Gallows, Donovan

[Donovan Gallows]

Name: Jasten
Age: Twenty
CBox Name: Jasten
RP Experience: Ten Years
Activity Level: Always

Name: - Donovan Mitchell Gallows
Age: - Thirty Six
Birthdate: March 19th
Gender: - Male

Affiliation: The Hellions, The Coalition
Member Group: Cyborg

Appearance:

Standing at a height of six feet two inches, with a lean and muscular build, Donovan possesses a quite intimidating frame. Having spent the majority of his life fighting in the streets, against both man and trasnfigured that even the most seasoned of security officers would hesitate to face, it is no surprise that much of his body is covered with various scars and marks from the knives and bullets of his enemies. His eyes are a rather piercing blue, and are often cited as one of his more memorable features. Dariel’s light brown hair is cut short, in order to avoid the hassle that longer hair creates. He maintains a rough beard, which adds to his grizzled appearance. For clothing, its kept mostly nondescript, casual and comfortable clothing he's able to move in without problems. He'll occasionally graduate to a nicely cut suit when dealing with higher level deals, such as when dealing with Coalition officers or robbing a bank, but that's a rare thing. One thing that is an ever present sight when he's mid-crime is a heavily customized ballistic face mask with a built in HUD. The mask is painted black with electric blue highlights, with the words DANGER ZONE scrawled in blue writing across the forehead. He also has the tendency to wear a Hello My Name Is ____ sticker on his chest, with the words FUCK YOU where the name should be.

Of particular note is his right arm. Where a flesh and blood garden variety limb should be, a mechanical cybernetic arm is in place. It completely replicates the usage of his old limb, with a few extra boosts. His strength is increased three fold, and has compensators that allow him to use it to its full potential without risking ripping it entirely off his body. It extends to past his shoulder and partially over his chest. In addition, he has a pair of cybernetic lungs... the direct result of smoking way too fucking much.

Face Claim: Nikolaj Coster-Waldau

Likes / Dislikes:

May be in paragraph form or list form.

Strengths and Weaknesses:

+ Damn Good Smooth Talker- If Donovan can do one thing, its talk his way through a situation. He's been doing this whole conning men thing for years now, and he's got it down to a near science. Though his previous leader was a lot less understanding of his need to talk over shoot, his current one appreciates his subtlety, if not for the intolerable amounts of sarcasm that he laces his words with. Incidentally, his boss, Jessica Kint, is pretty much the only person he hasn't managed to charm, something which has both enticed him and annoyed him to no end. He's made it a mental note to never ever screw with her, because while he could convince the most corrupt of businessman to hand him their wallet with a big smile on his face, he knows for a fact Jess could convince the most pure hearted man to gun him down without a second thought.

+ Excellent Street Fighter - Donovan would say he was born with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, and most people might be inclined to believe him. Never has he come across a man who could withstand his blade, never before has he met a 'hero' who thought he could dodge his bullets. There's always a first time for everything, of course, and Donovan is fairly certain the time is coming where someone steps from the masses to give him hell, but it hasn't happened yet. Live this long as a ganger lieutenant, and you learn how to end lives fast.

+ Stealthy Sonofabitch, Ain't He? - Being wanted dead or alive by half the damn city, its no wonder that Donovan knows how to stay cloaked in shadows. One of the benefits of making your name behind a mask is that many people won't recognize you when its off, and Donovan uses this advantage to its fullest. Able to blend into a crowd near-instantly, Donovan can vanish into thin air in the time it takes to blink. And don't even try to find him if he doesn't want to be found. He's taken his share of Security firm tech, and... well, lets just say one Citadel trooper is still scratching his head, wondering why his chameleon suit didn't get shipped to him like he asked.

- Opininated - Stop talking? Where's the fun in that? Donovan isn't exactly known for keeping his mouth shut. If he has something to say on something, he's going to say it, regardless of the desires of those around him. If you're being a complete moron, he's going to call you out on it. For the most part, this is harmless... but one of these days, he might just say the wrong thing to the wrong man, and with his over confidence already proving to be an issue... well, things might blow up in his face.

- Blood Will Have Blood - Donovan doesn't take too kindly to insults to the honor of himself, his crew, or his boss. While someone talking shit about that which he holds dear will only set him on edge, but not set him off, someone going out of there way to screw him over is going to cause some problems. When confronted with grievous situations such as these, Donovan is liable to go off like a nuclear bomb, and damn the consequences, he'll get his revenge.

- He's a Wanted Man - Donovan is a ganger, and an infamous one at that. He's been around the block once or twice, and came away with a huge boat load of enemies for it. Since the Hellions joined the Coalition, he's had the majority of his rap sheet hand waved away by the authorities in exchange for his service, but the Coalition isn't the only group of security companies out there who want him gone... and that's not even talking about the gangs that want him dead. Jessica, through her alias as Soze, is an untouchable ghost to the enemies of the Hellions, but Donovan isn't. He's a real, flesh and blood enemy, and they know he can bleed. The amount of bounty hunters he's been forced to either pay off or put in the dirt would strain the mind.

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History:

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