Travis Cole Nobles
{N I C K N A M E (S)}
Trav, and Merc
{A G E}
22
{G E N D E R}
Male
{S E X U A L I T Y}
Heterosexual
"Let's get this straight. I don't care about your little crusade. I don't get paid enough to care."
5'10
{W E I G H T}
178
{H A I R C O L O R}
Black
{A P P E A R A N C E}
Travis generally wears a black tee shirt under a unbuttoned flannel shirt with a light brown jacket over it. He wears a pair of blue jeans, black work boots, and black fingerless gloves. He also wears a silver chain with a gold wedding ring around his neck as a necklace.
"Shit happens. How you deal with it is what matters."
Travis is a cocky, arrogant, greedy, egotistical, and sarcastic young man. This is mostly just a cover though, because deep down he is a genuinely kind and caring guy. He just doesn't let that side show because it's more fun to play the bastard. But he does care about those he actually trusts.
Travis is a freelancer, a solider of fortune. Whether it's bounty hunting, theft, or merc work he'll do about anything for the right amount of money. This makes him looked down upon by most of the Rebels, but he couldn't care less if they approved of his methods or not.
He can be greedy at times, so he tries his best to squeeze every last cent of his client's money. He's pretty sarcastic and has a bit of a dry wit to him. He loves flirting with women, it's one of his favorite pastimes.
He's pretty cocky and bit of a show off. When fighting he can get a little cavalry at times.
"They say the grass is greener on the other side. That's because it's fertilized with bullshit."
Hand to Hand Combat|| Travis is a highly skilled combatant. He's well versed in Krav Maga, and several different sword fighting techniques. He has been helping to train the Rebels in these skills.
Marksmanship|| Travis is a excellent marksman with just about any kind of weapon. Be it a bow, a gun, or even a throwing knife.
Free Running|| Due to his slim, athletic physic he is naturally fast and agile. With that he has a natural aptitude for free running.
Tracking|| He can easily track just about anything. Be man or animal.
{F L A W S}
Foresight|| He rarely thinks of the consequences of his actions.
Greed|| He can get a bit greedy at times.
Pretty Face|| He can be easily distracted by a beautiful woman.
Working With Others|| He generally tries to do things alone. Even when he's working with others.
{W E A P O N S}
Revolver|| A stainless steel Taurus Model 66
Pistol|| A black Colt Mustang Plus II
Assault Rifle|| A Galil MAR
Compound Bow|| A camouflage colored hunting bow. It's his primary weapon.
Knife|| A steel bowie knife with a wooden handle
Sword|| A cutlass sword with a knuckle duster handle
"Money makes the world go round. Or whatever counts as money in this third world cesspool."
Travis was born and raised in Chicago Illinois. His mother was a nurse and his father a mechanic. He had a fairly normal childhood growing up, nothing really note worthy. He was about 11 when the Blackout hit. At first he and his parents stayed put, thinking that the problem would be fixed soon, they were so wrong.
One night a few weeks after the Blackout when panic was still running wild a man broke into their house. His father tried to fight him off but the intruder killed him. He was about to kill the rest of them but Travis took his father's gun and shot the man. That was his first kill. After that him and his mother got out of Chicago.
His mother was from Texas and still had family their, so they fled to Texas. The journey to Texas was a long and hard one. His mother didn't make it, she died of ammonia. Some how against all odds he still made it to Texas on his own, and showed up on his grandparent's doorstep. He's never talked about what he went through between that time, and probably never will.
He stayed with his grandparents for about three more years, when they died of some kind of flu. With nothing else to do, Travis bummed around a bit. He eventually found a job as a prize fighter, despite his young age. There he was taught Krav Maga by a former marine-turned-fighter. He became really good, and soon rose up to be one of the top fighters.
Two years later he was offered another job, as a bounty hunter. Some old, crusty man needed a partner and though Travis would make the perfect one. So he learned the tools of the trade, how to track, how to shoot, that sort of thing. This job lasted about three years, when they came across a huge bounty on a war criminal for the Georgia Federation.
They eventually found the guy in question. On there way back to Atlanta, his partner's greed got the better of him. Travis' partner tried to kill him, but Travis killed him. After that Travis collected the bounty and started traveling around the remains of the US. He became more then a bounty hunter, he became a freelancer, just a all around gun for hire.
One day he was offered a job by Samuel Conway; help his Rebels fight the Monroe Militia. While at first he just brushed off the job, but soon after a few unsavory people that he owed some money too tried to take it out of his hide. Sam came in and rescued him. So Travis begrudgingly agreed.
"I don't think the world's changed at all. We're all still the same bastards."
{F C}
Drew Roy
{C O L O R}
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