FREEBIE ^_^
(np: maybe he murdered someone on accident?? go crazy tbh)
your character walks in on a murder scene. what do they do?
RULES:
-you might want to specify why your character might kill someone or give a footnote
-don't be mean ooc, and if you're uncomfortable with anything, you should list it in your post.
-put effort in your post! 4 sentences MINIMUM
-NO NSFW or severe gore. if there are no footnotes that say that this is alright, assume that it is not ok for the person. spoiler out the severe gore if you must put it in
-in addition, romance is allowed (if the other person is okay with it), but keep it to adults only
-do not skip over claims unless they have reached the 5 hour mark
-you can only post every two people, unless it has been 24 hours. i,e: (you) (x) (x) (you)
-READ CHARACTER PROFILES. this is NECESSARY
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first poster gets a freebie
Mariam watches in shock as the body falls to the ground below, the confused and slightly worried guy just staring at it. Two seconds ago they were just screwing around on the roof of what she presumes is a school, the next the human was flung over the railing to plummet to their demise. She wasn't sure whether or not to be glad of his actions- it was her job to kill them, yet now she's spared of the effort - though she knew for sure that something was wrong about them. They definitely didn't seem human, nor any sort of species she knew of. Mariam's job wasn't to question people though, so she simply didn't, instead deciding to leave as she realised that the guy had disappeared. Odd.
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Mariam's job is to kill future demons (murderers, kidnappers, ect) that Lucifer has decided shouldn't have the gift of humanity. She is a Fallen Angel though and is new and hence not great. She doesn't have a weapon to take with her, so maybe she killed them via drowning,heights, with their own weapon or something similar.
At first, he hears the violent thud of something hitting the ground. Within seconds, the air dampens with a foul odor. Boss stays still for a second, before quickly turning towards whatever it was, moving. He stops at his feet by a brutal sight. Blood and fat and gore splatter across the pavement, bits of flesh snagging against the concrete floor. The body was… Unrecognizable in some areas.
It was a nauseating smell. Sharp. It hit the back of his throat.
He notices the figure of a young lady coldly observing the scene from a height. It was hard to tell how she looked. Boss fishes the I.D out of what he assumes is a pocket, and is faced with a picture of a regular man. (A little too normal, he thinks.) With a grimace, he puts it in his own pocket, and runs to the elevator.
He holds his breath, unsure if she would escape before he made it there. It was certain that he was pushed, but why? Why him? Had he done something to warrant the brutality of his death?
"You!" He barks, as the lady turns towards him. His eyes sharpen as he notices the horns on her head, and he immediately takes out his gun, locking it at her. "You move, and I shoot." Boss says coldly. "Did you have any reason at all?"
boss would kill in self defense, or rarely if he's tasked to by the government (usually 'monsters' and not regular people at all. by bullet or heart attack.) you may pick either jax/yvette if he doesn't suit (none of my other characters murder people)
Jericho had watched the thug approach the man, leaning against his own car among the others in the parking lot. Why the hybrid was even here, he didn't know, he figured all of these guys could sort out their own business. However, his boss didn't think so; so here he was, babysitting a bunch of stupid, roided-out egos. He was the first to notice the lanky man come around the corner, and to his surprise, he showed no interest, not even a glance in their direction. He first thought it might've been a cop, but to him, it didn't seem like so. That didn't stop the other guys from taking interest, and the man now berating and threatening him apparently had nothing better to do than pick a fight against some random guy. Maybe he thought it was a cop too, but he sure was gonna get himself thrown in prison.
Jericho saw the man take something from his eyes, looked like contacts or something, but he wasn't quite sure, and went back to his staredown with him; hands placed firmly in his pockets. 'Doesn't scare easy? Right on, dude.' He chuckled. He wanted to stop this, because it was frankly stupid, and they still had a deal to conclude. His other pals just laughed and egged him on. Suddenly, the one thug started freaking out, holding his head and shaking it violently, starting to scream about something hurting him and chasing him. The other simply stood still, still staring at him. Jericho wasn't sure what was going on, and he stood up and gripped the pistol in his shoulder holster, hidden by his jacket. It was then the thug swung wildly to attack him, but he dodged the punches easily, and the thug produced a knife.
BLAM BLAM BLAM
The thug dropped to his knees, clutching his chest as the sharply dressed man pulled a gun, firing three times into him. Everyone, including Jericho, dropped their jaws in disbelief as the thug fell to the ground, blood leaking from his wounds and pooled beneath him. The man turned around, gun still held up, and looked over everyone; almost daring them to react. His wish was granted, because it wasn't seconds before everyone was pulling out their own weapons. Jericho acted fast. "Stop!" his voice boomed over the air, walking forward and holding a hand out towards the group. "Pull your guns, I'll pull mine. Sit the fuck back down!"
Jericho's men held their guns out towards the group of men, the thugs aiming at them and the lone man who just took out their friend. Jericho eased between the man and them, holding his hand out, and slowly approached him. Now within about ten feet, Jericho turned to face him, but didn't look him in the eyes; something told him not to.
"So, you're just gonna up and kill a man in front of his friends like that? Even in self-defense, that's a risky game you play there, homie." He seemed to state the obvious. "Look, he was out of line and I'm actually kind of glad the prick got what was coming to him, but you should get out of here. I ain't got a problem, but I can't say the same for his buds. Plus, well, you did kinda fuck up the whole deal here, so they're rightly pissed off." He would lean a bit closer, talking quieter now. "If you survive until then; Woodall Drive, three a.m." With that, he'd walk back towards the men and suggest the man acted in self-defense, and that they should leave before the cops arrived. He promised they could get revenge later, but it seemed to be an appeasing tactic. Jericho got into his car, having held off the gunfight, and watched the man before he left.
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Jericho kills people for a living and as a side gig. He gets the government's approval for his job but kills people he considers "blights upon society" like serial killers, abusers, and traffickers. He would also kill in self-defense, but it's rare he even puts himself in situations where that would happen. If anyone sees him kill, it's 90% of the time those he's specifically after, either for money or because they're not a good person. He would, however, easily act in the defense of someone else, especially if they were unable to defend themselves or otherwise incapable of doing so.