[@Mr Allen J]

[hider=Clifford Briley]
[u][b]Basic Information[/b][/u]

[b]Name:[/b] 
[INDENT]Clifford Briley[/INDENT]
[b]Nickname/Alias/Etc:[/b] 
[INDENT]Frank’s Dog[/INDENT]
[b]Gender:[/b] 
[INDENT]Male[/INDENT]
[b]Age:[/b] 
[INDENT]34[/INDENT]
[b]Height:[/b] 
[INDENT]6’4[/INDENT]
[b]Weight:[/b] 
[INDENT]245.7 lbs[/INDENT]
[b]Home District:[/b] 
[INDENT]Estella Isle[/INDENT]

[b][u]Appearance[/u][/b]

[b]Hair Color:[/b]
[INDENT]Black[/INDENT] 
[b]Eye Color:[/b]
[INDENT]Blue[/INDENT] 
[b]Ethnicity:[/b]
[INDENT]Caucasian[/INDENT] 
[b]Physical Appearance:[/b]
[INDENT]Exceedingly tall and muscular. Bald. Face is heavily disfigured due to past explosion-related injury. [url=http://i.imgur.com/27gZeWY.jpg?1]Image for reference.[/url][/INDENT] 
[b]Attire:[/b] 
[INDENT]Differs depending on current activity. Normally a mix of heavier clothes and combat gear, somewhat inappropriate for the warm weather. Wears a bloodstained bulldog mask during hostile interactions and operations.[/INDENT]

[b][u]Personality[/u][/b]

[b]Innate & Outward Personality:[/b]
[INDENT]Quiet. Normally not seen lounging in any regard. Almost always in Frank’s immediate proximity, awaiting commands. Incapable of speech due to blast injury, communicates through physical gestures and written words. Shares Frank’s disposition of meta-humans. Absolutely ruthless in hostile scenarios. Caution is advised when approaching.[/INDENT] 
[b]Hobbies/Interests:[/b]
[INDENT]Killing meta-humans.[/INDENT]
[b]Skills/Talents:[/b] 
[INDENT]Vast knowledge of conventional, and some advanced, weaponry, gained mostly from his past time as a NEST agent. Rigorous training and operational experiences have left him with an adaptable and unflinching behavior in combat.[/INDENT]
[b]Prized Possession:[/b]
[INDENT]None.[/INDENT] 
[b]Quote(s):[/b] 
[INDENT]“Hhhhggg.”[/INDENT]
[b]History/Bio:[/b]
[INDENT]Frank’s oldest and dearest friend and companion. Knew him since youth. Enlisted with NEST after an agreement between the two. Served for several years. Incident during an operation left him with a blast injury indirectly caused by a meta-human agent. Agent received a commendation for the ordeal while Clifford quit and joined the Pure, reuniting with Frank. Works alongside him now. Will never leave again.[/INDENT] 

[u][b]Relationships[/b][/u]

[b]Family:[/b] 
[INDENT]He won’t… [i]can’t[/i], say.[/INDENT]

[b]Dynamics:[/b]
[indent][b]Franklin St. Jopling[/b] | [b]Very Good[/b] | [b]Childhood friend, leader[/b] | [i]"Hhhhggg."[/i] |[/indent]

[b][u]Abilities[/u][/b]

[b]Power Class:[/b]
[INDENT]N/A[/INDENT] 
[b]Power:[/b] 
[INDENT]N/A[/INDENT]
[b]Limits:[/b]
[INDENT]N/A[/INDENT]
[b]Weaknesses/Drawbacks:[/b] 
[INDENT]N/A[/INDENT]

[b][u]Other:[/u][/b] 
[INDENT]Blast injury left him with minor brain damage, somewhat responsible for his social ineptness and violent nature in combat. Carries a small whiteboard, marker, and cloth with him at all times to communicate when need be.[/INDENT]

[b][u]Sample Post:[/u][/b]
[INDENT]You may never admit that they’re right but they are.

It’s not natural. It’s not a part of life. It simply isn’t supposed to be. [i]They[/i] should not exist. And say otherwise to his face and he will hurt you on his leader’s command. And he [i]will[/i] issue that command. He knows best what they are capable of and what needs to be done. NEST will eventually fail because they do not take the final measure. But [i]you[/i] see the gangs. The organizations. All this, that is [i]so much worse[/i] than what he, and they, have done. You may never admit it, but you don’t have to. He already knows. And he is already doing something about it.

Maybe he will not see the day he dreams of, if he does dream. If he does sleep. But he will make his contributions. He will do what he is told and he will be ridiculed and vilified for it. But he’ll know it’s right. That a world without [i]them[/i], pure and mundane, will be safer. And it will live longer. Beyond him. Beyond all humans.

It would be so much better.

But you may never agree.[/INDENT][/hider]