Natural Justice

[Solarized]

“In certain extreme situations, the law is inadequate. In order to shame its inadequacy, it is necessary to act outside the law. To pursue... natural justice. This is not vengeance. Revenge is not a valid motive, it's an emotional response. No. Not vengeance. Punishment."

Frank Castle A.K.A The Punisher

That was now over ten years ago. Frank Castle went on to wage his war on crime, vowing never to rest or fall from the path that stood infront of him. Day by day a new name would fill in the obituaries page of the local paper and day day by crime would leave from a street.

However crime has never been one to sit down and crawl back into the dark shadows from where it came. Frank would find himself pursued by hitmen, mobsters, armies, even S.H.E.I.L.D had a ransom on his head so big that mercenaries and some superheros went after him. Frank was at a stalemate, he was too good to be killed, but his efforst were all in vain as crime would come back no matter how hard he tried.

Taking this on hand Frank went on "holiday" for six months, leaving the war behind and vanishing from the world. During this time Frank travelled the world, recruiting some of the finest soldiers, police officers, secret agents and mercenaries that agreed with his tactics. He personally trained them in everything he knew and sent them out to cleanse the world of evil.

However, a chosen few were taken to form a small commando like team to destroy those that even Frank had trouble getting to. In his own words he would say that he could do it himself, but the truth was that he needed to train a new group of "Punishers" for when he couldn't fight the war anymore. Brandishing the name Namtural Justice on the squad he left one final note in his journal before he set back out to destroy crime.

"If crime thought it had won....then it was wrong. You see what they haven't realised is that they are no longer fighting one man. They are now fighting an army. Justice will be done."

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Rules:
No godmodding/powerplaying
Be literate
Have fun
If you join please participate
No one-liners
No unknown past crap as well

Template:
Name:
Age: (21-30)
Gender:
Appearence:
Personality:
Nationality
Previous affiliament: (Where was your character before he joined Natural Justice. NYPD, american army, secret service, russian kgb etc.)
Speciality: (Interrogation, sniping, demolitions)
Bio:

I'll post my bio if others decide to join.

 

[Wallflower]

Name: Chaos
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearence: http://www.icybrian.com/fanart/manda...akyvincent.jpg
Personality: Cold, straight to the point, does what needs to be done.
Nationality: Japanese
Previous affiliament: US Delta Force
Speciality: Stealth Assasination
Bio: Chaos doesn't like to partake his history in most people, partially because it's incredibly traumatizing. Chaos always lived in Kyoto with his parents, an only child. Since his parents were Political Activists, they were considered enemies of the government, and therefore were killed. Chaos had to grow up fending for himself, and learned to appreciate silence. Growing up, he was often the target of killers, for the reason that he may follow in his parents footsteps. He moved to the US to get away from the attempts on his life, and he enrolled in the Delta Force, until he heard of a new group called Natural Justice. He looked for Frank Castle, and teamed up with him.

 

[Zato]

Name: Fayt Reno (Goes by Reno)
Age: 21
Gender: male
Appearence: http://dryman.canalblog.com/images/reno.jpg
Personality: Reno goes by what he thinks is right and wrong. He protects the innocent and defeats the bad guys. He's a nice, friendly guy if you get to know him. He can be cocky at times and extremely overconfident but, he does get the job done.

Nationality: Japanese/American
Previous affiliament: NYPD
Speciality: Undercover inteligence, and gunmen

Bio: Fayt Reno was born in California, USA. He lived with his Japanese Mother and American father. He was always picked on because he was part japanese so, he was always in fights. He got kicked out of many schools. Because of this, his family moved to New York which was not good as well.

At age fifteen, Reno had robbed a store and shot the store owner but, he didn't kill the man. Reno was caught and sent to Juvinile for a bit. Three years later Reno got out and finished High school. He became interested in the NYPD. One day he was walking home and saw a cop get shot in the leg by a man. Reno knew this was his chance to get into the NYPD with having to go through any trouble. Reno picked up a brick and threw it at the man. It hit his leg and he fell. Reno ran over to the cop, picked up the gun, and the man began to run. Reno aimed the gun like he was pro and shot the man in the leg.

The man fell and the cop got up and arrested the man. The cop liked how Reno helped and he recommanded him. At first the cheif was worried because of his back ground but, he gave him a job. Reno was a asset to the NYPD. He was mainly an undercover. At age 19 he took up a undercover job to stop a very large drug ring. He became deep in the case and was about to solve it. He had fell in love with the target's friend. She was beautiful and Reno couldn't help it. She wanted to get out of the drug ring so, she helped Reno.

Reno kept the drug ring from killing people and they didn't suspect him until the girl told on him. Reno was forced to be brutal and he beat Gio and the girl. NYPD was happy he had taken down the biggest cime lord ever to grace NY but he was suspended for brutal force. Frank Castle had been watching Reno like he did everyone else and he offered Reno a spot as the undercover intelligence. Reno accepted andwas part of the team.

 

[Solarized]

Name: James Drake
Age: 28
Gender: Male

Appearence: James stands at about five foot eleven inches tall. His weight is normal for a male his age and he constantly works out to maintain his level of fitness. His hair is extremly scruffy, the dark almost black like hair often hangs over his soul peircing brown eyes. On his arm he has a large scar running from the elbow to the top of his shoulder.

Personality: James is an extremly determined individual. He often does everything in his power to make sure that the right outcome is acheived, so much so that he would even take upon missions himself to make sure it gets done. This often leads him to isolate his team and act cold towards them, though he truely believes that their lives are just as important as those that are innocent.

Nationality: English
Previous affiliament: British Secret Service
Speciality: Combat Strategist, Leadership skills

Bio: Born in Manchester England, James lived with his parents and older brother. There he lived a fairly quiet life. His father was a teacher and his mother a doctor. They pulled in enough money to be classed as middle class and help support James through school.

James was a gifted student, top of his class and very athletic as well. The teachers said he could go on to do anything he wanted, however after school he chose to join the army instead of going to college and university. Nobody really knew why he chose this decision, it's one which he still keeps to himself today.

In the army James continued his reputation of being the best. Best in his training squad, best in the ranges, best in practically everything. He was highly trained in various martial arts and capable of using any weapon with a barrel, ammo and a trigger. This quickly led to him going on his first tour of Afghanistan. There he rarely saw any action, despite the area, however one day reporst filed in that a squad member had been captured while on patrol. The squad were given strict orders to hold their ground however James had other ideas. Sneaking out of the base he made his way to the terrorists hideout and rescued various hostages while keeping the fatality rate at zero. His bravery however only earned him a court marshall for disobeying orders. James could only see that he was being punished for doing the right thing but he went along with the decision.

After spending two months inside an army prison James walked out to find an offer waiting for him by MI6, the British Secret Service. In James they saw a talent which they could use to their advantage. Accepting the offer james found himself going all around the world performing secret missions in England, Australia, Japan, Iraq, Russia, Cuba, America, Brazil China and various other countries. However his past would sooner or later make another reappearence in his life.

Once again while on a mission he was forced with a difficult decision, either eliminate the target he was expected to kill or save the life of an innocent women from corrupt soldiers who intended on raping her. James took the decision to kill the soldiers and save the women, but MI6 didn't appreciate that. They quickly removed James from the field and expelled him from MI6.

A few days later he received a phone call from none other then Frank Castle, the Punisher. It seemed that Frank had been keeping an eye on James since his daring rescue mission in Afghanistan and saw that his determination to save the innocent was perfect for his current plan. James was quickly on a plane to New York where he met Frank in an abandoned warehouse, soon to be home for his latest weapon against organised crime, Natural Justice. He offered James the posistion of team leader and James gladly accepted, hoping that the world would become a better place without the scum on the planet running around like a virus. Taking his gun he watched as Frank pulled the best from around the planet and brought them to Natural justice before ttraining and eventually leaving them to carry out his master plan.

 

[NYC16]

Name: Ralaya Jordan
Age: 22
Gender: girl of course
Appearence:

Personality: sweet and caring but can be stubborn and determined
Nationality: American but has Russian decent
Previous affiliament: secret service
Speciality: interogation
Bio: Ralaya was raised by her father. Her father worked as part of the FBI. After her mother's death her father resigned from the force and drinking became his friend. Ralaya was determined not to have the same fate and fight of justice of the innocent.

 

[The Big Lovin']

Can we be already made marvel characters? Not like ones with super powers or anything but just use ones that already exsist and fix thier story with this one?

 

[Puddle Jumper]

Template:

Name: Lucas Sawyer
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearence: ((the guy)) http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mo/thetransporterbig.jpg
Personality: Always living by rules. He is a cool guy that is forced to keep to himself becouse of his profession
Nationality: Unknown
Previous affiliament: U.S. S.E.A.L.
Speciality: Transportation mainly, Martial arts and gunman if nescesary
Bio:

Lucas was born in a military family where both his parents were in the army. His mother was a driver and his father a high ranked general. And, becouse of these reasons, Lucas send to the United States where he would be raised by relatives. Unfortunatly, they raised him wrong. He came in contact with the police more often than you could say illegal. All in all, one day he went to far and the court had send him to the military at the age of 17. As Lucas became better in the army, he also gained more welth. And when he was asigned to the U.S. S.E.A.L.'s, Lucas had gathered a small fortune. And due to unfortunate circumstances, Lucas was discharged from the army. Seeing as what he did could come around and bite him in the ass, Lucas changed his last name to Sawyer. Lucas needed to obtain some quick cash so he became a transporter. A person who would transport anything for the right price. He bought a BMW 750i sporting a 12 cilinder engine and he made the exteriour of the car bulletproof. Hi three main rules are: Rule Number one: Never change the deal. Rule number two: No names. Rule number 3: Never look in the package. With this in mind, he transported alot of things and his excelletn martial skills and gunslinging skills came in handy. After a year or two, Lucas descided to back down. And seeing as nobody knew his name or nobody even wanted to know his name, he slid out with ease. But for all that he has done, he had to pay the price. Nightmares haunted him of what he had seen and sometimes even do. And at that time he descided to take justice into his own hands. A few moments later he was contacted by Frank Castle.

 

[Solarized]

A few things. First i've edited my earlier post with my bio, second thanks for joining puddle jumper and finally, your idea is intruiging Trig. I'd like to see what you have in mind, though i just want to point out that thre is a chance that various Marvel characters could appear sooner or later as NPC's.

 

[Puddle Jumper]

it was no problem at all. Besides, I like how saddistic The Punisher can get ... And now I that i have read that template again I have to say sorry ... Wowser those are alot of typo's. I want to take this opportunity and say: That won't happen again

 

[The Big Lovin']

Well I wanted to use a character named deadpool. He does have a power but I wouldn't say its major or anything its just the ablity to heal wounds and grow back limbs. Besides that hes a mercenary. So he would be a good candidate. I got his bio off a web site and read it so I pretty much know enough about him now to alter his story to merge with this one. Iff you want the web site of where I got this info the link is here.
http://images.google.com/imgres?img...ev=/images?q=deadpool&svnum=10&hl=en&lr=&sa=X

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Name: Wade Wilson A.K.A Deadpool
Age: unkown
Gender: Male
Appearence:

Personality: He is a mystrious man, not much is known about him. His big mouth gets him in and out of alot of trouble.
Nationality: American
Previous affiliament: mercenary
Specialityeadpool is an extraordinary hand-to-hand combatant and is skilled with both blades and guns. He uses a teleportation device to whisk him in and out of danger. He is a great and deadly assasain keeping to the shadows like a ninja.
Bio: Wade Wilson was a mercenary in love with a beautiful young mutant girlfriend named Vanessa Carlyle, who loved him just as much. Unfortunately, Deadpool left his love with a promise from the Weapon X Project to cure his cancer in exchange for his services.

The experiment was a success and Wade was rid of the cancer that was eating at him. The experimental drug he was given, induced a very special regenerative ability that now permits him to heal at a superhuman rate. The trade off for this miracle was the mutilation of his whole epidermis (skin). Wade in disgust of his newly acquired appearance gave himself the name of Deadpool.

(Now this is where the tweaking of his story comes in.)

After various missions from Toliver, the first person he cotracted with as a mercenary, he returned to his love Vanessa, only to find her dead. After some research he came to suspect a large international crime syndicate who she happened to run into a week before busting them for a large shiping of drugs and weapons.

He had travled for a while with him gathering more information on the syndicate and how they work. By this time he ran into Frank Castle A.K.A "The Punisher" when he was disapearing off the globe for awhile. He had told deadpool about what he was doing and Deadpool told him about Vanessa and the crime syndicate. Frank gave him a proposal that if he would join his croup and help him search for soliders to train that he would help find this syndicate he was talking about. Deadpool agred to this taking his motives along with Punisher's to form "Natraul Justice".

That bio was just an example of what im talking about but if possible I would like to use it.

 

[Solarized]

Love the Deadpool idea. It'll be good to such a sarcastic character as Deadpool set in a typically dark and broody world that the Punisher usually sets. I'll start the RP now.

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Why won't this world stop producing evil? Why must it always use people as it's pawns to spread it's corrupt message around? Why....................

Those thoughts were rudely intterupted by the sounds of gun shots ringing in the air from all over the building. Firefights were happening on every floor as the thinking man proceeded forward with both Wolfram P2K's ready for any peice of scum to appear and if any did appear, then it would be the last action they would take.

The man, known as James Drake, walked forward, his body covered in black and white tactical armour and holsters full of knives and guns. His hair hung loosely over his eyes as he targeted two more servant's of evil. On his face was a small microphone which was connected to an earpeice and radio. In his earpeice he could hear more bullets, though he really didn't need the radio for that.

Firing off two shots from his guns he found the back wall instantly decrated from a boring grey to a violent blood red. The place of this fight was a small apartment building in the heart of Washington D.C. It was widely known as being a drug house, which poduced and sold most known drugs on the market. Buyer's would go to great lengths to feed their addictions going as far as rape and murder to finance their habbit. This place was a prime target for a good night's work.

After a minute James reached the end of the corridor and realised that he had "cleansed" the floor of anything evil and corrupt. Holstering one of his guns he placed his hand over his right ear and spoke clear and loud into the microphone.

"Third floor clear. Everyone report your situation."

 

[Puddle Jumper]

A young man, no older than 19, crawled towards a oakwood doar leaving behind him a trail of blood and intestants. His normally brown eyes were now covered in blood and his short black hair was now nearly all gone because of a bullet coming from a dessert eagle. This deagle had fired a bullet that pierced through the mans skull and obliterated half of his scalp. Odly enough, the man was still alive. Even after he nearly was sliced in half by his partners axe. Sawyer put away the deagle into it's holster and he walked up to the dying man. Whilst fixing his tie, he looked down to the man and felt no regrets. This man brought drugs on the street which destroyed the lives of those who are young. The drugs destroyed homes, carrieres and innocents. Sawyer felt no regrets for what he has done to this man. He only regrets that he had been mild to this fool. Sawyer descided to finish the job by stomping the bottom of his heavy shoe on the head of the young man. A short shout of pain was silenced by the gorging sound of a man drowning in his own blood. his heart stopped beating and all life dissapeared from his eyes which were filled with fear but a moment ago. Sawyer placed his finger at his earpiece after he heard James reporting that he had finished his own floor.
'Fourth floor clear.' He said. Perhaps it was best if he covered the stairs from his own floor. Therefore he kicked besides the lifeless body of his latest kill and he opened the door by turning the in blood covered knob. Sawyer took the Deagle from its holster and he made his way back to the stairway.

 

[The Big Lovin']

The stench of the air would make any normal person keel over with over whelming cense of death. The blood covered rooms filled with decapitated heads and bodies filled with so many bullet holes that steam was rising from the burning flesh of the bodies. Deadpool sheathed his sword and let the strap holding the mp5 rest on his shoulders. “Mmmmmm, smells like momma’s good ol home cooking” he said to himself. In the corner of his eye he saw movement towards a door that lead to the stairs. A man about his mid 30’s with dirtied blond hair with blood dripping from his brown trench coat.

The man began to run down the stairs and as he turned to go down the seconded flight there stood deadpool with his mp5 in hand pointing at the mans head. The mans eyes grew wide full of dreading death. He turned around and ran back upstairs and opened the door he came into but as he opened the door his eye hit the barrel of a gun. He left eye-starring strait down the barrel of a gun and his other eye starring strait at deadpool. “Please don’t kill me, please don’t, I swear I won’t do drugs again” The man pleaded and cried. His tears ran down his face and into the guns barrel. Deadpool put his gun down and said to the man “I’ll give you 10 seconds to get out of here”. “Only ten sec…” “ten” interrupted deadpool. The man turned around and head down the stairs with his pants soaked with his own urine.

Deadpool began to countdown “ 9, 8, 7…..”. The sound of a gunshot rang though the stairs. The dead man rolled down the stairs hitting the wall at the end of the first flight of stairs. “Oops, my finger slipped” he said with a malicious laugh. A flash of light appeared in deadpools place and he was gone. He re-appeared behind james on the equally blood stained 3rd floor. He pressed his back against the wall with his arms crossed and his left foot crossed over his right. “Looks like everything is good down here. Couldn’t hear you over the gunshots. 5th floors cleared too. So what’s next Drake?”

 

[Puddle Jumper]

“Looks like everything is good down here. Couldn’t hear you over the gunshots. 5th floors cleared too. So what’s next Drake?” Sawer heard Deadpool say. Perhaps it was time for him to go down as well. But, before going down, Sawyer took a cloth from his pocket and he wiped the drying blood from his hands as good as he could. He put back the now with blood stained cloth into his pocket and he went to the stairs in a slow tragic pase. Right as his hand touched the railing of the stairs, an eardeafening scream caught his undevided attention. Filled with intrest, Sawyer peaked around the corner. Another scream echoed through the hall and he descided to go down the hall and see into the room where the scream originated from.
'O God! Please no god please no. STOP!" He heard coming from the room. it was a womans voice. She sounded young and by the pureness of her voice Sawyer knew she had nothing to do with this mess. He drew his Deagle and now ran through the hall ready to shoot anything that looks suspicious. Right as he ran up to the door, the woman flew through the door and slammed against the wall. Sawyer saw that she was pure of heart and beatiful of body. But her eyes ... her eyes ...

In a world ruled by fear, you expect to see fear in people's eyes. But you never expect it to be fear of life. As said by a modern philosopher.

And that is what Sawyer saw in her eyes. She wanted to die, no matter what her future might hold. Even when she saw her savior, she still wanted to die. Sawyer noticed her body. Her once o so beautiful body covered with a sunny yellow dress was now a home for dozens of flesh eating insects that were eating from her deep and painfull wounds. Around her neck was a cold, steel chain and by that chain she was pulled back inside. Sawyer did not hesitate no more. the images popping up in head were forced back to the background where that always will be and he went into the room. There he saw a short man, bended over by a misformed spine. His teeth showed the classic things that characterise a cannibal. For once sawyer was horryfied ... whatever this woman had to endure, her soul was brutally scarred for life. When the cannibal noticed Sawyer in the room, his eyes filled with rage and hunger. it was obvious that the cannibal was under the influence of whatever drug was processed in this building
'i hope you are prepared to die.' He said more to the woman than to the cannibal. Two shots came from the deagle, leaving behind two corpses. Sawyer closed his eyes and placed his finger against his ear.
'I'll be at my car. Be carefull though, i've run across a stoned cannibal. It aint pretty.'

 

[Endgame]

Name: Arcage Knight
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearence: Arcage wears a futurastic suit similar to that worn by most S.H.E.I.L.D agents, in red and black. He has shoulder-length brown hair, blue eyes, and wears a dark visor.
Personality: Sarcastic and Pessamistic, Arcage is constantly pointing out the worst part of a situation, yet always manages to turn it into a joke.
Nationality: American
Previous affiliament: S.H.I.E.L.D
Speciality: Agility, Meele combat, Electronics
Bio: One of S.H.E.I.L.D's agents posted on the Frank Castle case, he was an expert team leader and mentor. However, during a confrontation with Castle, his whole team was wiped out by the Punisher, after they accidentally killed a civillian in an attempt to subdue him. Castle believed Knight to be innocent, and therefore spared him, leaving him with a cryptic message that, in time, began to reveal S.H.E.I.L.D's flaws. In time, the two met again, and joined forces. After several would-be confrontations between the two, they resolved their differences and reached an understanding.

Now, Frank has sought out the young S.H.I.E.L.D agent again, seeking his aid in this battle, and Arcage has left S.H.I.E.L.D, becoming a renegade.

 

[NYC16]

Ralaya just got off call, and was headed home. She had been up all night and was in need of rest. She didn't go straight home though, she went to the post office to see if a letter about a case in another town had pulled through. She opened her box but didn't see anything there but some bills. "Man, how am I supposed to find out these things if no one will tell me?", frustrated she slammed her box's door closed and locked it. She was headed out the door and towards her car. A man came in and held open the door for her, "Thanks." she said as she walked past him and out into the parking lot. "You're welcome ma'am.", he nodded and smiled. She didn't smile back but acknowledged him and got into her car. She was heading home when she heard on the radio about a case. Ralaya noticed it sounded alot like hers. "Who would tell the stupid radio station important information? It's supposed to be a secretive case.", she was even more upset now, she did a u-turn in the road and headed back to headquarters.

 

[Solarized]

ooc: Thanks for joining Zetsumi. Jump in anytime.

ic: James smirked at Deadpool as he teleported in and reported the situation on the top floor. The stench itself that started to fill the entire building was becoming foul, spawning from the hundred or so dead bodies that littered the floors and walls. Turning back to Deadpool he smiled and headed down the stairs for the basement while giving orders.

"Simple really Deadpool. Blow this place to kingdom come and leave. Sawer secure the exit and wait for us ok.""

His last remark was aimed at Sawer as he pressed his earpeice further into his ear to use the radio. Walking towards the basement they entered, finding a cache of drugs stockpiled in a lerge heap at the far end. Between them and the drugs though were three guards, well more scientists then guards, each armed with machine guns and not afraid to use them.

As they started to fire James dived to his right, hiding behind a small ledge that stuck out from the floor, waiting for a moment before making his move. It was obvious that these scientists were inexperienced when it came to firearms, each running out of ammo at the same time and not using any cover to reload, which they were slow at as well. Taking this oppurtunity James tood up and threw a dagger at one of the men, peircing the hand which was trying to attach the next clip. As the man cried out in pain James continued forward, watching as the men finished reloading but were still too late to act. By the time they looked up they found themselves on the end of a pump action shotgun, pumped and primed for use.

The two men quickly put down their guns and dropped to their knees. Smirking James walked over to the nearest man and simply placed the shotgun at his throat, before pulling the trigger and sending bone, blood and body parts over the drugs behind him. James imply pumped the shotgun once again and looked to Deadpool.

"I'll deal with the drug's. Why don't you get to know these kind gentlemen if you know what i mean."

 

[Puddle Jumper]

Sawyer ran down the cold, with blood stained stairs, holding down his last lunch as long as he could. Flashes of his past and horrifying images of death and torment haunted his mind. Dreadful images of his own past ... of his own actions. Innocent people holding children ... dead ... or worse. As Sawyer reached the bottom floor, he leaned his arm against the wall besides the door and he leaned forward. The walls around him spun around as a carnaval ride and finnaly everything came out. When all was over he wiped his mouth and thought of what needed to be done. From his hipholster he took a P90 Submachinegun that was eager to be emptied. Whilst activating the laser, he opened the door leading to the underground garage of this fortres of drugs.

The first few steps he placed in the garage were loud and obvious. But still nobody came. perhaps it was time to display some magic. Sawyer reached in his pocket and grabbed his keychain. On it was a button which started the motor of his car. The lights of the car flashed up and drove out the shadows before it. The roaring sound of a 12 cillinder engine flushed out the two junkies lying in wait and as suspected they aimed for the bulletproof car. Sawyer took one shot and killed the furthest enemy. And before the closest enemy suspected a thing, Sawyer dissapeared into the shadows. He placed the Submachinegun back in it's holder and he pulled a large hunting knife from it's sheet. Silently he approached the man from the back, who was stupid enough not to look into the shadows. You could just smell the fear of death. before Sawyer lay a tin can and a rock. First he picked up the can which he threw as far as he could out of the enemy's sight.
'SHOW YOURSELF' the man screamed. As he heard no noise he tried to go to the origin of the noise but at that time he heard yet another sound. Sawyer had threw the rock. The man was afraid. he breath heavily and he looked around like a scared, nervous coffeeaddict. Sawyer knew that it was not coffee the man was addicted to. It was time for action.

sawyer came from the shadows like a mythological vampire and he placed one hand on the man's mouth and the knife on the man's throat.
'O yes. There will be blood.' Said Sawyer with a saddistic tone of voice.

 

[The Big Lovin']

Deadpool grew a great big maniacal grin behind his mask. “I’ll bet we will be best of friends” Rage smirked as he walked over to the scientist. He bent his knee’s and stood in a crouched position at the feet of the men. The odor off these men where rank. They smelt as if they where down here for three years without taking a shower. “So what should I use Drake? Sword or guns?”

((Sorry, I would have made the post alot longer but I didnt want to answer for your character))

 

[Puddle Jumper]

The man's head was now facing the wrong way, his neck broken in several locations. In his hands he held his own Family Jewels and his eyes were rolling down into the sewer. Sawyer cursed over the deam man for leaving behind such a mess on his 2000 dollar suit. Atleast the dead man suffered greatly for his actions. Sawyer never imagined that someone could suffer so greatly. He rubbed clean his knife and sheeted it. A new suit was needed so he walked up to the trunk of his car. One push on another button on his keychain popped open the hood revealing a few spareparts to his car. Sawyer removed the top of the trunk by taking out a shelf, reveiling his own impressive suply or weapons. A second or so later he pressed a red button in the car and another shelf came out of the back of the trunk. In there lay several plastique packages each containing a brand new 2000 dollar black and white suit. He took one out and opened the package.