Wrathchild

The name's Wrathchild.  No second name, just Wrathchild. You can call me “Mr. Wrathchild”, or just “Sir” – that’s what my friends call me: the ones still alive that is.

Born out of revenge and anger, I’m one nasty mofo.  I hunt for my prey.  I stalk them until the last second.  I am everywhere hunting an individual down for the kill.  The thrill of the chase, the hunt, and the sound of one's pain is pleasure for me.  In no means am I a bounty hunter like Mustang or a sniper like Psycho Clown. I'm just a hunter stalking my prey to get the kill and then have a laugh at my work. 

I especially like hunting medics.  And Kittens.  Kittens and medics – I love the look on their faces when they take a round. It’s like “What the F?  You can’t shoot me!  I’m a (kitten / medic) for crying out loud! What kind of sick bastard shoots a (kitten / medic)?”

Coolness.

My armament is a tricked out A-5 but I occasionally carry a grenade or two for kicks and grins.

When not slaughtering prey in the woods I like to relax with a jar full of flies, pulling their wings off and sipping a warm foamy beer stretched out on a bed of nails.  Sometimes, when bored, I’ll find a bunch of campers and give them a snipe hunt they’ll never forget.  Sometimes I’ll wear clothes when doing that.