Name: Jack Wulf

Age: 25

Birthday: December 21

Gender: male

Race: human

Nationality: Drachman

Height: 6'

Weight: 180 lbs

Eyes: blue

Hair Color: black

Hair Style: cropped short

Identifying marks: 4 black automail limbs, and the masks he wears

Astrological sign: Sagittarius

Garb: black chest plate, red hood, and mask looks like this:

Weapons: twin curved daggers, a set of throwing knives or just about any blade he can get his hands on

Other equipment: rope (one can never have enough rope)
Transportation: anything he can get his hands on
family: none they are all dead by his own hands

History: born in Drachma, Jack grew up alone and unwanted. he was sold by his family to a nearby underground arena at the age of ten. the arena became his life, he became strong because only the strong survived, he became merciless because only the merciless survive, and he became crual because that's what was needed to see the next day. By the age of 16 he was the most popular fighter in the arena. in a fight at the age of 18 he had won but had lost all four limbs and had them replaced by cheap automail. the night when he awoke he painted them black bought a black chest piece and in the dead of the night he strode into the owner's room and slaughtered everyone inside. He caught the first train into Central City, where he has lived and worked as a serial killer/bounty hunter.


Roleplay Sample

It was a beutiful day in Central city, the military was mostly working, the marketplace was busy and the sky was clear and a bright blue. in seedy section of town on a roof top two men stood one stood at the edge daggling the second over the edge by his neck. the hanging man looked at the other and said in a breathless voice "W-wh-y?"
Jack looked at the man and reply "because I was paid too." he leaned in close and whispered in the other man's ear "And because you piss me off."
The man looked at jack in horror and confusion "W-who?"
Jack tilted his head and smiled even though his smile was hidden by the mask "your son. He wanted your money and couldn't wait for you to die off to take it for himself."
Jack held the poor man over the edge again. the man with his feet dangling over the edge said "mercy?"
Jack let go and turned around and strated to walk away "sorry all out of mercy." as he reached the stairs he heard the meaty thud of the poor nameless man hitting the ground. he entered the elevator and saw the butchered remains of the one person who had seen him enter the building with the pile of gore on the street. As the elevator lower he hummed a tuneless song while standing in the pool of blood.