Derek had just arrived in Last Hearth, the gates still closing behind him, and already he didn't like the place. It just felt like too many people were happy. Like they were blissfully ignorant of the struggles going on outside their own community. He had been on the road since the cities were first evacuated, and in that time he had learned that no matter where you are, you were always at risk nowadays.
His attention turned to the blood dripping off of his buzz axe, and he wondered why he hadn't cleaned it off immediately, instead of strapping it to his waist right away. He undid the clasp holding the weapon in place with one hand while he grasped the grip with the other, then adjusted his hold on it. By pulling the motorcycle handbrake he started the blade spinning, causing the blood on it to fly off due to centrifugal force.
Weapon now clean, Derek went looking for a job to do. Cash was still king nowadays, those lucky enough to have it were always better off than the rest, and that was the way he wanted to live. He just had to earn it first. Off to his side, Derek heard someone talking about getting a group together for some kind of supply run.
Could be lucrative if I found some nice weaponry to sell... He thought to himself. Deciding on joining this group, he began walking over to the male.
"Hey there. The name's Gantz. I overheard that you were looking to get group together, and I wanted to let you know that my services are for sale. I've survived a few trips into the cities and I'm still alive, that's testament enough to my ability. If I'm right, and I usually am, I'm your best hope in the way of protection."
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Jill gave a slight nod to Victor as he left the table, then her attention returned to Angel as she ordered a drink. She always loved a free drink. Once the vodka arrived at the table, Jillian waited for Angel to pour her shot, before taking the glass, pouring a shot for herself, removing her lighter from a pouch strapped at her waist, and igniting the surface of her drink.
"Bottoms up!"
She shouted before pouring the flaming liquid down her throat, wincing a bit at the burn but grinning wickedly the whole time. As the burning subsided, Jillian contemplated placing a bet on Deon, deciding against it in the end.
"I don't wanna bet on him, or anyone. If I cared about money I woulda stayed in Haven with all those posh fucking assholes. Fuck that shit. Besides, who needs money when you can take whatever you damn well please, and destroy anyone who gets in the way? You know what I'm sayin'?"
The lights went out as she finished her ramblings, indicating the start of the fight. She watched as some man walked into the arena, someone she neither knew nor cared about, then as Deon came strutting through the crowd. He liked being in the limelight as much as her, and that bothered her to no end. She hated when people grabbed the attention away from her, despite her inclination against being too close to anyone. She poured another shot for herself and downed it, not bothering to ignite it this time, and slammed the glass back down upon the table hard enough to crack the side from the impact.
"Bottoms up!"
She shouted before pouring the flaming liquid down her throat, wincing a bit at the burn but grinning wickedly the whole time. As the burning subsided, Jillian contemplated placing a bet on Deon, deciding against it in the end.
"I don't wanna bet on him, or anyone. If I cared about money I woulda stayed in Haven with all those posh fucking assholes. Fuck that shit. Besides, who needs money when you can take whatever you damn well please, and destroy anyone who gets in the way? You know what I'm sayin'?"
The lights went out as she finished her ramblings, indicating the start of the fight. She watched as some man walked into the arena, someone she neither knew nor cared about, then as Deon came strutting through the crowd. He liked being in the limelight as much as her, and that bothered her to no end. She hated when people grabbed the attention away from her, despite her inclination against being too close to anyone. She poured another shot for herself and downed it, not bothering to ignite it this time, and slammed the glass back down upon the table hard enough to crack the side from the impact.
Hours, minutes, seconds, can't tell. Not days though.
Sorry, I won't be able to post for a bit. I'm busy.
Wont be able to post for a bit, sorry.
I'm going to work soon, so I don't know when I'll be able to post. I might be able to from my phone during my break at 6 pm EST, or before that if things are slow, but the latest would be a bit after 8 pm EST.
Like I said, I don't usually disappoint.
Well, there's the basic sheet. I may add more, if I become so inclined and inspired.
Yeah, I usually don't disappoint. More is on the way, and I just put the appearance up.
Name: Derek Gantz
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Weapons: Derek's primary weapon is one of his own creation, based on a weapon from a game he used to play though with a few design tweaks. It is comprised of a foot and a half long ironwood handle, a circular saw blade, a small yet high-powered motor, hooked up to a motorcycle handbreak at the handle which acts as the switch for the motor, and some steel for reinforcements.
His secondary weapon is a makeshift sawed-off shotgun with one barrel, which needs to be reloaded after every use and often backfires, causing the gun to break into pieces and require reassembly. More often than not, he uses makeshift ammunition for this weapon, such as rock salt or coin shot.
Personality: Derek has an ISTP type personality, along with Antisocial Personality Disorder. Due to these two traits, he is usually seen as a loner, and can act coldly or even cruelly towards people around him, though he will still aid his comrades, if only because they may be of use to him later. Because of his overconfidence, he often acts recklessly and comes off as cocky, though he very rarely lets down his guard, even around those considered to be his friends. In a fight, he starts calm, but his composure may begin to deteriorate as he loses himself in the heat of combat. Despite his cold demeanor, Derek can be quite the romantic, with both the ladies and the men.
History: Derek was a big gamer before the shit hit the fan, even though he certainly doesn't look it. Aside from this, he was also viewed as a bit of a "Nutcase" by those around him, as he was preparing clothing and equipment for the coming apocalypse. Now that the apocalypse has come, he's the one laughing at the others for not being as proactive as him.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Weapons: Derek's primary weapon is one of his own creation, based on a weapon from a game he used to play though with a few design tweaks. It is comprised of a foot and a half long ironwood handle, a circular saw blade, a small yet high-powered motor, hooked up to a motorcycle handbreak at the handle which acts as the switch for the motor, and some steel for reinforcements.
His secondary weapon is a makeshift sawed-off shotgun with one barrel, which needs to be reloaded after every use and often backfires, causing the gun to break into pieces and require reassembly. More often than not, he uses makeshift ammunition for this weapon, such as rock salt or coin shot.
Personality: Derek has an ISTP type personality, along with Antisocial Personality Disorder. Due to these two traits, he is usually seen as a loner, and can act coldly or even cruelly towards people around him, though he will still aid his comrades, if only because they may be of use to him later. Because of his overconfidence, he often acts recklessly and comes off as cocky, though he very rarely lets down his guard, even around those considered to be his friends. In a fight, he starts calm, but his composure may begin to deteriorate as he loses himself in the heat of combat. Despite his cold demeanor, Derek can be quite the romantic, with both the ladies and the men.
History: Derek was a big gamer before the shit hit the fan, even though he certainly doesn't look it. Aside from this, he was also viewed as a bit of a "Nutcase" by those around him, as he was preparing clothing and equipment for the coming apocalypse. Now that the apocalypse has come, he's the one laughing at the others for not being as proactive as him.
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