Xl MONSOON

'ＭＯＮＳＯＯＮ'

Played by: Unknown

INFORMATION

ＵＮＫＮＯＷＮ, ＭＡＬＥ, ＵＮＫＮＯＷＮ

Aliases: ＸＬ ＭＯＮＳＯＯＮ, ＳＩＧＲ
Nationality: ＵＮＫＮＯＷＮ
Residence: ＵＮＫＮＯＷＮ
Employer: ＵＮＫＮＯＷＮ
Function: ＳＬＡＹＥＲ, ＭＥＲＣＥＮＡＲＹ, ＶＩＧＩＬＡＮＴＥ
Twitter: xlmonsoon

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• ＤＥＴＡＩＬＳ •

• ＢＲＩＥＦ •

• ＴＲＯＰＥＳ •

• ＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳＨＩＰ ＴＯ ＴＨＥ ＷＯＲＬＤ／ＷＨＥＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＫＮＯＷ ＨＩＭ ＦＲＯＭ •

• ＳＰＥＣＩＡＬ ＮＯＴＥＳ •

Perched In Wait - On the Job

Who do you hire when there's a monster tearing up your farm? When there's a nasty band of bandits coming down from the mountain every night to raid your village? When there's a pesky politician...politicking?

Who's name do you shout when you've been robbed?

Monsters cry. Terrorists dig their graves. Criminals stay home.

An extra-large Monsoon is coming.

And he's been paid.

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Not much is known about Monsoon, the man＇s identity shrouded in mystery.

THE consummate professional, THE monster slayer, a vigilante: tales fly around New Carthage about the figure who＇s kept on retainer, laden with weaponry and body armor.

Templars sneer, but whisper about his deeds and jobs, exchanging his business card between themselves.

Illuminati clear the area when they hear he＇s on the hunt, knowing full well that the payout is already his.

Dragon already send the payment before he even arrives, knowing failure isn't his M.O.

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ＣＯＤＥＮＡＭＥ： ＭＯＮＳＯＯＮ

ＡＬＩＡＳＥＳ： ＳＩＧＲ, ＸＬ ＭＯＮＳＯＯＮ, ＳＯＯＮ－ＳＯＯＮ, ＭＯＮ

ＦＩＲＳＴ ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ： ＪＡＮＵＡＲＹ ２３, １９８６

ＨＥＩＧＨＴ： ５＇１１

-ＳＵＰＥＲＨＵＭＡＮ ＰＲＥＣＩＳＩＯＮ, ＲＥＦＬＥＸＥＳ, ＥＹＥＳＩＧＨＴ

-ＥＸＰＥＲＴ ＭＡＲＫＳＭＡＮ

-ＡＤＥＰＴ ＨＡＮＤ－ＴＯ－ＨＡＮＤ ＣＯＭＢＡＴＡＮＴ

-ＵＴＩＬＩＺＥＳ ＶＡＳＴ ＡＭＯＵＮＴＳ ＯＦ ＷＥＡＰＯＮＲＹ, ＥＱＵＩＰＭＥＮＴ, ＡＲＭＯＲ, ＡＮＤ ＴＥＣＨＮＯＬＯＧＹ

ＰＲＩＣＩＮＧ ＡＳ ＯＦ ６／２３／２００７：

ＭＯＮＳＴＥＲ ＤＩＳＰＯＳＡＬ： ＄１０,０００+

＇ＳＥＣＵＲＩＴＹ＇： ＄２０,０００+

ＡＳＳＡＳＳＩＮＡＴＩＯＮ： ＄５,０００,０００+

ＰＲＩＣＥＳ ＮＯＷ ＤＥＴＥＲＭＩＮＥＤ ＦＯＬＬＯＷＩＮＧ ＣＯＮＳＵＬＴＡＴＩＯＮ

"Who's to say what is good, and what is evil? The iron-willed are born from fire, tempered by failure, and succeed through triumph. With an open mind —ones that adapt, live. Ones that fight, overcome.

Our place is to grow, to serve the thrumming river of desire that courses through us. No one is worthy of salvation, of safety. No one is above falling for the lure of sin.

Know why you kill, know what you kill, know how you kill, and know who to kill. Embrace the actions you take, for someone has to do them - so why not you? Defend your actions, treat them as though they were orders from a God, the god being You.

Don't let others become the monster. Take it upon yourself to be him, so others will not. Embrace your pragmatism. Embrace your evils. Embrace your mistakes. Embrace Victory." -Sigr Jolenof, 1986, Afghanistan, Shortly Before His Death

"...Sigr? That＇s all a load of bullshit. Kill them all so we can hurry up and go back to hunting." -Monsoon, 1986, Also Afghanistan

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A man, old, with experience that you feel when you stand next to him: warm like a raging fire and cold like the wind that heralds winter. You meet him. You admire him. You hear him speak. You realise you know nothing about him—and then he laughs, the sound long, drawn out, harsh. It＇s hard to find him. He plays every side: villain, hero, warrior, poet, teacher; an amalgamation of facets that seem to continuous blend into one question. Who is he really?

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"To some I am a Warrior, To others I am a Monster, To me I am an Addict, To all I am Victory."

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He makes his home among the clouds - in a city that floats in an attempt to escape the fate of it＇s predecessor. He frolics between skyscrapers and sand dunes, large trees and hills. Follow the calls of beasts, and you＇re sure to find him: alone, covered in the results of the hunt. He＇s as swift and unforgiving as the autumn rain storms. He waits for you to come close. Quiet. Then, he tricks you with your surroundings and in while looking at a twisted mask or a technological marvel, you＇re dead. You don＇t see the knife, the bullets, the gun. Only what Victory looks like to the opponent.

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"So then he picked up his sore feet, And trudged on to war. With all of his demons, And no hope to soar. His heart was set ablaze, And cold tears drip off his chin. He wipes until his cheeks bleed. He can never run away, But he always wins. And so he fights on, Sometimes he grows stronger. Once or twice he lost a limb but With a bleeding heart, He continues to throw punches, Because not to have scars, Is not to have Lived."

Preparations

ALL APART OF THE JOB[1] HE LOVES HIS JOB, SO HE PUTS UP WITH ALL OF THE EXTRA BULLSHIT ASSOCIATED WITH IT.

ANTI-HERO[2]/ANTI-VILLAIN[3] HE＇S NOT QUITE A HERO, FINDING HIMSELF WORKING AND DOING VERY BAD THINGS AT TIMES; BUT HE＇S NOT QUITE A VILLAIN, FINDING HIMSELF WORKING FOR VERY GOOD PEOPLE AND DOING VERY GOOD THINGS AT TIMES.

ADMIRING THE ABOMINATION [4]: TENDS TO BE RATHER CURIOUS BY THE MONSTERS HE HUNTS, RATHER THAN AFRAID. WILLING TO STUDY THE BEAST.

BEING PERSONAL ISN＇T PROFESSIONAL [5] REFUSES TO SPEAK OF PAST AND PERSONAL LIFE WHILE WORKING.

BORN IN THE WRONG CENTURY [6] HE OFTENTIMES WISHES HE LIVED DURING THE ＇GOLDEN AGE＇ OF MONSTER HUNTING, WHEN SPEARS AND SWORDS WERE STILL USED

CHALLENGE SEEKER [7] AIMS TO CONSTANTLY HONE HIS SKILLS BY TACKLING JOBS THAT PUSH HIM; AND ENJOYS IT FULLY. THE HARDER THE BETTER.

COLLECTOR OF THE STRANGE [8] HAS A TENDENCY TO KEEP ＇TROPHIES＇ FROM HIS JOBS HE＇S DONE - WHETHER ITS MONSTER SLAYING, ASSASSINATION, WARFIGHTING, ETC.

EVERYONE HAS STANDARDS [9] DESPITE HIS WILLINGNESS TO DO ANYTHING FOR THE JOB, THERE＇S SOME THINGS HE JUST WON＇T DO.

FUNCTIONAL ADDICT [10] HAS A PAIN PILL AND STIMULANT ADDICTION. SORT OF JUST CONTINUES AS NORMAL.

HITMAN WITH A HEART [11] NO KIDS. THEY REMIND HIM OF HIS OWN.

I DID WHAT I HAD TO [12]

IMPROBABLE AIMING SKILLS [13] IF HE MISSES, ITS BECAUSE HE WANTED TO OR SOMETHING INFLUENCED THE SHOT AFTER HE TOOK IT.

NOT EVIL, JUST MISUNDERSTOOD[14] HES NOT EVIL, HE JUST HAS A JOB TO DO.

ONE MAN ARMY [15] CAN SUPPLY A COUNTRY, THEN FIGHT IT HIMSELF.

ONLY IN IT FOR THE MONEY[16] HE ONLY DOES THINGS BESIDES MONSTER SLAYING FOR THE MONEY.

THE FATALIST [17] BELIEVES THAT HE＇S DESTINED TO DIE, AND IF IT＇S TODAY THAN SO BE IT. LEADS TO HIM USING RATHER RECKLESS AND DANGEROUS TACTICS.

THE QUIET ONE [18] HE DOESN＇T SAY MUCH, PREFERRING TO LET HIS ACTIONS SPEAK FOR HIM. NEVERTHELESS, HE IS WILLING TO SPEAK WHEN NEEDED.

THE UNFETTERED [19] COMMITS HIMSELF TO A SINGLE GOAL WHEN HIRED FOR A JOB: THE COMPLETION OF THE JOB - SO LONG AS HE＇S PAID, OF COURSE. HAS A ＇GOAL HIERARCHY＇.

WOULD HIT A GIRL [20] HE LOST AN ARM TO A WOMAN. THEY＇RE NOT AS STRONG AS MEN, HIS ASS.

A Particularly Dangerous Foe

TEMPLAR: CONSIDERED A ＇DEVIANT＇ AND DISHONORABLE TO THE SOCIETY, NEVERTHELESS FANS OF HIS EXPLOITS ARE COMMON AMONG THE YOUNGER GENERATION AND THE MORE MARTIAL MINDED. HE CAN BE SPOTTED LINGERING ABOUT OUTSIDE AT TIMES, CONVERSING WITH A GROUP OF WOULD-BE MONSTER HUNTERS AND SLAYERS.

ILLUMINATI: AT TIMES ANTAGONISTIC AND OTHER TIMES DOWNRIGHT FRIENDLY, THE ILLUMINATI ARE BOTH ONE OF HIS BIGGEST CLIENTS, AND ALSO HIS WORST COMPETITORS. MONEY BOTH HATES AND LOVES OTHERS WITH MONEY.

DRAGON: RUMORED TO BE ONE OF THEIR AGENTS, THE DRAGON ARE SILENT ON WHETHER HE IS OR NOT, HOWEVER AFTER A PARTICULARLY LARGE AND DANGEROUS HUNT OR OPERATION; FUNDS APPEAR IN HIS ACCOUNT FROM UNKNOWN ACCOUNTS, A BLANK EMAIL WITH JUST THEIR SYMBOL ALWAYS BEING SENT TO HIS INBOX.

PHOENICIANS: HIS ＇HOME＇ OF SORTS. MONSOON IS PRACTICALLY KEPT ON RETAINER FOR THE PHOENICIANS, AND FINDS HIMSELF IN NEW CARTHAGE MORE OFTEN THAN ANYWHERE ELSE WHEN HE＇S NOT WORKING. WHETHER ITS THE PURPLE＇S VIEWPOINT OF THE WORLD, OR SIMPLY A SENSE OF KINSHIP THAT DRAWS HIM THERE IS UNKNOWN. WHAT IS TO BE SURE, IS THAT HE WON'T BE CAUGHT IN THEIR UNIFORM, DESPITE THE RUMOURS FLYING ABOUT.

VENICE: THERE＇S A ONE-SIDED DISLIKE TOWARDS HIM FROM VENICE. THEY＇RE ALWAYS RELUCTANT TO DEAL WITH HIM, KNOWING THAT HE＇LL CHARGE THEM MORE. ITS RUMORED THAT HE DOES IT JUST FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES.

OROCHI: THEY PAY WELL. REALLY WELL.

YOU MAY KNOW HIM IF:

-YOU KEEP AN EYE ON THE WORLD OF FOR-HIRE, MERCENARIES, ASSASSINS, FREELANCERS ETC. HE＇S ALWAYS BROUGHT UP.

-YOU＇VE HAD A PARTICULARLY BIG MONSTER TERRORIZING YOU SIMPLY...DISAPPEAR ONE DAY.

-YOU＇RE INTO THE WORLD OF MONSTER HUNTING AND SLAYING, AND IF YOUR FAMILY IS INVOLVED IN IT.

-YOU＇RE A HIGHER UP IN ONE OF THE SOCIETIES, AND ARE IN THE KNOW ABOUT OUTSOURCING WORK.

Victory

-There's a bit of difficulty in immediately identifying him when he first shows up for a job, Monsoon utilizing different armor and equipment depending on the length and objective. His symbol is ever present however - a laurel wreath with a circled x in the center -, in plain view placed either on his chest or his helmet; allowing no doubts that it＇s him.

-There＇s a rumor going around New Carthage and the Societies that he＇s part robot. Ironically, it＇s a bit closer to the truth that many believe, considering the number of prosthesis and cybernetics he＇s been forced to get to keep up with the younger generation - and to compensate for old injuries.

-He＇s fairly infamous in mercenary and monster hunting circles for using rather mundane methods and weapons to kill very large and very dangerous beasts, and the complexity of his ambushes of designated enemies. Both accomplished alone.

-He has a tendency to compare himself, make references, and seemingly worship the Greek Goddess/Personification of Victory - Nike. Unknown to others, the entire thing is a tongue in cheek reference to his real name. His mission and hunting record serves to lead some credence of truth to his posturing.

-He has two children: both young girls. They＇ve never met him, but he＇s seen them. Whenever he isn＇t busy or absolutely sure he＇s under watch, he＇s out on the streets watching over them and making sure no harm befalls them. He chooses to keep them safe - and the best way is for him to be out of their lives. At the least, they＇re very well off due to sizable ＇donations＇ to the family they live with.

-He refuses to reveal his identity or any sort of details in an interest to keep his daughters safe. They don＇t need to deal with his enemies and The Secret War.

-He enjoys going to remote or abandoned locations, and subsequently taking pictures of himself there. Always masked, of course.