Resistance (Character Depository)
Last edited by Select; 03-26-2013 at 03:56 PM.
Crown of Thorns
6'2-218 lbs-brown eyes- dirty blonde hair
James looked down at the dog tag held in his dirty, bloodied hands. On it read,
He then clenched his hand while closing his eyes behind his mask, remembering the horrible memories of him and his late squad."It was your fault!" He dropped the tags to the floor and grabbed his head. "No!" "Yes, you let them die, it was your fault. You let them die!" "No!" he shook his head violently, trying to make the voices silence themselves, he would do anything to make them stop, they haunted him, they tormented him, they were him.
He waited, there was nothing. He looked up into the dirty mirror, And a monster starred back. It was a monster in the shape of a man, hiding behind a mask and blackwatch armor. It held its arm up for him to see, along the forearm was a blade covered in its own blood, its own flesh clinging to it, attaching it to the monster. The other arm was the same. A reminder of the mutation. mutations they all had to bear. He looked back down into the grimy sink and took a few moments to breath, to calm himself. He could not loose it, not now, not ever. He proceeded to walk out of the bathroom into his two room home. More of an apartment really, but the place had few to claim it as such, so he called it home. He looked around. The walls where covered in different stains, most blood and/or dirt, though some he could not identify. The only piece of furniture was his bed which was little more than a mattress with a few blankets, and his desk. Sitting on his desk was his rifle, standard issue for blackwatch. Plasma didn't do much to the heavily mutated flesh of the infected. It couldn't go in deep enough. He picked it up and started cleaning it out of habit.
"how many innocents have had their blood spilt by this? Hmmm?" James shook his head again, of the three voices, this one was the worst. It was rational, it was cold. He didn't answer, there was no point. Anything he said would just start another argument, one he did not need. He went back to cleaning his gun. First he took of the barrel, he looked down the length of it, to make sure no flechettes where stuck in the mass driver. He smiled to himself. He loved this gun, firing flechettes down the barrel of a small rail gun, making a rifle that hit hard and accurate if you knew how to fire it, though you could only fire one at a time. He thought about all the times he used the gun like this. Then he thought about the automatic side, the one that didn't use the mass driver. "How many did you slaughter like that, cutting them down like they where nothing!?" James couldn't resist, he had to fight back, had to respond, had to justify. "None! they where sick! they where infected, mutated! just like me..." "Your sick, why don't you kill yourself?" "DO IT, PUT THE GUN TOGETHER, KILL YOURSELF! James grimaced, waited for things to be silent again, when it was, he continued. After spending several minutes taking a brush through the barrel, he took the stock off and held up the frame. He opened the side to check the ammo bay, inside was fully packed with bits of concrete and steel. He removed the material and made sure that nothing was wrong with the inside. Satisfied, he reloaded the weapon.
After finishing cleaning and assembling his gun, he holstered it and walked outside, keeping his arms hidden and his hood low, even though he lived in the piss poor distract, people still freaked out over the sickness, the infection. Thinking about it brought back more memories, of him with his squad, along with the other members of blackwatch. They where all at the shrine, one held up the child and... No. He couldn't think about it, didn't want to think about it. He proceeded down the street, pondering as to what he should do, where he should go. The others where looking for him. he was a traitor, a thief. He was to die at all costs. "can't be seen, can't be seen, mustn't be seen, being seen is death, can't be seen, can't be seen, mustn't be seen, being seen is death..." Yes, he couldn't be seen, not out here. So without a further thought, he slipped into the shadows.
As he continued along his path, he thought to himself, of how he got caught up in the resistance. He had been with blackwatch still, slowing loosing his mind like the rest of his squad. They where on contingency "Existence" In other words, purge the world of anything infected, and to them, so far gone into what they where, if you where not blackwatch, you where infected, you had die. IT all began like normal, a simple extermination mission on a heavily infected area, all traces of civilization gone. After they finished their work of killing waves of the infected, they found that the area was used by the resistance, and there was no way they where out here and not infected. They had to die. So they attacked. at first, all was going well, they had surprised them. But they where smarter, they outgunned the members of blackwatch and soon had them surrounded, at that point, james lost it, he had been trying to justify why they where attacking, why they slaughtered without signs of them being infected. Then, he killed the kid. The second child he had seen die without reason. James turned then, he slaughtered the remaining members of his squad when he succumbed to the insanity, the mutation took over and he did his work. It was bloody. After he finished he had fell to the floor, he gave up. He more than expected for him to be shot. But they wouldn't give him that mercy. Instead, they took him, forced out what little information he had of blackwatch out of him. Then they used him, they had him protect the couriers on threat of death. At first he tried looking for ways out, but he never followed through, as time went on he thought more and more about it, he was the monster, he was the infected. Realization hit. He would do whatever he had to do to forget his past and move on with his life. He started doing things on his own will, he never did make friends, he still fought the guilt and insanity, but he would survive. "Will you?"
James' limit break is a heavy, limited mutation on the blades of his arms. They morph either into long giant blades that could rip through almost anything made of flesh like a sword through butter, or they cold consume his fists and cover them while they enlarge, forming giant metal boulders that could crush through anything solid. He has no control over the mutation, and it only occurs on the rare times he completely falls into insanity, which he tries to fight off everyday.
STR:6 DEX:9 SPD:2 EDU:5 VIT 6
Items: Blackwatch gear, flechette rifle