Post by Othorious on Sept 24, 2010 23:52:47 GMT -5
Name: Fesnaan
Age: 24
Race: Trianii
Birth place: Trian
Height: 6'11
Weight: 237 Lbs
Eye Color: A Bright Yellow
Hair Color: Well...He kinda doesn't have hair, but he has fur on his head! See Appearance for more details.
Appearance: His fur is a dark mix of black and gray, swirling to create various patterns along his body, (kinda like a calico) with his catlike ears always perked up, as if listening to some unheard sound. He wears a tight form-fitting body suit, which covers his legs and torso. Along with a large durasteel breastplate over his upper chest, leaving the suit showing on his lower stomach. On his left shoulder is a large durasteel Pauldron, which covers his entire shoulder, and some of his upper arm. A large gauntlet covers his left hand, wrist, and some of his arm, while his right arm is left bare. He wears no type of foot wear, usually going everwhere barefoot, but, in a dangerous area, where feet could get seriously damaged, he wears plated boots, with enough room for his claws. His body suit also comes with a hood, enabling him to conceal 80% of his head, and is also used in cold climates (Which he dislikes).
Personality: Sneaky, Tenacious, not to mention Loyal. This large cat-life fellow will serve who ever he is serving under until the dirty deed be done, no matter what the deed may be. He does however, have a strong distaste for killing children, or unarmed woman, he mostly prefers armed men, he loves a worthy battle. When he is faced with a large challenge, he will analyze the situation, and deal with it accordingly. He suffers from dramatic swings in his mood when in combat, if he's injured of surprised, his primal instincts will kick in, a very deadly event for his opponent, for only few survive this sudden onslaught.
Profession: Bounty Hunter/Merc
Skills:
1:Sniper's Arm: Fesnaan is able to accurately use a Sniper Rifle, and when he locks on a target, he usually never misses.
2:Repair: Fesnaan is able to repair everything from a broken gun, land speeder, to a small starfighter, which allows him to fix up something quickly in a jam.
3:Computer Use: Fesnaan is able to use a computer terminal, to access files, open doors, deactivates security systems, and other various computer based Skills.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: 0 (Or it depends on the person who Hires him)
Ship Name: 'Warrior's Fury'
Bio:
Password: VORNSKR!!!
RP Sample:
The city. Bustling with life, aliens of all kinds traversed these streets, going out their normal lives, not even knowing of the deadly assassin hiding in the highest balcony. Fesnaan sighed, Another rival of another buyer, same old stuff, when will it ever get interesting?. He glanced again down at the massive crowd of people trying to go about their normal days in this overcrowded street. He reached over, and quickly snatched his Sniper Rifle up from where he propped it, quickly making sure it was working in perfect order, and quickly got into his most comfortable position for sniping. He scanned the crowd with the scope, eyeing out every alien there, trying to find his target.
The boss gave not much detail on his target, but from the info given to him, it was a Human, blonde hair, blue eyes, a dark tan, Not much to go on, but hell…Whatever, He can do this… He scanned the nearby buildings for another good hour, his boss tipped him that the target lived somewhere near here, but where, This is getting ridiculous, I should’ve gotten more info before taking this jo-…Wait a second, Is that him? He quickly zoomed in on the human, Matches the description…I guess it’s him, Hell, Here goes nothing- Damnit, he went into the building, Damnit! Where’d he go-…Oh there he is….carefully….carefully He thought to himself, and slowly pulled the trigger, the crosshairs right on the back of his head.
His shot was as true as ever, the plasma bolt sailed through the air, shattering the window in front of the target, and ramming squarely on his head. The impact caused the back of the man’s head to explode, sending blood and gore all over the window, even though most of the impact wound was cauterized by the shot. Fesnaan chuckled, he had installed a recording system in his scope, so he could tape the whole killing, and bring it back to the boss, and collect his credits.
“Nother one bites the dust…” He quickly mumbled as he disassembled his Rifle, packed it in his pack, and took off down the turbolift behind him, hopefully not alerting anyone to his position, he always loved this job, it’s always too easy.
Age: 24
Race: Trianii
Birth place: Trian
Height: 6'11
Weight: 237 Lbs
Eye Color: A Bright Yellow
Hair Color: Well...He kinda doesn't have hair, but he has fur on his head! See Appearance for more details.
Appearance: His fur is a dark mix of black and gray, swirling to create various patterns along his body, (kinda like a calico) with his catlike ears always perked up, as if listening to some unheard sound. He wears a tight form-fitting body suit, which covers his legs and torso. Along with a large durasteel breastplate over his upper chest, leaving the suit showing on his lower stomach. On his left shoulder is a large durasteel Pauldron, which covers his entire shoulder, and some of his upper arm. A large gauntlet covers his left hand, wrist, and some of his arm, while his right arm is left bare. He wears no type of foot wear, usually going everwhere barefoot, but, in a dangerous area, where feet could get seriously damaged, he wears plated boots, with enough room for his claws. His body suit also comes with a hood, enabling him to conceal 80% of his head, and is also used in cold climates (Which he dislikes).
Personality: Sneaky, Tenacious, not to mention Loyal. This large cat-life fellow will serve who ever he is serving under until the dirty deed be done, no matter what the deed may be. He does however, have a strong distaste for killing children, or unarmed woman, he mostly prefers armed men, he loves a worthy battle. When he is faced with a large challenge, he will analyze the situation, and deal with it accordingly. He suffers from dramatic swings in his mood when in combat, if he's injured of surprised, his primal instincts will kick in, a very deadly event for his opponent, for only few survive this sudden onslaught.
Profession: Bounty Hunter/Merc
Skills:
1:Sniper's Arm: Fesnaan is able to accurately use a Sniper Rifle, and when he locks on a target, he usually never misses.
2:Repair: Fesnaan is able to repair everything from a broken gun, land speeder, to a small starfighter, which allows him to fix up something quickly in a jam.
3:Computer Use: Fesnaan is able to use a computer terminal, to access files, open doors, deactivates security systems, and other various computer based Skills.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: 0 (Or it depends on the person who Hires him)
Ship Name: 'Warrior's Fury'
Bio:
(Not So) Humble Beginnings: Birth to 10 :
Fesnaan was born on Trian in 3625 BBY, where he learned the ancient customs of the Trianii. Fesnaan tried to make friends, but because of his darker fur texture, he was teased and punished for being 'different'. The village Fesnaan grew up in was full of light colored cubs, with interesting and eye dazzling orange and yellow fur patterns, yet Fesnaan was black and gray, which caused un-needed hostile attention from the other Trianii cubs. He was always getting into scraps and fights with the other Trianii Cubs, but easily being beat down. This lead to harsh rivalries, Fesnaan always trying to outdo the other cubs, who easily ganged up on him everytime he tried to achieve at something. He quickly found an interest in slingshots, using small stones to snipe birds off of the trees.
At the age of 6 he found some friends, some of the other bullied cubs in his settlement. They banded together, and tried to fight back against the Bullies, but ultimately failed again and again. As Fesnaan aged, so did his ability to use his slingshot, he had almost perfected it, but... it still needed some tweaking. One day, while he was trying to perfect his slingshot attacks, he was ambushed by the rival cubs, who destroyed his prized slingshot, and beat him into the ground. Fesnaan was forced to rebuild his Slingshot, but everytime he tried, the other cubs would beat him again, and destroy the one he was building.
At the age of 10 he had perfected a seemingly flawless way of fighting just using a slingshot, and was finally teaching those bully Cubs a lesson. During one of the battles between the cubs, the rival cub's ringleader, Paanib, called Fesnaan out, challenging him to a one on one battle in two moons (Two Days!). The two days passed quickly, with Fesnaan trying to familiarize himself with fighting, while not using the slingshot of course! Fesnaan arrived on the hilltop that would serve as their battlefield, with dozens of other cubs coming to watch Fesnaan get his ass beat by Paanib.
Paanib easily got the advantage over Fesnaan (Who again, was better at ranged fighting than Melee fighting) easily beating him down into the dirt, yet he wouldn't give up. Fesnaan took beating after beating, trying to show them he wouldn't back down to some bully. With each punch, Fesnaan got angrier, and angrier, and angrier, he was bound to explode, and release his anger on Paanib. THWACK! Paanib flew back, blood spewing from his mouth and nose, as the cubs watched in awe at Fesnaan, who landed the punch. From that day onward, Fesnaan found new friends, gained new respect, and he never had to worry about Paanib ever again.
At the age of 6 he found some friends, some of the other bullied cubs in his settlement. They banded together, and tried to fight back against the Bullies, but ultimately failed again and again. As Fesnaan aged, so did his ability to use his slingshot, he had almost perfected it, but... it still needed some tweaking. One day, while he was trying to perfect his slingshot attacks, he was ambushed by the rival cubs, who destroyed his prized slingshot, and beat him into the ground. Fesnaan was forced to rebuild his Slingshot, but everytime he tried, the other cubs would beat him again, and destroy the one he was building.
At the age of 10 he had perfected a seemingly flawless way of fighting just using a slingshot, and was finally teaching those bully Cubs a lesson. During one of the battles between the cubs, the rival cub's ringleader, Paanib, called Fesnaan out, challenging him to a one on one battle in two moons (Two Days!). The two days passed quickly, with Fesnaan trying to familiarize himself with fighting, while not using the slingshot of course! Fesnaan arrived on the hilltop that would serve as their battlefield, with dozens of other cubs coming to watch Fesnaan get his ass beat by Paanib.
Paanib easily got the advantage over Fesnaan (Who again, was better at ranged fighting than Melee fighting) easily beating him down into the dirt, yet he wouldn't give up. Fesnaan took beating after beating, trying to show them he wouldn't back down to some bully. With each punch, Fesnaan got angrier, and angrier, and angrier, he was bound to explode, and release his anger on Paanib. THWACK! Paanib flew back, blood spewing from his mouth and nose, as the cubs watched in awe at Fesnaan, who landed the punch. From that day onward, Fesnaan found new friends, gained new respect, and he never had to worry about Paanib ever again.
The Later Years: 11-17
Fesnaan lived happily for the next few years, hunting, tending to the village's needs, and even spying out a potential mate., but that would all change…when they came. Humans, they arrived in the early dawn, and surprised the village, killing many of Fesnaan brethren. He and his friends fought bravely to defend the village, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the Human's forces, and imprisoned on the heavily armored Human barge. Fesnaan and his friends were hauled off, where an unknown destiny awaited them. Fesnaan tried to fight off the Humans as they proceeded to 'bound' them, but to no avail, he was silenced with a quick and harsh smack with the butt of the rifle to his face. He awoke about an hour later, his face still hurt from where the rifle hit him, but he was no longer bound, but in a extremely small prison cell.
Weeks passed, weeks of uneventful space travel, locked in a tiny 4x4 Cubical cell. During his long travel, he could hear the mournful moans of dozens of other species aboard the ship. Where were they taking him, he couldn't say, but he knew it was trouble. Suddenly, the ship lurched and shuddered, and bright, harsh sunlight blared through the prison cell's viewport. Suddenly the cell doors unlocked slowly, as armed guards forced the bound captives out, and off the ship. Before he could handle it all, all of the prisoners were hauled off, and taken into a large dome like structure of an unknown desert planet. As he approached, he heard the sounds of cheering, and a grim realization dawned on him, it was an arena.
His captors led the gaggle of prisoners down, deep down into the bowels of the arena's underbelly, where a massive cell block awaited them, the cells connected to the arena floor. He was shoved into a larger cell, but still as dismal and depressing as the cell on the prison transport. At least these cells had barred doors, so the prisoners could actually see each other, and at their demented jailers, lightly armed aliens of a mixed variety. Right before his eyes, some of the new warriors cell floors started to rise up, up, up, up, right to the arena floor. Silence… an awkward uneasy silence, which for what appeared to have lasted for an agonizing eternity, until sounds of battle, the cheering of the crowd, and the sounds of death cut through that silence violently.
Suddenly, Fesnaan's cell started to rise up, terror and panic flickered through his mind. Sand and light greeted him as the arena floor above him opened, the sounds of mad cheering growing rapidly louder as his certain demise approached. As his entire body came into view of the crowd, the sunlight swirling uneasily with his dark fur, he felt out of place in this land of sand and sun. Suddenly, a grate at the far end of the arena slowly opened, a clearly confused and terrified female Twi'lek, wearing only tight and torn rags, which barely covered any of her form.
A large horn sounded at the north end of the packed arena, and a very bulbous Hutt slithers out onto the highest balcony, uttering a throng of words and phrases in a language Fesnaan couldn't even begin, not to mention try, to understand. The Twi'lek apparently had no trouble understanding the Hutt, as far as Fesnaan knows, this was a battle to the death. With a soft click, his binders feel with a dull thud to the barren floor, as did the Twi'lek's, and they quickly eyed each other, slowly circling, waiting, watching each other's movements. An seemingly endless pause occurs, Fesnaan's mind racing, he had never done anything like this, then, she rushed him.
The Twi’lek with masterful speed, much like a creature racing toward it’s prey, and Fesnaan was the Twi’leks prey! He barely was able to step to the side in time, and on pure instinct, he reached out, and snagged the Twi’lek by the lekku, yanking her back towards the way she came. The Twi’lek was completely caught off balance, and tumbled back as soon as Fesnaan released her lekku, causing her to tumbled over herself. Fesnaan’s primal instincts kicked in, and he pounced on her, using his sharp claws to swiftly and easily rend her flesh, creating long and deep slash marks against her unprotected body, across her chest, legs, arms, face, everywhere was not safe from his feline claws.
Very quickly the gasped shouts of the crowd turned into cheers of bloodlust, witnessing the grisly scene below them with sadistic glee. Fesnaan was suddenly a new favorite in the arena, everyone wanted to see his ferocious maulings, encouraging him to mutilate his opponent to bits and pieces if flesh. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, months turned to years, all with the same scheme. Fesnaan listened to battle, he experienced battle, he soon hungered for battle, easily overpowering his opponents quickly and viciously. Those acts of brutality quickly allowed Fesnaan to soar through the ranks of the warriors, becoming a revered warrior, not to mention one of the longest lasting warriors in the arena.
Weeks passed, weeks of uneventful space travel, locked in a tiny 4x4 Cubical cell. During his long travel, he could hear the mournful moans of dozens of other species aboard the ship. Where were they taking him, he couldn't say, but he knew it was trouble. Suddenly, the ship lurched and shuddered, and bright, harsh sunlight blared through the prison cell's viewport. Suddenly the cell doors unlocked slowly, as armed guards forced the bound captives out, and off the ship. Before he could handle it all, all of the prisoners were hauled off, and taken into a large dome like structure of an unknown desert planet. As he approached, he heard the sounds of cheering, and a grim realization dawned on him, it was an arena.
His captors led the gaggle of prisoners down, deep down into the bowels of the arena's underbelly, where a massive cell block awaited them, the cells connected to the arena floor. He was shoved into a larger cell, but still as dismal and depressing as the cell on the prison transport. At least these cells had barred doors, so the prisoners could actually see each other, and at their demented jailers, lightly armed aliens of a mixed variety. Right before his eyes, some of the new warriors cell floors started to rise up, up, up, up, right to the arena floor. Silence… an awkward uneasy silence, which for what appeared to have lasted for an agonizing eternity, until sounds of battle, the cheering of the crowd, and the sounds of death cut through that silence violently.
Suddenly, Fesnaan's cell started to rise up, terror and panic flickered through his mind. Sand and light greeted him as the arena floor above him opened, the sounds of mad cheering growing rapidly louder as his certain demise approached. As his entire body came into view of the crowd, the sunlight swirling uneasily with his dark fur, he felt out of place in this land of sand and sun. Suddenly, a grate at the far end of the arena slowly opened, a clearly confused and terrified female Twi'lek, wearing only tight and torn rags, which barely covered any of her form.
A large horn sounded at the north end of the packed arena, and a very bulbous Hutt slithers out onto the highest balcony, uttering a throng of words and phrases in a language Fesnaan couldn't even begin, not to mention try, to understand. The Twi'lek apparently had no trouble understanding the Hutt, as far as Fesnaan knows, this was a battle to the death. With a soft click, his binders feel with a dull thud to the barren floor, as did the Twi'lek's, and they quickly eyed each other, slowly circling, waiting, watching each other's movements. An seemingly endless pause occurs, Fesnaan's mind racing, he had never done anything like this, then, she rushed him.
The Twi’lek with masterful speed, much like a creature racing toward it’s prey, and Fesnaan was the Twi’leks prey! He barely was able to step to the side in time, and on pure instinct, he reached out, and snagged the Twi’lek by the lekku, yanking her back towards the way she came. The Twi’lek was completely caught off balance, and tumbled back as soon as Fesnaan released her lekku, causing her to tumbled over herself. Fesnaan’s primal instincts kicked in, and he pounced on her, using his sharp claws to swiftly and easily rend her flesh, creating long and deep slash marks against her unprotected body, across her chest, legs, arms, face, everywhere was not safe from his feline claws.
Very quickly the gasped shouts of the crowd turned into cheers of bloodlust, witnessing the grisly scene below them with sadistic glee. Fesnaan was suddenly a new favorite in the arena, everyone wanted to see his ferocious maulings, encouraging him to mutilate his opponent to bits and pieces if flesh. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, months turned to years, all with the same scheme. Fesnaan listened to battle, he experienced battle, he soon hungered for battle, easily overpowering his opponents quickly and viciously. Those acts of brutality quickly allowed Fesnaan to soar through the ranks of the warriors, becoming a revered warrior, not to mention one of the longest lasting warriors in the arena.
Then to Now: 18-23
This was the highlife for Fesnaan, killing worthless opponents, being known throughout the Arena as “Savagrus, Killer of Mortals”, gave him a very high lookout on life. Nothing could stop him, Nothing! That is until…he was actually beaten…
He was beaten, finally, after years of winning matches, becoming famous, it had all crumbled, just like that. Fesnaan lay bloodied, the mighty Wookiee’s form casting a ghastly shadow across the broken Trianii. The crowd was displeased with Fesnaan, a plethora of Booos Rang out from the crowd, instead of chanting his name, they chanted the Wookiee’s name, Yarbacca or something along those lines. If he didn’t fight back quickly, he would be sentenced to death, and that…was a very, very, VERY bad thing. The Wookiee picked up the execution halbard that was presented via another trapdoor that brought weapons/captives up from the underbelly of the arena, this was it…all his fame, all his revered battles skills, gone… just like that.
Just as he was about to accept his fate, a horn rung out, stopping the Wookie dead in his tracks, causing Fesnaan and the Wookie to look up at the highest balcony in confusion. The Hutt appeared to be conversing with a quite overweight human, the Hutt grinned in delight at something, and quickly announced into the comm system. He couldn’t believe it… he was being sold, but…to whom? Guards escorted him into the wealthy looking apartment complex in the main spire, quickly greeted by the Hutt, and the portly man. Apparently the man studied Fesnaan’s fights, and decided at the last moment to buy him from the Hutt, and use him as somesort of bodyguard, Fesnaan wasn’t really listening to them, he was concerned about what his future held, if he still had a future at all.
Fesnaan quickly followed the man (bound in chains of course, for insurance reasons) onto his luxury Yacht, which awaited them in a large private spaceport just east of the Arena, opposite of the even larger public spaceport. Once aboard, he was quickly placed in a small cell, bring back memories of the first time he was captured, and taken to the arena, now he was in a similar cell, but being taken away from the arena. Just like the first trip in a small cell, it was uneventful, no one talked, he was fed more often than the prisoner transport, but it was bland as ever.
He was asleep when the ship landed, but unlike the Prison Transport, he barely felt the landing process in the large Yacht, and fell flat on his face as the guard unlocked his cell. They quickly griped his shoulders, and dragged his body off the ship, and onto a large repulsorlift vehicle, which speeded off towards a large manor like structure in the distance. He was forcefully yanked from the vehicle, and pulled into the large metallic behemoth of a fortress, where his fate still remained unknown to him.
Fesnaan’s troubled faded as all was explained to him, the wealthy baron who bought him plans to make him a better warrior, able to handle the most common weapons in the known galaxy, firearms. He trained under various others who the Baron had collected, Fesnaan took a mental note of all the aliens, a Rodian, Twi’lek (Some blood filled memories there), a Togruta, and a gaggle Humans, of various sizes, shapes, and hair styles. There he trained, learned the most basic of firearm combat, winding his way up the learning pole, learning how to use a sniper rifle, a more common repeater rifle, and even a missle launcher. He wasn’t so good at first, quickly falling behind the others, but he soon caught up, not becoming the best, but a pretty good hand at a Sniper Rifle. He also learned mechanics, and advanced technology skills, like to hack, work a normal computer terminal, and many other helpful skills.
During the night, one of the guards who protected the Baron, killed the Baron in his sleep, apparently part of a crime syndicate who wanted the Baron dead. With no one to teach him anything, Fesnaan hijacked one of the Baron’s small transports, and blasted off the world, heading into a whimsical adventure of epic proportions that can only be described very very very soon.
He was beaten, finally, after years of winning matches, becoming famous, it had all crumbled, just like that. Fesnaan lay bloodied, the mighty Wookiee’s form casting a ghastly shadow across the broken Trianii. The crowd was displeased with Fesnaan, a plethora of Booos Rang out from the crowd, instead of chanting his name, they chanted the Wookiee’s name, Yarbacca or something along those lines. If he didn’t fight back quickly, he would be sentenced to death, and that…was a very, very, VERY bad thing. The Wookiee picked up the execution halbard that was presented via another trapdoor that brought weapons/captives up from the underbelly of the arena, this was it…all his fame, all his revered battles skills, gone… just like that.
Just as he was about to accept his fate, a horn rung out, stopping the Wookie dead in his tracks, causing Fesnaan and the Wookie to look up at the highest balcony in confusion. The Hutt appeared to be conversing with a quite overweight human, the Hutt grinned in delight at something, and quickly announced into the comm system. He couldn’t believe it… he was being sold, but…to whom? Guards escorted him into the wealthy looking apartment complex in the main spire, quickly greeted by the Hutt, and the portly man. Apparently the man studied Fesnaan’s fights, and decided at the last moment to buy him from the Hutt, and use him as somesort of bodyguard, Fesnaan wasn’t really listening to them, he was concerned about what his future held, if he still had a future at all.
Fesnaan quickly followed the man (bound in chains of course, for insurance reasons) onto his luxury Yacht, which awaited them in a large private spaceport just east of the Arena, opposite of the even larger public spaceport. Once aboard, he was quickly placed in a small cell, bring back memories of the first time he was captured, and taken to the arena, now he was in a similar cell, but being taken away from the arena. Just like the first trip in a small cell, it was uneventful, no one talked, he was fed more often than the prisoner transport, but it was bland as ever.
He was asleep when the ship landed, but unlike the Prison Transport, he barely felt the landing process in the large Yacht, and fell flat on his face as the guard unlocked his cell. They quickly griped his shoulders, and dragged his body off the ship, and onto a large repulsorlift vehicle, which speeded off towards a large manor like structure in the distance. He was forcefully yanked from the vehicle, and pulled into the large metallic behemoth of a fortress, where his fate still remained unknown to him.
Fesnaan’s troubled faded as all was explained to him, the wealthy baron who bought him plans to make him a better warrior, able to handle the most common weapons in the known galaxy, firearms. He trained under various others who the Baron had collected, Fesnaan took a mental note of all the aliens, a Rodian, Twi’lek (Some blood filled memories there), a Togruta, and a gaggle Humans, of various sizes, shapes, and hair styles. There he trained, learned the most basic of firearm combat, winding his way up the learning pole, learning how to use a sniper rifle, a more common repeater rifle, and even a missle launcher. He wasn’t so good at first, quickly falling behind the others, but he soon caught up, not becoming the best, but a pretty good hand at a Sniper Rifle. He also learned mechanics, and advanced technology skills, like to hack, work a normal computer terminal, and many other helpful skills.
During the night, one of the guards who protected the Baron, killed the Baron in his sleep, apparently part of a crime syndicate who wanted the Baron dead. With no one to teach him anything, Fesnaan hijacked one of the Baron’s small transports, and blasted off the world, heading into a whimsical adventure of epic proportions that can only be described very very very soon.
Password: VORNSKR!!!
RP Sample:
The city. Bustling with life, aliens of all kinds traversed these streets, going out their normal lives, not even knowing of the deadly assassin hiding in the highest balcony. Fesnaan sighed, Another rival of another buyer, same old stuff, when will it ever get interesting?. He glanced again down at the massive crowd of people trying to go about their normal days in this overcrowded street. He reached over, and quickly snatched his Sniper Rifle up from where he propped it, quickly making sure it was working in perfect order, and quickly got into his most comfortable position for sniping. He scanned the crowd with the scope, eyeing out every alien there, trying to find his target.
The boss gave not much detail on his target, but from the info given to him, it was a Human, blonde hair, blue eyes, a dark tan, Not much to go on, but hell…Whatever, He can do this… He scanned the nearby buildings for another good hour, his boss tipped him that the target lived somewhere near here, but where, This is getting ridiculous, I should’ve gotten more info before taking this jo-…Wait a second, Is that him? He quickly zoomed in on the human, Matches the description…I guess it’s him, Hell, Here goes nothing- Damnit, he went into the building, Damnit! Where’d he go-…Oh there he is….carefully….carefully He thought to himself, and slowly pulled the trigger, the crosshairs right on the back of his head.
His shot was as true as ever, the plasma bolt sailed through the air, shattering the window in front of the target, and ramming squarely on his head. The impact caused the back of the man’s head to explode, sending blood and gore all over the window, even though most of the impact wound was cauterized by the shot. Fesnaan chuckled, he had installed a recording system in his scope, so he could tape the whole killing, and bring it back to the boss, and collect his credits.
“Nother one bites the dust…” He quickly mumbled as he disassembled his Rifle, packed it in his pack, and took off down the turbolift behind him, hopefully not alerting anyone to his position, he always loved this job, it’s always too easy.
