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NAME: James "Tuma" Tuenga

 

SEX: MALE.

 

Sexual orientation: Straight.

 

NATIONALITY: Unknown, although the Revolver which belonged to his father is a clue to his origins. (currently fighting as a P.M.C for japan)

 

Family: Biological parents are deceased. 

Adoptive family consists of an unknown team of soldiers who

now act as his 6 different "pseudo" parents,

they raised him to be a honorable man and an even better soldier. 

 

AGE:18

 

HEIGHT/WEIGHT:6'6, 165lbs

 

OCCUPATION: Mercenary/Bounty hunter

HOBBIES: Drinking, sparring, cleaning his gun and maintaining his skill on the firing range.(not in that order)

 

SKILLS/ABILITIES: Very proficient with most firearms, knives, hand to hand combat and self defense. Because of the various wounds inflicted on him over the years he has an unusual case of nerve damage causing him to only feel pain if the wound is sever (i.e. a knife or gunshot wound) he also has a habit of keeping a steady supply of "ADRENALINE" syringes which he uses whenever he needs an edge in battle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everybody dies, someone's carryin' a bullet for you right now, and he doesn't even know it. The trick is, die of old age before it finds you.-(anonymous)

Starter(1): Tuma had just arrived in the town which he was assigned to and he was already lost, he tried his best to communicate with passerby's and search for the local police but the fact that he was a stranger kept everyone away, he finally gave up and decided to wait in a nearby park, he was sitting alone at a bench when someone approaches him from behind.

Starter(2): Tuma was feeling restless one day so he decided to take a walk through the forest surrounding the base he was stationed at, after grabbing his weapon he headed off into the trees. ​He was wearing his usual army fatigues with his cargo pants tucked into his boots and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows.

he was just starting to enjoy his walk when he heard a noise coming from the bushes in front of him "is somebody there?" he called out while cautiously readying his weapon and stepping closer.

  

if interested after reading a starter send me a message with the number (1) or (2) depending on what you pick or send your own...

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