Shawn Terrance Valentine

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Shawn Terrance Valentine
’I will not bow, I will not break, I will shut the world away.

FULL NAME My name Is Shawn Terrance Valentine.
NICKNAMES You can call me Shawn. Or ‘Ruthless’ Shawn Valentine is my ring name in MMA. But that was long ago.
AGEI’m 25 years old.
GENDER Last time I checked I had a—you know what, nevermind. I’m a male.
BIRTHDAY Jan. 26th.
SPECIES I’m a Hunter, got a problem with that?
ALLIANCE Light.
SEXUALITY Heterosexual.. most definitely.

PLAY-BY I’ve been told I look like Dwayne “the Rock” Johnson.
EYES Brown, and uhm.. regularly shaped?
HAIR My hair is dark brown, and I tend to keep it shaved close during the summer..
BODY TYPE My body? Why don’t you ask the ladies how toned I am chief.
HEIGHT 6’1”
WEIGHT 225lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES hm, well I fancy aviator sunglasses, and I have a great smile.
STYLE I wear whatever I feel like wearing. I love suits though. Armani, Gucci… Versace…

LIKES At least 10.

• Jack Daniels Shots, Straight.
  
• Attractive females.
  
• Fighting, I’ve done MMA for years.
  
• Shooting guns. I’m especially good with a rifle, and pistols. ( you really don’t have to AIM with a shotgun)
  
• Swearing. I have a filthy fucking mouth.
  
• Sweet talking women, (But I have a silver tongue.)
  
• The smell of Aqua Di Gio
  
• Perfect tailored suits.
  
• Tactical boots and Kevlar suits. (never know when shit will pop off)
  
• Blowing things up.
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• Werewolves. They smell like wet dog.
  
• Vodka. How do the Russians even drink that shit?
  
• Stuck up girls.
  
• Guys who think they’re badass… but are all ‘talk’
  
• People who take everything too seriously.
  
• Anything that isn’t human… and out to deter humanity.
  
• Being stuck in traffic
  
• Running out of gas far away from home. (it’s happened… trust me.)
  
• Running out of ammo.
  
• Tight spaces.
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• Physical agility and fitness.
  
• Almost dead-shot aim.
  
• High morale, and intelligence.
  
• Integrity through the roof.
  

WEAKNESSES At least 4.

• Soft spot for women
  
• Soft spot for children
  
• Never backs down
  
• Has a super bad temper when provoked.
  

HABITS At least 3.

• Drinking,
  
• Smoking
  
• Swearing
  

FEARS At least 3.

• Dying alone.
  
• Spiders
  
• Snakes.
  

DESIRES At least 1.

• To make the world a better place; to find someone of his own and make a family; and to own a Porsche one day.
  

SECRETS At least 1.

• Played Elvis in a musical one time, and loves to sing.
  

OVERALL
I am a hard-ass first and foremost; hate to be blunt or anything. I grew up on the streets of Memphis, Tennessee; born to an underprivileged family, so I know how to survive and fight to live day after day. I’m a professional fighter, with a career record of 43 wins and 3 losses, which means I can take all you want to throw at me.. and keep coming. You can’t scare me; I don’t care if you’re the biggest, toughest.. black belt out there in the world… I’m not scared of you. I’ll step up and fight, no matter what. Some call that stupidity.. but I call that honor, and valor. I don’t back down. I’m honest, and friendly.. until you push me.. when I lose my temper.. I’m like the hulk, and you defiantly won’t like me.

I like the finer things in life. Fast cars, Fast women, and tailor made suits. I never had these things growing up, and making it as a fighter allowed me to experience the finer life. I stick up for my friends, and I’d fight to the death for them… and women and children have a special place in my heart. I may be big and mean… sometimes; but deep inside there’s a sweet talking, funny guy just waiting to get out. Pry around a little.

MOTHER Donna Faye Valentine- Deceased
FATHER James Xavier Valentine- Deceased
SIBLINGS None.
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE I have no one left.
ETHNICITY My family is from Hawaii.
WEALTH STATUS easily 280K a year. He’s a pro fighter and a hunter.
OVERALL
Well, like I mentioned before.. I was born in Memphis, Tennessee. My parents came here from Hawaii a couple years before I was born. ( boy did they make a mistake) So, by the time I was brought into this world.. my parents had been drowned in debt and the economy was garbage.

Great right? When I got old enough to learn the ways of the city.. and just how the whole “hustling” thing worked… I made the money around the house. This was shortly after my dad died. He was ‘car jacked’ one night after work… and left for dead in a gutter. So I began hustling money by fighting. Random back alley brawls at first. Why? Because I was good at it. Unlike the other kids who were out selling drugs, and robbing folks… I was fighting the self-deemed “thugs” and getting my name out there. After a while, it paid off.

I was good at what I did, that was for sure. It seemed as though fighting came naturally to me. I became a youtube phenomenon.. kinda like Kimbo slice. I was winning, and getting noticed by pro scouts and all was good. That’s when it happened; I came home from the gym one night to find my mother murdered in the house. Blood strewn all over.. it looked as if she’d been torn apart and feasted upon… it couldn’t have been human. I’ll never forget that night. I was 18 years old… and I vowed to kill anything that wasn’t human that ever crossed my path again.


I stuck true to that vow. I still fight…and I’m still great at it. But I fight a new cause.. I’m a hunter. I spend my days tracking down the scum that prey on innocent humans. With my sharpened Fighting and gunplay skills, I stand up for the seemingly helpless race. I’m aiming to prevent the mythical beings from slaying all that’s left of humanity… I aim to stop them from raping all that is true and pure.. and defiling the earth with it’s own kind…

I’m shawn… and if you’re not human…

You might want to avoid me.

NAME/ALIAS Jaycee. But you can call me captain awesome.
AGE 21
TIME ZONE Not sure. I live in Louisville Ky
HOW YOU FOUND US Google
OTHER CHARACTERS none
RP SAMPLE

(from a zombie Rp site) Shawn stepped out of the comfort of his air conditioned semi and looked around silently. It was mid-morning, and the sun was hotter than ever. He’d only been out of the cab for all of about, 3 minutes... and he could feel the beads of sweat pooling up on his forehead already. “Ugh, goddamn this heat.” He mumbled softly, closing the door behind him. He’d stopped at an old abandoned truck stop, roughly 15 miles from Fort York; which, was his goal. He had minimal fuel left, and he’d stopped here to put the rest in his tanks… so he could make it to the ‘safe haven’ After years of being on the road, and moving around… he was out of fuel. Shawn finally had to stop being the lone wolf he was, and find refuge with someone; because quite frankly, he’d never make it alone at this point.
After his rig was all fueled up, the fearless explorer reached into his cab and fished out his pump shotgun he’d acquired over his travels. It was his best friend. Always equipped with slugs, this ‘boomstick’ had saved his life more times than he could count. Now, he was going to raid the building. If there was one thing Shawn had learned over the course of his survival, it was that scavenging and raiding would keep you sustained. THUD! His foot landed heavily, hitting the door square in the middle. Smirking contently, Shawn watched as the door fell off the hinges and he proceeded in with caution. Flipping on the flashlight on the bottom of the gun, he began to scour the area for anything he could use. After a few minutes, he’d scored a bunch of canned food, bottled water, and batteries; which, he’d put all into a bag. Opening a bottle of water for himself, he took in a slow deep breath and enjoyed a raid without issues. But that would soon change.
CRASH! Came the sound of broken glass, and without warning a ghoulish body came vaulting through the window. “Fuck!” was all the startled trucker could manage, as he dropped the bottle and scurried backwards behind a table. The zombie gave a quick snarl and like a rocket, made a dash toward Shawn with a bloodthirsty growl. Kicking the table, Shawn knocked it over and kneeled behind it; taking aim at the zombie’s head. “Lord, forgive me for what I’m about to do. It’s for the better.” He breathed softly, and squeezed the trigger. There was an explosion from the muzzle, and a red spray covered the wall. Suddenly, all was silent. Standing up, the trucker made the sign of the cross; before, picking up his supplies and getting the hell out of dodge before more showed up.

It was off to Fort York now. Maybe they’d have some answers.

[FADED]

A C C E P T E D
haha, i love him already. <3
don't forget the sexy claims!