Individual
Character's full name: Kiernan McCallan
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Kier, Bloody Tash
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Date of Birth: March 5th
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Belfast, Ireland
Nationality: Irish
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Irish
Appearance
Hair color and style: Shoulder length brown hair on one half of his head, bald and scarred on the other hald.
Skin Tone: A little more pale than when we last saw him. He spends more time in forrs.
Eye Color: One brown, one damaged and scarred white.
Height:6'
Build:Trim and fit. Built to be surprisingly mobile.
Visible mutation: N/A
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Most Noticably, the right side of his face and shoulder moving down the back are covered with horrible burn scars. His tattoos, depicting irish folk tales and phantoms are mostly ruined, though he still bares a flaming P on his chest, and a scarred irish flag on the back of his neck, that ironically looks like a burning flag now.
Other features: He is missing half of the ring finger on his right hand, as well as most of his pinky. The pinky has scar marks from apparent burn wounds.
Everyday clothing style: He has two major styles. During service he is in full catholic preist regalia, and when he hunts, he often wears a long, dark coat covered in flame retardent material. Beneath that he is often still dressed like a priest.
Uniform: The one the lord asks.
Sleepwear: The one the lord gave.
Miscellaneous clothing: N/A
Character
Personality: Kiernan has grown greatly in skill when it comes to employing a silver tongue. He knows how to find people that agree with him, and get them to do things they normally wouldn't do for the cause.
His prior zealotry has only magnified since the incident that left him scarred. He is now greatly certain that god placed him on this earth to lead others in ending the mutant plague. His ascendence to one of gods chosen(See:Adapteds) has only acted as proof when he was at his lowest point.
He is still every bit as clever as he was before, but now somewhat more unhinged. More willing to take risks to lead to his end goal, and more willing to lean on others to hide him while he does gods work.
He cares for other human beings like that are all his flock. It's almost alarming how quick he can go from fatherly and kindhearted to deadly after finding out he's talking to a mutant.
Hobbies/ Interests:Tinkering. Building things that will deconstruct themselves rapidly, loudly, and with a lot of pain and death involved. Reading the bible and highlighting the parts that justify what he does.
Job or part time job and description: Priest to a small chapel in down town New York. It accepts humans of all walks of life, wether it be though faith, race, sexual orientation or other social issue. Any HUMAN.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns:The fall of man. Not making a difference in the world. A pathetic death surrounded by those he loves. He wants to die a man. A proud. Human. Man.
Special talents: He is a great shot, a talented tactical mind, a grit-tested driver, and a natural at improvisation. He has learned well how to disguise himself, and act as if he belongs in places he doesn't. He can make explosives with common household chemicals and items. He has the anarchist cookbook pretty much memorized. It's almost as if this gentleman could have really gone places in life if he wasn't obsessed with blowing up people who were different than he.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: In his mind, he is the greatest servant to god. He does everything he does for the betterment of man. To any mutant or reasonable person, he is completely, totally evil.
Mutations
Mutation description: Adapted 10ft range.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: He is stronger than your typical human being, being well worked out due to an intense work out regime. He maintains a flexibility and speed above average as well.
Fighting Style: He has dabbled in many forms of martial arts, most involving the use of guns and how to employ them against someone in a way in which they cannot stop you, but he is also a fan and practitioner of some of the more popular MMA fighting styles, earning his black belt in BJJ, and several amateur boxing titles in Ireland.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons:
Pros: He's good at fighting. He is quick and unpredictable in a fist fight, understands controlling range and positioning to generate power, as well as use your opponents movement to increase damage dealt. He is brutal and to the point, and more often than not seeks to end fights quickly and fatally. He is skilled in the use of firearms in close and long range combat, and in the use of Melee weapons.
Cons: He tends to take risks that promise high rewards, but put him in greater danger. The rush of it can take him over, and leave him exposed.
History Of Your Character
Keirnan McCallan was born to Grainne and Declan McCallan, who just happened to be active members of the Provisional Irish Republican Army, back when it was still incredibly active. They'd opted to have children with the future of the movement in mind, and raised him as such, preparing their young son for a war that never came. He was taught how to survive with little resources, instructed on the use of arms and explosives, and provided the knowledge and insight on how to employ guerrilla tactics against a larger warforce without getting caught or leaving much in the way of evidence. Into his late teens he even participated in several attacks on citizens of the English empire and military personnel. Before long, though, he started to see a pattern of waning support for the cause... His parents started talking about peaceful solutions, and the IRA split into sub factions, breaking the backbone of the resistance. He no longer saw the opportunity to test himself, and his convictions he had in the past.
He delved deeper into the martial arts, Krav Maga, Brazilian Jujitsu, Wrestling, getting into countless scuffles at bars and even some professional fights. To support this lifestyle he took advantage of his natural ability to pick up on things quick, bouncing from handy-man jobs to contracting, and back again for years.
He couldn't stick around for the death of a fading movement, so he caught the next wave of increasing paramilitary clout, falling in with an increasingly popular anti-mutant group called Ireland Pure. It was there that he became obsessed with the instigation of the impending war between humans and mutants. It was the group's goal to change the opinion of the public on mutants by driving them out of safety, and getting them to lash out in public. They targeted the worst examples of mutant kind; ones they knew would fight back, and hurt others. Their campaign was largely successful for years, until a group of mutants infiltrated them, waited for the right moment, and attacked, killing most of their members, and scattering the rest.
Rather than being demoralized, Keir was more motivated than ever to win this war. He got in contact with some cousins who had immigrated to New York, and after some talk, decided that if he was going to make a real difference, it would be at the epicenter of the mutant/human crisis, NYC. He packed his bags over night, and was on a plane bright and early the next day.
From there, he took on the identity of a religious man named Amon after killing him in a back alley. He spent some time getting close to the mutant charity scene in order to set up a large scale bombing. It was a frustrating time for him, talking and interacting with so many mutants but not being able to lash out. He found himself needing a release, so he hunted down one Jamie Druckert one night. He'd watched the target carefully, and knew his powers, routine, and when he would be alone.
When it came time to encounter the mutant, he ambushed him in an alley, and quickly disabled him, lighting up a molotov cocktail to seal the deal. That was when young Jamie had a sudden growth in power, causing the flaming bottle to explode in Tash's face.
The only reason he survived that encounter was because the mutant's ability suddenly stopped working. With his opponent's power disabled he managed to finish what he'd set out to do before escaping, collapsing in a gutter, and being saved by a passerby.
After his recovery he quickly came to the conclusion that god had granted him the ability to disable mutations. It was a gift he would use to lead humanity in the ultimate holy war. The one against mutants.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?:Puck
Where did you learn about this site?: Google, 11 or so years ago >.>
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Saph, Doc, Ashlee, Xavier, and L
Sample RP:
"Why am I doing this?" It was a strange question. Wasn't the answer an obvious one? A scarred face leaned in to the struggling young man before him, one good eye looking deep into the mirrors of his soul. He saw fear. Strange, to see something so close to a true human emotion in the eyes of what he knew to be a monster. The human known as bloody tash pulled back, taking a step away to admire his handiwork. It had been a struggle. The boy was in the prime of his life, after all, but after a few good cuts, and a good bit of grappling he'd managed to pull a paint rack down on him.
The young man, a mutant who had been making a name for himself by painting houses completely alone for low, low prices, looked back up at him, all but unable to move with the combination of the wounds he'd been given and the weight on him. "I guess it would be rude not to tell you." His unmistakeable accent coming out even through his damaged, rasping voice.
He stumbled over to the corner of the supply room he'd ambushed his prey in, reaching into his bag to produce a bottle, shoved closed with a wic hanging from it. As he lit the wic, he grimaced. The fight had taken a lot out of him. It was over now. Ignoring cries of protest, tears, artifacts of a demon trying to escape purification, the priest lifted his weapon of choice, and spoke simply. "Because it's the right thing to do."
He felt a righteous gratification as the room lit up with a violent red-orange light.
