Walter!

Full Name: Walter!
Nicknames: I said my name's Walter, damn it. I'll shoot your fucking head in if you call me anything else.
Age: 29
Height: I dunno. I guess I'm around 6'3''?
Weight: Shut up. I'm very healthy.
Gender: Guy.
Race: I'm better than a human. Humans suck.
Alliance: Wha? Shut up.
Home: D.C. Washington, that is.
Franchise: Killer 4 Hire (Original Story)
Physical Description: I'm extremely awesome-looking and shit. I have red hair, and not many people have hair as bright-red as mine. It's cool. Better than yours, probably. My suit's kinda shabby; a li'l dirty. Got some coffee stains on it, I dunno. I've been told I'm handsome. I'm guessing it's true, cause a few dudes have said it.
Weapons: My lucky Colt Peacemaker. But I'm not picky-- I'll kill you with anything.
Abilities/Powers: Those are for losers. Give me a good, old fashioned killing any day.
Skills: Murder, I guess? I can murder real good.
Personality: From Walter Mackinzie's psychological profile: "It is difficult to tell if Walter is generally insane or simply faking it. It is impossible to know what will provoke him or if he will even be provoked. He does seem to have a few psychological constances-- a deep, irrational hatred of liars; and a bizzare indifference to the violence he creates. For instance, he treats his assassinations with the same ammount of seriousness as when a snack is stuck in the vending machine. Interestingly, he uses a gun in both scenarios. As for his hatred of liars, even the slightest unintentional slip-up can cause him to turn violent. Still, he is a welcome change from the constant barrage of angsting killers I usually recieve. That being said, I still wish Walter would stop pointing that gun at me all the time."
History: I was born in a country you've never heard of. Screw you for not knowing geography. I got shipped to America by some Executioner Agents in my country for training ASAP. It was fun. There were, like, four other kids there with me.

Nothing real important's happened in my life. I'm just an assassin. I don't know what happened to the other kids who were in my training group-- I'm pretty sure they're still alive, I just don't know who they are.

A few years ago, I was hired to kill some European guy. Through a series of events I still don't fully understand, some punk named 4 came after me after I killed the dude. So this 4 guy, the nerve of him, actually beat me in a fight-- he shot my fucking hand! I mean, damn!

I haven't seen 4 since. Apparently, the dude only takes jobs from the American leader of the Executioners. But I'll run into him again. And my hand's all better. Catch my drift?
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