Talon Grey

[TALON GREY]

Username: Talon Grey
CBox Name: Talon
Age: 16
How long have you rped?: Half a year, maybe longer.
Notes: Got nothing to say here.

Name: Talon Grey
Age: 54
Gender: Male
Birth Date: October 7th
Origin: United States of America, Texas

Height: 6ft
Weight: 185lb
Eyes: Hazel
Skin: White
Hair: Grey

Overall Appearance: Talon wears a brown leather trench coat, black pants and high crowned, wide-brimmed brown cowboy hat that he tips forward, covering his face in it’s shadow. His face which hardly anyone sees, shows his age badly, making him look older than he actually is, more around his eighties, this might be the cause of the damage that has come to it in the past, from knife wounds to bullets scraping his cheeks, some of which he covers with his grey beard that takes up most of his face and connects to his greasy hair on his head that hasn’t been combed, washed or cut for over half a year now or longer. Underneath his trench coat is a black bullet proof vest with two holsters on both of it’s sides, where one pistol can be held in each, and underneath that lays a red buttoned shirt made of wool. And the last but not least best thing that hides away inside his trench coat is hidden blades, which, like everyone that has been made since it’s creation, are both wrapped around his wrists.

Secrets: Talon keeps everything about himself and others that work with him, secret. Not wanting to drag other people into his problems or get stabbed in the back by someone who knew too much. By doing such things, he doesn’t have any friends or family, and doesn’t want any either.

Likes: Talon enjoys getting his fists bloody much more than any other assassin normally does and has been rumoured by the others that sometimes have worked with him that he only chose the job to bring death to others, making him highly disliked by the people that have heard about him. He also loves weapons, mostly guns but does like to use knives now and then but not as much as he did back in the day when he started his career as an assassin, and was much more fitter to be stealthier.

Dislikes: Talon doesn’t like to think of himself as someone that gets angry or go as far to say that he hates things, but he does sometimes get very annoyed, most times on missions, when the target has escaped leaving Talon in a fit of rage and swears, or when someone has gotten in his way, either took the target out themselves which earns them a place on his hit list or is blocking him from getting to the target which also puts them on the list.

Habits: Talon swears a lot, even when he’s not angry, just so he gets his point across quicker and make the listener listen more. And he also chews on toothpicks if he has some on him.

Hobbies: Talon believes he has no time for hobbies, and spends most of his time on the job. His closest thing to a hobby would be killing people which is his best skill. He cannot read or write, so doesn’t, in his own words, waste his time with such things.

Phobia: Fear is something Talon gives to his enemies, he doesn’t take any in. So doesn’t have any phobias.

Sexuality: Straight

Personality: Talon keeps to himself, doesn’t talk to others that much, but when he does he makes sure the conversation ends quicker than it started. Loves to drink whiskey and play cards at local saloons but rarely gets the chance to. Doesn’t take orders from nobody even if they’re higher up in command than he is. And loves violence, but only when he’s giving it out.

Character Weapons: Two SASS Colt Single Action 300 pistols, one Cimarron 1878 Coach shotgun, and two hidden blades.

Character Accessories: Bullet proof vest, and two holsters.

Character Strengths: Gun and fist fighting, and riding horses.

Character Weaknesses: Stealth and speed, both weaknesses he has gotten from his age and damage he has taken over the years. And reading and writing, two things that he never learnt to do, which might prove a problem in some missions if those skills are needed. He’s also very bad at protecting himself against swords, but doesn’t know this yet because of them not being around in the wastelands of Texas.

Character Connections: His family have all died, and he isn’t looking for or have any friends.

Character History: Talon was born on a farm in the middle of nowhere in Texas. His mother died giving birth to him, and he was raised by his violent and rude father, who Talon got all of his bad habits from, and was also the one who taught him how to fight, ride horses and grow crops. At the age of fifteen he left home, and went to the nearest town that was seven miles away. Once there he began looking for work, not wanting to crop fields all of his life and work for his father. He got a job as one of the bartenders in the local saloon where he worked for two months until one night a group of infamous robbers who had robbed three banks in the last four weeks, came in, and asked for drinks of Talon, even willing to pay, but not with their own money of course. Talon knew who they were, but wasn’t scared at all, only thinking about and focusing on them having a large bounty on their heads. He then attacked them without a warning, and within six minutes he had all of them unconscious on the floor.

The sheriff was called to the scene by witnesses and took the criminals away, after giving Talon a small award for the job that was easily done. The owner of the saloon had seen the fight from the shadows and once closing time came, called Talon to his office, where he would then change the boy’s life forever, and you might even say turned the boy into a man.

The owner told Talon the long story of the Assassins vs. the Templars, and the silent war that continued on in the shadows without the public knowing about it. After the story had been told to the boy, the owner told him that he was an assassin, but a long time ago, and had quit the life of murder and chose to settle down, and start a business. But he saw that the Templars were taking over the lands once again, but instead of going back to his old life he believed he could hand over the job to someone else, someone who was much more younger and stronger than himself. And from what he had seen in the fight between Talon and the criminals, was that person. The old man was willing to train the boy even more for this to be a success, but that was only if Talon chose to take this deed.

Three years past since Talon had said yes to the training and job, and he had now completed his training, and his father had died a year ago, but Talon didn’t care for the man so didn’t shed any tears about the death. The old man who was now considered his trainer, gave Talon his old assassin suit he use to wear when he was one and younger, and then sent him on his way, telling him there will always be a home for him in the old saloon that was gathering dust.

Even more years went by, years that had been taken over by the job, and by this time he had taken down twenty-two Templars, but once one head was cut off another one always took it place. Talon was getting to the age most of the assassins normally retired at, but he didn’t want to, he knew if he ever stopped doing the job, the Templars would take over and control anyone in the area. So the mission continued going, and Talon still doesn’t see it ending anytime soon.

Sample Post: Talon took the toothpick that was held by his lips out, and grinned before putting it back in and crunching down hard on it but not enough of a bite that would break the weak stick that was probably made of the same bark that that tree is made out of outside the window by the table with the two drunks sat at. “All aces,” he then spoke in his slow dry voice laying the cards he held in his left hand down onto the table, to show he wasn’t telling any lies, and set them up in front of the man that sat on the chair on the other side of the table who stared at Talon with a blank look that then turned to anger when the man revealed his cards, making him flip his chair onto the floor as Talon continued to grin and watch him smash his own chair to pieces, showing everyone who was spending this beautiful night in the saloon in Nacogdoches that he was a bad loser and had a bad hand.

“You’re a no good cheat,” the loser player shouted at Talon while pointing his index finger at him, and leaving the chair alone for now. The people there stared at the both of them, unhappy that they had been making such a noise. “You just have a fucking bad hand. There weren’t any cheating involved, and you have my word on that.” Talon replied in a serious and gritty voice different from the last he spoke in, before he went back into silence and biting onto the toothpick, breaking it in half.

The man didn’t reply and stormed out of the salon in rage, sending the rest of the people there back to what they were doing before, drinking and talking to friends.

Talon got up from his chair and walked out of the place, going out into the cold air of the night where the stars shined brightly in the sky, brighter than they normally did. He went over to his black horse and got onto him, kicking him in the side to get him going then holding on tightly as the horse rode him off through the quiet dark streets of the town with only a few alley ways and building. It had quite a strange feeling to it, that Talon couldn’t put his finger on but didn’t really think about it much either, only using the town for it's saloon and stores that had supplies he would need in the upcoming future. He then slowed the horse down and got off, walking over to a building with a poster stamped onto it, a wanted poster. He grabbed the poster by it’s top, and pulled it downwards, ripping it off the wall and then letting go off to blow off in the wind, where it shined in the moonlight revealing a drawing of himself on it with a bounty on his head, dead or alive.

Your Creed: Assassin
Time: Past
Occupation: N/A

[EZIO AUDITORE DA FIRENZE]

Wow, awesome guy, just be careful about picking fights with Ezio. He may kick him out of the order. Pffft!

ACCEPTED!