Username: Supreme Aaron
Would you allow your character to die?: That's the point correct?
An rp sample following this summary: Winston sat lost in his own thoughts, staring into his glass, hoping to find an answer at the bottom of a bottle. He'd been killing as long as he could remember, but most people would only offer money or physical possessions. But these people weren't like any he had dealt with before. They offered the only true prize in the world: power. As far as Winston was concerned, he would do whatever they asked. All that good and evil s**t was for children in his opinion. In this world there were only two types of people. There were those with power, and those to weak to seek it out. But still, there had to be some strings. Only a fool would believe these people would offer such power without some kind of catch. He raised the glass to his lips and took another gulp, slamming it down on the table afterwards. For a moment, he pondered pouring another shot but instead capped the bottle and stood up, reaching for his belt and holster. Somewhere else in the city there was a poor soul who wasn't going to see another morning. A deal was a deal after all.
Would you allow your character to die?: That's the point correct?
An rp sample following this summary: Winston sat lost in his own thoughts, staring into his glass, hoping to find an answer at the bottom of a bottle. He'd been killing as long as he could remember, but most people would only offer money or physical possessions. But these people weren't like any he had dealt with before. They offered the only true prize in the world: power. As far as Winston was concerned, he would do whatever they asked. All that good and evil s**t was for children in his opinion. In this world there were only two types of people. There were those with power, and those to weak to seek it out. But still, there had to be some strings. Only a fool would believe these people would offer such power without some kind of catch. He raised the glass to his lips and took another gulp, slamming it down on the table afterwards. For a moment, he pondered pouring another shot but instead capped the bottle and stood up, reaching for his belt and holster. Somewhere else in the city there was a poor soul who wasn't going to see another morning. A deal was a deal after all.
