I think this simple template will suffice. Conditions: the battles continue until someone is KO'd, killed, or admits defeat to avoid the above two. The authorities will conveniently not be coming to aid anyone here, nor shall anyone else. The Basilica shall be dark save for some construction lights. I'll set the time at midnight. For this, I think I shall actually use my namesake character.
Name:
Age:
Appearance: (So we know who we're dealing with.)
Personality: (Granted, most of it will be seen on the battlefield, but still...optional.)
Weapons:
Skills: (Don't be God, please?)
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Name: Exvind
Age: 27
Appearance: A generally average man appearance-wise. 6ft 8in, a relatively thin frame, and a sort of paleness that isn't quite healthy, but also does not indicate grave sickness. He has sharp features, and artificially colored black hair, which is cut short, but spiked somewhat. Due to either apathy or deliberately wanting to appear like a d-bag in society, he has not shaved at anypoint in the last few weeks, leading to a light scruff of a beard and moustache. His eyes are a very odd, almost shifting shade of hazel, mixing blue, green, gold, and grey into a very interesting blend. Nearly perpetually, lit or not, there is a cigarette between his lips.
For this scenario, he is dressed in close fitting yet relaxed black jeans, combat boots, and fingerless leather gloves with small studs embedded on the knuckles. Over a black, padded turtleneck, he wears a light kevlar vest, wrapping around his chest. To complete the ensemble, he is wearing a black oiled-canvas duster, minus the mantle. The duster is covered in a network of buttons, allowing for easy removal, and his entire body is adorned with a multitude of hidden ammo clips, holsters, and sheathes.
Personality: Oh who am I kidding? Personalities are best determined through combat. So there.
Weapons: Six Smith&Weston .9mm pistols with hollow-point bullets, kept in holsters close to his body, (i.e. hips, legs, arms.) No less than four military-issue combat knives, also kept in easy to access sheathes, (hip, boot, arm, and thigh). And, of course, his own body.
Skills: As it is, he has no fantastic special techniques, or means of making things explode. All that he has at his disposal is training. Years, and years, and years of practice. His marksmanship is comparable to some of the U.S. professional shooting teams. Wasting bullets is not something he practices. Every bullet fired should have a very valid chance of hitting his target, thus why he typically only uses one at a time in conjunction with a knife. In close combat, however, his technique becomes a bit more erratic. Preferring to use two knives at the same time, he combines traditional martial arts with less savory methods, (He's not afraid to, and is infact very likely to play dirty.)
The only other thing that could be considered special is his aptitude towards parkour, or free-running.