Never once
suspected of being an assassin or a cold-blooded killer, this man over forty
stood tall for being only five feet ten inches in height and a little over one
hundred and seventy five pounds fully dressed in his tuxedo that dressed him in
a charming and most delightful trait that pleased the ladies and threatened the
men.
His charisma was
bold and envied by all those that shared his presence as his piercing brown
eyes distracted your attention to the fact that he was lean and muscular with
the supreme physiognomies of the warrior is looked and is. Walking with a
powerful gait of a human animal, he appeared well self-disciplined and smooth
as a cat in his ability to tell a fable with his killer smile.
Never talking
about his line of work and hammering out boldly his ambitions to become rich
and famous, was this rogue scoundrel; almost everything a man wanted to be just
like him since childhood. No doubt a survivor and skilled in the art of mortal combat,
he could defeat any nemesis with one blow to the head as others walked around
him with fear and tremble as they could sense any mistake on their part could
cost them a limb or life if the reason was intense enough to trigger his silent
violent nature or propensity to kill when given the opportunity to do so.
Command presence
is not taken for granted as his every movement teaches other men how to walk
and move with a certain deadly grace and ease of motion. Able to leap a
vertical height of sixty six inches or more he was destined to be a basketball
star if it were not for his lack of height and ability to share the ball with
others around him making him a difficult member of any team chosen.
A personality
best described as short filled with temper and the ability to engage conflict
with more than one at a time, it was rare he lost his grip and controlled the
turmoil and changes around him with skills developed in his subvert years in
the military years ago. Cold as ice and with an emotional shell to keep him
under self-control at all times, he would compensate his energy and skills to
match his opponent. Not an introvert or extrovert by nature he appeared to be
more of an ambivert in conversation and triggering his mannerism for either
withdrawn or outgoing pleasures showing only what he wanted to show from the
start.
This rogue
scoundrel will not and does not allow any part of his job or nature to become
too close to him as if he didn’t belong where he was. Allowing this distance
between him and others as if he didn’t belong he knew when to retreat and bring
his manner into conforming with the need to get close and conversational in styles
that would prompt an analyst to believe he is either a dual personality or schizophrenic
in mindset.
Since he was so emotionless
and disheartened he would certainly not be missed if he was to be killed or assassinated
by another assassin’s bullet. In fact, there would not be one soul that would
mourn for him as they would not care or cry a tear and show no remorse or
sorrow of his passing.
A hardened man,
he was blessed despite his harsh vulgarity and profane words taking the Lord’s
name in vain with every sentence spoken. He was nearly without err as a human
as this was the thing that kept him alive and concealed for all these years.
Standing rogue
this scoundrel served his country well and learned the art of stealth quite
well in those years of Foreign Service away from American soil. His training
began at childhood with a .22 rifle his parents had bought him as it gave him
the basic lessons learned and the basics for killing while defying the threat
of torture or capture in a most brutally and painful world he lived in. One must say his instincts and his
levelheadness gave him the uncanny ability to keep his head calm even in the direst
of situations around him or others. Others
were certainly envious of his self-composed and sensible mannerism that kept
him ahead of the competition or those out to kill him. He had a hyperfocus ability
that is second to none. Simply put he has the ability to focus with single
dimensional precision and eliminate all distractions in the pursuit of his
objective or target. Deterrence was not in his vocabulary as his aggressiveness
gave him the edge on any fatal encounter from an assassin’s point of view.
This rogue
scoundrel was never a quitter and defied the meaning of the word in every
sense. His ability to push harder than any man could sets him apart from others
as he accomplishes what he needs to accomplish, a characteristic he deems
necessary to be a winner.
When it is all
and said his single mindedness was created for one reason and one reason only –
to survive. His mental focus and energy allowed him insights and visions beyond
the normal scopes of mankind and allowed him to survive in the damnest
situation faced throughout his time. His ability to withstand harshest weather
lashed out by Mother Nature speaks of a man that has ways to survive under the
harshest condition with no help from outside or someone. He can make things
better and does his job better than anyone else he competes with in this sport
of assassins and cold blooded killers.
He rarely speaks
of his prowess to conquer and manipulate other people while not missing a beat
of details to remain free and on the run when hunted by those claiming to be
the best of the best. A rare quality
hardly ever missed by his opponents or nemesis in business is his stubbornness to
resist help and his forever attitude of having a death wish as he takes the
risks to excel in a particular way when it deals with a certain person place or
thing. Always having one goal in mind
his only weakness is his non-existent self-doubt and his ever present gambling
approach to everything he sets his mind to do or pursue.
A rogue
scoundrel that acts on the order of others that pay him and pay him well. He reacts
to their weaknesses and makes it their strengths. Trumping situations with his
high risk taking approach in almost every situation, he gets a chance to reward
himself with plentiful cash and women as he spends his time in seclusion
waiting for the next order from someone up above.
So as he acts on
this voice from a higher power he has no friends and does not allow anyone to
get too close to him. His only allies are those he calls the tools of the trade
and when the mission is clear he discards all human form of contact and focuses
on the task before him with determination and logical extremism to finish the
mission satisfactorily and with outright zealotry and brutal gratification of
another job well done for his country or the highest bidder on this undeclared
war on humanity. His motto in life is “silence
is a friend who will never betray.” (Confucious)
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