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Awesome, okay, I'm going to put a post up tomorrow. Sorry for being kind of absent, I had exams and a bunch of stuff come crashing down on me at one time but I'll be more active now.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Position: Chip Dealer
Weapon: Silenced .45 Pistol and a small butterfly knife
Specialization: Assassin
Personality: Very stoic and not exactly one who would be known highly for his conversation, Damien is more likely to keep to himself as it helps with his work.
History: Damien was born to a relatively well off family, not blue blood rich folk but not close to the poverty line as his dad was exmilitary who had some renown and his mother had somewhat of an inheritance to her name. As a teenager he found himself getting into parties easily by just pretending to be important and popular. After his teen years he used these skills for more nefarious purposes, he was first hired by a man who wanted Damien to kill his boss. The contract was pulled off with ease and by then he was being contacted by higher profile customers before being signed by a full-fledged company that deals in assassinations. After a falling out with the company that's been mostly covered up, but it is known to some that it involved the mysterious death of the company's CEO, it was obvious to Damien that he had to find somewhere else he could use his talent. That was when he was contacted by Dusty Roads who needed a chip dealer with some "extra qualifications." It was an opportunity Damien couldn't turn down.
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Interested, send me a PM when it goes up.
The Wolf heard the commotion that was going on and became very quiet, something that was quite different for him, there was yelling, incoherent screaming, a gunshot and then... Nothing. It would be gut-wrenching to the normal person, but at this point The Wolf had seen this enough times that it almost didn't phase him anymore. Yes he was somewhat afraid of the winner of the fight being part of The Children of God but it's not like he had never killed before today, and he doubted today would be his last either. He raised his bat and walked slowly towards the area of the noise.
The Seer was more apprehensive, it wasn't like he had never been in a fight either, but he didn't have the kind of combat skills that The Wolf did. This made him much more scared to see if it was a Child of God or a deranged psychopath, hopefully neither but it was likely to be one or the other. He followed behind The Wolf slowly, trying to keep some kind of distance between them.
The Wolf then made it to the clearing and saw the results of the commotion. It was quite a gruesome sight to say the least. Looking at the man with the blood dripping from his fingers and then to the body, the uniform was unmistakeable and it gave him a sense of hope that maybe this person was on the good side. But at the same time he could also be a psychopath, just killing for the fun of it. "Friend or foe!?" The Wolf shouted to the man, hoping for the former answer. "And no fucking funny business or I'll bash your skull in." He said, raising his bat a little to emphasize the point.
The Seer stood beside him, his face betraying a bit of fear as he held his weapon, ready to fight if necessary but hoping for the best.
Children of God on the Move
Three men and a woman walked down a deserted street. They wore matching jackets with matching patches on the back and they all held the same M1 Garand rifle in front of them. The patch on the back was unmistakeable, it was one known throughout the area for it's infamy, striking fear in pretty much everyone who say it. It was for the Children of God. The people all had their sleeves rolled up in the heat, exposing the tattoo on their forearm of the same logo they had on their back patches.
One of the men, a tall, skinny man who must have been in his early 20s with bloodstains on his face and the top of his jacket indicating he had shot someone at quite close range, put his rifle over his shoulder and asked quite loudly "Where the fuck is everybody? I mean I fucking get it, a lot of them disappeared, and we killed a lot of the others, but c'mon, I need some fucking action here." He then turned and smirked at the woman. "And you can take that last bit any way you wish." The other men laughed, the woman seemed unamused.
"You think you'd ever learn not to be an asshole and start caring about what we're doing here?" The woman said with a condescending tone, as if she'd said it many times before. The man just rolled his eyes with self-satisfaction
The group walked into an apartment building and the man fired a shot into the ceiling and yelled out "Anyone out there, we're not gunna hurt ya!" He said before bursting out laughing. "Come out and play!" He yelled out between fits of laughter.
The woman shook her head. "I'll start from the top with Shaun, you and Mike will start here and go up, we'll meet on floor 3." The woman said as she signalled to one of the other guys to come with her up the stairs. The man who was clearly the class clown of the bunch started checking the lobby of the building.
The Seer was more apprehensive, it wasn't like he had never been in a fight either, but he didn't have the kind of combat skills that The Wolf did. This made him much more scared to see if it was a Child of God or a deranged psychopath, hopefully neither but it was likely to be one or the other. He followed behind The Wolf slowly, trying to keep some kind of distance between them.
The Wolf then made it to the clearing and saw the results of the commotion. It was quite a gruesome sight to say the least. Looking at the man with the blood dripping from his fingers and then to the body, the uniform was unmistakeable and it gave him a sense of hope that maybe this person was on the good side. But at the same time he could also be a psychopath, just killing for the fun of it. "Friend or foe!?" The Wolf shouted to the man, hoping for the former answer. "And no fucking funny business or I'll bash your skull in." He said, raising his bat a little to emphasize the point.
The Seer stood beside him, his face betraying a bit of fear as he held his weapon, ready to fight if necessary but hoping for the best.
Three men and a woman walked down a deserted street. They wore matching jackets with matching patches on the back and they all held the same M1 Garand rifle in front of them. The patch on the back was unmistakeable, it was one known throughout the area for it's infamy, striking fear in pretty much everyone who say it. It was for the Children of God. The people all had their sleeves rolled up in the heat, exposing the tattoo on their forearm of the same logo they had on their back patches.
One of the men, a tall, skinny man who must have been in his early 20s with bloodstains on his face and the top of his jacket indicating he had shot someone at quite close range, put his rifle over his shoulder and asked quite loudly "Where the fuck is everybody? I mean I fucking get it, a lot of them disappeared, and we killed a lot of the others, but c'mon, I need some fucking action here." He then turned and smirked at the woman. "And you can take that last bit any way you wish." The other men laughed, the woman seemed unamused.
"You think you'd ever learn not to be an asshole and start caring about what we're doing here?" The woman said with a condescending tone, as if she'd said it many times before. The man just rolled his eyes with self-satisfaction
The group walked into an apartment building and the man fired a shot into the ceiling and yelled out "Anyone out there, we're not gunna hurt ya!" He said before bursting out laughing. "Come out and play!" He yelled out between fits of laughter.
The woman shook her head. "I'll start from the top with Shaun, you and Mike will start here and go up, we'll meet on floor 3." The woman said as she signalled to one of the other guys to come with her up the stairs. The man who was clearly the class clown of the bunch started checking the lobby of the building.
New fucking Death Grips guys holy shit they uploaded half of the new album on YouTube and it's on soundcloud right now, holy shit guys I'm hype as fuck.
I mean I didn't really want to post just yet because I feel like I had just posted. I could probably get something going with the Children of God but I didn't really want to start that so soon in the plot.
Well my characters were heading towards your position so if you wanted you could interact with them.
I honestly love Belle & Sebastian. Some people may think that they're too "twee" but honestly it's just kind of happy music that I enjoy listening to. Also, I'm not sure whether I like The Boy With the Arab Strap better or If You're Feeling Sinister better. They're both great albums but I'm not entirely sure which one I'm more fond of, maybe I have to listen to Arab Strap more.
The Seer and The Wolf made their way into the park. Th Wolf talking just mostly loudly to himself. The park had become somewhat akin to a forest instead of what it once was. Soon it would be almost impossible to see anything in this place. The Wolf smelt something rancid as he walked around. "Fuck!" He said as he held his nose. He thought it smelled familiar, but he didn't want to think about what it actually reminded him of because it was the smell he'd smelled far to much since the Apostate, it was the smell of death.
The Seer pulled the tall grass aside and there laid what was causing the smell. It was a man laying face down in the mud, his uniform familiar and his throat slit with the red fluid sprayed across the ground and the surrounding grass. He had scratch marks all over his face and uniform indicating that it must have been some sort of wild animal, most likely a bear or wolf. The uniform the man wore had a large black patch on the back, printed on it were the words "We are special. We are perfect. We were born in the sight of God. Our suffering bodies will suffer no more. We are children of God" and above them was a cross with a Vietnam-era helmet on top, the same logo was tattooed onto his right forearm. Above that logo on both the jacket and tattoo were the words "Children of God." The body was obviously a couple of days old as someone had already As much as the sight repulsed The Seer, in a way he felt relieved that this man could not kill him and his travelling companion. The Seer leans down and picks up the dog tags that had been ripped off the man's neck. They stated:
1LT Henderson, Erick A.
Shimon Division
A+
This could indicate that there might be something important out here that the Children of God were looking for in order for them to send out such a high ranking member. That or they just thought that it would be a good idea to start clearing out the forest formally known as central park now.
The Wolf prodded the body with his bat. "Good fucking riddance." He said. "Bastard had that shit coming." He said before lightly tapping The Seer's leg with the bat, who was still squatting down, looking at the dog tag. "Let's get the hell away from that. There's a bit of a clearing a ways up there, we could see what's going on." He said before walking towards it. The Seer got up and followed, dropping the dog tag to the ground. They were making there way, unwittingly towards 'Cid's place.
The Seer pulled the tall grass aside and there laid what was causing the smell. It was a man laying face down in the mud, his uniform familiar and his throat slit with the red fluid sprayed across the ground and the surrounding grass. He had scratch marks all over his face and uniform indicating that it must have been some sort of wild animal, most likely a bear or wolf. The uniform the man wore had a large black patch on the back, printed on it were the words "We are special. We are perfect. We were born in the sight of God. Our suffering bodies will suffer no more. We are children of God" and above them was a cross with a Vietnam-era helmet on top, the same logo was tattooed onto his right forearm. Above that logo on both the jacket and tattoo were the words "Children of God." The body was obviously a couple of days old as someone had already As much as the sight repulsed The Seer, in a way he felt relieved that this man could not kill him and his travelling companion. The Seer leans down and picks up the dog tags that had been ripped off the man's neck. They stated:
1LT Henderson, Erick A.
Shimon Division
A+
This could indicate that there might be something important out here that the Children of God were looking for in order for them to send out such a high ranking member. That or they just thought that it would be a good idea to start clearing out the forest formally known as central park now.
The Wolf prodded the body with his bat. "Good fucking riddance." He said. "Bastard had that shit coming." He said before lightly tapping The Seer's leg with the bat, who was still squatting down, looking at the dog tag. "Let's get the hell away from that. There's a bit of a clearing a ways up there, we could see what's going on." He said before walking towards it. The Seer got up and followed, dropping the dog tag to the ground. They were making there way, unwittingly towards 'Cid's place.
I doubt it will run that long throughout the entire thing, however for my openings I like to write a few paragraphs at least.
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