Percival Castle!

This line of work's a needless, hopeless battle. No doubts about it.

A one-machine war against crime itself; a pointless mission destined to fail.
Yet, Percival "Pyrel" Franklin Castle finds themself back at that damned sniper's scope with their guilty finger flirtin' with the smooth groove of a trigger, a brick wall newly painted crimson with the brain matter of a nameless criminal damned to never seek parole, and a new tally on an ever-increasin' list of names tucked away in one of SHIELD's dense manila folders.
Scrub the blood off — and repeat ad nauseam.
Pyrel can't even remember the reasoning as to why or how their violence warped from military duties to their fuckin' destiny. Maybe it doesn't even matter anymore.

Regardless — by the Stars — they'd never have it any other way.

Pyrel wants to tell you somethin'. Enlighten you, if y'will.
Fruitless as this shit may be, they haven't come across a more effective way of snuffin' out crime 'sides refining the art of fine-tuned violence. They suppose it's an acquired taste.
Those spandex and caped types always try yappin' otherwise, but Pyrel's the one sporting a near-perfect success rate on stopping criminals here. Bailouts, escapes, paroles, and — most damning of 'em all — repeat offenders are a foreign concept to Pyrel's arsenal, which is more than any "super" could say.

Speakin' of which, 's funny how how the world's so stubborn, for lack of better words, let 'em tell ya.

History repeats itself to fuckin' ridiculous extremes.
The world's everything humanity's ancestors dreamed it of bein', but it's still tryin' to solve the same damn problems with the same damn solutions that've been done to death for literal millennia — then, it goes and scratches it's ass, wonderin' why it's not fuckin' workin', all the while prancin' and shoutin' from the rooftops 'bout how we've come so far from the start of the third millennium.
Oh, and stars-fuckin'-forbid you've got problems with society. What are you, ungrateful? Oblivious? Well, humanity's redeemed itself with nuclear power and pays more attention to people who aren't billionaires. We've practically reached the Galactic Graces of heaven in terms of quality of life — whatever.

What a damn waste of time.

'Course, nothing ever changes, despite what shills try tellin' ya.
It's a weird quirk of humanity that's just been worsening as time passes. Crime's gonna fester, and swell, and grow more subtle for as long as crime exists. Soon, there's not gonna be enough bullets to take out this hydra of a thing.
But, fuck 'em straight to hell, Pyrel's gonna try proving themself wrong.

Attributes

Abilities

• United Republic Army infantry training
• Mastery of hand-to-hand combat
• Mastery of marksmanship
• Mastery of swordsmanship
• General weapons proficiency
• Scarily quick at learning how to use new weapons
• Persistence (stubbornness)

Equipment

A personal arsenal, including...

• Explosives
• Rifles
• Knives
• Swords
• Shotguns
• Flamethrowers
• Machine guns
• Handguns
• Reverse engineered equipment from various adversaries
• Custom attachments, equipment, and ammunition for aforementioned weapons
• Bulletproof vests
• Extensive blackmail
• Modified armored vehicles

...And more!

Notes

• Pyrel's big, broody, and tall (over 6'0").
• Pyrel's very square. Literally, their shape language is mostly squares and rectangles to look imposing and such.
• Stone-faced. Resting bitch face? Regardless, they very rarely exhibit any expression beyond that cold, stone face or rage. Even then, the latter's rare, too. They rarely exhibit body language, too...
• Is the blue on their hair dye or highlights? Up to you!

Trivia

• Pyrel's favorite food is revenge; served cold. Kidding. They love burgers with coffee.
• They drink black coffee just fine, but they prefer a packet of sugar and two shots of creamer. Won't admit this to anyone. Ever. Including themself.
• Has an... indescribable reaction to MREs.
• Greatly dislikes the URL Army and police after they began associating the Punisher's logo with their own agendas. Very, very begrudgingly hit up She-Hulk to force them to stop (along with death threats, of course).
• Harbors mixed feelings toward their dead ex-wife. Unsure of how to feel about her. Uses the death of said wife as an excuse for their 'war on crime,' but maybe it's something more. Whatever it is, Pyrel doesn't care.
• Very interested in weapons; mainly guns. For effective killing, of course, but also actually understanding the engineering behind such tools and how they work so well (or do not).
• Secret Warhammer: 40k fan. Finds comfort in its bleak setting, but will never admit this.