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Blitz we need a few more Lost Ones, maybe Vec could fill one of those spots.
Ok so a few things,
1. how does my dear Victor resemble a gorilla? He's not overly beefy, nor does his face look like a gorilla.
2. If Minato is in need of death, he should try insulting Angel in front of Victor. That'll get him in some biiiiiiiig trouble.
3. HOW IS VICTOR A GORILLA?!
1. how does my dear Victor resemble a gorilla? He's not overly beefy, nor does his face look like a gorilla.
2. If Minato is in need of death, he should try insulting Angel in front of Victor. That'll get him in some biiiiiiiig trouble.
3. HOW IS VICTOR A GORILLA?!
Victor had left his leather jacket at the hangout and his black shirt was on barely covering his arms, he was proud of his left arm as it looked rather muscular even compared to his robotic arm which was made to look muscular. He smiled when he saw Millie give a bit of a threat to the bartender, then he about took a swing at some drunken buffoon crashed into Angel, but she beat him to it, that was why she was the leader, the guy went down pretty easily. He laughed a bit and followed Angel to a table and sat across from her sipping his Early Riser, a drink consisting of Vodka, Redbull and coke. He loved these, they had both alcohol and his two favorite non alcoholic beverages which combined for a beautiful flavor. He was watching the door, he figured that someone would walk in that he would know. He saw his a member of the Lost Ones, a kid, he didnt know his name but he knew he was one of them. He tensed up and sat up straight watching the kid intensely as he sat at an empty table, Victor switched his drink to his left hand to ensure he didnt shatter the cup by accident. He reached across the table and tapped it with his metal fingers just in front of Angel, he made sure he got her attention then spoke.
"Lost Ones are showing up," He said seriously, "Maybe the guy Deon's about to pound to the dirt is one of em, they dont typically show up here. I wont make a move unless you okay it, but if you okay know those fucks are gonna shed blood."
He took a larger drink of his Early Riser the ice pressing against his lips, he still had his pistol tucked under his shirt, his knife in his pocket, and his mind set on kicking ass.
"Lost Ones are showing up," He said seriously, "Maybe the guy Deon's about to pound to the dirt is one of em, they dont typically show up here. I wont make a move unless you okay it, but if you okay know those fucks are gonna shed blood."
He took a larger drink of his Early Riser the ice pressing against his lips, he still had his pistol tucked under his shirt, his knife in his pocket, and his mind set on kicking ass.
Name: Ulfr (Pronounced Ulfer) Coldurn
Age: 25
Codename: Viking
Role on team: Vehicle specialist, infantry, and artillery.
Appearance:
Bio: Raised by his father, a drunken gunsmith, he grew up around vodka and firearms and developed a natural kinship with the two. At the age of 16 he forged his fathers signature and joined the Swedish Army, he became a specialist by the age of 19 running under a Pseudo name Tourn Staffan. He enjoyed working on vehicles and things of the like, he especially loved driving tanks. After 6 years he had become an excellent soldier and held the position of OR-8 Förvaltare. He was inducted into Shield under a program centered around a WWII project to create a super soldier, he knew what is was about, the same used on the brightly colored star spangled soldier.
Personality: He is a very comical person in battle, he doesnt take his own life to seriously which makes him a perfect soldier when asked to make sacrifices. He enjoys explosives.
Weapon/skills:
He is gifted as a heavy weapons expert and can be stealthy when needed. The MG4 is his primary weapon of choice, alongside a M32 MGL, and a set of twin Desert Eagles, fitted with SHIELD special suppressors.
Other: He speaks Swedish, Russian, German, and English.
Age: 25
Codename: Viking
Role on team: Vehicle specialist, infantry, and artillery.
Appearance:
[+]Bio: Raised by his father, a drunken gunsmith, he grew up around vodka and firearms and developed a natural kinship with the two. At the age of 16 he forged his fathers signature and joined the Swedish Army, he became a specialist by the age of 19 running under a Pseudo name Tourn Staffan. He enjoyed working on vehicles and things of the like, he especially loved driving tanks. After 6 years he had become an excellent soldier and held the position of OR-8 Förvaltare. He was inducted into Shield under a program centered around a WWII project to create a super soldier, he knew what is was about, the same used on the brightly colored star spangled soldier.
Personality: He is a very comical person in battle, he doesnt take his own life to seriously which makes him a perfect soldier when asked to make sacrifices. He enjoys explosives.
Weapon/skills:
[+]He is gifted as a heavy weapons expert and can be stealthy when needed. The MG4 is his primary weapon of choice, alongside a M32 MGL, and a set of twin Desert Eagles, fitted with SHIELD special suppressors.
[+]Other: He speaks Swedish, Russian, German, and English.
Enrique stood behind a group of five men firing at a set target about 50 yards away, he saw three shooters who were actually hitting the target the other two were hitting either too high or to much to the right. He walked over to the man on the end who was missing using a Winchester Model 70, his shots were landing just to the left of the metal drum Enrique had set at the end of the field. He tore the rifle out of the man's hands and brought it to his chest and cleared the chamber, the man looked up at Enrique and Enrique spat at the dirt next to him.
"You're a waste of ammo, space, and oxygen" Enrique said coldly, "You either learn to shoot right or you can leave, I dont give a damn what other people think if you cant kill a fuckin barrel you're no good to anyone."
The man stood up and puffed his chest out a bit, he looked angry and got somewhat closet to Enrique.
"And who are you to determine that?" The man said, "You're not the counsel, you've only just got here and you're gonna give me orders? How about I kick your ass right here and prove who's the waste of space?"
At this point a woman walked over to the pair, she was short with red hair, well filled out and with nice green eyes. Enrique stared as she walked over and put herself between the two pushing them apart, she looked at both of them and grabbed the rifle out of Enrique's hands. She put it in the mans hands with force and the man took a breath and got back to shooting.
"Dont toy with Arthur," She said quietly, "He's got a temper, and he's not someone to mess with. I'm Amanda, and we know who you are. You're the big bad Mexicano who's training up the scouts now, right?"
"I'm Puerto Rican," Enrique said with a smile looking down at her, "But I'm big and bad nonetheless. I'm only here to make sure Outpost is protected in the event of an attack, if your troops cant hit a fucking barrel with a hunting rifle then you should look into making them walker bait."
Her smile faded and she patted his shoulder and walked away, he grimaced realizing he had given off the cold vibe again. Shit, gotta work on that , he went back to the firing line and walked over to the second bad shooter. This one was a teenager, he couldnt have been over 16. He was using Marlin 336 hunting rifle, it was a fairly good rifle and shouldnt have been a problem. Enrique knelt down next to the kid and motioned for him to get up, the kid pushed himself up onto his knees and held the rifle across his legs.
"Tuck your rifle into your shoulder, then tense your arms, exhale then squeeze the trigger." Enrique said calmly, "Dont waste ammo, just remember it only takes one shot to kill if your aim is true."
"Thanks," The kid said with a nod and resumed the prone position. Enrique stood and walked back to a chair he had set up, he was still wearing his coat and reached inside of it pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a BIC lighter. He placed one in his mouth and lit it, he took a fairly sized drag and let the smoke slowly fall out of his mouth. He let out a small cough, he wasnt an avid smoker and sometimes it got tough.
"You're a waste of ammo, space, and oxygen" Enrique said coldly, "You either learn to shoot right or you can leave, I dont give a damn what other people think if you cant kill a fuckin barrel you're no good to anyone."
The man stood up and puffed his chest out a bit, he looked angry and got somewhat closet to Enrique.
"And who are you to determine that?" The man said, "You're not the counsel, you've only just got here and you're gonna give me orders? How about I kick your ass right here and prove who's the waste of space?"
At this point a woman walked over to the pair, she was short with red hair, well filled out and with nice green eyes. Enrique stared as she walked over and put herself between the two pushing them apart, she looked at both of them and grabbed the rifle out of Enrique's hands. She put it in the mans hands with force and the man took a breath and got back to shooting.
"Dont toy with Arthur," She said quietly, "He's got a temper, and he's not someone to mess with. I'm Amanda, and we know who you are. You're the big bad Mexicano who's training up the scouts now, right?"
"I'm Puerto Rican," Enrique said with a smile looking down at her, "But I'm big and bad nonetheless. I'm only here to make sure Outpost is protected in the event of an attack, if your troops cant hit a fucking barrel with a hunting rifle then you should look into making them walker bait."
Her smile faded and she patted his shoulder and walked away, he grimaced realizing he had given off the cold vibe again. Shit, gotta work on that , he went back to the firing line and walked over to the second bad shooter. This one was a teenager, he couldnt have been over 16. He was using Marlin 336 hunting rifle, it was a fairly good rifle and shouldnt have been a problem. Enrique knelt down next to the kid and motioned for him to get up, the kid pushed himself up onto his knees and held the rifle across his legs.
"Tuck your rifle into your shoulder, then tense your arms, exhale then squeeze the trigger." Enrique said calmly, "Dont waste ammo, just remember it only takes one shot to kill if your aim is true."
"Thanks," The kid said with a nod and resumed the prone position. Enrique stood and walked back to a chair he had set up, he was still wearing his coat and reached inside of it pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a BIC lighter. He placed one in his mouth and lit it, he took a fairly sized drag and let the smoke slowly fall out of his mouth. He let out a small cough, he wasnt an avid smoker and sometimes it got tough.
I'd love to be a part of this I have a genius idea for a character it would be beutiful!
I need da police to speak to my criminal!
Nall I'd definitely be down to participate in this.
Nikolai sprang from behind a box he had been hiding behind in the attic his axe in hand, he stood in front of Addie in a defensive mannor. While he heard her mumble he heard what sounded like perfect Russian to his ears poor from the mummified woman's mouth along with allot of green smoke. He wasn't comfortable here, he raised his axe defensively and looked back at the girl.
"She speaks of war, and Olympus" he said nervously his accent heavier than usual.
He stood there watching the oracle speak, he figured because of her magical presence he heard her in Russian but it was nonetheless a creepy experience. He heard the prophecy until he heard the part about sleepless child, he knew what it meant. No one but he could be the one the oracle meant , his face sunk and he took a step away from her.
"дерьмо" He cursed in Russian.
"She speaks of war, and Olympus" he said nervously his accent heavier than usual.
He stood there watching the oracle speak, he figured because of her magical presence he heard her in Russian but it was nonetheless a creepy experience. He heard the prophecy until he heard the part about sleepless child, he knew what it meant. No one but he could be the one the oracle meant , his face sunk and he took a step away from her.
"дерьмо" He cursed in Russian.
Victor looked over at Millie as she walked off and nodded his head. He thought of an old song, I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away. He watched Millie walk away and enjoyed the fact that her hoodie didn't cover up her lower body.He took a swig of his vodka and felt the buzz start kicking in, he looked back over at Deon.
"So with all the talk of our lady wolves getting half naked and dancing around, I gotta ask. Who's the poor fuck who's going to try and fight you tonight?" Victor said with a wide grin, he looked over towards Millie and saw Angel there, he looked away from her just out of respect, she wasn't like the chicks the wolves kept around she was the leader. And that could be a tad intimidating for anyone who thought to hit on her.
"So with all the talk of our lady wolves getting half naked and dancing around, I gotta ask. Who's the poor fuck who's going to try and fight you tonight?" Victor said with a wide grin, he looked over towards Millie and saw Angel there, he looked away from her just out of respect, she wasn't like the chicks the wolves kept around she was the leader. And that could be a tad intimidating for anyone who thought to hit on her.
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