Alright, school got the best of me.
NEW CHAR!
Name: Archer Pierce
Age: 21
Height: 5 `11
Weight: 150 lbs
Faction: Civillian
Good at: Bows, Sidearms
Bad at: Rifles, Automatics
Bio: I literally have no clue what happened the time i was gone. A Sharpshooter with a very interesting choice of weapon: The Bow. After spending 7 years in Great Britain training, hes finally perfected his archery skills to the max; by means of making arrows, to delivering an arrow into ones head in mere milliseconds. He is an British chap, withholding his English accent throughout his entire lifetime.
Loadout: AGAIN, PICTURES
Compound bow (2m)
Broad head Arrows
Pistol x2
Archer is driving into the city on a motorcycle.
>He gets off the motor cycle and turn off the engine.
>"Hello? Anyone here?"
>He reaches into the back of the bike and gears himself up.
>He grabs both his .44 magnums and attaches both of them to one side of his belt.
>Archer equips his quiver and takes his bow out.
>He walks down the street and sees a man walking around drunk.
>"Excuse me! Sir! Would you happen to know where a fellow man named "Car-
>The man pounces on Archer.
>"GAHAAAGHA GET IT OOOOOFFFFFFF"
>He draws out his magnum and shoots him in the head.
>"WELL, my first time in America and im already assaulted by a Yankee.
>He dusts off his collar and walks down the road.
>"Now, lets get to someone HELPFUL around here"
>He grabs an arrow from his quiver and wraps a small pouch of green-coloured gun powder over the head of the arrow.
>He grabs a lighter from his pocket, lights the cloth pouch, and shoots it into the air.
>The arrow explodes in a large ball of bright green light
>"Ha HA IT WORKS!"
>He checks his quiver.
>"17 Arrows left, come on Archer lets make them count"
>He grabs one arrow from his quiver and draws back his bow aimed at a man entering a payphone booth.
>"Maybe this man will be of assistance."
>He walks over to the man cautiously.
LOL LONG POST. IDGAF