He stands 6 feet tall, with scruffy brown hair and sky blue eyes. He wears a pair of rimless glasses, rectangular lenses, plain black frame. He is not as muscular as a weight-lifter, but being a mercenary, he is quite muscular. He hides his build underneath a long-sleeved white shirt and a pair of blue jeans. A pair of leather fingerless gloves reside on his hands, and he wears a pair of combat boots on his feet. A holster for a handgun resides underneath his arm, and a belt containing a few pouches and sheathes for ammo clips goes around his waist, poking out from underneath his shirt.
Add to this the fact that he also physically looks like a cheetah. Sandy yellow fur covers his entire body, the fur peppered with black spots and markings, characteristic of a cheetah. His face isn't human, more animalistic in nature. He has the muzzle and ears of a cheetah, as well as the markings of one.
On his chest, over where his heart would be, is a tattoo of a cheetah, not unlike this.
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Jim French
Even though he is a mercenary, he is well-read, and seems to have much knowledge on worldly events and other things, like science, literature, and more. There is more to him that it seems, perhaps he is hiding something.
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by DJAtomika
Description
Personality
Jim likes nothing more than having a mug of beer with friends, cracking jokes and whiling away the time with his buddies. He may be smart, but that doesn't mean he sometimes make stupid mistakes. These mistakes often come in the form of his tongue slipping and mis-matching words. Kinda like wanting to say 'Chasing dreams' but saying 'Dasing cheams' instead. That's what makes him funny.
Other times, if you're conversing with him normally, he will sometimes compare the events that have happened recently to things that have happened in history that are similar. He enjoys doing this, as it keeps his mind active and alert, as well as keeping his memory fresh.
Equipment
His equipment includes:
A FN FAMAS assault rifle, chambered with standard NATO 5.56mm rounds in a 30 round magazine.
A SIG-Sauer P226 9mm pistol, 15 round magazine.
An army-issue combat knife.
An extensive history of martial arts practice.
A latent ability (that has yet to be uncovered) that is sometimes activated by the tattoo on his chest. These latent abilities include extreme speed, near-impossible aiming skills and agility that surpasses even the best martial artists and free-runners. The downside of this is that he doesn't even know how to activate these powers, they come on at random times, or sometimes not even when he needs them.
History
He became a mercenary after his military training, after he discovered his family mysteriously murdered by individuals unknown. Taking two guns and a history of cruel treatment by his superiors, he offered his services as a gun-for-hire.
So begins...
Jim French's Story
Jim French takes a tentative step into the bar, before looking around for the bartender. Spotting him, he moves to the bar and sits down at the counter. 'Say, sir. D'you serve good beer here?'
Jim French takes the beer, a bit surprised that it suddenly formed out of thin air. He takes a gulp, before setting the mug gently down on the counter. 'Thanks. Do I need to pay you?'
Jim French looked at the lady next to him, looking very much like a mercenary. He shrugged, before returning to his beer. 'Feh. Canned beer isn't too bad. Being on a 2 month work assignment in the Africa Savannah takes a lot out of ya. I just want a nice cold beer after all that canned crap.'
Jim French pulls a cigarette from where it sat on his ear, and lighted it with a lighter he withdrew from his jeans pocket. He stuffed the lighter back into his pocket and took a long drag on his cigarette, exhaling the smoke at the counter, where it wouldn't bother anyone but himself.
Jim French looked at the lady. 'Well, you're in a gang, so you beat up people for spare change. I'm sorta like that. Heard of mercenaries before?'
Jim French nodded. 'Sorta. Mercs like us, we gather, sometimes, into companies. Together we offer our services to people in distress.' He took another drag of the cigarette in his mouth, blowing the smoke out gently through the small grin on his face. 'Think of mercenaries as soldiers-for-hire. We get hired, we sign a contract, we fight, and at the end of it all, we get paid.' He then turns to another person, who apparently was wishing him peace. 'Um, peace be with you too?'
Jim French chuckled. 'You don't look like the type that needs helpin', missy. I bet you can take care of yourself pretty damn good.'
Jim French turns back to the counter, only to have a head pop up from behind it. He gets startled, jumping back a few centimetres before relaxing again. 'Damnit. This place's very damn weird.'
Jim French held up his mug of beer, still about half full. 'S'okay, missy. I have my own drink already.'
Jim French turned to the lady behind him that said something about someone being French. 'Who, me?' He chuckled, before extending his hand to the youthful lady. 'Name's French. Jim French. Eh, speaking of which,' He turns to look at the lady gang-member. 'What's your name?'
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Tahira, eh? Nah, I don't come from a French family.
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Blame my dad. He gave me his surname.
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God knows why his daddy gave him the surname of French.
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Jim French shrugged his shoulders and sipped from his beer, his cigarette already crushed inside an ash tray. He looked to the frustrated, armour-clad lady. 'Bartender left a while back.'
Jim French shook Donnie's hand, giving her a warm grin and a hearty laugh. 'Some grip you have there, miss.'
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Egypt, eh?
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