Name: Adin Martin
Age: 27
Affiliation: Free Agent
Appearance:
Adin is taller than most with a light but strong wiry build that gives little hint of his strength or climbing skills. He has a sharp eagle like face with a long nose that made his life at school hell. With sandy blond hair often cut to a practically short length and intelligent blue eyes that are rarely seen behind a pair of heavily tinted aviators. He is often seen with grey trackies that hides his left leg and a baggy black hoodless jacket that hides so much more.
Personality:
A man of few words, he will often meld into the background and be standing there listening to a conversation ages before people notice he has joined. Calm and collected he is always analytical and critical, the gears in his brain always turning. This does not make him slow, anything but he is able to make these split second decisions concisely and correctly. He is a very self sufficient person preferring not to rely on others.
Favorite Weapons:
SRE Anubis Tomahawk (always concealed in left side of jacket)
F88 (in his Truck underneath the passenger seat)
The myriad of throwing knives concealed on his person
Strengths:
Calm cool collected nothing can shake him up
Excellent at throwing things accurately can hit almost anything with his tomahawk and knives
Still and silent
Well practiced at making IED’s
Weaknesses:
When in hand to hand combat and has lost his weapons he struggles as he doesn’t have the weight behind his punches or the body mass to take em
Less than trusting of others and at times too independent so much so where he will sometimes refuse help when he probably needs it
Will have revenge
Background/Biography:
Growing up in country Australia one had to be tough. As a kid Adin spent his days exploring the woods and competing with others kids in knife and axe throwing tournaments. He was ok in school (a nearly 2 hour drive away) mostly in the c+ b- range just enough to not be bothered by teachers but not high enough to have pressure put on to do better. He was the kid everybody wanted to be, he could hit a flying bird from 50 meters away with his knife and stick his tomahawk into anything he wanted. He had a great life
Or at least he had, at the age of 15 while hunting with a half a dozen of his best friends he was set upon by a pack of dingos. He started to call out commands to prepare them for defending themselves but when he turned around they were already long gone, leaving Adin on his own surrounded by dingoes. Nobody knows exactly what happened that day but he was found a week later by the creek in a makeshift shelter with a busted up left leg and his tomahawk. It would be 3 years before he fully recovered from that injury and he still today has the scars.
It was from this moment forward that life changed for Adin he started keeping to himself a lot more and he never trusted anyone again. He also started to refine his survival skills, disappearing for weeks at a time and returning without a single word being said to anyone. The people that once worshiped him began to shun him as a weirdo who was not part of their group. The only thing that never changed was his tomahawk, which he has cared for and still uses today
When he was 18 he signed up for the military as a demolitionist and worked for them for the next 6 years of his life. He had a relatively uneventful service besides the humanitarian deployment to East Timor he spent most of his time at the shooting range practicing with the F88 or out in the training area surviving on his own. One thing to note is that by the time he left the military when he was 24, the 6 people who had deserted him on that fateful hunting trip were all dead of suspicious causes.
From here on out he started hiring himself out to whomever might benefit of his services. Suffice to say he was good at his job or he would not still be alive and off police databases. It was here that he began to get involved in the war between Templars and assassins.