Macman253

I likes, brotherhood to regulator, interesting combo

Approved, would like to see backstories, but they aren't totally ncessecary. I myself have written characters that are the type to explain their story in RP rather then before.

Wind had been lost in thought for the last while, he finally came around when the warrior began telling his tale. He was tired and he hadn't had much sleep, not since that night back at The Hanged Man. He drew one of his Crow-Blades and laid on the back of the cart, wrapping up in his cloak and pulling his hood over his face, his blade in his hand and laying across his chest. He closed his eyes and went to sleep, a deep dreamless sleep.

Deuce placed the shotgun in its holster on his bike and shifted back after Blacke had left the area. 'Interesting....' he thought as he put his gear back in order and took the nozzle from his tank and placed it back on the pump. He dug into his pocket and offered the clerk his credit card. The clerk looked at him oddly. "It's free, you had my cash register destroyed over your head..." Deuce smiled and dug in his pocket and gave the man a twenty. "Call it a tip..." He turned to the hunters aiming guns at him. "Look I'm not going to kill you...I'm different from them.." He said, and then pointed at the werewolf corpses.

Well, as you can see there is plenty to work with.

Fixed, it wasn't meant to be op, Mind you when I wrote it I had been working for near 12 hours was tired and needed to get it written so I just put in things that came to my head. Ive actually fixed it, frankly would have liked to kept the dogs name as Dog. It's not like he knew the super mutant named Dog or anything. For the record I dont GM the Rp, I set the setting and let you all do your thing, again within reason but yes I wasn't paying much attention to what I was writing and I normally do.

Deuce watched as Blacke nodded and two more wolves leapt at him, The female wolf swiped at him, he dodged the attack and as he was going to counter he hesitated and then struck her across the face with an open hand. She went down, the male wolf dove at him, Deuce stepped out of the way, grabbed his arm and bent the arm across his knee with a sickening crunch. The male wolf howled in extreme pain, Deuce silenced him with a power curb stomp that crushed his skull. The Female swiped at him with her claws again. Deuce slapped her across the face and gave her a quick kick that sent her flying into a gas pump and laying still. The Last wolf looked at Blacke and Deuce in fear, Blacke just nodded and howled and charged Deuce with astonishing speed, Deuce fell back, large gashes across his chest. He kicked at Blacke but Blacke moved around it, Deuce slashed Blacke across the face that hit and left large bleeding wounds. Deuce shouldered the temporarily stunned Blacke over and leapt for his bike, he picked up the shotgun just as the last werewolf jumped. Deuce leveled his shotgun and fired, the silver slug imbedding itself in the wolfs heart and causing him to go flying backwards. Deuce looked around to see a crowd forming, He looked back to Blacke to see he vanished. The crowd of people were all armed and looking at him, including a dog that smelled...off. "Uhhh...hello." He said in a gravelly irish accent.

Deuce watched as both the drivers of the cars just stared at him. His arm throbbed with pain but the regeneration had begun and the bullet just fell out and landed on the ground. He set the shotgun down next to his bike, as he approached the car with his hands up another wolf tackled him, four others descended on the Gas station. A tall wolf with dark hair walked calmly over as the others of the pack howled and growled while the second largest and Deuce brawled. Deuce threw his attacker off with a hard kick and stood up. When he got a look he saw that it was Blacke's beta, a sick wolf that pleasured in killing women, this was the wolf that had killed his mother. Never taking to the werewolf pack mentality but he knew it well, this was a challenge. Deuce growled and they dove at each other, The Beta slashed Deuce across the face and he retaliated with a spinning kick across the face that sent the Beta crashing into the store, Deuce leapt inside only to be greeted with a smash across the face with a cash register, Deuce groaned in pain as the hit sent him crashing into a rack of candy bars. The Beta lunged at Deuce but he sidestepped the attack and grabbed the Beta and ran him head first into the glass of the fridge containing beer. and other liqour. The Beta was stunned so Deuce picked up the much smaller werewolf and placed his knee across his spine and pulled with all of his strength, the wolf yelped in pain followed by a sickening crack of bones and the Beta fell limp. Deuce grabbed the chin of the Beta and yanked hard to snap its neck to finish it off. He grabbed the dead wolf and threw him over his shoulder, walking out of the gas station he howled in defiance and threw the corpse of the dead pack member at the feet of the black haired wolf. The others growled in hate at Deuce, deuce smiled and waited for the next challenger.

Deuce saw the car drive up and a woman inside load a revolver but duck down when the other cars could be heard in the distance. Deuce took the shot and leapt through the window, just as he did the clerk fired a shot and it ripped through his arm, Blacke's wolf pack was baying in the distance, they had smelled blood and were only a few hundred yards out. Deuce leapt over to his bike and grabbed the shotgun, pumped a round in and aimed it at the clerk, who standing in the doorway froze when greeted with a 12 gauge. "I will not kill you!" He yelled, his voice full of pain. Once the clerk got the point across Deuce lowered his shotgun just as the other cars arrived. "Luck of the irish my ass..." He said aloud as the cars came into sight.

Name: Ronin Race: Tribal (Twisted Hairs) Description: Tall, wears a duster with various tribal motifs on it and other various gear. Bandoliers, canteens etc. Burly and muscular with countless battle scars and long braided hair, with various stones and feathers woven in. His skin is brown and he often has a fatalistic mood, relishes in battle and hunting of legionaries. Occupation: Drifter Weapons: a sawed off Winchester rifle and a Broad Machete, the machete his favored weapon. He also has some knowledge of trapmaking and improvised explosives, while out in the wastes he used these skills to hunt and survive. Other: His companion is a dog named Sam, a black and white mixed breed that saved his life after he escaped from The Legion. Backstory: One of the legion's best scouts, he travelled all over the Wastes for Caesar. When Caesar no longer needed the Twisted Hairs he enslaved them. Ronin was thrown into the arena for execution but he survived dozens of fights as a slave. Using only his hands and a Machete. In a fight with Centurion and it was in that fight that both men were nearly killed, when the fight was declared a draw he was sent to the pens and a Dog had helped him escape, he left The Fort and the Legion behind. Now he hunts them with the same tactics they employ, knowing their form of psychological warfare and guerilla tactics he is renowned by them for his brutal approach to hunting them. He took the name Ronin after the ancient warriors that were once servants to a feudal lord that left their service of free will or circumstance. They wandered as warriors searching for a place in a wartorn country. Ronin eventually found small peace in a place called Freeside, but his restless heart led him back to the Wastes where he wanders.

Wind sat on the wagon, leaning up against a barrel of water. His thoughts drifting through his memories. He played with a dagger, rolling it around his fingers. He thoughts went to Lorenzo and the events that lead to his death and Wind exile from the Crows. Wind's thoughts got deeper, remembering the killers face. A tall human wearing an Arls badge with a smug arrogant look. He had contracted the Crows to kill his parents, Lorenzo refused the job and he then used another assassin group to kill Lorenzo. Wind took a bite of one of his apples and forgot those thoughts, he focused mostly on what he knew of the slaves and how he was going to get away from the expedition to save them.

Deuce rode hard, finally his transformation subsided he was relieved but he kept a wary eye since Blacke and his wolves were no doubt tracking him. Every so often he could get a whiff of one of the pack members on the wind, he guessed they were five strong. One of the wolves let out a loud howl that filled the night sky. He could smell them no more then a mile away but they were holding, if they wanted they could be on him in seconds. He stopped at a gas station and began fueling. He went inside to pay and get food when the clerk began to freak and he pulled a pistol. Deuce raised his hands to stop him and saw the claws. He had changed again, just as he realized this he heard a large group of cars in the distance and knew this wouldn't be good. "Calm down, I won't kill you..." Deuce said as calm as he could, the change made his voice deep and raspy. The clerk shook in fright, his 357 revolver jiggling with him, even if he could manage to hit him it wouldn't kill him. The night clerk, a teenager maybe around nineteen was scared out of his wits, mumbling various things. The sound of a european car was in the distance and if he bolted the clerk would fire at him and if he tried to run Blacke and his pack would come and kill the clerk. For now Deuce decided to wait.

I'm a devout fan of fallout in nearly every form. Recently ive been Rping in Ain't That A Kick In The Head, a great rp taht doesnt show signs of quitting but I know that some would prefer to RP in the Mojave over Washington D.C. so I have come up with the idea that we have a second Fallout RP set just as the courier starts his mission for revenge. Before the second battle. Various things have happened and I will enlighten on these. The Mojave has exploded in violence, the factions are fighting harder and newer ones are appearing everyday. The New California Republic has been fighting desperately to hold the Legion at the Colorado River, stretched thin and most of their resources are low and their morale is diminished. Yet they hold a strong fix. Camp Forlorn Hope, Camp Golf, Camp Searchlight and Camp Macarran are the main NCR fortifications. Mojave Outpost is bogged up by Caravans and under the occasional attack by jackals or vipers and the caravans that try to get through often get held up by Powder Gangers. Caeser's Legion holds the eastern bank like a vice, noone treads there but Legionaries. The Legion sends over troops that strike at the heart of the citizens of the Mojave, raiding small towns and sacking caravans. Using terror tactics and guerilla warfare they have nearly crippled the Great Bear. The tribes around Arizona have come to the call of Caesar, tribes like The Great Khans, The White Legs and even groups like The Jackals and Vipers are taking the legion denarius and under the beck and call of Caesars Legate. Using these agents and the machinatins of the Frumentarii they have been carrying out strikes across New Vegas in hopes to further destabilize the Factions. The Brotherhood Of Steel, many see this organization as extinct in the mojave but Hidden Valley is there home and due to inter-personal strife their elder has locked themselves away in a hidden pre-war bunker. They still maintain a small security presence topside but only depart for scouting patrols and food gathering missions. A large majority of the Knights that were topside during the Battle Of Helios One stay there, never able to return. These 'Exiles' have either died in the wastes to NCR Rangers or gone into hiding. Mr House and his Three Families rule the strip, a beacon of the old world in a wasted land, people travel from california to vegas to gamble and drink with the hopes of becoming a big shot for one of the casinos. This dream has lead many to their doom either at the hands of a thug in freeside or a cheated gambler. Cheaters are common and often dealt with harshly. They often end up 'sleepin with the lakelurks' in lake mead. House and his casino tribes are holed up in New Vegas, rarely taking interest in the goings on in the mojave. Through a complex source of spies and agents across all the factions Mr House has kept tabs on every faction out there. Rumor is House has begun lending aid to groups such as the Van Graffs in hopes the continued supply of arms will exhaust the factions and eliminate them from the future battle. The Gun Runners have their factory and 188 under their protection, the 188 has become the foremost bazaar, nearly every trader has appeared there over the last few months. Need chems or guns or food the 188 is your place. the Gun Runners have entered into a Territory War with The Crimson Caravan. Both fighting for the arms contract of the NCR but the Crimson Caravan and their newfound allies. The Gun Runners have begun supplying Westside with firearms and since they need supplies from California they have been giving supplies to Mojave Outpost, even sending some of their Mercenary allies there way. The Powder Gangers, a group of recently escaped convicts from the NCRCF near the california border. They use dynamite and various firearms to sack and raid caravans, the dominate gang in the wastes and they have steadily been taking territory from the Jackals and Vipers. Wandering near Mojave Outpost you'll most certainly run into these men. Citizens Of Novac. Novac is the motel-town on the highway, the first respite for those travelling the 95 to vegas. The locals are friendly but don't think they are weak. They have recruited various wasters to act as town guards with Ranger Andy as the sheriff. The sniper in the dinos mouth has kept many legionaries and fiends at bay. Recently plauged by ghouls and raiders they are desperately looking for men and women to help defend the town. Primm, having recently been taken over by Powder Gangers after they swept aside the renegade convicts they took over the Bison Steve and trapped the locals in the Vikki And Vance. The cities streets have turned into a battleground since the NCR has begun a lengthy siege of the town. Gunfire is a daily affair there and death looms over the city. Mojave Outpost, the outpost at the california border has its share of problems. Ranger Jackson the commanding officer has been keeping the local roads safe but the outpost is under constant attack by powder gangers and jackals that usually fails but they are relentless. Jackson has taken to hiring mercenaries to complete various missions against these raiders since his own forces are limited but because of the stopped caravans they have agreed to supply him in hopes that they can be released. Numerous contractors have appeared, including the feared Raven Company, the western division of Talon Company, a recent agreement Jackson has been regretting. The Fiends, the fiends have united with Motor-Runner calling himself the Raider-King. Cook-Cook, Violent and Driver Nephi acting as his lieutenants have united the fiends with the help of a unknown benefactor's direct action. They have a greater access to firearms and chems and are turning their newfound strength on the mojave and are striking deeper into the desert. Freeside, the King have kept order in freeside but the NCR has pushed a greater presence and now have setup various checkpoints and are now keeping the NCR citizens in a fortified area away from the locals due to increased violence. Elizabeth Kieran has used the Cerulean Robotics building as the headquarters and kept the NCR citizens there, maintaining her relationship with The Followers Of The Apocalypse but in secret for fear of Freesider backlash at the Followers. The Van Graffs, having recently formed an alliance with Raven Company they have started a criminal cartel in the wastes. Selling energy weapons is only the start, a freelance slaver known as Adam Rzeznik has allied with The Van Graffs and has begun selling captured people to The Legion and secretly begun their mission to destabilize The NCR, The Three Caravan Company War has broke out and it has brewed a strong conflict that the Mercenary groups have flocked too. Raven Company in supporting not only Mojave Outpost but the Van Graffs, telltaled by their black combat armor. Reilly's Rangers have expanded in the capital wasteland and moved west, there they were hired by The Gun Runners, now more then just a few men they have expanded to a multitude of members. Reilly's son has taken over leadership and runs the mercenary company with the same morals as his mother did back in D.C. their armor is always green. Blackroot has appeared siding with Crimson Caravan Company, the Mercenary Company has a reputation for wearing salvaged power armor and striking with force, few in number but they are strong fighters and they also have wide use of Robots in place of soldiers, most of the caravans they guard are scouted with eyebots and sentry bots. By far they have the most protected caravans but they are also a costly military force and the cost is one Mclafferty is willing to pay to win the Caravan War. The Followers and Julie Farkas have been met with recent attacks, the locals even after the King said no more have begun striking at their interests aswell as them having issues with the Occupation by the NCR and the harassment given to them by the soldiers. They rarely travel outside of The Old Mormon Fort without armed guard. Some of them that are on the outskirts have left the Followers and become Apostates, using their knowledge to craft and arm anti-NCR rebels with explosives and energy weapons they have become another thorn in the side of the NCR. The Great Khans have sealed their deal with the Legion and are considered allies, nothing official as of yet but Papa Khan has grown close to Caesar, his lieutenants have various disagreeing opinions, even though their drug trade has gotten larger since the fiends began their war they have also gathered a much larger force of arms and the mountains east and south of Red Rock Canyon is without a doubt theres, they have also begun guerilla tactics on Bittersprings and are seeking the destruction of the NCR outpost there. The refugees are under the boot of the Khans and in the crossfire with no end to the fighting in sight. The Ghoul Liberation Force, The GLF has sprung up, attacking smoothskins everywhere they are a group of communist ghouls lead by Jacob Powers. Striking from the heart of Repconn after the departure of Jason Bright. Repconn has become a base and anyone that isn't a ghoul is in severe danger. They particularly have been fighting with the Citizens of Novac. Although they have found a strong enemy in The Regulators. The Regulators have returned to the Mojave, chasing the Ghoul Terrorist Jacob Powers. Staging themselves out of Old lady Gibsons scrap yard they have turned it into a variable fort. The NCR has had issues but seeing their leader. A man known Lincoln Cross and his Super Mutant sidekick Bernie they have held fast against the local raiders, but their enemies grow and their allies few they still offer bounties and they hold their own brand of vigilante justice. Jacobstown and Black Mountain, these two Super Mutant strongholds have gotten stronger. The Westsiders have been working with Marcus of Jacobstown by giving them a steady supply of food in exchange for super-mutant guards against the growing number of fiends. Marcus himself has sent Neil to lead the Mutants there, along with Meansonofabitch they have kept the Fiends on their toes. Black Mountain has had an increase in Nightkin since Davidson and his mutant raiders came there with piles of Stealth Boys, Tabitha has been striking deeper into NCR territory for some reason, hitting places that make no real sense as if shes looking for something but only she knows what that is. Westside, unlike Freeside Westside has signed an agreement with Jacobstown and The Followers Apostates. Even though Jacobstown and The Apostates do not see eye to eye but they agree the Fiend threat must be stemmed and Westside's new leader, Ben Brooks. A former Regulator took to being the Sheriff sometime ago under the Mayor Gerald Burns, The Mayor has been pushing for peace but the grizzled veteran has been preparing for war with their new allies. The Apostates needing a base of operations gave the Mayor his much needed allies and Jacobstown lent him the muscle of the super mutants they need. With the rising fiend outbreak the Battle Of Westside is close to beginning. Searchlight Airport has become a Exile's fortified fort. There the brotherhood exiles stay, mostly keeping to themselves but they have been known to fight with the legion and the occassional firefight with the NCR. The leader, Paladin Vauxhall has declared themselves a new chapter, calling themselves Exiles and they intercept Brotherhood strike teams. The Elder has kept close tabs on these exiles. The Factions have drawn the lines and the Storm Over The Mojave has begun, it is in this warzone people survive and die. Which will you be? The beacon of honor or the cruel villain? The survivalist or the rebel? The Soldier or The Tribal? Or will you be something entirely different. That is your choice....good luck. As a character: You can be any race, including ghoul, nightkin or supermutant. Roleplay them respectively but enjoy them. Just because your a super mutant doesn't mean you have to be allied with Jacobstown or Black Mountain. But in doing so you cannot be certain things. You cannot be a behemoth, nor can you be a feral ghoul. Also you cannot play as The Courier or any of his companions since they have scripted stories. You also cannot be faction leaders, trust me i have a hard time not RPing as Marcus but its only fair they play a special part. Various other characters such as Doc Mitchell or Chet and Ranger Jackson are also not allowed but some of the more flexible characters like Malcom Holmes and Sunny Smiles would be allowed since they tend to be wanderers. Your Character sheet should look something like this or along this line. Name: Race: Description: Occupation: Weapons: Other: (Companions etc) Backstory: Have fun in the Mojave.

Since im so new, and my knowledge of supernatural is limited im sticking to what I know well, the werewolf background is something I'm keeping but I am indeed show Deuce as a hunter, not just a wolf out for revenge. The trick is I sorta wanna chat and rp with the group but since im a werewolf that might not end well so i'll skirt the other characters and try to stay away. Mostly since I came in so late and secondly cause I'm new to a Supernatural RP

Niko waited patiently by the market vendors stall, his target walked into the market area, two turian's and a krogan on his bodyguard team and most likely a few others on the way. Niko watched as the Volus browsed the goods, he looked over a predator knockoff, Seeing his opportunity Niko reached back under his shirt and grasped on the grips of his twin predators, thumbing the activation switches and the weapons chimed as they charged. He approached like a wraith, the bodyguards were amatuers, his first shot went through the Turians skull and he dropped like a sack of hammers, the second Turian fumbled to grasp the gun tucked under his arm but before he could draw the second shot ripped through his back into the Turians heart. The Krogan drew his shotgun but as he pulled back on the pump-action two Predator rounds tore through the krogans skull. The crowd began to panic and with that Niko vanished into the crowd as the Volus drew a Carnifex pistol, the gun was silver with ivory grip plating and was almost as big as the small alien. "Where are you coward!" He yelled at the assassin that ghosted his guards in just a few seconds. Niko gripped him and pulled him forward with a powerful Biotic grab and then hit him with slam to disorient him. He walked up calmly as the volus coughed in his suit from the powerful assault. Niko dropped the file in front of the Volus and smiled. "You can thank me, I just saved your life..." He said as he vanished into the crowd once more. Constantin picked up the file and as he heard the sirens of C-Sec in the distance he picked himself up and left.

The sound of the sirens filled the distance, Deuce threw Blacke back as he bit at his throat and pressed his weight and strength against his arms. Blacke hit the wall with a hard thud that spiderwebbed the drywall, Deuce dropped to all fours and ran with full strength through the window. As he started up his bike Blacke stood at the third level room and Deuce smirked revealing large fangs and he flipped him the bird as he peeled out and drove off. Deuce looked over his shoulder to see no cops were following him, he could feel the heat. By nightfall Blacke will have his hounds hunting him. "Time to hit the road..." He thought as he gunned it.

Deuce heard the yelling of a woman to someone named Vance as he walked to his room, he walked in and found his lighter on the nightstand and then realized something. "He didn't leave his lighter here, he never used it here..." He whipped around as soon as it donned on him and he drew his .45's standing in the corner was Blacke, the leader of the pack that wiped out his family and infected him. The silence was broken by the slight banging of a bed frame against a wall from across the hall. The tall dark haired man smiled and clapped slowly, he stepped forward and lit a cigarette. "I was beginning to wonder..." Blacke said and drew on his cigarette. Deuce kept his pistols aimed on the werewolf, sweat rolling down his back and wetting his palms. The werewolf blinked and as his eyes opened they turned bright yellow. A sudden wrenching pain in Deuces side forced him to drop one of his guns and he collapsed to the floor. He could feel his bones crack and shift as he began the turning. The pain was so intense that he began to convulse and his vision got blurry as he went through a stressful forced change. Just as his claws grew and his fangs extended the pain began to stop and with a burning hatred he snapped and heel kicked Blacke through the wall and into the hallway. Deuce stood and cracked his neck and smiled a fanged smile. kicking out the door he charged Blacke with a roar and threw him through the wall in the second room. The couple on the bed began screaming as the two werewolves clawed, punched and slashed each other and tore apart their room.

Wind smiled and nodded, The Crows had stopped sending assassins a long time ago, Wind took his place with the expedition, he sat on the wagon and sharpened his Crow-Blades. He said to Illadriel, "My name is Wind, by the way..." Wind had been to the deep roads before and knew this would be a hard trip but he also knew this would give him the chance to free those Elves and that is that mattered to him.

Wind grabbed the ladies hand and kissed it as he bowed, as he stood he said a long line of Antivan words "La tua bellezza sempre risplendere nei mari" with a sly smile, his eyes locking with hers, one eye a fantastic green and the other a radiant blue. As he seperated from her he tossed Cyhran his coin pouch back while never taking his eyes off Isabela. He smiled to Cyhran and nodded "Indeed my friend I was once a Crow but after I got to become one of their best I left their service, for quite some time I have been how would you say...a free agent?"

Wind smiles and nods with a slight shrug. "Grew up there, not born there..." Wind looked over Cyhran and smiled, he smelled a slight hint of honeysuckle, he looked around to see Isabela, the pirate Varric was always on about. Wind smiled, "Hey Isabela, do you still have that collection of dirty books? Varric still wants to borrow that one about Andraste and the Spear..." He said with a smile to hint at some of the stories Varric has told him over a cup of fine Orlesian wine that was recently stolen from the cellar of a Orlesian merchant that crossed Varric in a deal on wines, Varric asked Wind to break in and steal the case of rare wines. Afterwards they spent the night swapping stories and he just happened to mention Isabela and how she always smelled of honeysuckle to him. Wind looked back to Cyhran and smiled then stuck his hand out flat, palm up and waved his other hand over it and a small bright red apple appeared as if out of nowhere in the palm of his hand and he tossed it into Cyhrans hands.

Sigma returned to the area he had awoken in, the girl finished her gathering and he begun repairing the generator buried under the rubble, after clearing the rubble he drew his toolkit and began working, despite his size and large hands he worked quickly. It wasn't long before power was restored to the area. The display showed that a food processor in a room not far was out of order and he set out to repair it. Sigma had flashes of that red-haired woman and he realized that is where she is staying. He didn't have anything to do besides fix it so he approached the door and knocked.

Wind catches the knife quickly and smiles, he flips the knife around his fingers like one would a coin and smirks. "Did I offend you amigo?" He says nicely as he slides the blade into his bandolier.

Wind took her hand and smiled, for flair since he was bored and wanted to entertain someone, he waved his hand flat out in front of him and bowed low, as he arose he snapped his fingers and twisted his hand and as if by strange magic a small bouquet of white pedaled flowers appeared in his hand and he offered them to his employer with a handsome smile and a quick wink. Laying on the old Antivan charm. "Thank you my lady for this opportunity." He said. He laughed and as the man that had helped him round a corner to join the group he lobbed his mabari a nice chunk of meat as thanks for his help earlier. Wind always had enjoyed his little parlor tricks, something he used to do as a boy to get some side coin but he also found it advantageous when it came to women and allies. Despite his introduction into the Crows he could have been a successful troubadour or magician.

Wind smiled, as the rest of the group appeared, mostly a woman dressed quite oddly, "Nice boots" she said and he smiled, feeling the well crafted antivan leather. Wind took off his cloak to reveal the tattoos on his body, most were dalish in origin but one on his forearm was the symbol of The House Of Crows. Two large Crow-Blades hung from his belt and a bandolier of throwing knives and pockets was slung across his chest. "So hopefully, I get the job..." He said as he walked closer, a wide cocky smile on his face.

Deuce wasn't far out of town when he checked his pockets to find his lighter missing, he turned around and returned to the motel. When he got there a woman was standing out front holding a knife and she looked familiar. He parked his bike and glanced over to her, went inside and grabbed his lighter and came back out and lit a smoke. He tried to remember her face but he couldn't know where he saw her. "Would ye' like to tell me what yer' doin' wit' that thing miss?" He asked, his usual heavy Irish accent distorting his words.