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Character Sheet: The Sniper
A Member of Solo Operator

The Sniper
Designation: Hero
Played By: Enforcer
Kit: Senshi
Wins: 6
Fatalaties: 1
Losses: 3
Solo Operator

Physical Attributes

Strength: Standard (25)
normal human strength

  • Strength Attack Damage: Standard

Agility: Superior (50)
This fighter can dodge, weave and move with the grace of an Olympic gymnast.

Body: Standard (25)
normal human endurance

  • Knocked Out by: 1 unprotected Standard level hit
    or several lesser attacks adding to same.

Mind: Weak (10)
BELOW normal human mental power.

Fight Record

1) Dr. Lillia Win
2) Chance Ikkoshi Tie
3) Ian Fletcher Win
4) sad clown Win
5) Edward T. Gunner Win
6) Phobos/Deimos Win
7) Rika822: The Character Loss
8) The Recorder Win
9) Monster Mortal. Tie
10) OTO! Loss
11) The Clumsy Grenadier Loss


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

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.