3 Step Paradise Application
Name: Sydney
LJ: n/a
Contact: E-mail is best: filledwithstraw@gmail.com, I also have AIM but I'm not on often: wodstok69
Other Characters Played: n/a
Series: Team Fortress 2
Character: BLU Sniper
Timeline: Respawning after getting backstabbed by a Spy.
Personality: Sniper is distant and anti-social. A life of shooting things from afar has made him avoid social interaction and because of that he's not much of a team player. He almost never smiles, as the only real thing he enjoys is getting a perfect headshot. Good at what he does, he's also an insufferable showoff, making sure everyone knows that he was the one that shot/killed them. He prides himself on being polite and efficient, so he wouldn't attack anyone without provocation, and because he always maintains a 'stiff upper lip' it takes quite a lot to antagonize him.
The only exceptions are Spies. He has a fierce hatred and distrust for them, even the ones on his own team. Mostly because they're responsible for ruining his shots and backstabbing him when he's focused on lining up his scope. That scar across his left cheek is a constant reminder to always be vigilant against spies sneaking up on him.
Sniper is constantly getting harassed by his team and outside of work. His own father calls him a crazed gunman and it's a running joke among the team to tell him to run five miles away so that he can shoot them. He avoids most of them as much as possible, living in a camper and keeping to himself. They're also fond of antagonizing him about Jarate, a weapon mostly consisting of his own piss in a jar. It's a completely viable defensive weapon and his attitude is, if it's good enough for Saxton Hale, it's good enough for anyone else.
He does have a softer side but it rarely comes out. And while he really does enjoy all the solitude and quiet, he occasionally wants to have something other than just passing acquaintances who he never even bothers to learn the names of.
Background: “In his former life as a tracker of dangerous game in the unforgiving Australian outback, the Sniper would spend months by himself. Prolonged isolation taught him a valuable lesson: You don't have to rely on other people if you never miss.”
Since that's basically all the canon we get here's some supplemental headcanon:
Sniper grew up with a set of incredibly overbearing parents who constantly pushed him towards getting a 'real' job and settling down with a wife and some kids in a nice suburban setting. Instead he ran off into the bush with just a rifle and some provisions. He enjoyed the solitude and not having any responsibility except to himself. He learned to track game and became an amazing shot with his rifle.
Several years later he was recruited by BLU to become what he terms an 'assassin' and to hunt down any members of the opposing organization RED. It pays well, he gets to remain mostly alone, and he's a man who really enjoys his work. It's a point of personal pride with him to never miss a shot. Unlike most members of BLU he's not assigned to any one base or any one team, traveling around to hunt down certain people. This adds to his isolation as he's never in one place long enough to get to know anyone.
And that's the way he likes it.
Abilities/Additional Notes: He's not just bragging when he says he never misses. He really is an amazing shot with his rifle and also with a bow. However in close quarters it's easy to overpower him as he's tall and skinny and not very strong. While he has a knife, he's not that great with it, but anyone getting that close to him and attacking him runs the risk of getting covered in piss jarate.
Advocate Note:: n/a
Sample Journal Post:
*Unbeknownst to Sniper the 3STP has started recording him from where he had discarded the damn thing in the corner. He's currently crouched inside of a shed with a small window pointing out towards blue sky showing a row of cans lined up at various heights and distances away from his hiding place. An arrow is nocked in his Huntsman bow and he's taking his time lining up the shot. When he finally releases the arrow sails out and hits his target with a meaty THUNK.*
Piece of piss!
*He sounds pretty proud of himself as he pulls out another arrow.*
Yoi never saw it comin' did yoi? Bloody worthless Spy.
*Another arrow goes flying.*
Yoir makin' this so easy I'm actually getting' worse. Serves yoi right foir sneakin' up on me, mate. Have another go at it? Don't mind 'f I do.
*The cans go flying off their posts one after another. Perfect shots. If only they were actually Spies.*
Sample RP:
Squatting up in his perch behind a corrugated metal fence, Sniper had a clear view of the entire control point and most of the RED's side of the field. He watched through his scope as a single Scout ran across the field in a desperate attempt to pin them back to their base. The RED Scout double jumped to cross a small bridge, raised his bat to initiate an attack on a busy Engineer and then went tumbling out of the sky into the snow, a red trail of blood following him as the momentum of the shot pushed him several feet back.
The Engineer looked up and waved before going back to work on his turret. Sniper tipped his hat in response and turned his attention back to the battlefield ahead of him. He cocked his trusty rifle and checked his ammo, thirteen more shots, more than enough. He zoomed in and slowly scanned the field back and forth looking for more heads to blast off of their RED bodies. He could hear some sort of commotion but couldn't see it from his vantage point. Instead of going to see what it was he remained at his hidey hole, just waiting.
A small crunching noise behind him made him drop his gun instantly and grab his kukri out of his belt. Turning he didn't see anything, but that was to be expected. He ran around in a circle flailing and slashing back and forth at waist height hoping to accidentally run into the Spy he thought was hiding there. When nothing happened he cautiously went back to his gun, casting wary glances over his shoulder as he squatted back down and took aim.
Just as he sat down a Heavy he had shot before came within range. “I'm runnin' out 'f places t' put holes in yoi mate.” He whispered quietly to himself before lining up the shot and taking the enormous Heavy Weapons Guy down. He almost grinned.
That is, until the knife of the Spy he had failed to find, came down on his back and he went tumbling down the side of the little cliff he was on. He was dead before he even hit the ground, his hat slowly rolling away to end up at the feet of the RED Spy who was now cleaning his knife of Sniper's blood.
LJ: n/a
Contact: E-mail is best: filledwithstraw@gmail.com, I also have AIM but I'm not on often: wodstok69
Other Characters Played: n/a
Series: Team Fortress 2
Character: BLU Sniper
Timeline: Respawning after getting backstabbed by a Spy.
Personality: Sniper is distant and anti-social. A life of shooting things from afar has made him avoid social interaction and because of that he's not much of a team player. He almost never smiles, as the only real thing he enjoys is getting a perfect headshot. Good at what he does, he's also an insufferable showoff, making sure everyone knows that he was the one that shot/killed them. He prides himself on being polite and efficient, so he wouldn't attack anyone without provocation, and because he always maintains a 'stiff upper lip' it takes quite a lot to antagonize him.
The only exceptions are Spies. He has a fierce hatred and distrust for them, even the ones on his own team. Mostly because they're responsible for ruining his shots and backstabbing him when he's focused on lining up his scope. That scar across his left cheek is a constant reminder to always be vigilant against spies sneaking up on him.
Sniper is constantly getting harassed by his team and outside of work. His own father calls him a crazed gunman and it's a running joke among the team to tell him to run five miles away so that he can shoot them. He avoids most of them as much as possible, living in a camper and keeping to himself. They're also fond of antagonizing him about Jarate, a weapon mostly consisting of his own piss in a jar. It's a completely viable defensive weapon and his attitude is, if it's good enough for Saxton Hale, it's good enough for anyone else.
He does have a softer side but it rarely comes out. And while he really does enjoy all the solitude and quiet, he occasionally wants to have something other than just passing acquaintances who he never even bothers to learn the names of.
Background: “In his former life as a tracker of dangerous game in the unforgiving Australian outback, the Sniper would spend months by himself. Prolonged isolation taught him a valuable lesson: You don't have to rely on other people if you never miss.”
Since that's basically all the canon we get here's some supplemental headcanon:
Sniper grew up with a set of incredibly overbearing parents who constantly pushed him towards getting a 'real' job and settling down with a wife and some kids in a nice suburban setting. Instead he ran off into the bush with just a rifle and some provisions. He enjoyed the solitude and not having any responsibility except to himself. He learned to track game and became an amazing shot with his rifle.
Several years later he was recruited by BLU to become what he terms an 'assassin' and to hunt down any members of the opposing organization RED. It pays well, he gets to remain mostly alone, and he's a man who really enjoys his work. It's a point of personal pride with him to never miss a shot. Unlike most members of BLU he's not assigned to any one base or any one team, traveling around to hunt down certain people. This adds to his isolation as he's never in one place long enough to get to know anyone.
And that's the way he likes it.
Abilities/Additional Notes: He's not just bragging when he says he never misses. He really is an amazing shot with his rifle and also with a bow. However in close quarters it's easy to overpower him as he's tall and skinny and not very strong. While he has a knife, he's not that great with it, but anyone getting that close to him and attacking him runs the risk of getting covered in piss jarate.
Advocate Note:: n/a
Sample Journal Post:
*Unbeknownst to Sniper the 3STP has started recording him from where he had discarded the damn thing in the corner. He's currently crouched inside of a shed with a small window pointing out towards blue sky showing a row of cans lined up at various heights and distances away from his hiding place. An arrow is nocked in his Huntsman bow and he's taking his time lining up the shot. When he finally releases the arrow sails out and hits his target with a meaty THUNK.*
Piece of piss!
*He sounds pretty proud of himself as he pulls out another arrow.*
Yoi never saw it comin' did yoi? Bloody worthless Spy.
*Another arrow goes flying.*
Yoir makin' this so easy I'm actually getting' worse. Serves yoi right foir sneakin' up on me, mate. Have another go at it? Don't mind 'f I do.
*The cans go flying off their posts one after another. Perfect shots. If only they were actually Spies.*
Sample RP:
Squatting up in his perch behind a corrugated metal fence, Sniper had a clear view of the entire control point and most of the RED's side of the field. He watched through his scope as a single Scout ran across the field in a desperate attempt to pin them back to their base. The RED Scout double jumped to cross a small bridge, raised his bat to initiate an attack on a busy Engineer and then went tumbling out of the sky into the snow, a red trail of blood following him as the momentum of the shot pushed him several feet back.
The Engineer looked up and waved before going back to work on his turret. Sniper tipped his hat in response and turned his attention back to the battlefield ahead of him. He cocked his trusty rifle and checked his ammo, thirteen more shots, more than enough. He zoomed in and slowly scanned the field back and forth looking for more heads to blast off of their RED bodies. He could hear some sort of commotion but couldn't see it from his vantage point. Instead of going to see what it was he remained at his hidey hole, just waiting.
A small crunching noise behind him made him drop his gun instantly and grab his kukri out of his belt. Turning he didn't see anything, but that was to be expected. He ran around in a circle flailing and slashing back and forth at waist height hoping to accidentally run into the Spy he thought was hiding there. When nothing happened he cautiously went back to his gun, casting wary glances over his shoulder as he squatted back down and took aim.
Just as he sat down a Heavy he had shot before came within range. “I'm runnin' out 'f places t' put holes in yoi mate.” He whispered quietly to himself before lining up the shot and taking the enormous Heavy Weapons Guy down. He almost grinned.
That is, until the knife of the Spy he had failed to find, came down on his back and he went tumbling down the side of the little cliff he was on. He was dead before he even hit the ground, his hat slowly rolling away to end up at the feet of the RED Spy who was now cleaning his knife of Sniper's blood.