Name: Donovan Booth Age: 36 Alias: "First-Degree" Donny Height: 5'10" Weight: 160 pounds [img]http://s18.postimg.org/dbaq3rz9l/doo.png[/img] Appearance: A slight man with no eyebrows, a baby-face, emerald eyes, and greasy ginger hair, Donny is without a doubt an unassuming individual. He almost always wears black pants and dress shoes with suspenders and black gloves, though commonly hides his equipment and features beneath a trenchcoat and hat. He always wears a tie, though the color and design of it frequently changes. He speaks with a nasally Downeast accent, one that most people find pervy sounding. [img]http://s32.postimg.org/gamasrtad/DDDDDONNNEH.png[/img] Personality: Donny is what would be called an ubermensch. He follows his own code and does as he wants, believing only in his own will and the in the cold steel of his .44 Magnum. He follows orders because he likes having something to do, and what he likes to do is murder. He is unbelievably crafty, and as mean as an Arizona rattler. He frequently feigns emotion and warmth to stay on just the right side of socially passable by modern standards, but he has no qualms about being a public nuisance. He is quite skilled at being annoying, and uses it as a tool to pick fights. He enjoys smoking, but only does so before and after a kill. [img]http://s23.postimg.org/9pk2cea3f/killllll.png[/img] Skills/Abilities: Donny looks like a geeky dad, the kind of embarrassing adult that could be found doing jumping jacks in neon dolphin shorts down at the local YMCA. This is a strength. Hardly anyone ever suspects just how obscenely dangerous he really is. His physicality is comparable to that of a highly trained marine, as he consistently trains to stay in peak condition. He has over seventeen years of experience in urban combat as an elite mafia goon, with at least 172 confirmed kills. Though he is a capable hand-to-hand fighter, he by far prefers mid-range firefights. He is a true "dead eye" with his selected firearms, and can hit a fly at ninety-one meters with his .44 Magnum, the weapon he favors above all others. Such is his skill with the gun that he can fire off all six shots in less than a second by fanning the hammer, whilst still maintaining near-perfect accuracy. For reference as to the Magnum's power, the slugs can rip through armor like rice paper and put a four inch hole through a steel cooking pan at three hundred feet. [b][color=9e0b0f]Weapons and Equipment-[/color][/b] -Raging Bull .44 Magnum revolver with a Mernickle quick draw holster and seven moon clips (48 shots total) on his belt on the right side. -Tommy Gun with two spare 100-round drums (300 shots total) slung over his back. -Five pull-pin fragmentation grenades with optional tripwires on his belt. -Six inch switchblade in his pocket. It has a ring clip at the hilt base. -Claw hammer holstered at his belt. -Customized retractable high-density golf club made just for braining folks holstered at his belt. It has a ring clip at the hilt base. -Fifteen foot razor sharp microfilament garrote wire reel concealed within a wristwatch that can be withdrawn via clip ring. It is almost invisible to the naked eye, sharp enough to cut through bone with some effort, and can withstand up to 2,100 pounds of tension without breaking. -Spring loaded five-inch knives within the heels and toes of his shoes that will jut out when a switch on the instep is triggered. -Pair of quarter-pound S.A.P black combat gloves weighted with lead. They are fashioned from a high density polymer that can resist being cut by the garrote wire. -A heavy duty bullet proof vest that can stop even the largest of slugs. -Can of FOX military grade pepper spray holstered at his belt. -Portable six inch shaving mirror on his belt. -Satchel holding four adhesive bombs, which can be remotely detonated via digital watch or set with a timer. Each bomb contains enough TNT to scrap a minivan. [img]http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c150/BigSkiff/M44.jpg[/img] [img]http://s17.postimg.org/w6yo9xhvj/taaaaa.png[/img] [img]http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/tony-secord/images/0/0a/Stiletto_Switchblade.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20121220232649[/img] [img]http://s17.postimg.org/y1g45eu9r/lellll.png[/img] [img]http://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/s--dk__SIZ4--/c_scale,fl_progressive,q_80,w_800/lwsanp4uotifw8zbancn.jpg[/img] [img]http://s21.postimg.org/z7sac066v/hyyyyy.jpg[/img] [img]http://s23.postimg.org/e872zs14b/boooo.jpg[/img] [img]http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/gtawiki/images/7/7f/Sticky_Bomb-GTAV.png/revision/latest?cb=20130929074646[/img] [img]http://s9.postimg.org/t0mbn4kn3/dooo.png[/img] Weaknesses: Donny is, in the end, only human. As dangerous as a human can get, surely, but still susceptible to the mortal fallacy. He has to sleep, he has to eat, and he can't survive anything that would kill a man. A bullet through the back of the head, a falling steel beam, even getting ganked in a corner by a dozen thugs. With patience and tact, any man may be brought down from his high horse. That, and the natural faults of preferring a revolver over a handgun. Donny can't quickfire if one of his hands is busy or incapacitated, and if he does use up his ammunition, his gun takes longer to reload than most automatics. [img]http://s21.postimg.org/69hh0al3r/image.png[/img] History: Donny had a typical psychopathic childhood. He was born in Bangor, Maine, his father a U.S Marine, his mother a sickly stay at home wife, and his uncle a bastard rapist. He was often unsupervised, and frequently engaged in less than moral activities. He bullied other children, killed animals, and stole from the local supermarket on a regular basis. As soon as he got his driver's license, he stole his parent's van hit the road, moving to Gotham and with nary a penny in his pockets after using up the rest for gas. There he found quick work as a mafia hit man that dispatched anyone who filched on their gambling debts, his audacity and ruthlessness impressing his employers that ran the bookies. He began as an assassin and never switched professions. He was good at it. When people stopped trying to avoid paying their dues out of fear from a visit from the mafia's grim reaper, he took up with anybody willing to pay him for a kill. Any hit that was requested of him, he accepted and completed. By the time he was in his mid-twenties, he was locally known as "First-Degree" Donny, a universal killer and as far as the Las Vegas Police were concerned, a veritable one-man army. There's another reason for his infamy, however. He has a hobby. In his spare time Donny wanders the streets after dark, a claw hammer hidden inside his overcoat. He kills lone women beneath city overpasses and in motel alleyways, in order to sate his hunger for violence. Being a part-time serial killer in addition to a bookie enforcer/hit man naturally solidified his reputation as a high profile criminal, and he is currently on the FBI's Most Wanted list with a reward of two-million dollars on his head. Theme Music: [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUAdgt5Glk0[/youtube]