Post by Ethan Callaghan on Oct 6, 2009 1:15:31 GMT
Name:
Ethan Callaghan
Age:
22
Height:
6'3
Build:
Thin and moderately built.
Power:
None.
Looks:
Personality:
Ethan is typically described as 'the kind of guy you'd want with you when you're pinned down in a foxhole... But you'd never introduce him to your sister'. At least thats how his fellow mercenaries describe him. Ethan can be viewed as a generally likable person in general, always being the first to crack a joke toward a situation that would usually range from laughable to down right inappropriate, although they would always be for the intention of cheering someone up or even lightening the mood a little bit, or maybe even just to plainly annoy someone who he thinks deserves it. Although he was once quite a heavy alcoholic, Ethan still adheres to a drink every now and then, mostly just to celebrate victories or anything along those lines. Although whenever he does decide to have a drink then he would usually drink in large amounts.
Ethan is probably a living, breathing example of the luck of the Irish. Luck and fortune always tends to find their way to him even in the worst possible moments and because of this he usually has a rather optimistic outlook on life, usually remaining perfectly calm when those around him are losing their heads. Although he would sometimes push his luck a little too far occasionally by speaking bad to his superiors right up in front of their face, preferring to just come out and say what is on his mind rather than to sugar coat the truth. Ethan's form of expertise mostly falls into the category of Heavy Weapons and Explosives expert, preferring to do things fast and with a bang rather than to approach it stealthily and with subtlety. He can also be viewed as a bit of a religious individual, though not in such an extreme manner like some people. In other words, he wouldn't exactly go to church every Sunday. He would often quote phrases and sayings and even stories from the bible that would fit in to a situation he was in, usually just to offer a little insight and advice to any one who so needed it.
When not working as a mercenary Ethan prefers to partake in much simpler activities. He most common one is to take up a spot of fishing every now and then to clear his head and relax him a little, a habit he picked up back in Ireland at an early age. He likes to exercise regularly to keep himself in good shape and in some way it was a way of reminiscing on the training schedules he would frequently run through when he was in the military, making him feel like he was at least still doing some good for himself. He also considers himself quite the mechanical wizz, fascinated with machinery such as cars or power tools and would often dabble in to them if he ever had the spare time for such things.
History:
Ethan was born from an Irish descent in the city of Dublin, the son of two friendly bakers who were well known in the city for their optimism and dedication to their cooking. Right from the start Ethan had made it clear to his parents that he did not wish to follow in their footsteps and had instead formed a fond attachment to a small group of British Soldiers who would occasionally pass through the city and even stop for something to eat and drink from his parents bakery. They would hail him with adventurous tales of heroism and bravery from the front lines of a battlefield, filling his head with thoughts of wonder and determination. By the time he had reached the age of seventeen and having shown no interest in any other career choice in his life other than the army, Ethan left for Britain late in the night against his parents wishes, determined to return to his home as a self proclaimed hero.
Unfortunately however, things weren't exactly going to go as planned for Ethan. At first he felt as though he was on top of the world and truly invincible, having easily passed the various number of tests and requirements in order to apply for the army. His first mission involved the escort of a platoon of soldiers along the outskirts of Iraq so they could rendezvous at a secured British army base half way up into the mountains. The mission went off without a hitch and Ethan had been well noted for his use of tactical coordination a long the route. He accomplished mission after mission almost perfectly every time, rising up in the ranks at a breath taking pace. But then, just a few days before his nineteenth birthday, things went very wrong for him. Ethan had been given command over several scouting unit's to survey an crucial enemy base in order to leak information back to his superiors.
But due to an error on his part, the entire mission quickly turned from a reconnaissance mission into a full fledged battle. His entire unit was brutally wiped out before his very eyes and it was only by pure luck that he managed to escape, the sight of the slaughter he had just witnessed now forever burnt into his brain. By the time he returned back to base in Britain, Ethan quickly took up the habit drinking large quantities of alcohol, degrading into nothing more than your typical alcoholic. He was discharged from the military soon after this however, leaving Ethan with nothing more than his inner demons. Disgraced and ashamed, he could not possibly bring himself to return home after his name had been published to every major news outlet in the world. So for nearly six months he did the only thing that he could do at the time. Drink more and travel all over the world until he found some sort of purpose in life.
Then one day he found himself waking up upon a lorry after another one of his usual nights of constant drinking. This lorry, however, was no ordinary lorry, for it seemed to be transporting a number of high tech equipment to an unknown location. How he got inside or why he was inside for that matter was unknown to him. He eventually arrived in Blood City and from there he was quickly drawn in to the city's shady settings, mostly by becoming a freelance mercenary and offering his services to anyone who paid highly enough for his services and his reputation regarding his military experience usually bagged him many clients. Since then, Ethan had given up drinking and focused more on his job to become a more effective fighter, vowing to never make the same mistake as he had made with his squad years ago.
Race:
Human
Friends:
Not many, only fellow mercenary's.
Weapons:
M4 Assault rifle.
Ethan Callaghan
Age:
22
Height:
6'3
Build:
Thin and moderately built.
Power:
None.
Looks:
Personality:
Ethan is typically described as 'the kind of guy you'd want with you when you're pinned down in a foxhole... But you'd never introduce him to your sister'. At least thats how his fellow mercenaries describe him. Ethan can be viewed as a generally likable person in general, always being the first to crack a joke toward a situation that would usually range from laughable to down right inappropriate, although they would always be for the intention of cheering someone up or even lightening the mood a little bit, or maybe even just to plainly annoy someone who he thinks deserves it. Although he was once quite a heavy alcoholic, Ethan still adheres to a drink every now and then, mostly just to celebrate victories or anything along those lines. Although whenever he does decide to have a drink then he would usually drink in large amounts.
Ethan is probably a living, breathing example of the luck of the Irish. Luck and fortune always tends to find their way to him even in the worst possible moments and because of this he usually has a rather optimistic outlook on life, usually remaining perfectly calm when those around him are losing their heads. Although he would sometimes push his luck a little too far occasionally by speaking bad to his superiors right up in front of their face, preferring to just come out and say what is on his mind rather than to sugar coat the truth. Ethan's form of expertise mostly falls into the category of Heavy Weapons and Explosives expert, preferring to do things fast and with a bang rather than to approach it stealthily and with subtlety. He can also be viewed as a bit of a religious individual, though not in such an extreme manner like some people. In other words, he wouldn't exactly go to church every Sunday. He would often quote phrases and sayings and even stories from the bible that would fit in to a situation he was in, usually just to offer a little insight and advice to any one who so needed it.
When not working as a mercenary Ethan prefers to partake in much simpler activities. He most common one is to take up a spot of fishing every now and then to clear his head and relax him a little, a habit he picked up back in Ireland at an early age. He likes to exercise regularly to keep himself in good shape and in some way it was a way of reminiscing on the training schedules he would frequently run through when he was in the military, making him feel like he was at least still doing some good for himself. He also considers himself quite the mechanical wizz, fascinated with machinery such as cars or power tools and would often dabble in to them if he ever had the spare time for such things.
History:
Ethan was born from an Irish descent in the city of Dublin, the son of two friendly bakers who were well known in the city for their optimism and dedication to their cooking. Right from the start Ethan had made it clear to his parents that he did not wish to follow in their footsteps and had instead formed a fond attachment to a small group of British Soldiers who would occasionally pass through the city and even stop for something to eat and drink from his parents bakery. They would hail him with adventurous tales of heroism and bravery from the front lines of a battlefield, filling his head with thoughts of wonder and determination. By the time he had reached the age of seventeen and having shown no interest in any other career choice in his life other than the army, Ethan left for Britain late in the night against his parents wishes, determined to return to his home as a self proclaimed hero.
Unfortunately however, things weren't exactly going to go as planned for Ethan. At first he felt as though he was on top of the world and truly invincible, having easily passed the various number of tests and requirements in order to apply for the army. His first mission involved the escort of a platoon of soldiers along the outskirts of Iraq so they could rendezvous at a secured British army base half way up into the mountains. The mission went off without a hitch and Ethan had been well noted for his use of tactical coordination a long the route. He accomplished mission after mission almost perfectly every time, rising up in the ranks at a breath taking pace. But then, just a few days before his nineteenth birthday, things went very wrong for him. Ethan had been given command over several scouting unit's to survey an crucial enemy base in order to leak information back to his superiors.
But due to an error on his part, the entire mission quickly turned from a reconnaissance mission into a full fledged battle. His entire unit was brutally wiped out before his very eyes and it was only by pure luck that he managed to escape, the sight of the slaughter he had just witnessed now forever burnt into his brain. By the time he returned back to base in Britain, Ethan quickly took up the habit drinking large quantities of alcohol, degrading into nothing more than your typical alcoholic. He was discharged from the military soon after this however, leaving Ethan with nothing more than his inner demons. Disgraced and ashamed, he could not possibly bring himself to return home after his name had been published to every major news outlet in the world. So for nearly six months he did the only thing that he could do at the time. Drink more and travel all over the world until he found some sort of purpose in life.
Then one day he found himself waking up upon a lorry after another one of his usual nights of constant drinking. This lorry, however, was no ordinary lorry, for it seemed to be transporting a number of high tech equipment to an unknown location. How he got inside or why he was inside for that matter was unknown to him. He eventually arrived in Blood City and from there he was quickly drawn in to the city's shady settings, mostly by becoming a freelance mercenary and offering his services to anyone who paid highly enough for his services and his reputation regarding his military experience usually bagged him many clients. Since then, Ethan had given up drinking and focused more on his job to become a more effective fighter, vowing to never make the same mistake as he had made with his squad years ago.
Race:
Human
Friends:
Not many, only fellow mercenary's.
Weapons:
M4 Assault rifle.
