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1) Because Loco wants me to. Because I want me to.
2) Guarunteed, bitches.
3)
Name: Harold "Harry" Mitchell
Alias: Dirty Harry (He's very proud of it)
Race: Human Sorceror
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Height: 7'0
Weight: 274 lbs
Build: Strong all over. Very little body fat.
Hair: Short Black
Eyes: Brown
Complexion: White
Place of Birth: Los Angeles
Place of Residence: Las Vegas
Profession: Mercenary
Weapons:
Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum: The Dirty Harry gun. ____ bought it specifically because of it's association with the icon. Engraved along the barrel are the words: "I am not compensating for anything."
Knife: Bought in an army surplus store. The weapon he'll actually be bringing into the fight (perhaps he'll bring in his gun unloaded).
Armor: All of his clothes are basic clothing. He wears different clothes depending on the day... but he looks silly in a suit.
In combat, he does not wear long sleeve shirts.
His skin is tough. Naturally resistant to heat and as tough strong animal hide when it comes to being cut.
Spells:
He can channel fire... sorta kinda. Because he's a sorceror, he's always had a knack with fire. But he's never really honed it as well as he should have. His gun was always sufficient... up until the TOA.
Techniques:
- He's surprisingly agile for his build, but not as agile as someone like... Gambit.
- His use of fire is terribly limited. More often than not, he can't even produce flame, just manipulate already existing ones. For that purpose he has his handy dandy lighter.
- When he doesn't have a gun, he usually carries a knife or surrounds both hands with a very small flame. Sometimes his hands are surrounded with flame even when he has the gun. The flame itself is no stronger than 15 or so birthday candles... meant to augment, not particularly damaging on their own (unless of course he holds onto you... that'll suck).
- As of this storyline, he's working on coming up with his own abilities.
Background Info:
He's a mercenary, but not the stealthy sort. He's very overt. Mob bosses hire him with the knowledge that he'll make a mess... this way his targets know for a fact they did something very wrong.
Depressingly enough, his services are only becoming more in demand rather than less.
His childhood is a series of stupid mistakes started off by some bad luck: If he was born into richer parents, he could've gone into a private school for sorcerors. But instead, his magic abilities went untrained in an inner city school, where his abilities were met with superstition and fear.
He joined a gang mostly composed of other poor sorcerors... a total of 7 members. By the time he quit highschool, all of them had died.
After failing to clean up his act numerous times, he ended up tangled with the mob until he got a chance to kill his way out... he did. This set events into motion which would eventually lead him to where he is now.
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