Bayman "The Animal"

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Name: Bayman "The Animal" "The assassin of steel" "The war machine"

Age: Unknown, physically looks around mid 30's

Gender: Male

Physical appearance: A large man standing at about 6'2 who always wears sunglasses during the day, even when he's in a dark room indoors. He is extremely well built however, most of his body concealed by the clothes he wears. He has a tattoo of a rabid wolf on his back. Along his right forearm, there is a tattoo that says "Say what again, I dare you." in small writing, a reference to Pulp Fiction. On his chest from a time he was in a massive state of depression, he took a knife and carved into his chest "It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything." in small lettering. His head is completely shaved so his image while working would be slightly harder to identify. Under the sunglasses are dark green eyes that seem to pierce the darkness.

Clothing of choice: A pitch black suit with a white shirt and a black tie with black dress shoes. Bayman normally wears fingerless black gloves unless its when he sleeps, which is very rarely. Around his neck is a small pendant from the melted down bullet cartridge from the first shot he ever fired in his life. Depending on what his assignment is, his outfit will change from his suit to a completely pitch black shirt with black cargo pants and a kevlar vest as well as a s10 gas mask hiding his face or anything else the job requires depending from full scale assaults or infiltration assassinations to gathering information.

Weaponry of choice: Silenced TMP 9mm sub machine gun with thirty round extended magazines (3 total)

Custom forty five caliber handguns with silencers which are kept on his person at all times with magazines holding twelve rounds per clip (6 total). (the seals of the illuminati instead of the smiley faces)


A garrote wire (that doesn't show up from scans or metal detectors) for when he's got to keep things at the lowest level possible, as well as a few combat knives and a few ballistic knives.

Race: Human

Abilities: "Enhanced interrogations" (methods of torture) superior reflexes and exceptionally skilled in hand to hand and close quarters combat. A high tolerance for pain, making him a pain in the ass to get answers out of and well trained with a large range of firearms, but specializes in small arms. Bayman's favorite forms of torture is very slowly and carefully cutting the flesh from his enemies, since a member of his family was a butcher and told him "the flesh holds no secrets."

Organization: Illuminati

Personality: Bayman is to put it simply, one crazy fuck. Normally in public he can keep a calm expression even when things start to heat up or when people yell in his face. However its almost like a split personality once you draw out his darker side. In the outside he is a friendly, laid back guy who understands most people when their pissed off for the smallest things but once you draw out the monster in him, you are a dead man. The "change" that happens inside of him. It doesn't matter who you are, if you are his target, you had better start praying that he decides to kill you quickly and not take his sweet time listening to your choir of agony. When Bayman is in this state, it seems almost like he has ended up like a sadistic sense of joy in watching the suffering of others. Though no one knows it, he will actually take a few bites out of a corpse like a wild animal would to its kill on occasions. Though a complete psychopath, is a calm, patient man who has the mental state to always put the objective first before the lives of others.

Rank: Ghost Operative

Biography: Bayman had lived a hard life in the slums of Russia. When he was just 10 years old, he learned how to pull the trigger without hesitation. However before the day he pulled that trigger with intentions to kill someone, he saw his father violently beating his mother and laughing like a mad man. Bayman, loving his mother more then anything else he had in his world before things fell apart, had dragged an electrical drill and shoved it through the right eye of his father and partly out the back of the skull. His mother had turned her back on her child. Bayman was forced to leave his home and live a life in the shadows for eight years until became 18. During those eight years he learned how to kill by any means and in order to survive, he had to be able to do it without hesitation or regret.

After fixing himself a new name which was now "Bayman", the one we know him by today, he had joined the Russian military. His superiors had seen some dangers potential hidden inside of him. He was pulled out of the standard military when he was twenty-one and was put in the Spetsnaz air born division. He was deployed in Afghanistan where he worked as a "ghost", meaning he killed P.O.I's without even being detected during each operation. Each operation until his attempt to assassinate the leader of Afghanistan. He was taken in as a prisoner and tortured violently in a attempt to gain information about his origins. Before they could execute him, he had promptly escaped and made his way to the Russian HQ, only to find that it was empty. He assumed that Russia had pulled the plug on the Afghanistan operation.

Before becoming a mercenary, he returned home to Russia and kicked in the door to his old house. Bayman stared at his "little brother" and "little sister" that his mother had with her new husband then looked back at his mother and his "father". The only thing he said was: "What, no welcome home for your eldest son?" and brutally murdered all of them. From that day forward he couldn't care less if he lives or dies, this is who he had become. "The Animal." Bayman was given an invitation into the illuminati since even unknowingly to him, his bloodline had been in their generation for years and apparently he was the next one to carry the torch; but the thing that had really managed to catch the illuminati's eye was his ability to blend in almost anywhere once he put on a uniform, thus making him a excellent infiltration agent.

RP sample: Two people sat in a very dimly lit room. The light flicked faintly like the elderly near their imminent death. A voice spoke out, cold raspy, dark. The figure opened a file with the seal of the United States on the cover. "Like I said, he's just an urban legend. That's what we thought, that's what we had told the public; but we had begin to uncover his trail. The blood. The money. Across this planet one side to another. I've followed it for years... patiently working up towards today." The man leaned back in his chair, taking a small carton of cigarettes out of his suit jacket. The male held the pack out towards the one who sat across from him; whom denied it silently. A cold hand rose to meet the butt of the cigarette as a small flame lit it. "Do you think he's more then a man? I tell you he's less. A virus. A pestilence. Who's existence we only notice by the death it leaves behind. He kills for money. Its that simple. That grotesque. He's due for a taste of his own fucking medicine... and I'm the man that's going to shove it down his throat."

The one across from the previous speaker chuckled in a dark fashion. The one across from the hunter glanced upward with a puzzled look across his face. The agent glared downward at the man. "You really should know how to treat the people you talk about with respect; even more so when your face to face with them." Bayman withdrew one of his handguns, the cold steel shining in the dim light as the silencer pushed against the stunned targets forehead and pulling the trigger before the counterpart could respond. The animal stood its full height and fixed it's suit jacket, exhaling slowly. "I fucking love my job..." He began to chuckle lowly. A moment later the door swung open; a bullet entering the cranium of the man that had opened the door, blood splattering onto the wall behind the new corpse. Bayman ran out and turned to his right quickly, firing a short burst from both handguns to cut the men in the hallway down. A moment later he reloaded both sinister forty-five calibers and put them inside his jacket and replaced him with TMP sub machine gun.

Bayman ran down the hallway, kicking upward and forward to successfully nail a target in the throat and crush the windpipe; disabling the breathing as well as the ability to communicate. The "Demon" grew a cold smirk across his face when his eyes made contact with a non-combatant in the facility he had breached. Bayman grabbed the unfortunate soul and pushed the barrel of the TMP into the bastards mouth and kept the trigger squeezed; turning them into a fine red mist.

A new figure appeared, dressed differently then the others. The human beast eyed the man as he dropped the TMP and withdrew his custom handguns, aiming carefully and pulling the trigger... CLICK. Damn, out of ammo. This however didn't stop him. The new figure pulled out two knives, wilding one in each hand. Bayman merely turned the handguns in his hands so they looked more like Tonfa's (a martial arts weapon) and took his stance. The figure moved towards him as suddenly the ammo clip dropped from one of the animals firearms and out of his wrist came a small contraction which automatically pushed a new clip into the sinister handgun with minimal effort for the wielder. In a new movement, he pelted his throat into the figure that lunged at him before turning 180 degrees with the barrel pushed against the back of his targets head. "And I saw a pale horse and he who sits upon it. Its rider's name was death; and he had bullet with your fucking name on it!"... BANG.

Are you still doing this? It looks done.

Yeah, I'm done. Ready for votes

Expand on "enhanced interrogation" and figure out a better way to say he has good reflexes, since being able to predict the path of the bullets is god mod fodder.

You can't say we don't know how you got into the Illuminati. Arcturus wants to know who he's hiring before they get in there, so there's no chance some random guy off the street is getting in without a good reason.

Alright, finally made the changes. I apologize for the wait, school has been a major stressor as well as several events that have occurred recently.

Still no explanation as to exactly what "enhanced interrogation" is and I don't like the idea of you being related to the founder of the Illuminati. That would ultimately fall under Alucard's approval, though, since he is the leader of the group.

I edited about the Enhanced interrogation methods. If requested by other admins, I will change the suspected connection in terms of relation to the founded of the illuminati.

Unless Alucard says otherwise.

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Should be interesting.

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Gotta love weapons with cute stuff on them. I'd of preferred a pony.

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Approved, Locked and Moved.