| Subject: What's with everyone saying diamond roses?! |
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Date Posted: 01:16:17 08/15/04 Sun
Just kidding! But seriously, only a drunken pirate wouldn't know what's up around here!
Name: Aaron, but usually goes by his nick name: Apadrinaro.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color and Style: Black hair, cut close to the scalp.
Clothing: Difers from when he's on the job, or not, but usually suited for the purpose.
Personality: He's a man of few words. He lets his boss talk with the clientelle, and then gets assignements from him. He is, however very generous to those who deserve it.
Being: Human
Occupation: Bounty hunter
History: When he was 12 years old, his parents never came home. He was force to make a life for himself in the outskirts of Senpaku. He was eventually hired by a man named G, and works for him, very loyally.
OOC Name: Jehan
E-mail Address: jehan60188@yahoo.com
Where did you hear from us?: Gamefaqs, kaiken zensen
Other:
Sample Post: Aaron walked up to the sandwhich vendor, with money in his hands.
"Excuse me sir" He said politely.
"What?" The sandwhich man was curt, eyeing Aaron's money.
"I'd like a sandwhich please."
"You want a sandwhich? 2 Z's." Z was the local term for Zokujin's, and everyone loved them on Second Earth. Aaron politely handed the man his Z-card, who snatched it, and scanned it right away. The green light went off, indicating that the transaction was aproved, and most likely logged by 'big brother.' But as the man was reaching for his sandwhiches, a busload of people came by.
A feeding frenzy began and Aaron was lost in the rush. After everyone had left, Aaron politely took a sandwhich, and began walking away.
"Hey, where the hell do you think you're going?!" The sandwhich man yelled at him as he began walking towards Aaron.
"What?" Aaron turned around confused, but was met with a slap, and a very angry sandwhich vendor asking for 2 Zokujin. "OW." The vendor landed another blow to Aaron, who went down. The vendor began pummeling the helpless Aaron with kicks, just as a well dressed man stepped up, and broke the frenzy.
The man was no officer, they rarely come to Senpaku, unless it's to score some drugs for themselves. He was well dressed, and carried a tone of elegant authority with him. He looked like he had no place in this part of town, but acted like he belonged everywhere.
"What seems to be the problem here?" The man asked, as he helped Aaron up.
"This f***er owes me 2 Z's for that sandwhich!" The vendor answered angrily.
"No sir. I payed you." Was all Aaron had to say.
"Bullshi-"
"Ahahaha. Two Z's is what you were attacking this man over?" The well dressed man pulled out a Z-note, which was the term for any denomination of cash that people carried. "Here, keep the change, and get back to your cart"
The sandwhich vendor indignantly walked back to his cart. "Thank you sir, you didn't need to pay him though, I already had." Aaron dusted some dirt off of his clothes as he spoke.
"Don't worry about that, everythings squared away allright now, isn't it?" The well dressed man put on some sunglasses.
"Yes sir, everythings fine."
"Fine? You mean, you don't remember what just happened?" The well dressed man laughed as he said this. "A slap. A couple of punches. Several kicks." He paused after every sentence.
"Yes, but-"
"But nothing. He beat you didn't he?"
"Yes-"
"And you HAD already paid him, hand't you?"
"Well-"
"If you don't stand up for yourself, who will?! Now get some redemption, or are you going to be a sissy all your life?!"
That was the moment that something inside of Aaron snapped. Aaron remembered a memory from his childhood. Children teasing him about his small size, and the anger and frustration that he felt. Aaron walked up calmly to the sandwhich stand once more.
"What do YOU want?" The vendor asked.
Aaron said nothing. Only smiled. He tipped the cart over, and walked over it. He kicked the vendor square in the gut, and then in the head after he had gone to his knees. Aaron jumped down from the overturned cart, and landed with a forceful knee to the vendors gut. Aaron stood, and kicked the man several times. The vendor simply begged for mercy from the primal rage that Aaron exhibited. A few cracks were heard, and within a minute or two the man lay lifeless. Several beggars ransacked his body.
The well dressed man walked over to Aaron, who was breathing heavily, and still had fists clenched. The man clapped as we walked, and then extended his hand to Aaron. "Call me G"
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