Lord Dakol
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2009
- Location
- California
Nick "Shaman"
In order to live, Nick was forced to become a bounty hunter. It didn't matter who or what, as long as he brought something with a pulse to his employers. He was wearing a sterile white cloak with a large hood that covered his eyes. His appearance was reminiscent of an assassin from long ago. That was not why he did, however. With slow, waiting sigh, Nick waited on the top of a destroyed building. He had been given intel on two to three survivors across town. Nick had learned not to trust the intel all the time though.
"Let's go." he muttered, smirking calmly at his own predictions. Standing up, he began to skillfully jump across the buildings, careful not to make them crumble under his weight. He seemed to be a ghost in the bright sunlight, shadows guarding his face in order to keep his identity hidden.
Shortly after, he stopped on the edge of a building, seeing the survivors. With a now emotionless, stony face, he waited for the moment to capture them.
As he waited, he began remembering what his own life before the apocalypse. Nick had a family of his own, two daughters and his beautiful wife. But they died on the first day of it all. Nothing else of great importance came to mind though, and he locked away his painful memories of his family.
In order to live, Nick was forced to become a bounty hunter. It didn't matter who or what, as long as he brought something with a pulse to his employers. He was wearing a sterile white cloak with a large hood that covered his eyes. His appearance was reminiscent of an assassin from long ago. That was not why he did, however. With slow, waiting sigh, Nick waited on the top of a destroyed building. He had been given intel on two to three survivors across town. Nick had learned not to trust the intel all the time though.
"Let's go." he muttered, smirking calmly at his own predictions. Standing up, he began to skillfully jump across the buildings, careful not to make them crumble under his weight. He seemed to be a ghost in the bright sunlight, shadows guarding his face in order to keep his identity hidden.
Shortly after, he stopped on the edge of a building, seeing the survivors. With a now emotionless, stony face, he waited for the moment to capture them.
As he waited, he began remembering what his own life before the apocalypse. Nick had a family of his own, two daughters and his beautiful wife. But they died on the first day of it all. Nothing else of great importance came to mind though, and he locked away his painful memories of his family.