Post by Michael Westen on Jul 7, 2011 8:35:08 GMT
Civvie Stuff
Name: Michael Westen
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Nationality: American
Occupation: CIA spy/ Hunt Squadron Operative
Species: Human
Celebrity Claim: Jeffrey Donovan
Hair color/style: Cropped black hair
Eyes: Black eyes but most often uses tinted sunglasses
Description: He is 6’3 and of a average weight, his face is stern and composed while he usually wears a tan coat with matching pants and blue shirt and leather shoes. He walks with an air of confidence and alertness, ready for the slightest danger.
Ranger Stuff
Name: Hunt Squadron Red
Team: Hunt Squadron
Morpher /Sequence: Red Changer; by shouting out “Red Access!” and hitting the “Enter” button, a wave of red flashes over Michael’s body, forming his suit.
Description of Ranger Form:
Other Modes: Hunter Vest: A form used by using the Drill Blaster, a drill-like weapon used to defeat stronger enemies, it has two functions; one is the cement driver which cements the enemy and then the drill driver which sends a powerful blast in the shape of a drill that destroys the enemy.
Weapons:
- Bouken Javelin; pretty much a javelin.
- Drill Blaster
Zord:
- Hunter Dump which is an oversized dump truck.
Inside Stuff
Personality: As a CIA spy Michael is a cold and distant person sometimes bordering on cynical; he hardly interacts with anyone outside of the agency or the Hunt Squadron as he does not think that a relationship is worth his time as a spy. He thinks that anyone outside of his circle of friends is out to either kill him, recruit him or…actually its just to kill him; that’s why he is a bit paranoid when meeting new people. Also because of his various aliases he sometimes has difficulty knowing who he really is and may suffer some personality problems like suddenly developing an accent for it to be dropped a week later.
However despite this he does want to make new friends and once you’re a friend to Michael Westen then you have a friend, and powerful ally, for life. Although his primary focus is his mission he will do anything for his friend including jeopardize the mission if he feel that it is a necessary sacrifice.
Strengths:
- Creative in sabotage and espionage work
- Very good hand-to-hand combat
- Tactical in his thinking
- Handles a gun very well
Weaknesses:
- Cold and distant
- Sometimes impulsive
- Cynical sometimes
History:
Michael Westen was born in Miami under an abusive father who regularly beat him as a means of obedience as well as taking advantage of him such as faking a seizure in a shop so that his father could steal some plugs; this led to him hating his father and he did not attend his father’s funeral despite his mother’s protest. Soon at the age of 17 he joined the US military in order to get away from his family claiming that he was the most happiest when he is in a different hemisphere from his family, he vowed never to return to Miami and left his family behind without a second thought.
Over the years he has served in various US special forces and have gone all over the world before he was recruited to be a freelance operative for the CIA where he then served in covert operations all around the world mostly in Eastern Europe and the OPEC countries and gained a reputation among the espionage world as affable and easygoing but also very dangerous while engaged in combat; usually able to neutralize enemies with ease.
Then one day he was offered another assignment, one of the most dangerous according to the CIA, he was to infiltrate the Hunt Squadron and report all the ‘precious’ that is collected and any intel on Owen Tagers. He was hesitant at first as this required him to be undercover for months, perhaps even years, before he could successfully complete the mission but the reward of a lifetime pension was too great an offer to be refused and he agreed to the mission eventually becoming Hunt Squadron Red and serving under Owen Tagers as he slowly watched him and recorded any ‘precious’ that they collected.
Anything Else: It’s me Clive
Sample RP:
Covert intelligence involves a lot of waiting around. Any meeting, any appointment, you have to show up early, make sure you are not followed; make sure the area is secured; check out the other guy's advance team and see how well he is prepared. It's good trade craft but it's like hanging out in your dentist's reception area 24 hours a day. You read magazines, sip coffee, and every once in a while someone tries to kill you.
Michael arrived at the headquarters to the Hunt Squadron, he was wearing his usual outfit along with his signature sunglasses and carrying a brief case that had all of his fake identification and credentials; courtesy of the CIA. It was a dark morning with clouds threatening to rain down on his new job, “Well…this is a great start to the day” he said to himself as he thought about how he was going to go on his mission…he knew that this assignment definitely held high risks of death according to the intelligence on the Hunt Squadron as he had seen surveillance footage of Owen fighting monsters and other beings with what he would consider magic but the reward was certainly enticing and he had no thought of breaking away from such a mission…he would serve the CIA, the only family that had given him a purpose in life, and if need be he would eliminate anyone that stood in his way.