Martin Gabriel Gray

Appearance

Height: Six-foot-nothing, just like God.
Weight: A hundred eighty and small change.
Eye Color: Green like money.
Skin Color: Pale, but rocking it.
Hair Color: Blacker than Satan's heart.
Hairstyle: His hair is a messy mop that he preens and plays with until the left bang falls just so over his forehead and the right hangs casually at the corner of his eye. The rest of it he keeps in a loose ponytail, which is casually messy because he never straightens the waves out of it. It goes great with his full-mouthed goatee, which is meticulously trimmed for good definition.

Facial Features: Aquiline like a Roman patrician, his face is like gazing at what women the world over have imagined to be the face of Christ returned to earth. His high cheek bones do great at accentuating his dashingly bent nose that leaves everyone wondering who could have brought themselves to damage that perfection. His full-lipped mouth has prominent dimples at either side and usually rests in a charming smirk.

Physique: He has the classic Herculean body structure that compliments his fantastic good looks so perfectly that no one can deny that he is living proof that Greek heroes slept around. His proportions, especially down under, are like the embodiment of the most fantastic military tactic ever invented: shock and awe. His hands are huge and strong, and the flocks of ladies will testify.

Mannerisms: Perfect posture, perfect grace, perfect poise, and perfectly casual style is the only combination of mannerisms he has ever needed or used. Everyone loves a winner.

Possessions

The Suit: He wears a suit (of course) and it is perfectly tailored to his fantastic body. The gunmetal grey two-button jacket and pants compliment the money green of his shirt, which is a perfect match for his eyes. His shoes are classic black, because old skill still has it and suits are the only real place to have it. Cold weather sees him in a black fedora with a gunmetal grey band, black driving gloves, and a black peacoat that reaches to mid-knee and hugs his body.

The Gun: He carries a heavily customized Colt 70 series pistol with modifications to the barrel, trigger, loading assembly, and an added laser sight and compensator. The entire thing is classic silver with a black grip and fires custom-made, competitive .45 millimeter bullets. He has wood, silver, and ordinary lead bullets. He has one handmade ‘special bullet' that he created personally. He has yet to test it, but it is going to be freaking spectacular.

Abilities and Magic

[Shaman] – (Untapped)
His father was a Navajo, his grandfather was a half-trained shaman, and somewhere in his family history there was a really impressive navajo shaman whose magical talents he inherited. He has some extra from his maternal ancestry, but that has more to do with killing things than healing things, which is just as awesome but not quite as socially acceptable. He has yet to really get a grip on his shaman powers, since he still needs a powerful metaphor to use them effectively.

Strengths

(Awesome) – He overflows with awesome. He is charming, handsome, and overall a totally fantastic person. He knows it and he uses it to the greatest possible good: getting laid and doing things he enjoys for obscenely large quantities of money.

(Marksman) – He could probably shoot the wings off a few dozen fruit flies from a couple dozen yards if there was a significant amount of money or sex wagered on it. He could also do it for the hell of it, but that lost its fun the first few times he did it. People are even easier.

(Fighter) – Beating things to a pulp is like sex: the goal is to use the human body in such a way that the other person has trouble or simply cannot stand, and it becomes much more impressive if they die from it. He is fantastic at sex. Fighting comes just as naturally.

Weaknesses

(Bad) – He is a bad, bad man.

(Enemies) – He has some bad, bad enemies.

(Learning) – He has yet to completely harness his own badassery, and in the meantime he needs to rely on his as-of-yet incomplete awesomeness to score women and win at everything. It can be a struggle when other badasses are involved.

Personal Information

Name: Martin Gabriel Gray
Goes By: "Oh God, yes."
Age: The age of a hot older woman, divided by half, plus seven / the age of a hot younger woman, minus seven, multiplied by two.
Gender: Male, but he has a well-developed feminine side and would love to share it with all those experimental lesbians.
Birthday: October 31.
Star Sign: Scorpio.

Personality: Martin has the timeless charisma of a Theseus, the intellect of an Odysseus, and the unbelievable awesomeness of a Barney Stinson. He bucks the social rules of society by conforming the to playboy ideal. He is obsessed mostly with sex, slightly less with money, and a bit less with ruining the lives of people he dislikes. People he dislikes are hot girls who choose not to have sex with him, anyone who likes dogs, and the doctor who circumcised him (funny story, not a good time).

Generally speaking, he is a bad person. He does bad things like killing people for money, running over dogs in extremely expensive luxury automobiles, destroying planets based on the whim of extremely hot villainesses, and purposely spilling wine on expensive suits owned by other men in order to score women. He has no moral code, except a single personal rule: no rape. He holds the fervent belief that rape is the greatest travesty any real man could commit, simply because it makes the statement that he has given up on winning with his mind and decided to use his body prematurely. The unbelievable failure of that choice disgusts him to the depths of his soul.

Creating secrets and playing with the minds of others simply for personal amusement amuses him quite a bit, so he practices daily in the off-chance that someday he will be able to do it on such a level as to shock even the writers of the Quran. He enjoys confusing people who know him by continually changing his opinion of delicate or important issues such as murder, larceny, and the use of birth control. He hates children, but probably has several so he makes it a point to never kill, maim, or have sex with anyone under the age of eight since they might be his and that would be shockingly gross (though in ten years, if he met his hot daughter, something might go down).

He likes big breasts, good butts, trim waists, and generally voluptuous appearances. He does not like eating disorders or women who own dogs and expect him to remain in the same general vicinity as their drooling, disgusting bodies. He enjoys alcohol. A lot. His behavior on alcohol could best be described as his normal behavior, except more of it and much better-delivered, like the drunken master form of being awesome. He also enjoys smoking tobacco and marijuana, though he prefers cigars over cigarettes and only chooses marijuana when he really needs to have a good day.

Biography: He was born, he was awesome, he has yet to die. That about covers the tough parts. The rest of it is basically that sometime between being born and turning sixteen he found out that he was good at just about anything he tried to do. So he picked something he liked to do, jumped town, and started doing stuff. At first it was working on the railroad, which was fun but not very fulfilling. Then he mooched off a really hot, really rich cougar in New York City while he worked on Broadway. That was fulfilling, but it got to be not very fun when the hot cougar found out he was good at having sex with more than just her.

Then he joined the Marine Corps and found out he was really good at killing things, modifying guns, and making other men feel insecure in the shower. He also found out he was great at lying and toppling foreign dictators for the hell of it. That was a fun story, but it was more of a blip on the radar of his life than anything. After he left the Marine Corps he started attending a medical school, then dropped out after the dean found out he was sleeping with all his hot female teachers and that his grade point average probably should not be counted. Then he moved to Spain, learned Spanish, and then took a tour of all the good European countries, which means he never set foot in France.

Granted, he did throw some flaming objects at their border guard station, but that incident never caught up to him.

When he was done in Europe he started finding out some cool things about magic from a guy he met in a bar in Taiwan, so he went back and had a chat with his grandfather. It turned out he had some awesome family genes that let him heal people, which was pretty damned cool. He went about trying to use magic for a while, succeeded once or twice, but then a really sexy lady with questionable sanity recruited him to do some really bad stuff. He did it, had sex with her, and it was cool, but then he found out that blowing up planets was against a few intergalactic laws, so he went on the universal-scale lamb. Next up, more awesome.