I say it calmly without looking at him. I had not known many dead people in this city. Most had not been accepted to walk the earth once more like they are alive. I am taller than him not by much. I am also wearing a vest and still the sunglasses. This man seemed to have died. Most dead people have give aways.
"What a cheery way to start a conversation," I say, confusing even myself whether I was being sarcastic or serious. I didn't really care if I came off as to harsh though, she isn't the first person I would have blown off.
I kept a strait face. I did not have the best sense of humor. I hear a couple girls from my class yell angerly at me as I walk bye. One stomps up and starts yelling attracting many people to look at me. I pretend to ignore her. She starts yelling more, You stupid worthless boy! I thought you were my girlfriend! Instead your dating this...This...This weirdo!
You do not even know her.
I say it calmly then the girl behind me squeaks out of glee. You took notice of me for once Hassan! You noticed me! She sings it skipping back to her friends. I then say quietly,
Sorry about that. She is not the brightest bulb.
I duck into the shadows away from all the eyes still staring at me. I knew that this man was dead now. That was all I needed to know. They had thought that I was dating the man. That obiously says that his disguise is a woman. How odd how most off us look like the opposite gender.
Looks good, and I read it all up.
Here's my application!
Name- Riol Carver
Disguise Name- John Vaer
Age- 32
Death Age- 24
Death Reason- Murdered by an enemy
Skills- A master of weaponry, knowing a lot about poisons and exotic items and materials. He also has experience with deados, knowing some of their dark magic and skills, in fact using some of their dark magic for his own work and also some experience with hand to hand combat.
Gender- Male
Disguise Gender- Male
Appearance-
Disguise Look-
Inventory- An assortment of weapons, mostly knives and other weapons I made. I don't use guns a lot, and prefer other shooting weapons. If a sniper rifle is needed though, I will carry it along with me. Also, packs of cigarettes and some beer bottles. Lastly, one of his favourite weapons, a scimitar made of steel.
Weaknesses- Not very social due to his jobs, and is quite lonely, which disappoints and makes him sad sometimes. He also has a bad past with his past wife, just trying not to remember it. He smokes and drinks as well sometimes. He also has made a lot of enemies in the past, due to his jobs.
Likes- Getting jobs for assassinations and tinkering with weapons.
Dislikes- When I get outsmarted or tricked. I also don't like it if I have accidentally underestimated someone, and encountering a powerful deado.
Personality- Cool like, I always try to stay calm. I also like to explore and build new things, hence me being a weapon tinkerer.
Regular Dead Or Deado- Regular dead.
Bio- An assassin, who works for anyone who pays him good enough except for long time enemies and deados. He has been known to kill a lot of people, whether secretly poisoning them, or using a sniper rifle. The police had been longing to catch up to him, but never been able to catch him. One day however, a mob boss finally got to him and tortured him, cutting scars on his arms. At the end he was killed by him. He still however, tries to keep his death a secret and still works for people, whether they know he's dead or not. He used to have a wife in his dark past, and he tries to forget about that. He also works in his free time as a deado hunter.
I begin eating my scrambled eggs. I give the waiter roughly 3 dollars. (Were in America, right?) (Also wolfzemaster, please dont use MY profile picture!) EDIT: (WTF. it changed back)
I begin eating my scrambled eggs. I give the waiter roughly 3 dollars. (Were in America, right?)
((Major touristy Canadian cities such as Toronto will accept United States dollars/currency. (This applies in the real world, so this isn't made up.) Though, the farther you are away from the Canadian border, the less likely U.S. currency will be accepted. This is where the border is:
We are currently in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. This is where Toronto is on the map:
So, basically, U.S. dollars will work where you are now.))
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Looks good, and I read it all up.
Here's my application!
Name- Riol Carver
Disguise Name- John Vaer
Age- 32
Death Age- 24
Death Reason- Murdered by an enemy
Skills- A master of weaponry, knowing a lot about poisons and exotic items and materials. He also has experience with deados, knowing some of their dark magic and skills, in fact using some of their dark magic for his own work and also some experience with hand to hand combat.
Gender- Male
Disguise Gender- Male
Appearance-
Disguise Look-
Inventory- An assortment of weapons, mostly knives and other weapons I made. I don't use guns a lot, and prefer other shooting weapons. If a sniper rifle is needed though, I will carry it along with me. Also, packs of cigarettes and some beer bottles. Lastly, one of his favourite weapons, a scimitar made of steel.
Weaknesses- Not very social due to his jobs, and is quite lonely, which disappoints and makes him sad sometimes. He also has a bad past with his past wife, just trying not to remember it. He smokes and drinks as well sometimes. He also has made a lot of enemies in the past, due to his jobs.
Likes- Getting jobs for assassinations and tinkering with weapons.
Dislikes- When I get outsmarted or tricked. I also don't like it if I have accidentally underestimated someone, and encountering a powerful deado.
Personality- Cool like, I always try to stay calm. I also like to explore and build new things, hence me being a weapon tinkerer.
Regular Dead Or Deado- Regular dead.
Bio- An assassin, who works for anyone who pays him good enough except for long time enemies and deados. He has been known to kill a lot of people, whether secretly poisoning them, or using a sniper rifle. The police had been longing to catch up to him, but never been able to catch him. One day however, a mob boss finally got to him and tortured him, cutting scars on his arms. At the end he was killed by him. He still however, tries to keep his death a secret and still works for people, whether they know he's dead or not. He used to have a wife in his dark past, and he tries to forget about that. He also works in his free time as a deado hunter.
Riol Carver his real name was. He grinned to himself. He walked on the streets, passing by people without a care. He looked around until seeing another male(Wolfzemaster) walking past. He thought to himself. He was definitely awkwardly dressed, especially at this time of night. He had been trained to look for anomalies quickly, not wasting time. He then took a smoke out of his pocket and set it on fire, placing it in his mouth. He slowly followed the man cautiously, trying not to gain attention.
((Dead people see what each other really look like. They see past the disguises.))
I glanced behind me. I was still wearing my sunglasses. I had been the dead person to rule this town. It seemed more people were showing up. Or I simply never saw them. Usually dead people can tell who is dead and who is not. They get more pale when they die. I cut into a crowd of people to loose the person following me. He did not seem to be a deado. Me the follower was now being followed. Now we could not have that now could we? I walk to a tall building. I could loose them easily here.
He saw through him. It was a disguise. She might be a deado, but she looked nice. Just to be sure however, a knife slid out of his long sleeves, he hid it as he held onto it, just for safety. He stopped at the tall building, noticing that she might have seen him. Not caring, he followed her, tossing his cigarette away.
I chuckle a little bit as I see him turn into the building as I turn around to the stairs. I acted casual. I climb up the stairs swiftly. When I reach the top I tear some plumbing from the wall. If I needed to fight, I was armed. I wait. I was wearing sunglasses even tho it was night. The sun glasses could let me look at people without them seeing my eyes. I was excited that a few dead people were here.
He continued to smile to himself, taking another cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. After that, he got his knife in his hand. It would only be visible if someone were to be really looking hard and examining him. He climbed up the stairs, once again, still smiling.
I hold the log piece of piping carefully. I did not care weather the man was armed or not. I could simply strike him down b hitting his leg and make a smooth escape. All was at ease.
As I walk, I stare at the sky. It was very peaceful.
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I say it calmly without looking at him. I had not known many dead people in this city. Most had not been accepted to walk the earth once more like they are alive. I am taller than him not by much. I am also wearing a vest and still the sunglasses. This man seemed to have died. Most dead people have give aways.
I yawn as I walk.
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You do not even know her.
I say it calmly then the girl behind me squeaks out of glee. You took notice of me for once Hassan! You noticed me! She sings it skipping back to her friends. I then say quietly,
Sorry about that. She is not the brightest bulb.
I duck into the shadows away from all the eyes still staring at me. I knew that this man was dead now. That was all I needed to know. They had thought that I was dating the man. That obiously says that his disguise is a woman. How odd how most off us look like the opposite gender.
Here's my application!
Name- Riol Carver
Disguise Name- John Vaer
Age- 32
Death Age- 24
Death Reason- Murdered by an enemy
Skills- A master of weaponry, knowing a lot about poisons and exotic items and materials. He also has experience with deados, knowing some of their dark magic and skills, in fact using some of their dark magic for his own work and also some experience with hand to hand combat.
Gender- Male
Disguise Gender- Male
Appearance-
Weaknesses- Not very social due to his jobs, and is quite lonely, which disappoints and makes him sad sometimes. He also has a bad past with his past wife, just trying not to remember it. He smokes and drinks as well sometimes. He also has made a lot of enemies in the past, due to his jobs.
Likes- Getting jobs for assassinations and tinkering with weapons.
Dislikes- When I get outsmarted or tricked. I also don't like it if I have accidentally underestimated someone, and encountering a powerful deado.
Personality- Cool like, I always try to stay calm. I also like to explore and build new things, hence me being a weapon tinkerer.
Regular Dead Or Deado- Regular dead.
Bio- An assassin, who works for anyone who pays him good enough except for long time enemies and deados. He has been known to kill a lot of people, whether secretly poisoning them, or using a sniper rifle. The police had been longing to catch up to him, but never been able to catch him. One day however, a mob boss finally got to him and tortured him, cutting scars on his arms. At the end he was killed by him. He still however, tries to keep his death a secret and still works for people, whether they know he's dead or not. He used to have a wife in his dark past, and he tries to forget about that. He also works in his free time as a deado hunter.
I see some people yelling at two other people. I walk up to the crowd. "What's going on?" I said. It looked like a small riot.
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We are currently in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. This is where Toronto is on the map:
So, basically, U.S. dollars will work where you are now.))
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I glanced behind me. I was still wearing my sunglasses. I had been the dead person to rule this town. It seemed more people were showing up. Or I simply never saw them. Usually dead people can tell who is dead and who is not. They get more pale when they die. I cut into a crowd of people to loose the person following me. He did not seem to be a deado. Me the follower was now being followed. Now we could not have that now could we? I walk to a tall building. I could loose them easily here.
He saw through him. It was a disguise. She might be a deado, but she looked nice. Just to be sure however, a knife slid out of his long sleeves, he hid it as he held onto it, just for safety. He stopped at the tall building, noticing that she might have seen him. Not caring, he followed her, tossing his cigarette away.