Armed mercenary. Chopper pilot.
#PostApocRP | #MVRP | #OCRP
An original character written by SUNDER.
Spent casings littered the lot. A motorcycle with a blown tire leaned against the mangled corpse of a man with a forgettable face. Jaw broken. Knee bent the wrong way.
Spent casings littered the lot. A motorcycle with a blown tire leaned against the mangled corpse of a man with a forgettable face. Jaw broken. Knee bent the wrong way.
“Da, is fun.”
"Are you often throwing balls at people?"
"Are you often throwing balls at people?"
“I get it, it’s not exactly sunshine and rainbows up in here.”
Pointing at her head.
"Are you often throwing balls at people?"
She rolls her eyes.
“Pac-Man.”
But what did one do with freedom?
He got onto his motorcycle, then shot off into the streets, a full tank of gas and wanderlust screaming in his heart.
But what did one do with freedom?
He got onto his motorcycle, then shot off into the streets, a full tank of gas and wanderlust screaming in his heart.
[The hellhound was cute, initially, but then it just reminded him of Avice and his expression slowly shifted.]
Cute dog. I'm gonna go get lost in a few beers, so, catch you later?
Can't believe I'm saying this, but that's a cute outfit for it.
[The hellhound was cute, initially, but then it just reminded him of Avice and his expression slowly shifted.]
Cute dog. I'm gonna go get lost in a few beers, so, catch you later?