Post by claus on Feb 13, 2010 16:56:24 GMT -7
† Claus - Tiberious - Siber †
†The Ugly†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Claus Tiberious Siber
Nicknames: “The Ugly”
Gender:Male
Race: Vampire
Age: 124
Age they appear: Appears to be in his early 30s
Occupation: Gun For Hire/ Chef
Orientation: Straight
Health Problems: None worth mentioning.
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
Claus was born in london on it’s hard streets, he’s had way more than his share of difficulties, and it’s cold sense of justice has molded his mind to a very particular form.
He has all the instances of a typical gangster, cunning, rutheless, intelligent, and knoweldgeable in a surprisingly wide arry of subjects. His sense of humor has often been called ‘the absolute worst thing about him’, as it is infinitely dark, and found funny to a very select few. He can be quite cruel when the moment calls for it, or if it’s a bad day for him, but on the flip side, he can be witty and charming at the drop of a dime. He loves to be in the company of women, but only the kind that suit his fancy.
Claus is not your average brute, while he is quite strong, and known for being the muscle in dangerous situations, he is also quite knowledgeable, and imaginative. The worst thing you can do is underestimate his intelligence, as his mind normaly gets him out of more situations than his strength.
He is a bit of a loner at times, he’s worked on his own for the past 50 years or so, and gets along just fine, however he is looking for a spot in Izan, missing the comfort of working in a large group of allies. He has been everything from a hitman to a chef, and every back handed and dirty job inbetween that’s involved someone being killed.
The nickname ‘The Ugly’ was branded on him for his actions in combat. He’s known for his absolute absence of mercy. He murders without a thought, and needs very little incentive to put bullets into you or break your jaw over a curb.
Likes:
† Scotch
† Guns
† Girls
† Cooking
† Jokes (his kind of jokes that is)
Hates:
† Bleeding hearts
† People who expect him to be unintelligent.
† Snitches
† People who are overly sensitive
† Whoreish women
Talents:
† Cooking
† Good aim with a pistol (not as much with machine guns or anything like that)
† Verywell versed in mele combat
† Quick thinker
† Creative
Habits:
† runs his tounge over his his teeth when he’s thinking
† taps his fingers when he’s getting mad
† Cooks when he’s upset
† Fiddles with his lighter when he’s nervous.
† Smokes when he’s bored
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Pale white
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye Color: Light brown
Build: Muscular and well defined, bordering a heavy build, but refers to it as a medium build.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos:No piercings or scars, but one tattoo across his back on his upper shoulders reading ‘the Ugly’.
Choice of Clothing: On a job he wears whatever he thinks will help aid him on a mission, perfering functionality over fashion, but out of work he loves to wear a suit, his closets are constantly littered with them. (note: carries holsters and sheaths on his body at almost all times for any situation)
Wolf Appearance: (only required for werewolf characters)
Other:Tall at 6’4”, with long arms, he’s made for fighting.
† History †
History: Born in london on may 20th 2072, Claus was born the child of a cruel back hander small time crook named Ronny Siber. His childhood was laced with whippings and shouting, Claus spent most of his time away from home, around the streets, becoming familiar with London’s nooks and crannies at a very early age.
Claus took after his father in the respect that he would turn to crime to sustain himself, especialy when he was thrown out of his house at the age of 15. He began robbing liquor stores and selling drugs at an early age, dropping out of school after his freshman year of highschool. Claus lived a very dirty lifestyle, always barley getting by, many times sleeping on the streets. It wasn’t until he was 19 that Claus found what he had a knack for:
Claus was very good at killing people.
This discovery was made when he stumbled upon a man with a bullet in his arm, staggering down a dark alley. The man promised Claus a large sum of money if he killed the man who was chasing him. Claus obeyed, desperate for cash, beating the man’s attacker with an old crow bar.
The man he’d saved was a Mafia higher up named Ginny. He and Claus became friends quite quickly, he became a sort of father figure for Claus, teaching him how to weild a gun, as well as how to fight. He payed Claus to kill a few of their people, making him a bit like a garbage man, killing the scum of London, hired by the Mafia. Before he knew it, Claus was a well known hitman.
This was where Claus differed from his father. Claus wouldn’t be a small time crook. He would be an expensive, and well trained, killer. Claus became very good at what he did, working out regularly, he was surprised at how quickly his body grew, and how easily his mind sharpened to meet his new occupation.
But all good things must come to an end, and Claus met his when he was thrown into prison, ratted out by Ginny so that the fat bastard could save his own skin. Claus was going to spend the rest of his life in a prison. And that was unexceptable. Claus spent maybe two months before he busted out.
Claus fled to brazil. It was here that he had his transformation into a vampire, given to him by another vampire that sought to take his life when he was wandering the streets of a small village. Claus had barely escpaed with his life, but almost instantly went into spasms of pain through the transformation.
Claus adapted to his new lifetyle quickly after the initial shock of it all passed over. He had all the facts explained to him by the vampire that had attempted to feed off of him, transforming him in the process. Claus found a lot of spare time on his hands, realising that he was now as close to an immortal as one could get, he was in no rush to do anything. He rediscovered his love for reading, edjucating himself with books, training his body to be faster and stronger than ever before, until he was an absolute beast of a man.
Soon Claus became known for his skills as a killer. He was a hitman of a high class, killing efficently and without mercy. However he was forced to flee South America when he made enemies of the wrong sort with the government in brazil, chile, and countless other places. So now the question was this: where to now? He wouldn’t go to America, such a place was unsafe for him, and central Amercia was just as bad. So why not go home? He’d heard of all the recent activity with werewolves and vampires in London, it was about time he returned home and see how everyone was doing.
Mother/Father: Linsey and Ronny Siber
Siblings: None
Offspring: Probobly a few, although none that he realy knows.
Other:
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Several men sat in a hotel room in Santiago, Chile, in the executive suite. Three of the men where in ratty Tshirts and jeans, one was in an expensive black and white suit, and another wearing only an even more expensive designer fur coat, and boxers. The man in the nice coat was known only as ‘Sonny’, a mole for the FBI responsible for the deaths and arrests of many officials in a well known drug syndicate operating out of Venezuela. The men in shirts and jeans where the Lopez brothers, little known hired mercenaries, more muscle than anything else. The final man was Blank. A mysterious mercenary known for dealing in protection deals, his real name was not known, so he always left any signature sheet or name block empty, hence the name Blank.
Everyone in the room was nervous except for Blank, Blank was the only calm, cool, and controled force in the room. The Lopez brothers knew they where small time, and their only feeling of security lay in Blank, firmly believing that as long as he was around, they’d be okay. Sonny was trying as hard as he could to be confident that he’d survive the night, especialy with these four guarding him, however it was difficult, even more so when he knew that one of the most dangeorus hitmen in south america was gunning for him.
The silence was broken in the room for the first time in several hours with room service knocked on the door. Blank quickly checked the man, and then the tray of drinks he’d brought to make sure that they where safe. The drinks had been complements of the house, and that alone was more than enough to make Blank suspicious. He checked over the tray, looking for bombs, detonation devices, or any sign that the bottle of drink had been tampered with. Although there was realy no way to know if it was poisoned or not. He quickly advised everyone in the room not to drink anything, despite the fact that they realy needed a drink.
The suit clad man walked back to the center of the room, heading for his chair near the sofa. The usher whod brought the tray of drinks had a bill for Sonny. He handed it to him, as well as a pen, sonny turned his back to sign the paper, reading it over quickly he looked up for the usher, surprised to see he was suddenly gone, he shrugged and decided to sign the bill anyways. He clicked the pen.
And then everything went to hell.
The pen was a detonator, the second he pushed in the button, the very small bomb that the Usher had slid into Blank’s coat pocket went off, sending slippery flesh and expensive suite shreds everywhere. And if the four where nervous with Blank alive, imagine their reaction when he turned into a bloody piece of couch.
Suddenly the usher was back with a silenced mac 11. He let out a quick spray, the silencer coughing bullets into the first two lopez brothers. He dropped it when it was empty and drew a 9 mil browning. Firing it at the third brother as he began to make a run for it, stopping him in his tracks. The man turned to Sonny, who was reduced to a sniveling pile of filth laying against the wall.
“I swear to god if you pull that trigger you’ll have the who-“
Oops. Trigger was pulled. Blood. Brains. Squish. The whole shebang.
Next the usher took pictures of all the bodies and then walked out the door and down the elevator. The fanged usher with black eyes whistled a light tune to himself as he returned to the lobby. Jobs with freaks like these where too easy.
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