Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 19:37:35 GMT -5
Enemy Personnel - Recurring Character
Biological Information
Name: Callum “Cal” Arko
Gender: Male
Date of Birth (Age): March 15 (35)
Height: 6’0”
Hair: Medium shade of brown.
Eyes: A light shade of hazel.
Anything Else of Note: On the top of both his hands, he has a tattoo of the bones underneath - accurately showing what it would look like if his skin and muscles fell off. On his left shoulder, there is a tattoo of retro 50’s styled spaceship. On his side, a tattoo of a lizard wraps from his left side to near the bottom of his back. His right arm carries a rather large and complex tattoo of a Chinese-styled dragon.
Professional Information
Occupation: Entrepreneur / Contract Worker
Organization: Known affiliations with the NID
Rank (If Applicable): N/A
History
Personal History: Cal was born...somewhere. He isn’t certain where or how, but he was definitely born. His mother moved them around a lot as a child, making him uncertain where they started. They stopped moving for the longest time near Middlesbrough, England. It was just long enough for Cal to get in with the wrong crowd and get into some less than savory habits. Though he was only thirteen at the time, he found himself in what was basically a juvenile gang. They stole stuff, smoked, drank, and generally did things children shouldn’t. While they all had various forms of switchblades that they all carried, they honestly had no idea what to do with them nor any real plans to use them. They would pull them on each other and threaten nearly everyone, but they were just kids with pointy sticks.
That all changed less than a year later, however, when a kid in the group ‘snitched’. The leader of the group was going to be shipped off to boarding school on the other side of the country, since someone told on him, for defacing a statue that sat on campus. The kid - Eric - was devastated. Instead of begging his mother to allow him to stay, he lashed out at the group, and decided who had informed the authorities of his actions. The smallest kid in the group - Sam - was singled out. He was the least into the ‘lifestyle’ that they had become accustomed to, so in Eric’s mind - he was clearly the snitch.
This lead to Sam pushed up against a wall - Cal holding him there with his knife at the kids throat. Eric yelling over Cal’s shoulder at Sam, while the others looked on. When Sam finally admitted to his crime, things took a turn for the worst. Eric forced Cal’s hand - leaving a friend dead and the rest of the group in shock.
Except Cal. While he didn’t honestly intended on killing Sam on that night - he was more shocked that Eric quite literally pushed Cal’s hand, then the act itself. He never really cared for Sam. He was too soft. A bit fat. Constantly complained that it was cold, the alcohol tasted awful, or the smoke from their cigarettes gave him a headache. He was no loss to the world. But Eric had pushed his hand into a kid’s throat. That was what bothered him.
While he turned to yell at Eric, the rest surrounded Sam - eyes wide. Eric didn’t even comprehend was Cal was yelling at him. Instead he ran for it. The others quickly followed - rushing towards their various broken houses.
That left Cal with blood on his hands, and a small dead body in front of him. Though a bit shaken, his mind was still working logically. According to all the crime television shows he had seen, this could easily be traced back to him specifically - since Eric never touched the knife - just pushed Cal’s arm.
Careful not to get any of the blood on his clothes, he wiped it on Sam’s t-shirt. Since they were near Locke Park, a large body of water was literally right behind him. Using his jacket to keep any more blood from getting on him, he carefully dragged the body to the dock, before tossing it in. With it, the generic pocket-knife that he normally kept rather sharp. Finding trashcan with trash aflame and a sleeping hobo just beside it, he slid his jacket into the fire - causing the flames to grow warmer.
The hobo awoke and looked at him, as Cal threw him some wood he picked up while in the park for this exact reason. The fire needed to burn the jacket to ashes and normally these fires burned cold - leaving behind whatever evidence was left. The hobo thanked him for helping with the fire.
It wasn’t until the next morning when he saw his remaining friends at school, did he consider that there was something wrong with him. They were all scared. Shifty. Crying when no one was looking. Cal didn’t feel...anything. While he was frustrated at the now-absent Eric for forcing him, he didn’t really care that Sam died by his hand. He was still just mostly annoyed he was forced to do it, when it was Eric’s problem - not his.
His mother moved them away from the area when Sam’s bloated body was finally pulled from the water, a few months later - informing Cal that she thought this place was too rough for him and didn’t want him to get hurt. He was able to keep a straight face through the irony and continued being moved around every few months.
When he was fifteen was the first time he held a gun. The weight in his hands he found...soothing. Even if on the other end was another person pointing a gun at him. This time he wasn’t exactly sure how he got into the situation. Only a few moments ago, he was sitting around playing cards with this somewhat new group of people. They called themselves a ‘gang’ but Cal didn’t really know what that meant. They were a group of friends that were stuck in the rough end of things. That’s all. They didn’t get a special title just for skipping school and stealing things.
They didn’t apparently agree with that, since he found himself in this particular situation. The gun he was holding was already on the table when things turned for the worst. Probably one of theirs. Most of them were much older than Cal - though their expressions with filled with fear that showed that they were as used to the situation as Cal was.
He didn’t fire a gun that night, but ended up taking the one he was holding.
Things kept getting rougher and rougher with age, until his mother was killed after he overstepped his bounds with a rather volatile group of people. He was nearly sixteen. For the second time in his life, he questioned why everyone seemed to feel more than he did. While his mother wasn’t a bad person to him, most of the time, he never really cared for her. She often overreacted to little things - grabbing him, pointing angrily, and occasionally even hitting him. That only increased with time until the moment of her death. His last words to her were less than kind - though he was only forced to ponder the thought when someone asked him.
The first person Cal killed with a gun was the man who murdered his mother. It was more of a matter of principle than anything else. His problem was with Cal - not his mother. So he removed the problem person. The cleanliness of use of a gun impressed the young man. No blood to clean off of himself - and simply had to take the bullet and casing with him. Easy.
Over time, Cal was pulled into many weird jobs that were actually paying off with a rather large sum of money - without need to deal with the various gangs of his childhood. These jobs, however, were mostly assassinations. Nothing big or political at first - and normally had instructions on what sort of death they wanted it to look like. Suicide? Never find the body? Hit and run? Impossible to solve murder?
The deeper he got, the more people he met that were in the same “career path” as he. They taunt him new tricks, hooked him up with new clients, and generally threw Cal Arko deeper into the game of killing for a living. Through all of this, he got even more ‘sources’ - people to launder money, help with offshore bank accounts, with fake ID’s, strange new identities, and to get him wherever he needed to go to pull off a job. He honestly thought these people only existed in movies, until he was one of them.
His latest client sends him around the world more than the others. An organization called the NID nearly fills all his time with various tasks that don’t even always associate themselves with direct murder. Perhaps it’s just putting something in the right place, relocating someone, or even setting a charge on a helicopter.
Family: Eliza Arko - waitress/prostitute/exotic dancer - deceased at age 30
Training and Education: Cal has no formal degrees - though he reads enough where his lack of high school diploma - or even college diploma - is not obvious in the least. Most of his training comes from being self-taught, though in his early twenties, he had a few people teach him a few new tricks to the trade.
Service Record: N/A
Skills: Cal’s expertise coincides nicely with violence. He knows about guns - how to take them apart, clean them, handle them, modify them, and overall care for them. He knows about close quarters combat and can mostly handle himself. He’s better with guns then a blade or fists - but still has enough experience to keep himself from constantly being killed. Cal’s not great with technology, however. He normally has someone to help with the technical end of things, since he’s more of a practical then cyber oriented person. He also has an extensive knowledge of all classic rock songs and may be able to sing along to most of them.
Personality: To put it bluntly, Cal is a psychopath. While he’s aware that he’s not completely normal within his mind, he doesn’t exactly care about it. It helps with his line of work. When killing people, he feels no remorse - just a bit of excitement at the puzzle to pull it off, and genuine pleasure in the money that will fall his way because of it. He has no problem lying to someone’s face about the biggest or smallest issue. Cal actually takes a bit of joy in misleading people - especially when they bite right into it.
His “relationships” in a romantic sense, are basically non-existent. At least to him. He’s had many girlfriends - sometimes even at the same time, but it was always for a reason. Maybe he just needed somewhere to stay, some money, or just another human around him to make him feel less isolated when things got deep. He never really cared for any of them and it was mostly just a game of words. Say the right thing, buy the right gift, make the right gesture - and they just did exactly whatever he wanted. Due to the fact that Cal has been told that he has ‘kind eyes’ or ‘puppy eyes’ - it’s even easier.
Even though he’s emotionally stunted, Cal is still a human with tastes, feelings, and thoughts. He enjoys classic rock and alternative more modern rock. He also has a weakness for classical music. Anything else somewhat annoys him. His favorite color is a burnt orange color - though normally never wears it or owns things in the color, so it’s so bright. Cal enjoys Italian food above all else - especially the authentic stuff. However he’s a terrible chef, so he often frequents Italian restaurants. He has a sense of humor, people he would almost consider ‘friends’ - though they are all useful to him, so that probably helps.
Cal may be a psychopath, but he doesn’t come across as it. Like many with his psychological condition, he appears completely normal when passing you on the street. He may even make a joke or compliment someone - though his motives are less than savory.
Overall, Callum Arko doesn’t really care that he is what many psychologists would consider a psychopath. He enjoys his life and what he’s doing with it.
Ancient Gene: Sadly, yes.
Other Information
Play By: Lee Pace
Name/Country: Hayles/’Merica
Roleplay Experience: hello darkness my old friend
Roleplay Example: See Farrah Byrne please <3
Biological Information
Name: Callum “Cal” Arko
Gender: Male
Date of Birth (Age): March 15 (35)
Height: 6’0”
Hair: Medium shade of brown.
Eyes: A light shade of hazel.
Anything Else of Note: On the top of both his hands, he has a tattoo of the bones underneath - accurately showing what it would look like if his skin and muscles fell off. On his left shoulder, there is a tattoo of retro 50’s styled spaceship. On his side, a tattoo of a lizard wraps from his left side to near the bottom of his back. His right arm carries a rather large and complex tattoo of a Chinese-styled dragon.
Professional Information
Occupation: Entrepreneur / Contract Worker
Organization: Known affiliations with the NID
Rank (If Applicable): N/A
History
Personal History: Cal was born...somewhere. He isn’t certain where or how, but he was definitely born. His mother moved them around a lot as a child, making him uncertain where they started. They stopped moving for the longest time near Middlesbrough, England. It was just long enough for Cal to get in with the wrong crowd and get into some less than savory habits. Though he was only thirteen at the time, he found himself in what was basically a juvenile gang. They stole stuff, smoked, drank, and generally did things children shouldn’t. While they all had various forms of switchblades that they all carried, they honestly had no idea what to do with them nor any real plans to use them. They would pull them on each other and threaten nearly everyone, but they were just kids with pointy sticks.
That all changed less than a year later, however, when a kid in the group ‘snitched’. The leader of the group was going to be shipped off to boarding school on the other side of the country, since someone told on him, for defacing a statue that sat on campus. The kid - Eric - was devastated. Instead of begging his mother to allow him to stay, he lashed out at the group, and decided who had informed the authorities of his actions. The smallest kid in the group - Sam - was singled out. He was the least into the ‘lifestyle’ that they had become accustomed to, so in Eric’s mind - he was clearly the snitch.
This lead to Sam pushed up against a wall - Cal holding him there with his knife at the kids throat. Eric yelling over Cal’s shoulder at Sam, while the others looked on. When Sam finally admitted to his crime, things took a turn for the worst. Eric forced Cal’s hand - leaving a friend dead and the rest of the group in shock.
Except Cal. While he didn’t honestly intended on killing Sam on that night - he was more shocked that Eric quite literally pushed Cal’s hand, then the act itself. He never really cared for Sam. He was too soft. A bit fat. Constantly complained that it was cold, the alcohol tasted awful, or the smoke from their cigarettes gave him a headache. He was no loss to the world. But Eric had pushed his hand into a kid’s throat. That was what bothered him.
While he turned to yell at Eric, the rest surrounded Sam - eyes wide. Eric didn’t even comprehend was Cal was yelling at him. Instead he ran for it. The others quickly followed - rushing towards their various broken houses.
That left Cal with blood on his hands, and a small dead body in front of him. Though a bit shaken, his mind was still working logically. According to all the crime television shows he had seen, this could easily be traced back to him specifically - since Eric never touched the knife - just pushed Cal’s arm.
Careful not to get any of the blood on his clothes, he wiped it on Sam’s t-shirt. Since they were near Locke Park, a large body of water was literally right behind him. Using his jacket to keep any more blood from getting on him, he carefully dragged the body to the dock, before tossing it in. With it, the generic pocket-knife that he normally kept rather sharp. Finding trashcan with trash aflame and a sleeping hobo just beside it, he slid his jacket into the fire - causing the flames to grow warmer.
The hobo awoke and looked at him, as Cal threw him some wood he picked up while in the park for this exact reason. The fire needed to burn the jacket to ashes and normally these fires burned cold - leaving behind whatever evidence was left. The hobo thanked him for helping with the fire.
It wasn’t until the next morning when he saw his remaining friends at school, did he consider that there was something wrong with him. They were all scared. Shifty. Crying when no one was looking. Cal didn’t feel...anything. While he was frustrated at the now-absent Eric for forcing him, he didn’t really care that Sam died by his hand. He was still just mostly annoyed he was forced to do it, when it was Eric’s problem - not his.
His mother moved them away from the area when Sam’s bloated body was finally pulled from the water, a few months later - informing Cal that she thought this place was too rough for him and didn’t want him to get hurt. He was able to keep a straight face through the irony and continued being moved around every few months.
When he was fifteen was the first time he held a gun. The weight in his hands he found...soothing. Even if on the other end was another person pointing a gun at him. This time he wasn’t exactly sure how he got into the situation. Only a few moments ago, he was sitting around playing cards with this somewhat new group of people. They called themselves a ‘gang’ but Cal didn’t really know what that meant. They were a group of friends that were stuck in the rough end of things. That’s all. They didn’t get a special title just for skipping school and stealing things.
They didn’t apparently agree with that, since he found himself in this particular situation. The gun he was holding was already on the table when things turned for the worst. Probably one of theirs. Most of them were much older than Cal - though their expressions with filled with fear that showed that they were as used to the situation as Cal was.
He didn’t fire a gun that night, but ended up taking the one he was holding.
Things kept getting rougher and rougher with age, until his mother was killed after he overstepped his bounds with a rather volatile group of people. He was nearly sixteen. For the second time in his life, he questioned why everyone seemed to feel more than he did. While his mother wasn’t a bad person to him, most of the time, he never really cared for her. She often overreacted to little things - grabbing him, pointing angrily, and occasionally even hitting him. That only increased with time until the moment of her death. His last words to her were less than kind - though he was only forced to ponder the thought when someone asked him.
The first person Cal killed with a gun was the man who murdered his mother. It was more of a matter of principle than anything else. His problem was with Cal - not his mother. So he removed the problem person. The cleanliness of use of a gun impressed the young man. No blood to clean off of himself - and simply had to take the bullet and casing with him. Easy.
Over time, Cal was pulled into many weird jobs that were actually paying off with a rather large sum of money - without need to deal with the various gangs of his childhood. These jobs, however, were mostly assassinations. Nothing big or political at first - and normally had instructions on what sort of death they wanted it to look like. Suicide? Never find the body? Hit and run? Impossible to solve murder?
The deeper he got, the more people he met that were in the same “career path” as he. They taunt him new tricks, hooked him up with new clients, and generally threw Cal Arko deeper into the game of killing for a living. Through all of this, he got even more ‘sources’ - people to launder money, help with offshore bank accounts, with fake ID’s, strange new identities, and to get him wherever he needed to go to pull off a job. He honestly thought these people only existed in movies, until he was one of them.
His latest client sends him around the world more than the others. An organization called the NID nearly fills all his time with various tasks that don’t even always associate themselves with direct murder. Perhaps it’s just putting something in the right place, relocating someone, or even setting a charge on a helicopter.
Family: Eliza Arko - waitress/prostitute/exotic dancer - deceased at age 30
Training and Education: Cal has no formal degrees - though he reads enough where his lack of high school diploma - or even college diploma - is not obvious in the least. Most of his training comes from being self-taught, though in his early twenties, he had a few people teach him a few new tricks to the trade.
Service Record: N/A
Skills: Cal’s expertise coincides nicely with violence. He knows about guns - how to take them apart, clean them, handle them, modify them, and overall care for them. He knows about close quarters combat and can mostly handle himself. He’s better with guns then a blade or fists - but still has enough experience to keep himself from constantly being killed. Cal’s not great with technology, however. He normally has someone to help with the technical end of things, since he’s more of a practical then cyber oriented person. He also has an extensive knowledge of all classic rock songs and may be able to sing along to most of them.
Personality: To put it bluntly, Cal is a psychopath. While he’s aware that he’s not completely normal within his mind, he doesn’t exactly care about it. It helps with his line of work. When killing people, he feels no remorse - just a bit of excitement at the puzzle to pull it off, and genuine pleasure in the money that will fall his way because of it. He has no problem lying to someone’s face about the biggest or smallest issue. Cal actually takes a bit of joy in misleading people - especially when they bite right into it.
His “relationships” in a romantic sense, are basically non-existent. At least to him. He’s had many girlfriends - sometimes even at the same time, but it was always for a reason. Maybe he just needed somewhere to stay, some money, or just another human around him to make him feel less isolated when things got deep. He never really cared for any of them and it was mostly just a game of words. Say the right thing, buy the right gift, make the right gesture - and they just did exactly whatever he wanted. Due to the fact that Cal has been told that he has ‘kind eyes’ or ‘puppy eyes’ - it’s even easier.
Even though he’s emotionally stunted, Cal is still a human with tastes, feelings, and thoughts. He enjoys classic rock and alternative more modern rock. He also has a weakness for classical music. Anything else somewhat annoys him. His favorite color is a burnt orange color - though normally never wears it or owns things in the color, so it’s so bright. Cal enjoys Italian food above all else - especially the authentic stuff. However he’s a terrible chef, so he often frequents Italian restaurants. He has a sense of humor, people he would almost consider ‘friends’ - though they are all useful to him, so that probably helps.
Cal may be a psychopath, but he doesn’t come across as it. Like many with his psychological condition, he appears completely normal when passing you on the street. He may even make a joke or compliment someone - though his motives are less than savory.
Overall, Callum Arko doesn’t really care that he is what many psychologists would consider a psychopath. He enjoys his life and what he’s doing with it.
Ancient Gene: Sadly, yes.
Other Information
Play By: Lee Pace
Name/Country: Hayles/’Merica
Roleplay Experience: hello darkness my old friend
Roleplay Example: See Farrah Byrne please <3
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