“At the heart of all combat lies deception.”
165 poundsBoxing Reach:
Originally left handed but trained to become ambidextrousRace:
Donny is a peculiar individual, at most times appearing unassuming and quaint to put other people at ease. The real Donny is lurid, reptilian, with an almost unearthly presence that thickens the blood and chills the spine. He's a fair skinned man, pale even, hosting a baby-face, dull green eyes, a porno mustache, and sprayed back ginger hair which curls up at the ends, Samhain flames licking at the nape of his neck. He almost always sports a languid grin and frequently wears black pants and dress shoes with suspenders and black gloves, in addition to a dark trench coat or overcoat. He's a fan of ties and speaks with a nasally Downeast accent. His fingerprints have been surgically altered to not register on any recorded database.Weapons and Equipment-
-The weight of his combined personal gear is around twenty-four pounds, discounting the clothes, vest, and satchel. His suspenders help distribute and relieve the weight of his equipment.
-A .454 Magnum Mateba auto-revolver. It has a 6" barrel, titanium firing cylinder, a light trigger pull, and a Mernickle quick draw holster worn on the right thigh. Donny carries three .45 Colt 325 grain Buffalo Bore moon clips, three .454 Casull XTP Hornady clips, and three .454 R.I.P clips. His suspender straps are stocked with six of each individual bullet type.
-Custom Electronic Earplugs. Crafted to a perfect fit, they enhance Donny's hearing by 25% and automatically dilute sounds above the decibel range that would impair his hearing, filtering them down to a manageable level.
-Silenced Glock 43. A semi-automatic pistol holstered to his left thigh holding 12+1 9mm R.I.P rounds. It ejects to the left.
-Unfiltered Camel soft pack cigarettes.
-A roll of quarters.
-Ray Ban sunglasses with transition lenses in his shirt pocket.
-Duplicate Federal Narcotics Agent badge.
-Portable respirator gas mask that snaps discretely onto the back of his belt.
-An eight ounce flask of purified lamp oil.
-Digital recorder preset with several two-hour tracks, including pained sounds, occasional coughing and snorting, casual and serious phone conversations, a muffled voice, muffled whimpering, and whistling.
-A high powered 28,000,000 volt, 10 milliamp Runt stun gun holstered at his left side.
-Belt buckle knife.
-Para Aramid protective equipment including elbow guards, knee guards, and a cup.
-Two specially constructed 1.2 ml polymer syringes filled with VX nerve agent.
-Set of steel cord handcuffs secured to the front of his belt and two spare keys. One key is stitched into his overcoat on the right side and the other is stitched into his left pants pocket.
-Trench coat with holes in the pockets and twelve razor blades stitched into the collar. His shirt has razors in the collar as well.
-A black hearse fitted with bullet-proof black windows, tires and paneling, an electric 300 horsepower induction motor, and xenon flood lights. Goes from 0-60 in 2.7 seconds, makes very little noise compared to gas engine vehicles, and accelerates backwards as fast as it can go forwards.
-A modified X800 ShadowHawk flashlight secured to his belt on the left side. It has a custom tactical rail attached, and can be connected to the top of the Magnum's barrel or to the assault rifle.
-A gas compression ballistic knife with a snap button sheath secured vertically to his right suspender, with the hilt pointing downwards. Has an effective range of 6 meters and travels at 42 mph.
-Tavor TAR-21 assault rifle with two 30-round magazines. This is kept in his car.
-Modified UTAS UTS-15 automatic shotgun with flash suppressor, silencer, and 32 round drum. Kept in a unique zipper satchel that Donny frequently wears slung over his back.
-.950 JDJ rifle with four rounds, one always being loaded. This 85 pound gun is kept in the back of Donny's hearse, which is usually nearby. Comes with a scope.
-Five pull-pin grenades with welded on rings (for ring clips) and optional tripwires, stored on his belt. One MK3 concussion grenade, one M67 fragmentation grenade, one M18 smoke grenade, one M-14 napalm grenade, and one VX gas grenade. Donny can remotely detonate the VX gas grenade using his watch. VX is considered the deadliest chemical weapon on Earth and is deemed a Weapon of Mass Destruction. With a strong breeze the grenade can entirely exterminate all life within an area the size of a city block. As it can kill from mere skin contact, Donny's practical use of the weapon is limited, and he can't safely use it if he's inside its initial release radius (eight yards) or downwind from it.
-Six inch switchblade in his pocket. It has a ring clip at the hilt base.
-A white handkerchief and a one ounce aerosol bottle of cyanide, disguised as nose spray.
-Retractable high-density spear made from graphene. It's 45 inches long at full extension and weighs 34 ounces. It's ten inches in length when retracted. It has a ring clip on the base of the retractable pommel and is worn at Donny's left hip.
-A twenty-eight foot reel of microfilament garrote wire with a diameter of two microns, concealed within a wristwatch that can be withdrawn via a black ring disguised as part the watch frame. It's virtually invisible to the naked eye, lighter than a strand of spider silk, able to cut through collagen fibers like butter, and can withstand up to 4,200 pounds of tension without breaking. It's made from several interwoven, multi-walled carbon nanocables made from CNT shells that have been subjected to high energy irradiation. Donny can control how much is extracted and retracted with the interface of his watch. He can also remove the wire spool from the watch at a moment's notice. The wire is threaded into the ring with a small catch and release mechanism. He usually wears his watch on the underside of his left wrist and carries a spare wire reel.
-Spring loaded five-inch knives within the heels and toes of his shoes that will jut out and lock in place when a switch on the instep is triggered. The soles of his shoes are padded with rubber to muffle his steps.
-Pair of insulated quarter-pound S.A.P black combat gloves weighted with steel shot. They are fashioned from a high density polymer that can resist being cut by the garrote wire.
-A 3A soft vest, able to stop handgun bullets up to .44 Magnum.
-A 22 gram bottle of sulfuric acid synthesized into gel. It has a safety valve and actuator, as may be seen on most cans of pepper spray. The acid spray has a ten foot range and the gel form helps prevent blowback.
-Portable six inch shaving mirror on his belt.
-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. Three are kept in his car, and he keeps one on his person.Physical Abilities/Skills:
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. As a former Green Beret, he diligently trains to stay in peak condition and is a grandmaster of unconventional warfare, as well as an expert on improvised, civilian, and military weaponry. He's a world class gunslinger with a level of manual dexterity and slight of hand most often attributed to master street magicians. Donny's extremely deceptive, excelling in both acting and psychological warfare, in addition to having an eidetic memory combined with a formidable spatial sense. He fights dirty and abuses any advantages without hesitation. Concealed weaponry, surprise attacks, anything goes. His unwarranted ruthlessness alone is enough take most opponents off guard. His go-to solution for any troublemaker is an immediate and untelegraphed bullet to the skull.
He has over eighteen years of experience in combat as an elite professional killer, with 112 confirmed kills in Afghanistan alone. His cognitive abilities are so acute that he may shoot a man dead one moment and pass through an interrogation the next, and his pulse of 40 BPM wouldn't rise at all. He has low latent inhibition, able to rapidly process stimuli and read high intensity situations as if they were children's books. He can memorize and dissolve information to its core components at a glance, create intricate and multi-layered strategies at a moment's notice, and with only moderate preparation could bring down an entire first world country's infrastructure single-handedly. The few associates who personally know him even falsely believe he can see deep into the future, and into the hearts and minds of men. FBI profilers and forensic behavior consultants could scarcely hope to match him in their wildest dreams. Though he's an immensely gifted hand-to-hand fighter with years of SOCP (Special Operations Combatives Program) training, he by far prefers mid-range firefights. He's a true "dead eye" with his selected firearms, and can hit a bottle cap at ninety-one meters with his revolver, the weapon he favors above all others. Such is his skill with the gun that he can draw and accurately fire within a third of a second, his hand withstanding 12 Gs of force in the process. For reference as to the revolver's power, the Casull rounds travel at Mach 1.7 and need but a single shot to take down an African bull elephant. R.I.P rounds are bullets designed to fragment inside the body, causing massive hemorrhaging, and are Donny's preferred ammunition.
At close range with the automatic shotgun, Donny can empty the drum and turn a human into hamburger in about as much time than it takes for the body to hit the ground. His secret weapon, the .950 JDJ rifle, fires a bullet with over nineteen tons of force per square foot.
It can literally shoot through schools.Personality:
Donny is best described as a consumate overachiever, audacious in the extreme if only because he knows that nothing and no-one is beyond his reach, a blood soaked engine of efficiency that processes victims like cakes on a conveyor belt. He's entirely unchained by morality or the legal system and holds himself to no authority but his own. He follows orders only because he likes having something to do, and what he likes to do is kill. Killing is who he is, his reason to get up every morning. As long as there is violence in the distance he will allow others to give him direction, for a price.
He's outrageously crafty and as mean as an Arizona rattler, albeit with a nigh unbreechable calmness some would call detachment, though on an emotional level he's wholly into his job. He loves his profession intimately. He merely has an excellent poker face and never allows himself into a situation that he hasn't control over, though his idea of control is quite different to what others may envision. To Donny, any advantage is an overwhelming one. He's an adrenaline junkie that gets his fix any way he can when he's without an immediate job. He'll provoke fights, drive like a complete maniac, play games with law enforcement, and commit acts of terrorism. He's socially passable by modern standards, but has no qualms about being a public nuisance for his own amusement. He enjoys smoking, but only does so before and after a kill.
He likes taking first-class rides at the airport, black women, black coffee, black suits, and making faces at children.
When he's fully relaxed, usually after a satisfying job, he becomes far more sociable, friendly even. Down at the local watering hole he's considered by more than a few regulars to be a splendid wingman who'll give you a safe, comfortable drive home if you're drunk.
When Donny's at ease, everyone's at ease, at least so long as they know him only as a stranger and not as a professional.Background:
When a young Donny first asked himself what he wanted to be when he grew up, he found that he could answer the question immediately. He didn't think he was going to be a killer, he knew it as a fact. He was born to be bad, and bad to the bone. He had a typical shitty childhood. He was born in Bangor, Maine, his father a U.S Marine, his mother a sickly stay at home wife. He was often unsupervised, and frequently engaged in less than saintly activities. Teachers were astounded at his strange combination of emotional maturity and blatant lack of morals, a hostile alien in the midst of an unsuspecting world. He quickly learned how to make them think he was a swell kid. In his youth he won several national marksman championships, a regular Annie Oakley. As soon as he was old enough he joined the military. He was good at what he did, to say the least. He eventually became a Green Beret and served Special Forces in Iraq and Afghanistan. He was given a dishonorable discharge for publicly undefined civil misdemeanors in addition to rumors that he was slaying civilians. After his discharge he settled into Las Vegas.
There he found quick work as a crime syndicate hit man that dispatched anyone who filched on their gambling debts, seizing their assets for himself along with 20-40% of however much money they owed to his employers, plus expenses. Obviously his reputation decreased business, but it was a simple matter for the higher ups to conceal his involvement in many of the deaths. The consistency of his work easily made up for any gamblers he slew or scared away by proxy.
Whenever he wasn't popping filchers, he was taking up hits. Assassinations of all kinds were welcome. He grew into the role of a mythical monster, dreaded to such an extend that the Mafia dared not to double-cross him. Some organizations even chose to believe that the existence of the unstoppable hitman was merely an urban legend. Once, he was ambushed by fifteen heavily armed men after being frisked for weapons and placed into an isolated, windowless, and soundproofed room under the pretense of meeting a now dead crime boss. He left without a scratch, inexplicably killing every trained gunman in the room in under one minute by wildly varying means despite every precaution they took. Though the room had a camera in every corner, video evidence of the encounter was never found.
Local police and state investigators, to avoid mass casualties, decided to simply stay out of his way. The way they saw it, no possible confrontation with him could result in anything less than a catastrophe rivaling 9/11. The Feds were only called in once, and never again after having eight dozen of their own slaughtered in an incident so brutally embarrassing, it was wiped from the records and in Donny's place a patsy was tossed to the dogs, the failure so complete that a cover-up was the only way to preserve the public's respect for the government. The police have since avoided investigating too deeply into any murder scene where unfiltered Camel cigarette butts are found. After the massacre Donny became the founder of "K9" (Killer Nine), a team of expert hitmen feared throughout the country. K9's been proven able to kill anyone, anywhere, within two weeks regardless of their location or importance. Perhaps it's fortunate that nobody who has thus far asked them to kill the president has had enough money to pay for the job.Theme Music: