Zulu - Assault

Name: Marion "Mac" Macintosh. Also callsign is Zulu.

Age: 34 years old.

Gender: Male.

Appearance: Zulu wears clothes on his person as any sane member of society tends to do, which tends to cover his private parts, and chest. His attire tends to vary on two differing levels of... differences. One would be his casual attire, when not expected to be in combat, and the other his combat attire which is typical of the super elite Tier 0 (as he coined it) outfit he is a part of. The two are obviously distinct and different, in that one consists of his BDU's, balaclava of formfitting proportions, goggles of refractory nature, and night vision goggles placed on his helmet, as well as ballistic resistant load bearing vest, a pair of boots and Oakley gloves with finger padding to increase traction and grip. His ballistic resistant load bearing vest happens to be the Advanced Plate Carrier armoring, or APC for short, with Level IV protection, along with some pouches to hold ammunition. The camouflage is subjective to the environment Zulu operates in, often with dark colours given the role of N9, with a patch of their outfit upon his shoulder to denote whom he serves with. Unknown to anyone but to N9 operators.

When not within combat, his facial features are better seen, a black, albeit short tousled hair crops from above, spectacles to aid him in visual impediments are worn upon his face, leveled with his eyes for optimal optic feedback. Zulu's face on the other hand bears no bearings of youth, but nonetheless is pleasant in demeanor, despite the many times he frowns upon being made fun of in name. His facial features also wear a little bit if not slight age upon it, premature age due to the stress he had underwent through his training that were most debilitating to any lesser men, crow's feet creased next to his eyes, and furrowed eyebrows on an otherwise olive feature. His jaws are broad and squarish, lantern jawed filled with justice, while his nose is straight. Coming aghast with such manly features comes the earthly colour of brown upon Zulu's eyes. His face is clean shaven and bears not much hair besides the after image of a stubble upon his features, which really makes the earlier statement of clean shaven null, really he looks a bit dirty but only because of such features.

His chest is rife with musculature, nothing too large or bulky but exploring the possibilities of strength, endurance and stamina, all three within a well chiseled combination as required by being a part of a super elite outfit, his chest has 12 packs, his arms well adjusted with some mass, and his knuckles calloused from consistent training of tearing his fists into shreds before leaving it to heal, hardened into leathery roughness. Shoulders having the most developed of all muscles followed by the stomach.

His legs are made for kicking things as much as running, with well developed thigh muscles, among other such things generously endowed upon by genetics in Zulu's case. Not that it helped him from being considered not a target in regards to his name.

A tattoo of impressive proportions presides upon his left foreleg, of Maori designs.

As for his normal attire, which is considered casual, he tends to wear polo shirts in general, red being his favorite color, or the more ill spent venture into Kanye West fashion shirts, red of course, and otherwise he wears always cargo pants, khaki colored, and some work boots with steel tipped ends. Winter time, he just wears a jacket, and some extra layer of clothing, including a long underwear for better insulation and heat management, as well as a pair of gloves. A consistency upon wearing those attire would be the fact he has a watch on, and spectacles worn.

His chest sports some small stubble, as an absolutely pertinent information, with the rest of his body sporting a bit of hair as well, but nothing excessive of that sort.

When not in combat, he may wear spectacles, but when wearing his uniform or expected to go into combat, he wears contact lens.

Equipment: He has a few equipment of magical properties. The magic? To your average aboriginal or primitive person, they spit fire and kill whomever it points at. A fire wand. Also to the modern wielder of such armament, a firearm, and such a fire is really just a bullet. The following items are below.

FN SCAR-H: Made for special forces rather than for the average US infantryman, it is chambered for the 7.62x39 rounds, which means that it can accept ammunition from the AK-47 and the AKM if need be, given the often times behind enemy lines ops Zulu takes part in. Ammunition tends to be a scarcity when expended against never ending odds. Underbarrel features the M26 Modular Accessory Shotgun System attached underneath, muzzle has a suppressor attached to it as required per N9 regulations, and finally holographic sights are attached alongside ACOG sight to make for a hybrid. The ACOG sight is placed before the holographic sight, to increase magnification, and can be flipped to the side to leave the holo-sight as the sole sight in regards to taking aim, for less magnification. The entirety of the weapon is dull black, having been made sure not to leave much reflection out of it. Four magazines are carried on the APC pouch at the front of his vest. Has a strap attached around it so it can be slung over his shoulder, or in front of his stomach with the strap around his neck.

H&K USP: Compact, and chambered for the .357 SIG round, this pistol is worn on his holster attached to his left leg and is tinted dull black, and when wearing civilian clothing, he hides it inside his pocket with the polo shirt worn down to conceal the pistol grip. He carries 4 magazines on his person, on either his load bearing vest in front, or he just crams them into his pockets. Suppressed.

KM2000: Tanto knife favored by the Bundeswehr, as well as Zulu personally given his love for the weapon, it has been serving him quite well as a knife that cuts as easily as it can serve within utilitarian functions. Dull black like the rest of his armaments, it shines no light to give away the impending death that is to come, and kept sharpened whenever needed. He wears the knife around his belt in his military attire, to the left of his waist, or in civilian clothes, he keeps it hidden in its sheathe, which is in turn kept hidden inside his footwear by the side, which he intentionally keeps spaced so to not draw discomfort whilst walking. He has another one in mirrored placement as well, just in case he needs to draw out his knife. Both are given silvered dust applied on the edge.

Those are the most consistent armaments he carries on him, as for the rest, he happens to switch out, the equipment he dons on his person though on the other hand would entail as follows. All of his ammunition are silvered, and blessed, for maximum effects against the supernatural abomination. (The rest of the equipment are described in appearance.)

Modular Integrated Communications Helmet comes equipped with a night vision goggle worn forefront, with lever-like mechanism to swivel it up for usage is not required, or down to make use of the helmet.

Race: Human.

Abilities: As a man of the Army Rangers, Zulu follows their befitting training regimen to have stamina, power, and speed in great heights in peak physical performance, into Olympian standards, exploring the three possibilities for a proper mix as he is a man expected to keep in tip top shape, to perform his services admirably. The following abilities would derive him as a person of exceptional standards as a soldier, that in the first place warrants him within the Super Elite Outfit N9. He is within the 'standard' physical level of the N9, which he makes it up with sheer mental and reactionary prowess, unlike his compatriots whom are more physically accomplished than he is, in their given fields.

With his endurance training, comes the titanium determination, when the want to see something through possesses Zulu, as he is largely immune to torture given his training, mentality, and drive. Fatigue is the trait of a weak man, and by no means is Zulu weak, he can expend his own tired state in favor of fighting off whatever needs to be fought off, and get the job done. His mental capacities are higher than the average person as sharp insight and cunning marks him as a learned man of scholarly tuning. Such knowledge possesses him are linguistics he is given crash courses in, briefed, and forced to learn about in his spare time, ranging from Arabic, Farsi, German, and his native tongue which he speaks in a trans-Atlantic accent -- English.

He however hosts special awareness of his environment in the form of spatial memory, learning and keeping perfect memory of placement to strategize and act upon what he knows instinctual on an eidetic levels as to maneuver when need be. Making him rather ideal as a point man when it comes to it, as to act quickly and swiftly, given his reaction time goes upon the fastest, or rather among the fastest in human biology. As such, he quickly takes down targets when storming in the room, with lethal lightning precision, making his specialty lie especially in assault, room clearings, and eliminations of enemies in stealthy mannerism before they can react. Like a sword that cleaves through flesh and bring about oozing pus into the open.

Digressing aside, he has also been schooled in the Ranger's way of fighting as an elite light infantry unit, and further into the 75th Ranger's way of combat, coming to know many environment, many terrains, distinguishing factors such as lighting, darkness, urban or wilderness, survival tactics and what have you and to operate into them with peak efficiency. Possessing the weapon's skills that comes with being an elite outfit first, and their way of close quarter combat, gun play, AND thinking, and the capacity to deploy however, whenever, and wherever. Be it from the skies, or from the ground, the fight is there, and Zulu is ready to serve if needed. His accuracy is stellar, and his discipline is heightened to enact orders out to know such actions proficiently. Further training was given out that weeded other lesser men from the N9 selection program, to mark him as one of the few that passed with flying colours, that night time has become an even more exemplified specialty, with skills picked up such as a martial art to compliment his close quarter combat fighting in the form of Judo, which sounds silly to most as too gimmicky, but it fits having to duke it out, mixing and matching to deliver killing blows after locking the opponent with military CQC styles. Which makes for a nice blend.

Given his service nowadays spent in night time, he has grown accustomed to low lighting terrains, be it with night vision goggles, or without it, and has grown pale as a result, well, paler, (he used to be darker), fighting without much impediment in night time, spotting the nuances as he knows exactly what to look for, the sounds that accompanies it, whether it is an animal, or a humanoid, as the two are rather distinct in the sounds they produce. The subtle winds that whistle through the air, though that has to be loud for him to notice. The lighting, all kinds of miscellaneous subtleties that otherwise an unobservant person would miss out.

All in all, an ideal point man, or surgical insertion elimination type operative.

He can also tap dance, for some mysterious reason as if some higher force beckoned him to learn such skills. A mystery indeed.

Organization: V.W.A.T.

Personality: Zulu's mindset happens to sprout forth from his insecurity behind his name of Marion, which his mother thought was lovely for her beautiful boy, or so she thought, without forward thought over what may entail in the wake of his naming, and the effeminate nature of it which would largely shape Mac's life in the future, for his years to come, that would come to haunt him at the decision that would surround him. Forever does he try to actually act respectable, and at the same time enigmatic about his name, but alas, wherever he goes, when required, his name is announced and laughter and scorn are met. Hence his rather sour disposition that often accompanies him when his name is involved.

He is NOT pleased, about life, or rather, just his life behind his name, and often finds himself in deep introspection over what would've come to be had he been named something else, but little did he know, he grew a gruff personality, with a somewhat thick hide in regards to his name given the constant mockery he was met with. And all kinds of woes, be it anxiety, sadness, depression, were former vices he once held, perhaps in part of his former alcohol abuse that he has decided to abstain from, and the others induced from apathy as a result of being made fun of. As a result, he is quite perceptive of behaviour and what actually causes them, because he has had such symptoms himself at a point.

Today? He is rather well adjusted an individual, that tries to stay a teetotaller, proper-like, with some massive delusions of grandeur that no others seem to share. Imagining himself in the spot light as a glory hound of sorts, and a man whose ambitions are unparalleled, but really, all he wants would be recognition, fame, fortune, and the bitches, or so he says. Something he has, at least the fortune part, but not recognition aside from secret circles, but he is quite confident that being part of N9 marks him as a special person, and in a way, it has guaranteed him financial prospects regardless of where he is at. Having a wish fulfillment to one day become leader, a trait that he only has in small quantities as a man of mostly selfish vices.

Regardless, he loves his country, not out of patriotism, but mostly because of the benefits and opportunities it offers, but hates the government which runs it so. A decadent bunch of politicians that grow fat on the work of the lower masses, and he, being of lower middle class, has often despised them as a result. It is only through luck does he even count himself one of the more affluent people, that, and being a part of N9, which he sees as a prestige that no others can earn, causes him to be rather arrogant in his self-worth that which was so low in the long past olden times.

He thinks he is really the enigmatic figure whom has big plans that no others hears, but that dies out as soon as he sounds his first name which he loathes so much. The enigma part anyways. To put it short, he is a man living under the shadow of his former poverty and name. To also overcome the damage he incurred from shooting civilians that he is desensitized to at this point, but not completely apathetic to. He may have been trained to eliminate them, but unlike other typical N9 operatives, he holds a sense of guilt complex in regards to those men and women he has eliminated, no doubt that it was nothing more than a painful execution which was there all for his betterment, but it was nonetheless immoral and unethical in what occurred. He may not be much of a religious man, but his sense of ethics has been disturbed, and he has been rather grim about such orders ever since, if not ticked off as a result. He just has to get things done, he reasons to himself, and maybe he can go back home one day, and get the abundant job opportunities he always wanted, after he felt he has done enough for his nation.

Rank: N9 Operator.

Biography: Born not as a supernatural creature, but rather as a human, and he shall remain this way for his days to come, Zulu, or rather Mac as he'd like to be called, had mixed parentage -- African American and Irish-American blood, his father the Irishman, and his mother the woman of African American ethnicity(for all you politically correct folks). The two met and fell in love, and settled down into Maryland, which is really a fancy way of saying they grew up there, fell in love there, and conceived Zulu, to whom was born into a poor household with not much to spare besides necessities. It was a Spartan lifestyle, one without much luxuries or delights, that he had to make his own leisure time out of things that are otherwise discarded.

Life was especially not easy for Mac, given he was named Marion, and it was especially difficult throughout his childhood all the way to even his present life. School especially was met with derision towards him, that he had come to be the object of mockery and amusement by the others, and even involved himself in several fights as those that found his name unmanly, thought him an easy target. At first, he was, but he has dedicated himself towards warding off his assailants, fighting them off, day in and out, that he would be the one to get in trouble as the person whom is of bad make. Something that infuriated him so, that being ganged up on by testimony, has spent more time in school within detention, than anywhere else. A paradox to others over his own good grades, and polite behaviour, that somehow suspicions dwelled he was manipulative and a troublemaker, denied honors as a result. High school years were no different either, that the clique-like setting of the whole backstabbing labyrinth found him even more assailed with further vicious verbal insults that drove him to adopt an apathetic behaviour as to drown out his bullies. That his goal became clear, an epiphany reached him to actually screw life, he should just become a soldier, become super buff, and tough, earn all the prestige that NOBODY can laugh at him anymore, and if they do, he'd probably punch them and knock their teeth out, probably.

And so he had ignored MUCH that was thrown at him till he became less noticed, all the way to completely ignored, as reactions were not illicited from him, and Mac no longer became funny to amuse themselves with. So maybe life was better, but at least he had attention in the past, but now? It was just dull an affair that he had to contend with for the following years. Having a few incidents along the way, such as trying to get revenge in his sudden sprout of insane rage given his repressed anger, which happened to involve him going into a punch frenzy, that which got him almost expelled, and beaten by his mother for his rude behaviour. Things that put a danger into his education and almost ruined his life. Incidents that otherwise taught him, he needs to be smart, and not beat up everyone he comes across, because the odds are stacked against him. That perhaps he SHOULDN'T play in the court of others and retaliate, lest the opposition (those being his bullies), find a way to put him down.

Nonetheless, he graduated, and on shaky grounds too with the principle finding himself lacking much faith in Mac's performance as a dangerous student, than one whom was really a victim. Someone whom decided to just join the military, because as far as he saw it, the military was a way up based on merits, that it doesn't matter who you are, as long as you have the ability to get things done, and commendations for it, you get authority, rank, and pay befitting your service. An ideal place for someone like him, and he can punish others too should they stop out of line. Something about it was a romantic affair that he'd like to think, when joining, with a head full of optimism, and hopes held high without forlorn doubt, he ran through boot camp in the Army. Going through it with green colours, which did not stop his interests to further refine his place in the US military, by opting to volunteer for Ranger Indoctrination Program. Something alongside his compatriots he decided to go along with, that was not exactly as relatively smooth as boot camp in the army. It was hard, as HELL. Designed to weed out the weak, which some did not measure up to, and others found it something to aspire to regardless of the Hellish regimen that followed. Mac kept up with his determination, and did not wash out like the rest, and ended up being assigned to the 75th Rangers Regiment, 3rd Battalion, having upheld Airborne training, terrain training from the mountains to the swamp, and specialization into the Infantryman role.

It was in that placement, Mac participated in the invasion of Afghanistan, combating the Taliban in daring raids in low altitude jumps, and numerous classified night time operations in the mountainous and arid regions of the Afghans. Later joining up with the N9 their formation, christened in battle, he was posed forward as a potential candidate for his exemplary service in battle, and stellar performance. He was ignorant of the true purpose of the Joint Operation Training, and he grew to regret it. It disgusted him absolutely what took place, the "training" was inhumane, evil in fact according to him. To shoot prisoners from Guantanamo bay, among others, as well as the torture placed to break him mentally, that only his sheer contempt and loathing drove him forth. He has regretted it, in fact, HATED the very thing with every fibre of his being, and many times wanted to leave. Something prevented him, a disgust, that somehow were he not around, what would it come to say that another in his place would do? Better he would stay and take it up, even though it broke him down one by one, than to leave regretful of an opportunity passed. Horrors seen that no mere men can come out unscathed, and Zulu was not unscathed, he still bore scars, physical, and mental, from what he coined up as "Ragnarok" in the JTO. It was not too soon, or so he thought, that he left, though an N9 Operator, all the same glad to have left the training program upon his graduation.

His further role in many operations as an N9 member saw him mostly take place in combat in the Americas, and sometimes in Middle Eastern nations, particularly in Iran, where his role was mostly targeted killings, sometimes kidnapping, but otherwise black ops where his role was best considered under extreme secrecy, lest the scrutiny to surround failure would be tantamount to loss of global prestige, as well as controversy. The fact of the matter is, the lack of news or even response just shows that there was indeed no failure. Zulu was not an emotionless killing machine, but a man whom is burdened with knowledge of his dirty deeds, and still he continues what he does. And every time he does, he asks himself, is it truly worth it? Is it what the United States, founded upon the ideals of Democracy, to disparage the freedom of others? Then again, he never liked some nations that acted out to actually put down others, in an attempt to emulate the United States in their powermongering.

It would only be recent that he actually transfers over to VWAT alongside his fellow N9 members, taking to heart that perhaps the almost silly briefing over the existence of the supernatural is not so silly after all. Knowledge of Director Steeler's reputation made him take such reports after being informed of VWAT leadership, quite seriously enough to warrant his complete and utter belief.

Sample: (Uh... it's Alfred? Alfie boy? Alf the Fred? Yeah.)

Finished this shi-- sheet.

Zulu wrote:Name: Marion "Mac" Macintosh.

No Zulu?

ZUUL, MOTHERFUCKER wrote:Age: 34 years old.

Gender: Male.

Appearance: Zulu wears clothes on his person as any sane member of society tends to do, which tends to cover his private parts, and chest. His attire tends to vary on two differing levels of... differences. One would be his casual attire, when not expected to be in combat, and the other his combat attire which is typical of the super elite Tier 0 (as he coined it) outfit he is a part of. The two are obviously distinct and different, in that one consists of his BDU's, balaclava of formfitting proportions, goggles of refractory nature, and night vision goggles placed on his helmet, as well as ballistic resistant load bearing vest, a pair of boots and Oakley gloves with finger padding to increase traction and grip. His ballistic resistant load bearing vest happens to be the Advanced Plate Carrier armoring, or APC for short, with Level IV protection, along with some pouches to hold ammunition. The camouflage is subjective to the environment Zulu operates in, often with dark colours given the role of N9, with a patch of their outfit upon his shoulder to denote whom he serves with. Unknown to anyone but to N9 operators.

When not within combat, his facial features are better seen, a black, albeit short tousled hair crops from above, spectacles to aid him in visual impediments are worn upon his face, leveled with his eyes for optimal optic feedback. Zulu's face on the other hand bears no bearings of youth, but nonetheless is pleasant in demeanor, despite the many times he frowns upon being made fun of in name. His facial features also wear a little bit if not slight age upon it, premature age due to the stress he had underwent through his training that were most debilitating to any lesser men, crow's feet creased next to his eyes, and furrowed eyebrows on an otherwise olive feature. His jaws are broad and squarish, lantern jawed filled with justice, while his nose is straight. Coming aghast with such manly features comes the earthly colour of brown upon Zulu's eyes. His face is clean shaven and bears not much hair besides the after image of a stubble upon his features, which really makes the earlier statement of clean shaven null, really he looks a bit dirty but only because of such features.

His chest is rife with musculature, nothing too large or bulky but exploring the possibilities of strength, endurance and stamina, all three within a well chiseled combination as required by being a part of a super elite outfit, his chest has 12 packs, his arms well adjusted with some mass, and his knuckles calloused from consistent training of tearing his fists into shreds before leaving it to heal, hardened into leathery roughness. Shoulders having the most developed of all muscles followed by the stomach.

His legs are made for kicking things as much as running, with well developed thigh muscles, among other such things generously endowed upon by genetics in Zulu's case. Not that it helped him from being considered not a target in regards to his name.

A tattoo of impressive proportions presides upon his left foreleg, of Maori designs.

As for his normal attire, which is considered casual, he tends to wear polo shirts in general, red being his favorite color, or the more ill spent venture into Kanye West fashion shirts, red of course, and otherwise he wears always cargo pants, khaki colored, and some work boots with steel tipped ends. Winter time, he just wears a jacket, and some extra layer of clothing, including a long underwear for better insulation and heat management, as well as a pair of gloves. A consistency upon wearing those attire would be the fact he has a watch on, and spectacles worn.

His chest sports some small stubble, as an absolutely pertinent information, with the rest of his body sporting a bit of hair as well, but nothing excessive of that sort.

Glasses seem like they'd be too much of a liability for a guy like him to have. If he wore them for fashion, it'd be cool, but with the knowledge that losing them could get you or the squad killed due to not being able to see, I'd be hesitant to put you on the squad if I was in charge of selection.

ZUUL wrote:Equipment: He has a few equipment of magical properties. The magic? To your average aboriginal or primitive person, they spit fire and kill whomever it points at. A fire wand. Also to the modern wielder of such armament, a firearm, and such a fire is really just a bullet. The following items are below.

FN SCAR-H: Made for special forces rather than for the average US infantryman, it is chambered for the 7.62x39 rounds, which means that it can accept ammunition from the AK-47 and the AKM if need be, given the often times behind enemy lines ops Zulu takes part in. Ammunition tends to be a scarcity when expended against never ending odds. Underbarrel features the M26 Modular Accessory Shotgun System attached underneath, muzzle has a suppressor attached to it as required per N9 regulations, and finally holographic sights are attached alongside ACOG sight to make for a hybrid. The ACOG sight is placed before the holographic sight, to increase magnification, and can be flipped to the side to leave the holo-sight as the sole sight in regards to taking aim, for less magnification. The entirety of the weapon is dull black, having been made sure not to leave much reflection out of it. Four magazines are carried on the APC pouch at the front of his vest. Has a strap attached around it so it can be slung over his shoulder, or in front of his stomach with the strap around his neck.

H&K USP: Compact, and chambered for the .357 SIG round, this pistol is worn on his holster attached to his left leg and is tinted dull black, and when wearing civilian clothing, he hides it inside his pocket with the polo shirt worn down to conceal the pistol grip. He carries 4 magazines on his person, on either his load bearing vest in front, or he just crams them into his pockets. Suppressed.

KM2000: Tanto knife favored by the Bundeswehr, as well as Zulu personally given his love for the weapon, it has been serving him quite well as a knife that cuts as easily as it can serve within utilitarian functions. Dull black like the rest of his armaments, it shines no light to give away the impending death that is to come, and kept sharpened whenever needed. He wears the knife around his belt in his military attire, to the left of his waist, or in civilian clothes, he keeps it hidden in its sheathe, which is in turn kept hidden inside his footwear by the side, which he intentionally keeps spaced so to not draw discomfort whilst walking. He has another one in mirrored placement as well, just in case he needs to draw out his knife. Both are given silvered dust applied on the edge.

Those are the most consistent armaments he carries on him, as for the rest, he happens to switch out, the equipment he dons on his person though on the other hand would entail as follows. All of his ammunition are silvered, and blessed, for maximum effects against the supernatural abomination. (The rest of the equipment are described in appearance.)

Modular Integrated Communications Helmet comes equipped with a night vision goggle worn forefront, with lever-like mechanism to swivel it up for usage is not required, or down to make use of the helmet.

Don't know about guns, but the rest seems fine.

Still ZUUL wrote:Race: Human.

Abilities: As a man of the Army Rangers, Zulu follows their befitting training regimen to have stamina, power, and speed in great heights in peak physical performance, into Olympian standards, exploring the three possibilities for a proper mix as he is a man expected to keep in tip top shape, to perform his services admirably. The following abilities would derive him as a person of exceptional standards as a soldier, that in the first place warrants him within the Super Elite Outfit N9. He is within the 'standard' physical level of the N9, which he makes it up with sheer mental and reactionary prowess, unlike his compatriots whom are more physically accomplished than he is, in their given fields.

With his endurance training, comes the titanium determination, when the want to see something through possesses Zulu, as he is largely immune to torture given his training, mentality, and drive. Fatigue is the trait of a weak man, and by no means is Zulu weak, he can expend his own tired state in favor of fighting off whatever needs to be fought off, and get the job done. His mental capacities are higher than the average person as sharp insight and cunning marks him as a learned man of scholarly tuning. Such knowledge possesses him are linguistics he is given crash courses in, briefed, and forced to learn about in his spare time, ranging from Arabic, Farsi, German, and his native tongue which he speaks in a trans-Atlantic accent -- English.

He however hosts special awareness of his environment in the form of spatial memory, learning and keeping perfect memory of placement to strategize and act upon what he knows instinctual on an eidetic levels as to maneuver when need be. Making him rather ideal as a point man when it comes to it, as to act quickly and swiftly, given his reaction time goes upon the fastest, or rather among the fastest in human biology. As such, he quickly takes down targets when storming in the room, with lethal lightning precision, making his specialty lie especially in assault, room clearings, and eliminations of enemies in stealthy mannerism before they can react. Like a sword that cleaves through flesh and bring about oozing pus into the open.

Digressing aside, he has also been schooled in the Ranger's way of fighting as an elite light infantry unit, and further into the 75th Ranger's way of combat, coming to know many environment, many terrains, distinguishing factors such as lighting, darkness, urban or wilderness, survival tactics and what have you and to operate into them with peak efficiency. Possessing the weapon's skills that comes with being an elite outfit first, and their way of close quarter combat, gun play, AND thinking, and the capacity to deploy however, whenever, and wherever. Be it from the skies, or from the ground, the fight is there, and Zulu is ready to serve if needed. His accuracy is stellar, and his discipline is heightened to enact orders out to know such actions proficiently. Further training was given out that weeded other lesser men from the N9 selection program, to mark him as one of the few that passed with flying colours, that night time has become an even more exemplified specialty, with skills picked up such as a martial art to compliment his close quarter combat fighting in the form of Judo, which sounds silly to most as too gimmicky, but it fits having to duke it out, mixing and matching to deliver killing blows after locking the opponent with military CQC styles. Which makes for a nice blend.

Given his service nowadays spent in night time, he has grown accustomed to low lighting terrains, be it with night vision goggles, or without it, and has grown pale as a result, well, paler, (he used to be darker), fighting without much impediment in night time, spotting the nuances as he knows exactly what to look for, the sounds that accompanies it, whether it is an animal, or a humanoid, as the two are rather distinct in the sounds they produce. The subtle winds that whistle through the air, though that has to be loud for him to notice. The lighting, all kinds of miscellaneous subtleties that otherwise an unobservant person would miss out.

All in all, an ideal point man, or surgical insertion elimination type operative.

Organization: V.W.A.T.

Can't tapdance. That's going to hurt him.

ZUUL sucks wrote:Personality: Zulu's mindset happens to sprout forth from his insecurity behind his name of Marion, which his mother thought was lovely for her beautiful boy, or so she thought, without forward thought over what may entail in the wake of his naming, and the effeminate nature of it which would largely shape Mac's life in the future, for his years to come, that would come to haunt him at the decision that would surround him. Forever does he try to actually act respectable, and at the same time enigmatic about his name, but alas, wherever he goes, when required, his name is announced and laughter and scorn are met. Hence his rather sour disposition that often accompanies him when his name is involved.

He is NOT pleased, about life, or rather, just his life behind his name, and often finds himself in deep introspection over what would've come to be had he been named something else, but little did he know, he grew a gruff personality, with a somewhat thick hide in regards to his name given the constant mockery he was met with. And all kinds of woes, be it anxiety, sadness, depression, were former vices he once held, perhaps in part of his former alcohol abuse that he has decided to abstain from, and the others induced from apathy as a result of being made fun of. As a result, he is quite perceptive of behaviour and what actually causes them, because he has had such symptoms himself at a point.

Today? He is rather well adjusted an individual, that tries to stay a teetotaller, proper-like, with some massive delusions of grandeur that no others seem to share. Imagining himself in the spot light as a glory hound of sorts, and a man whose ambitions are unparalleled, but really, all he wants would be recognition, fame, fortune, and the bitches, or so he says. Something he has, at least the fortune part, but not recognition aside from secret circles, but he is quite confident that being part of N9 marks him as a special person, and in a way, it has guaranteed him financial prospects regardless of where he is at. Having a wish fulfillment to one day become leader, a trait that he only has in small quantities as a man of mostly selfish vices.

Regardless, he loves his country, not out of patriotism, but mostly because of the benefits and opportunities it offers, but hates the government which runs it so. A decadent bunch of politicians that grow fat on the work of the lower masses, and he, being of lower middle class, has often despised them as a result. It is only through luck does he even count himself one of the more affluent people, that, and being a part of N9, which he sees as a prestige that no others can earn, causes him to be rather arrogant in his self-worth that which was so low in the long past olden times.

He thinks he is really the enigmatic figure whom has big plans that no others hears, but that dies out as soon as he sounds his first name which he loathes so much. The enigma part anyways. To put it short, he is a man living under the shadow of his former poverty and name.

Rank: N9 Operator.

Adults making fun of a person's name? Is this a Happy Madison movie? Or Glenn Beck?

Da fuck? wrote:Biography: Born not as a supernatural creature, but rather as a human, and he shall remain this way for his days to come, Zulu, or rather Mac as he'd like to be called, had mixed parentage -- African American and Irish-American blood, his father the Irishman, and his mother the woman of African American ethnicity(for all you politically correct folks). The two met and fell in love, and settled down into Maryland, which is really a fancy way of saying they grew up there, fell in love there, and conceived Zulu, to whom was born into a poor household with not much to spare besides necessities. It was a Spartan lifestyle, one without much luxuries or delights, that he had to make his own leisure time out of things that are otherwise discarded.

Life was especially not easy for Mac, given he was named Marion, and it was especially difficult throughout his childhood all the way to even his present life. School especially was met with derision towards him, that he had come to be the object of mockery and amusement by the others, and even involved himself in several fights as those that found his name unmanly, thought him an easy target. At first, he was, but he has dedicated himself towards warding off his assailants, fighting them off, day in and out, that he would be the one to get in trouble as the person whom is of bad make. Something that infuriated him so, that being ganged up on by testimony, has spent more time in school within detention, than anywhere else. A paradox to others over his own good grades, and polite behaviour, that somehow suspicions dwelled he was manipulative and a troublemaker, denied honors as a result. High school years were no different either, that the clique-like setting of the whole backstabbing labyrinth found him even more assailed with further vicious verbal insults that drove him to adopt an apathetic behaviour as to drown out his bullies. That his goal became clear, an epiphany reached him to actually screw life, he should just become a soldier, become super buff, and tough, earn all the prestige that NOBODY can laugh at him anymore, and if they do, he'd probably punch them and knock their teeth out, probably.

And so he had ignored MUCH that was thrown at him till he became less noticed, all the way to completely ignored, as reactions were not illicited from him, and Mac no longer became funny to amuse themselves with. So maybe life was better, but at least he had attention in the past, but now? It was just dull an affair that he had to contend with for the following years. Having a few incidents along the way, such as trying to get revenge in his sudden sprout of insane rage given his repressed anger, which happened to involve him going into a punch frenzy, that which got him almost expelled, and beaten by his mother for his rude behaviour. Things that put a danger into his education and almost ruined his life. Incidents that otherwise taught him, he needs to be smart, and not beat up everyone he comes across, because the odds are stacked against him. That perhaps he SHOULDN'T play in the court of others and retaliate, lest the opposition (those being his bullies), find a way to put him down.

Nonetheless, he graduated, and on shaky grounds too with the principle finding himself lacking much faith in Mac's performance as a dangerous student, than one whom was really a victim. Someone whom decided to just join the military, because as far as he saw it, the military was a way up based on merits, that it doesn't matter who you are, as long as you have the ability to get things done, and commendations for it, you get authority, rank, and pay befitting your service. An ideal place for someone like him, and he can punish others too should they stop out of line. Something about it was a romantic affair that he'd like to think, when joining, with a head full of optimism, and hopes held high without forlorn doubt, he ran through boot camp in the Army. Going through it with green colours, which did not stop his interests to further refine his place in the US military, by opting to volunteer for Ranger Indoctrination Program. Something alongside his compatriots he decided to go along with, that was not exactly as relatively smooth as boot camp in the army. It was hard, as HELL. Designed to weed out the weak, which some did not measure up to, and others found it something to aspire to regardless of the Hellish regimen that followed. Mac kept up with his determination, and did not wash out like the rest, and ended up being assigned to the 75th Rangers Regiment, 3rd Battalion, having upheld Airborne training, terrain training from the mountains to the swamp, and specialization into the Infantryman role.

It was in that placement, Mac participated in the invasion of Afghanistan, combating the Taliban in daring raids in low altitude jumps, and numerous classified night time operations in the mountainous and arid regions of the Afghans. Later joining up with the N9 their formation, christened in battle, he was posed forward as a potential candidate for his exemplary service in battle, and stellar performance. He was ignorant of the true purpose of the Joint Operation Training, and he grew to regret it. It disgusted him absolutely what took place, the "training" was inhumane, evil in fact according to him. To shoot prisoners from Guantanamo bay, among others, as well as the torture placed to break him mentally, that only his sheer contempt and loathing drove him forth. He has regretted it, in fact, HATED the very thing with every fibre of his being, and many times wanted to leave. Something prevented him, a disgust, that somehow were he not around, what would it come to say that another in his place would do? Better he would stay and take it up, even though it broke him down one by one, than to leave regretful of an opportunity passed. Horrors seen that no mere men can come out unscathed, and Zulu was not unscathed, he still bore scars, physical, and mental, from what he coined up as "Ragnarok" in the JTO. It was not too soon, or so he thought, that he left, though an N9 Operator, all the same glad to have left the training program upon his graduation.

His further role in many operations as an N9 member saw him mostly take place in combat in the Americas, and sometimes in Middle Eastern nations, particularly in Iran, where his role was mostly targeted killings, sometimes kidnapping, but otherwise black ops where his role was best considered under extreme secrecy, lest the scrutiny to surround failure would be tantamount to loss of global prestige, as well as controversy. The fact of the matter is, the lack of news or even response just shows that there was indeed no failure. Zulu was not an emotionless killing machine, but a man whom is burdened with knowledge of his dirty deeds, and still he continues what he does. And every time he does, he asks himself, is it truly worth it? Is it what the United States, founded upon the ideals of Democracy, to disparage the freedom of others? Then again, he never liked some nations that acted out to actually put down others, in an attempt to emulate the United States in their powermongering.

It would only be recent that he actually transfers over to VWAT alongside his fellow N9 members, taking to heart that perhaps the almost silly briefing over the existence of the supernatural is not so silly after all. Knowledge of Director Steeler's reputation made him take such reports after being informed of VWAT leadership, quite seriously enough to warrant his complete and utter belief.

Only real issue is that you've got some pretty deep guilt issues and stuff in here that isn't mentioned in personality.

Stuff taken care of, and stuff.

Here is the checklist.

Zulu added.

Glasses issues mitigated.

Well, he mostly came across the douchey kids, and adults is KINDA stretching it for them peeps whom are all clique-like in their teenage years. Also Glenn Beck mixed with Happy Madison mebbe? But yeah. Check.

TAPDANCE ADDED FOR PATRIOTIC FERVOR OF 'MURICA.

Finally, threw in the guilt complex issue among other miscellaneous things into personality to even things out.

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Welcome to VWAT...Marion...

Aiden made me say it I swear!! *runs*

Aye, Approved from my end.

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