GRIFFIN.

Real Name: UNKNOWN
Renegade Name: GRIFFIN
Title: THE WORLD'S MOST ELITE SOLDIER
Alignment: ANTI-HERO
Age: UNKNOWN
Gender: MALE
Race: HUMAN (EXPERIMENT)
Hair: UNKNOWN
Eyes: BLACK
Height: 6'1
Weight: 154 lbs.
Blood type: UNKNOWN






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"GRIFFIN's true personality has been warped by the gruesome experimentation of Project GRIFFIN. He's sadistic now, and does whatever it takes to get the damn job done. Orders, to him, are the his commandments now, and he will do absolutely ANYTHING to execute them, no matter the cost."


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"GRIFFIN's birth name has been wiped clean, though most who worked with him would agree that at some point in his past he was a soldier. Believing that the military was chained and limited by corrupted authority, he turned to project GRIFFIN to give the world what it truly needed; an army that didn't adhere to broken codes, laws and biases. And he became just that, a one-man-army. In the course of several months he had completed hundreds of assignments that involved the assassination of various political figures that were spearheading selfish change. GRIFFIN's most infamous work is his single-handed infiltration into a secure compound with hundreds of defenses, while he was only barehanded."


1. Endurance
2. Reaction
3. Strength
4. Agility

• Maximum Physical Conditioning: Due to extensive experimentation, Griffin is in peak physical condition, through his rigorous training & exercise regimes, he developed that strength, speed, endurance, stamina, longevity, reflexes and agility near the limits of a super-soldier’s inhuman capabilities. His functions is at the peak human level of a man of his height, weight, age and build exercise without being superhuman. He can lift over 800 lbs over his head and sprint at speeds reaching 60 mp/h, though the pace could be doubled over short distances.
  
  
• Regenerative Healing Factor: Perhaps the greatest gift the program has given him is his healing factor. Whether it be a stab wound, bullet wound or severe burns, GRIFFIN will be capable of healing from it as long as he's given the time he needs to recover. Simple wounds such as scraped and bruises will be healed in moments where as severe stab wounds take up to a couple of hours and breaks could potentially take up to five hours to completely heal. Poison and aging do not affect his body, and neither does he require the basic necessities (eating, sleeping, breathing etc.). Killing him is nearly impossible.
  
  
• Pain Suppression: GRIFFIN cannot be slowed down by any injury. His brain does not allow him to feel anything, removing his restrictions and allowing his body to continue performing at its peak despite being heavily damaged, if at all possible. He can block pain at will, and is incapable of feeling pain, becoming highly resistant to physical and mental strain of any kind, allowing him to think clearly and continue to move despite grievous injury. GRIFFIN may also perform at peak capacity for a prolonged amount of time, due to this ability removing all the fatigue toxins in his body. The suffering he endured due to experimentation has also made him a little bit crazy.
  
  
• Military Training: (Skill) GRIFFIN has been trained in almost every form of martial arts and has been known to be one of the very best soldiers in the world. His marksmanship is almost unparalleled to any other, as he has trained and honed his ability almost every single day.
  

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1. While he is, in almost every sense, immortal he cannot regenerate at all if there isn't anything left of him.
   
2. While he cannot feel pain, it is possible to knock him unconscious with a good blow.
   
3. Binding him and trapping him is also a good way to restrain him.
   
4. His mental instability may cost him, as he'll pause when he's reminded of the pain he's endured in the past.
   
5. His somewhat sense of justice could also be manipulated against him.
   
6. He does not punch like a God. He cannot hurt beings that can easily withstand gunfire. Take away his toys, you take away most of what he can do. Unless he thinks.
   
7. Much like in the 2nd bullet, there are other smart ways to incapacitate him.
   

1. Skull Mask: Used to protect his identity. It's a ski-mask type that, underneath, has an ear piece which allows him to communicate with other communication devices.
   
2. M4A1
   
3. M40A3
   
4. Two small revolvers
   
5. Machete
   
6. Kevlar vest
   
7. Red dot sight, attaches to his guns
   
8. Taser
   
9. Smoke bombs, used as distraction, created by himself
   
10. Flashbangs, used as distraction, obtained through outside sources
    

NONE.



JUST A COLD PRESENCE. HIS VERY BEING IS A LEGEND.


Thunder crackled in the dark clouds overhead. Dim streetlights lit up the formerly empty street as two shadey vans were now racing down the previously empty yet peaceful road. "Hurry! He's gonna fookin' catch up to us," exclaimed a passenger. They reached the end of the road when the surroundings suddenly became quiet. "You think he's gone?" said the driver. "I don't th-" he didn't even finish his sentence before he was sniped 3,600 meters away. The location of the shooter was still a mystery. This was the work of the devil. A boogeyman. The cars immediately accelerated into the treelines, where their tires would have been accurately shot off, causing them to drift off course and into separate trees. The branches did the dirty, or should I say bloody, work. A man, tattooed all over with the smell of cigars and whorehouses crawled out of the burning vehicle. They thought they lost him. Boy were they wrong. GRIFFIN had let an empty clip drop to the floor before replacing it. The male pleaded for his life, stopping GRIFFIN in his tracks. Did he hesitate to take a life? Is this really a sign of weakness? Compassion? One the male could exploit? Or maybe GRIFFIN just found it amusing. Either way, the c*nt was stupid enough to draw a switchblade and stab GRIFFIN through the chest, thinking it killed him. GRIFFIN didn't even flinch. Ripped the blade right out his chest. The male fell on his back in disbelief. Only the wildlife were disturbed by the screams that came after.