Name: Michelle Davis Weapon of choice: knives Second choice: pistol 3rd choice: loves hand to hand combat Appearance: long brunette straight hair, green/blue eyes, average height, skinny but athletic built-very pretty overall LOLL Clothes: she always wears comfortable clothes: sweats,tights and baggy sweaters and tank tops and she mostly keeps her hair tied up or down and wavy Strengths: good at tracking people, and has great aim and street smarts Weaknesses: shes a fast runner but she can't run long distances Personality: shes very straight forward kind of a ***** but sometimes nice to people depending on if she likes them or not shes outgoing but she doesn't like getting close to people because shes afraid they'll get hurt or hurt her. And she's really athletic, smart and a flirt and she's really tough physically and emotionally. Bio: Her parents were hit men/women but they died when she was really young and all her life she's been trained to follow in their footsteps and as an attempt to assainate her one of her close friends got killed instead so she's always on the move/never stays in the same place for too long/ and she doesn't like getting close to people even though she makes friends easily so she purposely pushes them away.
Voit Sandling Personality: Bland. This man has the mental fortitude of a tube of peanut butter. Luckily, what he lacks in brainpower he more than makes up for in a damaged liver. Appearance: Bland. Big pot belly, bald crown, stained clothes. The only thing interesting about Voit is the massive ceramic fist on the end of his left arm. Weapons: Obviously the big ol' ceramic fist he has. When god gives you a giant face-crushing hand replacement, you crush some face. The other weapon Voit lugs around is a sack of empty beer bottles. These come in handy in a fight when he fishes one out, and breaks it over his ceramic fist. A deadly combo; he cuts his adversary, then punches them in the wound. Enough to make any man tear up a little. Weakness: Alcohol. Any day now Voit is going to have to get his liver flushed before he turns bright yellow due to jaundice. Strength: Alcohol. He sure can put it away. If you're looking to hide some beer, he has a place to store it. Also, face-crushing. He's had practice. Backstory: Voit is the son of a pair of very prominent psychologists. They pretty much wrote the book on most things Voit has no interest in. As a young man Voit was told he had decided to go to boot camp far, far from home. He lost his left hand in a tragic pillow fight, getting some experimental ceramic fist replacement from some smart doctor type people. A win-win. Now Voit spends his time wasting his time in bars.
The story's already in my mind I'll just have to get my hammer to get it out of there and onto the forums