Daniel Farrow
Names - Angel Rose; Daniel Farrow
Alias - The Silver Cat
Age - 36
Apparent Age - Greyness and wrinkles imply age upwards of forty.
Sex - Male
Race - Human, White American
Height - 5'9"
Weight - 145lb
Eye Colour - Faintly silver
Hair Colour/Style - Was once black but greyness has spread through his long, unkempt curls. Thick but free-flowing, and covers his ears, brushing his neck.
Skin Colour/Complexion - White; pale.
Job: Assassin
Appearance -
Farrow is slim, but muscular, particularly in his arms and legs. His long, grey hair, wrinkled face and unkempt beard and moustache (also grey, but only slightly more than stubble) age him beyond his years.
He typically wears a fully black set of clothing: lightweight boots; trousers tight around the heel yet loose enough for full manoeuvrability (as is needed for his job); a black tight shirt underneath a light long-sleeved top. When on a job he'll wear a mask to conceal his identity also, and gloves.
On the rare occasions he ventures outside for more conventional purposes (or under such a guise) he'll wear ordinary blue denim jeans, with hiking boots and choose from a collection of grey t-shirts he owns. He has been also known to wear a brown beanie and black leather jacket if it's windy or particularly cold outside.
Weapons -
Usually a medium sized combat knife (13 inch incl. 8 inch blade) that slips into a holster on his left hip (due to his right-handedness) but also typically carries a pair of smaller knives strapped to the outside of his right thigh and left calf.
He is trained to use a number of guns and larger melee weapons (for example, pistols, snipers, swords and staffs) and sometimes has to use the former in his line of work, and even more occasionally the latter when forced to improvise.
Armour -
Beyond his clothing his sometimes wears a Kevlar ballistic vest that offers some protection against slash and stabbed attacks and some gunfire, although it is still wholly penetrable.
Possessions -
A Nokia N70, kept turned off at home in a drawer
A picture of his mother and father on their wedding day, kept in the same drawer
Lock picks, which he keeps on him at all times
Strengths -
Fairly strong, extremely quick and agile. Farrow has extraordinary prowess at stealth-work due to his light-footedness and cleverness, coining the nickname "Silver Cat", which also highlights his age compared to a lot of younger assassins.
He extremely efficient in melee combat as well as with guns, but is particularly adept with knives. He can also pick locks (as implied by his carrying lockpicks).
Farrow is also extremely intelligent and, although not particularly knowledgeable, is quite perceptive when it comes to peoples' expressions and emotions, and can easily tell when he is being lied to.
Weaknesses -
Due to his size, he can be overpowered by heavier, stronger opponents and usually uses speed, agility and a well-timed retreat to survive when the numbers or odds are stacked against him. He is also beginning to get older and, despite being in great shape and is not particularly limited in his executions, he does lack the stamina he once had.
He also does not have a working knowledge of anything except that which he needs to. Beyond everything, he is also human--he has no special powers and is susceptible to the common cold no less than anyone else.
Personality -
He is a silent person - he has learnt to be self-sufficient, and throws himself wholeheartedly into his work. He has a rather dark sense of humour, and despite his blunt honesty does not inspire loyalty in people well, and does not have many friends.
He enjoys killing people, but only if he the price and reason is right. He has no qualms about killing women, but children are a grey area that he prefers to not test himself with.
Farrow is not afraid of pain, or death, but is deathly afraid of water. He cannot swim and never generally needs to, but if a situation where it was a necessity were to arise, it would end poorly for him.
History -
Annabel Rose was a sweet girl. Her parents loved her; so did her boyfriend and all of her many friends. She got straight A's, didn't drink or do drugs. She was still a virgin--'until marriage', as her mother had always taught her. She was an excellent ballet dancer, and all her instructors knew that one day she'd be a big star.
On Monday the 8th of November, 1976 as she walked home from ballet practice at an unusually late 10:59PM, Annabel noticed a man stop her. She was on a busy road in the heart of New York City, walking home to her parent's apartment only ten minutes away--she was not afraid; she'd never needed to be. The man wasn't large, but seemed muscular. He had a bushy beard, and smelt odd. His eyes were a a darkness Annabel merely regarded as black.
In a stark, raspy voice he asked her for the time; sweetly she smiled and glanced at her watch--the last thing she saw before he hit her was the small hands strike eleven on the watch she had gotten for her seventeeth birthday--mere days ago.
She woke up in an alleyway just before midnight without her clothes, her purse or her virginity. She stumbled half the way home completely naked, covered in bruises and blood until she was found by her worried parents.
Nine months later, Annabel Rose died in childbirth. With his conception, Angel Rose took from his mother her family, who abandoned her; her boyfriend, who resented her; and her future, which eluded her. With his birth, he took her life. The midwives named him after his mother last words: " Little Angel."
For the next seven years, Angel lived with a foster family. He led a normal childhood, for the most part--he never developed any friendships and was particularly socially awkward, which led to him being homeschooled.
It was during lunch with his foster father that the next eventful chapter of Angel's life unfolded. A muscular man, clean shaven with eyes a deep black came into the house and, without a word, struck down Angel's foster parents and took him. Despite his vehement struggling, he was put into the back of a van and never knew suburbia or normality again.
The man was James Farrow--not only his mother's rapist, but Daniel's (as he would now be known) father. The man explained to his son that he was his real father, and over the next decade indoctrinated his son to believe that his mother was indeed a whore whom he had slept with, rather than a girl he had raped. James Farrow also taught his son how to fight--he, like his son would be, was an assassin for an underground organisation called the Primal Renegades.
Several years later his father was killed on a job, and Daniel Farrow had the pleasure of making his first assassination that which his father could not do. Since then, Daniel's stealth and prowess at his job have earnt him the nickname "The Black Cat", which since then, due to his age has become "The Silver Cat". Daniel to this day does not know the truth regarding his parents.
[I understand the history will seem somewhat rushed, so I'd appreciate feedback on that especially--to be honest I just wanted to post a character so I can get back on my way to roleplaying again :)]
07-06-2012, 01:18 AM
