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Seven of Spades
Topic Started: Jun 1 2010, 11:37 AM (187 Views)
Seven of Spades
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Basic Information
True Name: Kane Dyrallio
Other Names: Black Death, Spade-face, Seven
Age: 37 (Looks much older)
Gender: Male
Birthday: October 31st
Sexuality: Asexual
Nationality: Scottish American
Languages: English, Mandarin Chinese
Occupation: Seven of Spades (Hitman)

Appearance
Height: 6'5" (196cm)
Weight: 91kg (200lbs, 14st-4lbs)
Hair Colour: Bald (Black)
Eye Colour: Black
Preferred Clothing: Black Suit
Identifiable Features: Spade across his forehead

Additional
Specialist Weaponry: Silenced Colt 1911 Posted Image
Silenced Cheytac Intervention .408 Posted Image
Brutality: Usually assassinates the target with a sharp, silent death. Though their heads explode.
Martial Arts training: "Hong Jia Quan (洪家拳)" (Literally: Immense Fist of the Hong Family) Wiki article explanation

Social Relationships
Mother: Elise Dyrallio (nee MacTavish), 62, worked as a waitress in Scotland. Aware of son's occupation, wishes he wouldn't be so reckless and prays he lives through the next day every night.
Father: Marcus Dyrallio, Retired Californian Cop, 64, went to Scotland for a holiday and fell in love. Has suspicions of son's activities, but doesn't question the mysterious monthly paycheck addressed from "Seven of Spades"
Siblings: Jennifer (Jenny) Dyrallio, 24, works as a computer consultant at PC World. Loves her big brother very much. Is aware of occupation.
Children: N/A
Friends: Hardly any
Enemies: Probably half of Roulette by now
Spouses: None

History

Even as a child, Seven always did the right thing. When he started school, he often got into trouble for fighting other pupils. What he never told them was that he only punched the bullies, who taunted and baited the other children. Even though they had done wrong, Seven refrained from informing the teachers, wanting no one to get into trouble except himself, sacrificing his image in the eyes of the teacher for the joy he got for doing the right thing. Though his parents always asked him where his bruises came from, he would only reply, "I did the right thing." One day his mother had had enough and spied on him while he was at break. Seeing her son take on bullies 5 to 1 simultaneously broke her heart and filled her with pride. From that day forth, whenever he replied as he always did, she would kiss him on the forehead and say "I know you have."

As he grew older, Seven went into high school with marginally above average grades. Though he was considered one of "the bad boys", both by the teachers and the student populace, he never delved into the realm of sex and drugs. His dashing looks and toned physique made him #1 on the "dateable" list of the female students, who often swarmed around him whenever he went anywhere. He ignored the advances of these stalkers, waiting for who he knew would be the one, offending the "hottest" girl in school in the process, who never quite forgave him for that.

One fine summer's day, while revising for the finals, Seven met a kindly redhead called Seraphim studying furiously in the library. Though initially dismissive, he couldn't help but be attracted to her fair looks and her gentle smile. He began following her around and when she confronted him about it, he finally worked up the nerve to ask her out. She graciously accepted, and for the next few months of his life, Seven was in heaven, learning just what a wonderful woman she was.

It was all to end one cold December night. As they were returning home from a movie, smiling, joking and kissing, they were confronted with a drunkard, who came up to them asking for money. Infuriated by Seven's gentle denial, he turned to Seraphim, yanking at her bag. When she held her bag protectively against her chest, the drunkard pulled a knife out of his pocket and lunged at her, stabbing her through the chest. Seven tried to take him down but got several stabs to the stomach for his troubles. As he clasped his furiously bleeding wound, he crawled next to Sera, grasping her rapidly cooling hands in his. Her last words broke the dam that had built up behind his soul, shattering his heart into a thousand pieces. Afterwards, Seven became reclusive, a shell of his former self, lashing out in a violent rage at any and everyone who dared confront him.

Seven dropped out of school, vowing never to allow something like that to happen to anyone else. He joined the police force under his father's tutelage, training long and hard to become an officer. Seven became known as the "Messiah of Law (click me)" to his fellow officers, comparing him with a character from a popular RTS game. They all appreciated his relentless assault on crime but never quite understood why cases of drunken stupidity caused him to become more violent than usual, often unnecessarily harsh in his arrests, slamming the suspect into car hoods and onto concrete pavements.

After a few years, Seven was assigned to a case where he had to track down one of the leaders of the most powerful gang in California, the "Raiders". Sadly, it was a set-up by his superiors, who had been bribed by the Raiders to get rid of him. Seven was ambushed, beat up and left for dead in the middle of the Mohave Desert. After waking up with nothing but the shredded clothes on his back, he wandered through the dust and sand for days on end, barely surviving by scrounging water from dying cacti and devouring live lizards.

After several days, he simply collapsed from exhaustion and thirst. He was saved by a wizened Chinese hermit, who had been living in the desert for several decades and happened to be on a supply run. Though he had the option to return to the city after being nursed back to health by the hermit (who's name Seven always had problems pronouncing), Seven decided to stay with the hermit, learning from his tutor's mastery of bushcraft and martial arts. Several months later, Seven's tutor passed away peacefully in his sleep, predicting his death 2 eves before. He gave all his earthly possessions to Seven, his "last and best" student, kept inside a large wooden chest. Inside was a note from his tutor, a rifle and a box full of ammunition. Seven honoured the memory of his master through a ceremony conducted through a mirage.

Seven remained in the desert for the rest of the year, furthering his skills in bushcraft and his accuracy with a rifle, practising his kung fu for several hours every night. As the days progressed, Seven became more and more self sufficient. He was able to shoot a bird through the head from just under a kilometer away (with that old, rusty rifle) and his strength and stamina had improved greatly, thanks to his nightly kung fu. Though he was happy living as a hermit, his thoughts eventually wandered back to his family. Did they think he was dead? Did they miss him? How was his little baby sister? Such thoughts plagued him at night, until he could bear it no more. He waited until Christmas, when he knew his family would be dining at the same restaurant they had gone to for the past decade. Though they were joyously reunited at first, Seven found it hard to become accustomed to city life again. An office job just didn't appeal to him any more.

Seven slaved away at his desk job, becoming more disillusioned with life each day. He eventually learned of the City of Roulette through a news boardcast. Learning of a place with so many criminals made his blood boil and with nary a word to his parents, he left for Roulette, setting up shop in a decaying apartment block. He sent out adverts for hits, taking all jobs and performing them swiftly and efficiently. The criminals learned to fear him. The denizens learned to praise him. But Seven was content doing his jobs, neither wanting to do more nor less.

Though he was often a victim of attempted assassinations himself, Seven always managed to survive the encounters, leaving a trail of broken skulls behind him. He came across his trademark pistol after one such encounter, studying the sleek metal finish of the slide and surreptitiously pocketing it. Seven upgraded it with his payments, caring for the pistol as if it were alive. A silencer and various other modifications were added in due time until the most recent model.

Seven was eventually approached by Spade to become their Seven. At first denying the offer, he acknowledged the offer after realising the protection it would afford him. Spade never once regretted the offer, watching Seven take down his targets time after time after time, without remorse, as in his heart, Seven knew: He was doing the right thing.
Edited by Seven of Spades, Jun 1 2010, 02:13 PM.
The Messiah prays for your soul, for if he does not, who shall?
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