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Description
from his mohawk black hair and mean brown eyes, to his beat up sneakers, this is one tough looking guy. he is muscular but not ripped, agile and ambidextrous. he wears t-shirts with torn off sleeves, and dark jeans. You'll usually see him with some new bruise or gash and a joint between his lips.
Personality
mean, but, as do most, he has a good side. His freedom is his most cherrished aspect, he does what he wants, when he wants. He is prone to war flashbacks that send him into berzerk violent sprees. His humor is dry when he is angry, but that is rare. always trys to find the good in the situation while also finding the mischief.
Equipment
a katana and a bokken. he is extremely skilled and cruel with these. carries a sawed off shotgun, just in case. from his travels about the multiverse he has aslo picked up a good ol' fashioned laz gun. As he used to be in a special military training program for hand-to-hand combat, he is extremely skilled in judo, wrestling, Krav M'ga, and kickboxing (he isnt afraid to fight dirty either). He is a well known Traceur and can implement ninja-like parkour skills into combat.
History
Born as Anton Vegener in near Moscow, his upbringing until age 5 was good enough: his family was rich and wealthy. at that age he snuck on a ship heading for New York. Once there he earned a rep as a tough badass, and got the nickname Scotto. After being drafted onto the Asian Front in WWIII, he suffers from periodic flashbacks. After his time in the war, he returned to new york where he became an underground Traceur.
Scotto walks into the bar cooly, one hand on each of his sword sheathes.
Scotto spits on the floor and walks over to the bar. without checking to see if there was a bartender, he jumps over and starts rifling through the bottles.
Scotto finds himself a bottle of beer and jumps back over the counter. he sits in a stool and uncaps the bottle with his fingers. he starts to sip at his beverage
Scotto spits onto the ground again
Scotto without turning to Daemon he held out his middle finger
Scotto spits on Daemon as a final sign of rebelion.
Scotto continues to sip at his beer
Scotto chugs the remaining beer and tosses the bottle randomly
Scotto laughs as the bottle almost hits Hunter
Scotto stares at Motoko, "you should go fuck yourself, it's pretty fun!" he laughed at his own crude humor
Scotto pulls out both swords and stands up out of his chair.
Scotto turns to Samantha, "what do you plan to do with that thing?" he smiled a crooked smile
Scotto twists his swords around and sheathes them all in one swift movement. "the names Scotto." he smiled
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Scotto walks into the bar with a cig in his mouth. he gos over to the bar and put out his cig on th counter. smiling a harsh and crooked smile, he sits down at a stool.
Scotto starts laughing at the all the commotion. he loved action, death, and violence as much as a girl likes flowers and chocolates.
Scotto sits as if nothing has happened and continues to watch, laughing and chuckling.
Scotto casts a quick glance to the paladin/warrior/ninja that had walked in, and turns his gaze back to the fight
Scotto turns to Kirill418, "yeah there's a fuckin' fight, and it ain't yours. just sit back and watch, that's what i'm doin'"