Post by Savant on Mar 14, 2013 4:16:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;] PERSONAL FILE HIGHLY CLASSIFIED AND CONFIDENTIAL GENERAL INFORMATION NAME: Brian Durlin ALIAS: Savant GENDER: Male AGE: Early 30s OCCUPATION: Mercenary ALIGNMENT: Bad (can be neutral) AFFILIATION(S): Suicide Squad PHYSICAL PROFILE HEIGHT: 6 feet WEIGHT: Two-hundred pounds EYES: Ice blue HAIR: Blond CLASSFICATION: HUMAN - badass UNUSUAL FEATURES: -- BEHAVIOR PROFILE Savant is a wild card. The only thing that can be trusted about the merc is his unpredictability. He has no strong sense of honor or loyalty, he mainly looks out for himself only; he has even been known to turn down a hefty check for his own self preservation. Though Savant has no one he's truly one hundred percent loyal to he will at times repay a debt to those he finds worth repaying, given Savant's competitive nature there's not really many people he views worthy. The man is a killing machine and thoroughly enjoys his job, often making light of life or death situations or treating the act of murder as little more than a game. Savant is hardly ever serious and though he's all able saving his own skin he can be quite reckless and come off as not all too worried about his own well-being. He often jokes in the face of danger, picks fights with other mercenaries, and has even gone up against the US government's number of covert teams once or twice. Savant is extremely cocky and vain; given his great natural skill and aptitude he feels he has every reason to be just as arrogant as he wishes to be. This also causes him to come on strong and bluntly to members of the opposite sex, his feelings are hard as stone and his ego as large as the Sun, thus fear of any rejection is nonexistent. This all makes Savant basically carefree, worry-free, and an awesome badass who enjoys a good murder here or there. DOCUMENTED HISTORY Savant is the rich heir to a large fortune, but was inevitably disowned by his father for his criminal actions. He then left his home Europe for America, coming to Gotham City in an effort to become a vigilante. He set out to stop an arsonist, stopping him while Batman saved the victims still inside. Batman then condemned his vigilante activities, citing that while Savant had the skills for it he didn't care about the people he was saving. Savant then set out building a world wide black mailing organization, blackmailing everyone from senators to kings. However blackmail did very little to make use of Savant's full range of skills. Batman was right about him, he didn't care about the people he had tried saving and Savant realized that was because he didn't care about saving people. The whole reason he had thrown his hat into the vigilante race was for an excuse to kick ass and take names. But there was an easier way to to that, and get paid for his troubles. Turning to those he'd blackmailed in the past Savant began leasing himself out to them, knowing full well (through his abuse of knowledge on these men) that they had quite the laundry lists of enemies. His career as a mercenary took off overnight and Savant became a sensation in the seedier realms of the world. Men like Deathstroke and Deadshot were perceived as the best, but those two men always seemed to have something of a moral compass hidden next to their full metal jackets; Savant on the other hand would slay the elderly, women and children! He's just that kind of bastard. Savant was later arrested and made into one of the new recruits for the Suicide Squad. He is apparently killed on Amanda Waller's orders after failing the initial test of the new members, but appears alive and well some short time later. POWERS AND ABILITIES KNOWN POWERS: Savant has no powers; besides being ruggedly good looking KNOWN ABILITIES:
STRENGTH LEVEL: Above average WEAKNESSES:)
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EXAMINATION RECORD "Your target has gotten word of your arrival, expect some resistance." Savant nodded at the unneeded prattle in his ear. Whether there was resistance or not matter very little to the mercenary. He didn't spend hours upon hours collecting data and mapping out a game plan, that was for those with no innate skill. All Savant needed for a job well accomplished was his gut and natural born ability to fight and kill. "And please try to keep your sustained injuries to a minimum. You're already on your sixth spleen." Yeah, well my ticker has been a little wonky lately, might try for a new one of those. There was no response from the voice on the other end, his handler had had enough of him already. New record? Savant's lips shifted into a smirk before his gloved left hand reached for the mask on his head and pulled it down over his face. The door before him was opened and the rushing air quickly disheveled Savant's hair much to the mercenary's chagrin. Leaning backward toward the pilot Savant shouted to be heard over the loud wind that now rushed all around them, "As soon as I step foot out of that door you haul ass outta here. I'm not gonna have a chopper on my bill. Not another one." It was drop time now. The state of the art chopper circled Savant's destination for just a moment and the man in the blue body suit could tell the message he'd gotten was correct; there was definitely resistance. Without hesitation Savant dove out of the helicopter, his body turning to one side to avoid the rocket propelled grenade that'd been fired up at him and his ride. Savant glanced overhead briefly, the chopper jerked through the air but otherwise was unscathed; the pilot followed orders well. Savant free fell toward a large mansion that was surrounded by a field of lush green grass, grass that was currently being trampled by the armed men who stood ready to defend their castle from the coming invader. The RPG was discarded, now the men leveled rifles up at the sky; from the distance they appeared to be M4s. Luckily for Savant this meant mainly three round burst; much better chances than if he faced fully autos. With a skilled roll through mid-air Savant grabbed his semi-automatic pistol from the holster under his right arm and began to fire. A multitude of bullets whizzed past the falling merc but his concentration did not falter as he aimed out his targets. Bullets struck flesh, red mist flew, men in dark suits fell, "And the green grass grows all around." Savant quipped as his feet touched the ground, his parachute falling tenderly to the grass behind him. With careful steps not to step in deadman Savant crossed the bodies on the lawn and neared the steps of the mansion ahead. His pistol was back in its holster and there it would remain, for as Savant crept up the short steps leading to the luxurious home's front door he armed himself with but a bowie knife. The door flew open and someone rushed out at him, instinct flared up and Savant ducked the haymaker thrown at him, dragged his knife under the man's exposed armpit, removed it from the flesh and reintroduced it this time to the base of the back of the man's neck. All in the blink of an eye. The body only crumpled under itself once Savant had yanked it free for a second time. Peering into the house he saw his wealthy and frightened mark raced up a winding staircase. Savant entered the abode and found himself with a legion of underlings placed between he and his target. Savant flipped his knife around in hand and smirked behind his mask, "Well well, must be my birthday. Who wants their tail pinned on first?" subject examined by Doctor Cyber | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 40px;] S A V A N T |
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