Post by Felix Falora on Jan 5, 2008 12:51:58 GMT -5
Full Name: Michael Bergeron
Nicknames: The Ultimate Weapon
Age: 15
Height: 6'1
Weight:
I'm fat, ok? Not Cartman fat, but definently overweight.
Gender: Male
Race: Genetic Experiment
Alliance: Evil
Home: The U.S.A
Franchise: The Ultimate Weapon, a story I'm gonna be working on.
Physical Description: I have curly brown hair, amber eyes, and I'm built BIG! I can wear anything, but my most common look is a black Harrahs jacket with a hood and a black shirt with the Grim Reaper on it. I wearkahki pants and velcrow gray shoes. I also wear glasses with magnetic clip-on sunglasses lens.
Weapons: Anything I fine.
Abilities/Powers: I have no powers, but I can use any fighting style and any weapon at a masters proficiency.
Skills: Fighting and killing
Personality: I've always been quiet, seclusive, and lonely, locked away in a silent rage that's been bubbling up inside of me. After the genetic experiment, I became sociopathic, violent, and deadly. I cared for no one else. I loved no one else. I became selfish, greedy, and I grew a love for death and destruction.
History: I was born your regular boy in Louisiana. I attended all of my schools, but I was not the smartest kid. People picked on me for the way I was. Doctors had diagnosed me as a retarded individual, one who could not get his emotions in task. However, within time, I was able to overcome that problem. That was before the incident, however. People made me mad with their constant taunts and actions. One grabbed a book out of my hand, one of my favorites, and ruined it by throwing it into a rain puddle. I was devestated and pissed off most of my life. People called me an emo. Online, due to my beliefs and views, I was flamed and condemned. It was a living Hell. Was there anyone who loved me? But no. The world was not made for love. Only hate... Only war. And then, when I was 13, they came... the scientists... They took me away, performed tests upon me, put different genetic strands into me. I was violent. I was overcome with pain and hatred. And when the tests were done, I was let go. The first thing I did in my freedom... was kill them all. I saw the power I had in that one glorious moment and I decided I would use it... I would cleanse this world of all those infedels who had decided to destroy me... No, I would cleanse the world of everyone... I would make it perfect... I would be the sole survivor of a world enveloped in war and chaos.
Other: Be lucky I'm nicer in real life. Yep, I'm fecking insane. X3
Picture:
My Christmas Concert Look
God I needed to shave.
I miss the old bike.
Nicknames: The Ultimate Weapon
Age: 15
Height: 6'1
Weight:
I'm fat, ok? Not Cartman fat, but definently overweight.Gender: Male
Race: Genetic Experiment
Alliance: Evil
Home: The U.S.A
Franchise: The Ultimate Weapon, a story I'm gonna be working on.
Physical Description: I have curly brown hair, amber eyes, and I'm built BIG! I can wear anything, but my most common look is a black Harrahs jacket with a hood and a black shirt with the Grim Reaper on it. I wearkahki pants and velcrow gray shoes. I also wear glasses with magnetic clip-on sunglasses lens.
Weapons: Anything I fine.
Abilities/Powers: I have no powers, but I can use any fighting style and any weapon at a masters proficiency.
Skills: Fighting and killing
Personality: I've always been quiet, seclusive, and lonely, locked away in a silent rage that's been bubbling up inside of me. After the genetic experiment, I became sociopathic, violent, and deadly. I cared for no one else. I loved no one else. I became selfish, greedy, and I grew a love for death and destruction.
History: I was born your regular boy in Louisiana. I attended all of my schools, but I was not the smartest kid. People picked on me for the way I was. Doctors had diagnosed me as a retarded individual, one who could not get his emotions in task. However, within time, I was able to overcome that problem. That was before the incident, however. People made me mad with their constant taunts and actions. One grabbed a book out of my hand, one of my favorites, and ruined it by throwing it into a rain puddle. I was devestated and pissed off most of my life. People called me an emo. Online, due to my beliefs and views, I was flamed and condemned. It was a living Hell. Was there anyone who loved me? But no. The world was not made for love. Only hate... Only war. And then, when I was 13, they came... the scientists... They took me away, performed tests upon me, put different genetic strands into me. I was violent. I was overcome with pain and hatred. And when the tests were done, I was let go. The first thing I did in my freedom... was kill them all. I saw the power I had in that one glorious moment and I decided I would use it... I would cleanse this world of all those infedels who had decided to destroy me... No, I would cleanse the world of everyone... I would make it perfect... I would be the sole survivor of a world enveloped in war and chaos.
Other: Be lucky I'm nicer in real life. Yep, I'm fecking insane. X3
Picture:
My Christmas Concert Look
God I needed to shave.
I miss the old bike.
