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Description

Enock stands at 5'10" tall and weighs 215 pounds. He owes his sturdy and muscular frame to his years of rigorous training and lengthy enlistment in the marines. His hair is short and black, and his eyes are a deep, piercing green, his gaze fierce and penetrating. He has three plainly recognizable tattoos on his body - an intricately detailed viper coiled around his right bicep, a pair of billowing black angel wings on each of his shoulder blades, and the Japanese characters for "war" and "peace" on his left calf. His skin is a fair olive tone, with slightly darker shades on his arms, legs, and face. A large, acorn-shaped scar is visible on his back, just above his waistline.

Personality

Enock is a quiet, intimidating, and intense young man. He rarely speaks unless spoken to, and is quick to anger and easily coaxed into violence. Those who know him as an enemy both fear and respect his deadly techniques, and those rare enough to be called his friends understand the fierce and determined soul beneath the ravaged exterior. He has become apathetic to violence and death, and love is a thing most foreign.

Equipment

Enock wears the dog tags of his seven fallen men around his neck – Frayne, Hayden, Holt, Nigel, Avery, Timothy, and Jacob. He carries a set of three steel throwing knives that he keeps sheathed in hidden locations on his body – one under his right forearm, one wrapped securely around his left ankle, and one strapped to his waist. He carries dual Smith & Weston 1911 pistols concealed in holsters on his thighs.

History

Enock was born and raised in the quiet fishing village of Ferntree on the southern shores of England, and his mother and father were humble fishermen who made a living gathering an abundance of plump oysters and other assorted delicious seafood. From a young age, Enock grew increasingly restless with his tiny and dull surroundings, and longed to be part of something bigger and grander, always collecting various artifacts from other parts of the world to help satiate his cravings. His collection included everything from pieces of broken jewelry and shattered pottery, to a myriad collection of knives, one of his guilty pleasures. After graduating from high school, he begged his parents to send him to America to further his education. His true intention, of course, was the chance to travel to a place he’d never been, a place that was vast and markedly different from the small backwater village in which he had grown up. Pooling a vast majority of the funds they had earned from their trade, his parents sent him off to school on America’s east coast, wishing him luck and asking for nothing in return but an occasional card, and perhaps a care package or two.

After spending two years studying at a community college in New York, Enock attended, at the urging of his new group of friends, a recruiting event presented by the United States Marine Corps. Inspired by the strength, valor, and discipline of the men in the United States military, Enock enthusiastically enlisted with every intention to better himself as a man, and use the experience as an opportunity to expand his horizons. With naturally high physical strength and durability from working his parents’ trade, he excelled in his training and quickly earned the respect and admiration of both his commanders and his peers. In less than two years, he was promoted to the rank of corporal. In his third year, he and several of his closest comrades were deployed to the Middle East to assist in settling an extended conflict.

On one fated afternoon, Enock engaged in a heated firefight with the enemy, his loyal men defending him bravely at his side, and he easily floored the opposition with his deadly skill using the weapons he had grown to be known for – throwing knives. However, luck was not on his side that day – the opposition opened fire from a concealed mortar installment, the explosive rounds violently decimating his unit. His men lay scattered about him, broken, torn, and bleeding, and a deep gash had been ripped on Enock’s back, a gash that spewed forth copious amount of blood. In an act of sheer strength and bravery, Enock lifted two of his surviving men over his shoulders and hoisted them painstakingly to safety.

The two men he attempted to rescue later died, and the experience changed Enock forever. Gone was the bubbly, cheerful disposition; gone was the desire to explore the world; and – indeed – gone was his sanity. When he returned home to England the year of his honorable discharge, his family barely knew the brooding, silent, intimidating man that had become so easy to anger and disturbingly keen to physical violence. His father and mother began to fear their son, and Enock soon discovered he did not have a place to call home any longer. He returned to America during the winter, and has remained there ever since, making a living as an infamous killer-for-hire, using the deadly skills and trained he learned in his time in the Marines to remain undetected and nigh unstoppable.

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