Realistic or Modern ☠WETWØRKS☠

[Aldur]

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@Sunbather is my goddess.

P.S.


The image does not have the be exactly that size, but just roughly. I haven't tested with other resolutions but I don't think it should be too much of a problem.

 

[Aldur]

RULES:


- Abide by RpN's site rules


- Pictures should be digital art, not realistic pictures. Definitely not anime.


- Keep OOC chat out of the IC and into its respective tab


- I'd ask that you limit your posts to one in 24 hours at the very least to avoid leaving others behind.


- Post at least once a week.


- Interact with each other!


- The best way to edit your CS is to turn off the RICH TEXT EDITOR otherwise it's most likely going to break.


- Diversity. I don't want the same old loner psycho cloned to infinity in this RP. The characters could very well be similar to any normal person. The only difference is that they kill for a living. Depending on how much they've been with BoP they can be slight to completely desensitized to the violence.


- If you read the rules put "I was born in the USA" in your CS. You can put it anywhere. You can even put a song with that name as a theme song


- You can do romance, why not? Just fade to black when stuff gets out of hand!


- I have the final say in everything. I'm not unreasonable but just keep that in mind.


Here's the CS Code:

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[gogojojo331]

NAME: Kyle Brockman


AGE: 24


GENDER: Male


SPECIAL FEATURES: His dyed blue hair


WEAPON OF CHOICE: Baseball Bat


MASK:

Born in 1992, he was raised in the slums, where brutal violence was a normal thing throughout everyday life. Just like living in a Tarantino movie for 18 years. You looked at someone wrong, and you were bound to get shot in the face. His mother left the slums to go to the city while the getting was good, leaving his father to take care of him. He was taught how to steal, fight and fire any type of gun with at least decent aim. This turned out to be the best education he could have received.


At first, he was afraid of hurting people, as all children were. Kyle believes that as a kid he, like all children, are innocent. But after the 5th attempt on his life after a failed robbery, he got over it real quick. After being taken into custody by the remnants of local police for murder, as they tried to establish order. The Birds of Prey let him out of jail on the condition that he help them establish a new world order.

Kyle is a man that is completely desensitized to violence in any way. In multiple instances, he will completely ignore any blood or guts on or around him. The stench to him isn't even that bad. He likes pizza and hamburgers because he was Born in the USA, and greasy fattening food is what thy stand for, right? He is not fond of people who are sarcastic. His job is no laughing matter.

KYLE BROCKMAN

CFO$

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Catch Your Breath


CFO$





Catch Your Breath (Remix)

 

[B E E S]

NAME: Judith Grey


AGE: 23


GENDER: Female


SPECIAL FEATURES: two large cuts along her inner thighs, and a tattoo of a skull between her shoulder blades.


WEAPON OF CHOICE: Crowbar


MASK: Black gas mask

Judith was born in good ol' 1993. Both her parents were rather poor, and because of this so was Judith. She lived a life full of violence, watching her neighbours brawl for food, and dealing with her alcoholic father. That doesn't mean she didn't live with happiness, it just made her tough. Judith spent her childhood and teenage years stealing and getting street cred. She's always ready to beat a motherfucker up and takes pride in the fact that when she was ten she got attacked by a group of four guys around five years older than her. She'd defended herself with a nearby crowbar and has since carried it around with her everywhere as a reminder of where she's come. She spent her early adulthood robbing stores and causing trouble, and eventually got caught. Perhaps it was because of her wit, or her looks, but either way they let her go with the deal that she will become an 'agent'. Judith isn't happy with it, but would rather that than jail time.

"I was born in the USA!"

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Judith is real tough. She's got a brutish way of doing things, and is more than happy to break a few noses to get what she wants. Not much shocks her anymore either, and she tends to get over things quickly. Wit is another one of Judith's strong suits. She's always very clever in her thinking, and when she wants something that she can't get with brute force changes tactics and uses her brains, or body. Being hotheaded is also something Judith is known for. She is easily set of by things and lets people know about it too. It's why she's almost always in a fight, although lately she's managed to tone it down. But, something Judith also has is a soft side. She really enjoys animals, dogs especially and is very fond of spending time with them. She'll go so far as to even split a burger and fries with dogs, and takes their safety very seriously.

Judith Grey

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IN THIS MOMENT

BLACK WIDOW
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[Aldur]

NAME: Ethan Savage


AGE: 26


GENDER: Male


SPECIAL FEATURES: Small curved scar on left cheek


WEAPON OF CHOICE: Sawed off Mossberg 500


MASK: Pitch Black Motorcycle Helmet

1990! Born in the US of A! Ethan's parents originally came from Alabama but due to the area being taken over by one branch of the Columbian mafia they decided Miami was a much better state where they could raise a child. When they managed to settle in Miami, the Birds of Prey were only just getting started. Ethan, in his childhood, was rather innocent and naive since his mother tried to 'protect' him from the outside world. Only the rudest of awakenings were saved for Ethan as his parents were caught in an altercation between two local gangs. He was devastated.


Fate has it, that when the Birds of Prey started cutting through the 'scourge of the New America' Ethan begged to join them in order to avenge his parents. And restore some kind of order to Miami. He started enjoying the jobs and not only that but he got better at it very fast.

Ethan is calculated, he counts down his shells and his movements are precise. During missions, he is focused but won't shy away from funny remarks as long as he can think of the right one. When he's out solo, though, that's when the funny remarks give into the silence. God forbid he finds a chainsaw when that happens.


Outside of the jobs, Ethan tries to lay back and enjoy his time off. Who says that if the world's gone to shit, you still can't have a good time? He enjoys walking. It helps him clear his mind when he can't listen to mixtapes his parents used to own. There aren't many things that will trigger Ethan, therefore, it's rather difficult to anger him to the extreme.

Ethan Savage

Nennek




Stellar Lights
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[Sizniche]

NAME: Arthur Reyes


AGE: 41


GENDER: Male


SPECIAL FEATURES: Notable tooth gap, below average height of about 5' 6".


WEAPON OF CHOICE: A black combat knife with brass knuckles on the handle.


MASK: A light brown leather plague doctor mask.

Arthur was born in the USA in December of 1974, right in the heart of urban Miami. He lived a fairly decent childhood up until that fateful day of the eclipse. When everything fell apart, his family spent the first week with the doors locked and the windows in their apartment boarded up. Arthur spent most of his teenage years in that apartment listening to the sound of looters smashing windows and firefights between rival factions. Arthur, against his parents wishes, left home to make his own life at age 16. He still doesn't know if they're alive or not, and checking the now empty apartment for clues has yielded no results.


He found himself a nice apartment with a 'landlord' who didn't steal his things in the night. By landlord, of course, I mean the head of the neighborhood's protection racket. For a while, Arthur ran a modest grocery store-like shop in what used to be a clothing store. The protection fee was manageable for a while, but they came back day after day, more and more frequently, always demanding more. One day, he couldn't make the payment, and the gang that ran the protection racket sent a handful of thugs to ruin his store, stealing the food and burning the whole place down. Arthur came back in time to see the last remains of the store burn.


Arthur was devastated, but not as devastated as he knew he was going to be when they came back for the next payment. He knew it was do or die at this point, so he figured he'd get the protection racket before they got him. Now, Arthur may be that good now, but even a small protection racket was quite a bit of a longshot for Arthur back then. So, one clever plan and a bomb later, Arthur was cleaning up the last of them with a plank from the rubble. Or was it an arm? The moment was so euphoric, the actual details are blurry for Arthur now.


A while after that, Arthur became the guy you went to when you had a problem. Got a thug harassing you you? Find Arthur. Vengeful ex-wife got a hit on you? Get Arthur. Gang threatening the neighborhood? Let Arthur handle it. After a while, Arthur began to get good at it, and started taking the jobs in stride. Arthur is actually very new to Birds of Prey, as his time before joining them was taken up by his work as the local 'fixer'.

Thirty years of just dealing with what the new world had to throw at him has caused him to be a more relaxed person, despite whatever happens to him. At some point or another, Arthur just stopped caring about his problems. In a sense, this may make him a bit of a optimist, though he doesn't try to make bad situations seem positive, he just moves on or fixes it in the patented Arthur way. When speaking, Arthur, though an otherwise decent person, tends to be crude and fills his conversations with profanities. When fighting, he tends to attack with quick, aggressive bursts, showing no sign of being fazed when he kills someone. On several occasions, in fact, he's been known to have a drink over a dead body. Years of cleaning up a neighborhood's mess in the post-eclipse world has desensitized him to violence, pain, and torture. Well, when other people suffer from them, anyway.

Arthur Reyes

TOMMY '86




Wastelands
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[Scribbler]

NAME: Uma Sawyer


AGE: 26


GENDER: Female


SPECIAL FEATURES: Long scar over her throat; makes use of a Electrolarynx


WEAPON OF CHOICE: Chainsaw


MASK: Surgical Mask

1990. Uma was born to a fairly regular family for the time. Her father a prominent Butcher whilst her mom was a typical "stay at home mom." Her family always tried to keep her away from the violence of the outside world, which resulted in her lacking a significant social life. Daily life consisted of staying at home reading or doing something else to hopefully pass the time. It was monotonous, boring and she always wished for a change in this repetitive life. Though, you should always be careful what you wish for nowadays.


At the age of fourteen a local gang had set up shop in their neighbourhood, setting up a racketeering business to provide the cash they needed. This wasn't too bad at first, simple payments. It was like extra tax, so there wasn't much to worry about at first. That was until the prices got higher each week. Soon enough, the extra tax was an extraordinary amount of money that their family would never even dream of having; no less giving away. Course, this wasn't acceptable for the local gang.


In the midst of the night, they came with their brass knuckles, Molotov's, crowbars and firearms. They shot their store and home up, before bursting into the house to finish the job personally. Beating her parents to death, Uma hid in the chaos beneath her bed until the screaming and shouting stopped. Just silence. Soon, the smell of blood was replaced with the smell of smoke. They set the house ablaze just to make sure that the job was finished. Uma ran as fast her legs would carry her till the searing flame was just billowing smoke in the sky.


So the small, teenage girl was left alone to deal with the world. She survived by pick-pocketing, stealing and the occasional murder in the night. Though once again, things took a turn for the worst when she robbed the wrong guy at the age of seventeen. He beat her half to death for trying to steal his stuff and to rub salt in the wound, slit her throat as she absolutely refused to answer him for why she was stealing. Miracle has it though, that one of the few more benevolent people left alive was conveniently skilled in the arts of medicine. He patched her up before she bled out from the wound, but at the cost of her voice.


After that she decided to lead a different life and took notice of the group who had been cutting a bloody swathe through America so that they could reclaim order. She wasn't left with a choice and so she joined.


Uma doesn't regret that decision one bit.

Uma is a cold, calculated and silent person with a fairly stoic demeanour. Many describe her voice when using the Electrolarynx as "creepy and weird as fuck."The only time she speaks is when needed or making a remark. Communication outside of using this little device is limited, though she does make use of sign language, with other forms being obvious facial expressions or immense eye rolling. She's pragmatic and often tries to find the best way to finish the job she's been assigned.


However, her stoic demeanour can crack ever so slightly. In the heat of combat, she can crack a thin yet cruel smile that shows signs of enjoyment at the torment and punishment of others. Outside of doing her job, she can be found adjusting and cleaning her chainsaw or reading. Much like her life before the racketeering incident, she isn't that social. She mainly lives for her job and does little outside of it.


"I was born in the USA!"

UMA SAWYER

RABBIT JUNK

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WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU WILL MAKE YOU A KILLER

 

[simj26]

NAME: Samantha-Elisha Love


AGE: 24


GENDER: Female


SPECIAL FEATURES: Twin snake tattoos run across her torso, their tails beginning on her right arm and left leg. Both coil about their respective limbs, her body, and end at either sides of her neck. Two bullet scars can be found on her right chest and her left calf.


WEAPON OF CHOICE: 100-round Thompson submachine gun


MASK: A strange and creepy looking porcelain mask. It is plain white, with the exception of pursed red lips. The resemblance it has to mannequins give her an unnerving feel.

Born and baptised a Catholic in the USA, Samatha-Elisha Love was your average track and field star. Landed with the responsibility of taking care of her sickly younger sister while her parents make ends meet overseas, she took on the lucrative job of a 'clean up crew' to support the current family of two at 20. She gave up her dream of becoming a track star after being shot in the leg and her chest, two wounds which she treated herself. Like all bullet wounds, however, they should have been left to professionals. To this day, she still limps a little bit, and has some, but unobstructively little, difficulty breathing. Despite this, she made a name for herself amongst wetworks professionals as the exact epitome of what would happen if someone from the amateur hour had an innate ability and meticulous skill to climb their way up alone.


She was picked up just last year by the Birds of Prey as a full timer, who decided that they were better off with a self-made professional like herself in their numbers rather than have such a prodigious entity give them a run for their money. 'Hire them to hit others before they're hired to hit you' was the general consensus agreed upon when discussing her.

fFor what others say, Sam has been described as having a 'sanguine temperament'. Introverted, cooperative, and generally tries to be unassuming, Sam carries herself with a professional air. She gets things done without complaint, keeps her personal life out of her job, and generally behaves rather aloof from her colleagues. To her, the Birds of Prey were just her employers. She gets a call, she punches in, puts a finger on the trigger, bags and tags the bodies, punches out, gets the money, and goes back home. Her methods have been described as meticulously planned out- even solo missions put military briefings to shame by the sheer amount of research and strategising she puts out. On the field, she puts on a show of unbound pragmatism, and moves, to quote, 'like a snake gliding across the forest floor'.


When not tearing up the floor with her machinegun, she is presented as a rather laidback 'rebel' stereotype. She can be found slouching around at home in just her cargos and underwear watching reruns on television, or hanging about outside convenience stores. When approached, she still shows some aloof behaviour, though she seems to be more willing to talk. She deflects any conversation that tries to head into her job's territory.


She has been running this gig for four years, and is fully aware that she is killing people with families and loved ones. People like her. Human people. Her thoughts on this, however, are that it's two sides of the same coin. It's either one life or the other. Snake eyes, so to speak. Either she dies, or they do. If they had wanted to live, then they shouldn't have been standing in her way. It's as simple as that. She is, after all, just a simple gal.

SAMANTHA-ELISHA LOVE

THE.SEATBELTS

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ASK.DNA

 

[kianainactive1234]

NAME: Anastasia Kurikov


AGE: 25


GENDER: Female


SPECIAL FEATURES: Small scars crisscrossing her right shoulder, thick Siberian accent - Specifically from Omsk.


WEAPON OF CHOICE: 9 Iron Golf Club.


MASK: Intricately designed silver masquerade mask.

Born in 1991, Anastasia was very quickly thrust into a touch and go life. The child of Russian immigrants, she learned both English and Russian, and speaks both fluently. With her father and mother working in a quaint little mom & pop grocery store all the time, she was quite an independent young woman, despite the hellish occurrences around her. Somehow, they managed to stay afloat through the madness.


Everything was going decently, right up until she hit 18. Anastasia left home, and went out into the more brutal and harsh wastelands of Florida. Now she resides in Miami, looking to join this so called group, the 'Birds of Prey.'

Generally laid back yet still excitable, Anastasia's personality took a flip as she reached Floridian soil. Instead of dark, brooding, and sullen, Anastasia finds herself to be quite easily amused. Friendly and open, she walks around with a spring in her step and a smile, despite the prior events of her life. Though, friendliness also tends to attract men to her bed. All and all, Ana is quite the outgoing girl.

Anastasia Kurikov

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David Coffin

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Roll The Old Chariot


I was born in the USA!

 

[Carl]

NAME: Dmitri Thobalt


AGE: 28


GENDER: Male


SPECIAL FEATURES: A venus flytrap capturing a rosebud tat over his heart and reaching almost up to his neck.


WEAPON OF CHOICE:

Spoiler

MASK: A smiling yet teary-eyed harlequin mask.

Spoiler

Born in the USA; bound by blood & honor, to the Birds of Prey, being the nourished rosebud of a BoP mother, has formed and sculped him into the man he is today. A sociopath and manipulative multi-faced liar, a person that no longer has his own identity. The only thing that's truly still of his own, is his hyper-analytical mind who quickly scans, identifies and morphs into the desires and wants of the person or people he's interacting with. You could take that as someone who is asocial and a loner, but the truth is much more malignent. He's a very social person, in a twisted way, as he can morph into the bestest friend, sweetest lover and worst enemy...All in the blink of an eye and without a second thought. He's an abstract chameleon, making him one of BoP's best infiltrators, spies and assassins. He came this way to be through the careful and lengthy mindwarping methods of his own mother, who took her time making her own flesh and blood one of BoP's best assets for covert ops. A ruthless and merciless creature who is so distant of emotions and anything related, that he has trouble processing what he sees even. It all feels very 'surreal' to him, even the most normal scenes or views are shrouded in some sort of mental static that makes it feel like he's drifting in and out of a dream...

As stated, his personality is an abstract concept, more fractured than a Picasso painting and as such he doesn't really have his own personality. You could say deep down he's still able to be saved, but who in their right mind would stay close to him after finding out the truth anyway?! The concept of emotions is lost on him, to him it is all a masquerade, and what's worst is that he's passed the point to be even disturbed by it. He embraces it, even more so, he feels he is the only truthful person in the world, since he admits to himself he is playing a game, like everyone does; The only difference being is that he isn't too cowardly or timid to hide it for himself.


This game, he plays it without hesitation....And he plays to win!

Spoiler

Dmitri Thobalt

Spoiler

Five Finger Death Punch

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Wrong Side of Heaven

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[Swoob]

NAME: Wendel Hunter York


AGE: Twenty Two


GENDER: Male


SPECIAL FEATURES: His dyed blue hair (hey there @gogojojo331), feminine/baby face


WEAPON OF CHOICE: None


MASK: A simple black mask with a white, crudely drawn smiley face, most likely as a hollow attempt at humor

There was truly nothing unusual or special about Wendel York. From his parents' deaths and the loss of all his loved ones to the rape and murder and horrific sights he had both seen and experienced, he was a normal boy in that time. Many like him had joined Birds of Prey as a law enforcer to try and seek a purpose. Many of them had then witnessed death and depravity at its worst levels. Many of them decided that there was no purpose to their life or to their world in general, and many of them chose to leave. Just like him. Such was the life of an expendable human. In all honesty, it was the smartest decision.


However, in the worst way possible, there was one single thing special about Wendel. He wouldn't die.


When plunging a knife into his chest, he found that it had suddenly turned the other way. When putting a bullet through his head, it miraculously whizzed by each time without fail. No matter what method he tried, Wendel's body would not let him commit suicide. Desperate and angry, he began to seek his end in others. Charging into fights without weapons and practically throwing himself at every danger he found, he tried to get himself into positions in which there was almost no way he would be able to live. However, his astronomical survival instinct and fighting talent caused his body to move against his mind and he ended up escaping every single time.


The more he tried to kill himself, the more his skill was refined, and the harder it was to die the next day. As his sanity slowly unraveled, he suddenly became overwhelmed with indifference, and his gloomy attitude strangely fell away into one of airiness—an airiness born of a complete disregard for any danger, social expectation or societal expectation. To this day, Wendel's tragic dilemma remains unresolved, but he has never given up on finding an answer.

Despite being seemingly very uncharacteristic for someone who constantly lives within death, Wendel's personality can almost be described as happy-go-lucky—almost childlike. Since his breakdown, he has lived his life with a constant underlying disconnect. This has caused him to completely disregard danger, feelings, and other things taken into account by normal people. He takes interest in many peculiar things—especially ones relating to human psychology and world affairs. Perhaps, the reason he does this is because he is still trying to figure out about himself.


Unafraid of saying exactly what's on his mind, Wendel can sometimes come across as arrogant, stupid, a dick, or the entire triumvirate. To be honest, it's pretty true sometimes. He simply doesn't care. It's as infuriating to them as it sometimes is to him. Although, he never really goes out of his way to be one. And occasionally, someone might take a liking to his laid-back attitude and bittersweet humor—that is, of course, until they realize that he's more trouble than he's worth. Because, at the end of the day, all he cares about is getting the fuck out of here.

WENDEL YORK

BUSTRE




DEPARTURE
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— I was born in the USA! —

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[Rizzy]

NAME: Jared Yoshida


AGE: 24


GENDER: Male


SPECIAL FEATURES: A scar on his left eyebrow, beefed up and very masculine. Multiple scars on his bodily figure.


WEAPON OF CHOICE: Tomahawk


MASK:A simple bear head.

Having no parents, and growing up in the hard neglectful street's of Miami; Jared has learned street smarts and street fighting to survive at the tender age of eight. Everywhere Jared went there was always a murder, a street fight or any type of crime.


Jared would get used to the street's and even though he get's his ass kicked tons of time's, it was basically his home.

Jared Yoshida is a bit cocky, sometime's arrogant, short tempered, very impulsive at times, sometime's joking, merciless, but most of all humble and disciplined. He doesn't go too well when it come's to working together with other people, he's been a lone wolf ever since he grew up on the streets. And hasn't had a connection with anybody else other than his former master. He hasn't lived a normal life and was basically forced into a life of violence making him have a complex and lonesome personality.


But the traits that are most noticeable in Jared is his work ethic and his desire to get the job done. Whether he's battling thousands of people to the death, his main goal is to achieve and nobody can stop that from him.

Jared Yoshida

Oliver~2




weezy x nardis
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[2SEATER]

NAME: Scot Chad


AGE: 27


GENDER: Male


SPECIAL FEATURES: A scar running down his shin from when he was a child


WEAPON OF CHOICE: A TT-30 pistol


MASK: An industrial face shield

Scot is a native of the Miami area (obviously meaning he was born in the USA). Scot was pretty much born into the Birds of Prey, as his father was an operative for the group. Scot never knew his mother, whether she had died or ran away, he didn't know; Scot’s father never spoke about it, so in turn Scot never asked. This meant that Scot was often taken on missions with his father's team. His father thought this would help get Scot acquainted with his chaotic surroundings, a baptism by fire. The opposite was true, however, as it lead to Scot developing a fear of combat situations. Not a fear of violence, mind you, more an aversion to uncontrolled conflict.


As Scot became older it became clear to his father that he wasn't going to pursue a career as an operative. Scot managed get his father to (very begrudgingly) secure him a much safer job; what could he classed as an office job, working at the BoP headquarters. Recently certain circumstances have lead to Scot being, in his mind, ‘demoted’ to the role of a field operative, the one thing he had been avoiding his whole life. These circumstances have backed Scot into a corner, leading to him being assigned to work with a team of other field operatives. Needless to say, Scot is not at all looking forward to the upcoming experiences. In between jobs, Scot has decided to return to the bar he and his friend Rick started, before Scot abandoned it for his office job. Although Rick has many reservations to the idea, Scot is still technically the co-owner, so he can't stop him.

Scot is a very socially conscious man; he is an expert of reading the tone and mood of any given situation. Some may even call him manipulative. Scot hides behind a guise of charisma and personality, and will often change it to deal with different people and to get what he wants. However, when Scot begins to lose control of a situation, his facade will quickly deteriorate, revealing his panicky and unsure nature.


When assigned a job he is good at and enjoys, Scot will apply himself utterly. When given an undesirable task or one which he doesn't think will benefit him, Scot will try to talk his way out of it, and when that fails, will put in zero effort. Scot has a deep-seated fear of combat and chaotic situations in general. If he were to cause harm to someone, he'd much rather do it in an environment where he is in firm control. This is one of the reasons he so desperately tried to avoid becoming a field operative.

Scot Chad

Tame Impala

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Apocalypse Dreams