Diego Marshell | Civilian

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✧ Good shot
✧ Always finishes a job
✧ Doesn't ask questions except for how much

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦Straightforward to the point of bluntness
✦ Emotionally closed off
✦ Full of himself

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Parents: Daryl Marshell, Wendy Marshell
Siblings:
Other Family: Heather Marshell (wife/deceased), Nicci Marshell (daughter/deceased)
Important Others: Bear (dog)
History: After a long three years in the service, Diego was finally allowed some time off. He had been part of the Black Ops, those that didn't exist on unspeakable missions. Before that Diego had been part of the normal military, going up through the ranks. His abilities caught the eye of some suits and that was that. Skyping and email wasn't the same as face to face with his wife and daughter. Spending a few weeks with them an escapee from a mission that had almost failed had tracked down where Diego lived. He was attacked by this goon and his hired hit men. Diego was forced to watch as his family was killed in front of him. He was soon put into hospital. He was thirty when this happened

Diego woked up a few weeks later. He discharged himself from the hospital, stole some clothes and made his way back fo the murder scene. After that, he seeked revenge. He spent months getting back into shape, and searching for clues on the whereabouts of that fucker. It toom him down dark paths as the killer was in a cult of the supernatural. Diego did jobs for relic hunters, like Bela, only more deadly. Losing his family made him careless for the world. After some years he had finally got a location. Tossing in some smoke grenades he killed the body guards left and right, using the cover of darkness and smoke. It ended up with his hands around the goon's throat, snapping his neck.

He thought he would feel something but it didn't fill the emptiness in his heart. But there was nothing there to feel now. Now every day was just about existing. Reported as AWOL by the government, he stayed off the grid. No social media, no banks, no communication with anyone he used to know. Until some years later, he spoke to some former comrades to get equipment shipped in like night vision goggles and flash grenafed. Like some hunters, he dranked and used whores most nights, not giving a rat's arse about anything. Some rich folk would send a middle man to him to collect some rare item that could be used to ward off some creatures, and the like. Diego would just take the contract, go off and retrieve the item even go as far to kill the hunter.




Alias: Tamara
How did you find us?: Hellhound
Experience: How much RP experience do you have? What got on here
Other Characters: Tamara Young @richard, Raven Reuven @andrea, John Smith, Tina Dukes
RP Sample: "Quiet!" He barked out orders to the dog. He could not hear what the suit was saying over the noise of Bear, his faithful dog. "Fine, you mutt." He tossed a half finished sausage to the dog chained up outside near the patio of a run down wooden house. He paid a small price for the dump but it was better than moving back into the murder house.

"As I was saying my client would like you to get this box. You don't need to know what is inside. And if you can eliminate the owner, there will be a bonus in it for you." Said the suit, handing out some papers to Diego. He leaned over and snatched the documents out of the suit's hand and it over. "I don't need care if it's a bible. I'll get it. Consider the hunter gone." He finished the bottle of beer that was in his other hand, dismissing the other guy with just a glare.



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