Post by God-Maker Syrum on Dec 10, 2014 8:06:57 GMT -5
Name: Edgar Corbin Krane
Alias: Ed, Eddie
Age: 41
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200 lbs
Eye Color: Sky blue
Hair Color: Dark brown
Appearance:
Personality: Edgar is a person that truly enjoys the finer things in life. He likes a higher class to the social populace. He enjoys wine, classical music, and yoga. He isn't very rich, but what money he has he spends on things that improve the quality of life for himself. He appears kind, at times, even controlled. Truth is he's a loose cannon. Though he wants good things, he always ends up doing harm and part of him enjoys it. He has a deep ambition, and having a degree in education gives him two things he desires. To teach the kids of today discpline and respect for future generations, and to be famous for showing the world that even the most unruly can be reformed.
Fighting Style: Edgar is a true fighter. Brutally effecient, his time in the Military special forces has taught him how to hurt those around him. How to make sure and stop them in their tracks. It has also given him an intense physical form and curved intellect. He sees the quickest path to a single point being a straight line, and does what is necessary to get to that point. Brutal holds, throws and swift punches, he is a classy but ever tightly controlled fighter.
Strengths: As former special forces, his body is honed as a weapon. He is a brutal machine. A strict and controlled/trained killer. He has knowledge, expertise and the physical form to put down any seblance of power a person puts forward to him.
Weaknesses: He has a few wounds leftover from his time in the military. He can't feel anything in the last three fingers of his left hand. He has a perforated ear-drum on his left hand side, and his right knee aches in the morning from a steep fall that tore a tendon there. Though the repair went well, he still has to stretch in the morning to feel normal, and it could, therefore be exploited.
He laughed.
"You don't seriously expect me to teach now, do you?"
The man sitting in the chair next to him wore a uniform. Colonel. He was balding but still had some hairs along the outside of his skull, just above the ears. He shrugged at Edgard statement.
"You got the degree, Ed. Why get it if not to teach?"
Edgar took a sip of wine from the glass he held in his hands.
"Because it was easy, Tom. Businesses in this country don't care what kind of degree you have, just that you have one."
Thomas Marshal cocked an eyebrow but nodded.
"That may have some truth to it, but nobody is going to hire you."
Edgar Krane scoffed at that, but Tom, after taking a sip of wine leaned forward.
"Let me lay it out for you, Ed. You came from a disfunctional family. You dad beat your mom and you from the earliest time you can remember. You were sent off to boarding school, had straight A's, and joined the military straight out of high school. Ya kicked ass. Blew through the ranks there up to Major. As major Edgard Krane you refused to sit in a tent- you went out on missions and saw people. Helped your men fight. And when two hundred civilians were slaughtered in a village outside Kabul, you were there. And you took the blame regardless of whether you were involved. Because you refused to talk about it, you earned the respect of the men who served under you. Even in ranks that weren't yours. But you were dishonorably discharged. Forcefully."
Edgar took another sip, staring at the Colonel.
"Now, you sit in your flat here in New York, kicking around the paper for a job. But I know you. You have ambition. You want to do something with yourself and with this country. So, teach. You work up to Headmaster, you can shape the minds of every student that comes through the door. And you'll be operating a prestigous school. No business will take you with the discharge. But a school just might."
Edgars eyes narrowed slightly in thought.
"Yeah. So say I'm sold on the idea- what school, exactly, isn't gonna give a damn about whether I killed two hundred people or not?"
Tom leaned forward with a grin.
"Public Highschool 552. They will let anyone with a degree in, and their board is still working on a system so a background check won't be so thorough."
Edgar snorted.
"I thought you said prestigous. That's like a juvenile detention center."
Tom shook his head.
"It will be prestigous by the time you're done with it, Ed. It will be."
Other: He Drinks, he smokes, and he never tells a lie.
Alias: Ed, Eddie
Age: 41
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200 lbs
Eye Color: Sky blue
Hair Color: Dark brown
Appearance:
Personality: Edgar is a person that truly enjoys the finer things in life. He likes a higher class to the social populace. He enjoys wine, classical music, and yoga. He isn't very rich, but what money he has he spends on things that improve the quality of life for himself. He appears kind, at times, even controlled. Truth is he's a loose cannon. Though he wants good things, he always ends up doing harm and part of him enjoys it. He has a deep ambition, and having a degree in education gives him two things he desires. To teach the kids of today discpline and respect for future generations, and to be famous for showing the world that even the most unruly can be reformed.
Fighting Style: Edgar is a true fighter. Brutally effecient, his time in the Military special forces has taught him how to hurt those around him. How to make sure and stop them in their tracks. It has also given him an intense physical form and curved intellect. He sees the quickest path to a single point being a straight line, and does what is necessary to get to that point. Brutal holds, throws and swift punches, he is a classy but ever tightly controlled fighter.
Strengths: As former special forces, his body is honed as a weapon. He is a brutal machine. A strict and controlled/trained killer. He has knowledge, expertise and the physical form to put down any seblance of power a person puts forward to him.
Weaknesses: He has a few wounds leftover from his time in the military. He can't feel anything in the last three fingers of his left hand. He has a perforated ear-drum on his left hand side, and his right knee aches in the morning from a steep fall that tore a tendon there. Though the repair went well, he still has to stretch in the morning to feel normal, and it could, therefore be exploited.
History
He laughed.
"You don't seriously expect me to teach now, do you?"
The man sitting in the chair next to him wore a uniform. Colonel. He was balding but still had some hairs along the outside of his skull, just above the ears. He shrugged at Edgard statement.
"You got the degree, Ed. Why get it if not to teach?"
Edgar took a sip of wine from the glass he held in his hands.
"Because it was easy, Tom. Businesses in this country don't care what kind of degree you have, just that you have one."
Thomas Marshal cocked an eyebrow but nodded.
"That may have some truth to it, but nobody is going to hire you."
Edgar Krane scoffed at that, but Tom, after taking a sip of wine leaned forward.
"Let me lay it out for you, Ed. You came from a disfunctional family. You dad beat your mom and you from the earliest time you can remember. You were sent off to boarding school, had straight A's, and joined the military straight out of high school. Ya kicked ass. Blew through the ranks there up to Major. As major Edgard Krane you refused to sit in a tent- you went out on missions and saw people. Helped your men fight. And when two hundred civilians were slaughtered in a village outside Kabul, you were there. And you took the blame regardless of whether you were involved. Because you refused to talk about it, you earned the respect of the men who served under you. Even in ranks that weren't yours. But you were dishonorably discharged. Forcefully."
Edgar took another sip, staring at the Colonel.
"Now, you sit in your flat here in New York, kicking around the paper for a job. But I know you. You have ambition. You want to do something with yourself and with this country. So, teach. You work up to Headmaster, you can shape the minds of every student that comes through the door. And you'll be operating a prestigous school. No business will take you with the discharge. But a school just might."
Edgars eyes narrowed slightly in thought.
"Yeah. So say I'm sold on the idea- what school, exactly, isn't gonna give a damn about whether I killed two hundred people or not?"
Tom leaned forward with a grin.
"Public Highschool 552. They will let anyone with a degree in, and their board is still working on a system so a background check won't be so thorough."
Edgar snorted.
"I thought you said prestigous. That's like a juvenile detention center."
Tom shook his head.
"It will be prestigous by the time you're done with it, Ed. It will be."
Other: He Drinks, he smokes, and he never tells a lie.
