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Not many know the exact origins of the mercenary known as Killshot. But there are some theories on how he came to be where he is today. Now keep in mind, these are just theories that were thought up by UNTIL and PRIMUS soldiers and operatives.

In The Life Of...

 It was a dull random week in the fall for K, in 2011. He received a notice in system about a possible job, along with a designated meeting location. With nothing else better to do with his time, he went to the specified location details. There at the disclosed meeting point, was a woman of Asian descent. K could tell by just looking at her, that she was a VIPER operative. They met with a cloaked man, not revealing his face or other parts of his body. He told them his name was Professor Hawke, and that he had a job for them. K only chuckled at the man, wondering why he should bother working with someone from VIPER. Hawke assured him, that the pay out for the two would be well worth their time, if they could handle the tasks. Still displeased with it all, he accepted the contract as did Blood Virus. They were instructed that one a specific day, they were to break into the Battle of Detroit Museum. Once there, they were to steal certain encrypted data that was very valuable to Hawk. K didn't want to really bother with petty thievery, but it was part of the contract. The two operatives managed to get themselves in the Museum hooking up a device given to them, by Hawke, to the old database system. Doctor Destroyer had stolen some important files while he had Detroit under his iron fist, and Hawke wanted what his back. They waited a few minutes for the encrypted coding to get cracked by the state of the art hacking tool, but they had what they needed once it was done. They begun to head for the exit, when the X-pelled Academy, a school for young super-humans, was on a field trip there. Damn, so a group of kids discovered them? K wasn't going to let them and their teachers stop him from completing his job. They students and teachers acted out against the two operatives, launching their attempt to subdue them. In K's head he asked himself, why do they even bother to try? He knew that they would just end up like the rest who have tried, injured or dead. He and Blood Virus made their own moves back at the group, injuring a few of the students and a teacher. Once the class begun to head to their injured, the two made a run for it.

  The two met with the so called Professor Hawke. "Good", the man said as he received the data that was stolen from him. K wanted to know why a class of super-humans were there, but it turned out to be part of the plan. Hawke informed the two that he had a personal grudge against the Director of the X-pelled Academy. He never explained what exactly it was, but all K knew was that Hawke was set on turning Carolina's creation on her. The next part of his plan though, was to assault the students of the Academy. K of course feeling like an idiot for accepting this now. K, a world class assassin, lowered to taking on young learning super-humans? K only grew agitated with the thought, wanting to kill the man who employed them. Then his mind set in, at least it is an easy job to get paid on. K didn't want to plan any of this, rather let Blood Virus take the heat for any failed planning. So leaving it all up to the so called VIPER agent, she planned their attacks and abductions. Hawke wanted to make it look like a group of Anti-Superhuman Terrorists was targeting the students of the school. For a week, Blood Virus and K targeted students for Hawke. In the students darkest hours, Hawke would show up to aid the terrified students and try to help them. All in hopes to turn Carolina's students against her. However one day, the two hired guns were attacked by two students by the names, Jeremy and Havoc. Jeremy and Havoc had found out that someone by the same alias that Blood Virus had used, was living near the school. The four battled it out at the apartment complex. Several minutes into the fight, Hawke showed up and blew his cover. He told his two hires to leave, because this was part of the plan. Jeremy and Havoc were confused, as K and Blood Virus left the scene.

  Hawke set up another meeting the following week, scolding the two for what they made him do. He proceeded to calm down, and told them that there was one final task. The Academy was setting up for a Thanksgivings Day Party down in Vibora Bay, Florida. He knew the location of the party, and informed them it was to be held on the S.S. Bayou Queen. The two were instructed about their last mission, rig the ship with enough explosives to blow it sky high. Killing all the students and teachers inside during the encounter. This was to happen when Hawke gave the signal, for K and Blood Virus to detonate the explosives. The two mercenaries made their way down from Michigan to Florida, by car. K knew this whole contract was going to end in failure, with Hawke and his endeavor. He knew Hawke was going off the deep end with it all. But K and Blood Virus did as instructed, when no one was at the ship, they planted C4 and various explosives. Finally, the Thanksgivings Day Party was happening. The two operatives were some distance away, watching the ship and waiting for Hawke's so called signal. K is still unsure what happened in there, but all he saw was police cars arriving at the scene. Hawke come out, being handed over to the authorities. K tosses the detonator into the water and walks away, leaving Blood Virus. To him, if there was no pay then there was no boom for the buck. After the whole failed contract, on his employer's part, K returned to his real employer for some work.

(Night Raine Storyline)

Issue #1: Greetings Evermore City, My Name is K

The sun was low in the sky crescent upon the horizon. The mercenary was laid-back behind the wheel of a 2012 Dodge Durango that he had procured. A woman by the name of Amaya Gardner was fast asleep in the passenger seat. Leaving suddenly the previous morning, to reach a city on the east coast ten hours away, had taken a toll on her. Amaya was nervous about the whole idea of returning back to Evermore City, because she had left there for a reason. They had discussed prior to departure, about her past relations with the city and facing those fears that chased her away. K was at two minds with himself; one knew what she had to deal with from her past, but the other half just wanted to have some good old fashioned violence. His obsession with murder had been growing more and more as of late, but it wasn't anything he could help. He looked over at her, as he was driving through a run downed section of the city. A few towering skyscrapers off in the distance, the morning sun reflecting off the windows.

"We're here," he said to her as she had begun to wake.

She slouches in her seat, not really wanting to believe the man. But she could tell by looking around, that he was speaking the truth. K was turning the wheel, heading down to another street. Graffiti lined the worn brick walls of various buildings. Pedestrians passed each other on the sidewalk, some bumping into others. Glancing out her window, Amaya witnessed one man walking up to another. The man, no doubt a gang member of sorts, cocked his arm back. He hurled his right clinched fist at the other person, who was on his cell and minding his own business.

"Where we're stayin’ is only a minute out," he said as he interrupted her train of thought.

She notices what looked like a motel sign for a ‘Bed & Breakfast Motel’. Pulling the SUV into the motel parking-lot; he found an empty parking spot. It was a barren lot, with only a couple cars scattered about. He wanted a spot near the middle of the two story motel complex. K drove past a spot slowly, but very quickly set the car into reverse. The man in the round red tinted shades, made sure he had a quick get-away plan. He turns off the ignition, and looks at her, opening the driver side door.

"Stay 'ere and watch the car, I'll be back with the keys." He tells her as he steps out from the vehicle, taking the keys with him.

She just sighs, knowing this isn’t exactly the best part of town. K hears the passenger door open in the distance, as he continues walking to the front office door.

A bell chimes throughout the room, as he pushes the see-through metal framed door open. K glances around, not seeing much; a few horribly uncomfortable chairs along the wall, dreadful scenery artwork, and the front desk that had a few pamphlets for visitors. Tilting his head as he begins to stares at one of them, ‘Welcome to Evermore City, the city of today!’ Well, at least Millennium isn’t the only place claiming this, he proceeded through his head.

“Can I help you?” Asks an elderly looking man, slightly hunched over, as he walks from a room from behind the desk.

"Yea, I have rooms under the name, Mister Sydney." He says pushing the shades very slightly up the bridge of his nose, watching the old timer carefully.

The older gentlemen turns around, waddling back to where he just was in the backroom.

Rolling his eyes, as the wrinkled man vanishes from sight, “Great,” he thought to himself.

He has to wait on someone who can barely walk around; yeah this is going to go over well. K can only hope that nothing is going on outside, with Amaya and their way out of the city. A few minutes pass by, before the man returns with the two sets of keys in hand.

“Checkout is at noon, on Sunday, Mister Sydney.” The old man behind the desk lets him know, as he hands the keys over.

Taking the keys in hand, he just stares at the man for a brief moment, before turning around. Taking a few steps over to the exit, he can’t help but think of how much he needed this trip. Sure he had work to do for ARGENT, but this was more on a personal level. Not every day you get to take down an entire mafia organization. He stuffs the keys into his coat pocket, placing the other hand on the pull bar. A gust of the morning wind swoops in, as he pulls open the chiming door. The wind blows the tails of his finely made red cloth trench coat.
He leaves the office, the door slowly closing itself behind him, inhaling the morning city air. It is nice to get a whiff of another industrialist, and horrible, city's scent, that isn’t filled with heroes. Something catches his attention, as he looks to the SUV. He notices a man, younger gentleman with brown hair, from the looks of it. He was standing near the rear end of the car, with what appeared to be a wide grin on his face. No doubt now that he had friends with him. K chuckled to himself with pleasure, as he knew he was going to have some fun with this. He took his sweet time walking over to aid the woman he came here with.

“Snap the neck? No, to easy; maybe scare the hell out of them on the spot, with lesser means,” K’s mind was at battle with itself over how to handle them.

As he moved closer he heard chatter, from Amaya and someone else. Sounded like a kid who needed to be taught a lesson in manners, mainly to never try and steal a vehicle owned by someone who kills for a living. He got a glimpse of who she was talking too, as he drew closer to the crowded car. A man with a shaved head and in a black leather spiked jacket with patches stitched on; he had his arm extended and pointed at his companion. The man was most likely holding a knife, or maybe a handgun, judging by how he held out his arm. It was obvious though, they wanted either Amaya or the Durango. K stops right behind the younger man, as he leans to the side for a moment, looking at the group leader. He arches his back in order to crack his back. Soft and quiet pops come out of the action, and boy was K disappointed by it. He was hoping to catch their attention with some loud metallic like pops of his spine. He shrugs to himself, as he reaches into his trench coat. From the chest harnessed holster, he pulls one of his custom-built ARGENT pistols. He gets a nice firm hold on the grip of the gun, as he looks to his soon to be meat shield. He wraps his left arm around his newly acquired victim. His grip fighting the urge to crush the man's windpipe.

“Shh…” The mercenary hushes the thug, as he casually takes aim with his pistol.

The gang leader, laughing at a conversation he was having with his other accomplice on the other side of the car. He calls out to his friend, who went quiet on him.

“Frankie?” He asks chuckling, as he turns his head with a wide grin on his face.

The once happily grinning look was soon replaced with a more pale and horrified disbelief. K saw what the man was holding now, a puny little switchblade. But on the other end, the grease-ball couldn’t exactly tell what their assailant was looking at. Only thing that baldie knew, was that there is a gun pointed at him. K glances up to the shocked expression he caused.

“W-Who are yo-?” The bladed man stutters in an attempt to ask, but he was interrupted by a gunshot.

A bullet went straight through the extended right wrist of the wielder. Blood flys out from the exit wound, as gravity soon takes hold of it.

“My hand, he shot my fucking hand!” The thug leader cries out, as he no longer has a grip to hold onto the knife.

The bald man sways due to the blood pouring from his veins. All of a sudden, he collapses to his knees, blood trickling down his hand and fingers. Probably feeling very light headed due to the blood loss. A young black haired teenager runs over, out from the cover of the Durango, to aid his bleeding friend.

"If I ever see ya faces again, I’ll pop a bullet in all ya heads," he reassured the thugs before removing his arm from around the neck of his captive. “Now piss off,” commands the group of dimwitted young thugs.

Amaya just watches the scene that unfolded in front of her, as the two guys lean down to pick up their injured third. Like dogs with their tails tucked between their legs, as they make their way back to the world of scumbags. She watches them chased off by the lone gunman who brought her back to the city. He finally comes into her sights, and all he does is takes another sniff of the air.

“You didn’t have to fucking put a bullet into him, you know?” She does her best to keep her posture, trying to stand up to the heartless mercenary.

Taking a brief glance at the woman, he turns his back to her. Does his coldness know no bounds? It is a question that seems to be raised a lot with him. Something that still seems noted when dealing with him; is that he doesn’t care for the life of others, or at least so it seems. He takes a couple steps over, holstering the stainless steel death machine back into its leather home. Reaching into his pants pocket, with the hand not holding anything, he pushes the ‘Unlock’ button a couple times. The clicking of the lock assured K that his goodies were awaiting him inside. His hand leaves the confined space of the khaki cargo pants. Feeling something on his finger tips, he flicks his fingers of the pocket lint that had cluttered up from within.

“Right…” He mutters to himself, as he remembers the room keys. He pads himself down, just for the hell of things, before reaching into his coat pockets. Not worrying which key he pulled out, he just randomly removes one and tosses it over. Amaya holds her hands out, to catch the key that she’ll have to use. “Come get ya thin’s, and go to your's. I’ll get you when we start later ta’night.” He instructs her in an almost tired or exhausted tone.

One can wonder how much sleep someone like him gets, but it sure isn’t enough. She slides her index finger through the key ring, as she walks over to the back of the vehicle. She is greeted with K grabbing and handing her the suitcase she packed for unknown length of stay. She really doesn’t want to bother him by saying anything; she just slowly nods before pulling out the handle to walk her suitcase. He watches her stroll away, wondering how she’ll handle the events that will no doubt be taking place tonight. He leans into the trunk, taking hold of the dufflebag’s handles. The main thought on his mind, however, isn’t that of Amaya. He can’t help but think; how many are going to die exactly? He places his hand up onto the trunk door, over head, and brings it down in a slam.

The sun quickly descended into the horizon, as a quarter moon soon rose to takes its place in the sky. The sky glowed with the lights that beamed up from the city.

“Ah, the nightlife, how enjoyable…” He mutters to himself in a tone that would feel of sarcasm.

He stares out of the motel room’s window, looking at the street lamp lit sidewalks and road. Very few seem to be roaming by now; whether it was due to the incident he caused earlier or if it is due to the crime that happens at night. The question remains on his mind, how many would die just tonight alone. He shakes his head thinking the number wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the thought. He turns away from the window, with a pistol in hand. He stands at the ready, wearing his tactical clothing. His infamous dark red and brown-leather lined Kevlar vest is fastened and secure. There was no way he was going to be losing this baby. He inserts his index finger in the trigger guard, as he begins to twirl it around. How he loves to do this; it makes him feel like he was an outlaw in the Wild West. Always on the run from the law, who is doing their best to track him down and hang him, for his sinister crimes. A smirk forms on his lips, as he ceases the spinning, shoving the pistol into a red gun holster on his right leg. Turning around to face the door, he walks over to the coat rack to grab hold of his coat. His trench coat hung off of the old wooden thing. K couldn’t help but think of how old this place was, mainly wondering how long that desk man had been working here. He shakes his head of the thoughts. He lifts his coat up off the rack, and slides his arms through the sleeves. He heads to the door, proceeding to open and shut it as he exits the room.

Upon exiting his room he looks at the door to his left, Amaya’s motel room. Hopefully she rested up some more, for what could be some sleepless nights to come. He takes a couple steps over, standing in front of the maroon colored door. He raises his fist up, and bangs on the door. If she was sleeping, the loud ruckus coming from the door would soon wake her.

“What is it?” She yells from behind the door, from what he could tell she was towards the back of her room.
“Hurry up because we’re goin’ out for a night on the town.” His masks the sarcasm behind the tone of a casual but firm sounding voice.

The motel door soon opens in front of him, Amaya walks out from the darkness of her room, still looking ever so nervous about what is to come. Does she dare ask him to return to Millennium? She knows he brought her all the way out here, he sort of made his point with it. Her mind began to dwell on her thoughts prior to her packing, the regret about wanting to come out here. Though she knew it wouldn’t matter, since he wasn’t going to listen, either way.

“Where are we going?” She asks him in curious tone, waiting for him to head off to where ever he planned on taking her.

“Not a damn clue, so ya need to point me in the right direction.” His tone changed to a more serious one. It was pretty obvious he was focused on who needed to be dealt with, tonight.

K nods towards the parking lot, as he steps down the curb. She follows closely behind after him, trying to think of what to say to him. She hadn’t been here for a while, what if place has changed? Not the time to assume that it has, because she has to face what is to come their way. Well, at least one person in the duo has too.
She remembers that there was a club not too terribly far from here, “So, there is a club that is just down the road from here. Marino’s thugs tend to do business around there.” She tells him in a flat tone.
K slows down for her to take the lead, “Fine, then lead the way, sheila.”

The two past various buildings and alleys, as they every step brought them closer to the supposed nightclub. The neon-lights from the pawnshops or the liquor stores, add some color to the streets they walk. But still doesn’t divert to how trashy it was in the heart of it all. There was a sort of easement with K, walking through here. Violence scattered about the city, and no one does anything to stop it? Well, it would come to no surprise with the police in the pockets of the mafia, no doubt. The so called law enforcement, or even the so called gangs of this city, wouldn’t be about to handle a force like K. A world-class assassin set loose into a city where killing is free game to him, and no one has a chance in stopping him? A sinister smirk appears across his lips, as he follows behind, Amaya.

She turns the corner, with K following shortly after her. Thumping beats come from within building, and a line outside that spans half a block. The mafia owned nightclub, huh? This should be an interesting one, but he wasn’t planning on going in there. He looks around the place, for any other notable paths of interest. Bingo, a darkened alleyway right next to the large club.

He breaks off from her, as she turns around to look at him, “Where are you going?” She inquires following after him.

“Workin’…” He says in a cold and quiet tone, but it was muffled over the loud thumps coming from the club.

Instinct drew him into the narrowed section that was the back ends of the club. The killer within him could tell something somewhere was back here. K began to glance about, as he casually walks down the passage way which led to another street. A grey mangy cat hisses, arching its back at K in defense of its territory. However, as he drew closer to the alley cat, it quickly skews away making for a dumpster nearby. The mercenary’s attention was focused on an off-shoot in the alley, as he made his way over. Voices were heard on the other side, faint under the sound of the club music. K peered around the corner, to see what was happening.

Down the dead end was the back entrance of the club, an industrial light hangs above the door. Under the light that was beaming down, stood a rather muscular goon in what looked like a black t-shirt and khaki slacks. K could tell he was standing roughly at almost seven feet tall, and appeared to be kicking the life out of the injured patron on the ground, just outside the rear club door. Walking around the brute was a smaller gentleman by comparison, wearing a business suit. Pretty obvious to K, at this point, on who was the puppet and who was pulling the strings. That big guy wasn’t going to be a problem and it was time to send a message to this organization. K was in town, and they best hide while they could.
He turns his head to get a glimpse of Amaya, “Stay right here…” He orders her as he reaches into his trench coat, pulling out of pistol.

K was starting to wonder when the first set of prey would show up for him. Like a lion stalking its prey, he walks very slowly in the shadows of the alley. He switches the safety off, as he tucks his other hand back inside to a coat pocket. Out from the inside of his coat comes a silencer for his instrument of death. No need to cause an alarm to the surrounding area. He places it over the barrel, as he screws it securely on.

“Time to play then…” He grins at the mischievous thought, taking slow steps as he lowers the pistol down to his waist line.

The shorter man laughs, looking down at the person on the ground, in mockery for something he did. “What are you looking at, you piece of shit, huh?” He questions the man on the ground, who seems to be staring off into the darkness of the alley.

With a cordially chuckle, he looks over to where the helpless soul was gazing at. There stood a black silhouette of someone, but who was it? Why is this guy just standing there watching? Oh well, it didn’t matter to him, “Jimmy! Go take out that bozo for me, I can handle this mutt.”

“Yeah, sure thing boss,” says the towering brute as he turns to head down the alley. He smashes a fist into the palm of his other hand, only try and up the intimidation factor.

K tilts his head to the left, as he perks a brow watching the behemoth walks over. Was he really trying to scare him? Wasn’t exactly going to work, but hey why not try right?

Jimmy speaks louder in an effort and talk over the music coming from the club. “So you know I am going to have to break you-…” One impact of bullet interrupts him in mid-sentence. One bullet after another, hits the poor brute. The third shot to the head, sent him backwards to collapse onto the ground.

It ran through K’s mind, three shots; one for the heart, one for his windpipe, and the last for his brain. He resumed continuing forward, slowly emerging out from the darkness that concealed him.

The sound of his minion thudding to the hard cement below sent the capo into a state of worry. Who does this guy think he is to kill one of ours? Does he have a death wish? “Hey dumbass, who the fuck do you think ya are huh?” He points his finger at the mysterious killer, who only steadily walks closer to him.

As he steps futher towards the light that shines down over the mafia suit, a small fraction of it reflects off the red lens of his shades. It flashes in the slowly fading darkness, as K reveals himself to the criminal.

“W-Wait… W-Why do you look familiar?” The now frightened suit begins to slowly step the opposite way of deranged man coming towards him.

The Australian doesn’t bother to say a word he just squeezes the trigger once. A muffled shot leaves his pistol, as a bullet finds its way to the Italian’s knee cap.

“Shit!” He yells as he grabs his right knee, “Fucking hell man! Fuck you, fuck y-…” He trails off, as the mercenary stands over him with his pistol pointed down right at him.

“Oh why don’t ya just take a wild shot in the dark, as ta who I am…” The mercenary says in a cold, almost emotionless, taunting tone.

It finally hits the injured man after a several seconds, “I… I… am fucked… You’re that contract killer, guy, aren’t ya. I mean… K-kill-,” His pitch heightens as K presses the barrel of the suppressor into the man’s wound, “Killshot, fuck stop!”

“Well, I’ll give ya that since ya’re right on the money, for an idiot. Now, tell me where ya fat pig of a boss is…” He twists the barrel very slowly in a half circular motion, as he is crouched beside his victim.

“Fuck you, ya kangaroo fucker! I ain’t gonna tell you shit!” He yells at the man with the gun, before spitting on K’s face.

The Australian reaches up and wipes the saliva from his cheek, “Really now… Resortin’ ta that kind of actions… Okay…” He trails off as he squeezes the trigger once again.

“FUCK!” The downed capo yells as loud as he could, as the bullet went straight through again. “God fuck you!” He begins to breathe very heavily as his heart races.

“Well, since ya ain’t gonna be easy ta cooperate with…” He removes the barrel from the man’s leg, and aims it at his head.

“Alright, alright! Just, kill me and I’ll tell ya alright?” The capo says as he holds his hands up, wincing as he lets go of his wound.

“No promises, now talk…” K demands the man, still keeping his gun aimed.

“Alright… Well in a couple days, there is a meeting down at the docks. Some warehouse that is all I know man.” He shakes as panic begins to consume his thoughts.

“Better, now here’s a message for your boss…” He gets ready to pull the trigger again
“No no n-!” A muffled gunshot and a bullet to the man’s head, the capo’s now lifeless head holds an ‘o’ with his lips, as it falls down to the cement below bouncing for a brief moment with the sudden impact.

The cold blooded mercenary gets up on his feet again, looking at the blood on his pistol. He brings it close to his trench coat to wipe off the fresh splats of blood. Wrapping his with the cloth of his coat, he polishes what he can. But there was still the man who was being beaten.

The poor soul was at the wrong place, at the wrong time, “T-thank you sir, I don’t know how to repay you.” The young looking man says to the killer with the red shades.

“Yeah yeah…” K says as he turns around pointing the pistol into the less than fortunate man’s direction. Two barely visible muzzle-flashes leave the pistol, as the man is hit twice in the chest. K begins to make his way back to Amaya, finally after his interrogation was over.

Blood slowly trails out of the now dead club patron’s mouth.

Accomplices

These are the few mercenaries, and other persons working for ARGENT, that K calls upon when he needs assistance. The mercenaries who he calls on, are the elite task-force members of <b>The Taskmasters</b>

Since K is a villainous gun for hire, he has worked for various groups; terrorist groups, governments, organizations, and of course villains.

Shockingly enough some people, that K knows, aren't mercenaries or villains. Some are just people who are civilians, or neutral super-humans. These encounters tend to be rare though, since normal civies aren't worth K's time.

Competition

Working as a mercenary for hire, K isn't the only one of his profession. He does have a number of years over his competitors, which gives him an advantage, but not everyone hires Killshot. It is a tricky world to be apart of, with temporary alliances where partners will back stab each other for the highest pay out. Everyone will try to climb over one another to become the next Taipan, but K even doubts his abilities to be that good. The mercenaries and assassins below are some of Killshot's rivals and partners.
((If you would like your mercenary's name listed below, feel free to message me in-game!))

"Survivors"

Powers & Abilities

Strength:He workouts every other day lifting, on average, roughly four hundred to four hundred and fifty pounds. Four hundred and fifty pounds is not his limit however, he can go up to a little under eight hundred pounds

Stamina: His stamina is remarkable as he could go on non-stop for fifteen hours before he even considers throwing in the towel, due to to exhaustion.

Speed: His running speed is clocked at about twenty-three miles per hour, but can sprint up to almost thirty or slightly more.

Reflexes: As stated his nervous system was enhanced, allowing him greater reflexes. His body can send neuron messages much faster than the average human to process body functions faster. Which grants him a near superhuman reaction time. Whether it be grabbing objects thrown at him in midair or quickly dodging melee attacks, he will surely respond with an attack of his own shortly after.

Sensory System: Not all of his senses are at peak level, but his sight and hearing are. K's sight is very keen, meaning he could fire a bullet in between moving obstructions at fast speeds. His eyes are capable of seeing, to some extent, in total darkness. Though the darkness can be deceiving at times. His hear is superb as he could hearing the quietest squeak in the floor a room or three away. It is very hard to sneak up on this man, let a lone try to get him from a far.

Agility: This mercenary is very nimble and agile. He can move past or up obstacles and evade attacks with almost most no trouble. Even jumping from building top to another building top isn't too much trouble, only if the other roof is within thirty feet of him that is.

Weaknesses

Equipment

K's "best friends" are two pistols that are of ARGENT design, and K fell in love with them. These pistols are a technological marvel in forms of how pistols work. Custom built to be voiced activated, as well as only operate for the user who is identified for the weapon. There is usually a switch for semi to full-auto pistols, but this one is just a voice command. The pistol will switch from semi to full-automatic if the wielder choices, but also has a built in feature to switch to semi when low on ammunition. The thing that makes it unique is round filter. It has the ability to change the round within the chamber to the specified round at the wielder's command. The model is slightly larger than the original, but that is to compensate for the amount of technology that went into it.

Special Ammunition:

Special Ammunition:

Viperium Flex Alloy suit with Kendrium plating

K's tactical metal casing armor is one of his prized possessions. He has stormed in on many operations wearing this armor, and regardless if he has regeneration or not, he came out without a scratch with his armor on. His suit is made out of stolen Viperium Flex Alloys, since he had so much fun with it back when he was being a test guinea pig for VIPER. So with it being as flexible as it is, he goes in knowing he is mostly protected, and will be very stylish while he works. His tactical armored kendrium plated vest, has four pouches where he stores his energy packs for his particle weapons. Plus the four on his armored hip wear he stores various devices, trinkets, and more ammunition, that he brings from his personal armory. Now wearing this into combat, he has had to run tests on it to see how it holds up. From what his tests showed, it can barely withstand a single .50 caliber round, and is resistant to smaller rounds. He has flamed the suit, trying to incinerate it with a flamethrower. Which there were minor burn marks, but nothing major or holes in the suit. Other tests required it having acid and other corrosive liquids being launched or poured on it. And the suit didn't exactly hold up very well in some tests. The inside has a built in thermal system and is activated when the temperature gauge falls below 40 Degrees Fahrenheit. Just so the wearer doesn't freeze on the inside.

He also has a recolored version of his armor, like some of his other wears. He was issued new armor upon joining ARGENT, but requested it be of his armor's design. The only noticeable change is the chest armor wear is different. ARGENT used their signature armor plating for K's new outfitted armor look. Though as stated, some of his other outfitted attire be recolored to ARGENT. Which most of the time you will see him in his red and black, unless he is working strictly on an ARGENT Operation.

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Dragon Skin SOV-2000

Even though he has a flexible armored suit, he prefers to wear his bullet resistant vest. It allows him for far superior mobility than his armored attire, but at the cost of protection regardless even if he doesn't need it. Instead of the tan color that the vest comes in he took the liberty of recoloring to a more suitable one of his tastes, red. The vest is very durable to various types of firearms ranging from 9mm bullets to 7.62 NATO rounds.

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Kevlar Chest Wear Padded with Type III Hard Armor Plating

This specially made torso protection is fitted with various size of ultra-light polyethylene plates. They protect the areas of his abdomen, pectoral, spinal, and shoulder regions. Being fitted with different sizes of type III plating he is protected from several small arms and rifle ammunition, but only in the areas. The weight and armor grade, allows K for greater mobility as well as decent armor protection.

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Soundtrack

Even a cold blooded killer needs themes, right?

The songs that would play during an encounter with the gun for hire. Well better crank these up to eleven, while you give him your A-game.

Did you just get bested by the mercenary?

Against all odds, you proved your skills to beat the mercenary.

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  Artwork done by Aen The Artist

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  Artwork done by Eryck Webb

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  Artwork done by Eryck Webb

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  Artwork done by Eryck Webb

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  Artwork done by Eryck Webb

Tropes

Badass Longcoat - The man loves his red trench coat, and if you can spot him then you can best bet you'll see him in one.

Beard Of Evil - What can he say, K loves his gotee.

Older Than They Look - Due to VIPER Experiments, K still looks the same age as to when he went into the project. Even though that was over twenty years ago.

Sinister Shades - The tinted glasses hides his always watching eyes.

Awesome Aussie - He is one Aussie who you just want to avoid.

Cold Sniper - Being how he was top of his sniper class, and then almost brainwashed by VIPER...

Determinator - Even with the odds against K, he still see his contract through.

Even Evil Has Standards - The man might seems like an emotionless killer, but come on... Lets not get too over the top here.

Implacable Man - Once K is hired for his services, even if he has to be shot at or blown up, he is going to come after you. His healing factor is just going to make sure he lives to kill you.

Magnificent Bastard - K is an all over kind of villain, charming, manipulative, bold, and cunning. He isn't an individual to trifle with.

Necessarily Evil - Being a trained killer and working the field for so long, even he has questioned his morality. But hey, if he didn't do what he did then who else would? Well no one according to him, because that is why he is himself and not anyone else.

Properly Paranoid - K has make enemies around the globe, and in which case mostly PRIMUS. So with a few government groups breathing down your neck, aren't you going to be super extra cautious?

Sociopathic Soldier - K would classify as the Type IIII of this. Being that he use to be a man who fought for his country, and was very proud of it. But then VIPER broke him down, to what he is today.

Badass Normal - Back in his days of the SASR, he ranked among one of the shots in the history of the group.

Contract On The Hitman - Seeing how he managed to escape from VIPER, they sort of placed a price on his head.

Dark And Troubled Past - Little is known about K's past, and the very few people who know of it wish they didn't.

Empowered Badass Normal - After being used in VIPER's experiments, K gained many abilities as a result. I.E: His healing factor, accelerated muscle tissue, enhanced nervous system, and senses.

Evil Parents Want Good Kids - Yes, K secretly has a son that no one knows about. And he rather hopes the boy doesn't grow up to be like his old man.

Healing Factor - The sole reason that K is still live after all this time.

Made Of Iron - He has a skeleton laced with Viperium Flex Alloy, so he is literally almost made of iron.

Mysterious Parent - This is one father, who tries to stay away from his kid. Just out of the fact even K knows it is best for the child. Granted he has made sure that his son is well cared for, as in he gave the mother of his child some cash.

Old Soldier - This Aussie has been a soldier for almost forty years. Spent twenty of his years as a Soldier of Fortune.

Outlaw - K is a gunman in hiding, sort of. Since he has angered the likes of PRIMUS and a few other agencies around the world. Not to mention that he shot his way out of the Millennium City Police Department back in '06...

Spy Couple & Troubled, But Cute - Silver Serpent and Killshot have a love style rivalry going on against one another. Silver is at K's throat due to her obligation with VIPER, but she can't bring herself to ever to actually kill the man. The two could be considered romantic interests, since K seems to act the same way with Silver with not wanting her dead. At least the two just fight it out, like the couple they seem to be, and then make it up to each other later.

Super Soldier - Exactly what it says, K is what any soldier wishes they were like... An efficient killing machine, with the ability to basically not die.

Action Dad - A villain mercenary with a baby boy, what else?

Boom, Headshot - What? How else do you think K came up with his codename?

Combat Pragmatist - K doesn't exactly care for a fair fight, since some of his targets are super-human. He is going to expose each of your weak points, one way or another, and take you down. So long as you end up dead, and he gets paid, that is all that matters.

Crazy Prepared - There is hardly a situation K hasn't prepared for. He likes to be prepared for almost any outcome, and if it ends up bad for him... Well he has a back-up plan of some kind, right?

Good Old Fisticuffs - For when guns aren't enough, or K just ran out of bullets.

Gun Nut - K has a thing for firearms, what? He doesn't consider his pistols to being some of his best friends...

Guns Akimbo - One pistol just isn't enough for him.

The Gunslinger - K could be described as a cowboy from the Old West, the way he handles his pistols. Then you remember that he is a trained killer who is shooting at you... And then, yeah see Boom, Headshot for an update.

Improbable Aiming Skills - Going all the way back to his SASR days, K seemed like a marksman without equal.

Knife Nut - Even a gun nut has a thing for knives. Because face it guns can't solve most problems, but knives can sure fill in for that spot! Besides, they make for nice quiet throwing weapons.

The Modern Day Rambo - I think this says enough, but to be on the safe side... Basically if K is there, then someone wants you dead. Like really dead.

Multi Ranged Master - Whether be his pistols, sub-machine gun, plasma rifle, sniper rifle, or even his knife.

Never Bring A Knife To A Fist Fight - Really? Combat Expert versus a knife, let's find out then.

Never Bring A Knife To A Gun Fight - Now, you're just being stupid.

Super Reflexes - Enhanced senses meets his enhanced nervous system and accelerated muscles. Yeah, K says bring it on.

Trench Coat Warfare - Buttoned up, and packing a dragonskin ballistics vest underneath. As well as some pistols for you know, killing things?

We Do the Impossible - Whether it be just K, or him with his team, he is known to overcome the odds. Or at least damn near come close to it.

Would Hit A Girl - What kind of cold killer wouldn't? Unless they have a policy for not hitting woman.
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Absence Of Evidence - Considering most of his assassinations, come from a great distance away. Still K doesn't like to leave evidence behind, but he does like leaving a bloody mess.

Badass Crew - K and, his team of professional mercenaries, The Taskmasters.

Consummate Professional - Widely known for his professionalism and getting the job done, as well as being one of the best shots on the planet.

I Did What I Had To Do - There is a moment where K felt it was needed, even if it was a good or evil decision. And in the end, K knew it had to be done.

Nothing Personal - To him, he doesn't want to do this to whoever. But, it is just business to him.

Only In It For The Money - He is a soldier of FORTUNE, yeah. If he wasn't in it for the money then he might as well be a psychopath, right?

Private Military Contractor - ARGENT does hire K out to their partners, to ensure their transactions are completed. Then there are times where their partners wish people vanished. Oh, K gets paid in the end.

Professional Killer - He kills people for a living and is very good at what he does. The man is also very wealthy because of line of work.
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