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This is a tribute to a character deceased upon 2/22/03 at 12:56 am |
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*The gruff voice of annoyance resounded from the darkness where a man leaning against the wall tossed the occasional ribbon of cigarette smoke into the air* You think you know me? ...You think you want to know me? *A mocking note entered now, arousing a chuckle from the man's throat that melded into the next words seamlessly* Fine then, I haven't the moral obligation to restrain your curiosity. Come, let me enlighten you; let me corrupt you. *From the wall the man's posted foot pushed, urging him forward. Visibly clad in a crimson leather trenchcoat and black slacks he proceeded fourth, a trail of smoke widening like a contrial in his wake* |
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Drakken as a child was fairly normal, average grades throughout middle-school and a fair share of friends. Finding one who didn't like him was rare. Schoolwork however was beginning to bore him, and while his interest faltered in such worldly subjects, strategic games such as chess caught his interst. Developing his strategic mind, school was soon completely forgotten. In the tenth grade he dropped out, and after having taken threats of disowning him a little to seriously, moved away from home. On the streets alone he quickly adapted the necessary abilities to steal. Able to buy clothes and food, he still couldn't hope for a home. A local gang soon picked him up. |
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Learning the hierarchy and respecting it, he was soon well liked there as well. And so he quickly rose in the ranks. This gang never attempted murders, but still served as a stepping stone for Drakken's upcoming career. Registered by the state as a lost child, he would never again hold a real job. And so he resigned himself to his fate, and with his contacts quickly amassed an arsenal of guns. His strategic mind has aided him in many a gunfight and also in evading the cops afterwards. Eventually Drakken bloomed into full gangster-hood, and had a name for himself on the streets. Gabriel Simms recognized this, and Drakken was given his first partnership. Drakken's dark nature ended this, yet they remain friends. |
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Drakken Ferral |
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Occupation- Murderer, Rapist, thief, terrorist, vigilante.
Current Employer- None
Previous Employer- Riley Simms/Gabriel Simms
Partners/Friends(alive)- Gabriel Simms, Riley Simms, John (no last name available), Marshall Hues
Enemies(alive)- None
Height- 6'1"
Weight- 215
Age- 36
Eye Color- Bronze
Hair Color- Dirty blonde
Birthplace- Newark, New Jersey
Clothing- A crimson leather trenchcoat (kevlar interwoven), black boots, black cargo slacks, a brick red turtleneck worn beneath the trench. Circular sunglasses are generally worn, lenses tinted bronze.
Strength level- Strong human.
Intelligence level- Strategic genius, regular knowledge level that of a high school student.
Strengths- Melee brawl, strategy, close-quarters pistols, sniping
Weaknesses- No less than regular for human (come on now, I can't spill all the beans ~_^)
Car- McLaren F1, platinum paintjob, golden rims, yellow underglow, bronze tinted windows.
Weapons- Taurus .454 Raging Bull(2), CZ 75 Select Fire(2),
Barret M-82A1, AKS-74(1), TUMA MTE 5.56 x 23.5
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Nobody really knows why, but Drakken prefers revolvers. This is his Raging Bull, his primary weapon. |
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For more high-risk missions he recognizes the advantages of a quicker firing weapon. This is his TUMA MTE. |
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Whatever his primary weapon for the outting may be, his CZ's are always tucked away for plan B. |
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Every cool guy needs a cool ride, right? Okay... maybe Drakken isn't cool. But then, the ride isn't that great either. Gets the job done, gunners can sit in the back |
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"The only thing that comes to a sleeping man is dreams..." |
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How does such a badass die? |
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