Michael 'Mike' Harding, Age 17, Male
Gang:
Rogue, offering his services to those who can afford it.
Appearance:
Mike has very short, messy, dark brown hair, that only goes down to just below his ears. He has an ovular face with a smooth jawline, and a rounded chin. He has an about average build, and is about 5' 10". He is often covered in cuts and scrapes, and has a faint scar on his left cheek. He wears a pair of dusty tan cargo pants, and a long sleeve shirt covered in so many blood stains and caked with dirt and grime, that it's original design is hard to tell, save for a few patches of green. He owns a pair of steel toed boots, which being one of his more recent acquisitions, is surprisingly clean compared to the rest of his clothes. When travelling or performing a job, he wears a sort of mask made from an old shirt, covering everything except his eyes. It is covered in dried blood stains, and he usually hides it when not wearing it. He has a leather backpack, which he carries his stuff in.
Weapons/Equipment:
Mike often uses a Scimitar stolen from the Smithsonian, and despite it's rough condition, is a rather formidable opponent. He has a S&W .500 Magnum, a massive and powerful revolver that he seldom uses. He has a grappling hook he uses for many things, and a few cheap lock picks made from scrap metal.
Personality:
Mike is quiet, and usually prefers to talk business. He can easily keep a straight face, and is skilled at bluffing. He will not deny help, but he won't ask for it either. His reactions are usually based off how much he can profit.
He seldom places his trust in anyone, and is usually wary of danger, his hand by his weapon. He is usually very serious when he talks, but might let up a bit for someone he trusts. With those he trusts, his humor usually comes in the form of sarcasm.
He tries to avoid killing, but will defend himself if necessary. He respects his opponent, and usually avoids trash talk or taunting. When fighting, his moves are calculated and precise, focusing on quick and light attacks rather than heavy blows. Whenever possible, he buries the dead, and has much respect for them.
Mike's goal is to kill Jacob's murderer, a ruthless bandit.
Bio:
He never really met his parents, who died only a year after he was born. He was raised by a merchant in No Man's Land named Jacob, who taught him how to shoot, fight, and persuade people. Jacob was almost like a father to him, and the two eventually grew close. When he was 13, Jacob was killed by a bandit who wasn't happy with the prices. He was told to hide when Jacob saw the bandit coming, and saw the bandit kill Jacob. From then on, Mike rarely placed his trust in anyone, and seldom made friends. He has since then roamed No Man's Land, offering to help anyone who needed him... for a price. He has always been moving, and despite several offers, has never joined any of the gangs.