Post by Mick Westminister on Apr 9, 2012 17:15:03 GMT
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Name: Michael "Archangel" Westminster
Age: 43
Job/Occupation: East End gangster (with a hands-on attitude to running business)
Appearance: Wears a dented, scorched brass mask to hide his damaged face, 6'1", skinny build, wears a black leather long coat with a flaming wing motif carved into it that conceals his twin shotguns, (logic and communication), each loaded with glass rounds with axe-head bayonets. dresses smartly in black shirts and suit trousers, cornskin blond hair, cut short, military style. Thick cockney accent.
Personality: Mick's moods range from contemptuous to psychopathic, stopping at the fine line between genius and insanity. He does everything for the sake of order, and (in his eyes) the good of the city. Despises anyone who trys to get in his way and happily kills any interfering coppers. Trusts very few people.
History: Mick grew up in the employ of one of the city's most influential gangsters, who was identified only by the city she inhabited, London. She taught Mick everything he knew, from pickpocketing to murder, fraud to corruption in government, with the occasional bank heist thrown in, but also introduced him to many criminal contacts across London. Including the notorious James Moriarty, whose "official" funeral he attended, and was most suprised by his return from the dead.
Mick has been operating within the East end effectively enough to have secured many deals and completed many contracts there. This has earned him a reputation as a man who is not to be trifled with, but also of a shrewd and honest (to associates) businessman, dealing mainly in precious gems and metals.
Anything else: While using shotguns as a primary weapon he has been known to utilize explosives and carefully concealed knives to "remove" interferences. He also prefers subtlety to violence on a job.
RP Sample:Mick smiled a faint grin behind his mask, moving the diamond between his hands with as much care as a normal man would a child. Mick didn't smile often anymore, it was hard to in his line of work. But when a large, heavily guarded shipment of diamonds disappearing from under the noses of the met police, it was wonderful. Jobs like that that got you up in the morning. He switched on the radio, relaxing to the sound of warm classical music and waited for the buyer, casually tossing the diamond back into its crate, where it landed with a thump. He had a feeling it would be a good day. Any day when he had his hands on a diamond before breakfast was a good one.
Name: Michael "Archangel" Westminster
Age: 43
Job/Occupation: East End gangster (with a hands-on attitude to running business)
Appearance: Wears a dented, scorched brass mask to hide his damaged face, 6'1", skinny build, wears a black leather long coat with a flaming wing motif carved into it that conceals his twin shotguns, (logic and communication), each loaded with glass rounds with axe-head bayonets. dresses smartly in black shirts and suit trousers, cornskin blond hair, cut short, military style. Thick cockney accent.
Personality: Mick's moods range from contemptuous to psychopathic, stopping at the fine line between genius and insanity. He does everything for the sake of order, and (in his eyes) the good of the city. Despises anyone who trys to get in his way and happily kills any interfering coppers. Trusts very few people.
History: Mick grew up in the employ of one of the city's most influential gangsters, who was identified only by the city she inhabited, London. She taught Mick everything he knew, from pickpocketing to murder, fraud to corruption in government, with the occasional bank heist thrown in, but also introduced him to many criminal contacts across London. Including the notorious James Moriarty, whose "official" funeral he attended, and was most suprised by his return from the dead.
Mick has been operating within the East end effectively enough to have secured many deals and completed many contracts there. This has earned him a reputation as a man who is not to be trifled with, but also of a shrewd and honest (to associates) businessman, dealing mainly in precious gems and metals.
Anything else: While using shotguns as a primary weapon he has been known to utilize explosives and carefully concealed knives to "remove" interferences. He also prefers subtlety to violence on a job.
RP Sample:Mick smiled a faint grin behind his mask, moving the diamond between his hands with as much care as a normal man would a child. Mick didn't smile often anymore, it was hard to in his line of work. But when a large, heavily guarded shipment of diamonds disappearing from under the noses of the met police, it was wonderful. Jobs like that that got you up in the morning. He switched on the radio, relaxing to the sound of warm classical music and waited for the buyer, casually tossing the diamond back into its crate, where it landed with a thump. He had a feeling it would be a good day. Any day when he had his hands on a diamond before breakfast was a good one.
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