Blubaron45

Nocturne

Glad to see you back!

Nocturne

"Oh, I would not necessarily consider it a trial of combat, Hatuum, though that is one of the obstacles you must grow through, of that I have no doubt you will pass." Amiartys examined him subtly. There was absolutely no doubt as to whether or not he would be a formidable warrior seeing that he frightened both Commodry and Mycandros. He was big, most definitely, in fact the largest man he'd ever seen. As tall as a statue and quite possibly as built, durable, and as strong as one if it were living. Amiartys didn't quite see him fighting in an open battlefield as he could easily be spotted directly and targeted by lancers, pikemen, or could be easily targeted from a volley of arrows. In that case, he would have to use large and thickened armor, perhaps made of titanium which was a very expensive material from the ancient world. Given the armor Hatuum already had on him, Amiartys deduced that it couldn't have been his role in a fight, maybe that was what he was hiding all along during this conversation.

"Given we had just met, I don't necessarily know you quite that well, nor have I ever seen a man such as yourself not to mention your face. What are your specialties, you should say, as a mercenary?" Though before Hatuum could answer, the Elder of Nocturne spoke of the predisposition that was facing Nocturne. "Perhaps another time, I assume." Amiartys concluded before listening intently on what the Elder had to say on the matter that was facing Nocturne.

An assassination on the High King? Amiartys thought to himself. That'll be no picnic, especially with someone was large as Hatuum here. There were tales once of giants who roamed the lands to the North, though through his own 127 years of living, Amiartys came across no such thing until he met Hatuum who was in fact not anywhere near the north. Certainly he would stand out as Alenio pointed out, though maybe if they had cut across mountain ranges and into forests it would not be as noticeable. He may even be an impressionable figure among the Germans if he had somehow infiltrated their premises, for it wasn't uncommon for those men to talk of such tales in an aspiring manner, but not to mention witness them before their own eyes. That would be a certainly entertaining thing to see. As long as they were quiet as to not arouse suspicion in attempt to assassinate this High King.

It would definitely be no picnic, as he put it, especially if this High King, whoever he was, had gathered a host of the thousands of men of all of Germania together, not to mention if this High King had made treaties with the tribes of the northern barren reaches of Scandinavia, or the Ugric tribesmen of Old Russia. Maybe an army rather than a good company of experienced men would be more of a sufficient way to deal with this issue as it was a manner of national security. It wouldn't be a waste of good men, if the plan were to fail. Amiartys's skepticism began to fester within him, though came to terms with the Elder woman, who had lived for nearly a millennium. If a women such as Amelia could pick Amiartys like a babe in her arms with little to no strain, she could certainly kill a mortal human king with ease. After a brief silence, Amiartys finally get go of his skepticism and trusted the old and wise Amelia, subsequently accepting her offer, nodding his head towards Alenios, his old comrade and friend, and Amelia, the ancient Elder.

"I'll gather my men whenever you need me to, Elder." Amiartys said.

---

In the grand council chambers, Arielle forced herself to listen attentively to the important matters that were growing all the more disconcerting to the peoples of Nocturne. As rumors had speculated that Germans were beginning to form together under a high king were becoming true, Arielle grew all the more anxious about the next war that would take place during this moment of time. A large-scaled war destined to take place in Europa, a war that would determine the course of history like the many others before them. Events, like the ones her forefathers themselves took part in beforehand, the many mortal men who had put forth their lives for either the fame of many heroes they heard of in the grand tales and legends sung and told by generations of men or a few coins richer. History is written in the old papers of scholars and often exaggerated as legends of the common man, though to hold that flame of glory for yourself was, to Arielle, a salient opportunity. An opportunity far too great to miss.

"My lady, I am at your disposal. As a loyal and trusted vassal of yours, I beg to take part of this expedition." Arielle implored. She had her father's ambition that was true, though his stubborn ability to prove himself on terms of battle. It would not necessarily be a wise move to send a noble Baroness to fight alongside only a handful of men, this she knew, but if she were to gather a force of perhaps a few good men along with having an Elder on their side might be suffice. She herself was a fine sword master, being taught by both Contentos and Amiartys, both hardened veterans who had fought alongside her father, though Amiartys had been fighting for generations before under their family when needed.

The Dryell family had always considered him a good and loyal friend, a mercenary well worth the money needed to employ a soldier of such prowess. It had not been until forty years that he had grown fond of their family, often taking visits and helping condition the young and impressionable children to be better at yielding a sword, Arielle being one of them. She considered him as much of an uncle in the same way she viewed Contentos. They were both old nostalgic and amiable faces that she saw rather warm-heartedly and now she would see them as comrades, ready to fight and die if need be beside one another. Arielle was almost deathly eager to fight alongside Amiartys as she did years ago, as well as many others during this expedition to the mysterious north, which she had little to no personal knowledge or experience of. Though when Arielle turned to see Amiartys, her old and temporary mentor, she only saw a hidden expression of disappointment in his bright, hawkish brown eyes.

The Secret World

Seems interesting, I'll try to write up a char soon.

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@CrazyShadowy

I could imagine, school for me is quite the opposite! I seem to be busy all the time doing research and studying, while preparing for my finals just before the holidays. I look forward to RPing with you too!

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Basic Information
Full Name: Aaron Yuuto Kasamatsu
Birthdate: March 14, 2067.
Place of Origin: Portland, Oregon.
Ethnicity: Japanese-American.
Gender: Male.
Age: 27.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180 lbs
Eye Color: Brown.
Occupation: Professional Boxer, suspected hitman, business owner.

Criminal Background
Residential District: The Capital
Current Charge: Murder (5 Counts)
Criminal Penalty: 2 Life Sentences
Criminal Record:

• Disorderly conduct, Assault - June 17, 2082 *Over-Turned*
• Disorderly conduct, Assault - December 20, 2083 *Over-Turned*
• Disorderly conduct, Grand Theft Auto - February 16, 2084 *Over-Turned*
• 5 Counts of Murder - February 17, 2092 *Currently serving two life sentences*

Personal
Appearance:
Just shy of six feet tall, Aaron is a fairly tall and can be considered a stocky individual, capable of appearing menacing when in a fight, yet not rough-looking enough to arouse any sort of suspicion. He is well built and muscular, dark-haired with a fairly sharp jawline. Aaron has long hair which he ties together while letting the front portion of his hair near his forehead flow downwards slightly around his face. The man consists of bushy eyebrows and has very dark brown hair, sometimes appearing brown in the light. There is also a mole that resides about an inch from Aaron's left nostril, directly next to his nose though not close enough to reach his cheekbones.

Relatives:
Naoko Kasamatsu (father), Airi Kasamatsu (mother), Michael Shiro Kasamatsu (older brother), Dennis Isas Kasamatsu (younger brother), Erica Matsuko Kasamatsu (younger sister).

Personality:
Meticulous as he is intelligent, Aaron is easily able to cover up his trails and is therefore a careful man. Able to keep his wits and emotions to himself and is said to have a distinct poker faced expression about him. He is a serious man, often being regarded as 'having no sense of humor' and quite often wishes to remain an anonymous phantom, not seen as human. Despite being a killer-for-hire, Aaron has a code of morals he follows, though hardly having any conscious of his own.

History:
Born to a lower-middle class community, many could say that Aaron grew up easily in the urban neighborhoods of Portland though this community was often known for occasional gangs of rough boys who sought to create havoc in the area. He was raised in an eastern Asian community, a small bastion of mixed ethnic groups including Chinese, Cambodian, Korean, and Japanese migrants who flooded Oregon during the 2060's. Aaron was, like his siblings, born into American society

Aaron was always known for being a petty trouble-maker. At age eleven, he was caught by his mother cell-phones she knew he had stolen along with other devices or digital mediums that were crammed under his bed. The boy had managed to figure a way to make phones he had stolen untraceable by installing a VPN and deep-cleaning the storage units and any peripheral that could contain anything that could trace back to him. Doing this, kept a keen interest for Aaron in technology. Though he did well in school, Aaron always sought any opportunity he could to earn money from anything he could get away with. For the most part, he had a comfortable lifestyle, often getting away from committing crime and often using his grades as an alibi to cover up his trail. A varsity athlete, who took honors classes. Who would possibly ever notice it was him? It is during this time Aaron used his innocent looks to often evade any suspicion.

At age 18, Aaron joined the Army instead of going off to college at the University of Southern California to study Computer Science like he had originally planned though life had a different turn for him. It is in the Army where he discovered to have an aptitude for marksmanship and was subsequently placed into a Special Forces Unit directly designed for sharpshooters such as himself. That shred of his life would change him forever as he began to become all the more experience at killing, Aaron used this opportunity to use this gift in order to hone himself as a professional hitman.

After the Army, Aaron decided to choose a career as a boxer, surly all of those years growing up taking Boxing and Jiu Jitsu classes, along with the Special Forces training would serve him well as a fighter. Though contemplating whether or not to practice MMA or Boxing, Aaron chose boxing as a career seeing that he saw himself as a better striker than a wrestler. Though while being a boxer, Aaron caught the dark eyes who those who wanted to use his powers in their own pursuits of eliminating rivals in exchange for a sum of money. Seeing that he was in need of money at the time, Aaron took this job without hesitation and thus began his life as a professional assassin along with being a boxer. This time, it was his opportunistic portion of his consciousness that drove him to a lifestyle of crime and gambling, a life that easily drove him into the criminal underworld were he would make himself a name, or at least for a while.

It was at the height of his career when Aaron was finally dubbed "The Phantom Shooter", a professional hitman who killed all throughout the United States and beyond. He killed Mob-bosses, politicians, and anyone who he was essentially employed by. Even Aaron himself cannot tell the amount of people who has killed during his professional career as a murderer-for-hire. In order to cover up his crimes, Aaron started several businesses where he would quite often launder money before stacking it to the Stock Market, where upon hiring a corrupt Stock Broker, would easily make up the money needed for complete discretion. However, his time as a professional killer ended when he was 25 years old after murdering five men in Chicago during the great Eastern Street War, a crime war waged by crime families throughout the east coast. He was ratted out, and brought to justice where upon coming to this city, a place to yet make another name for himself.

RP Info
Password: Cheesecake
Sample RP:
Just two more... Aaron could remember telling himself during the late hours of dusk. Twilight had just crept into the night as the hired hitman moved across the city like a phantom, avoiding security surveillance of the luxury apartments that stood carefully above him. Even with the EMP field being deployed to delay and glitch the cameras, Aaron had to be careful, even wearing a mask. He leaped through rooftop after rooftop, a task that took a little over two hours to avoid being detected before reaching his objective.

Across the building in front of him was were his target lay, Aaron knew him by his face as he made himself see before. He looked like no gangster, he was an educated man, though mainly a man who gave the order to kill rather than do any dirty work himself which is what Aaron despised from him. A man who can order a death at the whim of his consciousness can easily forget what death can truly be like unmasked behind the people and the cameras. "The Duke" they called him, a Lieutenant in Los Manos Negros drug cartel of Chicago, a Puerto Rican gang, known for their severity and their pernicious silence. They were a careful group of individuals, only consisting of a couple hundred member, many of them well-educated and filled with connections, virtually untouchable. Like the Russians, they had a handful of connections as well as educated and violent individuals who had taken control of the city along with the many African American dealers who resided in the large city.

Aaron carefully jumped the three foot gap between both buildings and rather than making his way through the fire escape, Aaron carefully made his way to the door leading to the stairway and there, he waited. As he listened carefully, he heard footsteps approaching and a man speaking in Spanish, a language he could only understand slightly. He remembered the man saying he would wait as the Duke made his way to the apartment. Aaron had already known the Duke for being a careful and paranoid man, though the way the guard spoke, his demeanor was a rather friendly one, as if they had grown accustomed to hanging out often. Nonetheless, he had a job to do and if this guard he would be thrown under the sea for was in his way, he would have to kill him.

Aaron could hear the man just were he might expect him to be a floor below him, where the top-floor luxury apartment would be. Judging by the man's voice, Aaron could tell that the man's back had turned, slithering his way down the stairs, Aaron approached the man from his rear as he made his way past the stairs. He was a fat man, probably standing at 6'3" who Aaron knew he had to take down quickly. The amiable conversation faded as Aaron focused on the man, contemplating on how he could take down this man as he has done many times before. The only words he heard this man was the complaint he projected of the constant breaking up of the phone-call, most probably due to the EMP field. As soon as the man hung up, Aaron sprung at the man, using what he learned in his Jiu Jistu and Boxing classes when he was young on this man who had been significantly larger than he was.

The man then lay face down on the floor, having just been slammed there, while Aaron pulled out his dagger from his boot, poking at his neck. His coach would have been proud to see that take-down, though egregious to see the reason for beating the man who had just stood in the way of Aaron, not to mention what he was going to do to him next. The guard struggled, keeping his hands open as if to gesticulate and show that he was harmless, hoping for mercy of some kind. Moaning like a child, he began to plead for his life. Covering the man's mouth even tighter, Aaron dug his sharp dagger deep into the guard's throat, sawing from one side of his neck to the other. It was a bloody smile just below his chin that leaked from his neck and seeped onto the black marble floor below him.

As time passed, Aaron waited for the Duke to come, listening to his footsteps as he approached from up the stairs and onto his apartment floor where he was to be greeted by his assassin. The Duke had been already drunk, holding a beer bottle in his hand the moment he laid eyes on Aaron who was holding a suppressed 9mm pistol in his hand. Aaron then pulled the trigger three times, breaking the bottle on impact and sending the man falling on his behind, leaving a red mess that spilled from his gut as Aaron approached the Duke to finally end him by putting a bullet through his thick skull. Fleeing the scene promptly, Aaron would not soon realize that the one in many murders he committed would soon fall apart and lead up to him in the few weeks that passed later.

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@CrazyShadowy

Thanks! I wasn't sure whether or not you'd reply lol.

That's totally understandable btw.

After the End

I'll write after the second post.

Nocturne

"Well, that depends on the circumstance that you are great of a warrior as you look, though I have no doubts about your capabilities as such." Amiartys smiled. He then took a brief few seconds to examine the large man, he seemed friendly enough. Amiartys was quite good at reading people, though it took him a long way to get there. Practice and mastery takes time, which for Amiartys took around one hundred twenty seven years. Something about him seemed rather... Disingenuous on regards to his status as a 'mercenary leader' who led a guild of no one but himself. Perhaps he either wasn't as good as he could often came across as, or he was or the man had a tendency of hiding himself. Those were men Amiartys knew quite well, he for he had many in his company, all of which he had gotten to know after a while.

Hatuum was rather impressionable by remaining rather calm during the whole ordeal that had just occurred a few moments before. Amiartys simply disregarded any negative notion of Hatuum, for only time would tell whether or not he was as dangerous as Mycandros had interpreted him as. Though something inside Amiartys told him that he was rather harmless despite his looks, amiable almost one could say. Amiartys cleared his throat to allow the uncomfortable silence be mitigated within those few seconds, pretending to get himself together after what the beautiful Amelia had just done to his now bruised throat. He had developed a method of recovering quickly many years ago, he just would rather use this method to cover any awkwardness in this conversation.

"I am not necessarily so desperate for looking for any more company as if the person applying was some recruit in the Militia Guild or at some sort of gathering of fresh and any able-bodied men, yet I'm not entirely inclined to say 'no' to those who ask and are prepared to die by each other's side if that should ever occur, especially those with hardened experience which I hope you may have... Even if not all of them are not as disciplined." He turned again to the young Mycandros who returned another sheepish smile before sitting back and looking towards Hatuum. "I apologize for him once again. My men should learn that the first sword dawn should be mine." He said referring to the young Mycandros before continuing.

"We are, again, but a small band of mercenaries, consisting of about twenty-two men not including myself. What you see now are only a handful of us. You see, time for mortal men is often valued higher than currency, rather should some of them spend it wisely." He reminded himself. Amiartys seemed rather eager to have this man by side, though he did not want this expression as he did with any other emotion. Another man to the company would be rather useful, especially such a man with great length and prowess. The only concern of him is that he had just met the man though he did seem rather modest and for that Amiartys could have some trust in him as a warrior fighting alongside him. Nonetheless, he had given it a consideration. "You seem that you would handle yourself in battle. If you wish, we could test your abilities and then could have you undergo training with us. Would you like that, Hatuum?"

@Fetzen

Nocturne

@Ezekiel

Can't wait!

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Here it is. Sorry for being late. I hope it's worth the read.

The Phantom Shooter

Basic Information
Full Name: Aaron Yuuto Kasamatsu
Birthdate: March 14, 2067.
Place of Origin: Portland, Oregon.
Ethnicity: Japanese-American.
Gender: Male.
Age: 27.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180 lbs
Eye Color: Brown.
Occupation: Professional Boxer, suspected hitman, business owner.

Criminal Background
Residential District: The Capital
Current Charge: Murder (5 Counts)
Criminal Penalty: 2 Life Sentences
Criminal Record:

• Disorderly conduct, Assault - June 17, 2082 *Over-Turned*
• Disorderly conduct, Assault - December 20, 2083 *Over-Turned*
• Disorderly conduct, Grand Theft Auto - February 16, 2084 *Over-Turned*
• 5 Counts of Murder - February 17, 2092 *Currently serving two life sentences*

Personal
Appearance:
Just shy of six feet tall, Aaron is a fairly tall and can be considered a stocky individual, capable of appearing menacing when in a fight, yet not rough-looking enough to arouse any sort of suspicion. He is well built and muscular, dark-haired with a fairly sharp jawline. Aaron has long hair which he ties together while letting the front portion of his hair near his forehead flow downwards slightly around his face. The man consists of bushy eyebrows and has very dark brown hair, sometimes appearing brown in the light. There is also a mole that resides about an inch from Aaron's left nostril, directly next to his nose though not close enough to reach his cheekbones.

Relatives:
Naoko Kasamatsu (father), Airi Kasamatsu (mother), Michael Shiro Kasamatsu (older brother), Dennis Isas Kasamatsu (younger brother), Erica Matsuko Kasamatsu (younger sister).

Personality:
Meticulous as he is intelligent, Aaron is easily able to cover up his trails and is therefore a careful man. Able to keep his wits and emotions to himself and is said to have a distinct poker faced expression about him. He is a serious man, often being regarded as 'having no sense of humor' and quite often wishes to remain an anonymous phantom, not seen as human. Despite being a killer-for-hire, Aaron has a code of morals he follows, though hardly having any conscious of his own.

History:
Born to a lower-middle class community, many could say that Aaron grew up easily in the urban neighborhoods of Portland though this community was often known for occasional gangs of rough boys who sought to create havoc in the area. He was raised in an eastern Asian community, a small bastion of mixed ethnic groups including Chinese, Cambodian, Korean, and Japanese migrants who flooded Oregon during the 2060's. Aaron was, like his siblings, born into American society

Aaron was always known for being a petty trouble-maker. At age eleven, he was caught by his mother cell-phones she knew he had stolen along with other devices or digital mediums that were crammed under his bed. The boy had managed to figure a way to make phones he had stolen untraceable by installing a VPN and deep-cleaning the storage units and any peripheral that could contain anything that could trace back to him. Doing this, kept a keen interest for Aaron in technology. Though he did well in school, Aaron always sought any opportunity he could to earn money from anything he could get away with. For the most part, he had a comfortable lifestyle, often getting away from committing crime and often using his grades as an alibi to cover up his trail. A varsity athlete, who took honors classes. Who would possibly ever notice it was him? It is during this time Aaron used his innocent looks to often evade any suspicion.

At age 18, Aaron joined the Army instead of going off to college at the University of Southern California to study Computer Science like he had originally planned though life had a different turn for him. It is in the Army where he discovered to have an aptitude for marksmanship and was subsequently placed into a Special Forces Unit directly designed for sharpshooters such as himself. That shred of his life would change him forever as he began to become all the more experience at killing, Aaron used this opportunity to use this gift in order to hone himself as a professional hitman.

After the Army, Aaron decided to choose a career as a boxer, surly all of those years growing up taking Boxing and Jiu Jitsu classes, along with the Special Forces training would serve him well as a fighter. Though contemplating whether or not to practice MMA or Boxing, Aaron chose boxing as a career seeing that he saw himself as a better striker than a wrestler. Though while being a boxer, Aaron caught the dark eyes who those who wanted to use his powers in their own pursuits of eliminating rivals in exchange for a sum of money. Seeing that he was in need of money at the time, Aaron took this job without hesitation and thus began his life as a professional assassin along with being a boxer. This time, it was his opportunistic portion of his consciousness that drove him to a lifestyle of crime and gambling, a life that easily drove him into the criminal underworld were he would make himself a name, or at least for a while.

It was at the height of his career when Aaron was finally dubbed "The Phantom Shooter", a professional hitman who killed all throughout the United States and beyond. He killed Mob-bosses, politicians, and anyone who he was essentially employed by. Even Aaron himself cannot tell the amount of people who has killed during his professional career as a murderer-for-hire. In order to cover up his crimes, Aaron started several businesses where he would quite often launder money before stacking it to the Stock Market, where upon hiring a corrupt Stock Broker, would easily make up the money needed for complete discretion. However, his time as a professional killer ended when he was 25 years old after murdering five men in Chicago during the great Eastern Street War, a crime war waged by crime families throughout the east coast. He was ratted out, and brought to justice where upon coming to this city, a place to yet make another name for himself.

RP Info
Password: Cheesecake
Sample RP:
Just two more... Aaron could remember telling himself during the late hours of dusk. Twilight had just crept into the night as the hired hitman moved across the city like a phantom, avoiding security surveillance of the luxury apartments that stood carefully above him. Even with the EMP field being deployed to delay and glitch the cameras, Aaron had to be careful, even wearing a mask. He leaped through rooftop after rooftop, a task that took a little over two hours to avoid being detected before reaching his objective.

Across the building in front of him was were his target lay, Aaron knew him by his face as he made himself see before. He looked like no gangster, he was an educated man, though mainly a man who gave the order to kill rather than do any dirty work himself which is what Aaron despised from him. A man who can order a death at the whim of his consciousness can easily forget what death can truly be like unmasked behind the people and the cameras. "The Duke" they called him, a Lieutenant in Los Manos Negros drug cartel of Chicago, a Puerto Rican gang, known for their severity and their pernicious silence. They were a careful group of individuals, only consisting of a couple hundred member, many of them well-educated and filled with connections, virtually untouchable. Like the Russians, they had a handful of connections as well as educated and violent individuals who had taken control of the city along with the many African American dealers who resided in the large city.

Aaron carefully jumped the three foot gap between both buildings and rather than making his way through the fire escape, Aaron carefully made his way to the door leading to the stairway and there, he waited. As he listened carefully, he heard footsteps approaching and a man speaking in Spanish, a language he could only understand slightly. He remembered the man saying he would wait as the Duke made his way to the apartment. Aaron had already known the Duke for being a careful and paranoid man, though the way the guard spoke, his demeanor was a rather friendly one, as if they had grown accustomed to hanging out often. Nonetheless, he had a job to do and if this guard he would be thrown under the sea for was in his way, he would have to kill him.

Aaron could hear the man just were he might expect him to be a floor below him, where the top-floor luxury apartment would be. Judging by the man's voice, Aaron could tell that the man's back had turned, slithering his way down the stairs, Aaron approached the man from his rear as he made his way past the stairs. He was a fat man, probably standing at 6'3" who Aaron knew he had to take down quickly. The amiable conversation faded as Aaron focused on the man, contemplating on how he could take down this man as he has done many times before. The only words he heard this man was the complaint he projected of the constant breaking up of the phone-call, most probably due to the EMP field. As soon as the man hung up, Aaron sprung at the man, using what he learned in his Jiu Jistu and Boxing classes when he was young on this man who had been significantly larger than he was.

The man then lay face down on the floor, having just been slammed there, while Aaron pulled out his dagger from his boot, poking at his neck. His coach would have been proud to see that take-down, though egregious to see the reason for beating the man who had just stood in the way of Aaron, not to mention what he was going to do to him next. The guard struggled, keeping his hands open as if to gesticulate and show that he was harmless, hoping for mercy of some kind. Moaning like a child, he began to plead for his life. Covering the man's mouth even tighter, Aaron dug his sharp dagger deep into the guard's throat, sawing from one side of his neck to the other. It was a bloody smile just below his chin that leaked from his neck and seeped onto the black marble floor below him.

As time passed, Aaron waited for the Duke to come, listening to his footsteps as he approached from up the stairs and onto his apartment floor where he was to be greeted by his assassin. The Duke had been already drunk, holding a beer bottle in his hand the moment he laid eyes on Aaron who was holding a suppressed 9mm pistol in his hand. Aaron then pulled the trigger three times, breaking the bottle on impact and sending the man falling on his behind, leaving a red mess that spilled from his gut as Aaron approached the Duke to finally end him by putting a bullet through his thick skull. Fleeing the scene promptly, Aaron would not soon realize that the one in many murders he committed would soon fall apart and lead up to him in the few weeks that passed later.