BAMF--- Peace Keeper

Name: Brankly
Age: mid thirtish who the hell cares
Gender: Male
District/Area: The Capitol
Appearance:

Big. Bald. Badass. Try to look at it any other way, but that is me. My look is intimidating from the get go. Six feet 3 inches of muscle and power. I don't let anyone stand in my way. My dark skin used to look like chocolate covered satin but after years of traing in the peace keaping nut I've started to form wrinkles at my eyes and mouth, even a few in my brown. I still look younger than my real age, which you'll never know unless you're my commanding officer.

My head is smooth as a new borns bottom, no need for that frizzy shit growing out of head. It just gets in the way, but facial hair...now thats where I can have some fun. Sometimes a mustache haning over my wide mouth accenting the gappy smile. Yeah thats right, I can smile all I want with this job. You bitches better listen! My eyes are smally and beady with heavy lids. They're brilliant when my face lights up with that smile, but if I'm staring you down, kid you better run. My voice is a deep baratone that makes all the ladies stop and stare, even if I could care less.

Personality:

I'm no pussy. I don't back down. I will take out anyone and anything. Thats why everyone thought I'd be a great peace keeper. Been in training since I was 12, making it around 20 some years I've been here. The job wears on you, makes you wearing and restless. I don't care. I block out the looks on the people's faces when they cry and they beg for mercy, shouldn't have broken the law in the first place. I have no pity for those who don't care enough to listen the first time around. Stupid people are worthless.

I wish I could tell you at somepoint I do have a soft spot, but I'm not sure I do. I wear my authority like a badge of honor. Don't need a woman, don't need anything but my routine. I worked hard to get this job, I'm still working my way up through the ranks. After all this time I'm still not a Sergent. Someday though the drive and determination I have will take me to the top. I'm vicious enough to cut out someone's tongue in front of them without thinking twice. I can't even count the number of people I've turned in for Avoxing.

You'd think after all this I'd be bitter about life...I'm not. I don't give a rats ass about anything other than making money and moving on up. Don't need a honey, just give me that money. My night off of the job are spent in my apartment, listening to music, studying techniques. I'm smarter than the average bear. Ask me anything, I'll give you an answer, and if I don't know it I'm make some shit up that sounds smooth.

History:

I grew up in a poor part of district 2. Not enough food on the table, too many people trying to take what wasn't theirs. My parents noticed early enough that I had a appetite for brutality so they sent me to the community home. Said I hurt too many of my brothers and sisters. I woudn't have done it had they not stepped out of line. Listen to the rules and no one gets hurt. Thats the motto I gotta live by. I was about 6 when they sent me off. Too young to know why, but old enough to hate the shit out of them.

Growing up in the group home I was always stuck watching over the younger ones. The ladies running the place knew I wouldn't take any lip. I sprouted up like a weed which made me seem even older than I was, it just helped complete the image. At first it was natural to take care of the youngins but then it was just annoying. I needed more, I wanted more...more power. So the ladies shipped me off to be a peace keeper.

Once at the nut it felt like home. I rose through the ranks with a steady and even power. I kept my pride on my shoulder and even once punched a recruit so hard they had to reconstruct his eye socket. The punk said I looked like a damn frog. I'm not no damn frog! My temper came with a price though. As I saw the others finding friends and lovers, I was not. So now here I am, old, powerful, and alone. Now get the hell out of my face cause I'm sick of these motherbluffing questions up in my motherbluffing face!

Codeword: Hey Odair you are!
Comments/Other:

I can't stop laughing.

And IrishGuy said i could use Samuel L Jackson.