[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/5YoonUYvEWlgpdQJwK/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]So far from who I was, from who I want to be
So far from being free of the past that's haunting me

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=46hAyJRlEGs][color=556B2F]- [I]"So Far" by Ólafur Arnalds[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park) - Main Tent
[b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] None, [I]clearly[/I].
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	Thalken was in his own little world of drunken bliss. His senses were dulled, and he was thoroughly oblivious to the chaos quickly ensuing around him, up to the very moment his world came crashing down. With flames beginning to engulf the heavy tent cloth a slow, painful death was sure to come. But then, everyone was suddenly gifted a miraculous escape as the crazy, crazy brilliant, German turned the flames to ice with his magical beans. Yet, Thalken was not spared a moment to revel in this wondrous change of events, as the shift in weight overhead sent him sprawling back onto the ground. Everything then went black for him when he passed out. He was quickly whipped away to a land of dreams, and [I]nightmares[/I]...

	[I]It[/I] was a breath of fresh air, the feeling of the sun on his face and the taste of sweet freedom. He weaved and danced through fields of lilies, their colors and smells were a picture of serenity. His dark eyed gaze, which was much more inviting just then than it ever was in real life, looked ahead to catch a glimpse of straw-blonde hair. Though the woman's face constantly evaded his view as she skipped ahead of him, he could not deny feeling unnaturally drawn to her. His feet took him forward, barely of his own accord, as he devotedly followed the dancing women. 

	Yet, the longer he followed her the darker his surroundings became. The sun was soon blotted out as if an eclipse was taking place, and he felt a darkness creep into the very fabric of his being. He could no longer feel the soft grass caressing his bare feet but instead cool stone that allowed coldness to seep into his body. He could barely make out the woman's straw-blonde hair through the increasing darkness, but her cries of no doubt pain easily came to his ears. Her cries soon turned into screams, and he quickly covered his ears in an attempt to block out the sound, but to no avail. His vision then twisted and morphed as the woman's scream caused memories to resurface, memories of his sins he tried so hard to forget. They were memories that forever haunted him, because the truth of the matter is that reality cuts much deeper than fiction... 

	[I]It[/I] was a cloudy night on the Chinese mainland. The moon sparsely illuminated the streets. Thalken stuck to the shadows, stealthly surveying the area for activity. Everything seemed quiet tonight, as most people had since gone to bed. He tightened his circle, skirting around a particular house as he kept low. He noted that there was a candlelight lit in the far side of the house. It was not surprising really, as according to his sources, the man of the house was known to work till late at night. Unbeknownst to that hardworking Chinese man, he had a bounty on his head, one Thalken was content to cash out on. It wouldn't be his first hit, and it wouldn't be his last. Why this particular individual was wanted dead, Thalken did not know. He hadn't asked, and he really didn't care. It wasn't personal. It never was to him. It was just his job, the family business, and a part of being in the Three Harmonies Society. It was how he made his living. He didn't love the job, but neither did he hate it. It was just all he knew. He did the job and he did it well. And then he got paid for it. That was that. 

	Thalken crouched just outside the back door, which was nearest to the occupied room. He pulled out his lock pick set and went to work quickly but quietly picking the lock whilst remaining vigilant to his surroundings. Soon enough he got through the door and was prowling the halls of the house with a knife in hand. He kept a mental note of the layout of the house and the path he took from his entry point as he followed the source of the light. He cautiously peeked his head around the corner. Thalken grimaced as the floorboard creaked below his feet, and he quickly retreated back around the corner. Nevertheless, he had managed to catch a glimpse of the side profile of the man. He was certain it was his target. With bated breath he waited, listening as the man got up and shuffled over to the hallway to investigate the sound. And the moment the man came around the corner, that's when he struck. Before the man knew what hit him, Thalken stabbed him in the side of the neck, hitting the jugular vein. A dull gurgling sound came from the man as blood filled his mouth. He slid the knife back out of the man's jugular and quickly grabbed the man as he collapsed. Thalken lowered him to the floor before swiftly leaving the way he had come in. The man bled out there on the floor and was found in the morning by his wife and two children...

	[I]The[/I] room was dimly lit and a select few individuals were huddled around one very bloody and battered man. An interrogation, of the violent sort, was underway. The man had information that the Three Harmonies Society wanted, and needless to say, he wasn't forthcoming [I]yet[/I]. Thalken casually leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched his father Beowulf's handiwork. It was business as usual, despite having not seen his father for months. This was more or less Beowulf's version of good father son bonding time. "你很難。 我會給你的，但沒有人是牢不可破的。 如果你不給我們想要的東西，那麼我們會讓別人付出代價，"[sub]1[/sub] Beowulf growled at the man in Cantonese, before turning to bark an order at his son. "Bring in the girl!" 

	Thalken straightened, pushing away from the wall. He gave his father a curt nod before turning to leave the interrogation room. He walked down the hallway to a cramped cell. Huddled in the far corner was a girl no older than fourteen. She started crying and shaking with trepidation as Thalken opened the cell door and stalked over to her. His dark eyes were ever ominous, only serving to exacerbate the girl's fear. [color=556B2F]"閉嘴，也許你會活著離開這裡，"[/color][sub]2[/sub] Thalken retorted gruffly as the girl began pleading with him. He grabbed her bound wrists and roughly yanked her to her feet. He then shoved/dragged her down the hallway and into the interrogation room. The moment her eyes landed on her father's bloody and battered form her legs buckled underneath her and she began to wail with tears streaming down her face. Her father started yelling and spewing curses at Thalken and Beowulf at the sight of his beloved daughter. Thalken grabbed a fistful of the girl's hair and yanked her head back before pulling out a knife and putting it to her throat. His intense gaze then came up and locked with her father's. And the look on the man's face and his and his daughter's cries for mercy were not something that Thalken would soon forget...

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1 = You're tough. I'll give you that, but no man is unbreakable. If you will not give us what we want, then we will make someone else pay the price.
2 = Shut up, and maybe you will get out of here alive.
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