. What was he getting himself into? An unknown war between two monsters was no place for a human. Truth be told, he'd never felt more vulnerable. But he wasn't gonna let Angel fight them alone. As silly as it sounded, he felt protective of her, and he'd die before he let one of those bloodsuckers, or anything else for that matter, lay a finger on her.[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] Mighty Mouse | 2+ | Jeremy Renner |
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