Post by river porter on Sept 14, 2012 17:57:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]HALEYCAT FULL NAME: river oliver porter ALIAS: rivvie, ollie , riv DATE OF BIRTH: 23.07.1990 AGE: twenty-one OCCUPATION: hitman for mob company SEXUALITY: straight PLAY BY: wade poezyn tourist [style=background-color: #5a667e; border: 10px solid #5a667e; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me this is the only world that I have ever known, it’s all that I see when I sleep, it’s all that I think about now. it’s all that I am. I can’t change it, I couldn’t even if I wanted to because it’s so instilled in my genes, in my blood and the male that I called my father. he put me on this road, forced me to drive along it when I was only ten. things were hard from the start and I never thought that they would get worse. being abandoned by my parents in my fourth year of life was hard enough. I questioned everything then, g-d, life, love, loyalty, respect. I contemplated it all at that age and I came up with no answers. I was at a lost about who I was because my parents were supposed to help, my peers but there was no one to turn to. my mother had a gentle voice, her face had delicate features and when I look at the one picture that i have of them, I have her eyes. I have almost nothing about my dad that is virtually visible except for my need to survive, the ability to push past the common human limits to survive. this would be the psychological aspect of a human, the need to be compassionate had been dissolved with enough conditioning with this new role model who entered my life when I was nine. I had been a pick pocket at that point, losing the ambition to do anything good for the world and just focus on the number one. I had picked the pocket of the wrong guy, nearly getting my hand taken off as a punishment but after I showed no remorse for my actions, no begging came from my lips and no pleading for the ceasing of the amputation—the male saw potential in a poor boy’s life. [/style]he took me under his wing, whisking me away to be trained under the watchful eye of his right hand man who later would be called my father. he was the closest thing that I had, he cared for me, showed some compassion for my wellbeing and though he was not biologically related to me, he was the closest thing that I had with the absence of a real father. things started off slow, combat fighting. I was taught how to defend myself physically, put against boys that were twice my weight and got beat down for years. I was never able to knock a single one of them to their feet and my “dad” would punish this. I would get whipped across the back in order to condition for me to be more tough, stronger, faster, and nearly invincible. my fighting skills are hardly up to par but they are decent enough to let me take one down and bolt, or pull out a weapon and use it. it did not take me long to figure out that I had a knack for the wielding a gun, it just fit perfectly in my hand, no matter the size. the trigger was always pulled quick though and sometimes, I made errors at the beginning. I was quick to kill, like a monster but now I’m quick but I’m precise. I’m not eager to kill as I had once been, I’m more robotic and it’s just a reaction that occurs when I need it too. sometimes I still fuck things up, I still pull the trigger to early but I never had remorse about it or it’s never noticed anymore. things are just the way that they are. quick, easy and simple to just pull that trigger and end a life and it comes naturally now. I wish had could show the remorse that I actually feel because I think about the life that I take before I do, it’s almost as though I see their entire life flash as I’m the last one that they see while they are still a living, breathing entity. so you must be wondering how I came to be the man that I am, and that’s my story along with who I am or at least who I show that I am. I’m a good actor, I can pull off being happy go lucky with my life, sometimes actually enjoying the moments that I have off from my life of crime but it’s all that I have known and it’s all that I have become. I’m not truly satisfied unless I am doing something that benefits the world that I grew up in, or unless there is a gun in my possession. it’s hard to be anything but that guy and though I try and put on a front, it fades quickly when the situation turns into my own environment, the one that I am used to. I can sense danger, I get tense when it’s lurking in the shadows and I know that it’s always around me. I’m nothing to this world but an ant, but in my world, I’m a leader, or close to it. I am the prodigy of a feared name, I was trained by him, loved by him and taken care of by him. he was everything to me and though he was killed by his own best friend’s hand, he taught me that trust is something that should be earned and not just given. I’m not quick to trust anyone with details of my existence, my crime world, personal belongings or my life. those are valuable things to me and though I seem like I am a solitary human, one that does not like human interaction and knows the inner workings of a tool used to commit hideious crimes—you are wrong. I enjoy the company of people, learning what makes them tick and learning what helps to make me tick because I don’t even know anymore. I want something outside of the world that I have grown accustomed to, something that I can call mine, something that I can love and protect and though Shiloh, my canine companion is a good fit, she just isn’t exactly what I think of. but that’s too dangerous, it’s too risky to bring a woman into my heart and therefore into my life. I appear emotionless but I long for that company because i feel it will help keep my sane and there is no denying that I am very well losing my mind. I have brought girls into my life and they have been eliminated and not even by enemies but by those that were close to me. my father, my leader, and my best friends who decide that the distraction is too much for me and I won’t be able to handle work and a love life. that’s why I opted for this job in all honesty. I sad it was for loyalty, begging to come and teach those that deserted us a very valuable lesson for they have bounties on their head from all sides. the youngest son left it all behind and he is wanted more than the others, the irish girl that dared to shoot our leader has to be taught her own lesson but I might just hand her off and then my buddy jarred who fucked up more times than I can count. I explained how much I wanted to cause them harm, how upset I was, how hurt I was and begged for the chance to give them their own taste of medicine. a bullet for each of them but that’s nothing but a lie. I want freedom, I want to be able to see more of this world that I grew up in—and that’s not the crime world, I said that I have never really known anything outside of the crime world, but I did grow up in the real world in the background and myrtle beach is the place to do it. I’m a spy but I don’t know what kind yet. I could easily give them up, spewing out the truth in a matter of seconds of arriving or I can make them worry, wonder and give me nothing but a skeptical feel to my arrival. it is sketchy, it’s not right as things are heating up in both new york city and here but I suppose that my task is just going to help to feed that fire, and continue the war. it’s four against …more than I can count with more experience, more strategy and a hell of a lot more detachment from their emotions. I can’t even imagine who I going to win this one. |
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