A Rogue & Scoundrel ~ an impromptu profile of a killer

Never once suspected of being an assassin or a cold-blooded killer, this man over forty stood tall for being only five feet ten inches in height and a little over one hundred and seventy five pounds fully dressed in his tuxedo that dressed him in a charming and most delightful trait that pleased the ladies and threatened the men.

His charisma was bold and envied by all those that shared his presence as his piercing brown eyes distracted your attention to the fact that he was lean and muscular with the supreme physiognomies of the warrior is looked and is. Walking with a powerful gait of a human animal, he appeared well self-disciplined and smooth as a cat in his ability to tell a fable with his killer smile.

Never talking about his line of work and hammering out boldly his ambitions to become rich and famous, was this rogue scoundrel; almost everything a man wanted to be just like him since childhood. No doubt a survivor and skilled in the art of mortal combat, he could defeat any nemesis with one blow to the head as others walked around him with fear and tremble as they could sense any mistake on their part could cost them a limb or life if the reason was intense enough to trigger his silent violent nature or propensity to kill when given the opportunity to do so.

Command presence is not taken for granted as his every movement teaches other men how to walk and move with a certain deadly grace and ease of motion. Able to leap a vertical height of sixty six inches or more he was destined to be a basketball star if it were not for his lack of height and ability to share the ball with others around him making him a difficult member of any team chosen.

A personality best described as short filled with temper and the ability to engage conflict with more than one at a time, it was rare he lost his grip and controlled the turmoil and changes around him with skills developed in his subvert years in the military years ago. Cold as ice and with an emotional shell to keep him under self-control at all times, he would compensate his energy and skills to match his opponent. Not an introvert or extrovert by nature he appeared to be more of an ambivert in conversation and triggering his mannerism for either withdrawn or outgoing pleasures showing only what he wanted to show from the start.

This rogue scoundrel will not and does not allow any part of his job or nature to become too close to him as if he didn’t belong where he was. Allowing this distance between him and others as if he didn’t belong he knew when to retreat and bring his manner into conforming with the need to get close and conversational in styles that would prompt an analyst to believe he is either a dual personality or schizophrenic in mindset.

Since he was so emotionless and disheartened he would certainly not be missed if he was to be killed or assassinated by another assassin’s bullet. In fact, there would not be one soul that would mourn for him as they would not care or cry a tear and show no remorse or sorrow of his passing.

A hardened man, he was blessed despite his harsh vulgarity and profane words taking the Lord’s name in vain with every sentence spoken. He was nearly without err as a human as this was the thing that kept him alive and concealed for all these years.  

Standing rogue this scoundrel served his country well and learned the art of stealth quite well in those years of Foreign Service away from American soil. His training began at childhood with a .22 rifle his parents had bought him as it gave him the basic lessons learned and the basics for killing while defying the threat of torture or capture in a most brutally and painful world he lived in.  One must say his instincts and his levelheadness gave him the uncanny ability to keep his head calm even in the direst of situations around him or others.  Others were certainly envious of his self-composed and sensible mannerism that kept him ahead of the competition or those out to kill him. He had a hyperfocus ability that is second to none. Simply put he has the ability to focus with single dimensional precision and eliminate all distractions in the pursuit of his objective or target. Deterrence was not in his vocabulary as his aggressiveness gave him the edge on any fatal encounter from an assassin’s point of view.

This rogue scoundrel was never a quitter and defied the meaning of the word in every sense. His ability to push harder than any man could sets him apart from others as he accomplishes what he needs to accomplish, a characteristic he deems necessary to be a winner.

When it is all and said his single mindedness was created for one reason and one reason only – to survive. His mental focus and energy allowed him insights and visions beyond the normal scopes of mankind and allowed him to survive in the damnest situation faced throughout his time. His ability to withstand harshest weather lashed out by Mother Nature speaks of a man that has ways to survive under the harshest condition with no help from outside or someone. He can make things better and does his job better than anyone else he competes with in this sport of assassins and cold blooded killers.

He rarely speaks of his prowess to conquer and manipulate other people while not missing a beat of details to remain free and on the run when hunted by those claiming to be the best of the best.  A rare quality hardly ever missed by his opponents or nemesis in business is his stubbornness to resist help and his forever attitude of having a death wish as he takes the risks to excel in a particular way when it deals with a certain person place or thing.  Always having one goal in mind his only weakness is his non-existent self-doubt and his ever present gambling approach to everything he sets his mind to do or pursue.

A rogue scoundrel that acts on the order of others that pay him and pay him well. He reacts to their weaknesses and makes it their strengths. Trumping situations with his high risk taking approach in almost every situation, he gets a chance to reward himself with plentiful cash and women as he spends his time in seclusion waiting for the next order from someone up above.

So as he acts on this voice from a higher power he has no friends and does not allow anyone to get too close to him. His only allies are those he calls the tools of the trade and when the mission is clear he discards all human form of contact and focuses on the task before him with determination and logical extremism to finish the mission satisfactorily and with outright zealotry and brutal gratification of another job well done for his country or the highest bidder on this undeclared war on humanity.  His motto in life is “silence is a friend who will never betray.”(Confucious)