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Grenville T McRalph

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by XavierDantius32

Description

Name: Grenville Thomas McRalph
Nicknames: Gren
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Louisiana
Height: 6'5
Weight: 170lbs

Extended Information
Appearance: Hailing from the swamps of darkest Louisiana, Grenville bears all the hallmarks of a grizzled hunter and veteran, with sunburnt, leathery skin, pockmarked with scars from childhood acne, and encounters with enumerable beasts. His face is broad and chiselled, with a crooked nose and a square jaw. Like any hunter, Grenville's eyes are keen as knife-blades, set deep in his face, shadowed by hooded brows. He keeps his hair cut close to his scalp, giving him a slightly professional look. For a man of his years, Grenville is in remarkable shape, with a well developed musculature clinging to his stocky frame, however, a large amount of time spent in the company of alcohol is beginning to take its toll, pushing the Bounty Hunter's gut out.

Much like the tribesmen of primordial earth, Grenville adorns his person with trophies taken from kills and the field of battle. The majority of these hang around his neck, on chains or cord. The largest, and most prominent is a pair of lion teeth, which hang on a sliver chain around his thick neck. Typically, Grenville tends to dress practically, sticking to combat trousers, tucked into a pair of tall leather boots. His torso is normally covered with a close fitting shirt, with a battered and faded leather jacket over this.

Personality

You don't go through war and conflict without being changed, for better or worse. Grenville's front-line expierience completely reversed his previous outlook. He is no glory hound, sniffing at the boots of fame. He has stared death in the face, and spat in his eye. As a veteren of many campaigns, Grenville has a remarkable grasp of simple battle tactics, and how to read an enemy. His hunter's instinct and drive make him a relentless and determined enemy, difficult to shake off once he has a scent. One of the less favourable traits that Grenville carries around is the unwillingness to admit that he is in the wrong, or to take orders from someone he considers unworthy of his respect. Naturally, in the rigid structure of any modern military, this would lead to a variety of dicipline issues. Grenville's background as a hunter means that he is generally wary and suspicious of people, making him an unwilling participant in any group. He also carries a certain amount of paranoia from spending so long in isolation. In regard to close relationships, Grenville doesn't form them. Years spent dispatching child soldiers in Africa have hardened his heart against sympathy. If you get in his way, be you man, woman or child, he'll put you down like a dog. At some point in his life, he may have had the capacity to love and care, but now he just doesn't. Its what makes him such a good killer. A target is just a target to him. No remorse. No regrets.

Equipment

Weapons: For his primary weapon, Grenville carries an M4 carbine. The rugged weapon performs well in most environments, and has seen him through many sticky situations. The versatility of the weapon is what impressed Grenville the most, as the addition of a pictaninny rail system allows him to mount a large variety of attachments. Mostly, he uses the weapon with a flash/sound suppressor, a 4x ACOG sight and a 40mm grenade launcher.

Grenville's backup weapon has been with him since he enlisted at 19. The M1911 Colt .45 has been in service with the U.S army since 1911, and remains a practical rugged design. Grenville's has seen every battle, and has been repaired enumerable times.

Strapped to his thigh is the broad leather sheath for his broad-bladed combat knife, which is almost as battered and knocked around as he is.

Armour: Under his jacket, Grenville carries a simple bulletproof vest, consisting of a kevlar vest, with a pouch for a large ceramic plate, affording basic protection against small arms and melee weapons.

History

Biography:
Life has always been hard on the edges of society, and this was true for the McRalphs. Living in a decrepit, hand built log cabin in the centre of the Louisiana swamps, the family of four survived as trappers, scratching a living off the skins from aligators and other animals. His father was a violent alcoholic, living on the edge of the law, often summoned to the county court for violent threats against trespassers on his property. His mother was a sorrowful introvert, who spent more time contemplating her navel than caring for her three children. Grenville recieved a brutal upbringing at the hands of his two elder brothers, who gace him a taste for violence, and the skills needed to hunt among the swamps.

School was never something Grenville found interesting. For the most part, he never attended, prefering to spend his time stalking prey across the wasteland. When court orders and angry officials pressganged him into the classroom, he was disruptive and violent. At the ripe old age of seventeen, he was expelled from High School, for the crime of dealing cannabis on school premesis. This also earned him a police caution and a custodial sentence.

Once he was done with this breif hiccup, he left the dank, festering swamps of Louisiana, for the bright lights of Miami. He spent much of his time scratching a living on the street, picking pockets and mugging unfortunate tourists. Through this informal occupation, he fell in with a gang of street punks, who took Grenville under their wing, and nutured him into one of their own. As gang-crime quickly spread across the city, the punks were assimilated into working for the mafia. Grenville sped through the ranks, through his love for violence and brutality, which earned him the respect of the higher-ups in the organisation. Unfortunatly, his first big job was to be his last. On the morning of February 17th, Grenville was handed a pump-action shotgun and several large bags, and was told to take five men and rob a high-street bank.

It had been a set-up. As he stormed the bank, guns-blazing, thirty armed policemen sprung from the vault. After a breif firefight, Grenville was in police custody. In normal circumstances, he would have been executed, his short but bloody existance ended. However, the rise of rebel tribes in Africa had threatened US assets in the continent, provoking the need for cannon fodder on the ground.

Grenville was offered a choice. Join the army, or face death in the chair. Naturally, he joined up, and was hastily shipped out to defend a diamond mine in the Congo. The fighting raged on for four long years of brutal close-quater fighting. Gone were the days of picking off your enemy from afar. The oppressive jungle gave the rebels cover. Ambushes were frequent. More often than not, the fighting dissolved into brutal melees of machete and pistols. The war hardened Grenville, turning him into a ruthless, stealthy killer.

Eventually, the mine was secured, and the war-weary troops were shipped back to the states. As they waited for a new deployment, Grenville quietly slipped away, altering the records, as if he had perished in the Congo. Now scrubbed from most records, he headed out to California, plying his trade as a bodyguard.

In the two decades that link the past and present, Grenville took on a myriad of roles ranging from a mercenary to corrupt african dictators, to a deniable operator for MI6. Through this work, he once again gained the attention of American law enforcement, earning a place on the FBI's Most Wanted list. As Marxas began to expand, the need for men in their private army grew, and thus, Grenville was discretely approached, and offered amnesty and protection, in exchange for his unique skills.

So begins...

Grenville T McRalph's Story

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Grenville T McRalph throws the scotch bottle across the room, drawing his .22. "Darling shall nost speak to yee. Yee are unworthy." He fired wildely, the alcohol in his system affecting his aim considerably

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Grenville T McRalph staggers drunkenly to his feet grabbing his shotgun. Despite his drunkenness he deftly loads a pair of normal shells and fires at Kruxis

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 dodges the kick suprisingly and jams his shotgun under Kruxis's chin, firing a pair of dragon's breath directly at his head. "Darling Speaks, and yee shall listen"

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Grenville T McRalph dropped to the floor by tripping over his own feet, watching the blades sail over his head, reloading his shotgun, while babbling to himself

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Grenville T McRalph reloaded in tim, pulling both triggers, sending a pair of hi-ex frag-12's at Kruxis one handed while drawing his machete with the other

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 frops the shotgun, then springs onto Kruxis's back. He latches in like a limpet, machete flailing wilidly. "Yee are damned. Feel the cold touch of damnation sinner."

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 lands in a heap behind the bar, unconcious.

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 Slams his foot into the door, slamming it open. Light from the street behind him as he strides through the door, shotgun cradled in his meaty fists. "When Darling speaks all yee shall listen lest yee all be confined to the depths of hell!" He bellowed, his loud southern voice filling the room like a great wind. Grenville's jacket flapped in the outside breeze as he stepped in, his face thrown into shadow by the dark stetson on his head

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Grenville T McRalph 's ice cold eyes settle on the flamboyant figure of Silver Hawk. His meaty fists tighten on the shotgun, thumbing back the hammers on the weapon.

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Grenville T McRalph "Not unless you give me a reason." Grenville replied, His voice cutting across the room like a knife.

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Grenville T McRalph "Maybe pulling that fancy ray-gun of yours or acting out of had towards an old soldier who wants a drink." Grenville retorted, shotgun still raised.

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 "I got no beef with you either, but make a move like that and i'll turn thet purty face of yours to jerky." Grenville lowered the shotgun, letting the barrels touch the floor. "Truce?" He asked.

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 "Well thats just dandy!" Grenville chuckled slinging his shotgun over his right shoulder. "Now what does a man have to do to get a drink round here?" He asked rhetorically

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 collapses on a bar stool, slamming some bills down on the counter. "I'll take a bottle of your finest scotch, and my fine friend here can have whatever he wants." He yammered.

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 props his shotgun on the bar, and pulls a small cleaning kit from his jacket. With the scotch in one hand he bagan to clean the caked grime from inside the barrels

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 sudden;y gets up and pulls a roll of yellowing parchment from his 'gator skin jacket and strides over to the nearest wall. He bent down and pulled a rusty nail from his left boot. Straitening up he unrolled the cracked parchement and placed it agaisnt the wall. He deftly pulled a knife and used the hilt to hammer the nail in, pinning the notice to the wall. It read in thick bold lettering
Calling All Soldiers of Fortune. Join The Mavericks, a fresh company of mercenaries ready to fight for the highest bidder. Apply with Captain McRalph

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 turned and grabbed a bench hauling it over so it was under the notice. Adding a stool he sat under his sign, ready for his new members

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 "Alright then, who wants to make their fortune in far off lands? Who wants to fight and plunder?" He cried across the bar. "Join the Mavericks. A new band of brothers, ready to leave at any moment to make their fortunes."

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 Looks up at the 7ft giant in ruby red armour standing in front of him. "What about you? you look like you could have a future with the Mavericks" He drawled

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 "We offer the opertunity to see the world. Expierence combat on a variety of fronts. Testing our skills to the limit."

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 "Yes, the mavericks do not discriminate. You just need to be willing to fight

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 "Impressed. Thats Impressive." Grenville replied.

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 tries not to look intimidated by this giant. "Look Metal-Head, do you want to join or not?" He asks tersly

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 snatches a piece of papaer from the bar and scribbles Teris's name down. "Make your mark please." he said jovialy

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 continues to scribble on the paper. "Make your mark young lady."

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