āItās just business. Nothing more. Nothing less.ā
Basic Info
Full Name
Lukas Regon Hahnel
Nickname
Luke. Han. Rego. āI dare you to call me that.ā
Agent 222 Codename; "Whiplash"
Age
18
Personality:
āIn wordsā¦ powerfully kind. Yup, I just put those two words together and made it work. People say that is have aā¦ strong, yet kind, aura. I radiate control and strength, and my stance is always saying, āI dare you to start some shit. I will fuck you up bad.ā But, but, but, I amā¦ kind. I am loyal and nice to my teammates and co-workers.
Plus, I am German. The one thing you donāt do is make a German Man angry. I was born in America, yes, but I speak perfect, fluent German. Do you doubt me? Sie mir zweifeln? Sie dar an mir zweifeln? Ich denke, Sie wissen, was das letzte Mal passiert Menschen zweifelte einen Deutschen. *Huffs out a breath* I think the one thing you should know is the fact that I am 1) Easily Angered and 2) Massively over-protective of those I love.
There is one thing that annoys me so much. And that's my accent. I know, right now I sound like a normal American right? Well, when I get very angry or very stressed, my 'w's turn to 'v's and I pronounce 'stop', 'schtop'. It gets very obnoxious.
Despite what I just told you, Iām still a teenager. I like to āchillā, joke around and just have fun. Oh, and I donāt drink. Never. I hate that God damn stuff. I mean, whatās the point of it?
Nationality/Race:
German/American, Caucasian
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Appearance
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6ā1āā
Weight: 150 pounds
Piercings: None
Tattoos: A Tribal Dragon Tattoo On His Left Shoulder
Scars: A Large Slash Mark Across His Right Hand As Well As A Burn Mark That Starts From Below his Hip and Stretches to his Right Shoulder
Lukas Regon Hahnel
Nickname
Luke. Han. Rego. āI dare you to call me that.ā
Agent 222 Codename; "Whiplash"
Age
18
Personality:
āIn wordsā¦ powerfully kind. Yup, I just put those two words together and made it work. People say that is have aā¦ strong, yet kind, aura. I radiate control and strength, and my stance is always saying, āI dare you to start some shit. I will fuck you up bad.ā But, but, but, I amā¦ kind. I am loyal and nice to my teammates and co-workers.
Plus, I am German. The one thing you donāt do is make a German Man angry. I was born in America, yes, but I speak perfect, fluent German. Do you doubt me? Sie mir zweifeln? Sie dar an mir zweifeln? Ich denke, Sie wissen, was das letzte Mal passiert Menschen zweifelte einen Deutschen. *Huffs out a breath* I think the one thing you should know is the fact that I am 1) Easily Angered and 2) Massively over-protective of those I love.
There is one thing that annoys me so much. And that's my accent. I know, right now I sound like a normal American right? Well, when I get very angry or very stressed, my 'w's turn to 'v's and I pronounce 'stop', 'schtop'. It gets very obnoxious.
Despite what I just told you, Iām still a teenager. I like to āchillā, joke around and just have fun. Oh, and I donāt drink. Never. I hate that God damn stuff. I mean, whatās the point of it?
Nationality/Race:
German/American, Caucasian
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Appearance
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6ā1āā
Weight: 150 pounds
Piercings: None
Tattoos: A Tribal Dragon Tattoo On His Left Shoulder
Scars: A Large Slash Mark Across His Right Hand As Well As A Burn Mark That Starts From Below his Hip and Stretches to his Right Shoulder
Likes
+Swimming+
+Running+
+Rock and Rapping Music+
+Girls+
+Spicy Food+
+Bike and Skateboard Riding+
+Whips+
Dislikes
-Unnecessary Killing-
-Talkative People-
-Doctors and Needles-
-Sickness-
-Crappy Pop Music-
Hobbies
*Swimming*
*Skateboarding and Bike Riding*
*Listening to Rock Music*
*Playing Guitar*
*Practicing His Martial Arts*
Fears
=Doctors and Needles=
āThe smell of cleaning alcohol make me feel sick.ā
=Fire and Death=
+Swimming+
+Running+
+Rock and Rapping Music+
+Girls+
+Spicy Food+
+Bike and Skateboard Riding+
+Whips+
Dislikes
-Unnecessary Killing-
-Talkative People-
-Doctors and Needles-
-Sickness-
-Crappy Pop Music-
Hobbies
*Swimming*
*Skateboarding and Bike Riding*
*Listening to Rock Music*
*Playing Guitar*
*Practicing His Martial Arts*
Fears
=Doctors and Needles=
āThe smell of cleaning alcohol make me feel sick.ā
=Fire and Death=
Specialty
āSpecialties? Thatās a bit of a vague question, donāt you think? Well, Iāll answer you anyway.
Well, one thing is my strength. I have the upper body strength of a bull. Ha. Just kidding. That was an exaggeration.I can bench about... I don't know... 175? Somewhere around there. I know that I got 200 once...
But my stamina is rather high. I work out every morning. Pull ups, push-ups, sit ups, a good breakfast. I then lift and jog for about two and half hours, I do that every day. Every day. Iām a quick runner as well.
Myā¦ specialty weapon? Thatās an easy one. My whip. I know, I know. But, seriously, think about it. If a man came at you with a twenty foot long piece of leather that when he cracked it it felt like your ear drums were popping, would you be scared? Wow. Long sentence. I never go anywhere with my whip. My whip is my prized possession. I can use it better than Indiana Jones can. Ya, Iām that good.
Other than my whip, I know how to use throwing knives pretty well. Iām also good with spears. But this is the modern age, so, you know, most people donāt consider that very impressive. I know multiple forms of martial arts, karate, kick boxing, taekwondo, stuff like that. I can fight with swords and knives in close quarters too.
My aim with gunsā¦ not that good. That doesnāt mean I donāt know how the shoot. For some reason, I know how to reload a gun very quickly, but my aim sucks. Ironic, huh?
History
āI was born in Miami, Florida. It was a healthy birth, everything went well. I was a healthy baby. My mother was a small, frail, German woman, and my father a successful American politician. His words were like silk, everyone loved him. He was a kind, caring father and my mother was a sweet person. It seemed I would have a perfect life. We were rich, loved by so many. But that doesnāt mean we were loved by all. Iāll get to that later.
Ok, so, we were rich and stuff, but we were also targeted by many different organizations. We had body guards practically everywhere we went. I was actually abducted once, and then I was going to get sold for ransom. But I was rescued without my parents needing to pay a penny. I remember the fea. When those people in dark clothes told me, āEverything is going to be alrightā I never felt more relieved. After that scare, my dad told me it was time to learn how to defend myself. So I started working out. I got a private self-defense teacher. I had a black belt in karate when I turned twelve.
It happened when I was 14. The fire was massive. Flames were everywhere. It was so hot I thought I was going to melt. I didnāt know what to do. I panicked. I threw myself against the window and smashed through, crashing to the ground. Did I mention that my room was on the second floor? I woke up in a hospital. I had broken my arm and was cut up and bruised everywhere. Then I asked, āWhere are my parents?ā I didnāt even have to ask. I knew they were dead. And I was right.
It didnāt take them too long to find out the fire was on purpose. There were containers of propane and ignition fuels and stuff in the backyard.
I had to find them. I had to find them. Those people are the devilās reincarnations and I was ready to kill. Iāve been searching for years, but every lead I found was just another dead end. My persistency and mercilessness must have caught the TIAās attention. Iāve killed more people then you have cells in your body, and I was, excuse me, am ready to kill more. I still havenāt found that man. When I do, he will die, slowly, painfully, like my parents did.
āI was born in Miami, Florida. It was a healthy birth, everything went well. I was a healthy baby. My mother was a small, frail, German woman, and my father a successful American politician. His words were like silk, everyone loved him. He was a kind, caring father and my mother was a sweet person. It seemed I would have a perfect life. We were rich, loved by so many. But that doesnāt mean we were loved by all. Iāll get to that later.
Ok, so, we were rich and stuff, but we were also targeted by many different organizations. We had body guards practically everywhere we went. I was actually abducted once, and then I was going to get sold for ransom. But I was rescued without my parents needing to pay a penny. I remember the fea. When those people in dark clothes told me, āEverything is going to be alrightā I never felt more relieved. After that scare, my dad told me it was time to learn how to defend myself. So I started working out. I got a private self-defense teacher. I had a black belt in karate when I turned twelve.
It happened when I was 14. The fire was massive. Flames were everywhere. It was so hot I thought I was going to melt. I didnāt know what to do. I panicked. I threw myself against the window and smashed through, crashing to the ground. Did I mention that my room was on the second floor? I woke up in a hospital. I had broken my arm and was cut up and bruised everywhere. Then I asked, āWhere are my parents?ā I didnāt even have to ask. I knew they were dead. And I was right.
It didnāt take them too long to find out the fire was on purpose. There were containers of propane and ignition fuels and stuff in the backyard.
I had to find them. I had to find them. Those people are the devilās reincarnations and I was ready to kill. Iāve been searching for years, but every lead I found was just another dead end. My persistency and mercilessness must have caught the TIAās attention. Iāve killed more people then you have cells in your body, and I was, excuse me, am ready to kill more. I still havenāt found that man. When I do, he will die, slowly, painfully, like my parents did.