[center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5048153] A Game of Desire[/url][/center]
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[b]Erik Edgemen[/b][/center]
[b]Age:[/b] 22
[b]Former Occupation:[/b] Bouncer (low level thug)
[b]Personality:[/b] He is arrogant, cocky and stubborn. Far from shy. He has no problems with sharing his thoughts and thinks little of the possible repercussions. An opportunist he always looks forward and takes what ever he can get.
[b]Desire:[/b] He thought it was to be important and respected, to work his way up the criminal ranks until he was a ‘somebody’ but all along it was really just the power he coveted. The power to make a difference and help/save those he cares about.
[b]Class:[/b]Weapon
[b]Effigy Emblem:[/b] Electric lighter
[b]Bio:[/b] Life wasn’t fair to him but he never see’s it that way. His father in and out of prison while his mother a struggling drug addict. They weren’t exactly bad people just victims of circumstances, something Eric vowed to never be.
It was no surprise when he mingled with the wrong crowd and was soon running errands for the rich and privileged. 
He had often wanted their world to end, the collapse and reset of society, but not like this. 

When the event came Erik was already driving home. Knuckles bloodied from some collection work earlier that night. The strange car parked at his house came at no surprise. Just another scumbag for Eric to chase out. As he approached the door he heard a scream. No. Many screams. The world had suddenly erupted into a cacophony of screams and yells. But there was one that pierced them all. The shrill scream coming from within his house, that of his younger sister. 

Bursting into the house he saw blood everywhere. Panic and fear were pushed aside as he raced to his sisters room. 

He saw things then that he still can’t properly explain or understand. Monsterous abominations, horrible disfiguration, and do much blood. Despite odds, despite sense, despite reason, despite all chances, Erik killed all the creatures in his house that night. 

It was through his sheer will power and determination to save his sister that he overcame the beasts. But was it too little too late...
An ethereal wispy figure, hard to behold, told Erik otherwise. Appearing out of nowhere it told him to carry on and win, and if he did, it would bring her back. Then it took her and vanished. 

Erik didn’t know why it was helping him. Was it drawn to something he had done, or had it orchestrated this whole ordeal. All he knew was, for now, he had to do what it asked.


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