Well I Don't Know What's Going On, But Hell, Count me in (SU

Name: Mason Townly
Age:
29
Weight:
175 lbs
Height:
6'
Gender: Male
Personality: Mason was a cynical man, who looked at the bad side more often then he should of. He was not always like this however, in his younger days he was quite the opposite. It was either his experience in the brotherhood, or the military that changed him. Despite this he still cracked jokes, though they rarely made anyone laugh. He was an understanding person, and tried helping friends and allies with their problems as he saw fit. Mostly caring for them, listening to them, and solving their issues. He was very kind to those he thought deserved it, though he rarely showed this. He never really talked to people he didn't already know, so he wasn't really good in situations where he had to interact socially. Mason had smart mouth too, and that had routinely gotten him in trouble in the Marines. Though with this smart mouth he could easily piss off most opponents he faced. He held a great hatred for corrupt individuals, and wished he could simply do the world a favor by 'removing' them. He has a deep sense of justice, which can get him in a crap situation. When he was younger, Mason was somewhat of a ladies man, and even kept some of his talents as grew older.
Appearance:
Mason has an above average build, though its not notable based on his apparel. He has his hair pretty short. (Though a little longer then in the picture.) He has a couple small scars across his chin and his right cheek. He wears black combat boots, which he sheaths his combat knife in. Average blue jeans and average looking black belt. Well... Not so average if you can attach a pistol holster on the right, and a Katana sheath on the left. For his top he has a black T-shirt with a red phoenix image in the center. On top of that he wears a black and red hoodie. The interior being red, as well as the zipper. The outside being normal black. Underneath the hoodie, but over the T-shirt; he wears a set of dragon skin body armor. The most advanced piece of body armor to date, being almost completely bullet proof compared to normal Kevlar.
History: Mason grew up as an only child in New York City in the late 80s, early 90s. As a kid, he was an open guy, talkative, helpful, all around good guy. His parents expected him to go to college, blaze himself a great life. His father worked in the Pentagon, and rarely visited his son. But they still had a connection. His mother worked in the World Trade Center, south tower. With both their jobs the family made quite the some of money, and lived rather nicely. On September 11th, 2001 Mason's life turned upside down. Both of them died in the attacks. Mason was thrown into a fit of depression. He was forced to live with his uncle, who was a complete dick might I add. His uncle was an Ex-Marine, and constantly made Mason feel like shit. Though through it all, he became stronger. He dropped out of school when he was 17, feeling that he wouldn't be making a difference taking a shit ton of essays. Later that year he simply flipped off his uncle, and ran away. Through the short time he lived in ally ways, he learned how to efficiently kick the shit out of someone. The guy had come out from behind a corner with a switchblade in hand, sadistic smile on his face. Long story short the guy didn't bother him after that, because he scrambled away like a little bitch. Mason had gotten his first true scars, but he didn't care. When he turned 18 he walked into a recruiting office. He looked older then he was, and he looked like shit. So naturally, the people in the lobby thought he was a drunk. But he managed to signup for the Marines, without being kicked out.

Boot was hell, at least that's what he thought. He somehow made it through boot without receiving a silver bullet, and was promoted to Corporal. Weapon of choice an M16A3 with an ACOG sight. He loved his knife as well. The Marine KA-BAR Combat Knife. Not only was a skilled marksmen, he was a great close combat specialist. A couple days after being deployed in Iraq, every member of his squad died due to a suicide bomber. He himself got off lucky. The shrapnel managed to miss almost every vital section of his body. One piece made quite the nasty gash across the right side of his face though. Instead of getting depressed about his new loss, he accepted it. As sad as his friends deaths were, he had to move on. He got a transfer, new squad, new friends. Or so he thought. The same gruesome process seemed to happen over and over again. Few firefights, many sneak attacks. In about 2007, he had enough. He deserted. He felt he never helped anyone, and that this 'War on Terror' was a complete waste of time. So he left, in search of a true purpose once more.

He managed to sneak out of his station without getting shot, and began to make his way north, toward Syria and eventually Turkey. He got rid of most of his gear along the way, excluding his rifle and his knife. He switched out all his apparel, finding his way to blend in. He managed to get a couple rides north, eventually making it to Syria. He surprised at how no one really cared about him carrying a gun. But then again, he was in the middle east. It was there that he met the one man that would give him purpose. The man had walked up to him while Mason was walking through a market area. The man called him by his full name, and at first Mason thought that he was being tracked down by Green Berets or something. He was completely wrong. The dared not explain his presence in public, so he lead Mason down a small ally to a small house. Mason was obviously suspicious, and rightfully so. Who in their right mind follows some weird guy down a ally after they called out your full name? Any takers? Thought not. He was lead into the small house, and it was there that the man explained his lineage. Masons father was apart of this group, called the Assassins. And his father worked worked at the Pentagon to slip info to the Assassins on the Templars. Basically the Assassins polar opposite. His mother had known nothing about it. He didn't explain everything about the Assassins, but at first Mason simply though they were some terrorist organization. That was until the man told him how long the Assassins existed. He was offered a chance to fulfill a role, to help fight the Templar's tyranny, and corruption. He accepted.

Mason was back to the states in some fancy private jet. He got some new clothes, and managed to feel comfortable for the first time in years. It was 2008, and he was apparently headed to the states to receive training. He learned more about the Assassin's and Templars along the flight, and struggled to grasp the concept of an almost completely hidden war that spanned centuries. They landed in Georgia, and they made their way to the camp. It was their he trained. For five years he trained. For every exercise for the body, there were two for the mind. Through that time he managed to convince a new friend to give him his Katana. The blade was some lucky old WW2 relic that wasn't a cheap replica. Apparently being made in the original fashion. It was only used for tradition now though. But the man thought that since Mason loved blades so much, why the hell not? He also got a new pistol, an M1911 with an suppressor. But his most important new weapons, were his two hidden blades. He had been trained in Parkour, stealth, disappearing, distraction, theft, and most importantly, killing.

It was 2013, and he had been given several contracts. He fulfilled all of them. From killing corrupt senators, to business men, arms manufactures, diplomats, generals, soldiers, and even Templars who infiltrated the Brotherhood.  Some were Templars, some weren't. It didn't matter. In the end, the world became slightly better, and less suffered because of Mason's actions. His last mission, one in Paris, resulted in a success. When he had gotten back to an Assassin outpost, he prepared for another trip. Going to Moscow next. With all his equipment, he made his way to a private jet... When one of the portals appeared in front of him. He didn't step into it, he and his fellow Assassins simply stared at it in surprise for a bit. A day later it was still there, in the hangar. The leadership hatched a plan that someone go through, find out if it lead to a relic from the first civilization. Mason volunteered, and stepped through the portal without fear.
Enhancements: Great Marksmen.
Decent Sword Fighter.
Excellent at Parkour.
Stealthy as fuck.
An expert at the art of the kill.
Disabilities: His attitude can get him into a less then desirable situation.
Weapons: M16A3 ACOG Sight. upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/91/M16a4lh6.jpg
M1911 Suppressor. www.aacblog.com/wp-content/uploads/IMG_2340-600x450.jpg
KA-BAR Marine Combat Knife. www.kabar.com/images/products/knives/1211Detail.png
Katana. www.antiquefirearms.com/images/edge/katana2.JPG
Twin Hidden Blades. img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120517093506/assassinscreed/images/7/7b/Eerste-info-onthuld-over-assassin-s-creed-2_5_460x0.jpg
Franchise: Assassin's Creed

Other: A member of the Assassin's, he believes in the creed at the highest level.
Dragon Skin Body Armor.

Name: Shawn
Age: 21
Weight: 150 lbs
Height: 6' 0"
Gender: Male
Personality: He's prone to killing things in sadistic, cruel, pointless, and absurd ways. He does this while saying shitty jokes that only he himself laughs at. For example. "It's not MY fault your using the sidewalk! Sidewalks are for cars now bitch! HAHAHA!" Aside from that, he's somewhat normal. Easy to get along with mostly, though most consider him weird. (He kinda is. He's the GTA Online version of ME!) He acts either one of two ways mostly. His sadistic asshole. Or serious teammate. Though a third, practically normal side appears sometimes. He doesn't care much for justice, considering he's a criminal. And he doesn't want to have an effect at all on the world. He just wants money so he can indulge himself in rich pleasures. He really doesn't value any human life, and is considered a sociopath, though some simply call him a phycopath. He has a distaste for rapists, and believes them less than human. He also has a very certain hate for treachery and liars. And has been known to be relentless to those who cross him. He is very loyal to the few that are close to him, most of which the members of the 501st, a criminal group responsible for many acts of violence, terrorism, debauchery, heists, small thefts, sexual harassment, and genocide.  
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Franchise: GTA
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(WIP)

Well, the shame is, the RP is mostly dead. I plan to give it a kick in the ass later this week.

XD So true.

I'm the stump? Mate, my characters are both occupied with Elsa's. I can't do shit either.

what about in the sci-fi or grail?

Sorry for asking
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