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......Peter Tright......
..........Human..........
..............26..............
............5'10''............
...........171lbs...........
..Light Brown Hair..
......Brown Eyes......
..........Anaxes..........
........Mercenary........
....Force Sensitive....
.....Ambidextrous.....
............Jester............
...........Grungy...........
.........Offensive.........
.......Charismatic.......
........Flirtatious........
.......Flap-Jawed.......
..........Satirical..........
..........Cynical..........
........Marksman........
..........Bulldog..........
..........Playboy..........
_WEAPONS_ ........................................................... _GEAR_
Cortosis-Weave Kukri...........................................Chain Necklace with
..........Human..........
..............26..............
............5'10''............
...........171lbs...........
..Light Brown Hair..
......Brown Eyes......
..........Anaxes..........
........Mercenary........
....Force Sensitive....
.....Ambidextrous.....
............Jester............
...........Grungy...........
.........Offensive.........
.......Charismatic.......
........Flirtatious........
.......Flap-Jawed.......
..........Satirical..........
..........Cynical..........
........Marksman........
..........Bulldog..........
..........Playboy..........
_WEAPONS_ ........................................................... _GEAR_
Hold-Out Modified
Blaster Pistol-Pair..................................Lightweight Slug-Proof VestVintage Silver/Black
Slugthrower Pistol-Pair.............................Four Holster Body StrapMark I Titanium Trench Knife
with Guard/Knuckle-Duster...............................Fingerless Black 'Grips'Cortosis-Weave Kukri...........................................Chain Necklace with
Family Crest
Titanium Knives Five-Set...........................Left Wrist Gauntlet(Personal Shield Included)
Decorative Flintlock Pistol.............................Detachable/Instant-ExpandingAir-Gliding Unit (One Time Use)
Varied Grenades/Traps/Trinkets....................Two Belts/Pouches/Multiple'Tight-Pockets'/Straps/Holsters
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Duality Shows…
I spend my life in two places, in a fight or in a cell. Complacency doesn’t fit. Too tight. Makes me itchy. …You won’t like me when I’m itchy. Some call me a gunner, some a guy you want to watch your back, and some call me a smart ass. I’m no stranger to pain or ADHD. Some consider the first worse, I on the other hand like the little curly-cues on girl’s cursive ‘g’s’.
The day my ‘big-boss’ daddy dearest offered me to join his “firm”, or in laymen’s terms …his Mafia, I bought this very watch that I’m wearing now; but I also dedicated my life to forcing good situations on everyday people who were dealt bad cards in a game of good cards beats bad cards. That’s as opposed to the other kinda card games. Ya’ know. There’s too much shit in this galaxy. Crap too. And feces. My reasoning may puzzle some, but I don’t like my dad and he’s trained me well. Whatever I’m told to do, I pretty much do the opposite. Don’t know if it was the beatings that started when I was five or the beatings my mom took since before I can remember. Could be the constant killing or ‘whacking’ in the mansion all my life. Once upon a time I was young, but thick walls can only do so much before I realized that wasn’t raspberry jelly on his shirt. I mean for god’s sake, who eats raspberry jelly after twelve o’clock? Probably had nothing to do with the time my dad broke a couple of my fingers on the gun he was giving me to remind me of my first resisted murder… both when he squeezed my trigger finger for me and when I refused the thoughtful gift. Couldn’t be the time he blamed the family’s deaths of a Rat on me so that the guy would come for me, just to test my resolve. Said he knew I’d take care of it. Which of course I chose to do after somehow surviving two stabs into my poor unsuspecting back. Had to get some leverage, which meant facing him nice and close in order to push up his own knife through the underside of his chin. Course, couldn’t quite get it in there well enough so I pulled out my gun and pointed it right into the pommel of the knife and blasted his face off… basically. My dad’s commending response only made it worse; stuck much deeper than those knife wounds did. Although there was that one time he made me his fall guy, which got me a ten-year sentence. Got out at two for doin’ some high-up a favor and killing this creep who brutalized, raped, and murdered some official’s family. Made it look like an accident in a brawl. Think I killed him by accident when somebody bumped into my ‘shiving’ arm. None of that probably had anything to do with it. They say these personality ‘issues’ start much earlier in life before you can even remember. That’s probably so. …White tulips. Do they engineer those?
So I’ve decided to head a small group of anonymous pals. I’ve decided that knowing is half the battle, and I intend to fight a whole two halves of it. So names are out, faces are out, and girls are out. Well, I suppose I could forgo the cooties rule just this once. Thought up some twists and turns, some surprises for anybody looking to find them; but first, daddy’s gotta die. …Hope nobody finds out.
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"Masked"
"Masked"
-The Plan...
Hello all. My name is... Oh. Right. No names. ...and I'm addicted to murder. Anyone wanna help?
Finding trustworthy and capable associates can be a tedious and dead-end stress-nightmare. So, it seems trying to kill possible allies is a quicker route to knowing someone as opposed to following and studying them. ...This I like. Friends beware. I may try to kill you... Jk Jk
Some call it far-fetched to say attempted murder is the life gel for the best relationships. I have quibbles with that statement. ...In fact I have quibbles and bits. I've killed a few, yes. But I make sure only the bad ones die. I'm a nice guy, really.
In order for all this to work, people have to believe that my father's still alive. After all, I am using his resources, identity, mansion, and... oh ya, his entire crime syndicate against all that he is. But first, I've gotta find the right players for the game...
Hello all. My name is... Oh. Right. No names. ...and I'm addicted to murder. Anyone wanna help?
Finding trustworthy and capable associates can be a tedious and dead-end stress-nightmare. So, it seems trying to kill possible allies is a quicker route to knowing someone as opposed to following and studying them. ...This I like. Friends beware. I may try to kill you... Jk Jk
Some call it far-fetched to say attempted murder is the life gel for the best relationships. I have quibbles with that statement. ...In fact I have quibbles and bits. I've killed a few, yes. But I make sure only the bad ones die. I'm a nice guy, really.
In order for all this to work, people have to believe that my father's still alive. After all, I am using his resources, identity, mansion, and... oh ya, his entire crime syndicate against all that he is. But first, I've gotta find the right players for the game...
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