Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Name: Jameson Castor
Age: 90 years (human)
Race: Demon with Cyborg enhancements
Height: 5'6
Weight: 120lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Sky Blue
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They were out again, the group known as Quarantine, and as usual they were hunting. Quarantine was made up of several different social statures that came together for one cause, wiping out demons and anything deemed unnatural. Unnatural included cyborgs, stray A.I. bots and even just rare mutations of human genes such as legs being fused together, two heads or some freak looking creature that wasn’t what the ideal human should look like. Members for this particular group came from all walks of life such as the poor who lived beneath the old crumbling bridges of vintage cars that used wheels and gasoline as means to accelerate. Then there were the working class that were barely scraping by and just one bad week of poor budgeting or crisis could break the bank and find themselves joining the poor beneath the bridges or in old run down human apartments. However the ones that ran the group and made all the calls were the ones that were much better off than the rest, the ones with all the wealth and easy desk jobs. All of them however came together for the just cause of ridding the world of the monsters that went bump in the night and caused unneeded chaos in day to day life or that just smudged it with their ugly appearance. So they hunted that in which didn’t belong in their world.
It wasn’t all the time they could hunt though, for once the government stepped in and loaned a helping hand to the ones that were now a rapidly growing minority. Only on the first Wednesday of every month were they allowed to go out and kill off any night creature that was found to be a nuisance, though one thing was still wrong with this law, there was no documentation or proof needed that the creature was disruptive. Granted this seemed like a pretty shitty law but at least it meant Jameson only had to run one day out of the month and not every single moment like it had been a few years ago. Peeking out of the dumpster his sky blue eyes moved from left to right and up and down making sure that the area was clear before he crawled out and brushed himself off. Now he stunk as well as was dirty but at least he was alive for the moment, moving to the opening in the alleyway he peeked around the corner and once again looked in all direction. It was almost time for the sun to be up and that would mark the end of the day for hunting though he knew better, a few still hunted for an hour or so after the sun came up. Though it was against the law those that broke it rarely got punished because they were seen to be doing a civil service in ridding the world of a havoc causing nuisance.
A shot rang out echoing down the alley and the sound of breaking metal followed in its wake, Jameson was momentarily taken off guard and grabbed his upper arm in pain before he bolted. Holding his arm and running as fast as he could Jameson fled to the street and headed toward the inner city where he knew all bets were off of survival but unfortunately those were better odds than what were stacked against him now. The outer city though peaceful was where the Quarantine hunted the most as they knew those that were peaceful creatures would hide out to seek sanctuary from the day to day life of running in the inner city where most laws didn’t apply. The inner city was weird in this world, it wasn’t like old books showed or stories he had heard told from the older generation. Inner city used to be filled with ghettos, crime rings and just all around no one wanted to be there however these inner cities were different but yet they still held some of the same values. Here the buildings were not as run down, they were upscale and rich often visited them, with their pets and guards. Drugs were still passed around freely as if it was a desert tray, sex and prostitution were like fashion runways but everything was glamorous. Everything shone with bright lights, glitter, and gold and silver as if it were derived straight from the story of gods in an ancient time, everything was beautiful but deadly. Pulling out a gun and killing someone was normal, so normal that the police didn’t respond unless it was on the verge of a massacre.
Panting hard as he came to a stop just inside of a small shop two steps over the city limits Jameson slumped in the corner of the store still holding his arm. It was clean and bright within the cool air, there were very few people but heard them in the other isles, one seemed to be just on the other side of the display for sex slaves. Flinching and closing his eyes tightly he heard the heavy footsteps come to a running stop in front of the store and he prayed they would start again and keep running down the street, but they didn’t. The sound of the chime on the door set Jameson in a panicked motion again as he darted down the aisle, the sound of the shots rang out again and he moved faster, he was running for his life. When he finally reached the back door he launched out into the back alley which was paved nicely and well lit. Stumbling and rolling into a trash can he pushed himself up with his good arm and took off again, several more shots were heard but they were distantly behind him. It wasn’t clear what had transpired behind him in the store but more than likely there had been returned fire on the man as most of the shop owners didn’t take kindly to open fire in their stores without permission, one reason he had ducked into that particular store. There were signs that lit up on tops of the stores that didn’t want gun fire inside, it would be a gun with a red X over it, pretty clear even if someone wasn’t A.I. smart. Once more he slowed down and ducked into an alley to sit down against the wall, the pain in his arm getting worse.
Looking down at his left arm Jameson frowned, the wires and several sheets of metal protruded out from the bleeding skin beneath the now frayed material of his jacket. Jameson was exactly the type of creature the Quarantine wanted gone, he was a cross between a demon and a cyborg, an experiment by humans, a man made atrocity. If it hadn’t been bad enough that Jameson had been born a demon, killing his own mother unintentionally during birth, then the scientist raised him and experimented with his demonic fluids and appendages. Hell would have been a much more pleasant environment to grow up in rather than where he did, always being poked by needles, cut by scalpels and so many different types of radiation and environment changes. All of it was for science they said but luckily there were still humans that viewed even demons as living breathing things that deserved a chance at life. Like in some cliché book about a crazy animal activist a group broke into the facility that he had been kept in and released them all. Though it was a very heartwarming thing it was also a very sad and horrific thing as some of the demons hadn’t been as civilized and understanding as Jameson and the activist were only repaid with gruesome deaths.
Sitting on the cool ground and not moving Jameson rested until the sun had been up for more than three hours, startling a few times as people entered and exited the alley he was in, all giving him suspicious looks but moving on as if none of their business. When he finally decided to move he headed back toward the outer city, it was far too dangerous for his kind here and he knew that, he could technically still be hunted here since he wasn’t accompanied. The inner city crowd seemed to be accepting sometimes of creatures if they were befriended by an occupant of the inner city, but not always.
Age: 90 years (human)
Race: Demon with Cyborg enhancements
Height: 5'6
Weight: 120lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Sky Blue
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They were out again, the group known as Quarantine, and as usual they were hunting. Quarantine was made up of several different social statures that came together for one cause, wiping out demons and anything deemed unnatural. Unnatural included cyborgs, stray A.I. bots and even just rare mutations of human genes such as legs being fused together, two heads or some freak looking creature that wasn’t what the ideal human should look like. Members for this particular group came from all walks of life such as the poor who lived beneath the old crumbling bridges of vintage cars that used wheels and gasoline as means to accelerate. Then there were the working class that were barely scraping by and just one bad week of poor budgeting or crisis could break the bank and find themselves joining the poor beneath the bridges or in old run down human apartments. However the ones that ran the group and made all the calls were the ones that were much better off than the rest, the ones with all the wealth and easy desk jobs. All of them however came together for the just cause of ridding the world of the monsters that went bump in the night and caused unneeded chaos in day to day life or that just smudged it with their ugly appearance. So they hunted that in which didn’t belong in their world.
It wasn’t all the time they could hunt though, for once the government stepped in and loaned a helping hand to the ones that were now a rapidly growing minority. Only on the first Wednesday of every month were they allowed to go out and kill off any night creature that was found to be a nuisance, though one thing was still wrong with this law, there was no documentation or proof needed that the creature was disruptive. Granted this seemed like a pretty shitty law but at least it meant Jameson only had to run one day out of the month and not every single moment like it had been a few years ago. Peeking out of the dumpster his sky blue eyes moved from left to right and up and down making sure that the area was clear before he crawled out and brushed himself off. Now he stunk as well as was dirty but at least he was alive for the moment, moving to the opening in the alleyway he peeked around the corner and once again looked in all direction. It was almost time for the sun to be up and that would mark the end of the day for hunting though he knew better, a few still hunted for an hour or so after the sun came up. Though it was against the law those that broke it rarely got punished because they were seen to be doing a civil service in ridding the world of a havoc causing nuisance.
A shot rang out echoing down the alley and the sound of breaking metal followed in its wake, Jameson was momentarily taken off guard and grabbed his upper arm in pain before he bolted. Holding his arm and running as fast as he could Jameson fled to the street and headed toward the inner city where he knew all bets were off of survival but unfortunately those were better odds than what were stacked against him now. The outer city though peaceful was where the Quarantine hunted the most as they knew those that were peaceful creatures would hide out to seek sanctuary from the day to day life of running in the inner city where most laws didn’t apply. The inner city was weird in this world, it wasn’t like old books showed or stories he had heard told from the older generation. Inner city used to be filled with ghettos, crime rings and just all around no one wanted to be there however these inner cities were different but yet they still held some of the same values. Here the buildings were not as run down, they were upscale and rich often visited them, with their pets and guards. Drugs were still passed around freely as if it was a desert tray, sex and prostitution were like fashion runways but everything was glamorous. Everything shone with bright lights, glitter, and gold and silver as if it were derived straight from the story of gods in an ancient time, everything was beautiful but deadly. Pulling out a gun and killing someone was normal, so normal that the police didn’t respond unless it was on the verge of a massacre.
Panting hard as he came to a stop just inside of a small shop two steps over the city limits Jameson slumped in the corner of the store still holding his arm. It was clean and bright within the cool air, there were very few people but heard them in the other isles, one seemed to be just on the other side of the display for sex slaves. Flinching and closing his eyes tightly he heard the heavy footsteps come to a running stop in front of the store and he prayed they would start again and keep running down the street, but they didn’t. The sound of the chime on the door set Jameson in a panicked motion again as he darted down the aisle, the sound of the shots rang out again and he moved faster, he was running for his life. When he finally reached the back door he launched out into the back alley which was paved nicely and well lit. Stumbling and rolling into a trash can he pushed himself up with his good arm and took off again, several more shots were heard but they were distantly behind him. It wasn’t clear what had transpired behind him in the store but more than likely there had been returned fire on the man as most of the shop owners didn’t take kindly to open fire in their stores without permission, one reason he had ducked into that particular store. There were signs that lit up on tops of the stores that didn’t want gun fire inside, it would be a gun with a red X over it, pretty clear even if someone wasn’t A.I. smart. Once more he slowed down and ducked into an alley to sit down against the wall, the pain in his arm getting worse.
Looking down at his left arm Jameson frowned, the wires and several sheets of metal protruded out from the bleeding skin beneath the now frayed material of his jacket. Jameson was exactly the type of creature the Quarantine wanted gone, he was a cross between a demon and a cyborg, an experiment by humans, a man made atrocity. If it hadn’t been bad enough that Jameson had been born a demon, killing his own mother unintentionally during birth, then the scientist raised him and experimented with his demonic fluids and appendages. Hell would have been a much more pleasant environment to grow up in rather than where he did, always being poked by needles, cut by scalpels and so many different types of radiation and environment changes. All of it was for science they said but luckily there were still humans that viewed even demons as living breathing things that deserved a chance at life. Like in some cliché book about a crazy animal activist a group broke into the facility that he had been kept in and released them all. Though it was a very heartwarming thing it was also a very sad and horrific thing as some of the demons hadn’t been as civilized and understanding as Jameson and the activist were only repaid with gruesome deaths.
Sitting on the cool ground and not moving Jameson rested until the sun had been up for more than three hours, startling a few times as people entered and exited the alley he was in, all giving him suspicious looks but moving on as if none of their business. When he finally decided to move he headed back toward the outer city, it was far too dangerous for his kind here and he knew that, he could technically still be hunted here since he wasn’t accompanied. The inner city crowd seemed to be accepting sometimes of creatures if they were befriended by an occupant of the inner city, but not always.
