Paxton Riggs, Anarchist Extremist? Or Savior of Freedom?
When Paxton Riggs was born, His parents were concerned about whether or not they could support him, So they dropped him off at the local orphanage and never came back. There Paxton never seemed to socialize with the other kids, He frequently got into fist fights and didn't ever really get anywhere. Academically he was ridiculously intelligent, Scoring very high on tests, But he never seemed to apply himself on day to day work. Finally at the age of thirteen he tired of his dependent living conditions, And ran from his orphanage to begin a life of independence. He was finally revealed to the awful world, He found no one ever cared or took after him, Except one person. Ozzy Winters (Hell Yeah I'm rebooting Daywing as well XD). Ozzy was a member of a local street gang, He was just a simple package boy and occasional hitman, But nothing too special. Ozzy however had a heart of gold and took after the young Paxton occasionally lending him a helping hand, Until Paxton begged Ozzy to be introduced to his boss. Paxton decided that if he wanted to get around in the world, He had to do what he had to do. He turned Seventeen and became a teenage assassin for the mob, And on his first contract, Armed with a zip gun Ozzy made for him but on said contract, He figured he had an uncanny ability as a marksman. That was his calling as he discovered, Finding he could never EVER miss his target. He used this to his advantage as he moved up the assassin ladder, Soon becoming the high ranking enforcer of the mob and even garnering the nickname given to him by his rivals, The Mexican Mafia as "El Longshot.", His colleagues accepted the name and so did he. He found the mob became his new family, He loved them with every fiber of his possible being. Finally he came upon the contract of a lifetime for his mob, Assassinating the mayor of Boston. He began to carry out his contract when he found out Police Officers and S.W.A.T. Team agents somehow infiltrated his gang, And set up an Ambush. Bullets flew between the Master Marksman and the Agents of Law, And in the end he lay, Torn with bullets and two dozen dead F.B.I. Agents and S.W.A.T. Members dead near him. He ran back to his hideout, Only to find out that the S.W.A.T. Agents had killed every single member of his gang, And torched their base. He was filled with rage as he swore vengeance against the law, He looked around him and noticing that the people supposed to save him killed everyone he loved, And the murderers were the kindest to him. He finally put the pieces together, Anarchy was the solution. Donning a special suit he made of Kevlar, And an eyepiece he stole from a government lab, He became an Anarchist hero, Swearing and fighting every day of his life to this point to end all politicians and governments in the world, Only to bring Chaos to the masses.
Dude, nice! It's like if Longshot had gotten a blood transfusion from Cain when he was little.
@Kratesis: The dojo was silent. A stain of dark red soaked into the mat, smeared all the way to the door. Something had died here, and something had been dragged out, leaving behind only teeth. A dark figure hovered high above, legs hooked over the wooden rafter as she hung there silently, her long tail dangling from the back of her head. Jade examined her hands. The black wraps that covered her from the forearm down were scraped open and soaked with blood around the knuckles. The skin of her knuckles had worn nearly to the bone, which explained the splintered wooden beams down below. When the skin healed, it would be stronger. So it had always been. Every day, she grew stronger, and it reminded her why she had enslaved herself to the League. Despite her continued slaying of their faceless assassins in her training, she could not deny that she had sold what remained of her soul.
@Sam_Heller: That wouldn't be necessary unless I was committed after my mission was completed. If it was before, they'd just need big, strong guards who don't have families to mourn them.
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