Red

[The Red Hunter]

Full Name: Red Hunter (real name might never be known)

Nickname(s): Red, RH, the freak in the cape.

Gender: Male

Birthday: unknown

Age: about 36ish

Good or Evil?: Vigilante, but can be turned to the side of the good guys when needed

Siblings: None

Family: None

Hair: Dark yellow

Eyes: The left is reddish brown while the right is totally pale

Skin Tone: Slightly pale

Personality: Even though at his core he is a good and caring man who only wants to help and do what should be done, his unstable psyche make him seem like a merciless trigger lunatic. He is a loner for that reason. He sees the world differently then you and I and that’s why he doesn’t want almost any contact. After all he’s not a big fan pf the “catch them alive” police rule. He can be a bit sarcastic and immature at rare times but most of the time his is this focused, calculating, efficient, killing machine fueled by will and grim determination. He doesn’t believe that heroes exist. Also he hates corrupt law enforcers and public workers. Who wouldn’t.
Weaknesses: Though he trained long and hard, he still retained the basic natural human weaknesses like vulnerability, sickness ets, but he does his best to avoid them with his skill and armor.
History: Not much is known about Red. He almost appeared out of nowhere in a large cost city of Westmoor where numerous rapports of a man in red stopping several crimes in progress like: burglary, car theft, rape, gang violence, vandalism. All the would-be criminals were found knocked out or with bruises and broken bones eager to confess and testify. This continued for some time until new rapports came that the man in red has shifted his focus on a private company owned by a man called Jordan Hartley who greatly helped the citizens of Westmoor and restored the city to full glory after a period of unemployment and decay. The rapports started showing the man in red fighting interrogating and killing a large number of gang members and members of the city’s crime families. Time passed and bodies piled up. Then one day the police the police received a call about a brake-in at the central business where Hartly’s main building is. They arrived at the building and found its hallways littered with dead bodies of henchmen and security guards. Jordan Hartly was found in his office, barely alive, stripped to his underwear, handcuffed to a radiator pipe and the words “I sell drugs” carved into his skin all over his body. Surely he denied the charges, claiming that all that were the actions of a madman. But all that changed when one of the officers present saw what was displayed on Hartly’s computer: drug sale toots, lists of payroolers, evidence on other crime families, white slavery clients and a whole lot more. After the events of that day, the people now knew who their supposed “hero” really was. Disgusted by the city he lived in, Red left Westmoor and moved to Go city where he established himself there as an efficient vigilante. Leaves the so called super villains to Team Go, while he takes care of the criminal element of Go City.

Rp Sample: Red could feel the bone crack as he slammed his elbow into the thugs arm, bending it in a way it shouldn’t bend. Sancho, the skinny Hispanic drew what looked like an nine millimeter handgun. But Red was faster. He could see that, in his state of superstitious terror, Sancho was aiming to high and to his right. Letting go of the now broken arm Red dashed toward Sancho. Before the skinny man could react, he felt the air being knocked out of him by an armored fist slamming into his gut. He collapsed onto his knees. His whole body shaking, Sancho looked up to see three glowing dots as red as blood staring down upon him. Then his vision was filled by darkness and an armored boot struck the side of his head, knocking him out as sure as a light switch turns a room into darkness.
Red stood over the scattered body of the thugs. He could see their chest bobbing up and down as the breathed slowly. Obviously he didn’t hit the too hard… or maybe not hard enough. He could never figure out the difference. He didn’t really care.
Suddenly, red and blue lights pored through the broken dusty windows of the warehouse and the sounds of police sirens drew closer. Some wayward pedestrian must have hired the commotion and called it in. Tipical. No time to search the place for clues. There was one other possibility but Red wasn’t so sure was it worth it. The police sirens that were even louder now made his mind up for him. He grabbed the knocked out Sancho by the belt, hoisted him up and slung him over his padded shoulder. Interrogation at home base it is.
Anything Else?: I know that he’s a bit dark, but that all in his past. Go city is a new beginning. After all with Team Go there he must be more care full.