Post by JazzBuddah on Mar 5, 2012 15:58:54 GMT -5
Name: Vick Morrison
Sex: Male
Age: 36
Occupation: BSAA demolitions expert
Weapons:
M79 40mm grenade launcher
Desert Eagle
C4
Equipment:
Grenade belt "incendiary, explosive rounds"
Tactical backpack "C4, detonators, defusing tools, Chemical bomb sniffer"
Gas mask
Demolition armored jacket
Appearance:
Personality: Vick is a cocky loose canon. In a position that normally requires someone to be careful and calculated he takes unnecessary risks and split second decisions. Taking any opportunity to express his bravado he will often make vulgar jokes which can land him into fights which he usually looses. Many think he has a death wish. For all he knows they may be right but he never takes the time to think about it.
History: Vick was born into a wealthy family. His father was a major oil tycoon which made the opportunities for his future endless. His father was usually out landing deals buying up land for new excavations while his mother attended parties to support the family status. Because of this, growing up in the large mansion Vick was exposed to the activists that camped out on the lawn day and night. Over the years he also couldn't help but hear the threatening calls that were left on the answering machine and the angry letters that came in the mail.
Unable to avoid them he began talking to the activists as they were their when his parents were not. They told him about the evil things his father did for his fortune which made him decide to leave home and join the fight one night after burning the family mansion to the ground.
Using documents he took from his fathers study, he helped the activists find the weak points in the companies facilities and began a campaign of destruction. As the years went by he grew into a lead position after the development of explosives became his art-form in which he was very skillfull.
Eventually the law caught up with him and was imprisoned with several life sentences. He was seen as an enemy of the state and country and after setting various fires to attempt escape was thrown into permanent isolation.
When the war on terror started the military approached Vick who was now a broken man who was labeled unstable due to his inhuman treatment. He was given a second chance. As his campaign with the activists had them traveling between the oil fields of the countries that were now targets, his knowledge of the region and of improvised explosives techniques could prove him a valuable asset. Agreeing to the terms the US military now owned him.
During his tour he had many encounters and accidents which took it's toll on his body. His eyes had taken shrapnel, he lost fingers and toes as well as various muscles that had to be removed in surgery. In the end he was being held together by the finest artificial replacement technology that the US had to offer.
When the war on terror came to an end the new biological war started by Umbrella took it's place. His ownership then shifted to the BSAA where he began his new study and practice into biological warfare relating to the virus. In time he found himself being pulled back into the battle field.
After a few missions he had become familiarized with some of the main movers and shakers in Tricell. Secretly Vick wondered how many of them he'd have to kill to gain his freedom. These people had destroyed an entire city to create a virus that brought the dead back to life. And now they were selling it as if i'ts very existance wasn't bad enough. The big surprise came during a mission in DC when he discovered that a person of interest was his own father.
Un-known to him at the time, his fathers pil company was fueling Umbrella for several years during Vick's rebellion. Umbrella helped his father gain land and in exchange he built facilities for Umbrella to conduct experiments in secrecy. Suddenly this gave Vick a warm feeling. He was picking up where he had left off so long ago. Cleaning up his fathers mess. He wasn't free like in the past but the thrill of breaking down the organization was the next best thing.
Introduction:
As Vick finished up his dinner he got up and headed towards the door. Johnson was just entering and with a slight shift he rammed him with his elbow sending the new recruit onto the floor. Laughter soon followed. "Watch where your going fresh meat, the cook might find you." Leaving the cafeteria with a smirk a announcement came over the loud speaker. "Team 26 report to head office for assignment." Vick couldn't help but smile more. He was about to meat death again. A being he had bested so many times in the past. Probably the only real friend he had. "So, first the army, then the BSAA, now the devil want's to own me?" He then turned to a monitor that had listed the various teams and their missions. "Hell fire holds no surprises for me."
It wasn't far to the mission briefing. Sitting down he didn't really recognize any of the men. He was more familiar with the lab techs as he was still studying the various ways the virus could be weaponized. He had also putting in alot of time de-fusing mock bombs that were based on Tricell and Umbrella designs. He now had almost a perfect record for the entire month but you never know how you will do in the field till you get there. As Vick continued to play with a pair of paperclips on the table a captain dressed in full uniform began to run down a mission statement involving some sort of splinter-cell of Tricell and a satellite crashing into the arctic. Same deal as always. Find bad guy, gather info, kill monsters. Fighting hard not to fall asleep during the briefing he was told they had 24 hours to prepare. Vick instantly headed for his bunk which was still in the brig. "Always love a vacation."
Sex: Male
Age: 36
Occupation: BSAA demolitions expert
Weapons:
M79 40mm grenade launcher
Desert Eagle
C4
Equipment:
Grenade belt "incendiary, explosive rounds"
Tactical backpack "C4, detonators, defusing tools, Chemical bomb sniffer"
Gas mask
Demolition armored jacket
Appearance:
Personality: Vick is a cocky loose canon. In a position that normally requires someone to be careful and calculated he takes unnecessary risks and split second decisions. Taking any opportunity to express his bravado he will often make vulgar jokes which can land him into fights which he usually looses. Many think he has a death wish. For all he knows they may be right but he never takes the time to think about it.
History: Vick was born into a wealthy family. His father was a major oil tycoon which made the opportunities for his future endless. His father was usually out landing deals buying up land for new excavations while his mother attended parties to support the family status. Because of this, growing up in the large mansion Vick was exposed to the activists that camped out on the lawn day and night. Over the years he also couldn't help but hear the threatening calls that were left on the answering machine and the angry letters that came in the mail.
Unable to avoid them he began talking to the activists as they were their when his parents were not. They told him about the evil things his father did for his fortune which made him decide to leave home and join the fight one night after burning the family mansion to the ground.
Using documents he took from his fathers study, he helped the activists find the weak points in the companies facilities and began a campaign of destruction. As the years went by he grew into a lead position after the development of explosives became his art-form in which he was very skillfull.
Eventually the law caught up with him and was imprisoned with several life sentences. He was seen as an enemy of the state and country and after setting various fires to attempt escape was thrown into permanent isolation.
When the war on terror started the military approached Vick who was now a broken man who was labeled unstable due to his inhuman treatment. He was given a second chance. As his campaign with the activists had them traveling between the oil fields of the countries that were now targets, his knowledge of the region and of improvised explosives techniques could prove him a valuable asset. Agreeing to the terms the US military now owned him.
During his tour he had many encounters and accidents which took it's toll on his body. His eyes had taken shrapnel, he lost fingers and toes as well as various muscles that had to be removed in surgery. In the end he was being held together by the finest artificial replacement technology that the US had to offer.
When the war on terror came to an end the new biological war started by Umbrella took it's place. His ownership then shifted to the BSAA where he began his new study and practice into biological warfare relating to the virus. In time he found himself being pulled back into the battle field.
After a few missions he had become familiarized with some of the main movers and shakers in Tricell. Secretly Vick wondered how many of them he'd have to kill to gain his freedom. These people had destroyed an entire city to create a virus that brought the dead back to life. And now they were selling it as if i'ts very existance wasn't bad enough. The big surprise came during a mission in DC when he discovered that a person of interest was his own father.
Un-known to him at the time, his fathers pil company was fueling Umbrella for several years during Vick's rebellion. Umbrella helped his father gain land and in exchange he built facilities for Umbrella to conduct experiments in secrecy. Suddenly this gave Vick a warm feeling. He was picking up where he had left off so long ago. Cleaning up his fathers mess. He wasn't free like in the past but the thrill of breaking down the organization was the next best thing.
Introduction:
As Vick finished up his dinner he got up and headed towards the door. Johnson was just entering and with a slight shift he rammed him with his elbow sending the new recruit onto the floor. Laughter soon followed. "Watch where your going fresh meat, the cook might find you." Leaving the cafeteria with a smirk a announcement came over the loud speaker. "Team 26 report to head office for assignment." Vick couldn't help but smile more. He was about to meat death again. A being he had bested so many times in the past. Probably the only real friend he had. "So, first the army, then the BSAA, now the devil want's to own me?" He then turned to a monitor that had listed the various teams and their missions. "Hell fire holds no surprises for me."
It wasn't far to the mission briefing. Sitting down he didn't really recognize any of the men. He was more familiar with the lab techs as he was still studying the various ways the virus could be weaponized. He had also putting in alot of time de-fusing mock bombs that were based on Tricell and Umbrella designs. He now had almost a perfect record for the entire month but you never know how you will do in the field till you get there. As Vick continued to play with a pair of paperclips on the table a captain dressed in full uniform began to run down a mission statement involving some sort of splinter-cell of Tricell and a satellite crashing into the arctic. Same deal as always. Find bad guy, gather info, kill monsters. Fighting hard not to fall asleep during the briefing he was told they had 24 hours to prepare. Vick instantly headed for his bunk which was still in the brig. "Always love a vacation."