Vincent

NAME: Vincent Anderson
BORN: Russia (in La or Smallville now)
PARENTS: dead, before I could remember
SIGNIFICANT: Likes someone...
HAIR COLOUR: Brown
EYE COLOUR: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'9
OCCUPATION: Bount Hunter (killer)
CHILDREN: none, but wants some
POWERS: Martial arts Training, ex KBG agent, Excellent gunman
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS! MyGen Profile GeneratorHey, whats up? My names Vincent Anderson. Or you can just call me Vince. I grew up in Russia, my mother was killed when I was two, and my father was died of liver disease when I was twelve, after that it, was foster home, to foster home, then I got a job at the KGB, resinged during the 90's. I never made a differnce there anyway. Not like the Russians cared. So I left that, became some what of a bounty hunter. I kill for money, whoever, you name it. I left Russia, went to the states, and made my stay in Los Angels, now I move around wherever. You have money, and I'm yours. On my last mission, I met this dude named Max, he was a taxi cab driver from LA, I used him to get around quick. Killed who I was after, then went to my next target, he didn't know about it for a while, but then found out when he heard the gunshots. I also am extremly well at guessing people's jobs, like the lawyer, who's number I saw, laying in the taxi cab,I didn't know it at the time but she would be my next target. I never gave my true identy to the people I worked for, only let them here my voice, they wanted me to come to them, so I sent Max, giving him my id, and saying he was me, he did, with worry, if they found it wasn't him, they would kill him. But Max got out, got my next assingment, and I went to to find her it was the girl Max liked, they lawyer, so he ran to tell her. I chased him throughout the city of LA, he managed to ecscape me, by losing me in a dance club, not without a shootout, and the CIA helping him ecscape, but when he was leaving, I caught up with him, shot the CIA agent, and got Max to drive me again. But Max started to go crazy, crashed the car, cops came, I ran, he was there, and he managed to leave the cops,take their gun, follow me to the office building, warn my target, get to the train station, and get on the train. I chased Max in the train, finally we stopped, we stood at the doorway, hiding from each other, I would shoot every now and then, and then, I ran out of ammo, but didn't tell him, I told him to come out, and I'm doing my job, but he didn't care, I went to reload, he heard the sound and shot me in the shoulder, I died on the train from my wounds. Now I'm back in buisness. Don't like my job? Tuff shit, and don't mess with me. I also have taken a job from Lex Luthor, not going to say what it is, classified information.My new car, I know your jealous, hehehe:mercedes benz slr mclaren