NAME: James Fraust
WEIGHT & HEIGHT: 6'2 & 190lbs
HAIR COLOR & EYE COLOR: Silver and red.
Nixon Landlock backpack in black, 4 16 round double-stack .45 ACP magazines, one carton Djarum Black cigarettes, Mercedes-Benz Zippo, Truefire Stalker three-finger release, 30 carbon fibre arrow shafts, 30 Magnus Bullhead Broadhead arrow points, bow sling, 4 MREs, hip holster, 32 oz. water bottle.
Weapon Name & Type: Diamond Iceman, compound bow.
Location on Body: Slung over shoulder.
Modifications: 30 arrow quiver attached to right side of bow.
Weapon Name and Type: Springfield 1911 Custom.
Caliber: .45 ACP
Location on body: Hip holster.
Modifications: Long slide, double-stack grip.
MELEE WEAPON: HK Ally
Weapon Type: Folding knife.
Location on Body: Clipped to belt, right side.
DATE OF BIRTH: September 1st, 1981.
FAMILY: Xanaville Fraust (Grandfather.)
PERSONALITY PROFILE: Personality varies due to situation. He can be level-headed,thinking clearly as to what do to to complete what he needs to do. Other times he can be joking, somewhat comedic and laid back. In a normal day to day situation, like his normal, most usual mood would be antisocial, quiet, but always observant. He doesn't care much for people, and if anyone were to see, they'd know he hates the undead. Take these traits, and add a splash of PTSD, and he could be the best or the worst person to have on your team.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: An albino. To be more specific, a man with oculocutaneous albinism type 1b, which allows him to develop pigment. In this case, pigment has developed in his skin, and a small amount in his hair, given his hair a silver sheen due to the blended light grey and white strands. His eyes are red, and due to his condition, not very good at seeing, at least unaided, hence his frameless glasses. He stands at a somewhat normal height, at 6'2, with a build barely above average, with a weight of 190lbs. His hair is not short, but not excessively long, either, going just below his earlobes.
MEDICAL HISTORY: Due to his line in SF work, he has had most bones in his body broken at least once, various gunshot wounds, cut marks, and in one instance, even exposure to VX.
SCARS: Small scar on left cheek (bullet graze, Saudi Arabia) scar on left bicep (compound fracture of the humerous, Northern Siberia.) several scars on his upper torso (multiple compound fractures of the ribs, Northern Siberia.) multiple gunshot wounds of the abdomen (firefight, Rocky Mountains.)
A black Hilux came off the highway, leaving the scent of french fries in it's wake. The driver looked at the instruments. Everything looked in order, except for the oil pressure, setting on the pin at 0. He needed to find some motor oil soon, or...
The truck began making a ungodly rattling as steam began to rise out of the engine bay between the hood and the body. The driver just stepped on the clutch, and waiting for the truck to stop, the steam now beginning to hinder his view. He pressed the release on the seat belt, then breaking glass. He felt the seatbelt tug against his hand and arm as it locked, but he didn't feel his head impact the steering wheel.
He slowly came to. He couldn't have been out for too long, the engine was still steaming. He looked at the floor of the passenger seat. He sighed as he saw his backpack on the floor. He moved the backpack, "Shit."
Seeing his 10 spare arrows, the shafts broken, the blades of the heads snapped. It was a lost cause. He reached over and unbuckled the passenger seat belt which held the bow in place. He picked up his bow and backpack then opened the door, stepping out of the vehicle.
He opened the top pocket of his backpack, reaching in and pulling out his release. He strapped the velcro strap around his wrist then put on the backpack. He held the bow in his left hand, 30 arrows on the side, each arrow having three blades extending out from the edges at the head of the arrow. He pulled an arrow from the quiver, knocking it then putting his release on the loop of the drawstring. He looked around, then took a step. He saw a blue spark on the ground, followed shortly by a gunshot. He began running, keeping his bow ready. He kicked open the door of a diner and raised his bow, scanning the area.
((OOC, I know vehicles weren't allowed, by I was given permission by Frallon to use it only in this post if I make it undriveable. Just clearing this up.))