Background: He has no files. He leaves no DNA
evidence. No matter where he goes, no one can find a trace of him ever
being there. Some people think his tongue’s been cut out, because he never
speaks. Others think he’s got horrible scars covering all of his body,
because he wears the standard fare someone would expect from a Japanese
ninja flick. Indeed, his entire body’s covered from head to toe in black,
and even the hole left for his eyes is usually covered over with a pair of
sunglasses. There are very few people who actually know him, and a very
large number of them are dead, are in danger, or have merely disappeared.
They found out very quickly that it was dangerous to merely know him. One
of them, a strange gray-haired man in a business suit, heralded his coming
as ‘The First Favor.’ It was not obvious, as the heralding was small
chicken-scratch in a bar table that read ‘he who steers Fate shall come.’
As common knowledge should dictate, Fate does not like to be steered by
something as trivial as a single human being, and has no sympathy with
people who cause it to move in directions she hadn’t wanted to...
Character Personality World leaders. Priests. Doctors. Philosophers.
Lunatics. Bankers. Lawyers. Cooks. Janitors. Men. Women. Children. He has
no qualms about striking them all down. He is not a gun for hire, he does
not slay whom he is told to slay, he does not have a price. He only
eliminates those who appear to him as threats. He doesn’t speak, and those
lacking enough sense of mind who try to track him down and speak with him
find that he ignores them. Those people eventually get very angry at him,
for it takes an awful long time to track him down, and they do not like
wasting their time. They do not realize that he only pays attention to
those who will have a truly significant hand in the future. Pity the ones
with those roles he considers, for they shall be the next in his line of
fire.
Powers and Abilities
The Weapon
- Power: Projectile
Attack
- Level: Superior
- Advantage: Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance.
At first glace, people would like to
think he carries a katana or is trained in some showy martial art. On the
contrary, he doesn’t own a bladed weapon of any type, and if he’s been
trained in such an art, then he hasn’t ever needed to use it. All he uses
is a very large and very powerful sniper rifle. It takes is one very
well-placed shot, almost always to the head in his case, and something is
stopped. What is this something, you may ask? Is it the life of the
victim? Yes, of course he stops life, that’s a given. But it goes deeper
than that, you see...
The Proficiency
What is a
sniper if he is not a good shot? A gunman, that’s what. An average person
with a weapon in their hands. If they are pursuing a target, then they are
maniacs who let fly with a spray of bullets that only do harm. This is no
ordinary man. His shots have been flawless for the eternity he’s been
around. Had he been a government or freelance sniper, he would’ve been the
professional amongst the professionals, the wordless elite of the best of
a silent profession with precise skill that is held high amongst the
dreams of children and sharpshooters alike. No one knows where he gets his
bullets, but that’s a moot point. All of his shots are for the good of the
future.
The Escape
Generic snipers usually have
a flair for high places, areas where the sound of gunfire can be masked by
distance. This man does not care about positioning; he’ll hide himself
wherever he deems appropriate. Shrubs, trees, underground sewers,
anywhere. Urban legends hold that he has even had the gall to perform in
plain sight, where all could see him, yet not a one noticed. Then, once
all is done and the target is eliminated, he disappears as quickly as the
life he takes. Where he runs to, no one knows. All that have cursed his
name, even if he has a name, and sworn vengeance have been unsuccessful.
He is an elusive man.
The Sight
Now, a
mother gives birth to a child. When that child is five, he kills him off.
The mother grieves, and later gives birth to another child. Once again,
the child dies at his hands. Any experienced assassin would consider it a
waste of life, and just kill off the mother instead. But our sniper would
not do this. The mother is not a threat. The children are, or at least
they would be, had they been allowed to live. Nearly everyone who knows of
him thinks him to be a cold-blooded murderer. They don’t know that they
are truly wrong. He is a murderer of murderers. He strikes down
cold-blooded killers and psychopaths before they have the chance to become
cold-blooded killers and psychopaths. If Fate were a being, she would hate
the man. He’s constantly interfering with her plans, taking a piece of the
puzzle out and forcing another one in. He has no name to go with the dead
people he’s left lying dead at their doorstops. He is guided by visions,
and he does what he can to prevent what he sees from ever happening. What
does he see? What he sees is worse than anything he could possibly
accomplish. He has seen bloodbaths, holocausts, mindless destruction, all
of them at the hands of his targets. Of course, he stops them. He always
stops them. It’s inevitable. Once he has a vision, he gets his weapon,
finds a hiding place, and waits. He has the gift of sight, and it allows
him to see from a few seconds into the close future, or decades into a
distant fate ready to be altered by his bullets.
The Mastery of the Craft
- Power: Closed Mind
- Level: Superior
- Kit Power Link: Senshi
It was inevitable that a few
people would be made unhappy by his attempts at preventing evil from
occurring. Hundreds have cursed his name, promised to hunt him down and
kill him for striking down the ones they loved. But they never got the
chance. He has practiced too well. He has taken the lives of too many to
be caught now. It no longer phases him to take the life of the young,
though one must question if it bothered him at all. It does not bother him
that he is viewed as a perpetual villain, that he is seen as a source of
evil rather than as a method of prevention. He is eternally silent, never
using his voice for no need to talk, and wearing a mask to hide the single
expression he wears on his face at all times. Is it a steely countenance
he wears? Or is it something lighter? No, we are not sure. We will never
be sure, not for as long as he lives, however short that may be...
Immunity: Danger Sense
He sees what
tomorrow shall bring. That is his gift. For this gift, Fate has cursed him
for all the years, months, perhaps even days more that he should live.
But, there is a larger reason for why Fate hates him so, and that is
because she cannot see what he’s going to do next. She cannot see him
perched atop a skyscraper, aiming into the window of that hotel suite, or
hidden in the bushes of the park, patiently awaiting for someone to take
their morning walk, or peering out from the window, expecting another new
threat to appear... He is a threat in himself; a threat to Fate’s grand
scheme. But he does not care. He is here for the now and beyond, here to
stop the suffering of the present and of the future, even if it does mean
causing more suffering in the like...
The Reload
It’s usually
just one target at a time, you know. It’s not very commonplace to find
many threats in a single place. But it has happened before. His rifle
isn’t magazine-loaded, it’s a single-shot weapon. Every single bullet is
loaded individually. How then, did he manage to take down a smirking
family of five, all convinced that they were higher on the evolutionary
ladder than anybody else, and about ready to prove how expendable everyone
within a two-mile radius really was? Some think the bullets just appear in
the chamber, but they lie. None of them have even seen him up close.
Reloading has merely become another routine. He fires, reloads, and fires
again if need be. But, under no circumstances will there ever not be a
chambered round ready to split the space between a set of eyes. He is
always prepared for whatever threat may come.
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