In 1976, Castle, his wife, Maria and their children Lisa and Frank Jr. were in New York's Central Park for an afternoon picnic. They witnessed a Mafia gangland execution; an informant had been hanged from a tree. To eliminate all witnesses, the Costa crime family gunned them down; only Castle survived. Even though Frank was able to identify all of the shooters, the police were unable to stop them; they were tied in too deeply to the powerful Costa family. Grieving over his family's death and outraged at the incompetence of the police, Castle decided that the only punishment criminals should receive is that of physical destruction. Shortly thereafter, he emblazoned his body armor with a symbol of a skull, and began his mission of punishing the guilty. His family's killers were some of the first to be slain. Castle has since devoted his life to eradicating organized crime, using the nom de guerre of the Punisher, utilizing his combat experience (four years as a United States Marine Corps Captain), guerrilla warfare (assassinations, ambushes, hit and runs, bombings, weapons and supplies against them), urban warfare (using the crowded city of New York to blend in and disappear), psychological warfare (putting fear into the hearts of criminals), detective skills (talking to people, reading obtained files on the people he goes after, tracking and surveying the enemy), always adapting to the enemy (such as using the Mafia's own methods and tactics against them), and whatever resources and means may be necessary to do so, ranging from light anti-tank weaponry, to enraged polar bears, piranhas, and even a hydrogen bomb.
The Punisher has fought virtually every known criminal organization including the Italian Mafia, the Russian Mafia, the Japanese Yakuza, the Colombian and Mexican drug cartels, the Aryan Brotherhood, the Chinese Triads, Jamaican Yardies, the Irish Mob, biker gangs, street gangs, gunrunning militias, muggers, killers, rapists, psychopaths, sadists, pedophiles, thieves, and corrupt city officials. He also assaults criminal business enterprises such as drugs, weapons smuggling, money laundering and human trafficking. The Punisher has been fighting organized crime for long enough that he knows their modus operandi and can often predict their actions. Many of these organizations have tried to kill the Punisher, using both their own men and hired contract killers. In his vigilante crusade, the Punisher has crossed paths with several costumed crimefighters, including Spider-Man and Daredevil. These encounters have sometimes resulted in his incarceration. The Punisher has been rated as one of the most dangerous criminals alive. When he was incarcerated in New York’s Ryker's Island prison (a Marvel Universe version of real-life Rikers Island), though heavily outnumbered in gang fights, the Punisher had routinely killed armed, homicidal criminals with frightening ease, sustaining almost no injury. Due to his proficiency in fighting, he is rarely accosted in prison environments. Adhering to his military philosophies, the Punisher constantly trains whenever he is not out on action. He exercises fanatically to maintain his impressive physical conditioning and sticks to a balanced diet whenever possible.
Third Person Sample RP Tag: New York is a city with lots of dark colors. Grays and blacks that lie in shadow. Shadow covers this city, from the slums and ghettos that fill one section to the steel and concrete canyons that fill another. Good people live in this city. Unfortunately, the scum here greatly outweighs them. New killers, rapists, kidnappers, robbers, people that fly above or stay under the sights of the NYPD, Spider-man and the Avengers, crawl these streets and scale these buildings on a daily, maybe even hourly basis. There are few people who choose to keep an eye on these people. Even fewer that take action. The Punisher is one of the few that takes action.
Earlier today-- 2:31 AM Flat Irons Apartment Complex just north of Times Square.
A large gray van parked quickly and neatly in front of a ragged looking apartment building. The building was covered in boards, and urban punks scattered the territory outside looking for trouble. A man stepped out from within the van. The man was wrapped in a black trench coat. His hair was pushed back and little bristles of black poked from his chin. The pimps and pushers questioned him. First they asked what he wanted to buy, his options were generally hardcore drugs or weapons. "Nothing." They next asked if he was looking for a girl for a good time. "No." Finally they asked him why the hell he was there. His response was, "To clean the urban decay." Before they could get another word out, The mans jacket opened revealing a white skull. None of them had time to think as hot lead ended them quickly. The man in the coat was the Punisher. He stood over the stack of bodies holding his two semi-auto modified TK-33's. After he cleaned his 'mess', he climbed back into the van and went back to his hideout for some shut eye
First Person Sample journal entry (First person): I drifted through life wondering what I was meant to do. When I was 18, I joined the marines and ran ops all over the world. I became strong. I didn't enjoy what I did, but it was one of those things that needed to be done. After my family was killed, I realized exactly what my purpose was. I needed to become the person who punished the unpunishable. That brings me to the here and now. I'm standing outside of a crackhouse in northern flat iron. There are dealers, pushers and pimps all over the place. one of them starts eyeing me up, noticing things aren't quite right with me. This won't end well...for them.
Read the rules? Frank Castle lives by rules. Rules of his own, granted, but they are rules none the less, am I right?
Castle has since devoted his life to eradicating organized crime, using the nom de guerre of the Punisher, utilizing his combat experience (four years as a United States Marine Corps Captain), guerrilla warfare (assassinations, ambushes, hit and runs, bombings, weapons and supplies against them), urban warfare (using the crowded city of New York to blend in and disappear), psychological warfare (putting fear into the hearts of criminals), detective skills (talking to people, reading obtained files on the people he goes after, tracking and surveying the enemy), always adapting to the enemy (such as using the Mafia's own methods and tactics against them), and whatever resources and means may be necessary to do so, ranging from light anti-tank weaponry, to enraged polar bears, piranhas, and even a hydrogen bomb.
The Punisher has fought virtually every known criminal organization including the Italian Mafia, the Russian Mafia, the Japanese Yakuza, the Colombian and Mexican drug cartels, the Aryan Brotherhood, the Chinese Triads, Jamaican Yardies, the Irish Mob, biker gangs, street gangs, gunrunning militias, muggers, killers, rapists, psychopaths, sadists, pedophiles, thieves, and corrupt city officials. He also assaults criminal business enterprises such as drugs, weapons smuggling, money laundering and human trafficking. The Punisher has been fighting organized crime for long enough that he knows their modus operandi and can often predict their actions. Many of these organizations have tried to kill the Punisher, using both their own men and hired contract killers.
In his vigilante crusade, the Punisher has crossed paths with several costumed crimefighters, including Spider-Man and Daredevil. These encounters have sometimes resulted in his incarceration. The Punisher has been rated as one of the most dangerous criminals alive. When he was incarcerated in New York’s Ryker's Island prison (a Marvel Universe version of real-life Rikers Island), though heavily outnumbered in gang fights, the Punisher had routinely killed armed, homicidal criminals with frightening ease, sustaining almost no injury. Due to his proficiency in fighting, he is rarely accosted in prison environments. Adhering to his military philosophies, the Punisher constantly trains whenever he is not out on action. He exercises fanatically to maintain his impressive physical conditioning and sticks to a balanced diet whenever possible.
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New York is a city with lots of dark colors. Grays and blacks that lie in shadow. Shadow covers this city, from the slums and ghettos that fill one section to the steel and concrete canyons that fill another. Good people live in this city. Unfortunately, the scum here greatly outweighs them. New killers, rapists, kidnappers, robbers, people that fly above or stay under the sights of the NYPD, Spider-man and the Avengers, crawl these streets and scale these buildings on a daily, maybe even hourly basis. There are few people who choose to keep an eye on these people. Even fewer that take action. The Punisher is one of the few that takes action.
Earlier today-- 2:31 AM Flat Irons Apartment Complex just north of Times Square.
A large gray van parked quickly and neatly in front of a ragged looking apartment building. The building was covered in boards, and urban punks scattered the territory outside looking for trouble. A man stepped out from within the van. The man was wrapped in a black trench coat. His hair was pushed back and little bristles of black poked from his chin. The pimps and pushers questioned him. First they asked what he wanted to buy, his options were generally hardcore drugs or weapons.
"Nothing."
They next asked if he was looking for a girl for a good time.
"No."
Finally they asked him why the hell he was there. His response was,
"To clean the urban decay."
Before they could get another word out, The mans jacket opened revealing a white skull. None of them had time to think as hot lead ended them quickly. The man in the coat was the Punisher. He stood over the stack of bodies holding his two semi-auto modified TK-33's. After he cleaned his 'mess', he climbed back into the van and went back to his hideout for some shut eye
First Person Sample journal entry (First person):
I drifted through life wondering what I was meant to do. When I was 18, I joined the marines and ran ops all over the world. I became strong. I didn't enjoy what I did, but it was one of those things that needed to be done. After my family was killed, I realized exactly what my purpose was. I needed to become the person who punished the unpunishable. That brings me to the here and now. I'm standing outside of a crackhouse in northern flat iron. There are dealers, pushers and pimps all over the place. one of them starts eyeing me up, noticing things aren't quite right with me. This won't end well...for them.
Read the rules? Frank Castle lives by rules. Rules of his own, granted, but they are rules none the less, am I right?
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