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Personal Info:
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Name: Quindaro R. Elmore
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
Alignment: Neutral
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Clan:
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Clan: N/A (Need Convincing until then a Soldier of Fortune)
Rank: N/A
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Appearance:
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Height: 5’ 11”
Skin/Fur/Scales, Etc.: White Skin
Eyes: Dark Blue
Looks: Usually wears a classy style of attire, usually wearing a white dress shirt along with black canvas pants and vest along with a black tie and a pair of leather combat boots. When out and about he may wear whatever suits his situation best usually sporting a field jacket or his medium cropped trench coat. When out he could be seen with brass laden vintage motorcycle goggles fitted with night vision capability and his headphones for when tuning into his hip tunes but also to listen in on radio traffic.
Extra: Regularly he carries a backpack that hauls around anything he could need in a bind, along with the space between his back and the pack, there is a cross rifle holster, allowing for him to carry two rifle class weapons. (He has many and carries a certain type for different situations.) Underneath his Field jacket he carries a pistol (Or two), a combat knife and anything else he may want or need to transport.
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Specialties:
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Hobbies/skills: Marksmanship, Advanced Engineering, playing an instrument, Athletics, and Basic Mixology (Bartending).
Strengths:
>Mental:
He is sharp minded and willful therefore he cannot be manipulated very easily, along with long term memory thanks to his studious nature.
>Physical:
He’s an above average and endurance build, allowing him to run far distances with little fatigue, his strength is above average, allowing him to carry a bit more.
Weaknesses: He often can hold his own against many kinds of opponent, but when outnumbered and in close quarters, he is at his most vulnerable, Oh and fire, fire hurts quite a bit.
Accessories: Motorcycle, Sniper (Of any kind), Assault rifle, Pistols, Knives, Nightvision/Binocular accessible goggles, Cloaking device, first aid kit, Tools w/Toolbelt, Coffee, Stein, and explosives, if called for.
Special abilities:
-Focus aim: While holding his breath, Quin’s perception of time slows drastically for a period of time, allowing him to line up a clear shot.
Attacks:
Stun, Shoot, Slash, Brutalize, Stab, Garrote
Combat style: A ranged style, he prefers to be farther from the action, but when encountered in close quarters, he feels comfortable, if odds are in his favor.
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Personality:
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Personality: Quindaro is a very mild person, he often is stoic and stern with anybody who he doesn’t know or trusts. When he’s with friends and close comrades, he’s often in a lighthearted mood that keeps a close hearth of warmth between all of them. When confronted by his enemies he emanates a cold attitude, often remaining silent even when addressed.
Likes: Mechanics, Music, Weaponry, Long walks, Taking in the scenery, The occasional cigarette, Coffee
Dislikes: Defeat, Extreme Insolence, Hackers, Rusty Gears
Fears: Being captured, Losing all senses for any amount of time
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Family:
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Parents: Unknown
Mate: None as of yet.
Offspring: None
Relative: Grandfather
Brothers/sisters: Unknown
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History: Quindaro Elmore, a young sniper who grew up under his grandfather’s care. At a young age, his grandfather made him an apprentice engineer over the years while in his care, teaching everything that could be taught. At the age of 18 Quin’s grandfather gave him his father’s old footlocker. Upon opening it, he found a bunch of things, a combat knife, two rows of ammo, a olive drab field jacket, an old nearly empty pack of cigarettes and a field journal, detailing everything his father had experienced while out with a recon unit. Not knowing what to make of it he asked his grandfather who told him that Quin’s father wanted him to have it when he was of age. Quin then tried to inquiry the whereabouts of his father, but his grandfather stopped him, and said that he had disappeared into the beyond of his own will. After that day he dedicated his time to his studies, his engineering, and his father’s documented work of the beyond. By the time he was 20 he joined a special operations group as a scouting sniper. After four years, he retired from the unit, and went on for the next two years doing independent work inside his shop, making connections with many vendors and shopkeepers and paid solo operations. Hoping one day he could gain information on his missing family, but knowing that he may find nothing. So he works further on to fuel his own way, no matter which way he sways.
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RP paragraph:
Quindaro wiped the sweat from his brow as he put his spanner back where it belonged on his toolbelt. Stepping back he looked at the bike he’d been working on for the past week. The bike’s exterior had a fresh coat of paint and was hanging above the engine and frame where Quin was working.
