[hider=Wes Shanks] [b]NAME:[/b] Wes Shanks. [b]AGE: [/b] Thirty-four. [b]SEX: [/b] Male. [b]NICKNAME: [/b] Most of the time he just goes by Wes, and if you call him Wesley prepare to get a knuckle sandwich. 'That Tall Guy Who'll Beat Your Ass' also works just fine. [b]DESCRIPTION: [/b] The thing most people remember about Wes is his pure size. Large, broad shoulders, equally large biceps and arms, and just a big frame. Wes' face is as you might expect from a brute like him, only slightly handsome with a rude sneer almost plastered on it half the time. Hell, you might as well just call him a bull and be done with it. His face is rather scrunched, and having a slightly crooked nose doesn't help. He sports a bald head with black sideburns, and dark brown eyes. He stands at roughly 6'7 and weighs close to three hundred pounds. Don't be fooled, most of the weight is simply muscle, muscle he'd use to tear off your head. [img=http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/134/3/8/hammer_by_ashmantle-d4zqjeo.jpg] [b]PERSONALITY:[/b] Wes is... a dick. You would be extremely hard pressed to get along with his attitude about the world. If its not booze, hookers, or whatever item of interest he chooses, its not worth a damn. He's pretty self entitled, and he's earned a lot of that being able to get his way through brute strength alone. If you somehow manage to get past the rough exterior... Wes is still a dick. If you're not Wes, have fun being pissed at. Still, its not like Wes is completely a dick. He's got decent morality, and always holds a semi-code of honor. [b]ATTIRE:[/b] When in combat, Wes prefers to not weigh himself down. He wears standard U.S. fatigues with a bit of a twist. The arms have been cut off on most of his uniforms, allowing for easier movement, and better exposure of his swole. He prefers to go with lightweight armor, only a bit of kevlar here and there. He usually wears a couple forearm braces and makes sure to wrap them up tight. Usually strapped around one shoulder is his pack as well, filled with whatever goods he might need for the mission. And good thing trying to get him to wear a helmet. He absolutely refuses to wear one. Ever since he saw a private get his head turned into slush as a high caliber bullet ricochet around the inside of their headgear he's refuses to wear one. [b]WEAPON OF CHOICE [/b] His fists. Bricks. Really, anything he can get his hands on. Of course, if you want an actual weapon, Wes loves to carry around his Heckler and Koch MG4. While not exactly a weapon of mass destruction, it does the job extremely well. The weapon might not be deadly accurate, but expect loads of bullets to soon find their way around your position. As per secondary weapons, Wes explicitly carries heavy weapons. Strapped on his back is the Shoulder-launched Multipurpose Assault Weapon/SMAW. He carries two types of ammunition, HEDP and HEAA for both the fighting of tanks and the fighting of men. And to top it all off, Wes decides to strap explosives all over his body. C4 is usually the best choice, but he sometimes mixes it up. [b]MUGGING [/b] Wes would simply laugh and walk away. [b]BIOGRAPHY[/b] Being born in the New York ghetto has its benefits. For one, you learn how to fight. And for a white boy, you really needed to learn how to fight. With a plumber for a father, hopes weren't really high for getting into Harvard. Not like Wes had any of the smarts for that kind of school anyways. He was lucky to even get a high school education, even though he despised every minute of it. Of course, with threats of being beaten for not getting good grades, he struggled and managed to get by. Not really being given much and being forced to work hard for everything made him the cynical dick he is today. So, it was either spend the rest of your life as a plumber or join the Army! You can probably imagine what choice Wes picked. Really, the army seemed pretty similar to early life. Wake up to screaming. Grovel in your own head as the screaming was directed at you. Fight. Fight. Fight. Eat lunch. Fight some more. Basic was easy, and war seemed even easier. It seemed Wes had a knack for explosives and for beating people up. You'd be amazed at how many times Wes had to run at a tank and stick a bunch of C4 on it. Fun times. Of course, he had to go and get kicked out. Not by any sort of super illegal means, just by bullshit officers. It turns out setting up a base-wide fighting ring is 'illegal' and 'immoral' and gambling was wrong? Maybe the huge amounts of contraband were also a factor. Oh, and the broken jaw on that NCO who wouldn't fucking piss off. So in search of ways to continue his life, he joined up with the Dreadnaughts. Let's just say its better now. [b]TALENTS[/b] Explosives. Check. Punching people in the face. Check. Having kick-ass parties. Check. Lately, Wes has been learning how to fight for real. Boxing represents his skill at fighting with more grace and finesse rather than just punching people in the face. With boxing he can kick peoples asses and [i]look cool while doing it[/i]. Well, even cooler than before. He also is surprisingly into Dungeons and Dragons. [b]ROLE: [/b] [i]I am hehvy weppins goi. AND THIS. IS MAI VEP-[/i] wait, wrong guy. If you were to throw a role on Wes, it would most likely be [b]Infantry - Heavy Weapons / Urban Combat Specialist[/b]. Basically, his job is to show up, look cool, fire off a few rockets and spray out bullets all the while smoking a cigar and looking bad ass. If you ever need someone to take down a tank, blow up a building, beat a hostage up, he's your man. [b]OTHER:[/b] Other than the fact that he has a soft spot for cats, not much. [b]I LIKE [/b] Cigars, booze, women. Cute little kittens, sometimes dogs. Big ass guns, lots of explosives. [b]I DISLIKE [/b] Feminist cunts. Westboro Baptist Church. Terrorism. Your mom. [b]ATTRIBUTES[/b] Strength -/7/- He's pretty much got the strength of an ox. If you went against him in arm wrestling, you'd probably break your own arm. Dexterity -/2/- While not super agile like a ninja, Wes has enough to make it easier for him to fight, to actually dodge some hits instead of taking them. Constitution -/4/- A hard earned constitution allows him to take hits while dealing out stronger ones. Wisdom -/2/- Enough wisdom not to blow himself up when dealing with explosives, but not enough to make the answer anything other than 'punch them a lot'. Intelligence -/3/- He's not exactly Einstein, but he has enough intelligence to get the job done. You don't exactly need much when you're Wes. Charisma -/1/- He's a huge asshole. [b]SKILLS[/b] Melee Combat, Finesse ~/~ Melee Combat, Brute ~/~ Unarmed Combat, Finesse ~/~ Unarmed Combat, Brute ~/~ Marksmanship ~/~ Explosives ~/~ Tactics ~/~ Operating ~/~ Medicine ~/~ Sneaking ~/~ Mechanics ~/~ Camouflage ~/~ Survival ~/~ Persuasion ~/~ Intimidation ~/~ Regulation ~/~ Lying ~/~ Leadership ~/~ Willpower ~/~ Morale ~/~ Stamina ~/~ Health ~/~ [b]SPECIALIZATION[/b] Unarmed Combat - Improvisation. If he's ever in a fight, Wes will never hesitate to use what he has at his disposal to kick your ass. Bricks, bottles, hell, he's even beat some poor wanker bloody with a shovel before. In a fight, he's best when he picks up something sturdy and large enough to bash your head in with. Chairs, paintings, and even large enough firearms won't be out of his mind. [/hider]