Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2015 22:28:24 GMT -5
* Introductions *
Password 1: [ Kuroi's Shoes ]
Password 2: [ Midgets can't dunk ]
Type: [ Runner ]
Affiliation: [ Contract Killer ]
Rank: [ Mercenary ]
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>>> Profile Identification Report - Known to present Date:
Name: [ Unknown ] Canaan Marcos
Code Name: Forgotten Sentiments / Lingering Phantom
Real Age/Age of Appearance: [ 31 / 28 ]
Birthday (Month/Day): [ Unknown - 10 / 21 ]
Blood Type: [ O ]
RP Sample (Optional): [ Iraishin ]
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Suspect Description >>>
Height/Weight: [ 6'1" / 148 lbs. ]
Physical Description:
They say that a picture holds a thousand words, would the same be said if the painting itself were a human body? If so, then Canaan would be the best in depicting his past even though he will not say little to nothing about it. A stern cold facial expression is a constant, almost everlasting practically after the years of maintaining a stand alone operation for most of his life. The same can be said about his near monotone voice. Devoid of life and excitement to only be replaced by deep ragged soft spoken tone. To be honest, it is actually surprising to find that his voice was developed in such a manner, but it is to be expected, and does fit him more than what he had before.
Moving forward to the head, from first glance the two noticeable details are his scars and hairstyle. Firstly, his head is shaven, leaving a buzz cut or a formal military standard cut. Well trimmed along the edges to redefine the lines, which does speak of his military background, that and along with the large discolored scar that curves along the top of his scalp to his face. Lining the right side of the cranium to pass through his brow and right eye, the marking itself remains as a constant reminder of his past failings, which in turn became a learning experience. One of many that mark his frame and his bleak existence that lingers ever so faintly in the world. Not to say that the result had left him partially blind, oh no. Both bronze colored eyes retain their full vision with a set of fading brows hovering above them, leading up to the narrow slits of a trained killer. Battle hardened through several conflicts he had to undertake in a group, and as a one man army, Canaan took in the morals of such a lifestyle and was molded to become an ideal weapon.
Another scar curves along the left side of the face, just slightly over the ear and ending just a bit past crown of his nose. Two well rounded ears and a cracked rigged lip compliment the rest of the facial features if you can believe it. The man's face alone can paint several stories in which he tell alone aside from the rest of his body. As the eye adjusts to the man's entire body, reflecting a slender body frame. Ripped with lean muscle through his work experiences Canaan was molded to be an instrument of havoc and a harbinger of war. Looking at the man bare, a well toned sculptured chest riddled with gashes and scars that are similar to the ones scattered on his head.
Somewhat like an art form in of itself really. Although the muscles and tissue have healed, the after effects of being ill treated and constantly moving around with the injuries have left their marks on Canaan's body. To him they serve as trophies, life lessons, and the bitterness of loss. Each one with their own purpose that will plague his existence as they had scarred his very soul. Hands stained with the soot of explosive powder, rough and stiff like stone. Like shaking hands with the iron giant himself. If one were to examine his forearms, then one can easily notice the several sealed blade cuts. Geez, like really, what has he not gone through already? Even the lumps on the sides of his biceps have a story to them. And no, they are not cancerous either, just sores from endurance training.
Call fortunate or just plain lucky that he managed to survive after the countless times that he strove off the presence of death, only to formulate a single answer to life's cruel endeavors. Which all the more reason why he continued to pursue the blood soaked path that brought him nothing but ruin. Down below, his legs are a matching set to what was already revealed. Gunshot wounds through the thighs along with a scab located to the side of the left leg from a scorching fire. While his body has been shredded and repaired countless times, either through self healing or professional help, Canaan's body lives up as a monument to his fallen peers and to the life that he lives, but surprisingly enough, does it really mean that his objective is clear as the sky or could it be shrouded beneath the years of pain and torment. Who knows really since actually seeing what he truly looks like is a rare sight of itself.
Now, why is it a rare sight? Well, that nature was scribed through the experiences that he had to endure. To never reveal what lies beneath, to trust only in yourself, and to take life into your own hands. To add on to his appearance, well, more to the reason why he has received his Code Names is the ragged attire that he dons. To start off with, a tattered worn out gray tank top covers most of his torso with a black tactical thermal long sleeve shirt. Both sleeves reach to about the wrists which from there the military grade gloves cover up the hands. Double strapped and weaved together with carbon fiber to reinforce the soft synthetic material inside. A key design for a fire and cut resistant glove.
Just as any military gun ho enthusiast would prefer, the faded gray cameo tactical pants is the way to go. The usefulness of the several side pockets aside from the regular two can hold several cartridges and clips for guns, first aid, and the essential supplies to scout out any target or to survive. That and the survivors pack tied around his waistline with six built in pockets for added overhaul, and a large in the center to hold an extra load of supplies or materials if need be. Tied together to the two belts that fasten the cameo pants around the hips and back around toward the front, they hold onto the body without bulging too much to avoid discomfort. Good thing for the fasteners.
Tactical steel toe combat boots, truly the best means to move about in a combat situation. An actual steel plating that forms the inner frame of the boots while concealed within the same carbon fiber used for the gloves. Except for the soles of the boots, which are reinforced with a second layer of steel plating to help guard against penetration and keeps water and other foreign materials from entering. Not to say that it adds on to the overall weight to the boots, but a trained soldier wouldn't mind it since due to the strenuous training methods that must be done on a daily basis. You live as you train and train as you live. The carbon material displays in a black sheen, pretty good while concealing oneself in the dark.
The only accessory that Canaan dons is the combat harness that is wrapped around his pits and underside of his chest. A total of four clips spread across the harness with two covering the front with the last two on the rear. To attach a flash light, a retractable baton, or some gun clips or magazines. Hell, even explosive gel as well. However, regardless of what is worn, his true symbol comes from what is worn over his face.
As a single piece, the uniform conceals Canaan's tanned skinned and the markings that riddle his body. But beyond that, there is another layer that shrouds his figure, and that is the tattered ash colored cloak. A simple design, with a hood that covers the head, and the length of the cloak falls to the man's ankles and wraps around the entire body. A series of three buttons clip the two separate sides into one piece where the collar would be located. There are no designs to the cloak itself in order to keep its vague dark appearance. However, it is the face piece that receives most recognition from what the investigators were able to piece together from the few eye witness accounts.
The mask. A blend of both what resembled a Hollow's and a gas mask. Eyes that flare a blood red light, shined to a pure white surface, sculpted edges to frame the cheeks arch way of the forehead and scalp, and pieced together with four narrow slits above the mouth to allow the warm steam to escape. Two black gem like bulbs blended into the cheek bones to filter, hold, and recycle air to limit the exposure to the outside world. A pair of straps that tighten the mask from behind to make it skin tight against the wearer's face. Covering the entire frontal area of the head Canaan can move around without the fear of the mask falling off while protecting his identity and face. In order to complete the entire false existence that was created, a small micro chip had been installed inside the lower region of the mask, the chin to be exact, to strap a cord around the throat to scramble the users voice and alter it to a deeper disembodied tone.
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