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Post by Pat on Jul 25, 2009 2:21:04 GMT 12
Humanity’s Last Stand
Human Bio
Name: Tom Dunn. Age: 19 Gender: Male
Personality: Guess you’ll just have to figure it out as we go along.
Appearance: Tom is about 5’8, a little shorter then average. He wears a short-sleeved, dark gray shirt underneath a black sweat-jacket he found. He also wears dark gray jeans and brown hiking boots that come up to his knees. All of his clothing is usually covered in sweat, blood, dirt, and rips. His skin is still pretty pale from being in the vault so long, but he has a light tan.
Tom’s eyes are dark, with moderate length hair that is the same color. His hair falls down over his eyes, with a slight curve to the left. His teeth are beginning to go yellow, but are still pretty straight. He’s missing a tooth in the back but it’s unnoticeable. He is pretty thin, considering his height, but isn’t scrawny. All in all, he’s a moderately handsome kind of guy, with a bunch of cuts, bruises, and a layer of dirt covering most of him.
Power: Pyrokinesis. Or, you could always call it “Fiya!”.
Spirit Civilization: British Empire.
Spirit Personality: Adam, his spirit, is pretty snobby at most times, deeming himself “above the squabbling of the world.” But once he gets to know you, he’ll calm down a bit, and might even be a little tiny bit friendly. He’ll tell you what he really thinks of you, no matter how it’ll make you feel.
Spirit Appearance: Adam is a few inches taller than Tom, and a bit more on the muscular side. He has straight, shiny white teeth that are almost hypnotizing, as well as light blue eyes and blonde hair that is back in a ponytail, tied with a silver bow. He wears a dark blue vest that is usually buttoned up to his chin, as well as black breeches and a long sleeved white shirt underneath the vest, also buttoned up to his chin. To top it off, he wears one of those triangle hats that’s dark blue, and brown boots underneath his breeches.
History: Never. Other: Nope.
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Post by Pat on Jul 25, 2009 3:48:52 GMT 12
Non-bio. Assassin’s Song. A young man, maybe in his early twenties, stood slightly inside the doorway of a shop, watching as a mounted patrolman wandered by on his horse. He sighed. There were so many more patrols these days. Most of the time, the guards scared away his customers. They had a threat right under their noses, and didn’t realize it yet. Tom Dunn shook his head. As a former assassin, he was probably the greatest threat of all in this tiny little town. Not that anyone would find out. Those who knew he actually existed thought he was dead by now. Silently, he pulled out his Chalumeau and began playing it. It was a quick tune that drifted between sad and happy, and after a minute of playing it, he simply disappeared. The music never stopped though. A jar of pickles fell over, crashing onto the ground. The merchant who was selling them swore, assuming it was the wind. Of course, it wasn’t. The music stopped suddenly and Tom reappeared on the other side of the road in midstride, the Chalumeau gone. It was as if he was in an invisible bubble and he had simply stepped out of it. He quickly continued down the road, his light brown hair being tousled by the wind. His eyes, darker then his hair, scanned the road ahead of him. There was no sign of the patrolman anymore. He rubbed his scruffy beard, then dropped his hand back to his side. Wordlessly, he turned into a store that was marked with a picture of a shirt. It was, quite obviously, a clothing store. A few minutes later, he walked back outside, dressed in all black. He wore a short sleeved shirt, a hooded cloak, and breeches, as well as dark brown boots. There was a short, curved sword visible at his waist, as well as a throwing knife. He was walking with the slightest hint of a limp. As he continued down the path, he remembered what had happened almost exactly. Kyro stared at Tom, shaking his head. “Why are you doing this?” Tom shrugged. “I don’t want to continue with this.” Kyro nodded once. “Neither do I. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to leave.” He paused. Tom said nothing. “You do understand what this means, then? That I’m going to have to kill you.” Tom nodded. “Actually, I’ll do it for you.” And with that, he stepped back, off the cliff. He splashed down into the water hundreds of feet below and Kyro watched, shaking his head again. “Why would you do something so stupid?” He asked to the world in general. Not many people would’ve survived that fall. As it happened, Tom didn’t escape unscathed. He had been working on getting rid of the limp in his left leg for over a year now. Anyway, back to the flashback. Tom washed up on shore a few days later, barely conscious, very sunburnt, and pretty badly messed up. He had been almost unable to walk on his left leg, so he had to crawl to the nearest village. Once there, the caretakers had watched over him for weeks as he made a slow recovery. He had gotten a new Chalumeau while he was recovering, as his old one had been destroyed in the fall. After two or three months in the small village, he bid them farewell, leaving to go to a busier one so he wouldn’t be as obvious. His limp had been somewhat more pronounced back then. Now he made his way back to his stall, heading into a back room. He gathered up his small amount of supplies, including a compound bow and two dozen arrows. He slung the quiver over his shoulder, holding the compound bow. Then he went out the back door, finding his small, shaggy, barrel-chested horse resting where it always was. It was well rested, fed, and clean. He slung up into the saddle, landing easily. He was a pretty decent rider. And with that, he clicked his heels into the horse’s sides, and it set off at an easy trot, down the road. It was time for him to move again. He didn’t stay secretly alive by lying low in one place for his entire life. If he did that, they were bound to find him. (( www.tonydixonmusic.co.uk/catalogue/shoppix/gr2751.jpg That’s what a Chalumeau looks like.))
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Post by Pat on Jul 27, 2009 8:57:06 GMT 12
Biography-
Name- Adam Games
Age- 17
Gender- Male
Reason for Prodigy- His imitations were near perfect.
Power- He can change his appearance and voice at his will. He doesn’t know this yet, but if the person he is copying at the moment dies, then he will die too.
Appearance- Adam isn’t very big. He is roughly 5’9, weighing about 160 pounds. He is just above scrawny, with a very thin layer of muscle covering his body. With pale blonde hair and sightless, light blue eyes, he is moderately handsome. His hair comes down, just brushing the tops of his eyes, and is naturally angled to the left.
Anyway. Adam usually wears dark, simple clothing, consisting of tight, dark grey jeans and a black t-shirt. Whenever he morphs, his clothing changes as well. He usually has on black, Aviator sunglasses. For shoes, he wears black chucks with white laces.
Personality- Nope. I’ll reveal it as we go.
Pet?- Too much responsibility.
Short History (opt)- Yea. Righhhhtt.
Other- =P
Went blind in the accident, can morph other people as well, hates sympathy, parents died when he was young.
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Post by Pat on Jul 29, 2009 8:14:12 GMT 12
Bio formats, wewt-
Player format-
Name: Daniel. He never knew his parents, so he doesn’t have a last name. Age: 26. Gender: Male Race: Human
Appearance: Daniel has light blue eyes, as well as longish, pale blonde hair. The bangs of his hair fall down to the tips of his eyes. He is around six foot, with pale skin and a few freckles scattered along his arms and nose. His nose looks to have been broken before, but only has a slight angle. It’s unnoticeable unless you look at him for awhile.
Daniel’s relatively skinny, with a bit of muscle all around. Not much, though. He prefers speed and agility over power and strength. His usual clothing is dark gray skinny jeans, dark sneakers, and a long-sleeved black shirt with a small V-neck and cuffs. When on board his ship, he sacrifices his jeans for black pants that give him a little leeway when he needs to move, but are somewhat tight around the thighs. Also, if he’s going to a hot planet, he’ll wear a lighter shirt. He wears boots, too. He always has a sweat jacket on, coordinated to match his shirt and pants.
Weapons & Armour: Daniel carries two guns as well as a heavy throwing knife. His first gun is an assault rifle with three different modes; single shot, three shot burst, and automatic. Attached is a scope with 5x zoom, thermal vision and night vision. The gun has a small flashlight attached to the bottom.
Inside, there are three types of bullets, ten of each. It alternates, so it’s set up that when he shoots, the first bullet is the first type, the second is the second type, and so on. The first type of bullet is standard, with a modified top so that it pierces armour easily. It’s nowhere near tank-piercing, but it’ll get through a bullet proof vest.
The second bullet is set up so that it explodes on impact. You better have some pretty good protection if you’re planning on facing him in a duel. The third bullet is filled with poison. So the first bullet will pierce your armour, the second will blow a big hole in it, and the third will wedge itself into you, releasing poison into your body and killing you slowly. And then, if that doesn’t work, he always has his knife. He also carries a single shot pistol that fires lasers.
As for armour, when Daniel is on duty he wears steel cuffs around his shins and forearms, and a hard leather chest plate. His boots have thin steel plates inside, as well as leather covering to still make it comfortable. His boots are his weak point, though, because the steel plate isn’t all that protective. It could probably be shattered with a couple of well placed shots. To top it off, he wears a helmet that covers a decent part of his head, made of hard leather. It covers the top of his head, as well as his temples. Then it comes down in between his eyes with a nose guard, and it comes down the sides of his face. It’s not much, but it helps.
Short History: Daniel grew up near a forest, constantly climbing trees. He was raised by a man who found him when he was a baby, who he called Uncle. Uncle died on Daniel’s sixteenth birthday, so Daniel begged the Federation Army to allow him to join. Reluctantly, they allowed him to go through a training program until he turned eighteen, when they allowed him to actually join the ranks of soldiers. He is now captain of his own ship.
Other: Yeah, sorry. I know he seems overpowered, so… I dunno.
Ship format-
Ship name: Black Raven
Ship appearance: The ship is about a hundred meters wide, and twice as long. It is shaped vaguely like a raven, and has two long wings, each fifty meters long. A large hangar area takes up a good deal of the interior, with a mess hall and the crew’s private rooms in the back, separated from the hangar by a long hallway. The control room is at the front of the ship, with the engine room underneath the hangar. The captain’s quarters are nearby the control room. The captain’s quarters are divided into a two rooms, one a bedroom and one a combined kitchen and dining room. The bedroom has a small cot, as well as a dresser, closet, and nightstand filled with Daniel’s personal belongings. The kitchen/dining room has a small oak table, surrounded by six chairs, two on each side and another two on the ends. There is also an oven, a microwave, and a rack filled with pots and pans, as well as cabinets filled with fine china and cooking supplies. There are bathrooms at regular intervals in the ship.
The mess hall is basically just a large room, filled with long benches and tables, as well as a buffet line at the front of the room. Bad as the food is compared to Daniel’s private chef, he usually chooses to dine with the lower ranks on board his ship. There are various windows in every room, providing a view of space. There are perhaps fifty rooms on the ship, all filled with four cots in each corner of the room. Each room contains four dressers, four benches, two closets, and four nightstands next to the cots.
Every room in the ship has airlocks, in case there is ever a hole in the ship. The hangar is empty, but has room for perhaps five hundred men to stand, shoulder to shoulder, with still enough room for a dozen, small ships. The two wings come out of the sides of the hangar. Underneath them are massive, airtight doors that lead into a large chamber, which has a further set of doors that leads into the hangar. The chamber is similar to one on a submarine, so they have some space to let out any nasty surprises space might have dragged in. There are four large jets that come out of the back of the ship, shaped like a raven’s tail.
Type of ship: Transport
Ship Armament: Not much. There are two sets of rockets on the front of the ship, both right below the control room, which has two windows that are the raven’s eyes. The ship also has two small machine guns on either side of the ship, underneath the doors, that can swivel a full 360 degrees. They fire lasers. Other then that, there are only really the ships the Black Raven is carrying.
((God. I went into WAY too much detail in both of those.))
((Forester. A race similar to humans, Foresters lived on Earth, hidden in the forest for centuries. Eventually, a foolish human stumbled upon them and told others about them. They look very much like humans, and are nature friendly. Living for so long among trees made them live off of natural resources and such, but after awhile among regular humans, they rely a little less on natural resources and have started to use human items, such as clothing. They are very stealthy, and have avoided detection until the past two hundred Years or so.))
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Post by Pat on Aug 3, 2009 2:40:15 GMT 12
Name: Daniel Evenie Age: 15 Gender: Male
Race: Shapeshifter. Daniel takes a long time to master the shifting to one animal or another. He needs a long period of rest between each shift, which generally becomes shorter and shorter as he ages. He specializes in shifting to wolves in particular.
Appearance: Daniel is about 5'7, with dark hair and eyes that match. His hair is fairly long, covering most of his left eye. It's angled so he can still see out of his right eye. Anyway, he's thin, just above the point of scrawny. His muscle isn't visible, but it's there. Yes, it's there. Daniel has fair complexion, his grandparents being from southern reaches of the world. There are no freckles visible on him. His face is fairly handsome, with high cheekbones and still some boyish roundness on his cheeks. He has a scar on his cheek, however, about three centimeters long. It stretches from the bottom of his right eye and curves a little.
Anyway. For clothing, Daniel wears a sleeveless gray jerkin, as well as a hooded black cloak. The cloak isn't really black, just a very dark shade of blue. It just looks black, unless you're very observant. For pants he wears loose black trousers, along with knee high riding boots. All of his clothing is loose, allowing him to shift more easily. His clothing rarely gets ripped when he shifts, although he usually strips down beforehand. Underneath the jerkin, he wears a long sleeved black shirt that actually is black.
Weapons: Daniel carries a heavy longbow, as well as twenty four arrows in a leather quiver slung over his right shoulder. For backup, he keeps a throwing knife hidden in the sleeve of his shirt, as well as a large knife that is more like a short sword belted at his waist. He also carries an assortment of poisons in a small pouch hidden in a pocket in his cloak. He would carry swords and the like, but they're much harder to move around with silently.
Alignment: Neutral. He hasn't really picked yet.
Short History: Nope.
Other: Daniel has perfected the art of shifting to wolves and over large ravens. At the moment, he's working on shifting into a horse.
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Post by Pat on Aug 12, 2009 12:40:21 GMT 12
Bio format- Weeewwwt. Name: Daniel Monti. Age: Looks to be in his late twenties, is actually about two hundred years old. See Short History. Race: Nightkin Gender: Male Appearance: media.photobucket.com/image/cool+....rs/Leo.jpg?o=56 Except his hair and eyes are both dark brown, almost black, as well as the pale skin and all that. And the clothing is different. Instead of what he’s wearing, he usually walks around in a black suit jacket tailored so it fits him perfectly, if not a bit snugly. It is thinner than most, so it’s not as bulky and easier to move in. He also wears a dark t-shirt and jeans. For shoes, he wears dark boots that come up a bit past his ankle. As for his height, he stands around 5’10, give or take a few inches. And he’s a little less slim then in that picture. And he has several scars. And he doesn’t look so damn young. Weapons: Danny carries a silver, seven shot revolver in an inside pocket of his jacket. Three of the bullets are pure silver, one of them has a small amount of gunpowder inside that is ignited when it is fired, and therefore explodes on impact, and the other three chambers are filled with just plain bullets. He also carries a second revolver that he calls “Chance”, because it is loaded with only three bullets. One is a silver bullet, one’s a regular one, and one is the gunpowder one. The other four chambers are empty. He uses it for situations where he can’t decide whether to kill someone or let them live. His third and final weapon is a long, thin dagger with a heavy black hilt wrapped in leather. There is a small brass crosspiece on it, and it is balanced fairly well for throwing, not that it would do much except stun if the hilt hit someone. He uses it mainly to slip between someone’s ribs if they get too close. Short History: Daniel came over from England in the late 1700’s as an infant. He was actually George Washington’s son, but was hidden from the world. He was changed when he turned sixteen. After that he trained to be a soldier in the army and fought in the Civil War, the Revolutionary war, and the French and Indian war. Some vampires who were in the British army found him by the time the French and Indian war ended and wounded him mortally before he escaped. He has been in hiding ever since, having changed his name several times. Other: Yea, sorry. I know it’s short and crappy.
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Post by Pat on Aug 12, 2009 12:40:48 GMT 12
Bio format- Weeewwwt.
Name: James Queton Age: Around a hundred and fifty years old. Appears in his early twenties. Race: Gifted Gender: Male
Appearance: James takes on the appearance of a young man. He has dark hair that covers his eyes, which match his hair in color. His hair is thin and curves slightly to the left at the tips. His fingernails have gradually transformed into claws, as well as his toenails. In his eyes, his pupils are barely visible because the irises are so dark. He usually dresses in a simple black suit, consisting of a white dress shirt, black suit jacket and pants, and a dark red tie. All of his clothing is silk, including the tie. His shoes are Italian in style, and were very expensive. And to cover his face, he wears a large rimmed black hat that is usually tilted slightly forward, concealing his eyes. There is a pure white feather sticking out of the top. He doesn’t like leaving any part of him exposed to the sun, and wears tough, black leather gloves that are pretty beat up but still protect him. There are small, steel spikes at the knuckles, about an inch long and thick.
Weapons: His psychic abilities and sometimes his physical strength. He might occasionally use a stray pipe or something. He does, however, carry a small sledgehammer. His physical strength may be low in vampire standards, but he’s still many times stronger than a human, and he can still crack a few skulls open with that baby.
Short History: James was changed when he was around twenty, then a hunter killed the vampire that had changed him and simply left James there, completely ignoring him. James didn’t discover until later that the vampire that had changed him covered him in a cloaking spell, hiding him from the hunter’s view. Anyway, he disappeared into the city, yadda yadda yadda. You get the point.
Other: N/A
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Post by Pat on Aug 14, 2009 9:32:59 GMT 12
Daniel ran through the forest, his high agility and dexterity allowing him to slip past the trees without a scratch, even running as fast as he was. His dark hair was windblown, the bangs flying back into his eyes even when he brushed them away. They were curling slightly to the left though, which helped keep some of it out of his right eye. Eventually, he skidded to a stop in a small clearing, scanning the area around him with eyes the same color as his hair. His clothing, consisting of jeans and a sweat jacket, were pretty much the same color, both a dark gray. Underneath the jacket he wore a black t-shirt. Anyway. Daniel’s eyes sparkled as he caught side of the young deer he had been hunting. The heavy knife he kept strapped to his boot was good for throwing, but he liked to keep the serrated edge sharp for close encounters. Instead, he figured he’d use his crossbow. As he dropped to one knee, the deer’s head swiveled to look at him. Slowly, his hand crept to the quiver of arrows he kept at his waist. He drew an arrow, gently sliding it into the specially customized barrel of the crossbow. The other four slots were empty. He figured he’d only need one for right now. If he had to, he could always finish it with his knife. Bringing the crossbow up, he took aim. The deer stared at him for a moment, watching to see what he would do. In one smooth, practiced movement, he pulled the trigger and fired, watching the arrow fly towards its target. At least, that’s what should have happened. But as his finger pressed down on the trigger, pain coursed through his body and he fell onto his side, unable to move. His crossbow fell out of his hands and landed about a foot above his head. The arrow was sent into a large oak tree near the deer, who bounded away in fright. Daniel began shaking terribly, violent tremors wracking his entire body. After a long, painful hour, he eventually fell unconscious. He welcomed the darkness, as it was the only thing that kept him from the pain, hiding him from it. As he withdrew inside himself, his skin began to pale and his four canines began to elongate. His features became sharper and more handsome, as was the custom with vampires. Seconds before he passed out, Daniel’s eyes spotted the mark on his forearm glowing crimson. Strange. It had never done that before.
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Post by Pat on Aug 21, 2009 9:55:07 GMT 12
Biography-
Name- Ford Ascente
Age- Late forties. Ask him for the exact age.
Tribe- Islandoate
Appearance- Ford is short, about 5’3. His limbs are thick, especially his neck and arms. His entire body is bulging with pure muscle, even his ears. Now that we’re done with the general outline of his body, moving on to his facial features. He has cold, dark gray eyes that are usually devoid of any emotion. His mouth is permanently set in a scowl. He has a thick, hooked nose. Covering his chin and mouth is a mustache-and-beard combo, both of which are mostly black but have ever-increasing amounts of gray hairs in them, as does his hair which hangs down to his shoulders. The bangs are cut short, exposing a wrinkled forehead. His hair and mustache-and-beard combo both looks as if he cut them with his knife. Moving on to clothing, Ford wears a dark green cloak, with spots of gray and black scattered throughout to help him blend in with the background. The hood of the cloak is up most of the time, obscuring his features. If you’re ever around when the cloak slips to reveal his clothing underneath, you’ll see a plain white button-up shirt, covered in spots of dirt, as well as black trousers and heavy boots that come up to just below his knee. Hanging on the left side of his waist is a double knife scabbard, the smaller throwing knife situated on top of the heavier, thicker knife. It is positioned so that he can draw his knife with his right hand with limited trouble. His leather quiver, filled with two dozen arrows, is situated on his right shoulder. And his ever present bow is either in his hands or attached via two loops on the back of his cloak. It is always strung. His arrows have a black band near the head, which is bristling with tiny hooks, so it is virtually impossible for the victim to remove the arrow from their wound. All in all, he’s a short, grizzled old man with a nasty temper, who cuts his hair with his own knife, and has huge muscles from years of drawing his bow.
Personality (opt)- Nope. You’ll figure it out once you meet him.
Short History- So far, he has explained very little about his past to anyone, including his son.
Other- He is Daniel’s father. Also, he never wears gloves when he handles his bow.
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Biography-
Name- Daniel Ascente
Age- 17
Tribe- Islandoate
Appearance- Daniel has short, dark brown hair. The sides and back are shorter than the top, where his bangs go down to the tops of his eyes. He likes to keep it short so he doesn’t have to deal with it when traveling great distances. He keeps his face clean shaven, and is actually relatively handsome. His nose is slightly crooked, though, from a blow during a raid on one of the Temujai’s villages. Daniel’s mouth is usually set in a smile, unlike his father. His eyes are a dark hazel color. His clothing and weapons are the same as his father’s, except his boots only go up to his ankles. His arrows are slightly different, too. They are marked with a dark gray band near the heavy metal head, which has three small barbs on it, two on opposite sides and one on the head, so as to make it harder for the victim to pull it out. There are also several tiny barbs, which are designed to stick in the victim’s internal organs. He carries twenty seven arrows, instead of the normal two dozen that his father has. One of the arrows has a lighter head than the others, which is wrapped in cloth, so as to easily be flammable if there is a flame source nearby and some kind of oil. The other two have heavier heads than normal, and are missing the three main barbs, instead just having dozens of tiny hooks on it. The arrows are armor piercing, and are designed to snag on the flesh or cloth underneath. Daniel’s height exceeds his father’s, standing at a whopping 6’0! He is less stocky than his father, even though his muscles are developed and powerful from years of practicing with his bow and knives, and his movements tend to have a certain grace to them.
Personality- Generally outgoing and nice. I’m not gonna explain it here. Meet him if you want to know.
Short History- He was born, never knew his mother, and grew up constantly practicing with his bow and knives. His skill is uncanny, but still amateur compared to his father’s. Not much else that’s interesting.
Other- He is Ford’s son. His mother is unknown. He wears thin sheepskin gloves to protect his hands from his bow and the cold when he travels to colder regions.
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Post by Pat on Aug 21, 2009 15:21:18 GMT 12
Daniel Longfisher leaned over the counter, drawing the heavy butcher’s knife from the knife block. He straightened up, then paused, weighing the 8” blade in his hand. Satisfied it would work in a fight, he tucked it into his belt, opposite his M1911. His father had fought in WWII and found it on the battlefield, bringing it back for his son when he came of age.
Daniel, having just turned nineteen last month, had been assigned to be the head chef and fisherman on the S.S. Sinkman. He had been a bit reluctant to go at first, because of its name, but had swallowed his fear and embarked. Now he was beginning to regret that. The corded muscles in his arms and legs from years of hauling nets full of fish onto the deck of a boat would provide sufficient protection against any enemies, but he would have preferred if he were safe and sound, rather than stranded.
Daniel jogged along the corridors of the ship, his bluish-black hair covering most of his eyes. From what could be seen, though, his eyes were a dark gray. His height of roughly 6’2 gave him a sufficient advantage when it came to fights, as it usually served to intimidate his opponents, as did his lean and muscular form. His towering chef’s hat gave him a few extra inches, but it tended to snag on things, like lanterns hanging from the ceiling. He swore as he tried to pull free but only succeeded in burning himself by spilling hot wax on his forearm. He sighed, ripping the hat off and continuing down the hallway at a brisk walk.
He was currently dressed in a stiff white jacket with a folded collar overtop of a black t-shirt and white pants, as well as black dress shoes. The apron he wore he untied now, wrapping it into a ball and tucking it into his jacket. He could always use it later. As he went, he saw an emergency box on the wall, inside which was a sledgehammer, almost a meter in length.
Daniel drew the knife from his belt, using the hilt to smash the glass on the box. He withdrew the sledgehammer, sliding it into his belt after some arranging. His gun was now positioned in the small of his back, still within easy reach if he needed it. After that, he continued through the ship until he came to the starboard side. From there, he scanned the island, his eyes instantly lighting on the small shelter. He slid down a ladder, then jogged in the direction of it. When he was a few meters away, he stopped and called out, “Hey there! Is there anyone in there?”.
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