ed in hand-to-hand. Also trained in boxing and kick-boxing for 3 years each. He is great with rifles, handguns and knives. Almost always wears a bulletproof vest. Ranked one of the highest skilled with knives in the USTSA. He always carries a Colt 1911 .45 handgun, his frame-lock folding pocket knife with a six inch blade, a pair of handcuffs, and sometimes other weapons. Smart, agile and fast. Very lethal.[/spoiler]

is human, so he has human weaknesses. He could easily be hurt if he were hit where ever his armor doesn’t protect. Not a very muscular man, so strength could be a weakness.[/spoiler]

keep many friends long. He is a joker, a funny kind of guy with a good sense of humor, but he is all serious when he’s in action. Not very brutal, but more of a “brains over brawn” kind of guy.

He is 23, 6’2 and weighs 185 pounds. He looks like an average man, and that can be deceiving. He’s not very muscular on the outside. Chris has short, brown hair and light colored eyebrows. He has ocean blue eyes. He has a scar on his right cheek from a thorn when he was a kid, a scar on his left shoulder from a bullet wound, and a scar over his chest from a sword. [/spoiler]

new his parents or family, just the family that was the orphanage. He was adopted when he was ten, by a man named John. Chris never learned John’s last name, so that is why Chris has no real last name. John was the leader of the USTSA until he died of a heart attack when Chris was 17. But that had given Chris plenty of time to train with John and as soon as Chris was 18, he enrolled with the USTSA. He amazed his trainers, showing such skill and power. Though people liked him for that, he never really had any friends. The only thing’s Chris considers his friends are his guns, especially his Colt 1911 and his custom M4 and M14. Now, when he isn’t working he enjoys life and fights in the wRHG.[/spoiler]

er and watching the football game that was on the television in front of him. The Dallas Cowboys and Pittsburgh Steelers were playing, and he was enjoying the game. The game went to commercial after a minute. He leaned back in his chair, waiting for the game to resume. He could hear two men arguing off to the side, but he disregarded them. But he heard the shouting get louder and people began screaming. One of the men had pulled a gun!
The man pulled the trigger and shot the other man. The shot one fell on the floor. He wasn’t moving, which lead Chris to believe he was dead. Chris finished his beer and stood up. People were now evacuating the bar in a panic. The armed man stood for a moment and then began to walk out with another man. Chris pulled his gun and aimed at the murderer. But a swarm of people got in the way, and he couldn’t get a clear shot. The only things he could shoot would be the chair and table beside the murderer, or the fire extinguisher.
‘That’s it!’ He thought.
Chris shot the fire extinguisher, letting out a hail of the smoke like substance. Most of it went down on the murderer and his assailant. While they were distracted, Chris approached them, now with his knife instead of his gun. He did a quick swing and stabbed the murderer in the spine. The man spit out blood as he fell to the ground. Chris pulled out his knife from the murderer’s back, put it away and started to walk away.
The assailant realized what happened and also pulled a gun. Chris ducked behind a table and pulled his gun, too. Chris looked over and fired off two warning shots, meant to miss by a few inches. The man fired back, not meaning to miss, but doing so. Chris shot three rounds back, one hitting him in the right shoulder, another hitting him in the right forearm and the other missing. The man shouted in pain and dropped his gun. Chris approached him slowly, his gun still drawn. When he was about a yard away, the man grabbed his gun and his arm shot up fast, aiming his gun at Chris. Chris shot three rounds into the man’s chest. The man now was as dead as his partner, who was on the ground beside him.
Chris was about to walk out when he remembered his beer. He walked over to the bar and placed a five dollar bill on the counter.
“Keep the change.” He said as he walked out the door, adjusting his suit.[/spoiler]



s all stood on end as he shot up in his bed. He looked around fast, trying to see what could have caused him to wake up so sudden. Is the window closed? Check. What about the door? Check. Is everything where it should be? Check. Everything seemed fine, but he was still nervous and slightly frightened. He stepped off his bed and grabbed his pistol that was sitting on the nightstand beside his bed. Chris slowly walked to the door and stood in a stance that was habit for him in a situation like this, his left hand holding his gun and his right hand on the door knob. He waited a few seconds before he quickly pulled the door open.
There was nothing. Even though he was ready, with his gun raised and finger on the trigger, there was no need for that. He looked around in the hall then checked the room nearest his bedroom, the bathroom. Nothing was different, it was all the same. He lowered his gun and slowly walked into the living room. The light switch was to his left, and in one quick motion he turned it on. Once again he raised his gun, but there was no need.
Everything was as it should be, but he still felt frightened. ‘No, that isn’t the word’ he thought. ‘Nervous’
Chris continued to hold his gun as he checked over his apartment a second time. Nothing had changed, and that worried him. He sat on the couch and turned on the TV. The news was on, but it was nothing important. Just some talk about a new mall complex that would soon be built. He started to nod off on the couch, and within minutes, he was fast asleep.
It happened again. He jumped off the couch and grabbed his pistol. He now knew what the sound was, as he had woken up halfway through it. Screams, and many of them. Chris rushed out the door to see a dark “creature” running away from something. The creature seemed to be dragging something. Chris aimed his gun at the thing, but it was just too fast. He lowered his gun, afraid he would miss. He approached the area in which the creature was running from.
The first instinct of Chris’s was to throw up. He threw up multiple times at the horrific sight that lay before him. There was blood everywhere, and on everything. Bodies were disemboweled and everywhere on the small road. There had to be three or four of them, but Chris couldn’t even tell with how much damage had been done to them. There were four pocketknives around them, but all were used to kill them, which Chris found strange. Who would have four pocketknives with them? And why would they use all of them, instead of just one? He thought, because this was just odd. One knife was in someone’s eye, one in someone’s chest, one in someone’s forehead, and last in the back of another person’s head. The last one seemed to be the last one to die. He tried to get away. Chris could conclude that. He reentered his apartment and got ready for work. Today would be the first day he would truly be early for work.

“What do you mean disaster?” a man asked. His name was Collins. He was an average sized man that worked for USTSA. He was Chris’s assistant in tech and mission briefing.
“It was hell. They were destroyed. They were even disemboweled! It was too terrible for a human. I mean, I don’t know what else it could have been, but it definitely wasn’t that.” Chris explained more about the scene.
Collins left the room, and Chris followed. Chris went to his desk and began searching. He wanted to know what that thing was. Nothing matched until he found one article. It read “Fast Demon Creature Kills Four. Bodies disemboweled.” He read on and found out that a man was found less than a block away with no memory of the previous night, but blood covering his body. And the weirdest part was that the blood was not his, instead, it was of many persons, but it was impossible to figure out who it belonged to. The man was not charged of any criminal acts.
Chris was met again by Collins who briefed him on his mission. As a summary, Chris would be sent to South Africa to look for a man named Armand Dakota, who has some relation with the creature and he needs to be taken into custody so the American government can learn more about the creature. He was last seen by a security camera in Africa, which was the reason Chris was going there. Chris would be going alone, armed with his pistol, M14, and his knife, of course. He would also have an extra full magazine of tranquilizer rounds in case they were needed. Chris would board a private jet that would take him all the way there, and then he would be given a truck to help him get around. The truck would a Black 2013 Dodge Ram 2500.
The next morning Chris set off for Africa...

It had been two hours since he had landed and he was finally going to get to do some investigating. The first two hours consisted of him leaving the airport, getting to his hotel, and unpacking his stuff. He had a few changes of clothes, in case his trip lasted longer than he expected. He was now in his truck and headed for a small village, a village in Musina, where Armand was last seen. He found the village, but it seemed he was too late. A building had a large portion of its wall tore out. Cement and rocks were thrown about the town, crushing homes and cars. A large group of people had formed a circle in the middle of the street. Chris got out of his truck to see what had happened. It was almost identical to the last attack.
Body parts were mixed together in the blood and guts from the bodies that were all piled together in the center of the circle. He could make out eight police uniforms and about five civilian uniforms in the parts that weren’t as destroyed. He tried to interrogate some people in the crowd, but they were all crying to bad and wouldn’t answer anything he asked. He finally found one piece of evidence. A map was on the ground, with Masvingo circled in red pen. Chris put the paper in his pocket and drove off in his truck. Masvingo was four hours away, and located in a different country. Zimbabwe.

The drive was normal until Chris hit the checkpoint. Part of the wall to separate the two countries had been destroyed, leaving a very large chunk open. When Chris tried to get through to the next country, they did not allow him to pass. He pulled over and thought on how he could do this. Then he noticed the hole. He had already noticed it before, but now he was paying attention to it. They were boarding it up, but not very well. It looked just large enough for a truck to pass through...

Chris finally was near the town, and he happened to see a nearby lake. He pulled over by it because he saw something strange. It was small and most people would not have noticed it, but he did. There was something by the lake, drinking water. He grabbed his M14 from the back of his truck to see better. He looked down the scope, and sure enough, he was right. There was a man drinking from the water.

Now, Chris would most likely deny it, but for a moment the thought of shooting Armand then and there to get the risk of Armand being the creature out of the way, did go through his head. But he shook away that thought because he did not know whether or not it was true. He lowered his gun and hung the strap over his back. He then carefully climbed down the side of the ridge to where the water was. He walked around one side of the lake until he was on the same side as Armand. He didn’t think Armand saw him, but he was being very cautious. Chris placed his right hand on the holster with his pistol in it.
*He slowly approached Armand from behind. “Hey, are you okay?” Chris asked, trying to be friendly.
Armand jumped at the sound of his voice and nearly fell in the water. Armand reached for his pistol, but found that it was in his coat pocket, and his coat was about twenty feet away. Armand raised his fists, acting as if he would fight Chris. He lowered his fists after a moment of examining Chris.
“Take whatever you want. I don’t want any trouble.” Armand said with fear.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to ask you a few things.” Chris answered, moving his hand away from his holster.
“I won’t be able to help you there. I don’t know much of anything that could help you...” Armand looked down at the ground as he said this.
“I want to ask you about the “creature”. At least, that’s what everyone else knows it as.”
Chris could notice Armand tense up when he said that. All of the hairs on Armand’s body stood on end. “You don’t want to talk about it. Get away from me before it comes!”
“I... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. I just need answers on a few things. And if I don’t get those answers, you will become a wanted man due to me having lack of evidence about you not doing the crimes.” Chris said. “You would be given the death sentence. I don’t think you want that...”
“It wouldn’t work...” Armand mumbled.
“Excuse me?”
“I said it wouldn’t work!” Armand shouted. “They won’t let me die!”
“Armand, who is they? I really want to help you!”
Suddenly two military trucks and a tank pulled up behind them. Chris and Armand watched as squads of soldiers got out of the military trucks and stood in firing position. The tank aimed it’s gun directly at Armand. Both Chris and Armand were in shock. The soldiers were carrying R4’s, MP-5’s, and RPG-7’s, and all of them were aimed at Armand.
“Move!” One of the soldiers yelled to Chris in Shona.
Chris approached him. “Hello soldier” He answered in Shona. “My friend here is not a threat. I’m afraid you have the wrong man.”
“Shut up.” The soldier slapped Chris. “This man is most certainly a threat. Now, stay out of the way unless you want to die.”
Chris rubbed his face where he was smacked. “I don’t take crap like that from people like you.” He punched the soldier in the face.
The soldier coughed blood. “Then take this.” The soldier held his gun against Chris’s face.
Suddenly, everyone turned to hear a scream coming

One does not need to have super powers to be super.

You got an excellent wRHG may be just a bit hard for your character to defeat massive wRHG's such as Cyber virus but then again its not about the win its about having fun writing your character beating the shit out of somebody else's character.

Welcome the wRHG and enjoy your stay.

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He's alright but I just have one problem, he doesn't really stand out. It's not like he's super special or did anything epic. He's just the best with guns. give him a little more depth and story and you got yourself a fine wRHG

That's the point of him. He isn't supposed to stand out. He isn't special. He's just normal, with some cool skills. That's him. Skillful.

@KKA yeah. Like, in the battle against Shocks, he fights a demon that outranks him, but still wins with his intellect and strength, along with his skills.

BTW, I'm now open for battle
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