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» Name: Sniper (Listed on the company roster as one "Eugene L. Collier".)
» Fandom: Team Fortress 2
» Reference: Meet the Sniper www.teamfortress.com/sniper.htm, wiki entry tf2wiki.net/wiki/Sniper, lines tf2wiki.net/wiki/Sniper_responses
» Canon Point: That statement assumes that there is an actual canon for this. There is not.
» Gender: Male
» Age: Somewhere between 36 and 44. I'm willing to say he's about 39, but looks older--sun damage and whatnot.
» Orientation: Unknown-there's no canon evidence of any sexuality whatsoever. Not that he'd talk about it anyway, as that sort of thing really is not discussed with your associates, especially when all of those associates are men who could be safely assumed to be straight and you're all in the middle of nowhere for an indeterminate amount of time. Whatever he is, he's probably pretty secure in his sexuality. There isn't all of the posturing that you get with younger men, anyway. That is to say, if he were not straight, he would be completely closeted about it, of course. Job loss and social shunning and whatnot.
» Personality: According to Valve: "In his former life as a tracker of dangerous game in the unforgiving Australian outback, the Sniper would spend months by himself. Prolonged isolation taught him a valuable lesson: You don't have to rely on other people if you never miss. "
Hailing from Adelaide, Australia, Sniper tends toward the loner side; however if you get him one-on-one and the subject interests him, he is capable of holding a civil conversation with you. He has a bit of a quick temper which can be observed ingame. Long periods of isolation seem to have left him with a bit of a habit of talking to himself. He has also picked up a habit of trash-talking his opponents, but is polite to his associates. Prefers to keep to himself and do his job from afar, although he can handle himself easily in a close fight as well. Surprisingly helpful (as the Support classes tend to be), but sometimes can be subject to tunnel vision, which can get him in trouble. I suppose one could say he is a very focused individual. He really, really dislikes being snuck up on--he probably can't be held responsible for what he will do if you try it. He's a bit jumpy when it comes to that sort of thing. Paranoid? Eh, maybe a bit. He's also a bit of a grouch and rather gruff, but fairly easygoing. He'll let you know whether he likes you or not, and he'll be polite, until you decide to start something. Then all bets are off. The man always has a reason for the things he does, he is very deliberate. He is less keen to hold a longstanding grudge than say, a Spy or a Soldier. There is more of an element of the planning-type than the seat-of-the-pants type to his personality.
It is known he has a love for working out-of-doors and enjoys a challenge in his work. He enjoys hunting and camping. Sniper takes a great deal of pride in his abilities and thinks of himself as a professional, and never does anything for free. The man certainly enjoys his work. His relationship with his parents is strained by his choice of occupation. They are none too pleased to have an assassin for a son. His father is known to think of him as a "crazed gunman." One could infer that his relationship with his mother is a bit better, or perhaps she simply doesn't harangue him about it quite as much as his father seems to. He does seem to want to talk to her more than he does his father, at least.
Oh, and he lives in a camper van. Make what you will of that.
» Appearance: Tall and most of it's in the legs. Long face with a scar on the left cheek. His face bears a few deep lines around the mouth and under his eyes. Dark haired with blue eyes. Has a tendency towards 5-'o-clock shadow at ten in the morning and wears his sideburns long. Blue shirt and pants, brown vest, trophy hat, boots and yellow sunglasses. Often found wearing a shooter's glove and wristwatch on his left hand. You can tell from his voice that he's a smoker.
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry:
[A closeup of someone's nose and one gradated yellow lens looms in the screen] --ing on? Hello?
[Screen pulls back to show a man's face looking confused and a bit irritated.]
Anyone out there? I'm looking to get back to my nest--I had that shot lined up when you took me, and I'd like to take it soon. I was just about to tag that egghead!
[A long silence as his frown grows deeper and deeper. The screen bounces and jerks as he shakes the device.] Hello?! Bloody answer me!
[His face pulls into a scowl and he drops his hand to his lap. You now have a nice view of the ceiling and the inside of his nose.]
What a piece o' piss.
» "amatomneslogs" Entry: Sniper rolled over underneath the silk sheets, burying his face in the pillow in a haze. He hummed appreciatively, his head filled with charming Mses. Taylor and Lamarr, and smiled in his sleep. Outside his window a tree branch swayed in the wind, the wood making a loud creak. The man was instantly awake, hand diving under his pillow for a kukri that was not there. Quickly flipping back over, he scanned the room, breathing hard and searching for the source of the sound. The movement jostled the pile of clothing laying at the foot of the bed, the knife on top rocking. He snatched it up, untangling himself from the bedsheets in the process. All of this took perhaps a second and a half.
It took a few moments before he was sure what he had heard was not a cloaked Spy, and he got a good hard look at the room he was in. It wasn't every day he woke up naked (well alright, that wasn't unusual) in a room that was not his (that bit WAS unusual) in what may or may not have been Greece (how the hell had he gotten to Europe?), surrounded by fine silk sheets (okay, that bit was rather nice, even if they were a bit...soiled now). The part with Hedy and Liz had been nice as well but that didn't seem to actually have happened, much to his disappointment. How had he gotten from 2Fort to here? Where was here, anyway? And what was he going to do about the sheets?
The questions just made for more questions, none of which seemed to have answers. He climbed out of the bed, intending to get dressed, and felt something tickle along his collarbone. His first instinct was that it was a spider and his hand leapt to his throat to knock the thing away, and hit something both hard and fuzzy, which bumped and bobbed against his skin. He clutched at it, frowning--some sort of necklace? With a glance in the mirror, he confirmed it. Yes, a necklace, quite high on his chest. OK, he didn't own any necklaces and hadn't gone to sleep with it on (let alone IN BLOODY GREECE). Odd, but the more pressing matter was where he was, and how he got there to begin with. A breeze blew in through the window, salt sea air flowing through the room as the branches creaked.
As he was getting dressed, he noticed the device on the bedside table. It was about the size and shape of a Spy's cigarette case, which made his stomach flop all over again. Walking around the bed, he picked it up, turning it over in his hands.
» Name: Sniper (Listed on the company roster as one "Eugene L. Collier".)
» Fandom: Team Fortress 2
» Reference: Meet the Sniper www.teamfortress.com/sniper.htm, wiki entry tf2wiki.net/wiki/Sniper, lines tf2wiki.net/wiki/Sniper_responses
» Canon Point: That statement assumes that there is an actual canon for this. There is not.
» Gender: Male
» Age: Somewhere between 36 and 44. I'm willing to say he's about 39, but looks older--sun damage and whatnot.
» Orientation: Unknown-there's no canon evidence of any sexuality whatsoever. Not that he'd talk about it anyway, as that sort of thing really is not discussed with your associates, especially when all of those associates are men who could be safely assumed to be straight and you're all in the middle of nowhere for an indeterminate amount of time. Whatever he is, he's probably pretty secure in his sexuality. There isn't all of the posturing that you get with younger men, anyway. That is to say, if he were not straight, he would be completely closeted about it, of course. Job loss and social shunning and whatnot.
» Personality: According to Valve: "In his former life as a tracker of dangerous game in the unforgiving Australian outback, the Sniper would spend months by himself. Prolonged isolation taught him a valuable lesson: You don't have to rely on other people if you never miss. "
Hailing from Adelaide, Australia, Sniper tends toward the loner side; however if you get him one-on-one and the subject interests him, he is capable of holding a civil conversation with you. He has a bit of a quick temper which can be observed ingame. Long periods of isolation seem to have left him with a bit of a habit of talking to himself. He has also picked up a habit of trash-talking his opponents, but is polite to his associates. Prefers to keep to himself and do his job from afar, although he can handle himself easily in a close fight as well. Surprisingly helpful (as the Support classes tend to be), but sometimes can be subject to tunnel vision, which can get him in trouble. I suppose one could say he is a very focused individual. He really, really dislikes being snuck up on--he probably can't be held responsible for what he will do if you try it. He's a bit jumpy when it comes to that sort of thing. Paranoid? Eh, maybe a bit. He's also a bit of a grouch and rather gruff, but fairly easygoing. He'll let you know whether he likes you or not, and he'll be polite, until you decide to start something. Then all bets are off. The man always has a reason for the things he does, he is very deliberate. He is less keen to hold a longstanding grudge than say, a Spy or a Soldier. There is more of an element of the planning-type than the seat-of-the-pants type to his personality.
It is known he has a love for working out-of-doors and enjoys a challenge in his work. He enjoys hunting and camping. Sniper takes a great deal of pride in his abilities and thinks of himself as a professional, and never does anything for free. The man certainly enjoys his work. His relationship with his parents is strained by his choice of occupation. They are none too pleased to have an assassin for a son. His father is known to think of him as a "crazed gunman." One could infer that his relationship with his mother is a bit better, or perhaps she simply doesn't harangue him about it quite as much as his father seems to. He does seem to want to talk to her more than he does his father, at least.
Oh, and he lives in a camper van. Make what you will of that.
» Appearance: Tall and most of it's in the legs. Long face with a scar on the left cheek. His face bears a few deep lines around the mouth and under his eyes. Dark haired with blue eyes. Has a tendency towards 5-'o-clock shadow at ten in the morning and wears his sideburns long. Blue shirt and pants, brown vest, trophy hat, boots and yellow sunglasses. Often found wearing a shooter's glove and wristwatch on his left hand. You can tell from his voice that he's a smoker.
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry:
[A closeup of someone's nose and one gradated yellow lens looms in the screen] --ing on? Hello?
[Screen pulls back to show a man's face looking confused and a bit irritated.]
Anyone out there? I'm looking to get back to my nest--I had that shot lined up when you took me, and I'd like to take it soon. I was just about to tag that egghead!
[A long silence as his frown grows deeper and deeper. The screen bounces and jerks as he shakes the device.] Hello?! Bloody answer me!
[His face pulls into a scowl and he drops his hand to his lap. You now have a nice view of the ceiling and the inside of his nose.]
What a piece o' piss.
» "amatomneslogs" Entry: Sniper rolled over underneath the silk sheets, burying his face in the pillow in a haze. He hummed appreciatively, his head filled with charming Mses. Taylor and Lamarr, and smiled in his sleep. Outside his window a tree branch swayed in the wind, the wood making a loud creak. The man was instantly awake, hand diving under his pillow for a kukri that was not there. Quickly flipping back over, he scanned the room, breathing hard and searching for the source of the sound. The movement jostled the pile of clothing laying at the foot of the bed, the knife on top rocking. He snatched it up, untangling himself from the bedsheets in the process. All of this took perhaps a second and a half.
It took a few moments before he was sure what he had heard was not a cloaked Spy, and he got a good hard look at the room he was in. It wasn't every day he woke up naked (well alright, that wasn't unusual) in a room that was not his (that bit WAS unusual) in what may or may not have been Greece (how the hell had he gotten to Europe?), surrounded by fine silk sheets (okay, that bit was rather nice, even if they were a bit...soiled now). The part with Hedy and Liz had been nice as well but that didn't seem to actually have happened, much to his disappointment. How had he gotten from 2Fort to here? Where was here, anyway? And what was he going to do about the sheets?
The questions just made for more questions, none of which seemed to have answers. He climbed out of the bed, intending to get dressed, and felt something tickle along his collarbone. His first instinct was that it was a spider and his hand leapt to his throat to knock the thing away, and hit something both hard and fuzzy, which bumped and bobbed against his skin. He clutched at it, frowning--some sort of necklace? With a glance in the mirror, he confirmed it. Yes, a necklace, quite high on his chest. OK, he didn't own any necklaces and hadn't gone to sleep with it on (let alone IN BLOODY GREECE). Odd, but the more pressing matter was where he was, and how he got there to begin with. A breeze blew in through the window, salt sea air flowing through the room as the branches creaked.
As he was getting dressed, he noticed the device on the bedside table. It was about the size and shape of a Spy's cigarette case, which made his stomach flop all over again. Walking around the bed, he picked it up, turning it over in his hands.