Vigilantes

[Effervescent]

Limit: One character per player.


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This roleplay takes place in modern times, but in a made-up city so as to preserve the fiction. All current events world wide are still applicable, and technology is just the same as ours. New Eden is located somewhere along the Southeastern coast of the United States.


Due to the nature of the roleplay, there are only 5 slots available. First come, first serve.

1. Kawashima Thunder
   
2. Tripodric
   
3. Linkman496
   
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[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Pseudonym:[/b]  (Vigilante/superhero name)

[b]Age:[/b]  (Between 17 and 45)

[b]Appearance:[/b]  (Please write out your character's appearance here)

[b]Vigilante Appearance:[/b]  (Please describe how your character will alter their appearance for the purpose of hiding their identity.  Please be realistic.)

[b]Personality:[/b]  (1+ paragraphs)

[b]Vigilante Skill:[/b]  (name one realistic skill that your character could use to fight crime.  Back it up with a description as to how and why they have the skill.  NO SUPERPOWERS.  Examples:  archery, jujutsu, military training, engineering degree, robot hobbyist, etc.)

[b]Strengths:[/b]  (list at least 3)

[b]Weaknesses:[/b]  (list at least 3)

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(Anything relevant about their history.  How they grew up, social status, why they would resort to vigilantism willingly.  Please state the event that changed their views on the ineffectiveness of the police or judicial system and why this is a factor in them wanting to change how things are done in the city. 3+ paragraphs.  Your character does not have to already be a vigilante, and is preferred that they are not just yet!)

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(Writing prompt:  Write out the event that changed the character’s views on the corrupt justice in New Eden.  Please be realistic.  3+ paragraphs)

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[Linkman496]

• Larry Thorne
• Background
• Other
• Writing Sample

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  Name: Larry Thorne
  
  
  Pseudonym: Carolus Rex
  
  
  Age: 23
  
  
  Appearance: Larry stands at about 5'8 with a slightly thinner than average build, his skin is noticeably pale and tends to be an indication as to how much time he spends indoors. His dark brown hair is messy and unkempt, though he seems to have made an effort to keep it at least relatively short as his bangs have yet to reach his eyebrows, and the back has yet to stand away from his head. Most of the time Larry has a few traces of facial hair beginning to sprout, an indication that he does shave regularly, but most of the time can't be bothered to do a perfect job. The man's light blue eyes usually hold a look of apathy inside them with a set of thick rings beginning to show under his eyes, a result of the sleepless nights he's been experiencing.
  
  
  In regards to clothes Larry's choice of attire tends to be focused solely around his job as a lackey at some big name organization, seeing as he rarely goes out anymore so he doesn't exactly need any other clothes. Usually his attire consists of some kind of button up shirt that's been tucked into his probably black slacks, a tie coordinated with his shirt color, and more likely than not a set of black leather shoes. He does own other clothes, however, and although he may not usually have a need to wear them if an occasion does arise then he does have something other to wear.
  
  
  Vigilante Appearance: Larry's attire in regards to his vigilante appearance will be solely combat-based, as it ought to be with a city full of thugs and a corrupt police force like the one running things around here. Choosing to wear a black hoodie he’s got the hood up with a black mesh mask over his face, although it was designed for protection when playing with airsoft guns it still serves its purpose to protect his identity and provide some degree of protection. Underneath the hood of his hoodie he also wears a black bobby hat in case his hood ends up falling back, his focus being to keep others from seeing the color of his hair. Over the top of the hoodie Larry wears tactical assault webbing that look like it had been picked up at some kind of military surplus store. Over his joints he wears elbow and knee pads and on his hands he’s wearing a set of RDT18 leather shooting gloves to keep his prints from showing up anywhere as well as to provide a sure grip on his weapon. For pants his choice is a pair of standard blue jeans since everyone’s got a pair, and finally a set of black Nike tennis shoes.
  
  
  Personality: Larry is a rather irritable individual, stressed with the ins and outs of daily life he’s turned to drinking on a regular basis which has a tendency of inhibiting his ability to reason when under the influence, which is almost any time he’s outside of work. A bit of a killjoy when it comes to things like having fun, even though he mostly ruins people’s good time by worrying over negative repercussions, which is unintentional but a seemingly natural occurrence. Has an excessive hatred for the police force, one that he tries his hardest to hide, even going so far as to asking others not to talk about the topic in front of him, he also seems to have an almost irresistible desire to injure a police officer. Though he tries to be a happy individual it’s impossible for Larry, he’s had everything he loved stripped away from him, so he’s little more than a depressed man who drowns himself in alcohol at this point. Deep within him the need to do something burns, however, and if he can be given the means to do so, then he will most definitely fix that which needs fixing.
  
  
  Vigilante Skill: Larry is a rather skilled shot, the reasons for this being quite simple. He was scared. Like anyone that lives in the city he knew full and well what could occur at any given moment, a crook sees a house he likes, scopes it out, and makes the hit. So, he started taking up shooting as a hobby in an attempt to find a means to defend himself, and his reasoning was his physique was too small to take up a martial art so this was the next best thing.
  
  
  Strengths: Larry is unnaturally good at adapting to new situations, the reasons for this are probably that his family immigrated to the city when he was still young, so the ability to change his situation ended up coming naturally to him.
  
  
  When it comes to running away, metaphorically or literally, Larry is unrivaled in this regard. Though it may be considered an unfavorable trait by many, being able to get away from a bad situation to rethink one’s options is a rather valuable strength.
  
  
  He’s a quick thinker, excuses having been perfect for training him in such. Nothing gets a person’s mind racing quite like their boss asking “Why do you smell like vodka?” at work.
  
  
  Weaknesses: Larry is a hopeless drunk, and will almost always be under the influence of alcohol when outside of his job environment, and even sometimes while on the job. This tends to be his coping mechanism, and though he’s built up quite a tolerance on occasion he still gets drunk at the worst possible time.
  
  
  He gets irritated far too easily, this tends to make human interaction a chore for Larry, things like cooperating with others is something he’s always had difficulty with and something he likely will continue to have difficulties with.
  
  
  Larry can’t take a hit to save his life, his build being smaller than average doesn’t help his cause any, adding a glass jaw into the equation only further indicates how useless he is when it comes to taking a hit.
  
  
  
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  Larry wasn’t born in or around New Eden, he’d actually been born in New York to a pair of parents who immigrated there from Sweden. The first couple years of his life he learned both Swedish as well as English as his parents wished him to, and although he was a quiet child he had a few friends in the same apartment building as him. While as a whole the Thorne family didn’t have much to its name, being of the poor economic class, but they still got on just fine, they always had food and on occasion could afford the rare luxury item. It may not have been a grandiose childhood, but it was certainly a happy one.
  
  
  At the age of seven the family moved to New Eden, they’d finally caught words of the city, it was said that there would be plenty of opportunity for good employment, this was a promising prospect. So they moved, considering they didn’t have much it was a rather simple move, pick up what little they had and head out. When they arrived there the family’s living condition improved slightly, the apartment they found themselves in being just a bit bigger than the one they’d owned before, and although Larry missed his friends his parents assured him that he would make new ones. Although the promise of employment had been spot on, the assurance that he would make friends was false. There were no children around Larry’s age in the apartment, and it was impossible for him to make friends in school because of his slight Swedish accent which was used to make fun of him, from that point on he didn’t have any friends while growing up.
  
  
  When he moved out from his parent’s home Larry headed to one of the bigger businesses that was in need of workers, some big brand pharmaceutical company that needed cubicle workers for whatever reason. It didn’t matter much to him, it was a job that he was getting paid to do, so he did it as expected. A tedious rhythm had been established in the young man’s life, wake up, go to work, eat, go home, watch tv, eat, and go to bed. So it went on for the next two years until his 20th birthday. Impressed that their son had managed to leave the home at the age of 18 and make it successfully in the world his parents had intended to take him out to eat, some big fancy restaurant that they normally would never have been able to afford.
  
  
  It was definitely a rare occasion, being taken out to eat to a sit down restaurant was almost guaranteed to be out of his parent’s budget, so Larry appreciated the gift. However, on the walk home a thug had come out of an alleyway with a single intention, rob them of their possessions. When told that they didn’t have more money than what little bit they handed over the man brandished a firearm and pointed out that they’d just gone to one of the more expensive places in town. A few moments later and Larry’s father was shot through the stomach, a second shot aimed at his mother took the woman through the heart, she died instantly. The man ran after that, the sounds of police sirens giving him a fright.
  
  
  A month later his father was discharged from the hospital, Larry having paid his bill off, but his mother had died that night, something that weighed heavily on the two’s mind. The case was never truly investigated, the lives of immigrants weren’t even worth worrying about, the only reason the police had arrived with the sound of gunfire was that the neighborhood was a wealthier one. Three months later Larry’s father committed suicide, unable to cope with the loss of his wife, and in turn his son had begun truly considering that option at this point as well. He’d sunken so deep into his well of depression that giving it up seemed so worth it.
  
  
  Until he vowed he would get revenge for this. He would avenge his parents by finding the thug that took his mother away and he would get revenge on the system that stole away his father’s will to live. The police may not have cared, but he did. It was at that point that something clicked in Larry, he would fix this system, somehow, someway, he would fix it.
  
  
  
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  Larry’s day job is being a cubicle worker at Winston Pharmaceuticals, what they need cubicle workers he could never really figure out but that’s what he does. On the weekends Larry tends to go to the gun range to practice with his Hi Point .45 ACP handgun and Stevens 320 Pump Action 12 Gauge shotgun.
  
  
  
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  There he stood, alone yet again, the weight of the world baring down on his shoulders intent on crushing him into the dirt upon which he stood, the patter of rain not even registering in his mind as he stared down at the pair of tombstones that sat before him. How had it all come to this? The family had been set, his parents had jobs, he had jobs, and yet, everything fell apart in the matter of months, their happiness torn away in a single instant. The world was a cruel place, or maybe it was just New Eden that was a cruel place? Either way, Larry couldn’t take it anymore, he’d been considering his options for a while now, but nothing new came to mind, he just felt that same damned despair he’d been dealing with since day one.
  
  
  Lifting the half empty bottle of Scotch to his lips the young man took three gulps before lowering it again, why did it have to be them? He’d at least feel some hope if the damned Police did their jobs, but it wasn’t the first time he’d heard that they weren’t, money was their focus after all, they wouldn’t get anything from finding his Mama’s killer. Bastards. That which stood between the chaos of unruliness and civility? Yeah fucking right. The cops didn’t do anything, he was done with this, he was sick of this damned system that was comfortable sitting back and watching the city fall to shit as long as they were lining their pockets with gold.
  
  
  Someday he’d change this city, at least that’s what Larry decided then and there, if he was given the choice to do so, then he damned well would. “I miss you guys,” he whispered to the wind, his eyes still trained on the tombstones, tears beginning to drip from his eyes, it wasn’t often that he cried when visiting his parents, but today the Scotch was taking its toll. Hiccupping the young man threw the bottle with all his might before wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands, he had to get home before the curfew he’d set up for himself was violated. With one last longing glance at his parents Larry turned and began stumbling down the streets.
  
  
  Yeah, someday he would change this city, this system… But for today, for today he would wait.
  
  
  

 

[BloodThunder27]

• Emma Miller
• Background
• Other
• Writing Sample

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  Name: Emma Crystal Miller
  
  
  Pseudonym: Dark Angel
  
  
  Age: 27
  
  
  Appearance: Emma stands five feet seven inches tall and has an Athletic Build and has average skin tone. She has long brown hair with dark blond highlights which she keeps untied and let rest on her shoulders. She has Brown Eyes and seems to have a habit of donning make-up, though without it her skin is average and it is apparent that she knows how to take care of herself, with little to acne scars or any of the sort. Not even signs of surgery.
  
  
  As to her appearance, she is usually seen wearing Blue Jeans, Jordans, a Hot Pink T-Shirt or a Sports Jersey and a Leather Jacket. Other times, she'd be wearing a Dress that goes down to her knees.
  
  
  Vigilante Appearance: Per her Vigilante outfit, it is based around Tactical Combat. She likes to wear a Battle-Dress Uniform, otherwise known as a BDU, which is popular within the Military and the Special Weapons And Tactics team on the Police Force. Her Battle-Dress Uniform is usually Black. In addition, she has a Tactical Bullet-Proof Vest that is ready for use. Other Tactical Combat Equipment would include Knee Pads, Elbow Pads and Shooting Gloves, all of which are Black. To keep her neck protected, she also wears a Neck Protector to keep her throat from being slashed or shot. In order to conceal her identity, she uses a Ball Cap, Sunglasses and a Shemagh. Lastly, for Footwear, she uses a pair of Combat Boots that is commonly seen in SWAT or the Military.
  
  
  Personality: Emma is a Battle-Hardened Combat Veteran who has seen a lot. As a result, she is a warrior at heart. She has a strict code of honor like most who are or were in the Service. Emma is in fact used to making split-second decisions because she has done so due to being on the Battlefield. In spite of this, she is able to negotiate effectively and is not very quick to resorting to the use of lethal force. For a Warrior, Emma is not without a soft side, but it is often overshadowed by the darkness in her heart. For her, it is never about vengeance, but punishment.
  
  
  Vigilante Skill: Former Special Forces Sniper: Prior to reintegrating into society, Emma enlisted into the United States Navy at the age of eighteen, immediately after graduating from High School. Like those who join the Service, Emma learned basic combat techniques (i.e Takedowns, Punches, Kicks, etc.). Afterwards, she immediately signed up to become a member of the Navy SEALs, where the training was very rigorous. After earning her Trident, Emma signed up for Sniper School, which she passed in flying colors.
  
  
  Strengths: As a Soldier, Emma is no stranger to Combat. Whether it is fighting in a Jungle, Forest, Desert or even a City, she is always prepared to take on the enemy no matter the terrain and is quick to adapt to terrain conditions. In any given Combat Scenario, Emma assesses and analyzes the Terrain, usually quick to know her advantages and disadvantages. Regardless of how well-prepared she is, Emma knows well that the element of surprise will always be her greatest enemy...or her best friend.
  
  
  When it comes to her problems, Emma doesn't run away. Instead, she faces it, takes responsibility and takes the necessary step to solve it. This usually results in her being very stubborn.
  
  
  Having been in the military for a decade, the key to getting through almost any given situation, is Teamwork. Emma always shows some form of Cooperation whenever the need arises, even if it is temporary.
  
  
  Weaknesses: Having been in the Military for a long time, Emma is not haunted by the lives she took, but by the ones that she couldn't save. Though she does not have any form of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, she often thinks about her past as a Navy SEAL, where she experienced the worst that life had to offer.
  
  
  If there are Children involved or getting hurt, Emma will begin to act irrationally and her thinking will often become impaired. Because of what she saw in Iraq and Afghanistan, if she sees any child getting hurt, attacked or anything, she will go out of her way to help. Or if pregnant women are involved, she will outright refuse to use Firearms, Explosives or anything that easily turn lethal, which will leave with limited options.
  
  
  Because she saw a lot death and bloodshed overseas during her six tours of combat, flashbacks are often triggered if someone dies or gets hurt in front of her. Being reminded of War is not really something she likes. Sometimes she will even overreact to fireworks and mistake them for gunshots and explosions.
  
  
  
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  Emma was born into a Military Family in the city of Anaheim, California. Her Father was in fact a member of the Elite Navy SEALs and her Mother was a Nurse within the same branch. Enlisting into the Military is something that runs in the Miller Family and the tradition traces back to her Great-Grandfather, who served in World War II and the Korean War. Emma is also the youngest of six, having three Older Brothers and two Older Sisters. Emma spent most of her youth living on a Naval Base, never staying in one place for more then a few years, moving every four to five years.
  
  
  After graduating from High School, Emma made the choice to follow in her parents' footsteps in joining the Navy. To Emma, Military Service was two things: A personal choice and not something that one should be pressured into. Knowing this, Emma enlisted into the Navy and was shipped out for Basic only three months after her Graduation. By this time, all Five of her Siblings were in the Military as well, with three of them being deployed overseas.
  
  
  Following Sniper School and her Training to become a SEAL, Emma became a part of SEAL Team Seven, the exact same team that her Father served with. Within eight years, she would serve in six tours of Combat and take part in Combat Operations in both Iraq and Afghanistan. Like the stories she heard as a child and teenager, War was not a pretty sight. Her experiences in Iraq were close to the heart, as a few bad calls would cost the lives of some close friends. Seeing what the Extremists did to their own people was what got her the most. Of course, Emma, like any other soldier, would take all the necessary measures to complete her mission.
  
  
  After eight long and hard years of fighting in the Middle East, Emma finally decided that it was time to go home. However, reintegrating into society and returning to Civilian life proved difficult and she had trouble fitting in. This would result in Emma moving from Anaheim to go live in New Eden alongside her longtime boyfriend, where she could get her mind away from War and not cause problems for her Family, in particular, her parents.
  
  
  While adjusting to life in New Eden, Emma was exposed to a lot of Police Brutality and Crime, a very horrible combo. Some incidents in fact reminded her of what she went through in Iraq. After already spending a year in New Eden, she would finally be able to think about marriage and begin to settle down, finally fitting into Civilian Life, but one day...One day everything changed.
  
  
  During one fateful day, in the blink of an eye, her happiness, which took her so long to build, was taken from her, ripped from her. Her Boyfriend would be killed in a Drive-By Shooting and she would never see one man in Jail. In fact, the Police closed the Investigation before it even had a chance to begin. The death of her lover would not only tear her apart, but open up a path that she had long hoped to avoid. However, it is not about Vengeance, but Justice.
  
  
  
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  After leaving the Military, Emma had trouble finding a way to make a Living. That was probably the biggest con in being a Veteran. Finally, she landed a Job as a Bartender. Because she enjoyed it, Emma went full-time. On the weekends, she spends time at the Shooting Range, practicing with different firearms every week, though she likes to practice with, in particular, an AR-15, AK-47, Remington 870, Mossberg 500, Remington 700, PSG1, MP5 and her Boyfriend's Beretta 92/FS. As a Sniper, she almost never misses her mark, unless the Wind suddenly changes direction, which is not often, or if she misses on purposes, which she prefers not to do.
  
  
  Known Relatives:
  
  
  -Kai Miller (Father, 65): Retired United States Navy SEAL
  
  
  -Kira Blackford (Mother, 61): Retired United States Navy Nurse
  
  
  -Christopher Miller (Eldest Brother, 33): United States Army Delta Force (Retired), SWAT Operator
  
  
  -Leon Miller (Middle Brother, 31): United States Marine Corps MARSOC (Retired), Police Officer
  
  
  -Pierce Miller (Youngest Brother, 30): United States Army Special Forces (Active)
  
  
  -Cheryl Miller (Eldest Sister, 29): United States Air Force, Search and Rescue (Active)
  
  
  -Nikki Miller (Older Sister, 28): United States Coast Guard Operations Specialist (Active)
  
  
  -Kaiden Richards (Boyfriend, Deceased, Aged 28)
  
  
  
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  One Shot, one kill. No Luck, all Skill. Those were the only words on her mind. Today, Emma was spending her time at a Shooting Range, wanting to clear and empty her mind. Its been six months since her beloved Kaiden was gunned down, killed in cold blood and she has yet to see one man in Jail. Why were the Police delaying on the Investigation? Or were they turning a blind eye? Because nothing was getting done. After going through five-hundred rounds, Emma packed up her guns and decided to head home. New Eden...No. The World was a cruel place. What was she thinking moving all the way out here? Away from her Family. Away from being safe. After what happened six months ago, all she needed was a spell to cast...To stand up against all the pain....and fear that will always last.
  
  
  On the way home, she couldn't take it anymore. Finally, she walked into the Police Station. Only an hour later, she walked out, devastated. As she approached her Car, a 2009 Honda Civic SI, she started crying, unable to start the car. She would spend ten minutes crying. The Investigation was closed? But there was no evidence found, no suspects arrested and, worst of all, nobody in jail. Too many Violent Criminals were running loose in this city. Was the city too broke to keep them in Jail? Or were the Prisons overcrowded? She wasn't a Cop...Or a Superhero. Just a washed up Veteran Sniper trying to make Ends Meet.
  
  
  Another stop was made. The Cemetery. Emma was now making a Stop to pay respects to Kaiden. Things would not change. Deep down in her heart, even if she found someone else, he had a special place in her heart. She started crying again when she put flowers into the vase. "I miss you so much, Kaiden. Every day, my heart hurts more and more. I just want you back...It hurts, it hurts so much." For a Navy SEAL, Emma sure knew how to show her emotions. She wasn't a Warrior anymore. She was a Crybaby! "Please, come back to me..." She wiped her eyes with her sleeve as the rain continued to beat down on her. Her hair was entirely wet. Her Leather Jacket too. Finally, she got back into her car, and started driving home, turning on the music. She was listening to
  
  
  
  
  . For the past two weeks, it has been her favorite song next to
  
  
  . While driving, she began suffering the flashback...The Day that Kaiden was taken from her. They were going out for a walk...That simple walk...And Kaiden would die...Shielding her from Gunfire. The attack was sudden, random. But Emma got a look at the gunmen, but the one she wanted was the one who made the kill shot. Afterwards, she continued to drive home.
  Upon arriving home, she put her guns away in the safe and locked it up and went to grab a bottle of wine and a dish of freshly grilled salmon. Even though its been six months, she was still not used to eating alone. If the Police won't do anything about her Boyfriend's murder...Then she will...She will. While sitting at the dinner table, she just enjoyed her meal as lightning lit the sky, while her iPod, plugged into speakers, began playing Gargoyles, Angels of Darkness by Rhapsody.
  
  
  

 

[2SEATER]

• Gordon White
• Background
• Other
• Writing Sample

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  Name: Gordon White
  
  
  Pseudonym: Inspector
  
  
  Age: 40
  
  
  Appearance: Tall with broad shoulders, Gordon is in average physical conditioning. He has a beard which he usually keeps tidy, but lately had been getting out of control. Gordon usually wears a regular shirt with a coat or jacket and black pants with leather shoes.
  
  
  Vigilante Appearance: Ski mask with sunglasses over the top to hide his face. Black long sleeved shirt and bullet proof vest under a jacket. Tough black pants with shin pads underneath. Lace up boots.
  
  
  Personality: Gordon has a strong sense of justice. Resilient and strong, he will do whatever it takes to bring justice to New Eden. However, Gordon can be secretive and suspicious of others. He is brutally honest and won't lie to anyone's face.
  
  
  Vigilante Skill: Police training and experience as an officer. He knows how to deal with crime and violence.
  
  
  Strengths: Access to police equipment and information, skills in investigation, strong and muscular, being able to take hits as well as deal them out.
  
  
  Weaknesses: Gordon is incredibly narrow minded and won't believe anything without evidence. As well as this he is extremely stubborn. Finally, while he can run fairly fast for short distances, his endurance running is less than great, easily running out of breath while sprinting. This isn't helped by all the equipment he carries.
  
  
  
• Gordon grew up in a middle class family. His mother was a secretary while his father worked at a factory. His street was fairly safe, compared to most other streets in New Eden; there was the occasional robbery or murder. Gordon was raised to believe the best traits a man could have were honesty and bravery, something which he believed for his whole life. If he saw a bully in the playground he would step in. Despite this he was fairly popular, even becoming captain of the football team. However, these ideals sometimes lead him to butt heads with the teachers.
  
  
  These values eventually lead Gordon to enroll at a police academy. His father and mother were proud of him, both willing to work more to raise sufficient funds to send him to said academy. The academy he ended up going to was outside of New Eden. Here he was a top student, studying hard and passing all tests with flying colors. Here his values were nurtured; by the time he finished he had become the model police officer; smart, fit and, most importantly, just.
  
  
  When he arrived back in New Eden he found his father was unable to work anymore due to serious back injuries, leaving his mother to support them financially. Immediately joing the New Eden police force, Gordon soon worked his way up the ranks until he got to inspector. However, the more high up he got, the more corruption he began to notice. While he was inspector many other officers would flat out deny him to arrest certain criminals because they had paid. Gordon would often haul a criminal in, refusing their bribes, only for the commanding officer to accept the money and let them go. Gordon's breaking point came when, after an extensive investigation, he arrested a notorious pedophile. He took him to the station, only for the commissioner to tell him off because the man had paid them. Furious, Gordon stormed out of the station. After this he was deprimoted to corporal. Gordon never quit his job, he just now rarely turns up to work. Using his savings he took his parents to a retirement home so they would be safe. He now just sits in his house, occasionally going down to the station. He has just lost faith in the police department. Gordon wishes there was something he could do to bring justice to New Eden.
  
  
  
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  Gordon has a mother and a father with no siblings. He has few friends who he regularly converses with, preferring to spend time by himself and reflect upon the state of New Eden. Reads books and watches movies/TV shows about 'real' cops as a hobbie.
  
  
  
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  Gordon drove down Murphy Street in the Dalestrom area of New Eden. He was in an unmarked SUV. He wasn't authorized to use this car; he had just taken it when everyone refused to go with him. Pulling up at a double storey house he checked the address. It was right. Finally, after month long investigation he could nail this creep. Adjusting his belt he stepped out of the car. Gun at the ready he casually strolled up to the front door. After waiting a minute he gives up and goes to open it. Locked. Sighing Gordon crouched down and snuck around the back into the back yard. Littering the yard are kid's toys; tricycles, dolls, plush animals. Gordon grits his teeth. Disgusting.
  
  
  He walked up to the back door, discovering it to be unlocked. Cocking his handgun, Gordon lightly pushes the door open, letting it swing freely open. Silently sneaking in, he finds himself in the laundry. Gordon lools away from the dirty clothes laying around; he doesn't need to see it. Leaving the laundry he finds his way to the stairs and climbs them. Checking all the rooms upstairs he soon came across a tall, skinny man laying face down on a bed, snoring. Gordon walked in, trigger finger ready. He would shoot him right now if it were not for his better judgment.
  
  
  "Wake up it's the police!" Gordon shouted, gun aimed at the man. The man drowily turned over, rubbing his eyes to see what was going on. Upon seeing the gun in his face ge lets out a tired whimper.
  
  
  "Whaaa...?" The man asked
  
  
  confused. Gordon curls his hand into a fist.
  
  
  "Put your hands up now!" Demanded Gordon.
  
  
  "What the fuck are you doing?" The man asked, just as confused as before. "I-" he was about to say something but was cut off by Gordon punching him across the jaw. Gordon pulled out a pair of handcuffs, putting them on the man. The man was in a state of half conscious, occasionally blurting out a vaguely English word. Picking him up collar if his shirt, Gordon dragged him out of his room and down the stairs, to the front door. Opening the door with a loud bang, Gordon hauled the man to the car, pushing him into the backseat.
  
  
  Arriving back at the station, Gordon proudly pulled the dazed man through the corridors and rooms until he arrived at chief of police's
  
  
  office. Throwing the man to his knees, Gordon said "Andrew Francis, pedophile". The chief of police, Natalie Krill had a look of displease on her face. She looked the man up and down, them did the same to Gordon.
  
  
  "Let him go" she said. Gordon was dumbfounded. An officer who Gordon had not noticed picked the man up and unlocked his cuffs, escorting him out.
  
  
  "Inspector White, I believe we need to talk about your behavior" Krill said. "We can't have you going around, locking up whoever you please!"
  
  
  "He was not 'whoever I please' he was a wanted criminal who we had been investigating!" Gordon said defensively.
  
  
  "We had a deal with him!" Krill was getting angry.
  
  
  "How do you make deals with scum like him?!"
  
  
  "Our department doesn't get government funding anymore, so we have to make do. We need everything we can get!"
  
  
  Gordon laughed. "Everything we can get?! Everyone knows that not a single penny of the money you make from these sorts of deals goes toward the department! It's a fucking joke!"
  
  
  Krill rubbed her forehead in frustration. "I'm depromoting you. Now go home Corporal White."
  
  
  "Yeah, well fuck you to! This isn't a fucking police department, this is a gang, a gang of unjust crooks! I'll see you in hell!" Corporal White stormed out.
  
  
  Gordon sat on his armchair, can of beer in between his thighs. He was flicking through channels. He eventually stopped on a news program.
  
  
  "Notorious child molester Andrew Francis is still on the run says Chief of Police Natalie Krill-" before it could finish Gordon threw the remote through the TV. Downing the last of his beer he began to think to himself. New Eden. Named after the utopia of the biblical Garden of Eden. What cruel irony.
  
  
  

 

[Deadkool]

• Alexander Rockbell
• Background
• Other
• Writing Sample

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  Name: Alexander Rockbell
  
  
  Pseudonym: Oz, The Wizard (usually shortened to just Oz)
  
  
  Age: 24
  
  
  Appearance: A thin guy with scrawny proportions, you probably couldn't tell he was the crime fighting type. Alex usually doesn't bother with his hair leaving it haphazardly thrown to one side or another. He usually wears a t-shirt, jeans, and a light jacket.
  
  
  Vigilante Appearance: Oz wears a green bandanna face mask which covers the bottom portion of his face in addition to green tinted glasses. Oz also wears a large duster and black, loose fitting shoes.
  
  
  Personality: Alex can be deceitful, but at the end of the day he just wants whats right for those around him. He has no problem with lying, especially to crooks. Alex can be a bit of an egomaniac, wanting to show off how he 'saved the day' and whatnot.
  
  
  Vigilante Skill: Software Engineer: Alex works with computers giving him an edge when doing thinks like tracking calls, looking through CCTV cameras, etc.
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  Stubborn
  
  
  Loyal
  
  
  Charismatic
  
  
  Weaknesses: (list at least 3)
  
  
  Stubborn
  
  
  Egotistical
  
  
  Pessimistic
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Alex was an average joe. he went through college, through the help of his middle class family. Alex, later graduated with a degree in Software Engineering. He wasn't at the top of his class, but he wasn't failing either. His whole life Alex was just apart of the system. He began working at a company that monitored suspicious internet activity and sold it to the NSA. It had a pretty good paycheck, better than Ramen every night. Alex thought he was doing something good, and to an extent, he was. Alex was promoted some after working there for a few months and began to notice something peculiar. The firm wasn't just monitoring suspicious activity. They were looking into things like credit card information, phone numbers, and shopping preferences. Shocked by this fraud, Alex went to the police, but it didn't matter. Thanks to some well placed bribes by Alex's boss, the police found the there to be insufficient evidence. Needless to say, Alex was fired and back to eating Ramen. after that, he got a jobs by commission. He still wants to fix the justice department, but doesn't have the resources or time to do so.
  
  
  
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  Has a pet black cat named Darwin, and a fish named Ham.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Alex sat at his desk reviewing the latest stock that had been collected the previous week. Most of it seemed mundane, it was all Lose Weight Now! or 5 percent off at Mazie's ice creamery. Nothing important, that is, until he noticed something odd. Files on people secure accounts were being retrieved, this wasn't a matter of national security anymore, it was fraud. Even worse, the files weren't being retrieved from an outside source, they were being taken from inside the network. Alex felt the need to tell someone about this. He double checked, then triple checked, these people giving his paycheck were getting it from scamming. Alex left work early and caught a taxi to the police department. Once he got there Alex not-so-patiently waited in the lobby for half an hour before someone finally made time to talk. Alex spoke to the officer they had put him in front of "I work at a security firm, Amaxico. I..they're stealing people's personal information." To which the officer raised his brow and replied casually "What kind of personal information?" Alex quickly shot back "Credit card numbers, bank info, pins, you name it." The police officer, obviously unaffected said "Mhm, yeah..we'll look into that, thanks for coming in." Alex was dumbstruck, that officer didn't care. Alex wondered how much of a raving lunatic he had sounded like. Turns out, the only thing they did was notify Amaxico that he had dropped by. Later that day he got the call, Alex was fired.
  
  
  

 

[X3 Infernal Infinity]

• Aiyoku Shirokui
• Background
• Other
• Writing Sample

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  Name:
  
  
  Shirokui Aiyoku
  
  
  Pseudonym:
  
  
  .Exe
  
  
  Age:
  
  
  19
  
  
  Appearance:
  
  
  Aiyoku is a slender female of mixed Japanese and Romanian descent. She stands at about 5'5" and weigh 115lbs. Despite her small size she is leanly muscled. When around her parents and other members of her family she wears a medium length black wig. Small scars cross her back and chest as well as her arms and a large scar crosses the entire front of her throat.
  
  
  Her usual attire consists of primarily latex for some reason or another. However for work and school she usually wears a short cut kimono or shrine maiden garments.
  
  
  Vigilante Appearance:
  
  
  For Aiyoku hiding her identity is as simple as being herself. Removing the wig reveals waist length hair dyed dark red and streaked with black. When out and about she wears a simple outfit consisting of plain white bandages around her torso and neck, covered by a black latex jacket cropped below the bust with a high collar that covers her face from her nose down, and black latex pants and gloves.
  
  
  The wide sleeves of her jackets are lined with pockets for holding small gadgets and devices. She also wears a waist holster fitted to hold her katana and knives and thigh holsters for her handguns.
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Aiyoku is a shrewd individual andhighly intelligent. Every since she was a child she hashad an obsession with knowledge and strategy, so much so that her intrinsic desire for efficiency and perfection defines the majority of her personality.
  
  
  An INTJ personality type Aiyoku is shoddy at expressing emotion properly and often can come of as rude or distant even without intending to. She places little value in casual socialization if it benefits her little and is quick to judge the worth of those around her.
  
  
  +Inventive
  
  
  +Intelligent
  
  
  +Reliable
  
  
  +Adaptable
  
  
  -Judgemental
  
  
  -Hates rigid structure
  
  
  -Socially Inept
  
  
  -Slightly Narcissistic
  
  
  Vigilante Skill:
  
  
  Thanks to her aunt, a former Japanese government agent, Aiyoku has training that would make her a suitable covert tactical operations officer. She is a skilled hacker as well as being skilled in stealth, close quarters combat, and threat neutralization. Weapon wise she is most skilled with a sword but she also is an excellent marksman.
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  +Tactical and inventive mindset
  
  
  +Bladed weapon specialist
  
  
  +Vast plethora or practical (and not so practical) knowledge
  
  
  Weaknesses: (list at least 3)
  
  
  -Easily becomes impatient with others
  
  
  -Doesn't like causal socialization much
  
  
  -Extremely photosensitive
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Born to a Romanian author and Japanese cyber security designer, Aiyoku was raised in a slightly upperclass household. Her parents made good money, owned a nice and rather large house, a could afford to live comfortably. But none of this mattered to their daughter. As a small child Aiyoku was used to spending her time alone. Her mother was always busy with work and her father was usually off researching for his next book or handling public events. But the young girls desire for parental affection was soon replaced by a desire for knowledge. Many a hour was spent in her fathers study dissecting any book she could get her hands on.
  
  
  By the time she started school it was already clear that she she was far more intelligent than anyone would expect for someone her age. Her mother took notice and soon enough what had been a passion began to feel like a prison. Aiyoku's mother was determined to have a bright, intelligent, proper young woman for a daughter, a perfect legacy to leave behind. However Aiyoku rebelled against control and when out of her parents sight became a person all her own. A person who loathed the complacency and squalor of a world possessed by greed and desire, a person who desired a more peaceful, more ideal world.
  
  
  She had always seen the world as a stark and dangerous place, especially New Eden, but the reality of just how bad things were didn't hit her until she was sixteen. One night, while her mother was out of town a robber broke into the house. Her father, who had been asleep at the time was murdered and intending to leave no witnesses the culprit attempted to slash her throat as well. Aiyoku barely survived, the doctors chocking her luck up to the thick latex collar she had been wearing. After being released from the hospital both Aiyoku and her mother went to the police but they did nothing. Angry and afraid Aiyoku left New Eden for three years to live with her aunt in Japan. She returned to New Eden with her aunt a year ago.
  
  
  
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  Occupation:
  
  
  Shop Manager (family tea shop)
  
  
  Family:
  
  
  Hibiki Shirokui ||Mother/40/Alive||
  
  
  Hibiki is Aiyoku's mother and Rafael's wife. A stern and very traditional woman Hibiki is very strict with her daughter and has high expectations for her. Formely a designer of security measures for various cyber networks she now runs a tea shop, Lotus Moon. She is the oldest of the twins by three minutes.
  
  
  Rafael Arravel ||Father/Deceased||
  
  
  Rafael was Aiyoku's father and Hibiki's husband. A soft spoken man with a kind heart and playful personality, he was an author well known for fictional historical drama's. He was murdered during a robbery four years ago.
  
  
  Himeki Shirokui ||Aunt/40/Alive||
  
  
  Himeki is Aiyoku's aunt and Hibiki's twin sister. A former agent of the Japanese government she is now retired. A fun loving woman she is close to Aiyoku and taught her all her skills. She also works at Lotus Moon.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Another boring night at home. Aiyoku sighed adjusting her headphones where they sat on her ears, absently brushing aside a lock of her freshly crimson dyed bang. Gently one foot bounced along to the rock music blaring through her headphones. Casting a glance at her clock she realized it was one in the morning. Her mother would hav had a cow had she known her daughter was up so late. She could almost hear her mothers voice now, firm with that soft and somehow still strongly prevalent accent, ranting on and on about how a good eight hours of sleep were necessary for a well functioning brain or some other such nonsense. Luckily for her Hibiki was off on a business trip this week so it was just her and her Dad. If there was anyone her mother should worry about it was Rafael. Aiyoku loved her Dad but sometimes she worried that he spent to much time with his head in the clouds.
  
  
  So lost in her thoughts and music, Aiyoku didn't notice the slow soft creaking of her bedroom door as it swung open. She didn't notice the man in the mask sneaking up begin her until it was to late. The scratchy feel of a gloves hand pressing over her mouth. The wicked glimpse of steel wet with crimson. The sharp pain. The flooding warmth, crimson droplets on crisp pages, inked lines swimming and blurring. The darkness swallowed her. Days later her senses returned, along with the smell of antiseptic and the soft steady beep of machinery. Opening her eyes she found herself in a hospital, the small room dim and quiet except for the machines and the soft sound of her mothers breathing. She let her eyes drift closed again.
  
  
  Weeks later she was released from the hospital none the worse for wear minus the nasty scar that ran from one side of her throat to the other. The days that followed were a middle of moments and memories. Therapy, the funeral, her mothers tears. But one thing stood out among them. The day the police came. Two men in uniform, bit looking utterly bored. They barely looked through the house and wrote down nothing when asking their questions. Though Hibiki was too deep in grief to notice it Aiyoku did. They didn't care. No one in this city did. But someone should.
  
  
  

 

[Rumsey]

• Halle (Hal) Spencer
• Background
• Other
• Writing Sample

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  Halle (Hal) Spencer
  
  
  Pseudonym: Silencer
  
  
  Age: 26
  
  
  Appearance:
  
  
  Standing at a poised 5’10, Hal has a lean athletic build and a bit of a severe look about her. Jet black hair frames her porcelain face while bluntly cut bangs tickle the thick lashes of her dark hazel eyes -- every feature angular and pronounced, she has a strong jawline and large hooded eyes, framed by tastefully arched brows. Her voice is a deep, sort of husky almost velvety drawl. Though she looks a bit intimidating, her severe features are often softened by that wide glowing smile of hers. On the street, she often dresses quite comfortably, wearing jeans or cargo pants and combat boots, paired with plain fitted shirts. Her only accessory is a plain black digital watch on her left wrist. She doesn't like to stand out.
  
  
  Vigilante Appearance: Hal sticks to a simple style, black pants and shirt, complete with those reliable combat boots. She wears a bandana as a mask covering the lower half of her face just below her eyes.
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Deeper:
  
  
  Raised in a home full of boys. Hal has a bit of a masculine demeanor in the way she walks, sits, and even speaks. She’s assertive and passionately loyal—sometimes almost too passionately. Her patience, and levelheadedness makes her a solid and reliable asset on the field. She is slow to judge and quite observant, not to mention a very warm nature--her friendly, though subtly mysterious allure draws others in, allowing her to comfortably and quite easily manipulate them, though she would be hard pressed to take advantage of people she likes. She often puts others' needs before her own. She keeps her personal life pretty private, and often gets a bit defensive when she’s prodded about it.
  
  
  Surface:
  
  
  Hal is quite the professional when it comes to first impressions, but once she is comfortable, she can be very dry and quite sarcastic—quite a fan of witty banter, in fact. Despite her gruesome past, she is a genuinely happy person, and easily compartmentalizes so as to keep the bad stuff at bay. She is a self-proclaimed music enthusiast, sometimes quoting lyrics from oldies when she deems them relevant. She comes off as quite intelligent, enjoying a good invigorating conversation, and is quite personable. Her ability to empathize with others allows her to relate to them and easily create bonds of friendship
  
  
  Vigilante Skill: While she's a decent shot, her real skill is her physical ability. She is trained in four different elemental types of martial arts, and working on a fifth, which she is able to draw from depending on in any given situation, each type offers a different tactical approach which she can bring to a fight.
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  Compartmentalization
  
  
  Empathy
  
  
  Master Manipulation
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  Internalization
  
  
  Emotional Investment
  
  
  Stubbornness
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Hal had a relatively normal upbringing, in fact, she was a privileged child. Her mother and father were both politicians. She was the fourth and only girl out of four children. However, she kept up with her brothers just fine. She built a pretty thick skin, taking an early interest in martial arts of all things (her older brother had admittedly made her watch Kung Fu movies with him during a small phase) and her parents, indulging in her interest, hired a skilled trainer for her to learn from on the condition that she stick with the sport. They would often try to instill in her the mentality that one must stick with something until the end, and it worked quite well with this sport.
  
  
  Coming from a well known political family had its ups and downs. Certainly Hal lived quite a comfortable life, but she was also strictly disciplined, and taught how to present herself like any politician would. In public she would expertly hide her tomboyish demeanor under a polished act of professionalism--a grievance she often avidly protested.
  
  
  As time went by and the world began to change for the worse, it became more and more dangerous to be a public figure. Her parents often received threats from anonymous sources, and one particular Christmas night, when she was 17, they had been followed through. Her entire family besides her and her brother were slaughtered in their homes in a blitz attack by organized offenders. She and her oldest brother hid in a small closet in their estate with a cell phone to call the police. As the particular case brought up some suspicious dirt surrounding her parents' political careers, it was essentially thrown under the rug so as to cover up their suspicious activities and the killers were never found.
  
  
  She's lived with her brother in a small apartment in the city ever since. He often suffers from slight PTSD from the event, having trouble coping with the guilt of not being able to save his two younger brothers in the attack. Though Hal has moved on from the event in as healthy a way as possible, she still harbors a deep mistrust and resentment toward the government for covering up the murders.
  
  
  
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  Her and her brother both have a black cat named Boss
  
  
  Mom: Ashley Spencer (deceased)
  
  
  Dad: Mathew Spencer Sr. (deceased)
  
  
  Brothers (Oldest to youngest):
  
  
  Mathew Spencer Jr. - 34 yrs
  
  
  Johnny Spencer (deceased)
  
  
  Dan Spencer (deceased)
  
  
  
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  Nine Years Ago.
  
  
  They'd stopped getting calls relative to the investigation after about a month. Was that the typical time it took for a case to turn cold? The lack of communication turned days into years as they slowly waited for any type of news concerning the investigation. Matty had been quiet lately. It was almost as if he'd resigned himself to the fact that they'd all given up. Well, the both of them knew that wasn't quite the case. Covering up mom and dad's demons seemed to take priority over bringing actual justice to their murderers. Johnny and Dan were just collateral.
  
  
  They both sat in the living room of their small apartment, unpacked boxes looming ominously in haphazard stacks all over the room. They'd been that way for weeks, but it was an unspoken agreement that it felt wrong to unpack them. It was as if they were accepting that this new life was their permanent one, and the things in those boxes--the things that didn't belong specifically to them--felt tainted; jinxed. It was like their entire family's lives were reduced to a few items in a box, and she didn't want any part of it.
  
  
  Halle knew that Matt would hold the guilt of their brothers' loss heavy to his heart. She'd known it from the moment she heard their bodies drop to the ground. She stole a quick glance at his stony face from behind her book trying to gauge what her older brother was thinking. He didn't have a book to hide behind. He just sat, elbows rested on the arms of his chair, hands folded as a resting spot for his chin. She wondered if he was remembering what had happened. He had a tendency to dwell on things that shouldn't be dwelled on. She knew he would take care of her. That's what older brothers did, but she worried about who would care for him. He had no one. And when she thought about it, he never really did. Mom and dad were always working, so who did he have to look up to? She would find a way to make this up to him. She would be his rock, because the last thing he needed to worry about was her own woes.
  
  
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  One Month Earlier.
  
  
  Silent Night, Holy Night
  
  
  All is calm, all is bright...
  
  
  "Halle, can you get the creamer from the fridge?" Asked mom. Everyone had settled down for the night after their guests had left, and were sitting in the den by the fire. Halle always loved this particular moment. The chaos had ended, but the spirit of Christmas still lingered in the night air while soft music still played, and the lights on the tree were still lit as they reached high up into the raise ceiling like a mountain.
  
  
  Round yon virgin mother and child
  
  
  Holy infant so tender and mild
  
  
  There was a soft knock on the door, but it never quite filtered through Halle's mind as she set the half and half on the kitchen counter before deciding to get a mug for herself. She was only mildly aware of Matt coming from the bathroom and into the kitchen when she heard her mother gasp at the door. Halle set the mug down quickly as her head snapped in the direction of the living room, through to the foyer, though her view was quite obstructed except for the doorways that lead there. Though she couldn't really see, there was a thunderous bang following her mother's gasp. Halle jumped almost violently and the heavy sound of something falling to the floor. She could just barely make out the spray of blood before a large hand roughly covered her mouth. She squeaked in surprise before realizing it was Matthew. He didn't need to say much before they quietly retreated back through the other direction of the estate, the sounds of gunshots, multiple heavy footsteps, yelling and pleading filled through the air to the tune of Silent Night only for a short time, and the only thing worse was the deafening silence that followed.
  
  
  Sleep in heavenly peace,
  
  
  Sleep in heavenly peace.
  
  
  Silence was key in these few moments, as the slow, heavy-souled footsteps tracked slowly through the house. They both sat, frozen in a small linen closet at the end of the hall near the guest bedroom. Their shallow breaths seemed to howl like the wind. Halle tensed as she felt Matt reach into her back pocket for her cellphone, but they both froze as they heard a voice merely feet away from where they were hiding.
  
  
  "Think they ran away?" She heard a gruff voice that short distance away
  
  
  "Whatever the case, we don't have time to turn this giant place upside down. They will have called the police by now." came another one from the living room. "We got our targets anyway."
  
  
  After what seemed like hours, The footsteps shifted again, thumping against the hardwood floors and then they were gone.
  
  
  Suddenly Silent Night didn't seem so peaceful anymore.
  
  
  Halle couldn't seem to catch her breath, taking them in with short shallow gasps as she tried to regain what little composure she had left. She was able to blink away her tears before her pounding heart finally began to slow. She licked her lips before they pressed into a thin line, her jaw clenched so tight she thought it would break. Matthew sat beside her, utterly silent. They both dealt in their own way. She was only brought out of her heavily focused calm when Matt moved to stand. She turned to look at him, and for the first time she saw the heaviness in his eyes.
  
  
  "You're really going to go out there?" Her voice was nothing more than a hushed whisper. He didn't answer, but she followed still. Matt was already on the phone with the police, while she stepped tentatively toward the doorway to the den. Through her obstructed view she could already see the deep crimson pooled on the floor and splattered like a Pollock painting. The bodies were almost unrecognizable from her view at the threshold, but she was somehow numb to it. That wasn't her family. It was some strange dreamlike displaced image, completely detached from the world she used to live in. It wasn't them. She closed her eyes, turned, and walked back to where Matthew stood.