Dirk Bell
Height: 5' 10"
Hair: Auburn with a tinge of red on his sideburns

Dirk is a rare breed. The only super about him is his ego. Decending from a long line of peace keepers and law men, the art of the weapon was embedded into him by his elders. There is nothing that he can't turn into a makeshift weapon on the spot or any person that can surpass his marksmanship. All his life Dirk has been told how his mastery of the gun topped that of his own father and grandfather(and possibly even further back in the line). This praise has led to a selfconfidence that overrides his own common sense in many occasions. He has decided to strap on his holsters and show the world what a normal man can do in a world of metahumans.
He dresses in a black trench coat that he uses to store all his weapons (hand-guns, throwing stars, knives, etc.). A thin layer of kevlar is covered by his grey overshirt. An old school fedora and mask help him pull off the Golden Age look and allows him, with a quick removal, to blend into almost any crowd. His boots can also be used to hide a knife, gun, or whatever he comes up with.
His cat-like reflexes and cool exterior serve him well in combat. But, like all men, Dirk experiences fear in the face of harsh adversity. Over the years, he has managed to master the perfect poker face to bluff his opponents and allies and has the overbearing will to keep his hand steady for every shot.
Watch out! The Lone Gunman of the Apocalypse has arrived. [woooOOOOoooo!]

[ 06-25-2002, 12:51 AM: Message edited by: thedoctor ]