Post by Fyrann Truax on Sept 27, 2015 20:41:36 GMT -5
Fyrann Davis Truax
theme song:;
"Simple Man" by Lynyrd Skynyrd
description:;
On first glance, Fyrann holds the demeanor of a rugged war-weary soldier. Though for those who are more observant, the toll of fighting shows in his russet brown eyes. While the world may have ripped away several important role models in his life, he continues to fight--constantly struggling with his alcohol addiction and depression in order to somehow better himself. Less obvious are the scars from an old wound on his left wrist to this day still aches. On most occasions though not much is shown past his stiff upper lip and reserved persona except for the unmistakable English accent that carries on his words.
playby:;
Jensen Ackles
age:;
sweet 26
gender:;
Male
race:
born a Hunter
should we put bricks on your head?:;
Fyrann Truax is 6'3"
no place like home:;
London, England
getting lucky with ~someone~:;
Homosexual
babies coming?:;
Single
abilities:;
Strength - 3
Speed - 2
Intelligence - 3
Endurance - 3
Agility – 1
Speed - 2
Intelligence - 3
Endurance - 3
Agility – 1
weapon(s):;
.388 Lapua Magnum sniper rifle, and a S&W 460XVR pistol
whatcha~wearin?:;
A dark green military coat with the black dagger insignia of the Royal Marines on his right shoulder, a white tank top, brown camouflage khaki pants, thick dark brown combat boots. Around his neck are his own I.D. tags and on one of his belt loops rests the remainder of his former squad's dog tags. Lastly he wears white bandage wraps on his left hand and wrist to hide his scars there.
transportation:;
2015 Dodge Charger
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?:;
He keeps with him an emergency med kit, including prescribed pain killers, and a handful of cash for personal expenses.
disposition to the law:;
Neutral
alignment:;
Good
likes:;
Tea,
Helping the weak,
Guns,
Patriotism,
Alcohol
Helping the weak,
Guns,
Patriotism,
Alcohol
dislikes:;
Nonhumans (generally),
Torture,
Jabs at his pride,
his sexuality (and mentioning of)
Torture,
Jabs at his pride,
his sexuality (and mentioning of)
phobias:;
Daemonophobia, Scotomaphobia
obsessions:;
Saving People, Hunting Things. The family business.
background:;
The Truax family name has carried through generations of warfare. Back to the times of Queen Elizabeth, this noble bloodline has served Her Majesty for both good and for ill in the name of their beloved Britain. In fact, both of Fyrann's parents were involved in the Royal Marines as special ops; thus, he too grew up into a military family. Fyrann's father was very stern with a strict training regiment every morning, teaching his only son many things alongside firearms, how to build them (and how to fire them by the time he could walk).
In the middle of growing to the age pubescence his mother and father had to leave for a highly classified mission in Tokyo. They left him under the care of his uncle who lived not too far out of London proper. Fyrann discovered one night the monstrosities his uncle had recorded his many books. Occult books to be precise; not only that but his uncle would disappear at odd times of night and return the next morning smelling of things the average person shouldn't. Half fascinated with his uncle's studies, the young man would stay up at night when he couldn't sleep and read--learning what the supernatural were capable of doing and how to kill them.
There was no surprise when Fyrann was old enough to enroll into the Royal Marines that he did so with enthusiasm at the age of 18. Passing the test with flying colors, he was immediately set into a squad. The leader, Benjamin Gauge, was one he didn't rightfully get along with in the beginning and in a very hush-hush manner-- they eventually wound up together and spent the next seven years in different tours building their relationship with one another. During this time his attempts to contact his parents fell flat.
Fyrann's time with his boyfriend came to a sudden and violent end when their group was ambushed by a group of what looked to be feral vampires. After they disemboweled the other members of the squad, they aimed their sights on Fyrann. One of creatures lept at him and mutilated his wrist--seconds before getting shot in the face. The remaining monsters were too busy to notice the commando fleeing for his life when another group intervened and eliminated the threat. It was after they had gone, that he returned to pick up the dog tags to let the government and families know they had fallen in combat. Unfortunately the damage in his wrist never properly healed and it was severe enough that he was honorably discharged from the Corps. Nowadays, Fyrann is still trying to find a way to cope with his loss and still wants to give back to his country...no matter the cost.
In the middle of growing to the age pubescence his mother and father had to leave for a highly classified mission in Tokyo. They left him under the care of his uncle who lived not too far out of London proper. Fyrann discovered one night the monstrosities his uncle had recorded his many books. Occult books to be precise; not only that but his uncle would disappear at odd times of night and return the next morning smelling of things the average person shouldn't. Half fascinated with his uncle's studies, the young man would stay up at night when he couldn't sleep and read--learning what the supernatural were capable of doing and how to kill them.
There was no surprise when Fyrann was old enough to enroll into the Royal Marines that he did so with enthusiasm at the age of 18. Passing the test with flying colors, he was immediately set into a squad. The leader, Benjamin Gauge, was one he didn't rightfully get along with in the beginning and in a very hush-hush manner-- they eventually wound up together and spent the next seven years in different tours building their relationship with one another. During this time his attempts to contact his parents fell flat.
Fyrann's time with his boyfriend came to a sudden and violent end when their group was ambushed by a group of what looked to be feral vampires. After they disemboweled the other members of the squad, they aimed their sights on Fyrann. One of creatures lept at him and mutilated his wrist--seconds before getting shot in the face. The remaining monsters were too busy to notice the commando fleeing for his life when another group intervened and eliminated the threat. It was after they had gone, that he returned to pick up the dog tags to let the government and families know they had fallen in combat. Unfortunately the damage in his wrist never properly healed and it was severe enough that he was honorably discharged from the Corps. Nowadays, Fyrann is still trying to find a way to cope with his loss and still wants to give back to his country...no matter the cost.
Fyrann worships no gods and is instead very skeptical about their positions. He is interested in joining the UNSAID faction (if allowed by an admin).
