Peirce Vale

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Player Name: Mike
Contact Info: food with sauce
Name: Peirce Vale
Alias): None
Codename: None
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Type: Human
Affiliation: Friends of Humanity
Avatar and Picture: None
Play-by: None
Family:

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General Appearance:

A man whose devotion to physical conditioning, and in whom constant training has invested all the visible indications of a gifted athlete Peirce’s physique is quite striking at first glance; standing around six-four, and weighing well over two-hundred pounds. His posture is upright and erect, and he disposes himself with careful patience, engaging the world in a deliberate, thoughtful manner. His precise age is hard to guess although he is clearly not a young man, and seems around middle-aged. A harrowing intensity marks his features, and does little for his heavily-scarred visage which could otherwise have been quite handsome. Though he is not, even now, devoid of charm he can simply no longer be moved to care about the way he looks, and the severity of his expressions, his contempt for fashion and grooming ensure few people are inclined to think him attractive. That said he does possess a fair bone structure, and - setting aside his scars - symmetrical, somewhat handsome features. His large, expressive, dark eyes tend to evoke a quite sympathetic reaction in those rare moments he does show emotion, but, otherwise, his one living eye seems no more expressive than the dead glass implant it sits beside. Four large incised gashes track at an angle across one whole side of his face in a manner that almost makes it look as if he has been mauled by a big cat. The damage around his eye-socket is especially bad, and quite difficult to look at although he covers the worst of it, along with his jet-black implant, with an eye-patch. He does not even try to keep his unruly light-brown hair neat, but lets it grow and cuts it only when it begin to get in his way, shaving by the same principle so that his face shows course stubble most days. His brows remain by far the most expressive part of his face, and there, while also around his good eye he most shows his age in deep lines; the remnants of old laughter, replaced now by the erosions of concern and stress.

Seen from one side he has the closest thing to a classically perfect masculine physique that he has been able to attain, at least, in objective terms, displaying a sveltely conditioned athleticism rarely seen save among world-class athletes. Gifted, naturally, with the kind of lean, lithely tapered figure generally thought concordant with the classical image of masculine perfection; with a precisely defined, compactly powerful musculature proportioned consummately in balance with his frame. Though his body is marred by numerous scars. Five bullet wounds in all, and scratches, cuts, much-like the scar present on his face which seem eerily reminiscent of the wounds a big cats claws might inflict. Seen from the other side however reveals an eclipsing swathe of degradation. The massive burn-scar inexorably draws the eye in that fashion some disturbing things tend to, and few people can see it without being affected. His athletic torso sports a savage burn down almost one whole side resulting in a swathe of unutterable disfigurement from his armpit down his left flank, thinning at his waist, but tracing on still to end part-way down his thigh. His body has little business belonging to a living man. Peirce has a further scar on his left-hand, mid-palm, and an old bullet wound on his neck, while his left hand is missing a single finger (the second smallest) and, finally, by way of noteworthy features he has a tattoo on his right shoulder. It is in stylised Catalan script and reads ’Desperta Ferro,’ emblazoned on a logo swathing a black stiletto. This was the symbol of the mercenary company for whom he worked, and means ‘Awaken the iron,’

Peirce’s athleticism, and his formidable physique however is not what it once was. He has lost weight of late, and is losing more. The painkillers he had found himself dependant on do not allow for him to maintain any strict regime of diet and training. His health is thus in the slow process of degrading.

Personality:

A perspicacious, thoughtful and observant individual who takes great pains to be incredibly gentle, moral and protective of those around him. However there is a strange retrogression apparent in his character. A result of exposure to the military culture and the adoption of its ethos. Such beliefs and attitudes are not entirely unusual in and of themselves, but he takes them to extremes, and here lies the oddity. Peirce’s behaviour can be incredibly arbitrary and unflinching at times. In his mind privation is good for you, morality is synonymous with stoicism, corporal punishment is perfectly acceptable and the ethical code should not be broken under any circumstances. He believes himself to be apart from other people in that he is a soldier, and he would say this means he is playing a different game, with rules normal people do not understand, and for prizes they could never appreciate. For this reason he regards normal people with a very gentle form of amused condescension; which is not to say he thinks they are in any way bad or unworthy, simply that he values in his lifestyle a sense of contrast with the ordinary and has no desire to be normal himself. Peirce has seen things most people will never see, done things most people would never do, things which most people would consider immensely undesirable, even horrible, being forced to shoot at child soldiers for example, or watching a comrade die. However this hardship, moral and physical, throws the simplest things into relief as rare pleasures, encouraging a Spartan lifestyle whose exponents hold a benign feeling of contempt for the altogether softer life of ordinary people. A result of this thinking, this exposure to a different world, is that Peirce does not believe in the absolute value of freedom, countering the nihilist by refusing to resolve the abstract with the material - by rejecting the abstract entirely - nor does he care much for the ironies of the anarchist, dismissing their certitudes as an appeal to animal selfishness. Peirce has no truck with the dogma of relativism in the moral sphere; he has never met a noble savage, although he has killed many savages. His values are those of the enlightenment, and he is unabashed about his decidedly patriarchal, euro centric biases.

Peirce is a soldier, and not a warrior. Still he is a figure to whom war is as natural as breath, and for whom death is not a matter of distant, superstitious awe. He has a strictly materialistic attitude to things commonly shrouded by religious symbolism and vague spiritual allusions, an attitude cemented by the trials of his life. There is an almost childish quality to the materialistic notions which he espouses in that he can be supremely uncomplicated.

Peirce is deeply in love with someone who is no longer alive, and for this reason does not really feel expressly at home among the living himself. He feels he exists for a purpose, and it is only by way of his prevailing sense of duty that he can get up each day, and do what he must do. An old promise keeps him alive. Aided, at once, by a generous over-use of prescription painkillers which are beginning to take a toll on his health and mental state, and by the knowledge that he cannot last much longer. Peirce’s materialism evokes a certainty that there will be no re-union in the hereafter. When he feels he feels only pain, and so he has consciously elected to feel nothing instead, and while the pain he feels in spirit cannot kill his body being forced to live without that which he can not live without is slowly killing his soul. Those who meet and deal with him are often given the impression that he is living on borrowed time, and he does nothing to dispel this; Peirce, in fact, believes it implicitly. He does not feel as though he should be alive, and it seems to him a cruel oversight that he has lived as long as he has despite his concerted, and on-going attempts to violently self-destruct. He has a soldiers discipline however and is naturally inclined to live an ordered, sensible life wherein the selfishness required for truly self-destructive behaviour is anathema, and, as such, his attempts at self-negation, at destroying himself, seem amateurish at best to those who know better. He cannot truly let go, nor can he truly give up. Something impels him to go on, and though he abhors it he cannot resist its exhortations to continue.

Abilities:

Peirce has had extensive military training in drills, marksmanship and survival disciplines. He is well versed in several types of special-forces role from a combat perspective including covert reconnaissance, special reconnaissance, reconnaissance of the deep battle space, offensive operations in the deep battle space and infrastructure disruption. Trained to excel at marksmanship as well as various forms of unarmed and armed combat. He is a skilled amateur boxer as well having competed in a number of inter-service and amateur tournaments. His training regarding marksmanship and firearms dwells generally on certain military cartridges and rifles, but he has had experience with a much wider array of weapons. He is at ease with 10mm AUTO and .45 ACP, 9mm, and for long-guns .50 BMG, 7.62, 12-gauge and 40mm as well as 20mm, 5.56 especially, in particular the M4A1 Carbine, M24 Rifle, M67 Grenade, 9mm Berreta, 1911 Colt and Mossberg 500. He has cross-trained with various old Warsaw pact armaments; particularly the AK74 Carbine, AK-47 rifle and Saiga Shotgun and is at home with two further exotic cartridges which he uses as a hunter: Nitro .600 and KS-23 4 gauge. Peirce has also had extensive training in close-combat use of E-Tools, Bayonets, Kabars, Ballistic knives, Stilettos and other small to mid-size blades. Finally he is familiar with many incendiaries and explosives from grenade, to home-made satchel charges and claymores. Having seen extensive direct combat, military action in the live-field, and having killed enemy combatants gives him a somewhat unflappable sense of confidence in the face of violence or disaster in that few things that might occur in day-to-day life can compare with the intensity of such experiences.

History:

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Other:

He has concealed carry permits for numerous states, and concealment holsters for and owns both a Grizzley Winmag pistol in 10mm Auto and a Taurus Raging Bull in .44 Magnum with 4 inch barrel. He will almost always be carrying one of these weapons in all situations or locations where it is legal to do so. Further he is also is licensed to own (but not with carry licences) a number of GP Browning HI-powers and 1911 Colts which he collects for decorative purposes; these older firearms are all functional but Peirce keeps the firing pins in a safe and does not generally keep ammunition for them. He also owns a Winchester 1300 12-gauge pump action shotgun with full sized barrel and wood stock which he keeps locked case at the foot of his bed. He owns gun safes for all of his active firearms, and strictly follows the law in regards to their operation and possession.

It should also be noted Peirce is a licensed firearms dealer, and in addition to his legal armaments he has a nasty habit of collecting incredibly illegal firearms which he claims are all de-activated. He sometimes sells these to various militias, or aquires weapons via the same channels. He can occasionally be found carrying a Russian OTS-33 9mm Makarov pistol in an ankle-holster - a weapon he is licensed to own, but not in its full-auto configuration, and has been known to keep a stockless Saiga 12 in his car boot. As if this weren’t bad enough Peirce keeps an incredibly illegal series of nominally ‘de-activated,’ weapons mounted on the wall in his bedroom: a KS-23 20mm (4 Gauge) riot gun, a China Lake 40mm pump-action grenade launcher, and an M3 Gepard AM rifle, along with a legal (but still rather insane) cut down Nitro .600 double-rifle. None of these weapons are actually de-activated and he keeps a large ammo-cache for all three in a hidden wall-safe.

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