When the world spits out the refuse of the dead and dying, you find a man known as Longinus standing in the middle of the puddle. Old as time, well old as modern time, too long has he lived. Too many times has he fought his way to the top, sometimes he simply wishes to sit and drink. Make conversations, find a single group of like minded people to do as he wishes with....In comes the Psycho Babbler
His name...Lost over the years, gone by many but stood with one name to give him strength. Slight...a man who is just as crazy as Jacob Malcom, and just as sick of the world.
This is a closed story rp between myself and Solly. Enjoy!!!
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