Kail's Character Library

[Kail DeWraith]

Well here it is. The character library (although it isn't complete) of my life. I will warn you all that most of my characters share the same trait...They are all big. Now let me explain why this happens.

As I've read books, role plays, etc. etc. (and correct me if I'm wrong) it seems most of the main characters are smaller, quick thinking, and would rather talk it out than get to throwing hands or bullets. With this in mind I've done my best to try and break that trend (I'm pretty sure I'm currently failing at this). I do plan on adding more when I find them/create them/remember them. Either way, here they are! I hope you enjoy them.

-Index-

-Johnathan Ferrara (1930's Crime/Drama)

-Kail "Pretty Boy"DeWraith (Current Day Biker Gang Crime/Drama)

-Drake Frost (Post-Apocolyptic Horror/Survival)

-Curtis Rhames

-Jarom McDonald (Current Day Action/Suspense/Semi-Romance)

-Bobby Connolly (Current Day Romance/Drama)

-Darrius "D" Clifford (Current Day Crime/Drama)

[Kail DeWraith]

Name: Johnathan Ferrara

Age: Mid 30's

Height: 6'4

Weight: 274

Build: Broad shoulder, muscular

Hair Color/Style: Black, Combed back

Scars: John's body is a story of war. He has been shot and stabbed numerous times. A trench knife scar runs along his right side from the bottom of his ribs to his hip. Three bullet scars are massed in the center of his stomach along with the scars of buck shot on his back. His hands are scarred from numerous fights in Speak-Easies, the War, and street fights when he was younger in New York.
Clothing: John is always seen in very expensive three piece suits with matching fedora style hats.

Personal Items: Being the "Business Man" he is John is always open for work although he isn't always doing business. Twin Colt 1911's in .45 caliber are always carried in the twin shoulder holster rig along with 4 extra magazines for his favorite pistols. A switch blade is carried in his right pocket along with a back up snub nose .38 revolver in an ankle holster.


Short Overview of what happened with John:

John was a character I created for a 1920/30s Crime/Drama role play that belonged to a friend of mine. His entrance was a rather dramatic one in this role play considering the "Boss" of the Crime family the role players worked for had hired him to "off" them all. Needless to say John had a wonderful time tracking each of them down and killing them in creative ways. Through the story John was introduced as a cold blooded killer while he was at work. Remarkably he could separate his work life from his personal life. His love interest was named Marie, a woman he had kidnapped for the family but they fell in love (this side story was told by Marie's memories of her husband). John was a veteran of the first World War. He was a part of a special unit that was trained in tactics of trench clearing. Because of this training and the experience in the war, John was exceptionally good with pistols, knives, and shotguns. The one problem John was known to have was drinking. He would drink constantly. This would ultimately be his down fall. The war had really scarred him both physically and emotionally. He deal with shell shock (or Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome) every day of his life and would have flash backs at the worse times. To run away from his problems and guilt John drank. While he was drunk one night a group of the people he was hired to kill broke into his supposed "safe house" and murder his wife than tortured him. He was hung from the rafters of a church he frequented and the message was sent to the "Boss" that it was time he retired.

[Kail DeWraith]

Name: Kail DeWraith

Nickname: Pretty Boy

Position: Nomad Enforcer

Height: 6'3

Weight: 270

Build: Muscular, not really cut but very little fat

Most Notable Tattoos:
-Neck: S.o.H emblem on the left side
-Back: Sons of Havoc tattooed across his upper back, his lower back has Nomad (so his back looks like the back of a cut)

Personality: Kail is very aggresive, loud, almost obnoxious, and from the outside looking in one would think he is crazy but in most situations he is in total control of himself.

Strengths: Physically Kail is as strong as an Ox other than his physical strength Kail is very good at handling firearms.

Weakness: Quick thinking is by far not Kail's strength, he would rather be up front about everything and just kill the person questioning him rather than try to have a game of wits.

Addiction: Cigars, Alcohol, and the occasional line of coke

Specialty: Brawling, Murder-For-Hire, Drug Running, Extortion, and Interrogation

Bike: Kail drives a Harley VRSC, 1800 cc. The bike itself is all black except for the SoH sign painted on the gas tank and back fender. Kail bought the bike from his winnings in Arizona while he fought as a bare knuckle boxer for the Aryian Nation.

Items Usually on person: A K-Bar knife hanging from his right hip, .357 S&W Airlite 5 shot revolver in right boot, Sig Sauer P220 .45 cal carried his shoulder holster in his cut jacket.


What has happened with Kail (so far)-
Kail was created for a Biker RP on another site. My vision for him was my Grandpa in his early years. A very loud, aggressive, party animal with a horrible temper. Kail is what, in the outlaw biker world, they call a Nomad. He is a part of a Motorcycle Club but doesn't stay in one place. He travels around and handles business for the Club President. "Business" could be considered anything from dealing drugs, killing, or punishing members who don't follow the Presidents commands. Unfortunately this RP is at a current stand still. Kail will probably end up back in prison for murder or dealing meth or both.

[Kail DeWraith]

Name: Drake Frost

Age: 31

Height: 6'4

Weight: 274

Personality: Drake does his best to put on a tough front but he has a lot of compassion for people. He tends to cling to people fairly quickly (this will be explained later) and doesn't want to loose them. He does have a temper but he is quick to apologize once he looses it.

Job in the Hold: Rescue Force Field Operations Commander

Personal Items- Picture of his family, pack of smokes, Luminox Dive watch, his pack with an extra change of clothes. He usually wears a bandanna around his head to keep the sweat out of his eyes and one around his neck because he wants to look like a bad ass.
Tactical Gear- Tactical Vest with 5 extra magazines for his M-4 and 5 extra magazines for his Sig Sauer 226. His pistol is kept in a thigh holster and has a lanyard connected to it. The pistol also has a tactical light on it also. The M-4 rifle has a mil-spec red dot scope along with a tactical light and a three point harness to keep the rifle on him. He does have gloves and wears clear Oakley shooting glasses (taken from the mall) to protect his eyes from blood, flying dust, and of course the sun. He has a Benchmade Infidel knife in his right pocket along with his Benchmade fighting knife hooked to his vest on the left breast above his rifle magazines.

Short History: Drake was a normal guy before the war. He worked as a welder at one of the many shops around Portland that serviced the large ships that floated down the Columbia river. One weekend a month and two weeks a year he gave to his country as a volunteered soldier for the National Guard. Nothing special. He did it for the nice benefits and extra pay. He didn't want to be a soldier. His job for the Guard was an Engineer. In a nut shell he blew shit up. Once things went bad Drake fortified his little home in North East Portland and fought the Zombies off as much as possible with a old shotgun his dad had given him and the .357 revolver he had bought to go with him in case he went to the Middle East. A neighbor, who was a cop, came and rescued the family to take them to the Hold (which was being fortified at the time). Drake's welding and "engineering" skills helped make the Portland Hold even better. Along with his little military experience Drake joined the Rescue Force. His duties as Field Commander on the Rescue Force has put a strain on the relationship with his wife Jenny.


What happened with Drake-
When I created Drake I wanted to start showing a softer character and working with a man that does what he is required to do whether it is taking care of his family in a post-WWIII world or leading a rescue team into hordes of undead. Drake was created. The world the I created for this role play was fairly in depth although it needed a lot of work. The Role Play is still going (kind of) but has currently lost interest of the players. So who know what will happen with Drake. I loved writing Drake's actions out in this role play. Many of the characters he was surrounded by were experienced soldiers so you definitely saw a lack of experience in Drakes character when they would enter buildings to find survivors. But in the end what Drake lacked in experience he made up in quick thinking and love for his team. He always felt guilty for the people he lost on missions or survivors who died while they were traveling back to the "safe zone".

[Kail DeWraith]

Name: Curtis Rhames
Age: 26
Race: Human


Appearance:
Curtis stands at a normal 6 foot even, he is athletically toned, and is always wearing up to date clothing. From suits, to jeans, to whatever else Curtis is always fashionably dressed. His hair is never really combed but it is always styled in a messy way.


Tattoos/Scars:
- Curtis' only tattoo is the Marine Corp emblem on his right shoulder

- Four gun shot scars to his chest

- A cross is scarred on his left forearm



Personality:
The Marine Corp does funny things to people. It changed Curtis completely. Once a quiet, shy boy that was afraid of his own shadow, now Curtis is a man who commands the respect and attention of every person he comes in contact with. He doesn't say anything unless he means it or it is needed to be said, very rarely does he talk just to BS. He is strictly business 99 percent of the time.

History:
Curtis grew up in a small town called Kamas in the northern Rocky Mountains about 2 hours outside of Salt Lake City, Utah. His father was a baptist preacher and his mother a devout baptist. His parents were paranoid of the "evils" of the world so they kept their only son inside. They didn't allow him to have contact with the other boys and girls, and they home schooled him.

His studies consisted primarily of reading the bible, memorizing verses, and learning the historical events that tied into the bible.

At the age of 17 Curtis decided to take his fate in his own hands. He left home, earned his GED, than enlisted to the United States Marine Corps. Entering the service changed his life. He adapted to the very strict life style that Marines lived, he learned quick how to be a top notch rifle man, and was eventually recruited to be apart of the Marines elite Counter Terrorist Unit.

When he was 21 he was recruited into a special agency inside the government that placed Curtis inside of Embassy's across the world. His assignment at each Embassy was to gain intelligence on the local terrorist cells operating in each country and if possibly to minimize the threat. Curtis was very good at his job. His last assignment was in Rome. A terrorist organization called the Neo-Templar's, a group of second rate Christian radicals that didn't do much but bitch about a godless heathens, were his target. They had acquired a suit case bomb that was equal to the nuke dropped on Nagasaki, Japan. What Curtis found inside the lair of the Christian organization was something else.

After facing death, even embracing it while in the catacombs underneath Rome, Curtis' eyes were opened to the world that existed in the world he knew. He saw things. Things that shouldn't be there. Twisted forms of people that should be dead yet they still walked. He saw kids that had been cut from the stomach to the neck, their guts hanging free, still walking around like should be alive. He saw men with gaping holes in their heads, chests, stomachs, and every where else staring at him like he was that one that didn't belong in the world. He also saw demons.

The demon that "administered" to him that night in Rome left his mark on Curtis' skin after hours and hours of torturing the mans soul. An upside down cross the carved into Curtis' left forearm. Curtis passed out in pain once the demon left him.

The days after this happened Curtis saw many things. Angels, ghosts, and maybe even hell. He wasn't sure. But he lived. Four gun shot wounds to his chest, horrible lacerations covering his left forearm, and he was still alive. The extraction team found him barely alive.

Year later Curtis is a police officer for the NYPD's Cold Case unit, the one section the "worthless" cops get sent to. He is addicted to speed pills, drinks entirely to much, and is terrified of enclosed spaces and the dark. Thanks to his time in the "holy city" Curtis is considered a liability to all around him.

[Kail DeWraith]

Name: Jarom McDonald

Role in RP: Guy 2 (or which ever)

Age: 33

Appearance: Standing around 6'0, weighing about 250 lbs, Jarom is a fairly muscular man, he is usually seen wearing expensive Armani suits of varying colors, if he is not in a suit he is in jeans, boots, and a t-shirt. His hair is black and he has brown eyes.
Personality: Jarom is a normal guy, he's not overly loud and not particularly quiet. His biggest personality trait is that he has a horrible temper, when he blows his lid all rational thinking, he has a nasty habit for gambling, fast women, and expensive cars.

Short Bio/history: Jarom started out his career as a US Marine. Serving his time he went from a normal grunt to being a Force Recon Marine with a specification in Urban Combat tactics. Jarom stayed in the Marines until he was 26 but was discharged for assaulting an officer. After his time in the military the private military contractor firm known as Black Water came and hired him as an "Armed Guard" in the middle east. His work in the middle east is shrouded in deniability but it is thought that he was part of an assassin network that the US would use to target high ranking terrorists, civilian establishments, and anything else that needed to be blown up or killed. Currently it is believed that Jarom is somewhere in the United States working as the leader of a Smuggler group that trafficks weapons and drugs.

Weapon(s): Kimber SIS .45 cal (1x shoulder holster), Kimber SIS "pocket gun" .45 cal (1x kept in small of back), S&W .38 snub nose (1x kept on right ankle), Benchmade Infidel stilleto (right pocket)

Others: Jarom usually keeps an assortment of long guns in the trunk of his cars

What happened with Jarom:
The Role Play was called "The Devil's Daughters". The basis for this role play was the world three or four top assassin's are these adopted girls of a criminal mastermind/king pin type character named "The Devil". Each girl is given an assignment to kill these guys. I created Jarom with the image of an American James Bond who doesn't have morals. He loves money. And he flaunts the money he has. I was the oldest guy with the oldest daughter. The role play opened up with Jarom making a deal with some dangerous people. He did the deal, left, than was volunteered (see black mail) to kill a few people in Japan. He went to Japan, did his thing, and crossed his assassin. They did the thing, faked Jarom's death to fool daddy (that's "The Devil") and than the role played. Jarom is still laying on a roof watching a few targets through a high powered scope with a rifle snuggled up against his shoulder. Sad but true....

[Kail DeWraith]

Name: Jackson Ellis

Alias: Jacks, Jack, Jackie

Age: 34

Height: 6'4

Weight: 279

Occupation: Gang/Narc Task Force

Habits: Chain smoker, occasional drinker, womanizer, semi-corrupt cop (see addict to money)

Personality: Angry. That could describe Jackson. He believes himself to be a "righteous brother" that takes from the evil white people and helps out the struggling youth in the poverty stricken streets of the city. In truth he is just pissed off that "society" lied to him saying he could have been whatever he wanted to be.

Clothing/Style: Being an undercover gang unit/narc officer, Jackson is always dressed in street clothes. His clothing changes all the time, its part of his "cover".

Weapon of Choice: His favorite gun is a S&W 329 Airlite .44 magnum. He carries a Glock 20 (10mm) and a Glock 25 (10mm) for a back up gun. Along with his pistol he carries a Benchmade Infedel and a sap.

Training: Jackson has been well trained in Krav Maga martial arts, rated in every gun the police department (and most other guns) that are used and is very skilled with a blade (related to his krav maga training).

Background: Revealed via Blood Money RP

[Kail DeWraith]

Sylas aka "Sy"

Age: Somewhere around 1000 years old

Height: 6'3

Weight: 255

Hair: black

Eyes: blue

Distinguishing Marks: a few scars from living a life, a tattoo on his upper right shoulder of ancient Nordic symbols of strength and honor

Dress: Normally he wears expensive suits of varying colors, when it is appropriate he wears jeans, boots, and t-shirts along with leather jackets to help cover up whatever he needs hidden, whether it be weapons or papers, sunglasses are commonly seen on his face to cover up his eyes when ever they turn color.

Profession: Cleaner for The Order

Hobbies: History, theater (attending and participating), Bushido, Swordsmanship, and multiple other forms of Martial Arts.

Family: Dead. He was bitten at the age of 12 so his family has since died and decayed.



Brief History: Sylas was a chosen peasant in a small village in the English country side. The lord of the land was a Vampire. Sylas had spent time working in his stables, had proven to be a very useful and loyal servant, and was bitten. Once this happened, Sylas spent years trying to learn how to deal with being a vampire. His master saw his inner struggle and sent him out into the world to learn. Sylas took quickly to varying martial art forms including the English broadsword and Pike. He even traveled to the Orient, Japan to be exact, to learn the art of Bushido.

First and foremost Sylas is a soldier. His "new" family, The Order and the vampire Lord who bit him, are where is loyalties lie. He has spent the majority of his life crafting his body and skills into being the perfect tool for his family. In the most recent years, since the first world war up until the Vietnam war, Sylas has been involved in some way or another. In WWII Sylas was apart of the under ground Germanic resistance that helped the United States Paratroopers land in enemy territory. In the Vietnam war he worked as a translator and military specialist helping the South Vietnamese in their fight.

In current day, Sylas has been seen across the world insuring the existence of The Order never reaches the worlds attention.

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