Alexi Tyran
Black Ops Assassin
Name: Alexi (Alex-see) Raylin Tyran
Age: 24
Race: Quasi-immortal (Cannot die—or cannot be kept dead unless certain conditions are met. Quasi-immortals DO age, however, and eventually die of old age.)
Occupation: Part of a group called “SanctorVista”, government-sanctioned assassins who carry out special “Black-Ops” missions. Each assassin in the group has a different trait or set of traits that make them perfect for special jobs. Since Alexi is a quasi-immortal, he is charged with daylight/extremely dangerous jobs.
Gender: Male
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5 Feet, 9 inches
Weight: 148lbs
Weapons:
Dysme (black) and Aurora (silver) (Dusk, in Greek and Dawn in Latin, respectively). Both powerful, heavily modified, semi-automatic. They are strong enough to keep a person floating in the air if the bullets fired in timed succession. Alexi wields them with great efficiency and extreme accuracy and prefers to use them than to use sniper rifles, since a single headshot from Dysme or Aurora can put someone out of their misery. Each gun has the SanctorVista symbol on their handles.
CRKT M-16 pocket knife just for backup. He can be extremely deadly with this, even more so than he would be with a katana, and as a result can usually overcome an opponent with one using just this knife.
His fists and legs can also be classified as lethal weapons. He IS an expert in unarmed combat and is able to disable a strong opponent within a second or two. Although, his movements show that he focuses on grace, fluid, chained manoeuvres and speed rather than strength.
Strengths:
Alexi is an amazing, extremely agile and efficient fighter, whether wielding knives or guns, he moves swift and his attacks are accurate. There is little room for failure. He fights with grace and his attacks are fluid. He takes being “like water” to heart, and as a result, can easily backstab someone because of his always friendly disposition, even to his enemies. Because of his quasi-immortality, he cannot die, even if he’s blown apart from the inside out. However, the more damage done is the more time it will take to heal, and the blood he lost during that damage would need to come back to him. For example, if he was blown apart from the inside out, all of his pieces and blood would have to gather (they crawl back by themselves), and...that could take quite some time. His eyes are also dubbed "eagle eyes" since they can see much farther than the normal eyes could, this is how he's able to 'snipe' with his pistols.
Weaknesses:
Alexi, after all, is still susceptible to pain and damage. Even though he can regenerate, it takes some time depending on the damage, and even if he’s still ‘alive’ after the damage is done, he can still feel pain and might not be able to move depending on where you damage him. If for some reason he’s wounded or ‘killed’ he cannot regenerate if his blood is somehow taken away and kept sealed. He is almost over-confident because of his abilities, and even though his attacks are graceful and deadly, he places some emphasis on flair and style when fighting. He also has extremely bad luck when it comes to bets and games of chance.
Skills:
Gunslinger: Alexi wields his guns, or any gun for that matter, efficiently. His eyes are sharp and able to view quite far--and doesn't really need a sniper to take down a far-off target. He is extremely skilled with
Gun Kata, a firearm-based martial art. The concept is described as so:
"Through analysis of thousands of recorded gunfights, the gunslinger has determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battle is a statistically-predictable element. The Gun Kata treats the gun as a total weapon, each fluid position representing a maximum kill zone, inflicting maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents, while keeping the defender clear of the statistically-traditional trajectories of return fire. By the rote mastery of this art, your firing efficiency will rise by no less than 120%. The difference of a 63% increased lethal proficiency makes the master of the Gun Kata an adversary not to be taken lightly."
Flair: He emphasises on style when fighting, especially close-ranged combat, even with guns. He is agile and swift to match, and can imitate to an extent, the moves that parkour practitioners do. He can imitate it, but is not extremely skilled at them, and sometimes will fall flat on his face and wait for his broken nose to regenerate.
Appearance:
Along with the SanctorVista symbol he has tattooed on his back. He also carries cellphones that break continuously, mostly by accident; since he’s always getting shot at/falling/diving into water, he’s always had to replace his cellphone, which is one thing he receives orders from. The other things are payphones, but cellphones are more convenient.
He also drives a red, heavily modified and tweaked
Audi Locust Concept.
Personality:
Alexi is incredibly unflappable, never seeming to be outwardly fazed by anything. He always seemingly has a friendly and cheery disposition, even in the face of his enemies, where his attitude and his sometimes sarcastic or optimistic lines become insults. Generally, he is witty, sometimes mouthing off to the most powerful enemies, even with that smile on his face.
“Like water; it can move and flow gracefully—nothing is softer than water, yet it can overcome the rock. It can be calm at one moment and then come down in torrents the next.”
Although he places extreme emphasis on style and grace when fighting/gunslinging, he is not very vain, but cares about how he looks; usually buying new clothes right after a job. He’ll walk right into the store even if there’s blood on his clothes. Friends can become his targets quite easily, once he’s asked to target them. It is then where he gets the job done without toying or hesitating. Alexi enjoys his job—he enjoys killing...to an extent. He can also be classified as a vigilante other than an assassin and will readily help other people by fighting off their attackers, or even stopping robberies. He won’t kill when being a vigilante, unless the person asking for it was about to do something really bad (like rape or murder), instead, he’d just disable them with a few unarmed moves. However, if the person is a target, he will readily kill them: man or woman. Children are entirely off his list. He is also polite enough to grant some last requests from his targets, but they’d have to be small requests, or requests that make an impact (like researching to find out something pertaining to the job). Alexi also has no qualms about breaking any law, and will gladly do so to do his job. Getting in trouble with the police is just a minor bump in the road. He also has the tendency of using different foreign languages when talking, or even in the midst of an English sentence; but small words like oui, si, da, non and others.
Bio:
Sometimes I ask myself... “Why am I standing here, smirking... in the middle of the road, in the dead of night?” The answer is always simple, but I like to ask the question, anyway. It gives me something to think about. Hm? No, I’m not a homeless person, it’s not like that. The streetlights are pretty dim, but if you look at my clothes, they’re not at all dirty or torn. My car’s over there, parked behind that old advertising billboard.
The vehicles blowing past feel really good, and there’s hardly any noise except when there’s some guy quarrelling or honking for me to get off the white line. I don’t respond, but smile as they go past... they’re not really worth paying attention to right now.
Hmm... I wish my radio was here to sing along to.
What’s that...? More about me?
I’m sorry, that’s... classified.
...
Alright, alright. I see you’re really persistent. I suppose I could tell you a story, I think I have the time.
My name is Alexi Raylin Tyran and I was born in the year... Wait, no, those things are classified, too. I could tell you to forget my name, but it doesn’t really matter; you won’t find a trace of me anywhere. Just think of me as a...part of the government. Let’s see...
I grew up on the streets. Parents...? I don’t know, they abandoned me somewhere... I didn’t have a name, but I learned to fight on the streets; knife fights, mostly. It helped to protect yourself from the bigger fish in the pond. Anyway, you’re living on the streets, you see some crazy ****. Crooked cops were the worst, though. They kept it up until they earned the sharp end of my rusty old knife when I was ten, at least.
Well that didn’t go unheard of, and they took me in. It turns out, a set of the fancy, higher up... ‘government agents’ were in the station that day. When I broke free, they tried to stop me and I took them out with the least moves. It took a good few men to hold this little kid down and a few more to knock me out. When I came to, the agent had taken me into this white room.
Yes, sounds cliché, I know.
But they had a rematch with me. All at once. I beat them all again without them laying a hand on me.
Others were observing me, they insisted that I had ‘potential’, but they’d have to straighten me up first, and give me a name. So... I was adopted into a family, and they gave me my current name. It wasn’t very hard to teach me manners and educate me a little, I was a good learner.
At sixteen they took me to train me... but...they didn’t have to train me much. I already grasped unarmed combat and knives, and agility pretty well. They just expanded on those while teaching me to be efficient with computers and a variety of guns.
But...that’s not the reason I got this ‘job’. When I was younger, before the knife fighting, I had taken refuge in an old, burnt out building that was in an alleyway. In the ruins there were bottles of some liquor... apparently saved when some beams criss-crossed over the crate and saved it from falling debris.
The bottles looked old... at least a few decades old. I, in my naivety, thought I could kill myself by drinking till I burst open. It turned out that this wasn’t really liquor... but it did keep me out of commission for a good few days.
As for what the liquor did to me, that’s classified.
But the effect of the liquor, along with my acquired skills bumped my position up along the ranks until I was finally this person.
My first job was Al-Raab Naraulim. Dealing with the Russians for... stuff, you don’t need to know. He was quite easy, too. Hm? You thought this should be top secret info? Al-Raab—search for him anywhere, you won’t find a trace. It’s perfectly fine to talk about people who don’t exist anymore.
My first bullet didn’t kill him... this allowed him to tell me something. I took what he said and researched it myself: the Russians were dealing with other people... the people who had adopted me. As a result, my parents were the next target.
I paid them a friendly visit.
Fast forward a few jobs and years: now, I’m here.
That’s good enough for you?
No? Well I—oh, hang on. It’s time to finish this.
Aurora does well for night jobs. I can see it in the dim lights, at least. And... The truck’s coming... One shot, the target flops over onto the steering wheel and his weight turns it right or left.
Takes a second to stretch out my arm and aim... and at this moment, I am God. I hold the fate of another in my hand. It’s too bad... because if I delve deeper into that thought, I am not God at all... I’m just following orders.
And with that...
BANG!
Ah... the shouts and screeching of the truck tires. The massive creaking of the huge trailer overturning and crashing as the other drivers honk horns and shout, slamming their brakes. Well...that’s over with. I should get going... I have to intercept my next target in a few hours.
What’s that? You’re going to expose me? Tell the world what I did—what I’m doing?
Go ahead; it’s okay to talk about people who don’t exist, right?