Post by JENSEN JONAH ROSE on Apr 13, 2012 17:38:09 GMT -5
jensen jonah rose
species: just a plain old hunter
personality traits:laid back, relaxing, anger problems at times, restless when about to fight, cool, calm, loving, kindly harsh, narrowminded, born leader, loyal, fighter, collected, emotionally detacted, cold temper, protective, soft heart, withdrawn
this is the freeform style app. besides the information above, you need to include the history of your character, a brief thing about personality,and anything you think might be important
personality traits:laid back, relaxing, anger problems at times, restless when about to fight, cool, calm, loving, kindly harsh, narrowminded, born leader, loyal, fighter, collected, emotionally detacted, cold temper, protective, soft heart, withdrawn
this is the freeform style app. besides the information above, you need to include the history of your character, a brief thing about personality,and anything you think might be important
The cold wind that blew through the city, carrying the stench of destruction and chaos, seemed to carress the back of Robin's neck as the goosebumps spread down his arms. Silently he breathed in and out, the sound of the wind moving in and out of his lungs the only sound that he heard. A sniper rifle lay set up in front of him, his left eye pressed up against the scope and his right closed against the sun. A muscle of his left arm twictched, making the latin incriptions on his skin seem to jump around. His forearm was starting to get sore from holding his finger on the trigger, but he was used to this feeling, and so was easily able to ignore it, just as he was able to ignore the roll of throwing daggers pressing against his thigh and the handles of his hand guns poking into his ribs. As the wind passed over him, he shivered. On any other day he would have been wearing a jacket, but today he hadn't felt the need as he was alone and would be that way for a while. And since he was alone, he had left the church and had flown to the bar near the outskirts. A jacket would only have hindered his black wings and so he decided to leave one behind. Now he laid on the roof of the old Bar, feeling the hard top dig into his skin underneath his thin shirt. The Deva had left the Church before the sun had even thought of rising in the sky and had made his way through the seemingly empty city. If he was going to spend the day hunting demons he would want an early start, and so he had packed up his gear and went out before anyone else knew where he had . Of course he had told Kody his whole plans for the day, as he was the only one that he truly trusted in the Chruch.
Shifting his shoulders slightly, he adjusted his position. Koby was the only one in the whole unit of Soliders that Robin actually trusted to some degree. After all, Koby had saved his life and so he owed him everything he knew. As if the memory of the day he met the medic called to them, the ragged scars on his chest seemed to twinge. Letting out a harsher breathe than he should have, Robin looked through the scope at his surroundings. he had been up there since before th sun had risen and now the sun was high overhead though he couldn't feel it's rays. Not much had changed since he had taken up a position here. As a sniper he moved around from place to place, but only after he managed to get a hit on a demon or tow. For some reason today it semmed like none of those said demons wanted to show their faces. Normally by this time the solider deva would have packed four or five, but the demons were getting smarter and learning where the soliders were planting their snipers. Though he didn't want to, Robin could remember everyone of his comrades that had died because the demons had found their locations. Unlike the other units in the Soliders, each sniper worked alone and checked in with a certain person. Over thirty had never made it back. Robin always did though, as having wings always served him better than his own two feet.
As he gazed out through the scope at his surroundings, he couldn't help but notice all the damage and no damage that patterened it's way across the streets. Every now and then a cars would be upturned, or laying in it's static position with nothing more than a broken windsheild. At other points, there would be a truck sitting there, looking as though it had just vome off the line, bearing no signs of physical damage to its body. It was the same way with the buildings. It seemed that every other one would have a broken window or be missing a door, whereas others were like they had been brought out of the past into the present. Most of those stores were shops that had sold items that had no use to the surviving humans at the moment. Such was life. Robin's dark green eye flashed and just as he was about to call this spot a dub, he captured movenment out of the corner of his eye. swinging his rifle in that direction, he watched as a rather short demon poked his ugly head around the building, it's black wings marking it for what it was. It seemed to come second nature to the Deva, breathing in, lining up the head with his crosshairs, breathing out, and gently squeezing the trigger. The bullet whipped out of the barrel with a crack and Robin watched as blood splattered upwards in a graceful arc as the demon's body dropped, hitting the ground with a dull thunk that barely reached Robin's ears. Then silence.
He laid on the roof for a few moments, and the pushed himself to his feet, putting on the suglasses that had been laying next to him. Standing to his full height or 6'6, he slung the rifle on his back. That's when he heard it. Footsteps. Someone was on the roof with him.
Shifting his shoulders slightly, he adjusted his position. Koby was the only one in the whole unit of Soliders that Robin actually trusted to some degree. After all, Koby had saved his life and so he owed him everything he knew. As if the memory of the day he met the medic called to them, the ragged scars on his chest seemed to twinge. Letting out a harsher breathe than he should have, Robin looked through the scope at his surroundings. he had been up there since before th sun had risen and now the sun was high overhead though he couldn't feel it's rays. Not much had changed since he had taken up a position here. As a sniper he moved around from place to place, but only after he managed to get a hit on a demon or tow. For some reason today it semmed like none of those said demons wanted to show their faces. Normally by this time the solider deva would have packed four or five, but the demons were getting smarter and learning where the soliders were planting their snipers. Though he didn't want to, Robin could remember everyone of his comrades that had died because the demons had found their locations. Unlike the other units in the Soliders, each sniper worked alone and checked in with a certain person. Over thirty had never made it back. Robin always did though, as having wings always served him better than his own two feet.
As he gazed out through the scope at his surroundings, he couldn't help but notice all the damage and no damage that patterened it's way across the streets. Every now and then a cars would be upturned, or laying in it's static position with nothing more than a broken windsheild. At other points, there would be a truck sitting there, looking as though it had just vome off the line, bearing no signs of physical damage to its body. It was the same way with the buildings. It seemed that every other one would have a broken window or be missing a door, whereas others were like they had been brought out of the past into the present. Most of those stores were shops that had sold items that had no use to the surviving humans at the moment. Such was life. Robin's dark green eye flashed and just as he was about to call this spot a dub, he captured movenment out of the corner of his eye. swinging his rifle in that direction, he watched as a rather short demon poked his ugly head around the building, it's black wings marking it for what it was. It seemed to come second nature to the Deva, breathing in, lining up the head with his crosshairs, breathing out, and gently squeezing the trigger. The bullet whipped out of the barrel with a crack and Robin watched as blood splattered upwards in a graceful arc as the demon's body dropped, hitting the ground with a dull thunk that barely reached Robin's ears. Then silence.
He laid on the roof for a few moments, and the pushed himself to his feet, putting on the suglasses that had been laying next to him. Standing to his full height or 6'6, he slung the rifle on his back. That's when he heard it. Footsteps. Someone was on the roof with him.
JEN, THE ROSE , 28, HUNTER, PLAYED BY LANNI