Post by Sathanas on Jun 7, 2007 3:56:09 GMT 1
Feel free to nuke the Jack thread...goin' with Tim...
Most of this is straight out of my old Tim bio, so it was approved at Xin 1.
BUT this is not Xin 1 so holler at me if there are any significant problems.
Name: Timothy Glenhald Masters
Nicknames: Tim, Masters, Tim The-Bat-wielding-psychopath (Looooong story from when he lived in Russia), The Terror
Nationality: American, although he certainly has been around the world a couple of times.
Age: 19 (is being forced to repeat his Senior year for the second time. Fucking technicalities)
Weight: 195 lbs
Height: 6”1
Build: Ripped. He’s been through Marine Boot Camp upwards of 5 times, and has trained at every base he has ever been at. All of his mass is well toned, steel hard muscle, and it shows. (copy paste error...)
Eye Color: Emerald Green, with brown flecks in the right eye. They seem to be haunted, tired, like their wearer has seen things he shouldn’t have. (No this isn’t glowing or magic…simply genetics…I have it myself)
Hair: Brownish Blonde, grown out, it hasn’t been cut in awhile, but is still ordered, long, straight, hangs midway into his neck, and is swept back out of his face.
Habits:
Psychological Habits: Listens to music nigh constantly, via the IPod that is pretty much Omnipresent with him. He generally has the volume low enough so that he can hear the people around him. He also has a tendency to make obscure sci-fi references in normal conversation. When nervous he tends to roll things across his knuckles. He has serious anger management issues should someone insult the memory of his father.
Physical Habits: Tim drinks, he isn’t an alcoholic but he does drink, but should the opportunity arise he very likely will. He can hold a tremendous amount of liquor for his size.
Personality: Tim, when in an unfamiliar place or around unfamiliar people, is calm, quiet, and reserved the way the sea is before a hurricane. When he is among friends, he becomes boisterous, and alternates between quiet and noise, depending on his mood. He is shy around women, has never had a serious relationship, although he lacks virginity. When it comes to combat Tim is a commanding presence, for obvious reasons, especially when coordinating with people. When it comes to single combat, Tim is singularly dedicated. (See History) He is cold, and calculating. But should you anger him to a significant degree (generally by insulting the memory of his father) He will do his very best to undo you, and generally ignore all of the punishment that comes his way. (He generally will collapse immediately after this, as he’s probably taken quite the beating at this point.) He’s a nice guy, but can hold a grudge for a long time, and absolutely hates traitors. He is incredibly loyal to his friends, and once you have gained his trust, he’ll do as much as he can to help you, and can be depended upon to come through for you. Tim is very vocal, and uses many horrifying insults in a loving manner, something that has got him in trouble more than once, but a skill (?) common in Marines, and one that he carries with pride
Appearance: Generally wears long pants (Jeans or Fatigue pants usually) with T-Shirts of varying sizes. He favors Camo, Khaki and Dark green colors. He has a 7th Marines tattoo on his right shoulder. He bears several scars across his torso and stomach from the various fights he was in during his upbringing (See History) He also tends to ware a pair of Flare Compensation Sunglasses.
Description: He is tall, well built with brown-blonde hair hanging down to his neck, with Caucasian skin. He wears steel toe Marine-issue boots, Fatigue pants, and a Black T-Shirt. A pair of buds adorns his ears, and a pair of Sunglasses covers his eyes, which hide a pair of beautiful green eyes, the right of which, upon closer inspection, has brown dotted through it. His eyes look like those of a seasoned veteran, despite his age, betraying that he has been through things he shouldn’t have. A trio of scars draw jagged lines down the left side of his face. He walks like a great cat, each movement calm and measured but ready to explode into action at a moments notice. Half of a 7th Marines tattoo is visible on his right arm, as are several scars. He smiles sadly at you, as he approaches…
Updates: Tim is still very much the same as he was earlier. This is due in large part to the fact that he is suffering from acute Amnesia. (see history.) He now suffers from migraines on a regular basis, and any time he begins to remember or something triggers memories about his missing experiences, he has headaches to the point of nearly passing out. As for physical changes Tim is the same weight as he was, but the muscle is much more toned. However, he has taken several gunshot wounds, as well as numerous cuts from shrapnel to knives. These scars dot his frame, but are generally hidden. The most visible of these are the trio on the left side of his face caused by shrapnel from a grenade.
Hobbies:
Tim Masters is what you would say, a Sci-Fi junkie. Star Wars, Star Trek, Serenity, you name it, he’s scene it a couple dozen times. He prides himself on his mastery of trivia, and is always ready for a good challenge. He owns one of the most complete private collections of star wars literature on the planet.
Tim is also a helluva guitar player. He never really got into a band due to his nomadic lifestyle, but boy can he shred. He doesn’t think of himself as all that good but upon outside inspection, he is revealed to be an expert.
Masters is also has a razor sharp mind, he is very smart, and is incredibly politically aware. He is generally an A student without too much effort.
He loves Military Technology and is an expert on the subject, and prides himself on his knowledge of firearms.
Tim loves to read, and can often be found listening to music and reading some place quiet during breaks.
He also loves Computer and Videogames, and is ranked 1st nationally in both Counterstrike and RS64, under the sn The_Terror, and has begun training in the ways of the combat space simulator. He also loves War games, from Chess to Civilization to Star Craft. He loves and plays them all.
Tim also enjoys running, Lifting, and other manners of physical activity. He also enjoys a good fight every now and then.
He is a linguist, due to his many travels and is fluent in English, Spanish, Mandarin, Nipponese, Latin, French, Italian, German, and Russian. He is also incredibly fluent in the barrage of stomach churning insults known as Jarhead-ese.
Extracurriculars: Masters has a razor sharp mind, he is very smart, and is incredibly politically aware. He is generally an A student without too much effort. He has not been in San Francisco long enough to join any clubs, however.
He enjoys Physics, History and English (He is an avid reader) and utterly despises math.
History: Timothy Masters was born to an unmarried couple, one of which vanished almost immediately afterwards. This was not a problem to young Tim, because his father, Colonel Andrew Masters, Seventh Marines, and the marines would be the only thing he’d know for a great deal of time. He was shuffled about from base to base from the beginning of his life, never spending more than a year in one place, as his father’s “Talents” were needed practically everywhere. He began training in Kickboxing when young, learning different Techniques from the UC (Unarmed Combat) instructor of whichever base he was currently a resident of. He was an expert at the Marine style of fighting by age 16, and had been through his first boot camp (with a significantly reduced load) several years earlier. The longest he ever stayed in one place was Camp Pendleton for two years (Age 9-11), while his father trained a STA company. Soon after that he left abroad, his father being sent to do various training missions, although many of them were of a much darker nature. He spent time in England, Italy, France and Germany, all on the basses there, where he picked up the beginning of what would become his impressive skill with firearms. After that, his father was sent to Japan, to be the senior American advisor to the JDF.
It was in Tokyo that Tim would begin learning the martial arts. He learned the basics Shotokan Karate and Tae Kwon Do from several JDF instructors. He also studied Shinkendo, and in 6 months became proficient with a sword. After that, his father was sent to be the military Attaché to the American Embassy there. Here he learned a little bit of Kung Fu, which taught to set aside the brute force UC Marine Stylings, and become much more agile and quick. Unfortunately, before he could become more at peace with himself (He was quite an angry child at this point), His father was transferred to South Korea, almost suspiciously quickly after a Chinese Intelligence Operation was destroyed and all the agents involved killed. While in South Korea he learned some Jiu Jitsu, and by this time, at the tender age of 16, could stand his own Veteran Marines (Although he would often get beaten due to their superior experience). From there his father was sent to Moscow, Russia, where Tim fell in with the Streetfighting subculture there, much to his father’s delight. (He felt Tim was too shut in) While there he became a Spetsnaz Knife-Fighting Stylist, and a damn good one at that. While in Moscow, he made his first lasting friends, which eventually led to the famous Bat-wielding-psycho incident, the story of which was now making its rounds through the USMC home bases. (One of his friends got jumped, and Tim grabbed the closest thing at hand, a Baseball bat, and chased the perpetrators of this event around the city on foot for two days before finally cornering them and giving them a helluva beating) It was here that he was stabbed twice in a gang fight, and spent three weeks in a Russian hospital for the trouble, earning his first pair of genuine scars. After Moscow, his father was rotated to Okinawa, and then the Phillipines where Tim learned several weapons before returning to the states.
Throughout this Tim became extraordinarily literate, reading the classics of the nation he was in, via base libraries and suggestions of instructors. He also became very skilled in the art of tactics, and is quite capable of commanding squad-platoon sized formations in combat. He is also skilled at both Athletics and stealth; he can scale a brick wall in steel toed boots at night while letting out nothing more than a whisper of rubber on cement.
Tim was rather bored in the states, and took it upon himself to do boot camp for fun. He passed twice with a reduced weight load, and once with a standard load. He topped his class in run times, and Rifle scores each time. He earned the Marine nick Tim the Terror or simply the terror. He spent a year in the states, before his father was transferred to back to Russia, Vladivostok this time. Here Tim’s life was turned upside down.
(The following is a story)
Tim was walking with his father through an alley of Vladivostok when his dad said something he thought he’d never hear.
“Tim…I don’t want you to be a Marine…I don’t want my life for you.”
Tim stopped, and looked at the only man he’d ever really known. That and the corps.
“I know this is something you don’t want to hear me out.”
Tim nodded, struck mute by this display.
“You’re smart, you’re young, you see the whole picture. You could be a teacher, a senator, anything you want.”
“I want to be a Marine…” Was his reply. Normally a storm of horrifying insults would follow this, but Tim was completely shell shocked by this.
“You want to be a Marine…Tim…look at yourself…you’re brilliant…you could do anything, and all you want to be is another fucking Grunt? Are you out of your mind!? Tim…I love you…but you don’t want this…you don’t want to never have a home…you don’t want to think only of killing…you don’t want my life,” Said the Colonel, a sad smile spreading across his face.
Then a 7.62 millimeter shell turned that face into mincemeat, smile and all.
Tim stood for moment, then wiped the arterial blood from his face, and with a scream of unbelievable anguish, fell to his knees. It was from this position that he saw the movement of a barrel being retracted from a window. All thoughts were gone. Revenge replaced everything. With a snarl he took his fathers Knife from the body, and hurtled at the building. The screams and whimpers of the surrounding civilians meant nothing to him, civvies were weak. Only the Corps granted strength. He was up the stairs impossibly fast, ten stories in a flash. He saw the room, and the door was splinters at a single kick and the man, in process of disassembling the Dragunov variant at his feet. He stood with a shout, reaching for the holstered pistol at his waist. The Tim, the Terror himself, was upon him. The arm was broken before it could reach the gun, and the knife flashed through the armpit of his other arm, severing the artery, slitting the tendons. The man screamed, but it was quickly reduced to a gurgle as the serrated edge of Tim’s murder implement sank into his throat. The man collapsed, and Tim placed his foot on the hilt of his murdered father’s favorite blade, and looked into the killer’s eyes. “No…” was all Tim said, and removed his foot, and watched the bastard drown in his own blood. This was the Terror, covered in blood, watching his enemy suffer for every nanosecond until death took him into the abyss.
The Chinese government had no idea why one of their agents was in Vladivostok, or why he was toting a sniper rifle.
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Tim’s life after that was, needless to say, completely changed. The only person he’d ever really known was dead. He returned to America a changed man, the loud boisterous Tim was now replaced by a quiet, introspective Tim. He retreated to Quantico, Virginia and trained near-suicidally for his coming enrollment in the USMC. It was a rainy day in Virginia when he realized he didn’t want to be a marine. He would honor his Father’s last wish.
Being a Colonel in the USMC, especially one that had personally handled all matter of dirty laundry for good old Unca’ Sam, grants you many things, one of them being a hefty Life Insurance policy, of which Tim was the sole benefactor, and a great many friends and connections, of which Tim was also the sole benefactor. He received gifts from everyone who ever served with his father, and can call on any of the Colonel’s old friends should the need arise. He missed the last 6 months of his senior year of High School, and is currently enrolled in Varron Academy. He arrived after receiving fresh lessons in a new art, Jeet Kune Do, from a Martial Arts instructor at Fort Bragg, where he stayed between Quantico and Varron.
Now in Varron City he is looking forward to new friends and experiences, but will his past catch up with him?
Only time will tell.
Updates:
Tim came home from school one fine evening ready, like many other nights, to do his homework, only to find the door to his apartment unlocked. He found that his things had been gone through and that, while, the place was torn to hell, nothing was missing. Tim plied his contacts for a few days while staying out of sight. He arrived to meet with one of them in a hurried last-minute scheduled meeting. He ended up saving his life from two rather disgruntled looking men in suits toting Glocks. From this man he learned a secret of absolutely midnight proportions.
The CIA had traded his father to the Chinese.
Tim went completely underground at this point, disappearing abruptly from Varron, mostly for the protection of those around him. He plied the webway of information for almost a month, the fruit of which was a name: Grayson Darrel. Tim began a hunt for proof of the compliance of the Agency in Andrew Masters assassination. He used many a contact, had many a close call, but managed to begin to assemble a portfolio without killing anyone.
That changed when the Agency dispatched Darrel at the head of a CIA Wet Team to deal with this mounting nuisance.
Tim played cat and mouse with them throughout the country, relying on his training and his contacts (who were better at the disappearing act than him, but he was learning) to get him through. Finally, after raiding the Vancouver CIA Station he had the proof he needed. after straining the Wet Teams resources, and Darrel's masters' patience with Darrel's lack of progress, he lured away almost the entire team, then jumped Darrel and two of his cronies. The resulting gunfight ended with Tim shot twice, once in the arm, one graze along a rib, and the three agents down, with Darrel taking three rounds, all fatal.
That left Tim open, however, to the Dead man's switch he was carrying and the explosives it entailed. This left Tim scarred and hospitalized ending up with a case of acute Amnesia about the entire event.
The agency decided to let it lie, and was forced to swear off of Timothy Masters, being under heavy pressure from the Military. (Andrew was well liked throughout all the branches of Armed Services) Tim returned to Varron lost and confused. Through some of his contacts he learned of what had occurred. He also discovered a letter. With that he packed up and moved to San Francisco…
Fighting Style: Hand to Hand: Tim Masters never really mastered any single style of Hand to Hand combat (With the exception of Marine-style Kick Boxing), instead learning the basics of many different styles and incorporating them all into one amalgamated fighting style that incorporates the agility Kung Fu, the strength of Shotokan, the locks of Jeet Kune Do and the ground fighting of Jiu Jitsu. Add in the Brute Hitting power of the Marine Kickboxing, and you’ve got quite a mix.
Armed: Tim is absolutely Lethal with a knife, and is considered to be a top notch Spetsnaz stylist. He also trains in Shinkendo, and is more than proficient with the Katana. He is proficient with the staff, spear, Tai-Chi Broadsword, Kama, Sai, and Dao, among other things. He also has his own custom weapon, his Glaive (See possessions below), of which he is the only user, and he is deadly with it as well. He is working on incorporating his Spetsnaz and Shinkendo training into a single twin-blade style.
Firearms: Tim is one of the better shots you’ll ever meet, and can use everything from Handguns, to the Barrett 50.
Strengths: He fights with a versatile combination of speed, agility, and strength, and can put the most of his considerable muscle behind many of his blows. He can also recognize many different styles, as he has fought many of them at least once.
Weaknesses: He’s not a true master of any one style, and while he has made this up by learning many styles, he’s still weak against true masters of whatever style he is using at the time. (Keep in mind, he can switch styles) While being a good mix of speed strength and endurance, he is not focused in any of them. Fighters can verily overpower him, outmaneuver him, or outlast him if that is their foci.
Miscellaneous information:
Contents of Right Pocket:
Cell Phone, flip, in good condition, holds only a few numbers
IPod Nano, Black: Holds a medley of songs of varying genres. Ask him, maybe he’ll let you listen. (Can be worn around neck with a piece of equipment.)
A black Ticonderoga Millennium Edition pencil: slightly worn.
Gum: Beemans, THE ORIGINAL!!!
A few odds and ends, paper clips, etc.
Wallet: Holds around 50 Bucks and several Cards. One is a membership card for the Official Star Wars Fan club, another is an insurance card, and another yet is his Gun license, his School I.D. as well as his standard I>D.
Contents of left pocket:
Some folded paper, for writing, 5 sheets.
Keys to Ducati
Few spare bucks and change.
Ice Cream card.
And a folded up piece of paper, also well worn etc.
Property:
Apartment: Using some of his father’s life insurance, he bought himself a decent apartment near the school.
Specifications:
2 Bedrooms, 1 main, 1 guest.
Medium size living room
1 Bathroom
Kitchen
Bar (well stocked)
Vehicle:
Vader: A modified Ducati Supersport 1000DS, with a custom Paintjob, matte black that evolves into a Vader helmet. A gift from his father’s friends in Italy.
Specifications: NOS Kit add on, Modified to be more fuel efficient, Modified for greater fuel Capacity, Armored.
www.ducati.com/bikes/my2006/popup_tech_spec.jhtml?modelName=SS1000DS-06
Possessions:
A set of Ballistic Mesh light tactical armor.
Weapons:
His Father’s SEAL survival has a hollow base which contains Fishing Line (The impossible to break kind), a dozen strike anywheres, GPS, and a good old fashioned Compass, as well as a tiny radio transceiver.
The armorers at Quantico, discovering that Tim had a liking for the movie Predator, and knowing his training in the Martial Arts, fashioned a weapon as a Funeral gift for him. The resulting Glaive (Picture below), is 5 feet long, features Titanium folded blades woven with Kevlar (I.E. almost completely unbreakable), and Telescopes from a 3 foot long rod into its full deadly length.
*He won’t ever use his firearms against another character unless he has received complete and explicit approval from the mods.
Update: Almost all of his old gear, with the exception of his personal light ballistic armor, his glaive and his knife, was placed in a Safe Deposit Box in Switzerland. Tim could go get it. The only problem is he has no idea that he can.
Reference Pics
His Glaive
(Second Blade is Identical to the first)
Father’s Knife
Edit: The Boot Camp thing isn't an official thing. I know someone who went through bootcamp underage three times, although I'm not sure what program he went through. As for Tim he didn't officially sign up for it, and never officially became a Marine. It was unofficial with the Corps looking the other way because of his father.
Most of this is straight out of my old Tim bio, so it was approved at Xin 1.
BUT this is not Xin 1 so holler at me if there are any significant problems.
Name: Timothy Glenhald Masters
Nicknames: Tim, Masters, Tim The-Bat-wielding-psychopath (Looooong story from when he lived in Russia), The Terror
Nationality: American, although he certainly has been around the world a couple of times.
Age: 19 (is being forced to repeat his Senior year for the second time. Fucking technicalities)
Weight: 195 lbs
Height: 6”1
Build: Ripped. He’s been through Marine Boot Camp upwards of 5 times, and has trained at every base he has ever been at. All of his mass is well toned, steel hard muscle, and it shows. (copy paste error...)
Eye Color: Emerald Green, with brown flecks in the right eye. They seem to be haunted, tired, like their wearer has seen things he shouldn’t have. (No this isn’t glowing or magic…simply genetics…I have it myself)
Hair: Brownish Blonde, grown out, it hasn’t been cut in awhile, but is still ordered, long, straight, hangs midway into his neck, and is swept back out of his face.
Habits:
Psychological Habits: Listens to music nigh constantly, via the IPod that is pretty much Omnipresent with him. He generally has the volume low enough so that he can hear the people around him. He also has a tendency to make obscure sci-fi references in normal conversation. When nervous he tends to roll things across his knuckles. He has serious anger management issues should someone insult the memory of his father.
Physical Habits: Tim drinks, he isn’t an alcoholic but he does drink, but should the opportunity arise he very likely will. He can hold a tremendous amount of liquor for his size.
Personality: Tim, when in an unfamiliar place or around unfamiliar people, is calm, quiet, and reserved the way the sea is before a hurricane. When he is among friends, he becomes boisterous, and alternates between quiet and noise, depending on his mood. He is shy around women, has never had a serious relationship, although he lacks virginity. When it comes to combat Tim is a commanding presence, for obvious reasons, especially when coordinating with people. When it comes to single combat, Tim is singularly dedicated. (See History) He is cold, and calculating. But should you anger him to a significant degree (generally by insulting the memory of his father) He will do his very best to undo you, and generally ignore all of the punishment that comes his way. (He generally will collapse immediately after this, as he’s probably taken quite the beating at this point.) He’s a nice guy, but can hold a grudge for a long time, and absolutely hates traitors. He is incredibly loyal to his friends, and once you have gained his trust, he’ll do as much as he can to help you, and can be depended upon to come through for you. Tim is very vocal, and uses many horrifying insults in a loving manner, something that has got him in trouble more than once, but a skill (?) common in Marines, and one that he carries with pride
Appearance: Generally wears long pants (Jeans or Fatigue pants usually) with T-Shirts of varying sizes. He favors Camo, Khaki and Dark green colors. He has a 7th Marines tattoo on his right shoulder. He bears several scars across his torso and stomach from the various fights he was in during his upbringing (See History) He also tends to ware a pair of Flare Compensation Sunglasses.
Description: He is tall, well built with brown-blonde hair hanging down to his neck, with Caucasian skin. He wears steel toe Marine-issue boots, Fatigue pants, and a Black T-Shirt. A pair of buds adorns his ears, and a pair of Sunglasses covers his eyes, which hide a pair of beautiful green eyes, the right of which, upon closer inspection, has brown dotted through it. His eyes look like those of a seasoned veteran, despite his age, betraying that he has been through things he shouldn’t have. A trio of scars draw jagged lines down the left side of his face. He walks like a great cat, each movement calm and measured but ready to explode into action at a moments notice. Half of a 7th Marines tattoo is visible on his right arm, as are several scars. He smiles sadly at you, as he approaches…
Updates: Tim is still very much the same as he was earlier. This is due in large part to the fact that he is suffering from acute Amnesia. (see history.) He now suffers from migraines on a regular basis, and any time he begins to remember or something triggers memories about his missing experiences, he has headaches to the point of nearly passing out. As for physical changes Tim is the same weight as he was, but the muscle is much more toned. However, he has taken several gunshot wounds, as well as numerous cuts from shrapnel to knives. These scars dot his frame, but are generally hidden. The most visible of these are the trio on the left side of his face caused by shrapnel from a grenade.
Hobbies:
Tim Masters is what you would say, a Sci-Fi junkie. Star Wars, Star Trek, Serenity, you name it, he’s scene it a couple dozen times. He prides himself on his mastery of trivia, and is always ready for a good challenge. He owns one of the most complete private collections of star wars literature on the planet.
Tim is also a helluva guitar player. He never really got into a band due to his nomadic lifestyle, but boy can he shred. He doesn’t think of himself as all that good but upon outside inspection, he is revealed to be an expert.
Masters is also has a razor sharp mind, he is very smart, and is incredibly politically aware. He is generally an A student without too much effort.
He loves Military Technology and is an expert on the subject, and prides himself on his knowledge of firearms.
Tim loves to read, and can often be found listening to music and reading some place quiet during breaks.
He also loves Computer and Videogames, and is ranked 1st nationally in both Counterstrike and RS64, under the sn The_Terror, and has begun training in the ways of the combat space simulator. He also loves War games, from Chess to Civilization to Star Craft. He loves and plays them all.
Tim also enjoys running, Lifting, and other manners of physical activity. He also enjoys a good fight every now and then.
He is a linguist, due to his many travels and is fluent in English, Spanish, Mandarin, Nipponese, Latin, French, Italian, German, and Russian. He is also incredibly fluent in the barrage of stomach churning insults known as Jarhead-ese.
Extracurriculars: Masters has a razor sharp mind, he is very smart, and is incredibly politically aware. He is generally an A student without too much effort. He has not been in San Francisco long enough to join any clubs, however.
He enjoys Physics, History and English (He is an avid reader) and utterly despises math.
History: Timothy Masters was born to an unmarried couple, one of which vanished almost immediately afterwards. This was not a problem to young Tim, because his father, Colonel Andrew Masters, Seventh Marines, and the marines would be the only thing he’d know for a great deal of time. He was shuffled about from base to base from the beginning of his life, never spending more than a year in one place, as his father’s “Talents” were needed practically everywhere. He began training in Kickboxing when young, learning different Techniques from the UC (Unarmed Combat) instructor of whichever base he was currently a resident of. He was an expert at the Marine style of fighting by age 16, and had been through his first boot camp (with a significantly reduced load) several years earlier. The longest he ever stayed in one place was Camp Pendleton for two years (Age 9-11), while his father trained a STA company. Soon after that he left abroad, his father being sent to do various training missions, although many of them were of a much darker nature. He spent time in England, Italy, France and Germany, all on the basses there, where he picked up the beginning of what would become his impressive skill with firearms. After that, his father was sent to Japan, to be the senior American advisor to the JDF.
It was in Tokyo that Tim would begin learning the martial arts. He learned the basics Shotokan Karate and Tae Kwon Do from several JDF instructors. He also studied Shinkendo, and in 6 months became proficient with a sword. After that, his father was sent to be the military Attaché to the American Embassy there. Here he learned a little bit of Kung Fu, which taught to set aside the brute force UC Marine Stylings, and become much more agile and quick. Unfortunately, before he could become more at peace with himself (He was quite an angry child at this point), His father was transferred to South Korea, almost suspiciously quickly after a Chinese Intelligence Operation was destroyed and all the agents involved killed. While in South Korea he learned some Jiu Jitsu, and by this time, at the tender age of 16, could stand his own Veteran Marines (Although he would often get beaten due to their superior experience). From there his father was sent to Moscow, Russia, where Tim fell in with the Streetfighting subculture there, much to his father’s delight. (He felt Tim was too shut in) While there he became a Spetsnaz Knife-Fighting Stylist, and a damn good one at that. While in Moscow, he made his first lasting friends, which eventually led to the famous Bat-wielding-psycho incident, the story of which was now making its rounds through the USMC home bases. (One of his friends got jumped, and Tim grabbed the closest thing at hand, a Baseball bat, and chased the perpetrators of this event around the city on foot for two days before finally cornering them and giving them a helluva beating) It was here that he was stabbed twice in a gang fight, and spent three weeks in a Russian hospital for the trouble, earning his first pair of genuine scars. After Moscow, his father was rotated to Okinawa, and then the Phillipines where Tim learned several weapons before returning to the states.
Throughout this Tim became extraordinarily literate, reading the classics of the nation he was in, via base libraries and suggestions of instructors. He also became very skilled in the art of tactics, and is quite capable of commanding squad-platoon sized formations in combat. He is also skilled at both Athletics and stealth; he can scale a brick wall in steel toed boots at night while letting out nothing more than a whisper of rubber on cement.
Tim was rather bored in the states, and took it upon himself to do boot camp for fun. He passed twice with a reduced weight load, and once with a standard load. He topped his class in run times, and Rifle scores each time. He earned the Marine nick Tim the Terror or simply the terror. He spent a year in the states, before his father was transferred to back to Russia, Vladivostok this time. Here Tim’s life was turned upside down.
(The following is a story)
Tim was walking with his father through an alley of Vladivostok when his dad said something he thought he’d never hear.
“Tim…I don’t want you to be a Marine…I don’t want my life for you.”
Tim stopped, and looked at the only man he’d ever really known. That and the corps.
“I know this is something you don’t want to hear me out.”
Tim nodded, struck mute by this display.
“You’re smart, you’re young, you see the whole picture. You could be a teacher, a senator, anything you want.”
“I want to be a Marine…” Was his reply. Normally a storm of horrifying insults would follow this, but Tim was completely shell shocked by this.
“You want to be a Marine…Tim…look at yourself…you’re brilliant…you could do anything, and all you want to be is another fucking Grunt? Are you out of your mind!? Tim…I love you…but you don’t want this…you don’t want to never have a home…you don’t want to think only of killing…you don’t want my life,” Said the Colonel, a sad smile spreading across his face.
Then a 7.62 millimeter shell turned that face into mincemeat, smile and all.
Tim stood for moment, then wiped the arterial blood from his face, and with a scream of unbelievable anguish, fell to his knees. It was from this position that he saw the movement of a barrel being retracted from a window. All thoughts were gone. Revenge replaced everything. With a snarl he took his fathers Knife from the body, and hurtled at the building. The screams and whimpers of the surrounding civilians meant nothing to him, civvies were weak. Only the Corps granted strength. He was up the stairs impossibly fast, ten stories in a flash. He saw the room, and the door was splinters at a single kick and the man, in process of disassembling the Dragunov variant at his feet. He stood with a shout, reaching for the holstered pistol at his waist. The Tim, the Terror himself, was upon him. The arm was broken before it could reach the gun, and the knife flashed through the armpit of his other arm, severing the artery, slitting the tendons. The man screamed, but it was quickly reduced to a gurgle as the serrated edge of Tim’s murder implement sank into his throat. The man collapsed, and Tim placed his foot on the hilt of his murdered father’s favorite blade, and looked into the killer’s eyes. “No…” was all Tim said, and removed his foot, and watched the bastard drown in his own blood. This was the Terror, covered in blood, watching his enemy suffer for every nanosecond until death took him into the abyss.
The Chinese government had no idea why one of their agents was in Vladivostok, or why he was toting a sniper rifle.
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Tim’s life after that was, needless to say, completely changed. The only person he’d ever really known was dead. He returned to America a changed man, the loud boisterous Tim was now replaced by a quiet, introspective Tim. He retreated to Quantico, Virginia and trained near-suicidally for his coming enrollment in the USMC. It was a rainy day in Virginia when he realized he didn’t want to be a marine. He would honor his Father’s last wish.
Being a Colonel in the USMC, especially one that had personally handled all matter of dirty laundry for good old Unca’ Sam, grants you many things, one of them being a hefty Life Insurance policy, of which Tim was the sole benefactor, and a great many friends and connections, of which Tim was also the sole benefactor. He received gifts from everyone who ever served with his father, and can call on any of the Colonel’s old friends should the need arise. He missed the last 6 months of his senior year of High School, and is currently enrolled in Varron Academy. He arrived after receiving fresh lessons in a new art, Jeet Kune Do, from a Martial Arts instructor at Fort Bragg, where he stayed between Quantico and Varron.
Now in Varron City he is looking forward to new friends and experiences, but will his past catch up with him?
Only time will tell.
Updates:
Tim came home from school one fine evening ready, like many other nights, to do his homework, only to find the door to his apartment unlocked. He found that his things had been gone through and that, while, the place was torn to hell, nothing was missing. Tim plied his contacts for a few days while staying out of sight. He arrived to meet with one of them in a hurried last-minute scheduled meeting. He ended up saving his life from two rather disgruntled looking men in suits toting Glocks. From this man he learned a secret of absolutely midnight proportions.
The CIA had traded his father to the Chinese.
Tim went completely underground at this point, disappearing abruptly from Varron, mostly for the protection of those around him. He plied the webway of information for almost a month, the fruit of which was a name: Grayson Darrel. Tim began a hunt for proof of the compliance of the Agency in Andrew Masters assassination. He used many a contact, had many a close call, but managed to begin to assemble a portfolio without killing anyone.
That changed when the Agency dispatched Darrel at the head of a CIA Wet Team to deal with this mounting nuisance.
Tim played cat and mouse with them throughout the country, relying on his training and his contacts (who were better at the disappearing act than him, but he was learning) to get him through. Finally, after raiding the Vancouver CIA Station he had the proof he needed. after straining the Wet Teams resources, and Darrel's masters' patience with Darrel's lack of progress, he lured away almost the entire team, then jumped Darrel and two of his cronies. The resulting gunfight ended with Tim shot twice, once in the arm, one graze along a rib, and the three agents down, with Darrel taking three rounds, all fatal.
That left Tim open, however, to the Dead man's switch he was carrying and the explosives it entailed. This left Tim scarred and hospitalized ending up with a case of acute Amnesia about the entire event.
The agency decided to let it lie, and was forced to swear off of Timothy Masters, being under heavy pressure from the Military. (Andrew was well liked throughout all the branches of Armed Services) Tim returned to Varron lost and confused. Through some of his contacts he learned of what had occurred. He also discovered a letter. With that he packed up and moved to San Francisco…
Fighting Style: Hand to Hand: Tim Masters never really mastered any single style of Hand to Hand combat (With the exception of Marine-style Kick Boxing), instead learning the basics of many different styles and incorporating them all into one amalgamated fighting style that incorporates the agility Kung Fu, the strength of Shotokan, the locks of Jeet Kune Do and the ground fighting of Jiu Jitsu. Add in the Brute Hitting power of the Marine Kickboxing, and you’ve got quite a mix.
Armed: Tim is absolutely Lethal with a knife, and is considered to be a top notch Spetsnaz stylist. He also trains in Shinkendo, and is more than proficient with the Katana. He is proficient with the staff, spear, Tai-Chi Broadsword, Kama, Sai, and Dao, among other things. He also has his own custom weapon, his Glaive (See possessions below), of which he is the only user, and he is deadly with it as well. He is working on incorporating his Spetsnaz and Shinkendo training into a single twin-blade style.
Firearms: Tim is one of the better shots you’ll ever meet, and can use everything from Handguns, to the Barrett 50.
Strengths: He fights with a versatile combination of speed, agility, and strength, and can put the most of his considerable muscle behind many of his blows. He can also recognize many different styles, as he has fought many of them at least once.
Weaknesses: He’s not a true master of any one style, and while he has made this up by learning many styles, he’s still weak against true masters of whatever style he is using at the time. (Keep in mind, he can switch styles) While being a good mix of speed strength and endurance, he is not focused in any of them. Fighters can verily overpower him, outmaneuver him, or outlast him if that is their foci.
Miscellaneous information:
Contents of Right Pocket:
Cell Phone, flip, in good condition, holds only a few numbers
IPod Nano, Black: Holds a medley of songs of varying genres. Ask him, maybe he’ll let you listen. (Can be worn around neck with a piece of equipment.)
A black Ticonderoga Millennium Edition pencil: slightly worn.
Gum: Beemans, THE ORIGINAL!!!
A few odds and ends, paper clips, etc.
Wallet: Holds around 50 Bucks and several Cards. One is a membership card for the Official Star Wars Fan club, another is an insurance card, and another yet is his Gun license, his School I.D. as well as his standard I>D.
Contents of left pocket:
Some folded paper, for writing, 5 sheets.
Keys to Ducati
Few spare bucks and change.
Ice Cream card.
And a folded up piece of paper, also well worn etc.
Property:
Apartment: Using some of his father’s life insurance, he bought himself a decent apartment near the school.
Specifications:
2 Bedrooms, 1 main, 1 guest.
Medium size living room
1 Bathroom
Kitchen
Bar (well stocked)
Vehicle:
Vader: A modified Ducati Supersport 1000DS, with a custom Paintjob, matte black that evolves into a Vader helmet. A gift from his father’s friends in Italy.
Specifications: NOS Kit add on, Modified to be more fuel efficient, Modified for greater fuel Capacity, Armored.
www.ducati.com/bikes/my2006/popup_tech_spec.jhtml?modelName=SS1000DS-06
Possessions:
A set of Ballistic Mesh light tactical armor.
Weapons:
His Father’s SEAL survival has a hollow base which contains Fishing Line (The impossible to break kind), a dozen strike anywheres, GPS, and a good old fashioned Compass, as well as a tiny radio transceiver.
The armorers at Quantico, discovering that Tim had a liking for the movie Predator, and knowing his training in the Martial Arts, fashioned a weapon as a Funeral gift for him. The resulting Glaive (Picture below), is 5 feet long, features Titanium folded blades woven with Kevlar (I.E. almost completely unbreakable), and Telescopes from a 3 foot long rod into its full deadly length.
*He won’t ever use his firearms against another character unless he has received complete and explicit approval from the mods.
Update: Almost all of his old gear, with the exception of his personal light ballistic armor, his glaive and his knife, was placed in a Safe Deposit Box in Switzerland. Tim could go get it. The only problem is he has no idea that he can.
Reference Pics
His Glaive
(Second Blade is Identical to the first)
Father’s Knife
Edit: The Boot Camp thing isn't an official thing. I know someone who went through bootcamp underage three times, although I'm not sure what program he went through. As for Tim he didn't officially sign up for it, and never officially became a Marine. It was unofficial with the Corps looking the other way because of his father.
