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King of the Castle - Lopatino (Melee only - OOC Event)
TODAY - 2018-02-20 00:00:00 (server time) - Starts in 17 hours, 43 minutes
Deacon Bennet
Character information
  1. Mental
    Serious
  2. Morale
    Man with a purpose
  3. Date of birth
    1990-07-17 (27 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Portsmouth, Kentucky
  5. Nationality
    American
  6. Ethnicity
    White
  7. Languages
    English
  8. Relationship
    N/A
  9. Family
    Kate Bennet-Sister, Ronald Bennet-Brother
  10. Religion
    Christian

Description

  1. Height
    182 cm
  2. Weight
    102 kg
  3. Build
    Muscular
  4. Hair
    Long brown
  5. Eyes
    Green
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    Long beard on his face, multiple tattoos, having different meanings, his most noticeable one would be the long tribal sleeve on his right arm, as well as a skull on his chest, the words fear no one on his left forearm, and a memorial tattoo covering his entire back in remembrance of his parents.
  8. Equipment
    Deacon usually can be found sporting either an M4 carbine, or a hunting rifle of some sorts, being a good tracker and bounty hunter he has most of the supplies he would need, a hunting knife strapped to his belt, animal calls, a fur pelt he keeps for good luck, given to him by his father, and always has a rabbits foot he keeps in his pocket.
  9. Occupation
    Bounty Hunter
  10. Affiliation
    Bennet Brothers.
  11. Role
    Little brother.

Background

Well the name's Deacon, Deacon Bennet, my parents were what they liked to call, 'retrievers' if you would.  Just a fancy word for bounty hunters.  They couldn't afford much through their way of life, and weren't all that well known, so we made do with what they could afford.  One night pa told Ronnie and I that they were going to go bring a big bad guy to justice, and told Ronnie to watch after me......  They never came back from that hunt, the police wouldn't tell us what happened, but we weren't stupid, they were shot and killed by their target.  Years down the road Ronnie and I started to hunt in their honor.  I was twenty-two when we first started to hunt bounties.  It's been five years now, and we got this job through the grapevine, heard some druglord/kingpin type feller had been screwed over by some punk dude or some shit.  The man offering us this bounty was a man named El Carlito, the job was simple, find this asshole who shipped off in his yacht to flee the country, and bring him back in one piece.  We left later that day on a plane, we were told it was 'first-class', bullshit.  It was the cheapest pilot Carlito could buy, a man named Marty Carthride, some hippie lookin' weird bastard with a strange mustache, he smelled like onions, and couldn't fly worth a shit, we landed in Chernarus due to the hostilities with the Chernorussians and the Russians, had to check our passports and identification and all that shit.  Carthride was refueling the plane, when we were attacked.  Some sort of 'rabies' or somethin', so now were here, travel has been blocked off, and we're fuckin' stuck.  Looks like we may or may not have luck findin' our target, but one thing we do know, is that we WILL survive.

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Mademoiselle

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1 hour ago, Pinkerton said:

Let's rock n' roll, brother. *Yee-haws internally*

You sicken me Pink.

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Keira

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Ezzzzzra

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