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@EWillden excellent, I will do my first post as soon as I am able
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Bill Paxton is dead
8 yrs ago
I find dick jokes are often hard and long
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8 yrs ago
I struggle when I roleplay between staying in character and giving in to my inner desires to just fuck with people.
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8 yrs ago
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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8 yrs ago
Holy Mother of Fucking Shit, Carrie Fisher is dead
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Entry #136
They're all around me. I can hear them, plotting and planning. They want me dead. No! Nononononono. Get away. GET AWAY!*LOUD SHRIEKING* GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
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They're all around me. I can hear them, plotting and planning. They want me dead. No! Nononononono. Get away. GET AWAY!*LOUD SHRIEKING* GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
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@LetMeDoStuff my character is basically a hired thug with a fancy job title. If someone pays him to collect a debt, and a person can't pay the debt, he may be inclined to take something as payment for his employers. Payment such as gear, land, organs and people.
See what I'm getting at?
See what I'm getting at?
Ok, before I post, how dark am I allowed to get?
@EWillden mutants refers to poor people, vagrants and other undesirables in this case
@Bourgeoisie fixed it, got the flamethrower instead
@Bourgeoisie so you did, i did not see that
William retrieved a few things from the war chest and returned to his car. He set them down and looked around, nobody seemed to be in a talking mood, so he may as well start. "Well, my name is William Jones, though some people back home call me Glasser. My ride is just about ready, as soon as I get this cooker on the back, and a bit of a cleaning of it."
He got to work placing the flamer on his car, being careful not to damage the
car in the process. "Now this old bird may not be the fastest out their, but when you're in a tight spot, you couldn't ask for a better car. She will get ya ta hell and back, so long as she has fuel in her and a half decent driver behind the wheel. OW!" He cut his thumb on some sharp edge of the flamer and shook his hand about, "Sorry, caught me by suprise."
He got to work placing the flamer on his car, being careful not to damage the
car in the process. "Now this old bird may not be the fastest out their, but when you're in a tight spot, you couldn't ask for a better car. She will get ya ta hell and back, so long as she has fuel in her and a half decent driver behind the wheel. OW!" He cut his thumb on some sharp edge of the flamer and shook his hand about, "Sorry, caught me by suprise."
Name: Henry "The Monster" Anderson
Age: 36
Appearance:
Height: 6"1'
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Nationality: Australian
Occupation: Private Security
Bio: Tough lands breed tough people. And that is exactly what Henry was, tough. He had to be, growing up the youngest of five, living in a shitty neighbourhood with shitty people, if you weren't tough and didn't learn quick, best case scenario you'd wind up dead. Henry was lucky, he was born a survivor. He fought for everything he had growing up, his clothes, his food. His pride. He did a lot of bad shit to people, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to die in a gutter.
When he was 16, he joined a gang. Spirit Wolves. When he joined they had little territory, training, co-operation, people and funds. Henry changed that. He made the gang into what it became, a full blown crime syndicate. He spread rumours about himself to scare people and build a rep. People thought that he was a wild beast, unleashed only when shit got intense. The runours became so wild that people would pay the gang just for keeping Henry on a leash.
Some people did toss away the rumours every now and then, and challenged the gang. Those people disappeared, never to be seen again. Henry eventually left the gang at age 24 when an ex military soldier offered him a job at his security company. Henry accepted and never looked back on it. He worked some easy jobs for the company, guard stores, people and the like. But he loved the tough jobs, companies hiring him to kill another companys hired goons. Escorting caravans through dangerous turf. Hunting mutants and the like. So long as the job paid well, he'd do it.
Age: 36
Appearance:
Height: 6"1'
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Nationality: Australian
Occupation: Private Security
Bio: Tough lands breed tough people. And that is exactly what Henry was, tough. He had to be, growing up the youngest of five, living in a shitty neighbourhood with shitty people, if you weren't tough and didn't learn quick, best case scenario you'd wind up dead. Henry was lucky, he was born a survivor. He fought for everything he had growing up, his clothes, his food. His pride. He did a lot of bad shit to people, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to die in a gutter.
When he was 16, he joined a gang. Spirit Wolves. When he joined they had little territory, training, co-operation, people and funds. Henry changed that. He made the gang into what it became, a full blown crime syndicate. He spread rumours about himself to scare people and build a rep. People thought that he was a wild beast, unleashed only when shit got intense. The runours became so wild that people would pay the gang just for keeping Henry on a leash.
Some people did toss away the rumours every now and then, and challenged the gang. Those people disappeared, never to be seen again. Henry eventually left the gang at age 24 when an ex military soldier offered him a job at his security company. Henry accepted and never looked back on it. He worked some easy jobs for the company, guard stores, people and the like. But he loved the tough jobs, companies hiring him to kill another companys hired goons. Escorting caravans through dangerous turf. Hunting mutants and the like. So long as the job paid well, he'd do it.
@EWillden sure thing
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