Post by Hunter Kieff on Mar 31, 2015 4:35:35 GMT
Amestrian militant/alchemist
Hunter David Kieff
Please remedy my confusion...
FULL NAME:
→ Hunter David Kieff
AGE:
→ 20
RACE:
→ Human
SEX:
→ Male
BIRTH PLACE:
→ Amestris
NATIONALITY:
→ 1/2 Amestrian, 1/2 Drachman
DATE OF BIRTH:
→ 13 JAN 2020
→ Hunter David Kieff
AGE:
→ 20
RACE:
→ Human
SEX:
→ Male
BIRTH PLACE:
→ Amestris
NATIONALITY:
→ 1/2 Amestrian, 1/2 Drachman
DATE OF BIRTH:
→ 13 JAN 2020
PICTURE: 
→
HEIGHT:
→ 6'2"
WEIGHT:
→ 196 lbs
DESCRIPTION:
→ Hunter is a tall and lean individual built for more high speed low drag types of confrontations rather than feats of raw power. He's fully capable of operating under a full combat load like any member of the military should, but someone shouldn't expect to see him being the one carrying the damn machine gun up and down every hill. When it comes to pure lifting power, Hunter can handle up to 1.75 times his bodyweight without killing himself in the process. Go any further than that and he'll bitch and moan every step of the way. It'll get carried, but be prepared to hear a never ending stream of complaints. It's not because he doesn't think himself capable of handling such weight, he just wants to see how long it takes his superior to crack and make him pass it off.
He wont.
→
HEIGHT:
→ 6'2"
WEIGHT:
→ 196 lbs
DESCRIPTION:
→ Hunter is a tall and lean individual built for more high speed low drag types of confrontations rather than feats of raw power. He's fully capable of operating under a full combat load like any member of the military should, but someone shouldn't expect to see him being the one carrying the damn machine gun up and down every hill. When it comes to pure lifting power, Hunter can handle up to 1.75 times his bodyweight without killing himself in the process. Go any further than that and he'll bitch and moan every step of the way. It'll get carried, but be prepared to hear a never ending stream of complaints. It's not because he doesn't think himself capable of handling such weight, he just wants to see how long it takes his superior to crack and make him pass it off.
He wont.
PERSONALITY:
→ Hunter Kieff's personality is similar to a wolf if one were to compare him to an animal. He's fiercely loyal to his friends and family and will do anything to ensure that they're protected from outside threats. But aside from that, those in his unit would probably call him an asshole. He's an arrogant, lazy and oftentimes pissed off man that will not hesitate to fight someone over something small if caught at the wrong time. The few people that even consider him a friend will swear up and down that he's a good person that will look out for anyone when it counts, but people who haven't seen him in action will probably doubt their words.
Fuck them.
LOVE:
→ Caffeine
→ Nicotine
→ Alcohol
→ Things That Go Boom
→ Hand to Hand
HATE:
→ Rank Structure
→ His NCO's
→ Standby
→ Being Busted Down
→ Twice
ALIGNMENT:
→ Neutral Good
STRENGTHS:
→ [GRUNTSTYLE] Hunter is extremely well off when it comes to close to mid ranged combat due to his experience in the Infantry.
→ [HE'S GOT HIS, I'VE GOT MINE] When working in teams, Hunter does whatever he can to ensure the men to his left and right are all in good shape before he takes care of himself. It's this personality trait that allows him to lead effectively.
→ [PUMP ME UP] Even in the most dire situation, Hunter will try his hardest to keep the morale up. He could crack a joke with rounds flying uprange, scream something stupid while assaulting an objective. Anything it takes to keep people from destroying themselves before the enemy could even have their shot.
→ [DON'T LET ME DOWN] Good luck getting him to tap out. Once the fight is on, Hunter won't let off until either he or his opponent quits moving. Don't be mistaken though. He'll never put his ego before the lives of his teammates.
→ [CAN I PUNCH HIM?] Hunter's brawler fighting style may seem stupidly easy to counter, but the moment he's underestimated is the moment his fist finds your jaw.
→ [WAIT, WAIT, LET ME STAB HIM.] Knives are fun.
→ [FUCK IT, I'LL USE ANYTHING] If it's not riveted down, chances are Hunter will try to hit someone with it. This brings mixed results.
→ Hunter Kieff's personality is similar to a wolf if one were to compare him to an animal. He's fiercely loyal to his friends and family and will do anything to ensure that they're protected from outside threats. But aside from that, those in his unit would probably call him an asshole. He's an arrogant, lazy and oftentimes pissed off man that will not hesitate to fight someone over something small if caught at the wrong time. The few people that even consider him a friend will swear up and down that he's a good person that will look out for anyone when it counts, but people who haven't seen him in action will probably doubt their words.
Fuck them.
LOVE:
→ Caffeine
→ Nicotine
→ Alcohol
→ Things That Go Boom
→ Hand to Hand
HATE:
→ Rank Structure
→ His NCO's
→ Standby
→ Being Busted Down
→ Twice
ALIGNMENT:
→ Neutral Good
STRENGTHS:
→ [GRUNTSTYLE] Hunter is extremely well off when it comes to close to mid ranged combat due to his experience in the Infantry.
→ [HE'S GOT HIS, I'VE GOT MINE] When working in teams, Hunter does whatever he can to ensure the men to his left and right are all in good shape before he takes care of himself. It's this personality trait that allows him to lead effectively.
→ [PUMP ME UP] Even in the most dire situation, Hunter will try his hardest to keep the morale up. He could crack a joke with rounds flying uprange, scream something stupid while assaulting an objective. Anything it takes to keep people from destroying themselves before the enemy could even have their shot.
→ [DON'T LET ME DOWN] Good luck getting him to tap out. Once the fight is on, Hunter won't let off until either he or his opponent quits moving. Don't be mistaken though. He'll never put his ego before the lives of his teammates.
→ [CAN I PUNCH HIM?] Hunter's brawler fighting style may seem stupidly easy to counter, but the moment he's underestimated is the moment his fist finds your jaw.
→ [WAIT, WAIT, LET ME STAB HIM.] Knives are fun.
→ [FUCK IT, I'LL USE ANYTHING] If it's not riveted down, chances are Hunter will try to hit someone with it. This brings mixed results.
WEAKNESSES:
→ [THE FUCK YOU JUST SAY?] It doesn't take a whole lot to get under Hunter's skin and goad him into a fight he can't possibly win.
→ [LANCE CORPORAL DON'T KNOW] Ever wonder why he can't get a damn promotion? It's because he's too damn stubborn to follow someone else's directions. This could get him, or someone close to him, killed.
→ [WOULDN'T HIT A KID] If he finds himself in a situation where he's forced to fight someone under the age of eighteen, it'll do some real damage to his psyche if he won. Shit, he wouldn't have the heart to fight anyone after that.
→ [THIS IS WHY I DRINK] Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is a real thing when you're in a profession like Hunter's. Shit, he gets paid to shoot and get shot at. Watching your brothers die without being able to lift a finger in their aid is terrifying. And those moments left deep mental scars.
→ [WHAAAAAAAAAAT?] Stealth is a problem as he's beginning to go deaf in his right ear. He hides it pretty well, but if you want his attention, go to the left side.
→ [PULL OVER GIRL, THAT ASS IS TOO FAT] Easily distracted by the sexy. It's almost pitiful.
→ [DRACHMANS NEED THEIR WATER] Hunter is a (barely) functional alcoholic. Feed him enough liquor and he's yours to do whatever with.
→ [GOLDEN SKATE] If he thinks the task he's given is 'Bitch Work' chances are that it won't get done.
HISTORY:
"When you're a kid, you see all of those parades when the warfighters and everyone else roll by. Their uniforms are pressed with edges you could cut a finger on. Their chests adorned with ribbons, medals and badges signifying all of the good they've done for our country. And every time they rolled past me, I was awestruck, you know? I wanted to be like them, do what they did. I wanted to do everything in my power to earn that uniform. Little did I know that the metal on their collars and chests came with a lot of weight..."
Hunter paused to light the cigarette he had clamped between his lips and took a long drag, pausing to take one last inhale in order to completely fill his lungs before exhaling a large plume of sweet mentholated smoke,
"I'm sure I've already told you this, but I enlisted as soon as I hit seventeen. I had the itch, man... The bug. I had everything I needed to join their ranks, and I finally reached that last step. Boot camp was easy, the supplemental training was easy. Shit, even getting hazed in the barracks by the saltier guys was pretty fuckin' easy. All of that shit was nothing compared to the shit that went down on the western border. We and the Cretans my have reached a form of peace, but that didn't keep small militant groups that hated everything about us from popping up."
"And how did you react when it was finally your turn to deploy?"
Hunter chuckled at the question and took another drag, "I was fuckin' ecstatic. It was finally my turn to go out and get some." He said, shaking his head, "Fuck, was I stupid."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"There were four of us on patrol in that area. I was just a seventeen year old private at the time. We had Corporal Riggs, Lance Corporal James and Private First Class Marks. For a while it was quiet, you know? Not shit going on save for the occasional gunshot somewhere too far off for us to worry about. But for some reason it just didn't feel right... There weren't any people in the streets, no goods being sold in the stores. It wasn't like any other time we went through the town. And as the point man I should have fuckin' caught on way sooner."
"When you're a kid, you see all of those parades when the warfighters and everyone else roll by. Their uniforms are pressed with edges you could cut a finger on. Their chests adorned with ribbons, medals and badges signifying all of the good they've done for our country. And every time they rolled past me, I was awestruck, you know? I wanted to be like them, do what they did. I wanted to do everything in my power to earn that uniform. Little did I know that the metal on their collars and chests came with a lot of weight..."
Hunter paused to light the cigarette he had clamped between his lips and took a long drag, pausing to take one last inhale in order to completely fill his lungs before exhaling a large plume of sweet mentholated smoke,
"I'm sure I've already told you this, but I enlisted as soon as I hit seventeen. I had the itch, man... The bug. I had everything I needed to join their ranks, and I finally reached that last step. Boot camp was easy, the supplemental training was easy. Shit, even getting hazed in the barracks by the saltier guys was pretty fuckin' easy. All of that shit was nothing compared to the shit that went down on the western border. We and the Cretans my have reached a form of peace, but that didn't keep small militant groups that hated everything about us from popping up."
"And how did you react when it was finally your turn to deploy?"
Hunter chuckled at the question and took another drag, "I was fuckin' ecstatic. It was finally my turn to go out and get some." He said, shaking his head, "Fuck, was I stupid."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"There were four of us on patrol in that area. I was just a seventeen year old private at the time. We had Corporal Riggs, Lance Corporal James and Private First Class Marks. For a while it was quiet, you know? Not shit going on save for the occasional gunshot somewhere too far off for us to worry about. But for some reason it just didn't feel right... There weren't any people in the streets, no goods being sold in the stores. It wasn't like any other time we went through the town. And as the point man I should have fuckin' caught on way sooner."
TRIVIA:
→ Prefers liquor to beer.
→ Tequila makes his clothes come off.
→ Cigarettes trump cigars.
→ Let him bum a smoke, he's bound to warm up.
→ Can't dance.
→ Enjoys sampling cuisine from around the world.
→ Doesn't enjoy recovery time spent on the toilet.
LANGUAGES:
→Amestrian(darkred), Drachman(amber)
Cretan(electric)
→ Prefers liquor to beer.
→ Tequila makes his clothes come off.
→ Cigarettes trump cigars.
→ Let him bum a smoke, he's bound to warm up.
→ Can't dance.
→ Enjoys sampling cuisine from around the world.
→ Doesn't enjoy recovery time spent on the toilet.
LANGUAGES:
→Amestrian(darkred), Drachman(amber)
Cretan(electric)
ALIAS:
→ Hunter. Like always.
OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Nada
CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Ross is still a bitch.
MILITARY RANK:
→ Lance Corporal
FACE CLAIM:
→ Hunter. Like always.
OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Nada
CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Ross is still a bitch.
MILITARY RANK:
→ Lance Corporal
FACE CLAIM:
none - Tetsuo420 - @username
