DinoDroid
Star
- Joined
- Sep 13, 2011
In the past it was the duty of men to act honorably, to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. Now in an era of enlightenment men are the ones that rape, murder, steal, and destroy. These were the thoughts of a lone figure, his past was the world's history. He was a tall man easily reaching 6'8", and despite a massive trench coat that hid his features once could discern that his face was chiseled and hard. This was a face that knew the world, that had faced hardships and had come out on top, his eyes from what could be seen were cold, calculating, and showed little warmth. These were the eyes of somone who had faced death, and crushed him underfoot, and were the eyes of somone filled with so much remorse from what they had seen in their time.
Traveling in the dark in the seedier parts of a city he viewed rotten to the core he traveled looking to bring some order to the chaos that it bred. In the distance two thugs were asaulting a lone figure, probably some fool who didn't know that night was the time where darkness spread itself, and pain relished. Suddenly he saw the glint of a switchblade, the weapon of cowards, and watch it plunge into the side of the strugling figure. It was time he interceded, and in a mere moment he grabed one assailent and threw him into an aposing wall like a rag doll. The second assailant obviously had no brains of which to speak of and attacked him, he too had a switch blade, and he just stood there waiting. At the last moment he moved to the side with a dancers elegance, grabed the arm with the blade, and turned it on his masters throat. Was the assailants were dealt with he peered down to look at the unfortunate fool and assess the damage.
Traveling in the dark in the seedier parts of a city he viewed rotten to the core he traveled looking to bring some order to the chaos that it bred. In the distance two thugs were asaulting a lone figure, probably some fool who didn't know that night was the time where darkness spread itself, and pain relished. Suddenly he saw the glint of a switchblade, the weapon of cowards, and watch it plunge into the side of the strugling figure. It was time he interceded, and in a mere moment he grabed one assailent and threw him into an aposing wall like a rag doll. The second assailant obviously had no brains of which to speak of and attacked him, he too had a switch blade, and he just stood there waiting. At the last moment he moved to the side with a dancers elegance, grabed the arm with the blade, and turned it on his masters throat. Was the assailants were dealt with he peered down to look at the unfortunate fool and assess the damage.