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Murderer of darkest night
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L'appel du vide est fort ces jours-ci
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I remembered my log in information. Hahahahaha
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4 yrs ago
murder fights the blacklist darkness of the night. ripping into your soul like the demon that awakens from the depths of the deepest dark hole
5 yrs ago
Black lyrics in my spirit. Subliminal message defined by a decibel so high you couldn't even hear it
5 yrs ago
I am your lack of a conscience I’m the ringing in your ears I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils Eating your vocal chords after your concerts
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The crimson caravan needs Maxwell's help once again. He was reluctant at first, but the caravan was never stingy with their caps when it came to professional stelth. Maxwell had drug himself across the Mojave wastes to get a hold of the caravan. It seemed that this time he needed to stalk two aledged NCR helpers who may be stalking them. This job seemed easy enough and he didn't mind taking a simple job for once, besides, it's sort of hard to say no to 800caps.
Maxwell made sure to keep his distance as he watched the two of them travel. He knew something was up, but his job currently was strictly recon. If he found out anything he was to return and than would be instructed further. For more caps of course. In the mean time he chose to keep his distance and make sure that no one would see him. Due to his short stature it was quite easy to hide should anyone try to see him. He was always prepared just in case something we're to go wrong. Lighting a cigarette Maxwell looked through his scope as he locked his sights in on the two up ahead of him. "I think I'll hold here for a moment" he said to himself as he kept the distance just inside ear shot.
As night settled he set up camp just behind a rock keeping an eye on the building the two settled into. Luckily his lonely life had trained him to stay awake for days so this recon would be a breeze, at least, so it seemed this far.
Maxwell made sure to keep his distance as he watched the two of them travel. He knew something was up, but his job currently was strictly recon. If he found out anything he was to return and than would be instructed further. For more caps of course. In the mean time he chose to keep his distance and make sure that no one would see him. Due to his short stature it was quite easy to hide should anyone try to see him. He was always prepared just in case something we're to go wrong. Lighting a cigarette Maxwell looked through his scope as he locked his sights in on the two up ahead of him. "I think I'll hold here for a moment" he said to himself as he kept the distance just inside ear shot.
As night settled he set up camp just behind a rock keeping an eye on the building the two settled into. Luckily his lonely life had trained him to stay awake for days so this recon would be a breeze, at least, so it seemed this far.
@APRoll201984@thegreenleafe I shall be filling the roll of the stalker
Name: Maxwell "long shot" Rose (approved over pm)
Age: 23
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: 180
Looks:
Personality:although the name may state some form of higher class Maxwell is far from it. Born to the hostile wasteland this young mercenary is well acquainted to what it takes to stay alive. At a chaotic neutral stand point of the world Maxwell has a quick trigger finger. No matter who you are this hot head can and will pull a gun on you.
Faction:N/A
S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (45 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength:5
Perception:10
Endurance:7
Charisma:5
Intelligence:10
Agility:4
Luck:4
Backstory:when Maxwell was only about 4 years old, bairly old enough to fully walk and talk, a group of raiders came and ran sacked his village. His parents hid him away but it did not stop him from seeing. All the villagers screamed in terror as they we're slaughtered and than the raiders entered his home. His father was killed on sight to prevent him from stopping them while the gang up on his mother taking turns before they killed her. Trying to hold his tears he hid himself while the raiders took everything and left. From this point on he was alone. Luckily for him the raiders we're only after money and not food. The young boy collected all the food and everything he had left and started to raise himself, training day and night, to protect himself.
Has the boy got older he felt safer with leaving his little town. Without eating human meat he really had no choice but to leave and find supplies. Maxwell, one day, came across a shack that appeared to be empty. He began taking everything he saw, especially food and weaponry. That's when he saw it, the one thing that would change his life forever. There in the corner of the shack was a large gun with a scope on it. He wasn't sure what it did but it appeared to be a gun went for long range attacks. He took this weapon and brought it back to his home. Teaching himself to use it it became evident that he would now be able to protect himself efficiently.
Maxwell, now a young man, travels the wastes with no trouble protecting himself. Haunted by his past, killing has become the only thing he knows. He now works as a hired mercenary. Killing and stealing in exchange for caps. Though his prices are not cheap people know his business is worth it.
Weapon choice: DKS-501, .44 revolver.
Perks (Add only three): rapid reload. Finesse. Sniper.
'Tagged' Skills: guns. Sneak. Speech
Any other info not included in the above: Maxwell may not know much about himself but he knows what he likes. In the world of today he would be refered to as pansexual. His Nick name 'Longshot' was created by a legend spoken about him. Tall tales told of a man with enough skill to kill you before you ever even knew he was there.
Age: 23
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: 180
Looks:
Personality:although the name may state some form of higher class Maxwell is far from it. Born to the hostile wasteland this young mercenary is well acquainted to what it takes to stay alive. At a chaotic neutral stand point of the world Maxwell has a quick trigger finger. No matter who you are this hot head can and will pull a gun on you.
Faction:N/A
S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (45 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength:5
Perception:10
Endurance:7
Charisma:5
Intelligence:10
Agility:4
Luck:4
Backstory:when Maxwell was only about 4 years old, bairly old enough to fully walk and talk, a group of raiders came and ran sacked his village. His parents hid him away but it did not stop him from seeing. All the villagers screamed in terror as they we're slaughtered and than the raiders entered his home. His father was killed on sight to prevent him from stopping them while the gang up on his mother taking turns before they killed her. Trying to hold his tears he hid himself while the raiders took everything and left. From this point on he was alone. Luckily for him the raiders we're only after money and not food. The young boy collected all the food and everything he had left and started to raise himself, training day and night, to protect himself.
Has the boy got older he felt safer with leaving his little town. Without eating human meat he really had no choice but to leave and find supplies. Maxwell, one day, came across a shack that appeared to be empty. He began taking everything he saw, especially food and weaponry. That's when he saw it, the one thing that would change his life forever. There in the corner of the shack was a large gun with a scope on it. He wasn't sure what it did but it appeared to be a gun went for long range attacks. He took this weapon and brought it back to his home. Teaching himself to use it it became evident that he would now be able to protect himself efficiently.
Maxwell, now a young man, travels the wastes with no trouble protecting himself. Haunted by his past, killing has become the only thing he knows. He now works as a hired mercenary. Killing and stealing in exchange for caps. Though his prices are not cheap people know his business is worth it.
Weapon choice: DKS-501, .44 revolver.
Perks (Add only three): rapid reload. Finesse. Sniper.
'Tagged' Skills: guns. Sneak. Speech
Any other info not included in the above: Maxwell may not know much about himself but he knows what he likes. In the world of today he would be refered to as pansexual. His Nick name 'Longshot' was created by a legend spoken about him. Tall tales told of a man with enough skill to kill you before you ever even knew he was there.
@Letter Bee anything working
Every time I join an rp it seems to die almost immediately.
So is this still a thing?
@Letter Bee lol it's OK
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