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[align=center]Name: Wesley Gibson
Hieght: 5'6
Wieght: 150 lbs
Hair: Bleach Blonde Short Cut
Age: 23
Body Type: Athletic
Outfit: Leather bodysuit with goggles.
Weapons: Dual pistols and Two knives on his back[/align]
Bio:
Wesley grew up in New York, as anyone would has grown up in New York, hating life beyond any reason of rational acceptance. He was sick and tired of his dead end job, tired of his dead end relashionship with his girlfriend, and tired of eating the same god damn sandwich everyday for lunch. If it wasn't for his racist boss, constantly presenting him with every ethnic slander ever... he might have actually been a little less depressed. One day, getting his ****ty same lunch, he was confronted by a strange but enchanting black woman, and she made a convincing offer.
"You got a business appointment... now get in the car while I still have this Little Miss Patient smile on my face."
Albiet, she had just gunned down the entire diner, Wesley didn't hesitate to do what she said. After an enlightning car ride, where the black woman explained to Wesley that his father was a notorious super villian, they arrived at what seemed to be a sort of hideout. The black woman finally introduced herself, being known to all as "The Fox." and led Wesley through the series of tunnel, finally entering a lab. A short but quickly assertive old man stood in the middle, tinkering with gadgets that would boggle the mind of any nobel prize winner. The "Professer" soon explained that Wesley had inherited a nice sum of money, and also a gift. Wesley was soon given another ultimatum, and a pistol was handed to him. Welsey was of course in denial, shaking his head at the whole situation.
The old man soon followed, "It's in the blood, and your going to prove it by shooting the wings off the these 6 flies that have been distracting me all morning."
Welsey continued to laugh at the inclination, and soon felt the barrel of a gun against the back of his head. The Fox replying, "Shoot the wings of the flies Wesley, on the count of the three... "
At the last second Wesley reacted and started shooting at the flys, once he pulled the trigger somthing came over him and he shot the wings off the flys with ease. He looks in shock as he watched the flys fall to the ground and looked upon them when The Professor showed his work close up to him with a magnify glass type gadget. Wesley looked at the pistol close up and in great shock he muttered "Holy ****! What the **** is this?" and The Professor replied "Isnt it obvious Wesley...it's the answer to all your problems"
His training began. The following days Fox began her lessons with Wesley, first lesson was to throw his papers in the air and give a big almighty **** You to all those ******* number crunchers around him at his work place. He was trained at a shooting range shooting dead bodies strapped to boards to get used to the sight of flesh splintering and bone flying before moved onto live human targets. He spent the mornings working out and the afternoons getting worked over by the biggest bastard hes ever laid eyes on. You might be wondering what kind of training involes being tied to a chair and having your face rearranged, but it's all part of the plan Fox assures him. After three weeks, he lost four teeth, fractured his jaw, broken three ribs and personally killed twelve thousand eight hundred and seventeen farm animals in the slaughter house. After week five they finally took the handcuffs off, Wesley jumped back yelled "**** you Cheesehead!" broke the chair on the wall beside him, took the chair leg and stabbed him through his neck and through the top of his skull. He sure had his old mans knack for improvisation, he was asked how he felt after his first human kill, he said "How do I feel? Like I just ****ed Marilyn Monroe without a condom". It was true what they say..after the first, it just gets easier and easier. In fact, it's a lot like eating pringles in the sense that you're not even sure you can stop somtimes.
After all the training he was finally let loose upon the world, freely able to kill, steal or rape anyone he wanted with the The Fraternity covering up everything he does. He decided to take down the real *******s first, but Fox made him start on various random strangers. He didnt realize just how much he hated the human race until he had the ****ers swanning around between his crosshairs. He got to kill everyone he wanted, steal anything he wanted, rape whoever he wanted, sniff or smoke any drug he wanted. He first choose to kill the people who pissed him off as a kid, his old Geography teacher, the girl next door, the guy across the street who kicked his ass for scratching his old mustang, the chick who said no when he asked her to a movie, the guy who set his dog on him, the **** head in science class who ruined his best sweater with his stupid fountain penrefill.. Heather santiago, little Ollie Holford, Peter Wilkowsky, Alexander and Lenny Aldiss, Tommy ****ing Moreno and this was just a very small list of people who he killed for pissing him off.
As a child he liked to pretend his father was a airline pilot or a secret agent, but he knew deep down he'd just be as boring and finger drumming ordinary as everybody else's dad was. Thus, you can imagine his monumental ****ing surprise. He even went to his girl friend and told her all about his father and the secret organization that nobody knows about, but she just acused him of having sex with somebody else, he replied " Oh, please spare me the indignation, lisa. Like you havn't been ****ing my best friend for the last year and a half?", he shot him in the face and dropped him in a dumpster a night before that, and he hasnt felt better. He even walked outside and shot the old man that told him everyday "Cheer up Wesley. it might never happen, kiddo." Well it did happen.
It's hard to belive that just three months ago he was just as ordinary as anyone else on earth. But now, hes going between dimensions, blowing holes in the men of steel and slitting the throats of dark night detectives, for god's sake.
But a night after a meeting of all the Super Villains and dropping off Wesley to go take a night off, The Professor was killed by another villian plotting to come out of the shadows and spread fear by the mention of their names, by doing this they are assassonating all the other teams that wish to stay in secret and keep the secret that they are ruling the world from behide the man.
After all the betrayal and Mister Rictus killing each super villian in the way of his plans, he sent a team to go kill Wesley and Fox. Wesley was walking around his house and saw an image on the TV that shocked him, a camrea photo of him killing cops he killed earlier. After that moment the team show up and prepared to kill Wesley, but Fox was a step ahead and came in with a pistol, it was six guns against one.. A cell phone on the table behide the villians and distracted them, Fox droped the gun and Wesley caught and shot each one of those ****ers between the eyes with ease.
But now The Fraternity was gone and now Wesley Gibson and The Fox were Wanted.
They say I am scared...They say I am running....Whos running *******? *Clock's his pistol*
Wesley Gibson
Example of shooting skills: (Please he aware this is mature content I suggest only 18+ to view, for violence and language)
Also these scenes contain Spoilers to the comic, dont read the text or click on them if you plan to read the best ****ing comic in the world.
http://img32.exs.cx/img32/8921/wanted_v1_001_27_rougher.jpg
http://img32.exs.cx/img32/7019/Wanted03-04.jpg
http://img32.exs.cx/img32/2663/wanted004-19.jpg
http://img32.exs.cx/img32/1091/wanted004-20.jpg
http://img62.exs.cx/img62/6539/Wanted05200419.jpg
http://img62.exs.cx/img62/4214/Wanted05200420.jpg
Hieght: 5'6
Wieght: 150 lbs
Hair: Bleach Blonde Short Cut
Age: 23
Body Type: Athletic
Outfit: Leather bodysuit with goggles.
Weapons: Dual pistols and Two knives on his back[/align]
Bio:
Wesley grew up in New York, as anyone would has grown up in New York, hating life beyond any reason of rational acceptance. He was sick and tired of his dead end job, tired of his dead end relashionship with his girlfriend, and tired of eating the same god damn sandwich everyday for lunch. If it wasn't for his racist boss, constantly presenting him with every ethnic slander ever... he might have actually been a little less depressed. One day, getting his ****ty same lunch, he was confronted by a strange but enchanting black woman, and she made a convincing offer.
"You got a business appointment... now get in the car while I still have this Little Miss Patient smile on my face."
Albiet, she had just gunned down the entire diner, Wesley didn't hesitate to do what she said. After an enlightning car ride, where the black woman explained to Wesley that his father was a notorious super villian, they arrived at what seemed to be a sort of hideout. The black woman finally introduced herself, being known to all as "The Fox." and led Wesley through the series of tunnel, finally entering a lab. A short but quickly assertive old man stood in the middle, tinkering with gadgets that would boggle the mind of any nobel prize winner. The "Professer" soon explained that Wesley had inherited a nice sum of money, and also a gift. Wesley was soon given another ultimatum, and a pistol was handed to him. Welsey was of course in denial, shaking his head at the whole situation.
The old man soon followed, "It's in the blood, and your going to prove it by shooting the wings off the these 6 flies that have been distracting me all morning."
Welsey continued to laugh at the inclination, and soon felt the barrel of a gun against the back of his head. The Fox replying, "Shoot the wings of the flies Wesley, on the count of the three... "
At the last second Wesley reacted and started shooting at the flys, once he pulled the trigger somthing came over him and he shot the wings off the flys with ease. He looks in shock as he watched the flys fall to the ground and looked upon them when The Professor showed his work close up to him with a magnify glass type gadget. Wesley looked at the pistol close up and in great shock he muttered "Holy ****! What the **** is this?" and The Professor replied "Isnt it obvious Wesley...it's the answer to all your problems"
His training began. The following days Fox began her lessons with Wesley, first lesson was to throw his papers in the air and give a big almighty **** You to all those ******* number crunchers around him at his work place. He was trained at a shooting range shooting dead bodies strapped to boards to get used to the sight of flesh splintering and bone flying before moved onto live human targets. He spent the mornings working out and the afternoons getting worked over by the biggest bastard hes ever laid eyes on. You might be wondering what kind of training involes being tied to a chair and having your face rearranged, but it's all part of the plan Fox assures him. After three weeks, he lost four teeth, fractured his jaw, broken three ribs and personally killed twelve thousand eight hundred and seventeen farm animals in the slaughter house. After week five they finally took the handcuffs off, Wesley jumped back yelled "**** you Cheesehead!" broke the chair on the wall beside him, took the chair leg and stabbed him through his neck and through the top of his skull. He sure had his old mans knack for improvisation, he was asked how he felt after his first human kill, he said "How do I feel? Like I just ****ed Marilyn Monroe without a condom". It was true what they say..after the first, it just gets easier and easier. In fact, it's a lot like eating pringles in the sense that you're not even sure you can stop somtimes.
After all the training he was finally let loose upon the world, freely able to kill, steal or rape anyone he wanted with the The Fraternity covering up everything he does. He decided to take down the real *******s first, but Fox made him start on various random strangers. He didnt realize just how much he hated the human race until he had the ****ers swanning around between his crosshairs. He got to kill everyone he wanted, steal anything he wanted, rape whoever he wanted, sniff or smoke any drug he wanted. He first choose to kill the people who pissed him off as a kid, his old Geography teacher, the girl next door, the guy across the street who kicked his ass for scratching his old mustang, the chick who said no when he asked her to a movie, the guy who set his dog on him, the **** head in science class who ruined his best sweater with his stupid fountain penrefill.. Heather santiago, little Ollie Holford, Peter Wilkowsky, Alexander and Lenny Aldiss, Tommy ****ing Moreno and this was just a very small list of people who he killed for pissing him off.
As a child he liked to pretend his father was a airline pilot or a secret agent, but he knew deep down he'd just be as boring and finger drumming ordinary as everybody else's dad was. Thus, you can imagine his monumental ****ing surprise. He even went to his girl friend and told her all about his father and the secret organization that nobody knows about, but she just acused him of having sex with somebody else, he replied " Oh, please spare me the indignation, lisa. Like you havn't been ****ing my best friend for the last year and a half?", he shot him in the face and dropped him in a dumpster a night before that, and he hasnt felt better. He even walked outside and shot the old man that told him everyday "Cheer up Wesley. it might never happen, kiddo." Well it did happen.
It's hard to belive that just three months ago he was just as ordinary as anyone else on earth. But now, hes going between dimensions, blowing holes in the men of steel and slitting the throats of dark night detectives, for god's sake.
But a night after a meeting of all the Super Villains and dropping off Wesley to go take a night off, The Professor was killed by another villian plotting to come out of the shadows and spread fear by the mention of their names, by doing this they are assassonating all the other teams that wish to stay in secret and keep the secret that they are ruling the world from behide the man.
After all the betrayal and Mister Rictus killing each super villian in the way of his plans, he sent a team to go kill Wesley and Fox. Wesley was walking around his house and saw an image on the TV that shocked him, a camrea photo of him killing cops he killed earlier. After that moment the team show up and prepared to kill Wesley, but Fox was a step ahead and came in with a pistol, it was six guns against one.. A cell phone on the table behide the villians and distracted them, Fox droped the gun and Wesley caught and shot each one of those ****ers between the eyes with ease.
But now The Fraternity was gone and now Wesley Gibson and The Fox were Wanted.
They say I am scared...They say I am running....Whos running *******? *Clock's his pistol*
Wesley Gibson
Example of shooting skills: (Please he aware this is mature content I suggest only 18+ to view, for violence and language)
Also these scenes contain Spoilers to the comic, dont read the text or click on them if you plan to read the best ****ing comic in the world.
http://img32.exs.cx/img32/8921/wanted_v1_001_27_rougher.jpg
http://img32.exs.cx/img32/7019/Wanted03-04.jpg
http://img32.exs.cx/img32/2663/wanted004-19.jpg
http://img32.exs.cx/img32/1091/wanted004-20.jpg
http://img62.exs.cx/img62/6539/Wanted05200419.jpg
http://img62.exs.cx/img62/4214/Wanted05200420.jpg