Post by twitchcostello on Nov 30, 2008 22:28:14 GMT -5
Full Name:
Twitch Micheal Costello
Rank:
1st Lt. 0-2
Position:
Spec. Ops. / Training Supervisor.
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Martial Status:
Single
DOB:
January 23, 1984
Origin:
Naples, Italy
Species:
Human
Height:
6'4"
Weight:
Around 220 lbs.
Body Type:
Muscular, athletic
Eye Color:
Brown
Blood Type:
AB+
Hair Color:
Black
Hair Type:
Buzzed
Weapons:
AK-47 Assault Rifle, TT-33 pistol
Ammunition:
7.62x39mm rounds (AK)
7.62x25mm rounds (TT-33)
Personality:
The guys looks like he's about ready to fuck you up. Inside, he's an alright guy, but he doesn't trust many people, but will stand beside his comrades till he bitter end. He's not a man to piss off, having been taught psychological warfare in a Vietnamese prison camp, he would love to use his knowledge against you.
Appearance:
A man about six foot four inches, his BDU's were urban and his balaclava was black. Muscular and tanned, his olive skin gave away at the Italian blood that ran through his veins, mixed in with a bit of Irish blood as well. His eyes dark, as if lifeless. An old-school military veteran, though young. His weapon was in his hand, a classic AK-47 that'd seen the battlefield time and time again. In the holster at his hip was a Tokarev TT-33, another classic. His expression, though not much o be seen, seemed empty. After the loss of the members o his old squad, he didn't seem like much of a talker. An I.R.A. Fighter through and through, given away by the large 'I.R.A.' blazed in orange over his left chest pocket. On he back was a white fist with the words "TO A UNITED IRELAND" circling around. "She'll never come through Peace" written under that.
Twitch Micheal Costello
Rank:
1st Lt. 0-2
Position:
Spec. Ops. / Training Supervisor.
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Martial Status:
Single
DOB:
January 23, 1984
Origin:
Naples, Italy
Species:
Human
Height:
6'4"
Weight:
Around 220 lbs.
Body Type:
Muscular, athletic
Eye Color:
Brown
Blood Type:
AB+
Hair Color:
Black
Hair Type:
Buzzed
Weapons:
AK-47 Assault Rifle, TT-33 pistol
Ammunition:
7.62x39mm rounds (AK)
7.62x25mm rounds (TT-33)
Personality:
The guys looks like he's about ready to fuck you up. Inside, he's an alright guy, but he doesn't trust many people, but will stand beside his comrades till he bitter end. He's not a man to piss off, having been taught psychological warfare in a Vietnamese prison camp, he would love to use his knowledge against you.
Appearance:
A man about six foot four inches, his BDU's were urban and his balaclava was black. Muscular and tanned, his olive skin gave away at the Italian blood that ran through his veins, mixed in with a bit of Irish blood as well. His eyes dark, as if lifeless. An old-school military veteran, though young. His weapon was in his hand, a classic AK-47 that'd seen the battlefield time and time again. In the holster at his hip was a Tokarev TT-33, another classic. His expression, though not much o be seen, seemed empty. After the loss of the members o his old squad, he didn't seem like much of a talker. An I.R.A. Fighter through and through, given away by the large 'I.R.A.' blazed in orange over his left chest pocket. On he back was a white fist with the words "TO A UNITED IRELAND" circling around. "She'll never come through Peace" written under that.