Post by AXE RAVAGE on May 21, 2011 15:20:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top; background-color: C7C7C1;] let loose from the noose tag;; open comments;; So... this is open to anybody who accidentally (or not) stumbles into Ravageland! Bear in mind that Axe may be violent... but all he wants is some entertainment, really. Be assured that I won't be letting him go berserk on your character or do anything extreme There was hardly a word about or rumour of anything. Oddly enough, nothing remotely close to exciting was going on in Ravageland. This fact brought relief to its citizens but spelled trouble for the Ravages. What was the use of creating a Family – aside from forming emotional bonds and sentiments between strangers – when there was literally nothing for them to do? The Family, despite its seemingly twisted origins and continual practices of violence, generally consisted of those who wanted a place to fulfil their wishes… most of which were based on less than socially acceptable activities or hobbies. Case in point: a certain giant enjoyed licking blood off his victims. The aforementioned giant was currently snoozing on the wooden plans of a small shack connected to a larger building, which could have been a clinic in the distant past. Using his rolled up clothes as a pillow, Axe Ravage was snoring loudly, dreaming of images that would have scarred an innocent mind. His tongue rolled out, resembling a dog panting during hot days. The obtrusive heat was part of Ravageland’s crazy temperatures which guaranteed freezing nights and fiery days, hence forcing most Ravageland citizens to turn into nocturnal creatures. Axe was just like them, except that his thirst for blood and fighting and all things violent outweighed everything… including his naptime. A yawn. Muscles stretched. Bones cracked. Axe was awake. And in need of something to destroy. It was his usual routine – sleep, wake up, wreck something or someone, grab something to eat and drink, go back to sleep. There was an extremely high likelihood that the ‘wrecking’ part was overdone, which Axe would blame on his eagerness to get to ‘eating and drinking’. For now, he slipped on an old t-shirt and track pants, ready to get some action even if he had to murder somebody for it. Shotgun slung on his left shoulder with a fraying cord, he wandered out of the shack and onto the dusty streets of Ravageland. At his age, he should have grown out of petty vandalism, but seeing those glass windows made him snarl inwardly. Clenching his fists, Axe proceeded to smash every window he saw, smirking in satisfaction at the sight of red staining his hands. Hopefully, unsuspecting passersby would step on the shards at night. Picking up one of them, Axe measured it, noting that It covered his palm nicely. The perfect size for a steady grasp. He threw back his head and laughed. He might not have a watch, but Axe instinctively knew the time. It was the Hour to hunt. |