My RP Character
I wanted to write for my new RP character since no one is willing to I am going to start working on a back story of him. If you want to join in just comment. It is a work in progress because of that. So this will get edited.
"There are several thoughts when you have a bullet aimed at you head, one of them shouldn't be "I wonder if a pretty bullet like that will look good in my head." You would think that dastardly thoughts like that of despair would be a negative thing to the mind especially with your hand on the trigger. Maybe it is the nature that I was born into that cause this repetitive thoughts of death. I know that in all reality that the only person I am speaking to is myself still the thought that a statue like yourself can hear isn't anything but your own. Even with your big ears they aren't so you can hear better, you're no big bad wolf something I wish. If you're wondering that I'll tell you the nature I was brought to to tell you why I wish to be like you." the beast of the man said cloaked in a purple attire and hat that had faded in all ways to cause any onlookers to take him as a bum. Anyone looking at him right now would fail to notice him simply because his attire next to a statue of a gargoyle at this height was unnoticeable unless he fell. Even then it was something he could avoid easily since he was very good at missing the ground. Having wings that protruded from the back do make it easier to miss the ground but that is something that is not here but is there.
He tip his hat a putrid shade of purple that time turned his auspicious hat into, at the gargoyle began to regal the beast with his tale.
"I like others of the same pedigreed were creations degraded minds of time. Beast bread to snarl at man and tear him apart. Keep in chains like my fallen brethren, bleed for strength. I mean that in the literal sense they bleed us of pain, sorrow,, and all the body could take and then ten times more. Making that pain to us as standing still is to you. Toughing the skin and body generation by generation. The lucky ones were shot at birth while the rest were disceted. It wasn't in the real sense a birth as much a creation. I have no father or mother but we contain the same blood. Each grew threw life with a trick that keep them a live. To keep them torchering till that moment of failure. That brief moment of rapture and salvation. Most had given up past the third year and look for ways to die or become masters of there domain. There was four with there own tricks bite and tore there way to the top. They knew when there relif would come, when they tore it out of the hands that keep them here. Feeding on blood they drank stronger and stronger with each creature they drain, sucking the energy and using it in there own way. Taking the life of another for just strength. Unlike others I was always looking, waiting for that moment. The rest were happy as well. The pain was worth the food to them. When I did see I took it from them. I am not sure why but I got lost in that. Maybe it is the thought of revenge a dark posion that seeked into my soul and expelled in the volicence then. I killed and took them out. Even the ones hidden from sight I saw and found."
The statue look back at him with an empty stare. To most they would of seen this as normal, but to him there was different one for each type of stare that only the sun gave differense to. To him he saw that sade the sun gave the statue as an insult. "What do you mean by that I should stop whining about the past you asked me and I tell you the tale that brought me to this shore and hight." A moment of slience, the statue giving his words. "Well I think that is a bit over dramatic on your part. Just jumping off of here just so you don't hear my whining doesn't make much sense. I know you like the the tin man have no heart but you think that it matter a bit. Life and death is a big difference, you think the difference would matter to you." he spoke a crack could be heard. "Well if you are going to be this dramatic go and tell the devil 5 said hello." The crack at the base grew along with the sound. "Of corse he'll know which 5. The devil created me so I think he would know his own creation. Unless it was a look alike I sent back to hell he'll know. If it is a look alike he'll probably still know simply for how many I sent down there. Probably hadn't been that busy since V-E day. Well here is a pat on the back to hope the travel is atleast enjoyable." He said patting the statue on the back. If 5 had left the statue alone it might of stayed but the simple act of patting him on the back is what did him in. The statue fell to the earth cracking and disrupting traffic. 5 ran and on lookers saw a figure running away. Losing a friend calls for a treat that I think most are deserve when they lose a good friend. That treat has it's own pains but that is later on in the story. From this point of view one would think that 5 was the main character of this tale, but no this is just how he was entered into the world with a change. Now the statue fell on a car, something that wouldn't amatter to much. A traffic jam isn't much in a busy city then an inconvince. This inconvince stopped a pick pocket which seem odd to the man who took a photo. She was simply taking the photo since she was looking for something worth writing about. A figure blur before the fall causing a crash that lead to a picture of a car that had a pick pocket in. Two photos of a single crash is all that cause a change. Now the pictures were given to the cop that did the job. Didn't matter at all to either party since both had the thing they were looking for. A story about a falling statue and a cop stoping a theif is good enough to stop care from the things that didn't matter. A blurred figure was one that people didn't care of.