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Height: 6'4" Weight: 170lbs. Hair: grey Eyes: one green, one grey Known Alias(es): Madman, Cowboy Wade, Crow Last Known Location: Kovar, Texas Distinguishing Marks: Back tattoo (Grim Reaper on the shoulders, over a tree and water, with Unforgiven in old english lettering underneath), tattoo on each wrist (a pentagram on the right, a cross on the left, each rounded with barbed wire, usually hidden under leather bracers) Known Relatives: Timothy Stanton (oldest brother, deceased), Raymond Stanton (next oldest brother), David Stanton (nephew), Jade Stanton (niece), Lilith Devereux (niece) Combat Abilities: Expert marksman with handguns ( 9mm, .357 cal, .40 cal, .45cal, dual pistol weilding and fast draw), sniping expertise, expert in Kali knife combat, three martial styles known ( master of Chinese boxing, excellent skill at Jui jitsu, and proficient in Jeet Kun Do) The youngest brother of Tim and Ray, he never went into the military like them. He was trained by their father, as well as various outside instructors, though he left home to hit the roads at the age of twenty one. He worked all around the country as a bouncer in bars and clubs, as well as running with Hell's Angels and local gangs in the cities he passed through, also as a hunting guide in Colorado, Kentucky, and Montana, and a ranch hand in Texas. He only returned home twice, for breif periods. Once for Tim's funeral, once when "D." was younger. Wade is a farly good natured sort, loves his alcohol and women, having vast amounts of each in his time. He still counts himself as a ladies man, but womanizer would suit this nomad better. He knows people and can read them easily. He's not shy by any means and speaks his mind, wanted or not. He has no love for the Syndicate or the Vincetti mob, but he doesn't claim strict loyalty to the Devereux clan either. His only ties are to his blood, who he'll fight till he drops dead for. He helped in the Massacre in Kovar, of the Smiling Jacks and the twenty well armed men they brought. The trio, "D.", Victor, and himself, left the entire ghost town a burning mass in the night. No longer able to lay low in the old town, he's returned to New Orleans, to watch his nephew's back, give his old brother some hell, party as much as possible, and kick a little ass while he's at it. He may be getting on in years, but he damn sure won't take shit from anybody. |