Frank Martin

[Frank Martin]

Name: Frank Martin
Age: 33
Height: 5’11”
Species: Human
Body Alterations: (tattoos, piercings, scars, etc.) A few scars here and there - hazards on the job - but nothing else.

Hair: Brown and receding a bit at the hairline, but he keeps it cropped short so it’s not really noticeable.
Eyes: Hazel - green in some lighting.
Build: He may not be the tallest guy around, but if one can easily tell by his arms and torso that he keeps himself in top physical condition.

Clothing, Jewelry, etc: When on the job, Frank dresses like any professional businessman would; black business suit, button down shirt, black tie, nice shoes, and a pair of thin black leather gloves, but those are mostly to keep fingerprints from being transferred. On a normal day at home, he dresses like your average guy; blue jeans, muted color tee shirt - he doesn’t like to stand out - and plain boots.

Where They're From: Main character in The Transporter

Reasons for Joining the League: Despite always trying to be an unbiased transporter, Frank’s deals have led to the destruction of innocent lives. For once, he wants to see what it’s like to fight the good fight.

Personality: Frank is, by nature a quiet, calm and patient - and maybe only a little bit uptight - man. He likes things simple and orderly, and this attitude carries over into his job; he has set rules for for what he does and those rules are never to be broken. But, don’t let his calm exterior fool you; he may have a good deal of patience, but eventually, it will run out.

Powers: Being a normal human, he doesn’t have any sort of supernatural powers, per say, but he is frighteningly good behind the wheel of almost any automobile.

Abilities: Frank has an uncanny ability to get out of almost any scrape; despite the fact that he keeps things as organized as possible, sometimes his plans don’t...well, go as planned, and he’s become quite adept at thinking on his feet. And, concerning his driving skills, the man can use just about any vehicle to escape from just about any situation. Combat-wise, he is government trained, and as such, is an extremely accurate marksman with almost any firearm, and he excels in hand-to-hand combat; he is strong, quick, and agile, making him a formidable opponent.

Weaponry: Frank doesn’t normally carry more than a simply switchblade on him, but, given what happened on his last delivery, he’s invested in a pair of M92 Berettas.

Switchblade


M92 Berettas

History: After leaving the Special Forces, Frank Martin became a notorious mercenary, known only as ‘The Transporter.’ He would transfer goods - usually illegal - from customer to customer, no questions asked, while appearing to live a quiet, simple live along the French Mediterranean. Being the best in the business, Frank wasn’t troubled by a package he was supposed to deliver American known as “Wall-Street” (Rule Two: no names), until a flat tire caused him to pull over on his way to the drop off point. Upon opening the trunk to take out the spare tire, he noticed something.

The package was moving.

At first, Frank ignored this odd occurrence and, after fixing the flat, kept on driving. Lunch rolled around, and going against his better instincts, he opened the package to offer whatever/whoever was in there a drink, and found Lai, a young Asian woman doomed to become a slave once the delivery was complete. In spite of the nagging from his conscience, Frank went through with the delivery - despite a slight run in with two cops - and after “Wall-Street” had his package, he offered Frank another job: an unassuming, one kilo briefcase to be delivered to another nameless person. Not wanting to turn down a perfectly good offer, he accepted, and was on his way.

Halfway to the destination point, Frank stopped off for food and was just about to return to his car when it was blown sky-high; Wall-Street had know that Frank had opened the package. Needless to say, Frank was irritated, and returned to Wall-Street’s place to exact revenge. He stole one of his former employer’s cars - after beating down the man’s flunkies - and headed home, until he found a stowaway in the back seat; Lai again. Once again, Frank ignored his instincts and took the woman home with him, hoping to get some information about what kind of shit he was in; as it turned out, he was in very deep shit.

Frank and Lai uncovered a plot by Lai’s own father to smuggle Chinese immigrants into France, where they would become slaves to the corrupt and wealthy. Despite being nearly beaten to death numerous times, and having his house demolished, Frank helped Lai - having become somewhat attached - to stop her father’s plan from going through, effectively saving the lives of around 300 immigrants.

Naturally, after all that, Frank’s nice, quiet life wasn’t so quiet anymore, and in an attempt to start over, he shipped off to America and now resides on the East Coast, where he is living comfortable and, most importantly, quietly.