Neon Valkyrie
She Who Is Called I Am
Justice is never black and white. Jimmy knew this, even if he told others the opposite. It wasn't his job to tell them the truth, it was to inspire. So there he stood, over the body of his nemesis, people sorrounding and cheering for his death. Like he was a monster for wanting to live without fear, deep to his core it made him sick.
Jimmy didn't start this way as a hero, he was forced into this role. Of a killer with the moral high ground. It didn't start to recently, and there's no sign of it ending. Why couldn't it end though? He never killed now look at him, he has a higher criminal record then the man with a liquidated cerebral cortex. The police sirens filled the air, and they were getting closer. They would only sweep in once he did their dirty work, only because they were forced to.
With the numbness that comes with such heavy thought gone, Jimmy finially came to his senses and fled the scene. Dropping his 2 guns and letting them fall into the the pitch black store drain. He didn't sign up for this.
(This is a quick hypothetical. Hope it's good, far from my best if you need better.)
Oh shit, I'm so sorry, I'm updating another RP too, and confused the two threads, you don't need to make an application post, just make a character and welcome aboard! Links are at the bottom of the first post! Sorry again.