Wandering Grim Hollow
I want to be happy but my gun says no.
Hamilton Ardent Age: 26
Gender: M
Physical Description: Standing at around 1.70m and weighing around 70kg, Hamilton is a little on the shorter side in his neighbourhood. His hair is of a light brown colour and its the only thing that he is okay with being slightly messy. His eyes are a vivid green and usually appear sharp and focused. His physique can be described as average looking but he's stronger then he looks. Especially when angered. (Which is a rather common occurrence.)
He usually wears hoodies of natural colouring such as blue or green with the hood up. A compromise when people point out that his hair is messy. A plain t-shirt and navy blue or black 3/4 pants finish the look. Oh and his clothes are always lint free and neat.
Mental State: Has a case of OCD. Noted to clean his room a bit too much and is obsessed with cleanliness. Other then that, he's pretty sane.
Personality: If we were to go by his appearance and default expression, Hamilton would seem to be an unapproachable, no nonsense, holier-then-thou kind of person. In reality, he's actually pretty friendly but finds interaction awkward. He's also rather fatherly and patient with those younger then him, and constantly worries about his teammates. Even if he's good at hiding it.
Unless of course they dirty his room then hell hath no fury that can match his.
Personal Background:
Hamilton had a simple childhood. So simple its average. Born into a middle class family with loving parents, a brash older brother and a darling little sister. He lived a simple yet happy life in London. Everything was normal until the Reapers came. His parents were the first to go. Their screams loud and haunting. Next was his brother who selflessly pushed Hamilton and their younger sister into the Thames to save them. His loud taunts were cut short by a sick wet choke. Lastly, his sister, call it luck or mercy, died of hypothermia in the unforgiving cold waters of the Thames. Her ragged breathing just shuddered to a stop and Hamilton thought he would be next when he was found by some Weavers who brought him to the Weave. That day was the 24th of December.
Likes & Dislikes:
+ Jellied eels
+ Cleanliness
+ Planes
- Hot weather
- Messy places or people
- Yogurt (He used to like it a little too much)
Requested Core: Elite Leveled Core (Metal strings)
Requested Squad: Leader of Squad 4
Requested Rank: Rank 4
Weapon of Choice: Steel Rope Darts, Long knife
Fighting Style: Agile, swift and creative attacks are a must for the type of weapon Hamilton uses. The small knife, or dart, can be used to slash opponents from a distance while the thin metal wire can be used as a garrote to strangle or wrap around enemy limbs. He is also known to attack from unexpected angles or use decoys made of his strings.
Reason For Fighting: He keeps changing the story but the real reason he fights is to fill the void left by his family's death.
Strengths & Weaknesses:
+ Brilliant tactician and skilled at ambushes.
+ Able to take down even a Noble Reaper given enough time to plan.
- Easily distracted by messes and terrible at prolonged combat.
- Easily taken down by an Elite Reaper if caught off-guard.
Combat Experience: Hamilton has experienced plenty of combat and can easily take on Grunt Reapers with Elite Reapers being a fun and dangerous challenge for him. Noble Reapers are out of the question despite that one time he took out one. (Will go into detail in RP.)
Weave Status: Transferred Seasoned Weaver
Extra Information: Carries a clothes brush with him at all times. Just because Weavers have to fight doesn't make it an excuse to be sloppy.
Gender: M
Physical Description: Standing at around 1.70m and weighing around 70kg, Hamilton is a little on the shorter side in his neighbourhood. His hair is of a light brown colour and its the only thing that he is okay with being slightly messy. His eyes are a vivid green and usually appear sharp and focused. His physique can be described as average looking but he's stronger then he looks. Especially when angered. (Which is a rather common occurrence.)
He usually wears hoodies of natural colouring such as blue or green with the hood up. A compromise when people point out that his hair is messy. A plain t-shirt and navy blue or black 3/4 pants finish the look. Oh and his clothes are always lint free and neat.
Mental State: Has a case of OCD. Noted to clean his room a bit too much and is obsessed with cleanliness. Other then that, he's pretty sane.
Personality: If we were to go by his appearance and default expression, Hamilton would seem to be an unapproachable, no nonsense, holier-then-thou kind of person. In reality, he's actually pretty friendly but finds interaction awkward. He's also rather fatherly and patient with those younger then him, and constantly worries about his teammates. Even if he's good at hiding it.
Unless of course they dirty his room then hell hath no fury that can match his.
Personal Background:
Hamilton had a simple childhood. So simple its average. Born into a middle class family with loving parents, a brash older brother and a darling little sister. He lived a simple yet happy life in London. Everything was normal until the Reapers came. His parents were the first to go. Their screams loud and haunting. Next was his brother who selflessly pushed Hamilton and their younger sister into the Thames to save them. His loud taunts were cut short by a sick wet choke. Lastly, his sister, call it luck or mercy, died of hypothermia in the unforgiving cold waters of the Thames. Her ragged breathing just shuddered to a stop and Hamilton thought he would be next when he was found by some Weavers who brought him to the Weave. That day was the 24th of December.
Likes & Dislikes:
+ Jellied eels
+ Cleanliness
+ Planes
- Hot weather
- Messy places or people
- Yogurt (He used to like it a little too much)
Requested Core: Elite Leveled Core (Metal strings)
Requested Squad: Leader of Squad 4
Requested Rank: Rank 4
Weapon of Choice: Steel Rope Darts, Long knife
Fighting Style: Agile, swift and creative attacks are a must for the type of weapon Hamilton uses. The small knife, or dart, can be used to slash opponents from a distance while the thin metal wire can be used as a garrote to strangle or wrap around enemy limbs. He is also known to attack from unexpected angles or use decoys made of his strings.
Reason For Fighting: He keeps changing the story but the real reason he fights is to fill the void left by his family's death.
Strengths & Weaknesses:
+ Brilliant tactician and skilled at ambushes.
+ Able to take down even a Noble Reaper given enough time to plan.
- Easily distracted by messes and terrible at prolonged combat.
- Easily taken down by an Elite Reaper if caught off-guard.
Combat Experience: Hamilton has experienced plenty of combat and can easily take on Grunt Reapers with Elite Reapers being a fun and dangerous challenge for him. Noble Reapers are out of the question despite that one time he took out one. (Will go into detail in RP.)
Weave Status: Transferred Seasoned Weaver
Extra Information: Carries a clothes brush with him at all times. Just because Weavers have to fight doesn't make it an excuse to be sloppy.
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