[h2][b]Sin/Sebastian[/b][/h2]
[i]You are Sin.[/i]
I awake with a start, having apparently fallen asleep in the middle of reading something. Except there's nothing in front of me, and I don't remember coming here at all, so the only reason I can assume I was reading is the fact that I'm actually in a library at the moment. I seem to be in the central area of said library, sat on a blue plastic chair at a round plastic table, located near several other round plastic tables surrounded by other blue plastic chairs, with mostly-empty bookshelves spanning around them all. All in all, not where I picture myself being in five years time.
Or maybe it is. Apparently, I'm called Sin? I don't know what that's referring to, but somehow, that doesn't sound like the Bible definition of the word...
"Hey, you!"
I turn to face the sound of the sudden call, to find a young man in a leather jacket and jeans, with a rifle pointed at me. I have no idea what he's doing here, but since he is in fact pointing a gun in my direction, I slowly raise my hands into the air next to my head, just to show that I'm not doing anything suspicious. He heads toward me a few steps, then lowers the gun barrel and says "Alright, just checking you're not a zombie. I thought you were dead?"
It takes me a moment to respond. It feels like I haven't said anything in... well, a very long time. "I, uh... well, I'm clearly not, so that's a start."
"Yeah, it... wait, hold on, hold on... aren't you that one guy, uh... head of that company Syn Inc., before it went bust... damn, what was the name of that guy...?"
[i]You are also Sebastian Verlak.[/i]
"Ah, Sebastian?" I propose, deciding that a name given to me by my subconscious is as good as any.
"Yeah, him! Probably. I'll have to check later, uh... man, I thought you were dead."
"You said that already."
"No, no, but, like, [i]years ago,[/i] I think- I'm pretty sure they had a big old funeral for you and everything... I mean, before the end of the world, even!"
End of... ah, yes. That's a state of affairs too, so far as my subconscious is aware.
"Well. I'm evidently still here, so..."
"...yyyeaaah," he says awkwardly, "well, uh... I mean, you're the CEO of that company, then, or- or ex-CEO anyway, since it's collapsed due to... y'know... um..."
There's another awkward pause for a bit; then he slowly points the rifle in my direction again, a grim expression on his face. He's so young, but it's clear he's been marked by years of acts like... this.
"Are you really going to shoot an old man, sir?" I ask quietly. Sadly, almost. It's a shame, what some are driven to in desperate times.
"I'd rather not. But, uh... you're rich. You probably have, uh... well, you have nice clothes, at least. Don't know what else. I want them."
I look down at myself, checking my pockets for... a wallet? No. Keys? Nope. Anything resembling supplies, maybe food or water? Nil, nada, zip. Which leaves my clothes... very nice clothes, in face. A businessman's suit, very professional. A pity I'll have to lose it in just a-
...now what is that clopping sound? I look up at the same moment as my would-be mugger turns round, to see... oh my.
"...that's a bull," he points out, stating the obvious. Yes, it is a bull, a bull's shadow... what's it doing up here?
"What the hell is a [i]bull[/i] doing up here...?" the thief begins to ask, echoing my thoughts, but quickly decides he doesn't want to be near the bull in question, and with a final glance over at me, as if saying "let's try not to cross paths again", runs away from the area and out of the building. The bull rounds the corner... aaand it's much smaller than it looked. No more than a calf, actually, and one eager to scramble over to me, stopping just near me as I stand up to get a better look at it. It- no, no, [i]he's[/i] quite beautiful, I must say; his fur is a gorgeous deep brown, more horse-like than cattle-like, and he's staring at me with... something almost resembling intelligence? I'm not quite sure, but I could swear this is no ordinary cattle. The only real deformity he has are slight bumps on his shoulderblades... I wonder whether those'll affect him as he grows up? Either way, I feel an affinity with this calf. I'm going to let him stay with me, if he likes; I'd like to see how he develops.
Speaking of time passing, I wonder if I should get out of here? And where am I, anyway? In terms of geology, rather than of terminology. A glance out the nearest window (not as close as I might like, mind) tells me nothing much, aside from that this city is a rather worn-down place; thus, if I am to figure it out, I'd best get moving. I can't imagine the library will be much use, given how bookless it is; I therefore decide to head down to the ground floor, carrying the calf in my arms as I walk down the stairs- I believe cattle can't actually go down stairwells due to their leg structure, and it's not too much trouble for me to do this at the moment anyway- and eventually emerge at street level. Still not sure where I am, but hey, maybe if I walk around long enough, I'll figure something out. Maybe even find somebody who doesn't wish to kill me for my clothes. Only time will tell.
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[h2][b]Marduk/Jonathan[/b][/h2]
[i]You are Marduk.[/i]
"Who the hell is this?" I hear. I'm cold, though not hideously so; for now, I can handle remaining absolutely still with my eyes closed in order to listen to what's happening around me.
"I dunno... he looks rich as fuck, though. We gonna frisk him?"
"No shit. He's probably loaded with cash."
"Oh, I know who he is! Jonathan Morganson, the guy who owned Morningstar Industries before it went bust!"
[i]You are also Jonathan Morganson.[/i]
"I have... never heard of that."
"Yeah, of course [i]you[/i] haven't, Bill! You're as dumb and uncultured as a fucking rock. Now help me find his stuff..."
I feel a great many hands patting me down, feeling into pockets and pushing up bits of clothing. How dare they? How dare they touch me? If I weren't still invested in listening to them, I'd beat them all down right here... I'm not sure why I feel like that, but how DARE they?
"Ah, there's nothing on him. Fuckin' cheapskate bastard, why the hell's he unconscious here anyway?"
He dares to insult ME?! Does he know-
"I'm gonna put my dick in his mouth."
...what.
"What the- Larry, the fuck's wrong with you? He's a [i]guy[/i], and also probably dead!"
"Nawww, it'll be fine! He's alive, I felt a pulse."
"You FELT A- you could've said- I mean he did feel a bit warm for a... a dead guy- tha-that's not the point, why do you want to put your-"
"'cause it'll be funny as hell, that's why! Now watch, watch..."
Well, I'm going to kill that man. I can tell roughly where he is just by the sound he's making; all I need to do now is wait, untillll...
There's the sound of a zipper. Abruptly, before "Larry" can utter more than "Wha-", I snap my eyes open and swing my fist round into his groin, nailing his genitalia directly. He collapses with nary more than a whine of pain, and I knock him out him with a return blow to the temple as I stand, towering over these other gentlemen as they stare, awed at my sudden awakening.
"...what the fuck?! You son of a bitch!" one of them yells, drawing a gun on me; as though by sheer muscle memory, I charge him before he can aim the weapon, knocking him down and snatching the gun from him, then pressing it against his forehead whilst he's dazed and shooting once. Blood sprays across myself and the ground, ruining my suit- apparently, I'm a man of very high standing- and with my sudden bloodlust sated for the moment, I stand and face the others, who have all drawn weapons of their own - knives, bats, sticks with nails in them, but no other guns. And they fucking know they're in trouble, too.
"Uh- uh- d-drop the gun, man!" one of them demands. "We outnumber you, there's no way you can kill us all!" At this, I laugh uproariously. "You couldn't stop me from killing one of you when you [i]did[/i] have a gun," I explain to them in a gloating tone. "Which of you is willing to die to try and take me out now that you don't, and who's willing to bet that I cannot, in fact, shoot every last one of you before you get to me?"
Honestly, I'm not sure why I'm so confident. I figure it's a natural trait of mine, to be frank; I'm able to gloat about topics like this, I was apparently the head of a company prior to the apocalypse that seems to have occurred, and I clearly have at least the the skill and muscle to deal out devastating surprise attacks, so clearly, confidence becomes me. It does not become them, though; with one of their gang members just starting to wake up with a headache, possibly a concussion, and little chance of reproduction in the future, and another killed outright, there's only five of them remaining. They take many glances at one another, uncertain for a short while, before their morale finally breaks, and they run off as one mass, swiftly followed by Larry at a limping pace as he struggles to remain on his feet. Now, I'm evidently not too fond of people who try to put their genitals in my orifices without my permission, so I aim at Larry as he tries to run, and fire a second bullet, downing him outright. His companions leave him to die, and I then kneel down next to my first victim, frisking his body for... ah, ammunition cases. Three of them, in fact. Perfect. I take them, slip them in the pockets of my suit, and then look at my surroundings. One corpse and one soon-to-be corpse aside, it's just buildings. Quite tall buildings, actually. So that tells me...
...that I'm in a city.
Yeah okay I have no idea where I am. Oh well, I at least have something to protect myself with. Flicking the safety on the side of the gun and placing it into the right-hand pocket of my trousers- probably not safe, but where else will I put it?- I walk in the opposite direction to the gang, ready to take on this world of... gangs. Apparently. I don't know, maybe it's just that one group, but somehow, I think I'd almost be happier if it wasn't...

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So there's my starting posts for Sin and Marduk, with appropriate hooks for their respective groups, in the form of a guy riding round the city on a flying bull and a lightning bolt beacon with yelled challenge. As proposed/stated by [@Jones Sparrow] earlier on, possibly in the interest check, the deities are not the "real" Sebastian Verlak or Jonathan Morganson; they presumably both died before the apocalypse came about, and their respective companies presumably died with said apocalypse, so the two characters have only inherited their forms and names. So yeah, this should all be well and good.
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