Hitman "Risk"

In this game, you gotta follow the rules.

 

Hight: 5ft5... And a half!

Age: 21

 

 

His scruffy, midnight blue hair hides partially under a half helmet. His green eyes seem to lack compassion. Nor do they hold much care. The only thing they display is hate. Utter hate. He loses his mind, with wide eyes, the green fading of all color. His blank face is then contorted to sneers and grins. He looks young but that fools most people. He has multiple leather straps up his legs and arms. His shoulder is scarred slightly from his first kill. He doesn't look like much and tends to carry himself like his body cannot bare the little weight he has. As soon as he feels anything other than boredom, he gets erratic and hard to read, often giggling and bouncing around the place screaming: "Saa... Eins, zwei, drei!"

What do yah think? Willing to take the risk?

As a hitman, you need to be calm, precise, organized and above all, professional. Risk was none of this. Not that he needed to be. He was a killer by blood. His body moved on it's own. He always grinned and laughed when he killed. He never cared for the pain he cause, no. It practically got him off. But Risk had another side. If he got close to anyone... He became High Risk. His face became that of madness and he would be obsessive and uncontrolled. This was never good. As a person, Risk tends to over work. He feels more alive every time he shortens another persons life. He is a sadistic, foul mouthed man with a love for pain. He is the type to fight with most of his colleges. Who cares what side they are on? Everyone just gets in his fucking way. He would carve his name on the chest of people that doubt him. No one would ever take his life. Risk was never one to take interest in other people and has been alone most his life. He would never need anything else.

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High Risk, almost a separate person in the same body. Believed to be a split personalty. Usually, only one side of a schizophrenic is a psycho but with Risk, he is even MORE crazy in this state. High Risk sees life as a massive playground, for him to use as his personal torture chamber. At this point he no longer cares about the hit, just killing. Sometimes in this state, he will see his victims as lovers and obsess over them. He would protect them so he could harm them himself. The worst part is... If he falls for someone, he will never be Risk again until that person is dead. More than a little unstable, he is subject to mood swings and brash acts of violence. This may not sound much different from Risk, but Risk often thinks of the consequences and only does things he approves through is own distorted logic. High risk cares for nothing. He acts on murderous impulse and gut feelings. High Risk is a gambler, with that said, if you hire him, you are too.

Risk owns a array of weapons but tends to find that the tools he likes to use, High Risk detests. Usually Risk would not care about someone else's opinion, but it is HIS body on the line.

Risk's tools are:

A silenced Five-Seven with 20 rounds in the clip.

A combat knife.

A whip.

High Risk's tools are:

PM-9, no silencer.

Baseball bat, wooden.

Hedge clippers.

Various blades.

Grenades.