Name: Michael Brooklyn Morgan
Alias: Red Alert
He was once a man who knew happiness, that everything was fine when he was with the love of his life. He always believed that justice would prevail, thus his profession as a soldier who wields magic that is believed to make a difference in this age of magic. It was until the day of the incident which changed everything about him. A group of heretics of his order had unleashed chaotic magics annihilated the entire order, save for himself and a few handful of survivors.
The chaotic magics have also warped him from the inside. It has exposed his mind to some level of paranoia that renders him distrusting to any strangers. Not only that, it also corrupted his mind and made him forget the majority of his life. This combined with his mistrust for strangers has rendered him mostly uncooperative when grouped with mages he doesn’t know.
As he is paranoid, he has become obsessed with data and comparing two datas to each other to find discrepancies. He doesn’t show his paranoia as he is calm. Though he hates lies, he wouldn’t mind if it doesn’t have much impact on their relations, that is, if he ever had one.
As for how he fares as of late, though he mistrusts strangers, he requires work to get by. He would accept any kind of work, though he only accepts work where he could make the most difference. Finding a criminal organization, gathering intel, assassinating a mastermind, those are just some of his fortes. He is as cold as he is calculating, observing his prey from afar to ascertain his actions that it would merely take one shot to take them down. He doesn’t want to spend as much time fighting as in some scenarios, he would not have any resources to fight a mob single handedly.
His current profession and his tragic past has rendered him emotionless in some areas. The most emotions he displays would be frustration and anger out of failure to successfully complete his objectives. He has forgotten what it felt like to feel happiness and sadness, let alone remorse. His lack of empathy makes him seem merciless, which is true when facing him as an enemy. The corrupt magics may have corrupted him to take pleasure in torturing his prey, making him sadistic in some way.
As a mercenary for hire, he also has a professional atmosphere around him that makes him seem trustworthy to his clients. He cannot afford to fail, afterall. Still the distrusting person that he is, he makes it a point to record every conversation he had with his client. He may or may not turn against his clients should his given work prove to be for the benefit of the malevolent or when he is not promised the reward he is owed. He doesn’t take kindly to liars and cheats who would betray his trust.
The foul influence of the corrupt magics have also skewered his sense of justice to the extremes. In the name of justice, he would kill. In the name of truth, he would torture his victims until they give the information he is looking for, though secondhand information may not be reliable so he will always keep them alive until he is satisfied.
Weight: 76 lbs
Hair: Pitch black hair with crimson red highlights that goes all the way down to his neck, but rarely shown since he is wearing a helmet
Eyes: Blood Red
Skin Tone: Light
He wears a variety of clothing. His default clothing involves a long coat, a helmet with red visor, a scarf, dark pants, and boots. Their colors resemble that of khaki and/or desert. He also wears what seems to be a sash with compartments, like a provisions compartment or something, which he uses to store stuff. A belt with pockets is buckled around his waist. He adjusts his outfit to something more appropriate to the task and on the environment he will be in.
Tattoo: Located at his right chest, Crimson Colored
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