(Theme: "Hero" By: Skillet)
Name: Richard Grey
Code Name: Dark-wing
Age: 23
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 6’2’’
Weight: 200 lb.
Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Rank: Officer (Ex-Military)
Appearance:
A man with light porcelain colored skin, not particularly muscular, but in no way weak. His features come off as what some would call ‘man pretty’ though he is a man through and through.
Personality:
He is soft spoken and kind, but don’t let his demeanor fool you he is a trained warrior and will not hesitate to kill when necessary.
Strength: Physically he is very strong; he has sharp reflexes and is highly intelligent.
Weakness:
He suffers from the mentality that most former slaves do. He feels that he is never going to be truly “Free” and due to this when it comes to certain people even though he could overpower them; thanks to this frame of mind he can’t seem to even hold his own against them.
Ambitions:
To be free to live his life; to have friends and one day a family to love and care for.
Hobbies and Interests:
Richard likes to read, but also likes to cheer up sad ladies. He believes it to be a crime to allow a female to be sad even for a moment.
Languages: English
Family:
Birth Mother: Deceased
Step Mother: Alive
Father: Alive
Half Sister: Alive
Other family: Unknown
His story:
When I was a child my father was a well know arms dealer who dabbled in drugs and was looking to move on into slavery and who knows what else. He was very abusive and my mother had died giving birth to me… or at least that’s what I was told. He soon met a new woman who had a daughter for him; she was two years younger than me. I was “home schooled” and in my family that meant: “Imprisoned without chance of parole, trained in various martial arts and dubious business enterprises”
I was eight when I finally managed to run away from home, but I didn’t get far. My father had made many enemies and The “Company” had an eye on him for a very long time, though they normally only took orphans, they decided to make an exception for me. It was obvious I hated my father so that wouldn’t pose a problem, but that aside it wasn’t like they asked because if they had, I would have said “NO!” now I was in a new prison, but at least when I was beat here there was a rhyme and reason to it.
After a while I began thinking if I got strong enough I could go back home and kill my father. The desire to make sure he never hurt anyone else grew stronger and stronger. The “Company” Picked up on this quick…I was given many promises, but none were ever fulfilled. Over the years I killed, became numb, earned the title “Dark-wing” the ones I fought swore I was some type of flying demon of the night, some villagers from a small town had called me that name and it became my title, though I never cared for it
I grew stronger and more skilled till the age of seventeen. We were sent on a mission to “wipe the area clean” it wasn’t the first time, but it would be my last. The only people there were school personnel and orphans, I refused, Raze who was in command of the mission, called me a coward and a traitor. I warned the people and helped most of them escape… everything else I had done was covert ops… kill a drug lord, black market leader, slaver, terrorist, but this? Slaughter, a bunch of kids and women!?! I may have killed, but I’m no monster that hunts down the innocent.
I don’t care if I went against the rules, I don’t care if later one of them will seek revenge, right then and there “WE” were the bad guys and we were crossing the line I refused to cross and when I saw that one little boy shot in the head by our group… I …I lost it, I began attacking and I don’t remember much after that; I just know I was told I killed every member of our team, but one; Raze. Who had a punctured lung as well as emergency surgery performed on his left eye, I heard that eye can no longer perceive color…
I’m not sure how many days, weeks or even months I was locked up, but my father… he came and took me back. It was then I discovered he knew where I had been. He used this Dark Government “Company” to build me into a killing machine, but he knew I still hated him. I was stuck though, I couldn’t run anywhere… somehow my father had paid the right people to get me away from the “Company”. With an army at his disposable and connections in all the right places: he owned me… I had no where I could run… then he said something that shocked me “You should live in the real world before trying to take on a role in my world.” He gave me a cell phone and told me if he calls to answer no matter what and if he sent for me to come “THEN!” I hesitantly agreed, The thought of some kind of freedom was welcomed.
After a little soul searching I took a placement test for the police academy, I was placed in the top three percent of the whole school. Once I graduated I began working for the local police department, and well…that’s where we come to my first trip to the hospital as an officer…my father wanted to remind me who I “Belonged” to… here I am stuck in this hospital bed… my father’s thugs were overzealous and I was careless…
For the first time in a long time I had lowered my guard. I started to enjoy normal life and that’s when they slammed into my car with theirs; right in the police parking lot… just to prove I’m not safe even there. They made sure I was hurt enough that this time in the hospital would leave me with nothing to do, but think about the fact that I was stuck. I want to be a hero for others. how sad that the hero needs a hero. How does one become their own hero?
Code Name: Dark-wing
Age: 23
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 6’2’’
Weight: 200 lb.
Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Rank: Officer (Ex-Military)
Appearance:
A man with light porcelain colored skin, not particularly muscular, but in no way weak. His features come off as what some would call ‘man pretty’ though he is a man through and through.
Personality:
He is soft spoken and kind, but don’t let his demeanor fool you he is a trained warrior and will not hesitate to kill when necessary.
Strength: Physically he is very strong; he has sharp reflexes and is highly intelligent.
Weakness:
He suffers from the mentality that most former slaves do. He feels that he is never going to be truly “Free” and due to this when it comes to certain people even though he could overpower them; thanks to this frame of mind he can’t seem to even hold his own against them.
Ambitions:
To be free to live his life; to have friends and one day a family to love and care for.
Hobbies and Interests:
Richard likes to read, but also likes to cheer up sad ladies. He believes it to be a crime to allow a female to be sad even for a moment.
Languages: English
Family:
Birth Mother: Deceased
Step Mother: Alive
Father: Alive
Half Sister: Alive
Other family: Unknown
His story:
When I was a child my father was a well know arms dealer who dabbled in drugs and was looking to move on into slavery and who knows what else. He was very abusive and my mother had died giving birth to me… or at least that’s what I was told. He soon met a new woman who had a daughter for him; she was two years younger than me. I was “home schooled” and in my family that meant: “Imprisoned without chance of parole, trained in various martial arts and dubious business enterprises”
I was eight when I finally managed to run away from home, but I didn’t get far. My father had made many enemies and The “Company” had an eye on him for a very long time, though they normally only took orphans, they decided to make an exception for me. It was obvious I hated my father so that wouldn’t pose a problem, but that aside it wasn’t like they asked because if they had, I would have said “NO!” now I was in a new prison, but at least when I was beat here there was a rhyme and reason to it.
After a while I began thinking if I got strong enough I could go back home and kill my father. The desire to make sure he never hurt anyone else grew stronger and stronger. The “Company” Picked up on this quick…I was given many promises, but none were ever fulfilled. Over the years I killed, became numb, earned the title “Dark-wing” the ones I fought swore I was some type of flying demon of the night, some villagers from a small town had called me that name and it became my title, though I never cared for it
I grew stronger and more skilled till the age of seventeen. We were sent on a mission to “wipe the area clean” it wasn’t the first time, but it would be my last. The only people there were school personnel and orphans, I refused, Raze who was in command of the mission, called me a coward and a traitor. I warned the people and helped most of them escape… everything else I had done was covert ops… kill a drug lord, black market leader, slaver, terrorist, but this? Slaughter, a bunch of kids and women!?! I may have killed, but I’m no monster that hunts down the innocent.
I don’t care if I went against the rules, I don’t care if later one of them will seek revenge, right then and there “WE” were the bad guys and we were crossing the line I refused to cross and when I saw that one little boy shot in the head by our group… I …I lost it, I began attacking and I don’t remember much after that; I just know I was told I killed every member of our team, but one; Raze. Who had a punctured lung as well as emergency surgery performed on his left eye, I heard that eye can no longer perceive color…
I’m not sure how many days, weeks or even months I was locked up, but my father… he came and took me back. It was then I discovered he knew where I had been. He used this Dark Government “Company” to build me into a killing machine, but he knew I still hated him. I was stuck though, I couldn’t run anywhere… somehow my father had paid the right people to get me away from the “Company”. With an army at his disposable and connections in all the right places: he owned me… I had no where I could run… then he said something that shocked me “You should live in the real world before trying to take on a role in my world.” He gave me a cell phone and told me if he calls to answer no matter what and if he sent for me to come “THEN!” I hesitantly agreed, The thought of some kind of freedom was welcomed.
After a little soul searching I took a placement test for the police academy, I was placed in the top three percent of the whole school. Once I graduated I began working for the local police department, and well…that’s where we come to my first trip to the hospital as an officer…my father wanted to remind me who I “Belonged” to… here I am stuck in this hospital bed… my father’s thugs were overzealous and I was careless…
For the first time in a long time I had lowered my guard. I started to enjoy normal life and that’s when they slammed into my car with theirs; right in the police parking lot… just to prove I’m not safe even there. They made sure I was hurt enough that this time in the hospital would leave me with nothing to do, but think about the fact that I was stuck. I want to be a hero for others. how sad that the hero needs a hero. How does one become their own hero?
