Name:
Justin Collins goes by Jace
Age:
24
Affiliation:
Assassin
Appearance:
Justin stands at about 6'0" and weighs in at 180 lbs. He's got long, black hair complimented by beautiful dark chocolate brown eyes. He's got a tattoo on his V, just above his groin as well as a belly button piercing.
Personality:
Justin is an incredibly reserved and observant young man. He enjoys being out in nature and absolutely hates it when someone does something in some way to damage it. He's very understanding and merciful when the situation demands it, however he can be very cruel and sadistic if he feels like he's been betrayed.
Favorite Weapons:
Bow and Arrow(crafts his own arrows)
Hidden blade
Weapons Update:
Justin carries a Glock 17 handgun on him but very rarely uses it.
Strengths:
He's highly intelligent
People have called him unwavering in his loyalty, almost like a dog
He could probably sell you the clothes off your back with his silver tongue
There's one final strength that he possesses and that's the power of the mind, though not much is known about this, as he's always been shrouded in mystery
Weaknesses:
He's developed a nasty habit of throwing himself into the path of a blow meant for someone else, which people believe will get him killed one day. Justin suffers from heavy, terrifying nightmares at night, created by his traumatic experience as an experiment within the confines of an Asylum meant to help the mentally disturbed.
Background/Biography:
Twenty-four years ago, on the Fifth of August, Justin was born to a Native American woman and a proud, British father. The first few years of his life were filled with wonder and happiness. Everything soon changed when the Red Cross came knocking on the family's doorstep. Having been mixed up in the war back in London once before, the father urged his wife to take their son and flee. She obeyed, fearing not for her own life but for the life of her four-year-old son.
She fled away from the city and into the country, following the paths of her people until she reached the reserve where she herself had grown up. She pleaded with the others for refuge and refuge they gave her and her son, despite that his blood was mixed. For many years, Justin grew up in the safety of the village, learning the trades of his mother's people while also being educated on his father's. This peace lasted for years, until Justin reached the age of ten years old.
Everything went fine, from his Manhood trials to him receiving the blessing of the chief that declared him as a man and not a boy. Things took a turn for the worst that night when he'd decided to go out on his own. Every Native knew that to go beyond the reserve's borders was setting themselves up for capture, torture and way worse things. But Justin was still just a child and wanted to explore, stepping beyond the borders to see what lay beyond.
At first, things felt normal enough. Safe, even. Justin raced through the trees, unaware of the drop off that fell right into a Templar camp. They were looking for more 'patients' to experiment on for their own sick reasonings. Justin wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. When he placed his foot down, the earth gave way and sent him tumbling down the steep incline straight into the Templar's arms.
They fell on him like wolves fall upon a dead carcass, binding his hands and legs and forcing something fowl smelling over his nose and mouth, forcing him to breathe in whatever chemical they had doused it in. After two deep inhales of the chemical, Justin's vision faded into black. He awoke several days later, finding himself in a white room. Scared and alone, Justin didn't know what to do. They reassured him that they were there to help, having lied to him about the state of his mental health.
They claimed he was insane, which wasn't the case, but he believed them anyway, as a child often does. Every day, they took him from his room and set him up inside many others. Needles of various sizes were stabbed into his skin. Medicines of all kinds released into his blood stream all for a 'good cause' as they called it.
The longer they kept him, the more terrified he became. The more he wanted to fight back. One day he did. It was the sixth of August, sixteen years after his birth. The White Coats had pulled him from his room once again and took him to strange room, darkened by curtains draped across the windows. They strapped him to a chair and began their injections once again. His screams echoed through the halls, stirring the other patients in their cells as well as the other doctors and soldiers that were there.
Somehow, the last serum they had injected into his veins activated something hidden deep within his mind. He stopped moving for a time, having them believe they'd killed him. When they unbuckled his binds for the final needle, a hand was all they could see. It took the needle in place of Justin. They looked at him to find out what was causing this and to their horror, his eyes had completely blacked out. He no longer looked human. His features were twisted into an evil snarl and soon his mouth was moving. "Kill." Was the only thing they heard.
Whatever had taken the needle moved, quick and precise. Justin stood from his seated position and began to walk out, this entity protecting him as he left the facility. Once he'd stepped out into the open air, he turned back to the Asylum and closed his eyes. With his mind, he sought out the boiler room...and exploded the boiler with a single thought. After that, he left. Justin managed to take a job and somehow make a living for himself.
After discovering his power, Justin trained his mind daily, as well as the creature that had come to his rescue that day. It wasn't until his eighteenth birthday that the Assassins took interest in him. They found him destroying another Templar building and confronted him. They told him of the Templars, of how they hid beneath the Cross to appear as friends to those in need when they only really wanted domination of the entire human species.
After hearing about the organization and the Templars' true intent, Justin agreed to join and was sworn into their group as an Assassin, or at least a trainee. It took him from eighteen to the age of twenty-one to fully master not only his mind, but his body as well. Now, at twenty-four years old, Justin seeks vengeance for what had been done to him. He'll stop at nothing until every last Templar is dead and the earth freed.
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