Vernation, Danle

Basics:
Name: Danle Vernation
Age: 18
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 137 lbs.
Race: Human

Appearance:
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Weapons:
  • Small Handgun
  • Dagger


Occupation:
Assasin/Bounty Hunter

Bio:
Sitting at his house, young Danle watched his parents talk. They were obviously concerned about something. He couldn't be sure though, because his mother always looked concerned. Her face always pinched in the way the way that made her look years older. Danle pulled his knees up by his face, planting his feet on the chair. Danle's toes curled and uncurled as their mouths formed words that formed sentences that were said with screams. Next the he knew Danle heard the words, "FUCK YOU!" followed by a smack to his mother's face. They didn't know Danle was watching them, he was a hider. He was young, but old enough to know what was going on with his parents.

His mother's eyes filled with tears, and an awkward silence filled the house. He could hear every breath his parents made. In...Out...In... Out...BANG! The door slammed open. His mother screamed, his father grabbed the pistol always hooked to his belt, he jumped up. Danle looked at his mother. She looked at him, pure horror in her eyes as black hooded figures rushed into his house. One pulled out a gun, and screamed something to the other members of his "gang". He watched as his dad held the gun in front of him, pointing at the hooded figures. He fingers tensed on the trigger, a tear formed in the corner of Danle's right eye. A hooded figure threw something at his dad. Next noise he heard was a sickening........ SSSSSHHHHIIIIIINNNNNKKKKKKK............ A small knife went through his father's forehead. Danle bent over, screams came from his and his mother's mouths. He turned back to face his mother. He could barely see her, his vision was fogged up by tears. A gunshot filled the air, and what he could see was the blood and brains splattered on the wall and his mother on the floor.

One figure shouted, "Let's head out!" Another, "What about the kid?" The other one that had shouted the first order said, "We'll live, he's only a kid." On that note they left. Danle watched as the last hooded figure left the house. He slowly walked up to the gun that was in his father's hand. His dad's head and neck stained with red. Danle picked up the gun, holding it in his hand as he slumped over to his mother. He had loved her so much. Seeing her on the floor, a bullet hole in her skull, he curled up on the ground. Danle rest his head on her stomach, and balwed. Tear after tear, they came out of his eyes making them red and puffy. He knew since then that he would hunt down the evil people in the world and kill them one by one.