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So, a bit about me then:
First and foremost, I love to try and create imaginative and creative scenarios, that (I hope) push the very limits of reason and conventional thought. When I RP (mostly in NRPs) I aim to play powerful and big, things that are on the very edge of OP (I usually give my faction a ridiculous disadvantage though, to keep it fair). In other RPs, I tend towards Science Fiction and Modern Fantasy, playing side characters with some interesting quirks to them. I am also keen on trying some Arena RPing, when I get better at writing.
Other things about me are that I work as a Mental Health Nurse (who would've guessed), and enjoy gaming and drawing as well. I also play trumpet on the side. I have a rough schedule, so I disappear for a couple of days sometimes. But never assume I am dropping out, I will tell you if I am thinking of it (unless it's really serious).
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I think some people are better in dealing with those situations than others, but that's just me. Good to have someone who isn't easily jumped, you know?
Posted. Kinda really graphic and fucked up, but I personally feel it's a fitting start to the father's journey :P
Pained screams erupted through the two story house, as Father Macintyre ran with all his might towards the source, axe in hand and sweat pouring down his brow as he flew down the stairs. The screams could only mean one thing: His faithful follower Cindy had fallen victim to the clutch of these wicked monsters. He rounded the corner to the kitchen, and the sight was truly lifted right out of a nightmare: Cindy had dropped her bat when she was ambushed, and batted uselessly at her assailant's head with balled fists, tears streaming down her face, and bodily fluids erupting from her mouth. Blood was streaming out in a pool around her, as two of the vile creatures ripped into her stomach, not even bothering to kill her first before devouring her flesh. They tore strips of flesh from her, shoving the fistfuls of meat into their mouths, and biting into various organs. Her guts were strewn around her, and even Mac stood in shock and horror, face pale and eyes wide with fear, amazed she could even still be alive.
A split second later, after what seemed like an hour to the father, he snapped out of it, and rage filled him. Damn you, Lucifer, trying to take this young girl as your own! God has already claimed her a spot in His Holy Kingdom, I will not let you take her! Gritting his teeth, he stomped over to the zombies, readying his axe and swinging it wide to his side. The closest stopped feasting, and turned towards the noise, only to have the axe impact right into int's neck, it's head severed off save for a few strands of sinew. Blood erupted from it's open throat, and it crumpled to the ground. By this time, the other had noticed this, and stood up with surprising speed, lunging at the father and growling like an animal. Which wasn't a surprise, because this one wasn't human. It appeared to be one of those anthro people the father had seen, a cat of some sort.
Mac brought his axe up just in time to intercept it, as the cat person slammed it's body into his own, the axe handle placed along it's neck to stop it's advance. It snapped and hissed mere inches from his face, slowly getting closer. Pulling his head back, angered beyond measure, the father brought his head down with a crack, headbutting the monster. Dazed and confused, it stumbled back from the blow, and Mac flipped his axe around, swinging and smashing the creature in the side of the head with the back the axe blade, With a groan, ti fell to the ground even more dazed, and Mac took the opportunity to stand above it, placing a foot on it's chest and bringing the axe down on it's forehead. Brain matter and blood exploded from the wound, as it's skull split like a melon, and it ceased to move, the gurgled sobbing of Cindy and the father's heavy breathing the only noise that remained.
After resting for a second, he walked over to Cindy, and she sobbed, knowing what was coming next, The father held his blood stained axe in one hand, and gave her a small wooden cross with the other hand. Hands trembling, she took it, and placed it on her chest, breathing slower and slower. Not much time left for this one. With a low, respectful voice, Mac started to say the verse he had said so many times already in the last twelve days:
"O most merciful Jesus, Lover of souls, I beseech Thee, by the agony of Thy most Sacred Heart, and by the sorrows of Thine Immaculate Mother, wash clean in the Thy Blood the sinners of the whole world who are to die this day.
Remember most especially the soul I spiritually adopt with the intention of entrusting her to Thy Shepherd's care: I beseech Thee for the grace to move this sinner, who is in danger of going to Hell, to repent. I ask this because of my trust in Thy great mercy.
If it should please Thy Majesty to send me a suffering this day in exchange for the grace I ask for this soul, then, it, too, shall please me very much, and I thank Thee, Most Sweet Jesus, Shepherd and Lover of Souls; I thank Thee for this opportunity to give mercy in thanksgiving for all the mercies Thou hast shown me.
Amen.
Heart of Jesus, once in agony, have mercy on the dying."
As he recited the words, he had lifted his axe, and held it high above his head. And at the moment he finished, Cindy squeezed her eyes tight, as the axe came down, and ended her life. He stood, unfeeling for a second, before stepping away, and bursting into tears, heavy sobs erupting from his mouth. She was sixteen next week.
A split second later, after what seemed like an hour to the father, he snapped out of it, and rage filled him. Damn you, Lucifer, trying to take this young girl as your own! God has already claimed her a spot in His Holy Kingdom, I will not let you take her! Gritting his teeth, he stomped over to the zombies, readying his axe and swinging it wide to his side. The closest stopped feasting, and turned towards the noise, only to have the axe impact right into int's neck, it's head severed off save for a few strands of sinew. Blood erupted from it's open throat, and it crumpled to the ground. By this time, the other had noticed this, and stood up with surprising speed, lunging at the father and growling like an animal. Which wasn't a surprise, because this one wasn't human. It appeared to be one of those anthro people the father had seen, a cat of some sort.
Mac brought his axe up just in time to intercept it, as the cat person slammed it's body into his own, the axe handle placed along it's neck to stop it's advance. It snapped and hissed mere inches from his face, slowly getting closer. Pulling his head back, angered beyond measure, the father brought his head down with a crack, headbutting the monster. Dazed and confused, it stumbled back from the blow, and Mac flipped his axe around, swinging and smashing the creature in the side of the head with the back the axe blade, With a groan, ti fell to the ground even more dazed, and Mac took the opportunity to stand above it, placing a foot on it's chest and bringing the axe down on it's forehead. Brain matter and blood exploded from the wound, as it's skull split like a melon, and it ceased to move, the gurgled sobbing of Cindy and the father's heavy breathing the only noise that remained.
After resting for a second, he walked over to Cindy, and she sobbed, knowing what was coming next, The father held his blood stained axe in one hand, and gave her a small wooden cross with the other hand. Hands trembling, she took it, and placed it on her chest, breathing slower and slower. Not much time left for this one. With a low, respectful voice, Mac started to say the verse he had said so many times already in the last twelve days:
"O most merciful Jesus, Lover of souls, I beseech Thee, by the agony of Thy most Sacred Heart, and by the sorrows of Thine Immaculate Mother, wash clean in the Thy Blood the sinners of the whole world who are to die this day.
Remember most especially the soul I spiritually adopt with the intention of entrusting her to Thy Shepherd's care: I beseech Thee for the grace to move this sinner, who is in danger of going to Hell, to repent. I ask this because of my trust in Thy great mercy.
If it should please Thy Majesty to send me a suffering this day in exchange for the grace I ask for this soul, then, it, too, shall please me very much, and I thank Thee, Most Sweet Jesus, Shepherd and Lover of Souls; I thank Thee for this opportunity to give mercy in thanksgiving for all the mercies Thou hast shown me.
Amen.
Heart of Jesus, once in agony, have mercy on the dying."
As he recited the words, he had lifted his axe, and held it high above his head. And at the moment he finished, Cindy squeezed her eyes tight, as the axe came down, and ended her life. He stood, unfeeling for a second, before stepping away, and bursting into tears, heavy sobs erupting from his mouth. She was sixteen next week.
With a gentle shift of motion to standstill that caused an ever so slight feel of vertigo, Gardosii had realized they had touched down. Nate entered the holding bay, and notified them that this was where he and Doc got off. Gardosii preferred to work alone, but voiced no objection, instead nodding at his words. "Fair enough. Fly safely, and good hunting to the rest of you. Be sure to have some good stories for when we return, brothers." Doc exited first, dropping a fair distance to the ground, before Gardosii leaped out, landing with a powerful thud on the empty street. He let his body recover from the shock for a fraction of a second, before standing to his full height, and turned his head to see the ship fly off towards the roof of the casino, waving as they left.
He turned to Doc, and walked up to him, looking down at him and turning his head to one side, as Hissho eyes are situated more to the side of the head. "Come, Doc, let us get into position. If I know Jason well, he will have something planned to distract the guards at the entrance to the maintenance and loading bays. We may get one shot at this. Besides, we had better get a head start if we want to get our body counts higher than the others..." Gardosii chuckled, and patted Doc on the shoulder, before walking past him and leading the way.
As they walked, Gardosii kept scanning for snipers on the adjacent rooftops, and waited in an alley, just outside the main loading entrance. From the map displayed during the briefing, the private valet garages were not far from their, and would be an easy run. Gardosii pressed a button on the side of his helmet, and opened the face plate, and leaned against a wall, lighting a Fuy'pshia, a rare Hissho tobacco cigarette, and offered one to Doc. Gardosii took one drag, and inspected the guards across the street at the booths near the entrance. breathing a slightly earthy smelling smoke out his nostrils into the warm night. "Now, we wait, brother. It is far easier to catch wounded and scared prey after all, yes?"
He turned to Doc, and walked up to him, looking down at him and turning his head to one side, as Hissho eyes are situated more to the side of the head. "Come, Doc, let us get into position. If I know Jason well, he will have something planned to distract the guards at the entrance to the maintenance and loading bays. We may get one shot at this. Besides, we had better get a head start if we want to get our body counts higher than the others..." Gardosii chuckled, and patted Doc on the shoulder, before walking past him and leading the way.
As they walked, Gardosii kept scanning for snipers on the adjacent rooftops, and waited in an alley, just outside the main loading entrance. From the map displayed during the briefing, the private valet garages were not far from their, and would be an easy run. Gardosii pressed a button on the side of his helmet, and opened the face plate, and leaned against a wall, lighting a Fuy'pshia, a rare Hissho tobacco cigarette, and offered one to Doc. Gardosii took one drag, and inspected the guards across the street at the booths near the entrance. breathing a slightly earthy smelling smoke out his nostrils into the warm night. "Now, we wait, brother. It is far easier to catch wounded and scared prey after all, yes?"
I'll make my way to just outside the garage, and wait for the favor then.
Is it possible to get an enhance view of the map, like zoomed in? My eyesight is really crap :S
Boom. Let me know if there are any problems ^^
Name: Father Macintyre
Age: 32
Race/Species: Human
Appearance:
Starting Equipment:
-Wood Cutter's Axe
-Cross on a chain
-Bible
Occupation: Father Macintyre was one of the priests of the Church of Fairfieid.
Skills:
=Devotion: Father Macintyre believes he has been tasked with the Lord's work, and is unfaltering in his duty, despite overwhelming numbers or odds against him.
-Charismatic: Macintyre has a way with words, and can persuade most people he is no threat to them, among other things, if he does not believe they are wicked.
-Geographical Knowledge: Being one of the only young priest's in the entirety of this area, he is well traveled, and knows the houses and streets very well.
Location:
Currently, Macintyre is pressed with matters of the utmost importance in the Fairfield area, after sermon was interrupted when the Church was attacked. Macintyre escaped, the sole survivor, and has been hiding ever since.
Name: Father Macintyre
Age: 32
Race/Species: Human
Appearance:
Starting Equipment:
-Wood Cutter's Axe
-Cross on a chain
-Bible
Occupation: Father Macintyre was one of the priests of the Church of Fairfieid.
Skills:
=Devotion: Father Macintyre believes he has been tasked with the Lord's work, and is unfaltering in his duty, despite overwhelming numbers or odds against him.
-Charismatic: Macintyre has a way with words, and can persuade most people he is no threat to them, among other things, if he does not believe they are wicked.
-Geographical Knowledge: Being one of the only young priest's in the entirety of this area, he is well traveled, and knows the houses and streets very well.
Location:
Currently, Macintyre is pressed with matters of the utmost importance in the Fairfield area, after sermon was interrupted when the Church was attacked. Macintyre escaped, the sole survivor, and has been hiding ever since.
So, I've recovered from last night, and am writing up my CS now. Be done soonish.
Fair enough, @Drunk ^^ And ok, coolies.
Gardosii remained standing, holding onto an overhead hand rail to help stabilize him. The seats, after all, were too small for him to sit safely in them. His heavy plate exo-suit armor also helped root him to the floor, and combined with his normal weight, he was half a ton heavier than all the other mercs. Besides, in Hissho culture, taking a seat or resting in general before a combat foray was considered weakness, though he hardly thought of his team mates as 'weak'. Each one of them were hardened killers, and men Gardosii could respect, after numerous sparring sessions with the majority of them. While he never held back his blows, they moved a lot faster than him, and were worthy opponents, especially Jackson. After Gardosii had challenged him for leadership through combat and was nearly killed by Jackson, he held him in high regards, following his orders without question. A powerful and honorable leader indeed, plus, amusingly, there were a lot of disappointed betters that day when Gardosii lost..
He checked his ammo count and vitals, plus powered up his shield gauntlet to see if it was still a peak efficiency. 4000+ rounds sat in a round box on Gardosii's back, fed into the loading slot of his chain gun by a belt feed. This gun would make mincemeat of most soldiers, and even light vehicles. Combined with the massive and cruelly hooked blade that Gardosii wielded, design to rip entire chunks of flesh from the enemy and bleed them to death humiliatingly, he was a feared adversary. Often, weakling gangsters like the ones they were hunting today would scream in fear, or even burst into tears at the sight of Gardosii running at them. However, he never showed his enemies mercy, as a favor to them. At least they died honorably by his hands.
Closing in on the drop zone, Gardosii turned to the seated mercenaries. He heard the human named Loco grow impatient,, and his spines opened up in a frill at them in excitement, smiling. "Looks like good hunting today, brothers. Try to keep up, for I will definitely be counting. In fact, let us make a wager - whichever soldier gets the least amount of kills today, has to buy a round for the others. Agreed?"
He checked his ammo count and vitals, plus powered up his shield gauntlet to see if it was still a peak efficiency. 4000+ rounds sat in a round box on Gardosii's back, fed into the loading slot of his chain gun by a belt feed. This gun would make mincemeat of most soldiers, and even light vehicles. Combined with the massive and cruelly hooked blade that Gardosii wielded, design to rip entire chunks of flesh from the enemy and bleed them to death humiliatingly, he was a feared adversary. Often, weakling gangsters like the ones they were hunting today would scream in fear, or even burst into tears at the sight of Gardosii running at them. However, he never showed his enemies mercy, as a favor to them. At least they died honorably by his hands.
Closing in on the drop zone, Gardosii turned to the seated mercenaries. He heard the human named Loco grow impatient,, and his spines opened up in a frill at them in excitement, smiling. "Looks like good hunting today, brothers. Try to keep up, for I will definitely be counting. In fact, let us make a wager - whichever soldier gets the least amount of kills today, has to buy a round for the others. Agreed?"
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