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TrollPie wrote:Really Shas? I feel loved

Yes, I love how your're portraying the human side of it all...

... and just info for you all, Londons soon gonna start turning into a hellhole...

... of course, Weyland doesn't care, hes safe enough...

Sam saluted, his face expressionless. "My superiors expect payment in full, i was ordered to tell you that you would find it very difficult to operate in any country we are active in if you double cross us, again" He and his men marched out briskly. Sam activated his radio and set it to the same frequency as used by his outpost. " Lieutenant Roselin" A voice crackled. "Roselin, get two veteran squads from fifth company in a Chinook and get it to my last coordinates, tell the pilot that he will be picking me and my squad up. We are going to London on an assignment." "yes sir. Sir, Division command heard all of that and are assigning two gunships to you, they will escort your Chinook to your destination." "Ahh, division command, they really like overkill don't they." "Yes sir, they do"

A few hours later they where over the Weyland corp headquarters in London. The street in front of the building was in chaos. Police grappled with xenomorph warriors, a few armed police fired into the swarm. The Chinook and it's deadly cargo hovered above the scene of carnage. "Gunship's strafe those motherf***rs, kill em all" Sam yelled down his radio. The two very powerful Apache assault gunships flew in. The one to the left set it's main cannon a-barking, each shot spewing up a cloud of green acidic blood. The chopper to the right fired it's missile pods into the building itself, swarms of xenomorhs where blown out of the windows. The chinook's back ramp and side doors opened up and long ropes spiraled out. Camouflaged heavily armed figures began to elegantly slide down the rope's, taking pot shots at the xenos. When three squads of boot's where on the ground their commander descended. His T.A.R barked and xeno's fell. "two lines, front line kneel!" He shouted out. The men around him obeyed with practiced precision. When they where ready the commander yelled again "Ready! Aim! Fire!" The men complied. Xenomorphs where blown back by the volume of fire, the interlocking field's shredding them. The commander was pleased by the precision of the men. "Company commander Sam McKay, to any law enforcement unit's near the Weyland Corp headquarters. The enemy you are going to face is horrific, bring guns and declare a state of emergency, now!" Sam said over his radio on all channels. The men seeing he had done this new that they had little time to complete their mission. "Move up"

The men ran forward weapons firing into any stray xeno approaching. One of the greener members of squad two was pulled away and dragged to god knows where. The men continued to run. When they reached the lobby of the buikding, they hardly noticed the Mob of people fighting the xenos all around them. They trooped up a flight of stairs. They where on the floor Weyland corp had specified as data storage and quickly got to work securing a large room full of servers. A veteran was pulled into a vent before Sam's eyes, his screams where horrible. They heard the crump of a grenade going off a few moments later through and where happy for their brother in arms, he had died well. They quickly tagged each of the servers and data storage dumps with mobile hardrives, then began the download. "Ten minutes" the trooper in charge of the tech informed Sam. "Set up defensive positions!, don't let them through." the men formed up around the hardrives and the techie. The xenos came in droves. A man was pulled away here, Sam avenged him, another and another died. The men where almost standing on the hardrives when the techie unhooked them and put them in his backpack. "Let's go people, move your lazy arses!" The men cleared a path to the corridor with bullets and grenades. They ran down the corridors, protecting the techie. When they reached the lobby they just kept going. "Chinook, little bird this is Hawk, get your arse down here now!" The chinook swooped in and extended it's ropes, the mercs climbed quickly. They where gone from the scene in moments, five men short, at least six injured but their objective safe.

(my brain hurt's)

Consume

Destroy

Infest

Infect

Harvest

Convert



Alpha Rose from his form and roared, his Xenomorph guards did so as well. He roared again, this time his psychic lash back effected every Xenomorph within a 40 mile radius. His mighty psychic presence dominating the other Xenomorph hive minds, he would soon be able to further his control abilities to the entire area of England then the entire UK. The armies of Xenomorphs in London already dominating the army and security forces, and harvesting the Civilians.

Consume

Infect

This will be our

Capital

We spread

Like a black tide

Infect and harvest

I really do need to do a post for Steve and Miranda, they're gonna be pissed...

Kanak watched the armed humans leave the building as the group of civilians gathered around him. A thought suddenly occurred to him, could these be the human cultists the xenos had spoken about? As he looked around more at each of them, he came to realize that they were. Again he spoke his language into his mask which translated his words gutturally

"Much hardship for humans is on the horizon...the xenos grow in number...if you wish to survive you must prepare yourselves..." He said to the humans around him as he stood proudly. He turned to the leader human who seemed to wait for his words, they all hung of of each thing he said as if it were the messages of a god.

"Send your warriors home...you must come with me to my dwelling...there I will tell you what must be done..."

The human leader didn't hesitate, he ordered the cultists to return to their home or the sanctum and await further orders. The cultists did so and soon Kanak and the human leader were alone. Kanak sighed and then spoke.

"The xenos will spread and destroy this world if they are not controlled...come with me and I will show you what must be done..." Kanak said and then exited the building with the human leader, authorities were beginning to surround the building but the two were able to escape unseen into a nearby alley.

"I will meet you in the warehouse district...bring your wound...and make sure no humans follow you..." Kanak said before reactivating his cloaking and leaping onto the nearest building, disappearing out of sight as he returned to his dwelling to prepare.

Omega wathced the two, he snarled but stopped his Runners from following. He snarled at them and they quickly moved away while he watched the two dissiper, he followed the runners:

Kill

Them

Threat

Great threat

Eliminate

Cultists

Kill them, they are not hosts

Karnak, Hunter threat

Capture, we need Hunter

But humans, kill

"Holy- Take cover!" Cortez yelled as helicopters passed above.
"Looks like the cavalry's arrived." Felix said, and turned to face the police. The Xenomorphs were being slaughtered, a relentless cannonade blasted the organisms in to oblivion. Missiles burst against the side of the building sending tongues of flames in to the street below. Within seconds there was nothing left of the Xenos wave; but somehow Felix knew there would be more to come soon. This wasn't over- it had barely begun.
"Police! Your work is done here. Mourn for the dead and be grateful to be alive. You must leave now." Felix could give great speeches when he wanted. "More of these things will come. If you stay, you will die. That is a certainty. Gather your families and get out of the city. Goodbye." As the police began to talk, no doubt asking what these things were and who he was, they left. Garza would be waiting at the hotel with Orwell; they could learn a great deal from that man. The three men climbed in to a car and hurried off.

Garza was waiting at the safehouse with Orwell as they thought. After a quick meal they gathered around the sofa and talked idly, waiting for a news report to come in. It appeared the Police had ordered a media blackout until what had happened could be explained.
"I regreted leaving you there. I was sure you would die." Garza spoke for the first time since they arrived. It was a disgrace that he had left them behind to die and he knew it. "I wanted to return, but the police were everywhere. I had no choice. I.. I'm sorry." It wasn't like Garza to be sorry. He was brutal and selfish, he would do anything to survive.
The boy who would be Baudelio Garza was discovered in the charred ruins of a favela house 21 years ago. His parents were never discovered and presumed dead. To stay alive, he found a job as a pickpocket working for the drug gangs in the area. After 15 years it became apparent he was a natural fighter and he became a wrestler, fighting at the many underground venues the drug gangs hosted. He made plenty of money (by favela standards) and, at the age of 18, started work as a full-time footsoldier of the drug gangs. Later he found he could make better money elsewhere and began travelling the world as a mercenary for hire, or so he claimed.
"So how did you come to be here?" asked Pettry. He was new and knew very little of the group. Garza recounted the events of his life, starting with his discovery as a baby; when he got to where he left the drug gangs, Pettry stopped him.
"I've seen the file on these people. They would never let you leave them alive." Garza gulped and shrugged.
"He's hiding something." said Felix, looking deep in to his eyes. "Why did you really leave?" Garza was shaking as he spoke.
"I... I suppose there's no harm in telling you." He stopped, looking around nervously.
"I did, eventually, find out what my parents did for a living." He sighed. "My mother worked as a prostitute and my father was a drunk. There."
"Go on..."
"That's why I never told you. I'm the son of a whore and a failure." His faced displayed deep shame. "I was 18 when I found out... and in the same sentence I learnt how they died. My father owed the gangs a great deal of money and couldn't pay up. He was knee-deep in debt, my mother was heavily pregnant and the gangs were angry. Then one day, when he was especially drunk and in one of his rages, someone turned up and asked for the money." Garza inhaled deeply. "He killed him. Throttled him where he stood. This didn't make the gangs happy. The next day, I was born. The day after, they came. The place was firebombed and burnt to the ground, taking my parents and siblings with it. I only survived by a miracle, and. I decided to join the gangs, to be selfish and live for myself. I was 18 when I learnt what I just told you." Garza looked away, a far-off look on his face. "I didn't like what I heard. In my anger, I whent on a rampage. Killed 9 people, 5 of them affiliated with the gang. After realising what I had done, I ran away, trying to stay as far as possible from the vengeful gang. I became a mercenary and... here I am." He looked at the others as if he expected to be beaten in to the ground.
"That's nothing. My father was an accountant." Cortez joked, causing the others to laugh heartily even though it wasn't funny. After breaking the sombre mood they returned to Orwell.
"Tell us everything. Everything. We want to know what those things were doing on the loose, how we can fight them and why they're attacking us. Go." Cortez interrupted him.
"Guys... look at this." His tone caught them all and they averted their gazes to the television screen where BBC news was playing, images of injured people and gunfire passing across the screen.
"...started with a large gun battle earlier this morning, where police and civilians fought off a large group of the creatures. Most Police left after they were reinforced by Weyland Corp-employed forces. Shortly afterwards that attacks began again, this time targetting the entire city. Thousands are believed to be dead and officials are urging civilians to evacuate the city as quickly as possibe. Military action has not yet been sanction. I'm Rebecca Girdlan for BBC news, London."
Minutes of silence passed.
"I think we should leave." Everyone agreed with Felix's words. Everything had just hit the fan.

The Xenomorphs marched through the tunnels, hundreds of the feral dogs and cats of England had begun to dissiper after the first Xenomorph quelling, but they had made perfect hosts. An array of foul serpent creatures begun arising, bursting from pipes and rivers the Xenomorphs defended in waves apon the huamans. Helicopters where little mâch for flying swarms of Bat Xenomorphs who climbed over their rotors bursting into acidic bombs that dissiolved the flying vehicles, Ravagers spawned many Facehuggers and provided great become of power to the other Xenomorphs. Alpha conducted this, he watched through the minds of his minions and knew that the humans would fight to the last man, woman and child.

Humanity

I am Alpha

Such a term may apply currently but I may change it later, oh how things change.

You see, you are foolish.

You cannot kill us all, our numbers grow stronger. I have greater commands over my warriors.

Who are fearless

Strong

And almost limitless

But do not fear humanity

I offer the strong

The smart

The brave a place at my side

Come, come to me

Or face death or worse.....

Mark drove into the building, to turned onto a flock of flamingos and flew off, the boy ran towards the mess and grabbed all the trashcans.
"Mine!" he shouted at any who came near, he had soon gathered ll the trashcans in london,
---------many years later------

Mark watched his toiling slaves labor away at the menial tasks. Wit his army of super-robot-monky-trashcans he had conquered eh world, even the aliens were all destroyed!

He ruled supreme!

ineptus astartes wrote:Mark drove into the building, to turned onto a flock of flamingos and flew off, the boy ran towards the mess and grabbed all the trashcans.
"Mine!" he shouted at any who came near, he had soon gathered ll the trashcans in london,
---------many years later------

Mark watched his toiling slaves labor away at the menial tasks. Wit his army of super-robot-monky-trashcans he had conquered eh world, even the aliens were all destroyed!

He ruled supreme!

Really? Because I don't see what I'm doing wrong.

Err, Ineptus...
Ah, never mind.

Is there anything wrong with my post? I am being serious, because if there is what is it?

blood reaper wrote:Is there anything wrong with my post? I am being serious, because if there is what is it?

No. Did I say there was?

Have neither of you heard of a 'halo post'? no?

read any RP that halonachos involved himself in, I write them when I am blank for anything.

they are techancly non-canon.

Sorry Trollpie, I was directing this at ineptus who gave no reason and has decided to make this non-serious.

OOC: It was a joke...calm down guys...you either laugh at it, look at if funny, or both, and carry on...

albeit a rather bad one...

ineptus astartes wrote:Have neither of you heard of a 'halo post'? no?

read any RP that halonachos involved himself in, I write them when I am blank for anything.

they are techancly non-canon.

No, but they seem to be stupid and spammy. Posting random gak because you don't know what to write is stupid, and against the Dakka rules.

no. it is not spam. it is a way of saying 'hold on while I write'

Jeesus. are you always this grumpy? not everything has to be formal you know.

I'm not, I'd just like a heads up before you post nonsense. Its pointless and does not contribute to the thread, at all. If you must post it please just say this is a non serious post or something, its still pointless and stupid.

I thought it was funny.

Nice posts guys, and I would just like to sau, although I didn't find it very funny, don't go on at ineptus for doing a joke post...

... theres no point really...

Shadow looked over the city it was alight nothing was ok.
"Theres one!" a voice came from behind, shadow turned he couldnt believe it....it was his youngest brother john.

Hello.......brother. shadow's voice echoed.

"What are you?!" Said John

Your...brother Replied Shadow

"Oh god...no it cannot be...Sam?" Said John with a tear to his eye, Shadow let out a chilling laugh.

Join me, join Alpha, JOIN THE HIVE!!!! Shadow said but john shoke his head lifted his rifle. Shadow hissed, charged and tackled his brother to th ground. Shadow lifted him in mid-air, extended his second mouth and plunged it into his brothers head the let out a mighty hiss.

Ludias Tucks his stump of a hand into his jacket, wrapped in a bloody handkerchief but no longer bleeding, his shotgun over his shoulder and his eyes burning with passion he follows the Deity of his personal religion.

Finally I can post, sorry for being so damn late, I was busy trying to survive school.

Bakuur stood on the edge of the forest, his arms outstreched and his eyes shut. A cool morning breeze blew past him, making his cape blow elegantly behind him. The fresh air felt wonderful on his skin. The air here is nothing like the harsh desert winds of his homeworld, it felt good to finally be on a foregin planet, on the hunt for a truely worthy foe. Worthy perhaps, but in no way honorable. A trickster, a backstapper, a betrayer, a fiend. This traitor does not even deserve the title hunter, he is simply bad blood, villainous scum, evil. No, this no hunt, this is. . . justice. Bakuur's eyes snapped open. He gazed at the city before him, it was in utter chaos, the best kind of chaos, the kind that made for a good learning experiance. He clucthed his spear tightly, this was not his oldest spear, nor his best, but it served him well. Plus, unlike most of his others, he had taken the time to put kill counters on this one to help refresh his memory. There were quite a few, he could see why he stopped doing it, there was no more space on the spear to fit any. He judged the number to be a little over a hundred, not bad, for a decent spear, but certainly no record. Looking back at the city, he could see that his aerial drone was returning. It gradually decelerated untill it come to a stop, hovering above his shoulder. It floated down and impeded itself in its shoulder pad, then began downloading its aquired data. Bakuur already knew what was causing all that chaos, he could smell them on the wind, xenomorphs, thousands of them, but his drone would give him a lay out of the situation, then he could plan, as he always does. The infornation uploaded to his masks built in hud and he scanned through it quickly and thoroughly, ever little bit was important. The xenomorphs had spread quickly, and the variety of their mutations was impressive. But it was their organization, their intelligence that intrigued Bakuur. This was certainly not the largest, or the most powerful xenomorph infestation he had seen, but it had a great mind to lead it, finally, another truely great creature for him to hunt. He mapped out the city and began marking various locations that would be of importance later, areas that needed to be suppressed to keep the xenomorphs from multipying, places that would make good training grounds for his nnblooded trainees, and locations that would need to be dealt with. . . carefully. The traitor could be anywhere on this planet, but Bakuur knew he would be here, how could Kanak resist the need to hunt? If left unchecked, this infestation would spreed to the rest of the planet, Kanak would most likely die in it, so Bakuur couldn't let that happen, he had to be the one to kill Kanak, no one else could be allowed to. Bakuur thought he would be doing this on his own, but it seems he would need more hunters to contain and eradicate this plauge. Bakuur tapped a few keys on his wrist pad, it briefly flashed green and let out a short whine, his message was sent, more Yaut'ja would soon be on the way. They would help him contain this, by any means necessary. However a full out assaultt would not be allowed as long as Kanak lived, this was of the upmost importance, he had to kill Kanak. In the meantime, he could set about the training of his unblooded apprentices, it would be at least three days before the arrival of the hunters, plenty of time for his trainees to learn a few things. Each has there own strengthes and weaknesses, which they will learn to put to their advantage, as will their prey. He turned to face the three of them, they stood motionless, their eagerness to hunt was hidden by the emotionless masks they bore on their faces. Bakuur had said nothing to them since they had landed on this planet, and he still said nothing, he simply nooded to them slowly, they would know what to do. They activated their cloaking fields, and each made their way towards the city at their own pace. Hijuk bounded across the open field before them, making no attempt to hide his eagerness to optain his first kill. Ch'hktar strood forward confidently, sure that his skills would prove his worth. His cockyness made Bakuur cringe, he was indeed skilled, but his over-confidence would most surely be his downfall. Lastly was Kv'vat, he was silent and efficent in his approach, constantly stoping to scan his enviroment for intruders. Watching Kv'vat's catious advance made Bakuur proud, he may have been the youngest, but he certainly had the most potential. Bakuur had one more thing to do before he followed after his unbloods, he tapped his wrist pad a few times to relay all the info he had gathered to them, as well as an outline of his plans for what they would do upon reaching the city. He would watch over them as they hunted, analyse their progress, and if things do not go well for them, then he will come to their aid so that they might live to learn from their mistakes. Now their hunt has begun, and so has Bakuur's quest for justice.

Arrrrgh! Lyzin! Paragraphs!

Other than that, nice intro... but it's really daunting to see a wall of text like that with no paragraphs.

Edit: Double post.

Lyzin Locrian wrote:Finally I can post, sorry for being so damn late, I was busy trying to survive school.

Bakuur stood on the edge of the forest, his arms outstreched and his eyes shut. A cool morning breeze blew past him, making his cape blow elegantly behind him. The fresh air felt wonderful on his skin. The air here is nothing like the harsh desert winds of his homeworld, it felt good to finally be on a foregin planet, on the hunt for a truely worthy foe. Worthy perhaps, but in no way honorable. A trickster, a backstapper, a betrayer, a fiend. This traitor does not even deserve the title hunter, he is simply bad blood, villainous scum, evil. No, this no hunt, this is. . . justice. Bakuur's eyes snapped open. He gazed at the city before him, it was in utter chaos, the best kind of chaos, the kind that made for a good learning experiance. He clucthed his spear tightly, this was not his oldest spear, nor his best, but it served him well. Plus, unlike most of his others, he had taken the time to put kill counters on this one to help refresh his memory. There were quite a few, he could see why he stopped doing it, there was no more space on the spear to fit any. He judged the number to be a little over a hundred, not bad, for a decent spear, but certainly no record. Looking back at the city, he could see that his aerial drone was returning. It gradually decelerated untill it come to a stop, hovering above his shoulder. It floated down and impeded itself in its shoulder pad, then began downloading its aquired data. Bakuur already knew what was causing all that chaos, he could smell them on the wind, xenomorphs, thousands of them, but his drone would give him a lay out of the situation, then he could plan, as he always does. The infornation uploaded to his masks built in hud and he scanned through it quickly and thoroughly, ever little bit was important. The xenomorphs had spread quickly, and the variety of their mutations was impressive. But it was their organization, their intelligence that intrigued Bakuur. This was certainly not the largest, or the most powerful xenomorph infestation he had seen, but it had a great mind to lead it, finally, another truely great creature for him to hunt. He mapped out the city and began marking various locations that would be of importance later, areas that needed to be suppressed to keep the xenomorphs from multipying, places that would make good training grounds for his nnblooded trainees, and locations that would need to be dealt with. . . carefully. The traitor could be anywhere on this planet, but Bakuur knew he would be here, how could Kanak resist the need to hunt? If left unchecked, this infestation would spreed to the rest of the planet, Kanak would most likely die in it, so Bakuur couldn't let that happen, he had to be the one to kill Kanak, no one else could be allowed to. Bakuur thought he would be doing this on his own, but it seems he would need more hunters to contain and eradicate this plauge. Bakuur tapped a few keys on his wrist pad, it briefly flashed green and let out a short whine, his message was sent, more Yaut'ja would soon be on the way. They would help him contain this, by any means necessary. However a full out assaultt would not be allowed as long as Kanak lived, this was of the upmost importance, he had to kill Kanak. In the meantime, he could set about the training of his unblooded apprentices, it would be at least three days before the arrival of the hunters, plenty of time for his trainees to learn a few things. Each has there own strengthes and weaknesses, which they will learn to put to their advantage, as will their prey. He turned to face the three of them, they stood motionless, their eagerness to hunt was hidden by the emotionless masks they bore on their faces. Bakuur had said nothing to them since they had landed on this planet, and he still said nothing, he simply nooded to them slowly, they would know what to do. They activated their cloaking fields, and each made their way towards the city at their own pace. Hijuk bounded across the open field before them, making no attempt to hide his eagerness to optain his first kill. Ch'hktar strood forward confidently, sure that his skills would prove his worth. His cockyness made Bakuur cringe, he was indeed skilled, but his over-confidence would most surely be his downfall. Lastly was Kv'vat, he was silent and efficent in his approach, constantly stoping to scan his enviroment for intruders. Watching Kv'vat's catious advance made Bakuur proud, he may have been the youngest, but he certainly had the most potential. Bakuur had one more thing to do before he followed after his unbloods, he tapped his wrist pad a few times to relay all the info he had gathered to them, as well as an outline of his plans for what they would do upon reaching the city. He would watch over them as they hunted, analyse their progress, and if things do not go well for them, then he will come to their aid so that they might live to learn from their mistakes. Now their hunt has begun, and so has Bakuur's quest for justice.

Ooooo a challenge.

Take tower, tall structures, public buildings, nest, infect any one and every thing I am watching you all at this moment. Move on military forces and eradicate, remove threats and ambush now. I command it, you will obey.

The Xenomorphs move towards London bridge where the armed forces are setting detenation charges as well as destroying other bridges and means of getting to the palace and other 'more important' civil areas. As the Xenomorph hordes move along the bridge the millitery activates the bombs killing hundreds of the beasts while wounding others horribly as the bridge collapses and twists as its remains crash into the water. Any remaining Xenomorphs prepare for a second assault but Alpha quickly stops this move;

No we have, what we need, panic ad chaos will feed the hive. Watch them as they cower and fear, infect and consume before attack. Morality is a human weakness, and one to be exploited. Shadow move and infiltrate the other side.

Ludias follows the predator with a grace that ignores the use of only two limbs. He has a scary amount of balance for someone in such pain. His right gloved hand holds his shotgun with ease and the muscles bunching on his forearm and upper arm show the repeated times he has held the weapon one handed. Even its 15 KG weight and 85 pound kick of recoil is however insignificant to the weight of a mans body as Ludias once felt it. Throttling the fool with one hand even as his coin immobilised him with hypnotic paralysis.

The journey is a long one, and while the pair travel Ludias gives himself the luxury of letting his mind wander. Strange, he is allowing himself this pleasure more and more often... and at the strangest times. Perhaps that should change... but soon. not right now. Ludias was reliving the one moment in his life that could be considered... less than sinister. He had a sister. Had in the past tense. She had been a gorgeous woman who he had had a real relationship with, she was the only person who ever cared for him, ever held him in her arms and washed the emotional pain away. She had been only a year his senior, but her age had not mattered when a stranger had tried to force her. It was then that Ludias first felt the pleasure of a man dying by his hand. He had heard the screams and gone to the source. And now to this very day the sound of the mans gurgling...

That pleasure had grown stale over the years his sister had died. From a common cold. At least that was what his father had told him when he was released from the ward. The ward... that place held more memories of him than any other building on the planet. The manacles on the walls had to be refitted just to have fit his scrawny wrists. Back then Ludias was not the powerful distinguished man he was now. He was a teenager. Not fully hit by testosterone and filled out into the wiry frame that he had now. Indeed his body had seen so much torture in that place. Electricity treatments, full immersion in boiling water, and then freezing directly afterwards. It seemed to him that that place had prepared him for this night. The pain of losing his hand. It was nothing. Nothing compared to having the largest organ on your body boiled and then frozen cracking the skin to the point where when he had been released, supposedly "cured" his body was nothing like its former self. It had taken fifteen years of careful application of ointments and lotions for his skin to regain its former suppleness. However the pale almost translucent quality had remained. His viens and arteries, sometimes even the strands of muscle, were visible through his thin pale skin. It was not a sight one often wanted to look upon. With his dyed black hair to conceal the premature grey streaks and the intense blue of his eyes he was quite sinister. And the suits he wore along with his calm demeanour and single white glove often scared people into submission before he even had to raise his voice. Or his coin. His coin. How was he ever going to use it again? Only his left hand had been able to keep the rhthym required to achieve that hypnotic state that made powerfully minded men putty to his thoughts. He would have to become a more conventional murderer. Not that that worried him.

His right hand was not suited to flipping the coin for one main reason. The skin on it was hard an leathery and rather smooth. The coin always seemed to slide off of it no matter how many times he tried. You see his right hand had never turly healed and its angry red color was a direct result of the treatments he had been subjected to as a teenager. Nothing seemed to work on the hand. So he simply covered it. It was no hindrance to the way he wielded his knife. Or his guns. Simply it was a reminder of his time in that place. A reminder of why he was, what he was. Who he was. Why he did what he did.

His mind snapped back to the present as he descended from the piping, following lithely in the wake of his deity.

Bit of character development, unsure what else to post without warork's input.