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Name: Mccaw "the saint" Rindar

Abilities: His abilities include incredible marksmanship, respectable amount strength, hand to hand combat, knives, swords, nunchucks aswell as his ability to use his "evil eye". His evil eye was gained by being stabbed (see below) and it will let him see through flesh, material, bone, rock, whatever you can think of. He can filter what he may/may not see through. His evil eye in use may lead to him discovering weaknesses in opponents/buildings, giving him a possible advantage.

Weaknesses: He gets angry easily at certain topics, such as his family massacre and friends being mocked. When using his evil eye, it turns off his normal eye. The use of the evil eye makes him fatigued easily as it drains alot of energy. Using it for ten or so seconds has little to no effect on his stamina, but anything over is risky. Mccaw is strong, physically that is. He is able to talk and function like a normal person, but when certain topics or elements are introduced to him he will go into a rage induced stage that makes him stronger, but it also sharpens his animal like instincts. When in this state he could possibly harm friends, allies, or himself without knowing it. One of these triggers is silver. He is also a stone cold smoker.

Backstory/story: Mccaw wasnt always a psychopathic killing machine, you know. He was a normal guy. Went to college to learn martial arts on a shooting scholarship in vietnam. The name of this school? Saint Jai's ninjutsu academy. The day he was sent, he knew something was up.
Mccaw exited the taxi cab, bags in tow. He took a glance at the plain but large building. In big, black, bold letters atop of the door it stated "SAINT JAI'S NINJUTSU DOJO". He was, as expected, excited as a ant in a bowl of sugar. "God, It is just like they said it was." Mccaw said to himself, starting the short walk into little did he know the heart of the demon. He stepped inside of the door and was immediately met with a fist to the juggular. Before he passed out, he noted the sheer effectiveness of the move: Simple but would immediately cut off the blood supply to his brain. He hit the floor.

He awoke in a sweat, panicked. He took a look around him quickly. Dark, but he could see the outlines of people. He took count: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 5 people? The fu- "Glad you could join us, Mccaw." A deep, masculine voice drawled next to me. "Crap. Date rape already?" Mccaw muttered to himself. He was met with a sharp kick in the groin. "Irk.." He said, not letting his cry of pain out. "Would any of you useless pieces of mở heo like to explain the nature of this academy to our dear mccaw?" He said, flicking on the lights. I blinked, and suddenly was met with the view of five ninjas clad in black, masks, and weaponry. He was also met with a knife at his throat. In his peripheral vision, he saw his sensei holding a tanto to his juggular. "Dawww shit." He proclaimed.

In his time at Saint Jai's Ninjutsu academy/dojo he learned that he did not get what he bargained for. This academy was to shape weaklings into the elite, and he was no exception. He, every day, went to sleep at 6 am in the morning and woke up at 8 am. The training consisted of beatings, free for alls for food, and constant weapons training. It was obvious that the weak would not continue, as in the shared bedroom there were the bodies of the failures. By the time he graduated, he was an emotionless killing machine with the knowledge of weaponry, chi control, muay thai, infiltration and exfiltration under his belt. Unfortunately, the body pile had gotten bigger. He was the only graduate.

Tommorow was the graduation. His day of freedom. Out from this world. He often pondered what his life would be like after this, as he forgot how he was before this experience. Would his family accept this monster? This faceless, blank, shinobi? He himself valued strength, the ability to kill a man with a snap of his fingers if need be. He hoped the world was ready for a graduate of Saint Jai's.

When he awoke, he was looking into the face of his teacher, aswell as into the barrel of a Colt 1911. Mccaw gulped. "Jai Sensei?" He asked, calm as ever. "Don't shit yourself, just dont do it dude." He said to himself in his head. "I've decided..." Jai said. "That this will be the last generation of my ninja's." "That is great, Jai Sensei." Mccaw said with a calm exterior. Jai had a otherworldy stare going on, almost as if he was staring past Mccaw and straight into the floor. "Have you ever thought of silver? It is such a beautiful material, outshined by gold for society's reasons. You know, these bullets are silver. Lead is so-so." Jai rambled. "You trying to kill some werewolves, sensei?" "Silence. Since this is the last generation of my ninja. I have made a decision." "Yes Sensei?" "You must kill me to graduate. Kill me and take my precious tanto." Silence filled the room. "Sensei-" "Your graduation starts now!" He pulled the trigger of the gun just as Mccaw rolled over. Quickly,Mccaw grabbed ahold of his elbow and his hand. Mccaw hastily performed a roll to lock his arm back and started to apply pressure to make him drop the gun. He simply made his arm slack, and quickly elbowed me in my solar plexus. Mccaw caught my breath in my throat as he released Jai against his will. He followed up with another elbow to the protagonists gut. Mccaw caught his attack with one hand and punched him in the nose. Using his own elbow against him, the student shoved it into his side.Mccaw suddenly noticed Jai's tanto on his thigh all at once as a plan was formed. While in thought, he noticed a hook was coming straight for Mccaw. Blocking with his forearm, he kneed former sensei in his chest once, twice, and then made a grab for his tanto. Mccaw grabbed the knife, perfectly balanced and innocent. Quickly thinking, Mccaw took the butt of it and rammed it into his neck. Surprised, he sputtered as his student put his hand on the center of his chest and my foot behind his heel. Mccaw forced all the chi in his body into my hand and made a gentle push, sending kinetic force down his hand, making him trip and fall. Mccaw then brought the tanto up to his neck quickly. "Sensei... Do not force me to do this." Mccaw whispered to his Sensei. "You..." His sensei said as he coughed up blood. "You... You are..." Jai said as he gripped something that he had behind his back. "You are... weak." Jai said as he pulled out the gun. He pointed it at Mccaw's hand and, before he could react, pulled the trigger. "AGH!" Mccaw yelled. He, in a rage induced state, shoved the knife deep into Jai's throat. Pulling out the knife, Mccaw looked at his hand as the adrenaline cooled and pain overtook his body. He had killed his Sensei... he thought as he looked at his wounded hand with a silver .45 bullet in it. He passed out as a tear slid down his cheek.

Years passed since he had killed Jai. He had returned home, his family accepting him with open arms. He lied about his hand, however. They did NOT need to know. He didn't know what to do with his life anymore. His visions of becoming a sensei were done now. What if he became crazed like Jai? For the past 2 years he had been working at a McSticks. He could flip burgers fine with his hand finally healed. One day, at work Mccaw got a call. He picked up his phone. "Hello?" He asked into the device. "Come home, child." A cryptic voice said. "Who is this?" No answer. He licked his lips. "You are gonna regret this." Mccaw said into the phone calmly. Quickly, he dropped his smokes from his smokey break and ran for it.

When he reached his family house, he was amazed and horrified at the same time. His house was up in smoke, with 6 thugs outside. He quickly analyzed the situation. Two were carrying gallons of gasoline, one was carrying a zippo lighter, all were armed. One was wearing glasses. From the pompous look of him, he must be the leader. Quickly, he drew his fists and ran straight for them. His reasoning was that his family was dead, so he was going to avenge them now. "Mourn later, kill now." Mccaw thought angrily, sputtering curses as he approached the gang. "Uh.. Boss?" One of the weaklings with the gas stated. I ended up ten feet away from them until one of the sons of bitches pulled their knives out of their sheathes. the leader and his two guards (right and left hand man, Mccaw guessed) had beautiful folded Katanas. They would make a wonderful prize. Quickly, I punched the closest man to me in the face, following up with a shin kick to the neck, and finishing with a kick to the groin. When he was on the ground, I gave his neck a good stomp for measure. I noticed that the other two were defending their boss, and the jockey's with the knives approached me with haste. One made a slash at me, I grabbed his neck and his wrist and shoved his knive hand into his gut. I used his body as a shield for the knife thrown from the other lackey. Throwing the concious but cringe worthy body aside, I ran up to the fleeing thug and tackled him. When on the ground, I used my knee to excavate his chest cavity. Making sure he was dead, I sprinted to the main event: The son of a bitch with the balls to call me. His main men approached me. One hacked at me as one slashed, I rolled to the side. Landing in a crouched position, I kicked his knee with enough force to break bone. As he screamed in agony, I punched him in the neck. He dropped his sword as I kicked him in the cheek to finish him. As I retracted my leg, the other twin slashed at me. I caught the back, flat end of the blade and yanked it from his hand. I shoved it into his neck and gave it a twist for good measure. Too rage induced to pick the sword back up. I walked slowly towards the man who started this. He was clapping slowly. As I was a mere 3 feet away from him, his sneer vanished and his pocket knife appeared. A scuffle ensued. Throwing a punch his way, he caught it and thrusted the blade towards me. Sidestepping, I shook my wrist free and aimed a kick at his chest. He dodged the kick and hacked at me. I rolled out of the way, recovered and made a grab for his neck. Swatting my hand away, we were inches away from eachother. He found his opportunity and jammed the knife into my left eye. I let out an agonizing scream as I found his neck and slowly tightened my grip. "DIE! DIE! DIE! ERRRRGHHHH!" I roared. (A/N I just realized I wrote this fight scene in first person... goddamnit.) I watched his eyes slowly roll into the back of his head as I released him and unjammed the knife from my eye. At this point, the house had collapsed and might aswell have been ash. His family was dead. What was left for him in this world?

From this point on, he was a nomad. He traveled the stick world searching for fights, only with a Samsung Galaxy S3, Jai's tanto, his headband of graduation, his fists, and his wit on hand. (End of backstory)

Personality: Mccaw is brutal in combat, but hides under a joking facade. When people irk him, sometimes his jokerster act wears off and he will be terse. Around his friends he is lighthearted and carefree, but the weight of his family's massacre and Jai's academy has hardened him ever so slightly.

Appearance: (He is a stick figure, but I will go into further detail). McCaw has a shaved head, he normally wears a black and red cloak for those times he wonders through the cold mountains. He doesn't wear many accesories, but possibly his most signature item of clothing is his blue headband. Underneath the cloak, he wears a grey shirt and black cargo pants. He is pale by nature, as he never stays in hot places for long and normally travels the cold lands.

Demo: (Alot of my backstory had fights, however they didn't include how he incuperated guns and his evil eye into his fighting. Without further ado, my demo... Also, don't look at me funny if the fight scenes are in first person.) At a coffee shop, he scanned the internet and forums for a good opportunity to get in some trollings. "Sir?" A waitress said impatiently. "Yeeeesssss???" He drawled out, not looking at her but still paying attention. "That will be 20 Stickdollars, sir." She said through gritted teeth. In a joking mood, Mccaw decided to go on the offense. "Is there another way I can pay?" He said, leaving his statement open ended. A loud slap could probably be heard in space. "Fine, fine... Here." he said, forking up 20 bucks. "Tip?" She said impatiently. "Toothpaste?" He said. Quickly seeing her reaction, he got up, got on the table and hopped off of the table and made a break for the door. Suddenly, he was in a hot pursuit, running from the indignant waitress. Suddenly, he tripped in an alley. The waitress was behind him. He looked up at her. Suddenly, a gun was drawn.

Before she could pull the trigger, he ran up next to her and kicked her knee cap. Grabbing her wrist, he simultaneously grabbed the gun and yanked it out of her hand. Pushing her away, he trained the gun on her. Quickly, a trail of blood streaked down his face as his evil eye activated. Analyzing the situation, he came to a funny realization. "This'll be great." He thought to himself chuckling. Looking into the next building, he saw one wall was purely a thin layer of wood. Turning of his evil eye, he pointed the gun at her and shot her in the foot. She screamed in pain and I grabbed her by the back of the neck and waltzed her over to the wall. I slammed her up against it. Pointing the gun at her, the questions begun. "Who are you?" He growled. "You wouldn't shoot a woman!" She cried. "You are right." He ripped off "her" wig. "Damn." The man said in his real voice. He sighed. He pulled the trigger on the gun as blood splattered against Mccaw's face. "I need a challenge." Mccaw thought as he dusted the blood off his cloak.

Progress in wRHG tournament:

Mccaw won his first battle versus Ned by the skim of his back. I'm surprised.

Battles completed:

Mccaw got his ass swiftly handed to by Acel, Vicar 4, the speed demon.

Points gained/deduced: 0/1