Association 19 ((closed; PM me for new rp thread))

[Riley Toya]

▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰
Ⓐssociation ⑲
"Without a past, with nothing to our names, together we make our future."




┏━━━━━━━━━┓

"Rrgh, dude, I'll get it back to you when I finish this job!" Alec hissed in a whisper. True, he had been pretty freaked; but now wasn't the time to allow Larus to gloat. Alec had a job to complete; and he was determined to finish it. Just hopefully Larus wouldn't get in his way.

He noticed a flicker of movement down near a trash bin site. Of course.... Alec quickly searched for the quickest way there; though it was inevitable. He readied himself and then took a flying leap, dashing across the rooftops of the nearby edifices. That b*****d wouldn't get the best of him. Now it was his turn to pursue.

He was right above him, too, until that a*****e started to run. Damn! This certainly wasn't going well. Alec took a leap of faith and landed within the trash heap, tossing bags in his wake as he scrambled onto the alley floor. That Rick Elwin was already on the run; he likely had 60 yards already! Cussing, Alec raced out and brandished his favorite weapon again. It was a bit far for what he was used to, but he reckoned he could get a good round in if the guy just slowed down for an instant. Alec knew how hard it was to shoot down a moving target, and considering that he was on the move as well was really hindering his efforts. He brought his pistol to his eye level and shot, the bullet flying through the air but missing by a longshot. Dammit! lec was just about to fire again when Elwin turned a corner, headed who-knows-where. Oh, HELL no, you're not getting away from me! Alec cussed some more as he neared the turn.


┗━━━━━━━━━┛
☆★


⊱████████████████████████████████████████

★☆

This world is our heaven, our hell, our past, present and future. So just shut up, sit down and enjoy the ride. Count your blessings as well as your curses; they are part of the whole package.


mood: pissed|company: Larus, Rick|location: uptown|thoughts: damn!!!!

[OOC: hmm another character that likes to cuss....]

[Larus ofwer Ingvarsson]

§ιℕℲ℧ℓ ℒ ℴѴℇ xxxx

ιмρяιsσиє∂ вץ ყσυя αвsσℓυтє ωσяsт и ι g н т m α я є…

crude | hypocrite | illogical | murderous | odious
┏━━━━━━━━━┓
Larus grinned to himself as he watched Alec sprinted off of the edge of the building and landed in the trash heaps below with a soft poof. He found himself rolling his eyes at the sight of his leader, looks like he’d need help. Building up speed, Larus took off shortly after, cascading and landing on the next building over with a tuck and roll. Quickly orienting himself from the leap he peered over the edge, watching as Alec chased through the alleyways, being followed by some big husky guy name Rick.

Rick Elwin. Larus hissed at that name in his mind. That guy was always causing trouble for his boss, always chasing him around like that. He would not tolerate it. Flipping out his pistol and filling it up with fresh bullets, Larus scaled his way down the pipeline of the building and landed with a quiet thump into the shadows, even his snow-white hair obscured by the extremity of darkness. He sneaked his way along the wall, gun in hand, making sure to make any noise and to move carefully, around the corner, around to Rick. He heard a shot and watched as bullets whizzed past Rick’s head, easily missing. What was that? Usually Alec never missed. It was time to put an end to this tomfoolery.

“All right big boy, time to meet your maker.” Larus burst from the shadows and flipped up his gun, eyes harsh and intent on his prey. “Time to die Rickster.” A shot rang out as the bullet flew his gun, screeching and burning through the air and combating with Rick’s shoulder, sending the splatter of blood speckling Larus’s fair skin like little red freckles. He wiped away the droplets with his free hand, creating smeared streaks across his face and made his away over to the wounded man. “s**t, I didn’t get a straight hit, only managed to get the thing in the shoulder.” He spat, not even having enough respect to address him as a human being. He brought his gun up once more, holding it up against Rick’s forehead and easing on the trigger. “Anything else to say before I blow your brains out, Rickity?”
┗━━━━━━━━━┛

Crazed | alleyway | Alec and Rick| outfit | "Time to die..."

riley toya

[Riley Toya]

Larus ofwer Ingvarsson

▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰
Ⓐssociation ⑲
"Without a past, with nothing to our names, together we make our future."




┏━━━━━━━━━┓

Alec neared the alley and slowed. He hit himself several times; that was pathetic! He should've at least been able to graze the guy! Alec skidded to a halt just around the corner. He'd notice the looming shadow and knew it was a dead end. Weapon at the ready, he was just about to turn when another pistol echoed in the empty alley. What? Impossible! That better not be...

Alec heard a familiar voice, sort of calm while cunningly mischevious. He knew whose voice that was without having to look at its owner. Judging by the conversation, Alec could tell Larus was likely leaning over the guy, preparing the final blow. He heard his friend; "Any last words?..... The victim choked out, "You... Wouldn't... Dare," in that sort of voice where you know they're trying to hide the fear coursing their veins. Bad mistake. The next gunshot rang throughout the valley, just as Alec was about to turn and deliver it himself. Instead he met the sight of Larus smiling cockily over the late Rick Elwin. Infuriated, Alec stomped over him, each step echoing violently in the closed space. "Dammit, Larus, he was mine to finish!" For rage and good measure, Alec fired at the corpse trying to keep from lashing it out on his companion. Alec didn't usually mind help, just not wasted on scum like that b*****d! His generally modest pride was boiling.



┗━━━━━━━━━┛
☆★


⊱████████████████████████████████████████

★☆

This world is our heaven, our hell, our past, present and future. So just shut up, sit down and enjoy the ride. Count your blessings as well as your curses; they are part of the whole package.


mood: pissed|company: Larus|location: uptown|thoughts: damn!!!!

[OOC:]

[iBarfRainbowzz]

⇲Zeeka ❝Zee❞ Martinios⇱
╚═══════╝

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❝Don't be afraid...❞

❝...or at least don't let me know.❞xxxxxxxx

Zee walks up behind Jax as flames explode from his do-dad, whatever it was. She watches it flame and crosses her arms as he laughs. "Watcha doin' Doc?" She asks and stepping up beside him. She tilts her head and watches him from the corner of her eye. He was really the only person she could stand to talk to, and his madness made it all more fun. She scuffs her shoe on the ground and leans to one side. She had nothing to do, she'd just finished her last job and lost in a game of strip poker. She of course beat the men up when it came to her taking off underwear, then ran through the allys with no clothing. Now, she was wearing clothing, and she was in a much better mood.


Watching failure ╬ Neutral ╬ Jax

Riley Toya

[Riley Toya]

iBarfRainbowzz

▣║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║▣▣║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║▣
////////////Jax Hancock\\
the mechanical
"Doctor"
☞~Insane and enjoying it~☜
▣║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║▣▣║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║▣


Meanwhile...

Well, THAT was unexpected. Jax hadn't anticipated having company. He turned and faced the girl whose name he'd always forgotten; well that wasn't surprising. There were only a few people he could actually remember the names of. He'd even forgotten the names of his parents. Wait, he was getting ahead of himself. It would be rude not to answer.

He replied in his usual stuttery way, not because he was nervous but because it was something he'd been born with, along with his crooked smile and scrambled brain. "Oh, n-n-nothing of imp-p-p-ortance. J-j-just picking upp, hehehe~!" He giggled and mused over his work. What to make next, hmm?

"Need-eed any weapons or-or-or fixings?" He gave her a playful glance, hoping she'd say yes. He was already bored of his failure, and needed more entertaining. Until then... He turned and began smashing his device with a wrench. Screws and scrap metal began flying off. Ah, recycling! How he loved doing it this way~


▣mood: amused▣|▣location: A-19 workshop▣|▣company: Zee▣|▣thoughts: hehehe~▣

[OOC: I'm gonna have much fun with him~]

[Larus ofwer Ingvarsson]

§ιℕℲ℧ℓ ℒ ℴѴℇ xxxx

ιмρяιsσиє∂ вץ ყσυя αвsσℓυтє ωσяsт и ι g н т m α я є…

crude | hypocrite | illogical | murderous | odious
┏━━━━━━━━━┓
With a crooked smile upon his face Larus pushed the carcass aside, the victim’s blood leaking across the pavement and dripping through the cracks in the sewage system. “Pathetic weakling.” Suddenly Alec came barging in, angry as ******** and wretched out his gun. Oh great, this couldn’t be good, if Alec managed to get mad then Larus must’ve really ******** up. The shots resonated through the alley as multiple holes were made in the already dead body. Of course Alec knew this already, this was just his way of “staying calm.” What can you say? They were an interesting family.

A mixture of guilt and triumph swelled inside Larus as Alec screamed at him, and his face turned red with shame. He directed his eyes towards the ground and shoved his gun back into his pocket. He guiltily shifted his feet. “Look, Alec, I’m sorry…” Usually Larus only addressed Alec by his real name when he was sincere; otherwise it was the usual “bro,” or “man”. “I didn’t think you’d get angry, I thought I’d just help you out ya know? You seemed to be having a bit of trouble with the guy…” Yep, awkward.

“You know what, just ******** it.” Larus spat affirmatively, and turned on his heels. “Why don’t you just give me some ******** appreciation for once?” Tears began to well up in Larus’s eyes, but he ran before Alec could notice. Why do I have to be so ******** emotional sometimes?! I’m a ******** gang member! ******** I’M SAYING ******** TOO MUCH! Larus rapidly wiped the tears from his cheeks and turned back into the base, Jax and Zee sitting around some burning contraption already. He dropped down dramatically onto the dusty couch, burying his face in a pillow, his screams muffled. “FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK!!!!”

┗━━━━━━━━━┛

Upset/Melodramatic | A-19 base | Jax and Zee| outfit | "AUGHHHHH!!!..."

riley toya

iBarfRainbowzz

[iBarfRainbowzz]

⇲Zeeka ❝Zee❞ Martinios⇱
╚═══════╝

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❝Don't be afraid...❞

❝...or at least don't let me know.❞xxxxxxxx

Zee watches him smash the machine. "Uhhh, sure, if you want." She says slightly wide eyed, kind of wanting to help but afraid that if she did he would bite her or something. In her mind she saw a picture of a million types of crazy diseases flowing into her body and her mouth foaming. She shakes her head and steps back as things fly out of the machine. Zee looks around, wondering if anyone else was here, wondering if they thought the people who lived here were crazy. We are... We are. She thinks, her mind going back to how few clothing she had. She was really bad at poker...


Imagining ╬ A bit frightened ╬ Jax & Larus

Riley Toya

[Riley Toya]

Larus ofwer Ingvarsson

▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰
Ⓐssociation ⑲
"Without a past, with nothing to our names, together we make our future."




┏━━━━━━━━━┓

Well, THAT had went well. Sure, Larus had been trying to help, but didn't he realize that Alec didn't need his help? Maybe he didn't understand him as well as Alec had thought he would. Then going and lashing about "appreciation".... Alec sighed. Yeah, he did feel a bit of guilt, but he knew it was best to quickly get over it and mov on. Larus wasn't the only one he had to look out for, and Alec knew he couldn't please everybody every time.

He rubbed his temples a bit and headed back, fighting off the little annoying guilt that clung to his conscience. He'd have to collect the bounty tomorrow; he was to exhausted to travel to HAFTWIN at the moment. He walked in slowly and was greeted by the scent of something burning, Jax and Zee puzzling over a new invention in the warehouse opening and Larus moping on a couch into a pillow. Figures; it was always something new around here.... He headed upstairs to his self-proclaimed room and popped open the mini fridge conveniently located there. It was likely that this hotel had been quite comforting in its youth; it had a decent amount of luxuries to it that made it a suitable place for calling home. Alas, however, now it was rather run-down, and the only electricity came from a generator Jax had managed to fix. Thus, only about five of the upstairs fridges worked, and the lights often flickered when turned on. But hey, a home was a home, and this was likely the best that Alec had ever known.

He collapsed onto his own chair that faced away from the door, which he hadn't bothered to shut on his way in. He wasn't sure if he did or didn't want company, so you never knew....



┗━━━━━━━━━┛
☆★


⊱████████████████████████████████████████

★☆

This world is our heaven, our hell, our past, present and future. So just shut up, sit down and enjoy the ride. Count your blessings as well as your curses; they are part of the whole package.


mood: x|company: none|location: upstairs|thoughts:

[OOC: sorry but, after i read your post.... I laughed]

[Riley Toya]

iBarfRainbowzz

▣║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║▣▣║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║▣
////////////Jax Hancock
the mechanical
"Doctor"
☞~Insane and enjoying it~☜
▣║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║▣▣║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║▣



Jax was hammering joyously with the wrench until the device really was just a hunk of scrap metal. He took apart what still held together and heard the girl's response. He clapped his hands together at the sound of it, already dreaming about the weapons of mass destruction~! He turned to her, and saw in her face she didn't have any pressing ideas. "New l-l-look is g-g-good~" He sang out, which likely sounded a bit perverted; not that he cared. He turned back to his work, thinking over what kind of weapon to create. One suited for girls' hands, as he knew it was her job to test them out first. How about... some sort of "shocking" device, of physical and metaphorical standings?? He chuckled at the idea of it and started to tweak his invention. It would need much metals for conduction, rubber handlings, but still manageable in one hand! It would be perfect~! And maybe the shock could travel through the air? Or would a wire be a simpler mechanism?? He cackled as he mused, whirring his many various tools at his newest creation. Hopefully it would work this time~!

He did notice an annoying moaning and looked up from his work momentarily to see that boy about his age. What was his name again? Lucas? He'd come and chatted with Jax before, but Jax couldn't say he knew much about the kid. That moaning and groaning was impossible to work under, though. Grumbling, Jax set down his project and addressed "Lucas": "Sh-sh-hut up? W-w-working he-ere" It was more of a question than a statement or command, hence the question mark.

▣mood: amused and annoyed▣|▣location: A-19 workshop▣|▣company: Zee & Larus▣|▣thoughts: hehehe~▣

[OOC: hehehe~]

[Larus ofwer Ingvarsson]

§ιℕℲ℧ℓ ℒ ℴѴℇ xxxx

ιмρяιsσиє∂ вץ ყσυя αвsσℓυтє ωσяsт и ι g н т m α я є…

crude | hypocrite | illogical | murderous | odious
┏━━━━━━━━━┓
A voice echoed through his thoughts and Larus lifted his head to see what was going on. His line of sight was directed to Jax, the group’s psychotic mechanic. Even though he was a bit strange, he was pretty good at what he did. Instantly, Larus stopped groaning and sat up, resting his arms across the back of the couch, trying to look casual and cool. “Yeah sorry…I was just being a bit dramatic I guess…some s**t went down between Alec and I…but don’t worry about it…not that you would anyway…” He peered closely to see what Jax was working on, a clump of metal? What the hell was that? Curiosity struck and Larus stood up and squirmed over to Jax, resting his chin on his shoulder as he tried to get a better look at what he was working on.

It smelled like smoke and bits of metal and bolts were scattered everywhere, and…. it honestly looked like nothing, but that’s how all his little contraptions started out…He watched patiently as Jax continued to work, giving a couple of amused chuckles and salvaging contently. Larus raised a brow and sighed. “All right man, what the hell are you building now? A portal to the underworld? I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d figure out how to do that…” Larus said, he weird little way of flattering him.
┗━━━━━━━━━┛

Curios | A-19 base | Jax and Zee| outfit | "Hmmm..."

riley toya

[Riley Toya]

Larus ofwer Ingvarsson

▣║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║▣▣║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║▣
////////////Jax Hancock
the mechanical
"Doctor"
☞~Insane and enjoying it~☜
▣║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║▣▣║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║▣



Jax gave a few chuckles in response. "Flatterer~" He rang out, for he knew a compliment when he heard one, although that may have been the first he'd ever gotten. A portal? A fascinating fanatical device that would completely defy the laws of physics, oh yes, he'd love to make that one day~. Until then he was set to build and destroy simpler contraptions. Thank goodness the boy had stopped complaining. It was true; Jax couldn't care less about the cause, for it was the outcome that counted. Now that all was silent, Jax continued tinkering away. Opposite charges produced lightning; maybe an electromagnet might do the trick. He scavenged around his beyond-cluttered workshop and found a small one, as well as some average magnets and magnetic metals. Or maybe static electricity was a better option?? Or even a potato?? Certainly foes wouldn't see THAT coming~! No, even better: a mixture of all three!

He found some potatoes in his own freezer, one he usually kept anything BUT food inside, and got to work with a few coins and stuck them into the potato. He connected it to a mass of wires upon the box-like base. Next, he took a special, firm balloon and blew into it just gently, rubbing it against his hair and positioning it accordingly. Lastly, he connected the electromagnet into the potato circuiter and stood back to admire his creation. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn't. Only one way to find out~! "W-w-wanna try, Lu-lu-lucasss??" He taunted.


▣mood: amused▣|▣location: A-19 workshop▣|▣company: Zee & Larus▣|▣thoughts: hehehe~▣

[OOC: well, most of it is true, just combining them all together may not produce results at all. Oh well~!]

[Larus ofwer Ingvarsson]

§ιℕℲ℧ℓ ℒ ℴѴℇ xxxx

ιмρяιsσиє∂ вץ ყσυя αвsσℓυтє ωσяsт и ι g н т m α я є…

crude | hypocrite | illogical | murderous | odious
┏━━━━━━━━━┓
Larus smirked, not denying that he had complimented him, the stuff he managed to do was pretty remarkable sometimes. Sometimes. What he was doing now Larus had absolutely no idea what the hell he was up to. He watched intently as Jax grabbed a random assortment of objects, and one that was…was a potato? What the ********? Larus thought to himself. This potato wasn’t for eating either. Jax went right ahead and starting tinkering away with the vegetable, adding a wide range of other gizmos into its skin. The finished product ended up looking like some piece of crap quickly assembled by a toddler with A.D.D.

Larus’s eye twitched as he eyed it. What the hell was this!? His inventions never turned out so…so…. awful. What the HELL? Jax seemed all the more content with it though, which was no surprise, and he held it up to Larus to offer for him to test it it out. Larus grasped the potato thing with uncertainty. “Uh… sure… I guess… the name is Larus by the way… so uh… what do I do exactly? Is there a switch or something?” He looked around the potato, turning it on all sides, trying to see if there was some underlying secret kink to this hunk of junk.

┗━━━━━━━━━┛

Curious/Uncertain | A-19 base | Jax and Zee| outfit | "What the ********]

riley toya

[Riley Toya]

Larus ofwer Ingvarsson

▣║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║▣▣║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║▣
////////////Jax Hancock
the mechanical
"Doctor"
☞~Insane and enjoying it~☜
▣║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║▣▣║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║▣



Jax couldn't help but roll his eyes at his companions' idiocy. Of course there was a safety switch; he didn't want to get shocked every time he touched his device, now, did he?? Jax took back the potato; Larus had been holding it wrong. Jax chuckled, feeling he was really the most genius person in the whole room, even if a mad one. "Ssssstay-tay" He commanded, and aimed the device at Larus. He lipped the switch, turning on the electromagnet and causing the electrons to flow within the device. He turned the circuit up more and more, feeling the device heat up from atop the rubber covering. A sudden spring extended from the device and stuck to Larus's skin. Jax hit another switch and sent a volt of highly concentrated electricity into the wire, giving Larus a nasty shock and leaving a mark on his skin. The force caused the balloon to explode, but Jax didn't care. His device had worked~! He giggled whilst cackling with glee, beaming up at his device as if he was the proud father of his child.



▣mood: amused▣|▣location: A-19 workshop▣|▣company: Zee & Larus▣|▣thoughts: hehehe~▣

[OOC: ]

[SweetMelancholyBells]

₪ vєяα ραℓδιиє ₪

I see everyone, everywhere, every minute, of every day......

Vera was sitting in a chair, newspaper in her lap, an annoyed look upon her face as she stared at the crazy lunatics of this joint. She stood up, excusing herself from the loonies to get some air of sanity. She went outside, leaning against a railing of a falling apart balcony. Her heart ached for some sort of stability in life and she was forced to brush away a tear as she thought about her dead triplet. The only person she had ever trusted was gone. She rarely every spoke to anyone, let alone her twin. Her twin was the one everyone seemed to like and Vera felt lonely then. However, she didn't want to talk to anyone. She was a very conflicted person.

She wandered back inside, going back to her newspaper. No one seemed to need any information from her so she was left alone to her thoughts, boiling in anger about her past. Vera grabbed a soda from the semi-working fridge, drinking it, hoping to ease her mind. It did the completely opposite and she hoped the sugar low would come quickly. She needed some sleep.

......I'm a Professional Stalker

₪ Mood: Depressed ₪ Company: Loonies ₪ Thoughts: "I want to cry." ₪ Location: A-19 ₪

[Captain Luke Brown]

Sixteen! Here, now!", the young boy obeyed without a word, without question, without so much as a flinch he jogged over and stopped at the large, muscular man in front of him. "Tell me, Sixteen, what is the code, that you live by as one of us?". These random tests were common, used to catch out assassins who weren't listening enough. Unflinchingly the boy, little over twelve, replied in a deep, accent lacking voice "There are no rules, our duty, is to our superiors. Everything goes.", perfect every time. Government training from 'the cradle to the grave' did this to a boy. The instructor nodded, without a reward he simply replied "Who do you answer to?", "The Leaders.." the boy replied, no names were given, not even 'the leaders' had names, the leaders were the government, everybody of importance in the government and the instructors hired by them to train boys like Luke..or, Sixteen, as he was branded. "Before you go, sixteen...tell me...how do you block this?" the instructor shouted, suddenly drawing a K-Bar combat knife and stabbing straight for Luke's stomach, Luke side stepped the blade to the left, pushing it to the right away out of range and delivering a shockingly powerful roundhouse from his right foot to the instructor's stomach, followed by drawing his Ninjato and angling it downward at the instructor's head. No emotion, no remorse, no regrets, Luke was born and bred a killing machine, and it was what he was going to do. The instructor got up as Luke sheathed his blade, he needed to carry it at all times in case of random 'training', where instructors would jump from nowhere and attack, full force with weapons in an attempt to kill the student if they couldn't defend themselves correctly. Luke could, but even after flooring a man of huge build and weight with little to no effort, and having him at his mercy, Luke received nothing but the right to walk away from the instructor and continue his training...this was his life.

Soon further, more recent flashbacks came rushing in, since he was let out of the 'temple' everything he had ever done haunted him, all the killing, killing, killing. Was that all he was wanted for? To do the Government's dirty work? He hated his life, it was all a joke, everything he had ever been told, everything they ever trained him for, a great big ******** lie. Now he played for the other side of the card..Association 19 was all he had, and all he needed in life now, using the skills he had learned..for a purpose he was allowed to choose, not for the good of some rich dicks in suits who he had never met...they were a family, a brotherhood, and he was one of them now.

The reminiscing ended, Luke was in the abandoned hotel where the Association hid out..in a room where he trained the others in hand-to-hand and close ranged combat, standing in the middle of a wooden ring in his full suit..every time he wore that suit and felt the cold, acid sharpened steel and carbon fibre of his ninjato in his hands he felt an urge to kill, it was all he ever did...and all he would ever do.

Looking over to his right, there was a rack of all of his weapons, his Ninjato sword was always with him, but there lay a full sized carbon fibre quarterstaff, two black coated silenced P99 semi-automatic pistols, a knuckle guarded trench knife, again in a dark steel colour, and multiple throwing weapons, small knives, 'black eggs' (breakable egg like containers filled with crushed glass, black in colour), smoke grenades and then a meter of 'choke wire', which he used to even more stealthy, but personal kills. The room was bare, but Luke never slept so it only needed a ring to fight in and weapons to fight with. To his left were training weapons, for his friend's sakes, not for his, as he never used them unless he was fighting with members of the association, as he didn't wish to harm them. He turned around and caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror which he shadow trained in, his armour was tight fitting, kevlar padding with lightweight metal plates beneath them, these could block damage from the majority of small calibre weapons and most melee trauma. The rest of the suit was a tough material similar to kevlar, though it's origins were unknown it weighed virtually nothing and protected all the same. He knew he wasn't invincible in the suit but it certainly helped against the one lucky attacker which could prove fatal otherwise...the visor was steel, blackened and easy enough to see through without providing much of a gap for any weapon to get through, Luke learned to rely on his hearing more than his sight, and so the visor could s**t completely and he would still fight similarly, unlike most humans, Luke uses all of his senses in equal proportions..instead of relying mostly on sight...this is what the government did to him, sometimes he prayed for a normal life..and sometimes he accepted it with open arms...he didn't know what to think..he didn't think, that was part of the code he grew up with.

Details

Current Health:100%
Current Location:In his 'fighting room', Abandoned Hotel
Weapons:Ninjato sword

One man has and another has not
How can you love what it is you have got?
When you took it all from the weak hands of the poor
Liars and Thieves you know not what is in store