"You don't have to rely on other people if you never miss."
The Sniper
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Real Name: Mun-Dee/Mick Mundy
Age: Early 30s
Zodiac: Virgo
Gender: Male
Height: 6’2” (187cm)
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Nationality: Australian / New Zealand
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
“As long as there’s two people left on the planet, someone is gonna want someone dead.”
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Backstory
The Sniper, named Mun-Dee at birth, was the son of Bill-Bel and Lar-Nah in the underwater country of New Zealand. The nation had chosen to sink itself 10 years prior thanks to Mun-Dee’s father, who had convinced everyone that the world was coming to an end.
While New Zealand officials had listened to him and cast the country in a dome beneath the ocean, they later branded Bill-Bel a fool and refused to give him any more funding to prevent the “disaster” that he swore was imminent.
Concerned only for his own safety, Mun-Dee’s father was planning to abandon his wife and child and escape to outer space via a rocket he had constructed. But while arguing with Lar-Nah about who was going to take the rocket, baby Mun-Dee crawled inside when no one was looking and accidentally launched it.
The rocket pierced the underwater dome, flooding the already sunken New Zealand and causing everyone there to drown.
Due to faulty construction, however, the rocket made it nowhere near the stars…and instead, crash-landed relatively nearby in the neighboring country of Australia.
Jonathan and Martha Mundy, a couple living on the outskirts of Adelaide, discovered the rocket and the child within. They kindly decided to adopt him as their own; naming him Mick Mundy.
Not much is known about the Sniper’s upbringing, but he had always felt different from his peers for reasons that would not be made clear until much later in his life.
While most Australians were large, muscular and obsessed with fighting each other, young Mick was thin, lanky and had no interest in roughhousing with the other kids. Instead, he preferred to hide up in trees and throw rocks at them, foreshadowing his future as a skilled sniper.
At some point during his young adulthood, Mick would invest in obtaining his firearms licence, with a particular interest and talent in bolt-action rifles. He would then go on to become a tracker of dangerous game in the unforgiving Australian outback; often spending months by himself at a time.
Eventually, Mick would land himself an occupation as a hired killer, a job that his parents (especially his father) vocally disapproved of. This brings us to the present day, where the Sniper is one of nine mercenaries hired by Mann co. to fight over territory in New Mexico, otherwise known as the “gravel wars”.
In this role, Sniper is a deadly, efficient sharpshooter, easily capable of landing several head-shots in a row. Despite the violent, morbid nature of this work, he doesn’t seem to mind it one bit. If anything, he actively enjoys it.
“I love this job. Sunshine’s free, bullets are cheap, and everybody’s got a head.”
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Personality
Sniper is probably the quietest, most introverted member of his team. Similar to his role in combat, he tends to stay in the background of conversations, commenting very little if at all. He is somewhat of a recluse, choosing to spend much of his time alone. However, he is shown to have good rapport with his fellow mercs, and will not hesitate to step in and try to save them from danger.
While he might seem like a stern, cold-hearted assassin on the outside, Sniper does have a soft spot; particularly for his adoptive parents. He appears to call them on a regular basis and is one of the few mercs to have an active, caring relationship with his parental figures. Sniper even shows a considerable amount of integrity when he’s willing to risk his life for his biological father, despite the man not caring about him at all.
In contrast, Sniper does appear to have something of a sadistic streak, not only taking enjoyment in his type of work, but the death and misfortune of his enemies as highlighted by his ‘domination’ quotes in game.
Overall, Sniper is a man of few words, cares for those close to him, loves his job and believes in adhering to the highest standards of professionalism.
Or at least…what he considers those to be.
“Be polite, be efficient; have a plan to kill everyone you meet.”
Skills and Weapons
As mentioned previously, Sniper is a tough and ready marksman. His primary weapon, the sniper rifle, is what he’s most proficient in and is his go-to weapon for a wide range of situations. It can only hold one bullet at a time, but thanks to Sniper’s quick and fluid reloading, he can fire the rifle in rapid succession. In some instances, Sniper will switch to his bow instead, the 'Huntsman'.
When forced to get up close and personal with his enemies, Sniper has a couple of close-range options. These include an SMG (submachine gun) and machete, usually in the form of a Kukri knife. Sniper is generally weaker in melee combat, but that doesn’t mean he’s harmless. With no one else to watch his back, he’s prepared to fight anyone trying to flank him.
“Snipers don’t muck about with gutshots and monologues. We just take the shot.”
Miscellaneous facts about Sniper
- Sniper’s vehicle of choice is a campervan. Not only is this his means of getting around between jobs, but also serves as accommodation when he’s on the road for a long period of time – which is often.
- Sniper is something of a coffee addict and can almost always be seen drinking it, even while working. However, due to the trembling effect of caffeine, he’s forced to drink decaf to keep his aim steady.
- While Sniper isn't opposed to the idea of being in a relationship, the nature of his job makes it very hard to form close attachments with anyone. That, coupled with his anti-social tendencies might make it difficult for him to be romantically involved with someone.
- Sniper loves to stay busy with work, and therefore doesn’t have too much free time. However, when he’s not on a job he can be found smoking, reading, listening to music or just enjoying the outdoors.
The Sniper is a fictional character created by Valve Corporation for the video game Team Fortress 2. All character images and media belong to Valve or the artists credited. The Sniper is voiced by John Patrick Lowrie. I own nothing.
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Helena Wayne †The Huntress†
* Gotham City. Yea it was dark and dirty but more importantly it was Home, to the Dark Knight but especially to one smart-mouthed extremely violent superhero appropriately named The Huntress, who was The Dark Knights Daughter. Yea she was one major terror to a felon and lived to hunt and strike fear in the hearts of criminals and show them they were nothing but prey with an ego problem, cause there was only ONE predator in town and that was The Huntress.
Currently on one warm morning in August her alter-ego Helena Wayne, daughter of billionaire Bruce Wayne, was heading to early meetings at Wayne Enterprises as she acted as incumbent CEO of Wayne Enterprises while he was missing. Pausing on the curb, waiting as her bodyguard also exited the white limo she had just left, as paparazzi quickly swarm her the young heiress to which she just smiles as she waves,
dazzling in a deep blue dress that fell to just above her knees that went lightly around her neck and was draping sleeves below her shoulders to just above her elbows,
her black hair just like her Fathers was done in an stylish up-do as she completed the look with nude and silver open toed heels.
A local celebrity and almost 'royalty' in a way and also called 'The Princess of Gotham', Helena was used to the spotlight as she also signed a few autographs before she noticed a gentle press on the small of her back, glancing she looked at her bodyguard and nodded, as he was the one to gently alert her. Saying farewell she was quickly ushered to the front entrance of Wayne Enterprises and she walked in, as Alfred had quickly come up to open the door for her. Smiling at her loyal butler and almost pseudo-parent before she headed to the elevator and headed to the top floor, sighing when her assistant had said they had started the meetings early and she had to head to the conference room. Rolling her eyes she did so, her bodyguard trailing her as her second, finally caught up to take the lead and he opened up the conference doors. Immediately taking her seat at the head of the table and she just leaned back bored, and almost feeling like she could fall asleep as she listened. The talking had barely even paused with her entrance, and it was already something she had heard before, for this topic. Sighing as she listened to the droning of them talking, hearing nothing new, since it was all information she learned before and not just because she knew some of the stuff quicker than they did because of her own sources as Huntress and having Oracle help her, it was because they kept repeating everything multiple times in different meetings. Until at least they turned there attention to her and her reason for being there, as the incumbent CEO of Wayne Enterprises and they were deciding to make it permanent or name someone else, but she also noticed Mr William Earle's smirk in a seat across the table and a few spots over as he still sat in her peripheral view. How he had managed to weasel his way in after her Father had more or less fired him Helena didn't know YET but she would but first she was going to love dashing his plans and bursting his little bubble. He thought with Bruce Wayne missing that he would be named CEO instead and force her out he had another thing coming. Helena Wayne might've been known as a wild party girl with thousands of shopping spree's it was almost a wonder she hadn't spent her Father's entire fortune of billions of dollars, but she had shown a vast level of maturity recently with the disappearance of her Father and she had to step up. Though she was none if that, it was a cover to protect her identity and her families, no one could suspect that Helena Wayne was The Huntress and also that Bruce was also The Batman. But Earle also believed this wasn't a woman's job and he thought he'd force her out of the Company despite it being in her family name.* "William Earle, I don't know how you came to be here, but I distinctly remember my Father giving your job to Lucius Fox, and now that I am here, it still stands, and besides I own the company. Didn't you know my Father had purchased a majority of the shareholders? He purchased many shares, and I also bought a few more shares myself, through various charitable foundations, trusts, and so forth - look, it's all a bit technical, but the important thing is that MY company's future is secure.. I am a Wayne, William and during my Father's absence until he is found I am the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, incumbent and now permanent at least until my Father's return. Clean out your desk William, Mr Fox, your promotion stands and I sincerely apologize for it. Now is that everything ladies and gentleman? I believe we have come to a conclusion most are agreeable with for this topic?"
*Glancing around to everyone as she temporarily ignores William Earle, as he stood from his seat seething, first of her treatment the disrespect blatantly obvious but also that he was upset she had beat him and had taken the seat securely as CEO, plus he noted the words she said, the very same he had said to Bruce once and the ones Bruce had said to him when Earle had first been fired. * "I will not stand for this you fucking slut! Wayne or not I will kick you from this company and I'm sure I'll find out evidence you laid on your back to secure those shares!"
*With his words he also slammed his fist on the table, causing an uproar of many of the men and women around the table, all in defense of Helena but also as her bodyguards stepped forward to make their presence known. But Helena though as Huntress she would've broken his jaw if he said such words to her, but as Helena the rage and that action was definitely not appropriate because it would place more spotlight on her and make people consider she WAS The Huntress. Slowly Helena rose from the table, calmly waving her right hand dismissively to recall her bodyguards back as she smirked, and temporarily ignoring him she looked to the few women around the table as she gave an almost mocking smile before she spoke* "Ladies, have you ever noticed that when we disagree with a male – I hesitate to say ‘man’ here– or find ourselves in a position over males, the first comment they make is always about our reputations or our periods?”
*At her words one of the women snorted, as others snickered.Helena then turned her head to glance to Earle who was now momentarily speechless.* “If I disagree with you, should I place blame on the misworkings of your manhood? Or do I refrain from so serious an insult ” *Pausing she made a face before she continued* “far more serious, of course, than your hint that I am a whore. Because my mother taught me courtesy, I only hope that my period will come long after your hair has escaped your head entirely.My name is Helena Wayne and I am the CEO of Wayne Enterprises now and in the future,.. Now please leave the premises before my bodyguards take your actions as a threat and escort you out rather harshly, as it is security will watch you collect your things. "
*Even before she finished speaking Wayne Enterprises security as well as one of Helena's own bodyguards stepped forward to follow Earle as he left in a bluster, turning away and not deciding to watch letting the matter be dismissed. As Helena glanced to everyone else and sighed. * "Do we have a vote ladies and gentlemen, on who the CEO will be.. If you will allow my words to be true and keep me as permanent, and we can finally wrap up this topic?"
*Light chuckles erupted around the table, as the vote did finally go through and it was as Helena had said. She was the new and permanent CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Smiling as she said thanks she finally resumed her seat and sat straight as a new topic arose, someone wanting to spread Wayne Enterprises to different avenues, like Entertainment. *
*But as Earle angrily filled the boxes he had been given by security, by throwing everything in just as is not caring if anything would break or get messed up. He was plotting. Plotting against Helena. He would make sure she was removed one way or another, even if it meant by killing her. That thought excited him and he grinned as he swept by the security, ignoring as they followed him to the doors and he went to his car in the garage. Tossing his boxes in the backseat of his Alfa Romeo Giulia, he then climbed into the drivers seat. Spotting the bodyguard and one security guy standing by his car, watching to make sure he left. He gave them the middle finger otherwise known as 'the bird' and started to drive away, leaving the garage to drive through the streets of Gotham until he made it to his large manor like home, one other reason he was jealous of the Wayne's, they lived in the biggest and most beautiful manor in Gotham. Parking in his own garage next to some of his other cars, he walked into his place, leaving the boxes in the backseat to preoccupied to remember them. Heading to his home office he dialed on his cellphone to a trusted friend, that dealt in low level matters, hoping he might be able to suggest an assassin he could use to kill Helena Wayne.*
Whether it was his intuition or the endless amount of luck he seemed to have, Vanitas barely missed the bullet that was supposed to end his life by a few seconds. His golden hues widened at the small hole on the other side of the wall, allowing the realization to consume him. Someone wanted him dead? Oh great, yet another person to add to the long list... In that moment he felt unbearably hot, leading him to take off his hoodie as he took a deep breath, before looking towards the window.
He was used to a more in person showdown - having faced off against his own kind numerous times in the past. It always ended up being a test of skill, and so far he proved to be the better combatant. But trying to use a gun to kill him? It couldn’t have been another angel attempting to take him out - not unless the bullet was made with a particular type of steel, one that was otherworldly. Of course an unlucky hit to the head or heart would do the job regardless.
With his hoodie off Vanitas’ crimson wings were now exposed, flapping them a couple times to allow them to expand to their full size. He wasn’t sure if his wannabe murderer would try to take another shot or attempt to barge into the apartment, but the nephalem knew that he couldn’t stay here. Not anymore. Even if he made it out of this, it was only a matter of time before others found his location. By chance what he wanted to take with him was already back in the living room. He just had to make a move - was it smart? No, but he also wasn’t human. And way too much of a thrill seeker in moments like this.
After a few moments Vanitas finally moved, his wings hardening and shielding him as he ran out of the kitchen - having no choice but to come into Sniper’s view as he kept his head low. If a bullet did strike, he would feel the impact but his wings would then ricochet the metal away. Vanitas quickly grabbed his bag before making his way out of the apartment. A commotion could then be heard from the lower floors - presumably from what just happened. Going downstairs wasn’t much of an option, not without possibly risking the lives of the innocent. So heading upstairs and making his escape through the rooftops was his next move.
The main problem, however, was the number of various windows between his floor and the rooftop. Of course Vanitas wasn’t sure if Sniper would try to still take him down from a different angle, but it wasn’t like he had a choice. A moment later he started running again, heading up the first flight of stairs, trying his best to shield himself every time he had to pass by a window. Four more floors to go.
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What an absolute drag.
In the eyes of his own kind he was nothing more than an ungrateful traitor, but being the 'bad guy' had its quirks sometimes. It almost became amusing whenever he had to evade them or even fight them off - but other times, the journey of finally being free was a lonely path. And because so many people were after him, it was best for him to lay low.
One of the very few allies Vanitas had left allowed him to stay over while she would be out of town, leaving the nephalem on his own to ponder his next steps. However, staying inside all of the time was hard for someone so adventurous - he had to at least go outside to get some fresh air...and some candy too. So he did just that, even going so far as to fully cover the shrunken wings on his back with an oversized hoodie.
A bag of his favorite candy and a much needed walk around the town later, Vanitas casually made his way back to his friend’s apartment - gazing up at the evening sky and admiring the unique shades of the sunset. Though not wanting to go back home so soon, he took the scenic route back to the apartment. Of course little did he know that trouble had found him once again.
At first everything seemed normal as Vanitas entered the apartment, sitting his bag of candy down in the living room where he planned to spend the next several hours in. All that was missing from his soon to be movie night was an ice cold beverage from the kitchen, but right before Vanitas walked in he suddenly stopped - having this indescribable feeling in his chest. It wasn’t his astral vision, but perhaps instead his intuition, warning him not to take another step. But why? Nothing was wrong, right?
No. No, something was off. This was a similar feeling when Vanitas sensed one of the angels nearby. Had they found him somehow? What if this was just his paranoia acting up again? Vanitas very cautiously walked into the kitchen - and that’s when that horrible feeling struck him again, causing him to look around the room in a bit of a panic, before glancing out of the apartment window, noticing a figure in the distance that seemed to be looking back in his direction from another building. Were they holding something...? His eyes widened in shock before ducking off to the left side of the window. That couldn’t have been a coincidence - why else would someone be out there?