Post by Frank Castle on Jun 30, 2012 14:36:56 GMT -7
Frank Castle
Full name: Frank Castle
Aliases: The Punisher
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Italian/Sicilian
Alignment: Neutral
Birthplace: New York City, New York
Current Location: New York City
Occupation: Vigilante
Celebrity Claim: Ray Stevenson
Player's Cbox Name: Mikeyach
Other Characters: None
Have You Read the Rules?: RAYNE SMASH!
Appearance:
Frank is a beast of a man, a combination of a great many factors. He stands at six feet and four inches tall, weighs a solid two hundred and twenty pounds. His hair is jet black and is usually slicked back to keep it out of his eyes, and therefore his field of vision. He has brown eyes and a slight tanned completion from his heritage.
He is always seen wearing his combat uniform, in some form. A black Battle Dress Uniform, the pants tucked into a pair of black steel toed combat boots. On top, he wears a black tank top under a long sleeved black shirt. The entire outfit has ten pockets, two chest, two stomach, two hip, two back, and two leg pockets. When out and about, he usually wears this with a long black coat to hide whatever he may be carrying in the way of weapons at the time. In the field, he wears the vest section of a set of Interceptor body armor. It covers his entire torso, his groin, and his neck. Accompanying the armor is a set of black elbow and knee pads, and a set of gloves that each have a piece of steel buckshot sewn into the knuckles, along with two upper leg platforms. The platforms, as well as the entire vest, are equipped with MOLLE webbing, allowing Frank to attached holsters, magazine pouches, grenade pouches, or other gear pouches as needed for his current outing. He can also be seen wearing normal civilian clothes for recon work.
Personality:
Frank is a very simple man, in the most morbid sense. He lives for nothing but killing. He has no hobbies, he takes joy in no activity. He differs from most masked vigilantes in that he has no secret identity, and he does not work with the police. Frank Castle, in his eyes, is dead. Only The Punisher remains.
He has little love for the world at large, seeing the entire world as a cesspool that breeds crime and suffering. But like his own family, he knows that there are some innocents that are merely caught in the crossfire. And as he failed to do for his wife and children, he will do all he can to protect them.
Frank is a fountain of self loathing. As he wallowed in self pity and despair after the death of Maria, Lisa, and Frankie, he grew to hate himself. This goes on today. All of his training and combat experience did nothing to help him, because he wasn’t good enough.
Frank sees nothing but disdain for the criminal justice system. At best, it is a revolving door for criminals to be on and off the streets, over and over again. He knows first hand how judges, juries, and cops can be bought. In addition to the mobsters who killed his family, he also killed several of the cops who were paid to mishandle evidence and the judge that was paid to throw out his testimony against the shooters. If he has evidence that an official is corrupt, he will kill them all the same as if they were a serial rapist.
What sets him apart from other vigilantes is the delusion that the world will be a better place. Frank knows that everything he does wont do anything to the world. The world will still be a place filled with death and suffering. He knows he will die at the hand of some thug who got lucky that night, and he has made peace with that. He also knows that if he were successful in killing every single criminal in the world, and if the world were suddenly a peaceful place, he would have no place in it. He has a special bullet picked out for that day, but he knows it will never be used.
Likes:Dislikes:
- Killing - Frank has long since stopped telling himself he is doing what he does because it must be done. He has come to enjoy ending the lives of the wicked a great amount.
- Torture - As time went on, Frank found that a simple death by gunshot would not suffice. Especially while trying to interrogate someone. He finds great pleasure in making his target suffer.
- Planning Attacks - Sometimes, the thrill and adrenaline from the build up is better than the actual act.
- Cleaning Guns - Less of a like and more of a chore that must be done, Frank nevertheless enjoys the peace and quiet that comes from sitting down with his weapons and giving them a cleaning.
- Exorcising - Frank likes to stay in shape, mainly because it gives him an edge that is not often present in his usual prey.
Strengths:
- Crime - The root of what made Frank Castle the Punisher.
- Mobsters - It was members of a mob family that killed his wife and daughter. Frank has a special hate in his heart for members of crime families or syndicates.
- Working With Others - Frank would much rather work alone than with a group.
- Religion - Frank is a religious man. He believes deeply that God exists, he has read the bible several times in his life. And he is of the opinion that God is a cruel, heartless being.
- Criminal Justice System - Frank sees the entire system of police, judges, juries, and lawyers to be a colossal waste of time as well as a breeding ground for corruption.
Weaknesses:
- Military Training - Frank was trained by the military for years, and put it all to use over the course of his career in the Marine Corps and as the Punisher.
- High Pain Tolerance - Frank can handle pain that would make other men pass out or go into shock through sheer power of will.
- Peak Physical Conditioning - Frank is in as good of physical shape as is possible for a man his age and frame.
- Martial Arts Training - Even while in the Marine Corps, Frank trained in several styles of martial arts as a hobby. He began to take up the styles more seriously when he became the Punisher.
- Genius IQ - Frank is an extremely intelligent man, with an IQ score of 132.
Skills:
- Inability To Form Emotional Attachment - Frank’s emotional process changed over time. The trauma he suffered, as well as the desensitization to humanity he experienced in years of mass murder, have made him unable to form real bonds with others, weather they be of friendship or love.
- Uncompromising - Frank’s way is the only one he knows. He will not falter from it, and he has made peace with the fact that it will kill him eventually.
- Pessimistic World View - Frank is unable to see the good in his victims, even though they may be overall good people. A thug for the mob who has no choice in the matter will see no mercy, even though he is also a devout husband and father.
- Fatalistic - Frank knows he is not going to die of old age. He has no plans for a future, save for long term attack plans on large organizations.
- Human - As well trained as Frank is, he is only human. He is nothing compared to some of the people he may find himself up against, which would mean certain death if he tried a straight up fight with them.
Flaws:
- Gun Smithing - Frank was classified as an Arms Master in the Marine Crops, and as such learned the ins and outs of hundreds of firearms.
- Single Man Tactics - Working alone has given Frank the ability to take strategy that was meant for a five man team and turn it into a single man operation.
- Near Photographic Memory - Frank is able to remember strings of numbers, faces, or small details in almost perfect clarity.
- Psychopathy - Frank is classified as a clinical psychopath, technically speaking.
- Numerous Scars - Being shot, stabbed, burned, and bludgeoned multiple times over his life, Frank has the marks to prove it.
- Post Traumatic Stress Disorder - The death of his family left mental scars on him as well, and Frank sometimes sees himself slipping into flashbacks of the events and going into panic attacks.
Skills and Abilities:
Frank Castle is quite possibly the deadliest human on Earth. He started his rise to this title as a grunt. Specifically, a US Marine. He attended the basic and advanced training, being assigned as a rifleman. This honed his skills with a number of firearms to a razor point, as well as basic knife fighting, hand to hand combat, and explosive use.
He was recruited for special forces training and earned his jump wings, qualifying with the Army Rangers. He can pack and maintain his own parachute rigs, be them for HALO or HAHO jumps. He is also an expert at controlling his landings, be it at day or at night. He is also qualified as a pilot for planes, jets and helicopters.
He trained in underwater combat, demolition, and sabotage, qualifying as a Navy SEAL. He is as deadly underwater as he is on land. If he so pleased, he could swim out to a ship of hostiles, plant a bomb on the side, and swim away to a safe distance. This would be classified as a ’lazy day’.
He cross-trained with the Australian Special Air Service in unconventional warfare, he became a Survival Evasion Resistance Escape specialist as well as training in infiltration and scout sniping. He can use hit and run tactics, fight back and escape after being captured, go behind enemy lines for assassination purposes, or simply make a shot that is measured in thousands of yards instead of dozens.
He can maintain and use a variety of weapons and explosives, both conventional and unconventional. He is also an expert at modifying his own weapons and performing rough field medicine.
After his service ended and he became the Punisher, he started to train himself in other areas. Disguise, acting, interrogation and the like. He also began training with unconventional weapons and non-military hand to hand combat. Objects like chairs and bottles are deadly in his hands, as well as his hands themselves with styles like Krav Maga and Aikido.
He is no stranger to pain, and is often said to have a massive pain tolerance. He avoids any kind of pain killer, over the counter or prescription, and has been known to perform rough medical procedures like removing bullets or stitching up gashes on himself without the use of anesthesia.
He maintains a vast network of safe houses, as well as bank accounts and money stashes all over his home city of New York. While he donates much of the money he ‘liberates’ from his prey to victim’s charities, he keeps a percentage of it to buy whatever he may need. However, most of his weaponry and supplies come from dead criminals.
When it becomes available, he is not above using weapons or items from villains and criminals he encounters. It isn’t uncommon for him to gather weapons from his downed enemies and take them back to his base, or use cutting edge technology from the more powerful or well funded villains he encounters. Not only to use them for himself with modifications, but to destroy them if he can’t find a use for them to make sure they can never be used again. At any given time, he has a selection of weaponry suited to whatever he can expect to encounter in his current outing.
History:
Born to a pair of Sicilian’s, who themselves were born from Sicilian immigrants, Frank Castle was a perfectly healthy and happy young boy. From grade school up to high school, it was quite apparent that Frank wasn’t dumb. In high school, he met the woman of his dreams. Maria. They were engaged just after graduation, and they discovered she was pregnant with the couple’s first child just before Frank shipped off to basic training.
He passed basic as well as advanced training with flying colors, and was selected for special forces training right out of advanced. This led to a pattern of him being selected to be among the group of Marines who would liaison with other branches of the military, as well as other militaries from other countries.
When it came around, Frank served in operation Desert Storm of the Gulf War, and came home with a Purple Heart and a Medal of Honor from the same incident. After an ambush on their convoy, Frank manned the fifty cal on top of the jeep to thin out the enemy forces before dragging the wounded behind a cropping of rocks that served as good cover. They called for air support and reinforcements, and Frank was called a hero by everyone who walked away from the incident.
Frank was given the choice of a medical discharge or a desk job. He compromised and became a Force Recon instructor in upstate New York.
One day, while on leave, he decided to take his family, which had expanded to two children, on a picnic in the park. The four of them witnessed a group of mobsters executing a witness. When they were discovered, they were shot. Frank survived.
He tried his best to operate in the normal channels. He gave a perfect statement to police, a perfect facial description of each of the mobsters, and was met with nothing. The mobsters had fake alibis, they paid lab tech’s to mishandle evidence, paid witnesses to keep quiet. When he was told that the case was being dropped, something snapped inside Frank. He took a trip to the base he worked at and procured some equipment. He shadowed the mobsters for days, looking for a common meeting place. And when he was ready, he struck. The last thing anyone remembered was the skull emblazoned on the chest of the masked killer.
It wasn’t the first time he had killed someone before, but it was the first time he had enjoyed it. He went home and thought long and hard about killing himself. He happened to check the news, and his exploits were on every channel. Interviews with passersby indicated that no one was in the least bit remorseful of the slayings. One person even went as far as to thank the murderer. Frank knew then that he wasn’t going to kill himself.
The years went by and his body count rose. He did away with the mask after the men who had killed his family were dead. He became a symbol for everyone who wanted revenge for wrongdoings. He would ensure, through killing every piece of filth he came across, that no one would ever again have to bury their children.
Sample RP:
The quiet sound of metal on metal could be heard reverberating off the walls of the underground room as a man sat at a bench working on a Glock pistol. He’d detail stripped it to bare components, and after polishing several parts, went to work on grinding down the sear pin. It only took a few minutes with the fine file he was using, and when he was done he started to put the slide back together. Striker assembly, plunger and plunger spring, faceplate. All in a few seconds. The barrel and tungsten guide rod took even less.
The telltale snapping of the slide told him it was in place, and he aimed and dry fired it. Just as he expected, the trigger reset on its own. He did it several more times, and it was reset each time. He slapped a thirty three round magazine into the well and racked the slide, then slid the butt stock into the port on the grip. In just a few minutes, he’d turned a semi automatic pistol into a submachine gun.
Attaching a sling to the gun and a magazine pouch to his vest, he slipped them both on and put his coat on. Time for a test run.
-----Seventeen minutes and thirty four seconds later-----
Seven rounds exited the barrel like nothing. The mugger who was also, in all likelihood, a rapist, fell to the ground as he grasped at the new holes in his chest cavity. The would-be victim had already run away, scared out of her mind. Frank looked up and down the alley, seeing no sign of anyone coming to check out what the commotion was about. He didn’t hear sirens in the distance either, so it seemed that no one had bothered to call the cops. Well, he figured he should finish up his trial before someone actually did decide to call the cops.
He always checked his weapons. At his hideout, he stripped and cleaned them. When they were in working order, he would test fire them. But not at paper. That didn’t prove anything. No, he went out and wandered around until he found someone worth the bullets that he was looking to get rid of. If all worked well, like the newest machine pistol, he would take it back and integrate it into his load out where it needed to be. If not, he would scrap it and toss the pieces into several parts of the river.
He figured one more go would work well enough.
-----Twelve minutes and seventeen seconds later-----
Rounds exited the barrel again, this time into a drug dealer who was peddling his wares dangerously close to a small park. He knew the place. Lot of moms and kids went there to enjoy a nice day. That got under his skin bad. The customer stood there backing away, hands in the air. Frank leveled the barrel at him as well, but his words stopped the Punisher.
“Hey, hey, hey! Wait, I’m a cop!” He sputtered. Frank eyed him for a moment. Plainclothes. No imprint of a gun. That alone made Frank sure he wasn’t dirty. Every cop carried, on duty or not. Maybe undercover…
“Got a badge?” He asked. The cop shook his head. “What’s today’s color?” He asked. A coding system used by the NYPD and anyone working with them. A random color would be chosen for the day, and they would use it to identify each other if just such a case. Frank had backdoor access to the crime database and police networks, so he had access to such information.
“Green.” The cop said without hesitation. Frank lowered the gun and put it away. The cop sighed and put his hands down. Frank made a circle with his finger over his ear, and the cop shook his head no. He wasn’t wearing a wire, that was good. Frank wouldn’t have to punch him out to give him a cover story.
“Carry on, officer.” Frank said, the officer nodding. Even if the cop wanted to take in the Punisher, he didn’t have a chance in hell at the moment. Nearest backup was two blocks away, and he didn’t have a weapon. No way he was going to try it.
Satisfied that his new piece of kit would be a good addition, he made his way back to his safe house. He’d spend the next twenty minutes finding a place for the gun in his load outs, get some dinner, and head to bed. He had a new family to start some recon work on. By the end of the week, he would have their hideouts, their businesses, and their key personnel on file. And after that, he would start taking them apart. Brick by brick.