Samuel "Devil Dog" Cassidy (WIP)

[Guest]

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CASE FILE: Civilian

"The sounds of your screams will never fill the void that you left....but i can try anyway."
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FULL NAME:
→ Samuel "Devil's Messenger" Cassidy.

AGE:
→ 33.

SEX:
→ Male.

BIRTH PLACE:
→ I was born in the parts of Dallas, Creta Partner.

RACE:
→ Cretan.

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ April 29th.

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HEIGHT:
→ 185 centimeters.

WEIGHT:
→ 85 Kilograms.

PICTURE:
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Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ One paragraph minimum of what your character looks like. Include hair color and style, eye color, body shape, skin tone, style of dress, any stand out features or scars, and if you want to go into more detail, include their mannerisms, how they walk and move, their voice, etc. Must be at least 150 words.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Two paragraph minimum of your character's personality. Do not list traits. Be simple and concise when describing how your characters thinks and acts and tell me WHY they act or think this way. Must be at least 300 words.

LOVE:
→ Drinking, Guns, Swords, Revenge, death of his enemies, and happy memories.

HATE:
→ Killers(those who kill for no purpose), rapists, those who do harm to others, sadists, and Those who killed his family.

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ He was once a criminal himself.

IDOL:
→ Wyatt Earp.

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HISTORY:
→ "There was once darknes in Samuel's life as he was in perfect tranquility with nothingness. He was King of the world devoid of any other beings that dare challenge his rules. Holding an ironfist in this domain as he never felt hunger or the pain of deceit. Till one day the great light happened. From a slit-like opening, bright white appeared, and so did a hand that ripped him out. But Samuel fought! He fought and refused to come out! Tried as he did, his efforts were all but naught in vain. Plucked out to see the world he ruled over to be a fat creature that seems... needy. He learnt never again his life is the same. And forever hated the man in pyjamas and mask."

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They were all dead... the smell of gun powder and smoke. the final gun shot had been an exclamation point for everything that happened up to this moment. Samuel released his finger from the trigger and then it was over... or so he thought... To make any sense of it you would have to go back 6 years. Back to the night vengeance was born...

He was still on the force back then. A texas ranger in Dallas, Creta. Nice place, though crime still hid around ever corner. "Alicia!?" His yell fell upon the silent ears of the walls. He went for his off duty pistol. Walking steadily further into the house there was a tag painted on the wall. It was from his old gang he used to run with. Now he just put them away. His heart fell into his stomach. Things were not looking good so far and he was sure they would be worse as he continued. He turned the corner and walked into the living room. Toppled furniture was everywhere, the cable ripped out of the wall left the TV simply nothing but white fuzz.The sound of the white noise could be heard, his heartbeat and breathing the only other sounds in his head besides it. He looked to the phone in hopes for calling for back up. No dice, whoever broke in had ripped it out of the wall and hurled it to the floor. He was alone... wouldn't have been the first time. Suddenly there was a loud thunk upstairs. Someone was still here. Checking the safety on his gun he made his way carefully up the stairs.

When he reached the top there was blood all over the floor. "Oh god," he exclaimed, afraid of whose it could have been. It seemed to be leading to the bathroom. He took steady steps, ensuring not to make any noise. His beat on the inside of his throat like a hammer hitting against metal. Thump... Thump... Thump. He peered his way into the bathroom and all he found was a man laying there with knife in his chest. It seemed during the mans had crawled in here knocking down everything and dragging everything he could out of the medicine cabinet before he died. A sigh of relief came from his mouth as he began back stepping away. Maybe they were still alright... Next, he would check the kids room. He had two sons. The emotion in his throat caused him to swallow. It was hard and painful. He walked in, looking over everything. Toys had been trekked all across the room. Making his way to the two separate beds he found no one. Back stepping once again, only one room that needed to be checked. He heard the crash of the closet door behind him. Whirling around he was only able to catch a small glimpse of the man who had burst out of the closet.

"Umfh," was all he could muster before the man quickly tackled him to the floor knocking the wind out of him and sending his gun sprawling across the floor. He quickly saw the man going for a punch and he blocked with his arm. The man continued wailing on him, just barely able to block the onslaught that fell upon him. The flash of light caused him to react as he grabbed the mans hand. The it was plain as day in the moonlight. A knife. Samuel kicked the man off him and got fast running for his gun. The man had been stunned but soon followed. Samuel slid across the ground scooping up the pistol and sat up into a kneeling position facing his assailant. Three shots rang out. One hit the man squarely in the chest while the other two disarmed him and the other hit his head. The man fell to the floor with a loud crash. Sadly Samuel didn't have time to recollect himself as the scuffle had been heard by the others who had been in the house. Footsteps pounded on the floor as they came to see what had happened. Samuel ran full flight at the door and at the sight of someone jumped up and kicked him.

The man fell back knocking his partner who had been close behind him to the ground and sending him through the railing of the stair case. Samuel fell hard onto the floor and the crashing of the other man could be heard as he tumbled down the stairs. Samuel struggled to his feet, his left arm was dislocated, and walked out the door aiming his gun in his right hand at the man, who had been caught off guard. The man went to kick the gun out of his hand but, he quickly stepped back and rang out another three shots. One hitting the ground next to him but the other two going into the back of his knee and his shoulder. "Ahhhhhhh!" The man screamed in pain. He was soon silenced by another bullet directly into his throat. Samuel began breathing hard as he looked over the stairway. The man was gone and the door was wide open. He hoped there wasn't anymore cause he only had two more shots left. He looked tiredly over to his and his wife's bedroom door. Oh god if these guys were still here then... He ran over to the door holstering his pistol and gripping the knob with his good hand.

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TRIVIA:
→ Anything else you want to add? Random trivia, information on an illness or disability your character has, etc.
→ He is fluent in Cretan(Has a thick western accent).

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ALIAS:
→ Ogi.

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Tataki Masu, Jericho Cross, Ogihci Masu, and Alonso.

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Do you have anything to say yourself? As long as it doesn't sound stupid, you can put anything in here really. Just no autobiographies about your last journey to the toilet, please, because seriously, NO ONE CARES.

FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]Guilty Gear/Daisuke Ishiwatari[/b]/[i]Johnny Sfondi[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ Ex Texas Ranger.

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[Reila Tsukino]

Archive date is May 3rd~