Post by Charlie on Mar 4, 2007 1:12:54 GMT -5
Name: Charlie Nash
Nationality: USA
Age: 32
Height: 5'10
Weight: 200 lbs
Appearance:
Clothing: a yellow vest, green pants, and a pair of combat boots
Blood Type: AB
Occupation: Air Force Commander
Fighting Style: Military Training and air manipulation
Weapons ( if any ): PRO-9
Personality: Charlie cares for his comrades, and will stop at nothing to see that JUSTICE is carried out
Likes: JUSTICE, pie(allegedly), scotch
Dislikes: inJUSTICE
Allegiance: United Nations
Strengths: determined and righteous
Weaknesses: love of scotch
Special Moves: Sonic Break, Somersault JUSTICE
Friends: Guile, Chun Li, Ken, Ryu, Poison
Rivals: Guile, Ken
Enemies: M. Bison
Hobbies: drinking, training
Family: N/A
History:
Charlie was a solider in the American army for years, and it was here he developed both his air based fighting style and his friendship with Guile, to whom he taught this style.
Soon enough, Charlie met Chun Li, while hunting down a drug trafficing gang for Interpol. Though his supervisers called him off before he could confront M. Bison, Charlie kept his friendship with Chun Li.
Hearing the M. Bison's base had been destroyed, Charlie was ordered to the site, where he found Ryu, and took him to a military base for treatment. Soon enough, an unruly Ryu escaped the hospital and vanished for a period.
Soon enough, the base is attacked, and, while Guile and Charlie are fighting, Chun Li is kidnapped. Although Ryu arrived, he and Charlie were attacked by two other fighters, and were not able to recover her.
After another confrontation with Bison, they recover Ken, and, soon enough, Chun Li. Though everyone is together when they recover Chun Li, Ryu takes off again, to find Shadoloo on his own.
Eventually, hostile groups emerage all over the world, and threaten to completely overwhelm the UN. Charlie, under orders from both the UN and for his own interests, sets out to find Ryu, who he knows may be the only hope the world has left.
Notes: This all assumes Charlie did not die. Duh. I left it a little vague for his memories to leave an opening for Shadow, should I decide to switch teams for a bit.
RP Sample :
"Looks like I've got company."
Landing a harrier on the top of an enemy skyscraper normally tends to draw some unwelcome attention. There were ways of infiltrating more quietly, but Charlie didn't exactly have the luxury of time.
"I'm working for the UN," he shouted, "so please get out of the way. I have no desire to hurt you, but I will do so without hesitation."
Charlie sighed after enemies poured out of the building, completely disregarding his warning. Pushing his glasses up to his face, Charlie flashed out of his original position, running in front of the closest enemy. Charlie looked him dead in the face for what seemed like an eternity, but was only a split second, before kneeing him in the chest.
As the man went limp with a dry crack, Charlie grabbed the back of his head with his right hand, flinging him into the group of men coming out of the building. This was all the men needed to make them flee.
His boots made a hard pats on the floor as Charlie continued to his objective. He'd been tracking this man for weeks, and he knew he was likely the only one who could give him more information on the current crisis.
"LEAVE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" cried a paniced voice a few rooms away. Charlie still slowly approached, maintaining an absolute focus. When he turned the corner into the room the man was in, a portly gentlemen with a broken pair of sunglasses on his face stood in front of him, pressed against the wall encompasing window. The multicolored lights which illuminated the night outside poured in through the window, covering Charlies grizzled visage in a deep crimson as he faced the man, whos face was not in shadow, as he was turned from the window.
The man drew a handgun and shakily held it in front of Charlie, who still made his slow approach. Finally, the man pulled the trigger, and Charlie instantly brought his fist across his chest, as his energy rolled off of him, forming his signature move in front of him.
"SONIC BOOM!" Charlie yelled, sending the boomerang of energy at an angle to the floor, deflecting the bullet, and knocking the feet out from under the man, who feel to the floor as the glass broke behind him. With the wind blew Charlie's hair across his face as he approached the man, and gripped him by the collar. Raising him up, Charlie stopped when the man was at least a foot above the ground.
"Talk. NOW."
"A-all right! Just don't kill me!"
BAM!
Blood splattered across Charlie's face from the man's head in front of him. A whole about the size of a quarter was in the middle of the man's forehead, the exit wound of a sniper round.
"DAMMIT!" Charlie said, wiping blood from his face and smearing it across his glasses as he prepared for the next round to come at him. He could not hide in behind the mere glass.
After a few seconds, Charlie thought the man had fled, but he heard a small noise. Turning around, he saw the number "3" illuminated in red on a briefcase behind the door to the room. The sniper had remotely actived a bomb.
"NO TIME!" Charlie bellowed as he flung himself out of the building, the room erupting into a fiery chaos as soon as he had. Propelled forward by the explosion, Charlie knew he was accelerating to the ground too quickly.
"SONIC BOOM!" Charlie yelled as the wave of wind flew from his fist, propelling him upward and cracking the pavement below him. Now only a few feet about the ground, Charlie prepard to land, but heard another shot. "SONIC BOOM!" he shouted again, launching the move with his other hand, deflecting the bullet directly toward where it had been fired. After hearing a mortified scream, Charlie looked back up at the building as he saw his harrier explode, its fuel ignited by the fire.
"Requesting pick-up," Charlie said into his radio as he drew his broken bottle of scotch from his vest. Charlie tipped the bottle up to look through the non-existant bottom, seeing not even a drop. "Crap."
Nationality: USA
Age: 32
Height: 5'10
Weight: 200 lbs
Appearance:
Clothing: a yellow vest, green pants, and a pair of combat boots
Blood Type: AB
Occupation: Air Force Commander
Fighting Style: Military Training and air manipulation
Weapons ( if any ): PRO-9
Personality: Charlie cares for his comrades, and will stop at nothing to see that JUSTICE is carried out
Likes: JUSTICE, pie(allegedly), scotch
Dislikes: inJUSTICE
Allegiance: United Nations
Strengths: determined and righteous
Weaknesses: love of scotch
Special Moves: Sonic Break, Somersault JUSTICE
Friends: Guile, Chun Li, Ken, Ryu, Poison
Rivals: Guile, Ken
Enemies: M. Bison
Hobbies: drinking, training
Family: N/A
History:
Charlie was a solider in the American army for years, and it was here he developed both his air based fighting style and his friendship with Guile, to whom he taught this style.
Soon enough, Charlie met Chun Li, while hunting down a drug trafficing gang for Interpol. Though his supervisers called him off before he could confront M. Bison, Charlie kept his friendship with Chun Li.
Hearing the M. Bison's base had been destroyed, Charlie was ordered to the site, where he found Ryu, and took him to a military base for treatment. Soon enough, an unruly Ryu escaped the hospital and vanished for a period.
Soon enough, the base is attacked, and, while Guile and Charlie are fighting, Chun Li is kidnapped. Although Ryu arrived, he and Charlie were attacked by two other fighters, and were not able to recover her.
After another confrontation with Bison, they recover Ken, and, soon enough, Chun Li. Though everyone is together when they recover Chun Li, Ryu takes off again, to find Shadoloo on his own.
Eventually, hostile groups emerage all over the world, and threaten to completely overwhelm the UN. Charlie, under orders from both the UN and for his own interests, sets out to find Ryu, who he knows may be the only hope the world has left.
Notes: This all assumes Charlie did not die. Duh. I left it a little vague for his memories to leave an opening for Shadow, should I decide to switch teams for a bit.
RP Sample :
"Looks like I've got company."
Landing a harrier on the top of an enemy skyscraper normally tends to draw some unwelcome attention. There were ways of infiltrating more quietly, but Charlie didn't exactly have the luxury of time.
"I'm working for the UN," he shouted, "so please get out of the way. I have no desire to hurt you, but I will do so without hesitation."
Charlie sighed after enemies poured out of the building, completely disregarding his warning. Pushing his glasses up to his face, Charlie flashed out of his original position, running in front of the closest enemy. Charlie looked him dead in the face for what seemed like an eternity, but was only a split second, before kneeing him in the chest.
As the man went limp with a dry crack, Charlie grabbed the back of his head with his right hand, flinging him into the group of men coming out of the building. This was all the men needed to make them flee.
His boots made a hard pats on the floor as Charlie continued to his objective. He'd been tracking this man for weeks, and he knew he was likely the only one who could give him more information on the current crisis.
"LEAVE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" cried a paniced voice a few rooms away. Charlie still slowly approached, maintaining an absolute focus. When he turned the corner into the room the man was in, a portly gentlemen with a broken pair of sunglasses on his face stood in front of him, pressed against the wall encompasing window. The multicolored lights which illuminated the night outside poured in through the window, covering Charlies grizzled visage in a deep crimson as he faced the man, whos face was not in shadow, as he was turned from the window.
The man drew a handgun and shakily held it in front of Charlie, who still made his slow approach. Finally, the man pulled the trigger, and Charlie instantly brought his fist across his chest, as his energy rolled off of him, forming his signature move in front of him.
"SONIC BOOM!" Charlie yelled, sending the boomerang of energy at an angle to the floor, deflecting the bullet, and knocking the feet out from under the man, who feel to the floor as the glass broke behind him. With the wind blew Charlie's hair across his face as he approached the man, and gripped him by the collar. Raising him up, Charlie stopped when the man was at least a foot above the ground.
"Talk. NOW."
"A-all right! Just don't kill me!"
BAM!
Blood splattered across Charlie's face from the man's head in front of him. A whole about the size of a quarter was in the middle of the man's forehead, the exit wound of a sniper round.
"DAMMIT!" Charlie said, wiping blood from his face and smearing it across his glasses as he prepared for the next round to come at him. He could not hide in behind the mere glass.
After a few seconds, Charlie thought the man had fled, but he heard a small noise. Turning around, he saw the number "3" illuminated in red on a briefcase behind the door to the room. The sniper had remotely actived a bomb.
"NO TIME!" Charlie bellowed as he flung himself out of the building, the room erupting into a fiery chaos as soon as he had. Propelled forward by the explosion, Charlie knew he was accelerating to the ground too quickly.
"SONIC BOOM!" Charlie yelled as the wave of wind flew from his fist, propelling him upward and cracking the pavement below him. Now only a few feet about the ground, Charlie prepard to land, but heard another shot. "SONIC BOOM!" he shouted again, launching the move with his other hand, deflecting the bullet directly toward where it had been fired. After hearing a mortified scream, Charlie looked back up at the building as he saw his harrier explode, its fuel ignited by the fire.
"Requesting pick-up," Charlie said into his radio as he drew his broken bottle of scotch from his vest. Charlie tipped the bottle up to look through the non-existant bottom, seeing not even a drop. "Crap."
