General Information
Full Name: Darius Hendelson Scrawl
Title: Captain of Diamond Team
Monikers: Kaputan; Diamond 1; Diamond Dog; the Hound of Crowns; Bloodletter; the Beast of the Ohio River Valley; the New York City Thumper; the Miami Serpent;
Birthdate: 10 August 1971
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Bloodtype: B+
Bloodline: Scrawl
Race: Human
Occupation: Maestic 12 Operative
Orientation: Bisexual
Physical Information
Apparent Age: 26
Voice: An even baritone
Overall Attractiveness: A
Eye Color: Dull Grey
Glasses or Contacts: Neither
Hair Color: Black
Hairstyle: Sleek combover
Weight: 215 lbs
Height: 6'2
Skin Tone: Caucasian
Dominant Feature
There are numerous bruises, scrapes, scratches, cuts, and scars all over his body. This is in addition to tattoos that cover his back arms and hands. There's only one tattoo on his front and that's a target over his heart. Everything else represents the numerous tours he's been on all depicted in tribal-style art.
Appearal / Armour
Fighting Style
Hand-to-Hand Technique[s]: Jiu-jitsu, Boxing, Grapple-n-Throw, Dogfighting
Bladed Technique[s]: Arnis
Bludgeon Technique[s]: N/A
Firearms Proficiency: Rifles, Pistols
Ordnance Proficiency: Launchers, Grenades, Plastic Explosives
Weapons
➟ Colt ACR /w x2 scope, foregrip, & extended magazines (Rifle)
➟ Kimber Custom (Pistol)
➟ x2 Combat Knives
➟ x4 M67 Grenades
➟ x4 M15 WP Greandes
Equipment
➟ Tactical Vest fit with extra magazines and quick-fix survival gear
➟ A travel-size military backpack customized and fitted to reliably sustain him for extended stays in the field
➟ A COMSAT PDA linked directly with MJ-12 command, getting live updates from anywhere
➟ x2 Ear pieces, the left ear is for the squad while the right is for command or any third-party
➟ A pack of cigarettes and a lighter
Persona
Favorites
Color: Light Blue
Music: Hard Rock, Classical, Metal, Blues, Jazz
Literature: Autobiographies, Biographies
Expression: "Well ain't that a kick in the head.."
Curse: "What the fuck..?"
Mode of Transportation: ATV
Habits
Drinking: Habitual
Smoking: One pack a day
Mannerisms: He often scratches his beard out of habit, he'll lean on anything so long as it supports him, he taps his foot at irregular intervals
Optimist or Pessimist? Grim Optimist
Introvert or Extrovert? Introvert
Logical or Emotional? Coldly Logical
Business or Pleasure? Business
Confident? Yes.
Animal Lover? Yes
Greatest Strength
Unflinching and unyielding stoicism in the face of absolute peril
Greatest Weakness
His unwillingness to change his old habits and ways
Major Priority
Finding the cure
Philosophy
He thinks that man is the architect of his own demise, but has the ability to build himself anew.
Pressure Point: The lost of his wife and kids
Is this obvious? No
Most comfortable when among his squaddies
Least comfortable when alone and deep in a red zone
Religion: Christian
Political Affiliation: Authoritative Free-Thinking Conservative[/INDENT]
Background
Familial Relations
Mother: Sherry Ulora Thomas | Relations with: Very good, now deceased
Father: Dominic Fernado Scrawl | Relations with: Very good, now deceased
Spouse: Rebecca Hamlin Scrawl | Relations with: Cherished, now deceased
Brother(s): Michael Yaven Scrawl, Daniel Billow Scrawl
Relations with: Very good, now missing; horrible, now deceased
Sister(s): Mandy Hillcliff Scrawl
Relations with: Not so good, now missing
Type of childhood: He had a rough upbringing with him being the child to be on the receiving end of sibling abuse. He was abandoned multiple times, and had to fend for himself on several instances. He lived a good chunk of his preteens on the streets, fighting other kids in the neighboorhood. Got caught by the law several times, but thanks to his father's strings he didn't suffer any real consequences.
First Memory: Being picked up by his mother and seeing her smile
Education: High school, College, ROTC, Boot Camp, Officer's Academy
Brief Biography
As mentioned before, Darius had a troubled upbringing. He was among the neighborhood hoodlums duking it out with the other thugs, but that changed when his father sent him to a boot camp to "get him straight." It did, and the resulting teen was an obedient killing machine capable of putting down someone like a dog. However, that didn't really come into full swing until the Bosnian War in 92' - 95'. But after that, he left the military and started picking up odd mercenary jobs. Although one of those jobs had him unknowingly selected to be a part of Majestic 12. And he didn't really have a choice to refuse the selection. This was right before Y2k.
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