Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 1:12:53 GMT -4
(Link to the original thread, for those interested.)
Please sign your name: Jonah Mianake
What is your age?: 26
What are your “tools” of choice?: A kris/gun modification given by my father, a family heirloom named after his late grandmother, Nia. It mostly retains the traditional design of a snakelike blade and curved hilt. The blade hides a small barrel capable of shooting small caliber bullets that are generally not strong enough to pierce through walls, but enough to kill. The blade is infused with cobra venom in order to ensure death if I can't kill them myself.
Please provide a recent photograph of yourself:
orig13.deviantart.net/291d/f/2008/044/4/e/4ee160ce6eb5ec7c.jpg
The taxi stops in front of a small, unassuming motel. Above the building, lit up in bright reds and blues is what you assume to be the name of the motel. L'Nicher it reads, the words being blue, but with a red outline. It seems quaint and disconnected from how awful the rest of the city of Santa Destroy was, albeit a little run down, likely due to a lack of revenue. There's a number of lights that need replacing, and some weeds and vines growing up the side of the building, but it's clear that whoever works here still tries to keep the place as clean as possible. Next to the main building is a much smaller one, which you could assume to be the reception. The light glowing within highlights it in the growing darkness of evening.
Your observations are interrupted when the taxi driver speaks up.
"Hey, buddy, this is the place, yeah?"
Please sign your name: Jonah Mianake
What is your age?: 26
What are your “tools” of choice?: A kris/gun modification given by my father, a family heirloom named after his late grandmother, Nia. It mostly retains the traditional design of a snakelike blade and curved hilt. The blade hides a small barrel capable of shooting small caliber bullets that are generally not strong enough to pierce through walls, but enough to kill. The blade is infused with cobra venom in order to ensure death if I can't kill them myself.
Please provide a recent photograph of yourself:
orig13.deviantart.net/291d/f/2008/044/4/e/4ee160ce6eb5ec7c.jpg
The taxi stops in front of a small, unassuming motel. Above the building, lit up in bright reds and blues is what you assume to be the name of the motel. L'Nicher it reads, the words being blue, but with a red outline. It seems quaint and disconnected from how awful the rest of the city of Santa Destroy was, albeit a little run down, likely due to a lack of revenue. There's a number of lights that need replacing, and some weeds and vines growing up the side of the building, but it's clear that whoever works here still tries to keep the place as clean as possible. Next to the main building is a much smaller one, which you could assume to be the reception. The light glowing within highlights it in the growing darkness of evening.
Your observations are interrupted when the taxi driver speaks up.
"Hey, buddy, this is the place, yeah?"
