Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2014 18:31:32 GMT -5
* - - Liam. Pendleton. Brady. - - *
Name ;; Liam Pendleton Brady
Nickname(s) ;; n/a
Age ;; 29
Birthday ;; March 9th
Gender ;; Male
Species ;; Legacy (govt agent)
Immortal Parent ;; Apollo
Years at Camp ;; None
Celebrity Claim ;; Norman Reedus
Appearance ;;
Liam has a feral look to him. Unkempt and slightly dirty, he doesn't quite look like what most people would see as a professional killer. While most people think of him as a James Bond type, he's far from it. His eyes are wild, calculating and cold. His body is strong and well built with good and athletic muscular stature. His body is littered with scars and burns, many of them were inflicted over the years of pain and torment. While his arms and fingers are calloused, his arms are littered with burns and scars that have healed over the years. His clothes are simple, jeans, mostly long sleeved shirts. He keeps a bullet proof vest on his chest at all times no matter the weather. He always forces himself to wear the long sleeved shirts, mostly to keep himself from being identified. He wears a pair of leather gloves to leave no finger prints. Liam keeps a sort of muzzle on his face, most of the time to keep him from speaking.
Personality ;;
Liam is a soldier, a killer at his very core. Though occasionally there are cracks in the stone that is his heart, he is cold and ruthless. If a job is set before him, he won't rest until it is completed to the satisfaction of his handlers employers. He relishes a kill, loving the blood that has been spilled. He does things meticulously, someone who is resourceful about getting a job done. His eyes are cold and distant, always calculating on his next hit. He is prideful in his accomplishments. Liam speaks very little, most of what he has to say coming out in grunts as his handlers keep a muzzle on him to guarantee his silence.
Liam is extreamly well trained and stubborn, mostly left to fend for himself and to lick his own wounds if he had any. His training was brutal and his conditioning left him little more than a shell of a man. Someone who was broken, who was submissive and only took orders. But they also wanted someone who was a killer, someone vicious enough to not care why he pulled the trigger or who's throat he slit. He's never made his own call, but will always follow orders. There is quite literally nothing left inside this broken man. Liam has always been ruled by fear and terror. All he knows is pain and fear, he has never known love or gentleness. People have always treated him like a monsterous animal on a leash so he believes that deep down, that's what he is. He's nothing more than an animal, someone who doesn't deserve fair treatment. He only knows the bars of his own cage.
Powers ;;
Thick Skin:: As a Legacy of Mars, Liam has a thick skin and a strong stature. It takes a bit more to get through his skin as it's like a light armor. It can be pirced, but it takes more strength than usual to puncture it.
Weapon skills: A Legacy of Mars, Liam can use any weapons, modern or ancient, without prior training. He favors the knife and bow, but can quickly pick up any weapon skill needed with only an hour with the weapon.
Accuracy: As a claimed legacy of Apollo, he is extreamly accurate. And with his sniper training from such a young age, if he can see it, he can hit it. He prefers guns, but a bow and a cross bow will work just as good.
Healing: Liam can heal himself faster than a normal mortal. What would take a mortal a week to heal would be cut by half. This only applies to major injuries like broken bones or something of that nature. Regular cuts, scrapes and bruises take normal time to heal.
Athleticism: Because of his combined abilities from both Mars and Apollo, he is quick and fast and has a physical prowess that is second to none. He can withstand physical abuse and training without breaking a sweat.
Family ;;
Apollo, maternal grandfather
Mars, paternal grandfather
Krato Brady, Father, deceased
Star Brady, mother deceased
David Jackson, handler, son of Timor
Hank Alexander, handler, son of Bacchus
Luke James, handler, son of Poena
Eve McCloud, adopted sister
History ;;
Liam's story begins in Camp Jupiter. His mother was a young woman, a worker in the infirmary at a young age. It was through work that she had met the centurion of the second cohort, Krato Brady. He had been injured during the war games, and she was his attending nurse to help him heal up the broken ribs that he had acquired. They started dating. No one could imagine a more perfect couple. They complimented each other greatly. After her ten years of service were up, Star accepted Krato's marriage proposal. They were married in New Rome and they began a life together outside of the camp and New Rome. But in order to escape from some problems that he ran into, Krato moved his wife to a small town in Washington State.
Liam was born to the Brady Family in March. He was loved by his parents and his arrival was filled with much anticipation and joy. Soon the family would be torn apart. Star knew that something bad was going to happen, and followed her father's instructions to build a shrine in the families back yard to the goddess Iris. It was to hope that she would bless the family and keep them safe from harm from monsters. What they didn't count on was monsters in the form of men. Star hid her son behind the shrine where Laurel covered the child in hopes of keeping him hidden. Liam's family was torn apart by a pack of hellhounds and men. One of the men found Liam, taking him from his parents house to start a new life.
Liam was treated like an animal. He lived in a small cell with very little to eat. He was forced to train with three others that, like him had been captured by these men who thought that the whole demi-god world was conspiring against them. They swore they were going to create a soldier and Liam's bloodline was perfect to do it with. It was at this age that Liam had developed an imaginary friend who called herself Strife. Every time Liam spoke to her in the presence of his captors, he was beaten within an inch of death. Hank was in charge of dealing with Liam on a nightly basis, putting him through what they called conditioning. Liam was never allowed to sleep, but Hank would use his psychological powers to strip the boy down and make him less than Human. He was forced to train with monsters, to fight against the other demi-gods that they had captured. When one of the other demi-gods displeased the handlers as they called themselves, Liam was forced to kill them. The voice called Strife constantly invaded his mind, tearing down the walls that he had religiously put up to try to cope with the constant pain and terror that he found himself in.
At the age of seven, the only girl that he knew had found a way to escape. But he had heard the handlers catch her. The screams were horrific, permeating his mind like the voice did often, then there was blessed silence. He never saw her again, but the smears of blood on the walls of the concrete hallway were enough to break him. From then on, whatever they ordered, he did. He never questioned orders, the less he resisted, the less pain he would feel. There was always pain and terror, not to mention the constant mental breakdowns every night. By the time he was fifteen, he was little more than an attack dog on a leash, secured by his handlers. He was loaned out by his handlers to kill people. The quicker and faster he killed people, the better the pay his handlers got. He became a blood thirsty and vicious man. The only thing that he lived for now was the kill. He relished being let off the leash so he could make another shot. He would be punished regularly, almost on a daily basis to remind him that he was not in charge. Liam would never be in control of his own life. Around the age of ten was when he started his sniper training, his handlers noticing how well he was able to handle guns and knives, they gave him a rifle to pick off some of the sick hell hounds that were kept in the compound. Liam excelled at shooting, and his training was intensified. Nothing was accepted less than perfection in his shots.
He had been lent to many places, KGB, MI6, Moussad, the CIA and a few other places had come to employ him. His handlers were pleased with his progress. There were times when he was over seas, that he would hear the sound of the woman called Strife in the back of his mind, but afterward, he would have his mind go completely blank with the conditioning, forcing him to revert to a primal and instinctive state of being. His hands are usually bound, mainly to keep him from fighting back against people. Liam relishes training, a daily thing he does whether he is on assignment or not. He rarely goes out and about, mostly staying inside. His handlers don't like for him to taste freedom.
Liam was told that his services were needed for an extended mission. He was bound and blindfolded before being moved to another facility. After his arrival there, he met Eve, Avetis and Skylar. He understood that Avetis and Skylar would be calling the shots and making the orders. Now instead of hunting down people for pay, he was to help the government with hunting down demi-gods and legacies like himself. Liam really didn't care, orders are orders, and he would carry them out regardless of what he felt or thought. Not that he felt or thought much of anything.
Site Alias ;; Charlie
Reading;; All including Blood of Olympus
Roleplaying Experience ;; 8+ years
Sample RP ;; see Charlie-mack Jolly
