Apologies in advance for anything "off" in terms of spelling, keyboard's fecked up.
Screenname: Electro UK
Character You Would Like To Play: The Punisher
Powers: While possessing no super-human powers, Frank Castle is in tip-top physical condition. A master of hand-to-hand and weaponry, it takes aot to bring him down, a whole lot.
Basic History Of The Character (Up until this point): Frank Castle always wanted to be Captain America. He wantedto fight in agreat war, he wanted to be a great soldier, he wanted to be loved. In Vietnam, he got that chance. Those cold years change Frank's life, and what it was to be a hero. Covered in mud and crap, losing a few more of his friends everyday, hurting innocents, and being treated like the enemy back home.
Frank came back home, a changed man. There was no glory in war, no love, no greatness. Determined to change Amerca for the better, he became a Policeman almost as soon as he retuned home. He spent his first days taking on light stuff, muggings, unarmed roberries. On patrol one night with his partner, they recieved call of a shooting, at an apartmen block.
Heading over there asap, Frank pounded up the stairs after his friend, Benny. Smashing the door down, they quickly and efficently cleared the first room. It didn't see like the shooter was still round, until he popped his head out of a doorway, and planeted a bullet in Benny's head. Frank screamed, fashes of 'nam coming back to him as he belted bullets back at the door. One managed to dis-arm the shooter, the other sunk into his knee.
It took all of Frank's effort not to put a bullet in the shooter's head. He was so young, so stupid. He manged to resist, instead givin him a swift kick to the chest before securing the weapon. He wanted to run to Benny's side, but thiswas a shooting, and he was likely to stumble upon another body soon. Ducking out into the hallway, he marchd down to the bathroom, kicking the door down in fury. What he saw next, changed his life forever.
A woman, young, beautiful, with a bullet hole in her head. She was pregnant. At that point, something snapped inside Frank, he turned, ran, and slammed his foot into the back of the shooter's head, and he kept kicking and punching until he had shredded his knuckles. As silence finally fell, Frank got up, and wrecked the room, smashing everything in sight.
Back-up officer's arrived immeadiately after, finding Frank in an all too suspicious postion. He was suspeneded for his treatment of an un-armed suspect. He went home that night, and pulled a gun to himself.
That's when he spotted the mugging in the alley below. A piece of *****, holding a knife to a defenseless girl. Frank made his way down, the rain starting to pour. His first shot spun the knife out of the mugger's hand. As the kid raised his hands, the second shot fired and went into his forehead.
"You... you didn't have to kill him." a trausmatised girl spat out.
"He deserved it." Frank replied.
That wasn't the night Frank became The Punisher. With enough support from friends and co-workers, he found his feet again. He even got married to a beautiful wife, and had a beautiful kid.
Lightening strikes twice. Frank and his family were walking down the street, the same street holding the apartment block he'd lost Benny all those years ago. An alarm sounded, a mugger made hisway out of a building. Frank pushed his family aside, desperate to get them out of danger. Police units arrived. Their lights revealing the mugger for all to see.
That face... it was the shooter. Benny's killer. The same stupid fool, out of prison, no more than afew years after commintin that... monstrocity. Quick to react, the police opened fire in fear, riddeling the mugger with bullets. When silence fell, Frank realised where the panic fire had gone. His wife, his son, hit by strays.
That, was the birth of the Punisher. No more. No more could he let murderer's get back out on the street, trust the police to do their jobs, Frank would take it into his own hands.
He trained. Hard. Pushing his body to maximum physcial condition. He started buying up weapons, left, right and centre, armour proof vehicles, body armour. And now, he plans, and waits. His first night will be soon, he won't show mercy, he won't show regret. Law breakers would die, by The Punisher's hands. They would be punished.
Three Reasons Why You Have Chosen That Character:
1. I'm soon to play him in the Marvel RPG, so this would serve as great practise.
2. He's a character that's been written hundredsof different ways, I want to try a more lighthearted approach, despite his dark history
3. Do I need a 3rd reason? Its the mother f**king Punisher.
What Do You Plan On Doing With This Character As A Person (IE: How are you changing him or her?): I've given his background a bit more depth, a bit more grittiness, so I can use it to try and bend the way Punisher thinks, his approach to stuff, how far he'll go, how he may impliment humour, etc.
Two Complete Sentences In Proper English Explaining What You Can Bring To This RPG (As A Player): A new Punisher. One with just as much violence, but less of a depressive sense around him. In others words, one more fun to read.
What Fonts Do You Plan To Use For Your Characters Speech? (Makes the roster look better): "Just god ol' bold does me fine thanks."
Please Provide A Small Sample Post In The Format You Wish To Portray Your Character In: I should be a god damned comedian. Forget what I'm doing now, obessively tuning up this AK, while polishing this PSG-1, I need to go on Leno, or Letterman, make people laugh, and make millions. I swear, whatever goes on around me, partners being shot, family being murdered, I find the perfect line to say, just never blurt it out.
But that's not what I want to be seen as. I may be insane, but I want to send the message of "Commit a crime, and you're dead." not "Sorry, but if you do naughty things, I'm going to have to come and give your ass a kickin'!" maybe no difference to you... who ever's reading this, but a world of difference to me.
Okay, scope's tuned up, silencer's equiped to the PPK, Raging Bull in my pocket (heh heh), looks like I'm all ready to paintthe town blood red. I cock my shotgun.
"Let's lock n' load." It's punishing time.
Do You Know How To Post Pictures On The Hype?: You know I do, don't ask me.
