Post by James on Sept 8, 2009 12:32:17 GMT -5
James stares out across the building tops, his emerald eyes unblinking. He still had no clue as to where he was, or how to get home, but it didn't matter. He had no home, not anymore. He'd been hunted across the country, GenTek and BlackWatch special forces seeking his destruction, before he found himself here. Well, some place with a guy named Jason and seven gods he was told to choose to serve. He'd declined, never having believed in a god before, and seeing no reason to start now. "They call me a killer, murderer, terrorist. I'm all these things." he says to himself, his legs hanging over the building edge he was sitting atop, his brown hair swaying in the breeze. It hadn't been his fault that he'd become the monster that he was, but he didn't regret it. He was immortal as far as he could tell, and though his powers were monstrous, he could use them however he wished.
He sighs, pulling his jacket closer about his shoulders, the crimson blade with wings spread out on either side of the hilt smoothed out as it tightened across his back, lit by the twilight that was fast descending on the town. He didn't know what he wanted to do yet. He had no friends, no family, nothing in these worlds. For others own benefit, he generally avoided meeting them. He was a monster, and death followed in his wake, and he didn't want an innocent caught up in the aftermath. He blinks, eyes roaming the streets below, looking for something to spark his interest. "Why was I brought here? What's happening at home, I wonder?" he muses to himself, dropping his chin into his palm, falling silent once more, his deep voice fading on the wind. Perhaps he'd descend to the streets, and seek combat to entertain him, or people to meet. Perhaps here, he could start a new life, where others wouldn't die, or abandon and betray him. Or perhaps, he'd continue his lonely wanderings, going where the wind would take him.
He sighs, pulling his jacket closer about his shoulders, the crimson blade with wings spread out on either side of the hilt smoothed out as it tightened across his back, lit by the twilight that was fast descending on the town. He didn't know what he wanted to do yet. He had no friends, no family, nothing in these worlds. For others own benefit, he generally avoided meeting them. He was a monster, and death followed in his wake, and he didn't want an innocent caught up in the aftermath. He blinks, eyes roaming the streets below, looking for something to spark his interest. "Why was I brought here? What's happening at home, I wonder?" he muses to himself, dropping his chin into his palm, falling silent once more, his deep voice fading on the wind. Perhaps he'd descend to the streets, and seek combat to entertain him, or people to meet. Perhaps here, he could start a new life, where others wouldn't die, or abandon and betray him. Or perhaps, he'd continue his lonely wanderings, going where the wind would take him.
