#tf2 bio

[askblupatriot]

NEW CHARACTER BIO!

Name: FEDERAL AGENT JACKSON HAYES Nickname: PARK RANGER, UNCLE, SIR, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE Age: FIFTIES TO SIXTIES. Gender: MAN Pronouns: HE/HIM Team: BUILDERS LEAGUE UNITED Class: AMERICA Skills: TWO WORDS. ROCKET SURFING. Weapons: ROCKET LAUNCHER. SHOTGUN. PISTOL. SHOVEL. FISTS. Background Information: Fought in World War Two and came out damaged. And his country that promised him he would be treated like a hero left him with nothing. He’s had to get a job as a park ranger, which barely pays well enough, to make ends meet. Has a brother Wallace who lives a normal happy life, and a rebellious niece called Olivia who he adores. Spends time trying to understand the young people mind because of her influence, and has been listening to “punk” music. Does not suffer fools lightly, but only certain kinds. As in, the hateful or ignorant kind. Some say he fakes his occasional bouts of jester-like behavior, and is secretly spying on both sides of the conflict for the federal government. But that’s just silly nonsense… isn’t it? Appearance: OLD BUT LIVELY MAN IN RANGER UNIFORM. Base: CURRENTLY TEUFORT

[brutalistsniper]

"Oim a fuckin demon hunter mate. Why tha fuck do you think I'm Christian!?"

[brutalistsniper]

Send “How long have you been in there?” for your muse to find mine trapped in a lab after being experimented on.

His hands were pressed tightly against the bars of the cell. Sitting casually with his shirt no longer on his back. His eyes lightly shut in a small snore. Till his eyes shot open to the loud blaring sound of the door opening. His eyes scanning the shadow coming down the stairs. A small cocky smirk showing on his lips. His chest was lidded in fresh scars. Burns. And other various unknown things that seemed to make him appear sickly.

Veins were black and almost purple where his arms were. His eyes a shining bright red as he stood up to approach the bars. His hands tightening around the bars till he noticed the new face enter the frame. His eyes widened with excitement. Far from who he was expecting." Jackrabbit..~" he hummed. He couldn't see all of the shorter figure. It could have been the BLU one or the RED fuck. Either way he was stuck in the cell like a real animal. His teeth were sharper. His tongue stuck out as he reached out for the shadowed figure. His fingers only inches from the figure. Tightly curling his fingers only to pull it back.

[brutalistsniper]

You ever think his theme would be a hot af song by maroon 5? I didn't. But it's amazing!

Baby I'm preying on you tonight

Hunt you down eat you alive

Just like animals

Animals

Like animals-mals

Maybe you think that you can hide

I can smell your scent for miles

Just like animals

Animals

Like animals-mals

Baby I'm

So what you trying to do to me

It's like we can't stop, we're enemies

But we get along when I'm inside you, eh

You're like a drug that's killing me

I cut you out entirely

But I get so high when I'm inside you

Yeah you can start over you can run free

You can find other fish in the sea

You can pretend it's meant to be

But you can't stay away from me

I can still hear you making that sound

Taking me down rolling on the ground

You can pretend that it was me

But no..

[ disclaimer: any art used is not mine and I do not take credit for the art I post on this acc. They belong to their respected owners! ]

[brutalistsniper]

Collapse - Find my muse blacked-out on the ground.

You never expected this did you? No you didnt you crazy bastard everything about you is unpredictable and unprofessional.

At his feet laid a woman. Unconscious but not by his own hand. Unconscious? How did he know? He checked. As much as checking if someone was alive was against his bloody sadistic nature. Gently with the tip of his machete he poked her chest. Not hard enough to stab her. Hell no. But trying to rouse her from her sleep. One poke. Two pokes three. Nothing.

Cocking his head with an annoyed growl he took her by the collar and lifted her up as if she were awake. He studied her as if she was something he had never seen before. Shaking her a few times he raised his hand to smack her. In which he did as hard as he could which sent her head rocketing to the side.

"Oi. Wake tha hell up!" The sniper growled. Pinching her cheek every now and again checking her pulse to see if she was alive and still breathing. Which she was. But when he couldn't get a rise out of her he gave up. Laid her back down and yawned. He himself climbed on top of her and rested his head on her abdomen as if she were a pillow." Ah well. You'll wake up eventually."

[brutalistsniper]

Bold the muse’s aesthetic (spooky edition)

bold all of the themes that apply to your muse’s aesthetic or mood as a character.

Bloodied knuckles |  Tear stained cheeks | Rust   | A busted lip   | Claws   | Fangs   | A bloody nose   | Chattering teeth   | A dark space underneath the bed   | Scratching noises on a wall   | Creaking metal   | Fog   | Dancing under moonlight   | Blood dripping lips   |  Heavy breathing in the dark  | A feeling of unexplained dread  | A figure in a dark corner  |  Dirty peeling wallpaper  | A bloody handprint on the wall  | Sobbing in the dark  | Bite marks on the skin  | Eerie whispers  | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes  | The growl of a hidden animal  | The sound of a blade being sharpened  | A deep, dark forest  | Walking on the streets alone at night  | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building  | Eyes darting in paranoia  | A heavy beating pulse  | The feeling of being trapped  | Struggling to get out a scream  | Boards covering broken windows  | A quiet graveyard  | A gas station in the middle of nowhere  | A road that never ends  | Heavy fog rolling in  | The scent of blood in the air  | Eerie old photographs  | Walking along train tracks at night  | A chill going up the spine  | Gathering crows  | A dusty, dimly lit study  |   Mist over a deserted cobblestone street  | Ghost towns  | Shadows around a campfire  | The sound of chanting  | Church bells tolling  | An orange harvest moon  | A broken down carnival  | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned  | Wiping bloody hands on fabric  | Nightmares  | Waking up in a panic  | A power outage  | Heavy lightning storms  | A secret trap door  | The feeling of being watched  | Fear from trauma  | A Ouija board set out on a table  | An eerie doll  | A scream of anguish and pain  | Withered plants  | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust  | Owl eyes in the dark  | Curled, dead tree branches  | A ritual altar  | Flickering candles  | A lantern held up in the dark  | Fear of being followed  | Creaking floorboards  | Repressed, horrible memories  | Clenched teeth  | Soft, echoing piano keys  | An old book covered in dust  | Many pairs of glaring eyes  | Stumbling in pitch black darkness  | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere  | Tarot cards on a table  | A trail of blood

Person who tagged me: @redbritishsniper

Anyone who wants to do this feel free to take-

[brutalistsniper]

This acc now has a femsniper adition. So when I rp please specify which you'd like to rp with! Male or Female CBS!

[brutalistsniper]

Might make my BLU Medic OC- I'm kinda tempted.

[ disclaimer: any art used is not mine and I do not take credit for the art I post on this acc. They belong to their respected owners! ]