Shaktzi

Mutant war (closed)

What the snake lady had said began to click in his mind. "A wh- a cavity- oh no no no no no, ain't now a damned mut- I mean, not with them claws, you aint!" His eyes were wide as she pulled the gloves on. "I'm all for a cavity search, just not when done to me!" He gestured to his rag tag attire, bits of Kevlar strapped together with whatever was lying about, holey clothe.
"Do I look like so important that someone would waste valuable tech on me?"

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His face went pale beneath the grime, as he racked his mind for answers. "Password?" He snorted derisively. "I'm an outlier and a scout, I was never supposed to get this close to you guys, and YOU," he was proud of how still his finger was in the face of the beast. "Weren't part of my job description, so maybe we ought be wondering who sent you, you leather winged fire spittin' toad?"
Half his mind panicked at what he was saying. 'Oh right, insult the thing that threatened to cook and eat you. Good show, you're a fucking genius!'
A stubborn man, he focused on the bounty, and willed himself to stare in the mutations eyes, ignoring the bowel loosening explosion.

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He stumbled backwards, narrowly avoiding the piece of metal, and barely stopping from falling flat on his ass.
"Whoa now, whoa, easy!" The scoundrel thought quick, wondering how he could get on top this time. An idea flashed through his cunning brain.
"I'm on your side, you slack jawed idiots!" To make his point, he fired a few shots towards the bikers.
"I was sent by," he frowned as he pulled a name from the air " Jose to cover this convoy, as an outrider!" He turned a genuinely hateful glare at copperhead.
"Don't you k ow the major put a bounty on your head?! I'm here to stop you from losing it."
'Oh for the love of god, believe me!" He thought.

Mutant war (closed)

The man hummed softly to himself as he look through the scope of his medium length sniper rifle. He watched as a lithe figure leap from the tree to the truck, a sick grin twisting his tanned face. 'The bounty The
Major put on that things head'll pay off my debts rather nice.' He paused and thought to himself. 'And after takin' the cash from that twat, I'll see whats I can do 'bout gettin' the price on his ugly mug.' It was a good time for a man of his profession, his talents. Someone always wanted someone else dead, and was usually willing to pay for it. And if that suddenly changed, he just shot whoever had what he wanted. Good times indeed.

The cloud of dust rolled on towards the convoy, Jack frowning as he lost sight of his bounty. The winged wanna-be-human had startled him from taking the shot earlier, and now he regretted it. Hesitation didn't make anyone richer, and thats something he'd known from experience. With a burst of lust and greed, he quickly sighted in on the mutant-woman, firing off 3 rapid fire shots as she moved towards the bus.

Mutant war (closed)

Name: Jack Loathe
Nickname: Over-his-head-Jack
Mutation:None
Age:31
Occupation: Mercenary, Bounty Hunter, highway man.
Backstory: A man of lacking morals and rich in bad habits, Jack was born in a small town in the ravaged regions of northern Wisconsin, where he was drafted unwilling into the local militia at the young age of 14. For the next ten years he was sent around the remains of the midwest, assisting in battles and raids and just plain vile acts until the Militia was engulfed by a larger force. Through his youth, he developed an deep seated hatred for anyone mutated, as he felt it gave them an unfair advantage. It started as a mild resentment, growing every time he was bested, be it in poker or a drunken fight. It gave him something to focus on, after the Militia. He spent 2 years wandering around, and commiting petty crimes to stay alive, until he decided to take a bounty job posted in a bar. From then on, he did merc jobs, bounties, and the occasional highway robbery to make his living; and he wasn't half bad, either.
His major flaws are his hatred for Mutants, love for alcohol and gambling. Hence the Nick name.

Appearance: His hair is dark brown, slicked messily back, brown eyes set in a sharp featured face. He has a constant 5 o'clock shadow and stands at about 5'10. He wears a brown leather jacket, goggles against the dust and a .308 rifle with a revolver on his hip, in addition to a small throwing knife.

Sorry about how long that was, but i cant draw so I don't have a picture for the appearance.

Howdy

Figured I'd say Hello. I like most kinds of RP but my favorite is post apocalyptic and fantasy. I like roguish characters. Hi.