Name: Scruff
Age: Late Twenties
Hieght: 6'2"
Wieght: ( I have no idea about wieght at all so let's say he's not fat, but he's not weedy either)
Hair: Scruffy, Dark Red, medium length
Eyes: Blue
Appearance: His body is toned, but scarred from countless battles. His face hosts quite a few scars
Clothes: Once his clothes were clean and new, but now, the loose fitting dark blue jeans and black t-shirt he usually sports have been drenched in blood from various fights, some of it his, some of it from other-worldly origins. They are tattered and worn, but he still keeps wearing. After the years of torment they've been through, even after a thorough wash they still retain some very heavy damage. Although he occasionally alternates his clothing, after a few weeks of his day to day life, they all soon revert to this scruffy, dirty form.
Weapons:
- His shotgun used to be just that, a shotgun, but recently, after an encounter with some other worldy beings, it has become a weapon of imense powers. It's sawn-off barrel is inscribed with Angelic runes, which tend to glow whenever the gun is fired. It is thus said to be 'blessed' by an 'angel', but Scruff has a hard time believing any of it. That being said, it is indeed powerful, and any bullets that pass through it's long barrels become endowed with a fractions of this 'angel's' power. These bullets can punch through steel, and you if you're unlucky enough to be hit by one of these babies, you'll be sent flying. They glow light blue as they explode from the guns business end, and the shotgun shells evaporate before they hit the ground. Needless to say, this gun packs a punch.
- His twin revolvers are perhaps his most used weapons. They are old Colts, and appear as though they are straight out of a western. They are kept in decent condition, and there is minimal rusting, if any, to ensure they are still efficient killing machines. Recently, along with his other weapons, the twin guns of Scruffie's old mentor('Ash') have been 'blessed' with unlimited ammo. They need no reloading, and thus, create no pause in fights. Sadly, however, it's not perfect, and although he can use the guns for an unlimited period of time, they do tend to heat up and burn the users hands. This is one reason he doesn't use them constantly in battle.
- His fall back weapon, a combat knife, is kept at his ankle, in a small leather sheath. It isn't blessed at all, but comes in handy in a pinch, and can be useful when you're trapped in a strange country and need to look for food. There's a compass in the hilt, but this doesn't necessarily count as a weapon.
- His fists aren't exactly 'lethal killing machines' but one of his right crosses might just take you half the way there. He is annoyed that his hand to hand fighting skills don't match up with his peers extensive fighting knowledge, but somehow, he always manages to pull through in the end. He has extensive boxing/kick boxing knowledge, and can deliver tough blows where necessary.
Fighting Styles: Although he isn't necessarily a skilled martial artist, he has picked up quite a few tricks over the years, and knows when to be fighting someone hand to hand, and when to be getting out of there. He has more or less learned that he needs to adapt to survive, using anything and everything he can to his advantage. He is a street fighter through an through.
History:
Ten thousand years ago, demons ruled the Earth. Man had barely clawed its way up the evolutionary chain, suffering from attacks on all sides by these agents of darkness. It was a dark time for the Earth, and mans future looked bleak.
However, the Earth was also ripe with mystical, primordial energies, energies that could be wielded for good, or for evil. Man slowly gained control of these Magiks, and eventually banished the demons from this world, tearing the Earths ancient crust asunder, and pulling the ancient evils into an unknown Hell dimension. When the dust settled on that day, the day the Hellmouth was sealed, mans dominance was assured.
But, unknown to man at the time, a few of these Hellish beasts remained. Some had clawed their way from the portal, moments before the seal was complete... others had broken free of the other world and stepped once again on Earths soil. And others, like the ancient Vampyre, had left traces of it's own evil in the very heart of man himself. The Demons still lived.
Man soon spread about the Earth, out from the Dark Continent, Africa, and established society and civilisation whereever it went, but eventually it became apparent that the world man has created for itself would succomb to the demons and evil magics that had survived the sealing of the Hellmouth.
The Slayers were created to destroy such evil forces, by the mysterious Powers That Be.
In ancient Africa, tribesman, masters of the dark Magiks, men known as Shadowmen, imbued a young girl with the power of a demon. This was one girl in all the world who would be Chosen, one in each generation, to hunt the Vampyres, and other creatures of darkness. She was the first of the five Slayers. She was the Hunter.
A nomadic family, in Europe, was next to be chosen. This family, the Van Helsings, were known for their mastery of all weapons, and thus the first born in each generation, when he came of age, would be granted his place at the side of the Slayers. He would be the second of the Slayers, the Warrior.
A master of Magiks has existed since man became aware of it's existence. One man who has, ever since the early years of his life, strived to know all there is about Magik. His name has come to mean 'One who controls the Magiks' over the millenia. He is a man called Mage. He is the Sorcerer, the third of the Slayers.
The fourth of the Slayers, the Acrobat, is a master of the body. The current Acrobat is a ninja, centuries old, who has proven time and again he is the only one who deserves this role.
The fifth, it was decided, would lead the other four, and in that role he would have have their abilities, to a degree. He could fight with the heart of the Hunter, draw swords with the skill of the Warrior, control magiks with the knowledge of the Sorceror, and trade blows with the strength of the Acrobat. He would be the Champion. The Champion was, initially, the most powerful man in all of Africa. However, since his time, the Champion has been chosen and trained by his predecessor, until it is time for him to assume the mantle. The current Champion is a man going by the name of Scruff.
And this is where his story begins...