[Character Name] Liquid Snake
[Canon] Metal Gear Solid
[Point Taken from Canon] Right after the fight on top of REX
[Age] 33
[Gender] Male
[Sexual Orientation] Bisexual that's why they call him Vamp
[Eye Color] Blue-green
[Hair Color] Blond
[Height] 6'00"
[Other] Tattoo of a sword and serpent with the words "Temptation Revelation" on his left shoulder
[Clothing]
Here's a picture.
Yes, he is always shirtless. Always.
[Background] Liquid Snake was one of three clones created by the Les Enfants Terribles project in 1972 in a secret facility in the United States. He was separated from his brother, Solid Snake, and his surrogate mother, EVA, shortly after birth, and was raised in the United Kingdom. His childhood was spent in military academies, undergoing a strict training and education program to mold him into the perfect soldier. He excelled both in his academics and in his training.
He was aware of the fact that he was the son of Big Boss from the moment he was able to understand it, and idolized him as both father and the greatest living soldier. He wanted to become everything that Big Boss was, and wanted to become the perfect warrior to carry on his father’s legacy, the best of his three sons. At age ten, he was given his first chance to meet the man that he admired so much; the experience did not go quite as Liquid had imagined, however. There was nothing remotely fatherly about Big Boss. Having to stand before him at attention while he went over Liquid’s scores and progress records was more like a military examination than what he had thought meeting his father and idol would be like. Even if he couldn’t expect anything paternal from the man, at least he thought that he had his accomplishments. His high exam marks, his impeccable records, all the things that he had worked so hard for. That had to please him. That had to make him proud, or, at very least, satisfy him. Liquid was a better soldier at ten than most men were at three times his age.
And then he was told, in no uncertain terms, that it didn’t matter that his scores were high and that he was, here in the UK, a prodigy. Because over in America was Solid Snake, and he was better on a fundamental level; Liquid was just the leftovers, the summation of everything that was of no value and no worth. He was inferior. He always would be inferior. It was written into his very genes.
Big Boss returned other times after that, and always with the same message: inferior. Solid Snake, forever superior to him in every aspect, in every facet. Solid Snake, his brother and his bitter rival, who, in what might have been the greatest affront of all, did not even know that Liquid existed. Every time that name was spoken, Liquid loathed it more, until the very word brother became an anathema; the thought of him twisted Liquid’s guts with hatred. As time wore on and the years passed and he was still inferior, Liquid took that blind hatred and anger and focused it, transforming it into a driving force that could not be matched and could not be stopped. One goal fuelled him with limitless energy: one day, he would meet Solid Snake. And when he did, he would kill his brother, and show them-show them all-that Liquid Snake was superior regardless of what his genetics dictated.
At eighteen, he became the youngest to serve in the SAS, the Special Air Service, and was deployed during the Gulf War in the Mobility troop. His eight-man squad, named Bravo One Zero, was assigned the task of locating and destroying mobile SCUD missile launchers in the Iraqi desert. During the mission the squad was compromised and was intercepted by Iraqi paratroopers. In the ensuing firefight, three of the eight men were killed, with the remaining five, among them Liquid, being taken captive. One other man died from his wounds on the way to a POW camp.
Liquid survived for four years as a prisoner of war before being rescued by the United States government and brought back to the UK. He spent the next few months in a military hospital, recovering from his injuries and upon returning to duty was transferred to the SIS, the Secret Intelligence Service, where he served in counter-terrorism operations for the next six years. In 2000, the M16 transferred him to work with the CIA-the reasons were entirely political, to his vague disgust-and he was assigned to FOXHOUND, an elite Special Forces unit that specialized in black ops. He led the unit, which happened to be the very same one that his brother had just recently retired from, and in 2005, put into motion the greatest nuclear threat of the age at Shadow Moses Island.
[Personality] Liquid is an interesting mash of an arrogant son of a bitch mixed in with an inferiority complex the size of Wisconsin and an almost Shakespearean flair for drama. His body possesses near superhuman strength and endurance, he has an exceptionally high IQ and can employ an impressive level of discipline. He has all the skills of an elite super soldier and damn well knows it, and has the confidence that comes with being one of the best. He is, after all, a clone of Big Boss, the point man of FOXHOUND, and a decorated Gulf War veteran. He’s gone through training, battle, and torture and come out only stronger for it. Really, he has every reason for his confident swagger.
Except for the tiny matter of Solid Snake.
Ever since the day he was old enough to understand, Liquid was told that he was inferior. He was told, by the very man that he was cloned from and idolized, that he was the by-product formed in the creation of the perfect soldier; he was the garbage, the leftovers, the useless scraps. He would amount to nothing, and he was nothing. It was Solid who had been given all of Big Boss’ legacy, and it was Solid who would become the greatest soldier of the age. And no matter what Liquid did, no matter how hard he pushed himself or what he accomplished, he would never be good enough. The bitterness of being forever inferior left its mark on him at a young age; his chief motivations throughout his life were, and still are, hatred and the unshakable desire for revenge. Come hell or high water, he is determined to complete his goal-he would die for it, would make any sacrifice for it.
Liquid believes that he needs to be the perfect soldier, or at least as close to perfect as man can get, and therefore thinks that any kind of weakness is unacceptable. He’s repressed every kind of emotion other than anger because he thinks that they’ll make him weak, and has avoided any kind of personal relationship for the same reason. Relationships are only there to be exploited, and he thinks he’ll be better off relying only on his own strength. This whole line of thinking has also led to the kind of paranoia normally seen only in diehard conspiracy theorists, but considering that he worked for five years with Revolver Ocelot, Mr. Chronic Backstabbing Disorder himself, a little paranoia is perhaps understandable.
Pride and narcissism count amongst Liquid’s primary vices, springing from the need to hide that perceived inadequacy that was instilled in him from childhood. He already is firm in the belief that he is fundamentally flawed; if confronted about this, however, he would vehemently deny it with every fiber of his being, and then would likely launch into an impassioned speech about his plans to rebuild Outer Heaven and defeat his twin. He is controlling and manipulative, and attempts to mold others’ perceptions to fit his desires. Liquid wants to be perceived as an aloof, unconquerable warrior, unsurpassed in intelligence and cunning, and will take the necessary steps to ensure such a reaction. He wants to be noticed, and he wants to be envied. Liquid can be ruthless if it’s necessary, or, should it serve him, he could be the opposite; either way, his actions will be foremost to further his goals, and he’s adaptive and resourceful enough to twist situations to his advantage.
Being a soldier, he realizes also the importance of being able to work in a unit, and, despite the fact that he thinks any unit is only worth having if he’s leading it, he can take an order when necessary-he is, after all, a soldier. And he isn’t opposed to taking advice, especially when that advice comes from someone who’s proven themselves competent. Liquid doesn’t know everything and is well aware of the fact that he can’t do everything.
Liquid tends to speak in one of two fashions-either he is imperious or he is sarcastic, and there are few times when he will be something other than those. It takes one hell of a good impression on him to start treating others as equals-it was something that recently had been exclusive to members of FOXHOUND, his black ops unit, all of whom he trusted and had proven time and time again that they were loyal and capable (except, perhaps, for Ocelot, but he was at least a consistent traitor, and no one could deny that they didn’t all expect him to backstab them somehow, eventually). It’s not impossible to gain his trust and professional respect, but it certainly takes a lot. Many things can irritate him or possibly even anger him, though, but nothing infuriates him like incompetence, either from an individual or a group, and it is not something that he ever tolerates. Mistakes are one thing-they happen, even after the most careful planning-but sheer ineptitude and uselessness is an entirely different thing.
[Specialties/Abilities] Liquid is extremely well-trained for warfare, and therefore can use practically any kind of weapon that he can pick up and is exceptionally skilled in various forms of hand-to-hand combat. He's also an excellent pilot and can drive practically anything he can get into. Liquid is fluent in seven languages and has a passing familiarity with several others. He's also got a near perfect memory and a 180 IQ; he's adaptive, resourceful, and intelligent. And he's nigh unkillable; up to this point in his canon, he's survived an exploding helicopter, several Stinger missiles to the face, an exploding bipedal nuclear deathtank, a no-holds-barred fistfight atop the deathtank, and a several-story fall from the deathtank. This man just does not die.
[Affection] Liquid isn't an affectionate person by any means. Anyone who tries to show any towards him will be met with suspicion and paranoia, unless, by some miracle, they've managed to get close enough to him that he trusts them. So it's possible for him to accept affection and even return it, just really damn hard.
[Fighting] Fighting is kind of bound to happen. Liquid is a very skilled fighter and will attack if he's sufficiently provoked or threatened. Injury is obviously going to occur and is fine; if anyone wants to do serious or fatal damage to him, I'd prefer it if I was contacted first, either by PM or AIM or something.
[Other Permissions]
Can telepathic characters read your character's mind? Sure, go for it! It'll freak him out a bit and he won't like it at all, but it's not a problem.
How much can fourth wall breakers say? In other words, how intrusive can another character be toward yours? MGS is the king of fourth wall breaking. I don't have a problem with it, just give me a shout beforehand.
[Other Facts] Watch out for Liquid's PTSD, especially in his dreams.