Kelmavore

"An Explosive pack strong enough to put me down for the count's gonna have to take out a city block so take a walk 'cause I got some serious RIPPIN' and CLAWIN' to catch up on." ~Kel

"Okay, let me paint a picture for you. You're stepping outside of your house, and there is a gentlemen walking down the street. Nice suit, blonde hair pulled back. He's sipping his cup of coffee, and seems to generally just be strolling along with no place to go. Then someone bumps into him and with a frenzy of cyber-implanted claws and feral rage, that said individual is laid to waste. While the once seemingly stable middle aged man, rushes away with heightened reflexes, leaving you absolutely dumb-founded. *chuckles to himself and lights another cigarette* People have been witnessed to such a scene, but none were ever credible enough to identify him later. He

keeps a pretty closed image. There are those that know him and work with him, and those that are dead. Not too many in between. With the exception of perhaps the doormen at his luxury apartment building. They don't ask any questions. He came to the streets out of no where. Barely knew his own name. Eventually he set himself up with a nice place uptown, and keeps his sole occupation to running. He's the second wave of destruction. More bestial though. Seems to like blood on his hands. *shudders* Sick, but effective, when you are going for that sort of 'don't frag with us or this could happen to you' type drek. Women seem to love him, which is because they don't know that under that charm he is an animal---and i'm not referring to his sex drive. They've stay fooled by his suave attitude, so I guess he's doing something right (yea like not leaving a victim alive to spread any rumors). All in all he's a nice guy, just don't let anyone leave you alone with him. No witnesses, and Kel's boredome don't mix well." ~~IceWind

"Stalkin', huntin', runnin' free in the wild feels so right these day. Uncomplicated. Can't be thinkin' 'o' much when the evenin' wind and smell 'o' life is in your face. And when you're not thinkin', you're not rememberin'! Too complicated. There are things we want to forget, and at the same time want to remember 'em forever. Oh, there's a terrible blackness in the back 'o' my head. Darker than the deepest cave, hunted by ghosts 'o' memories! Whisperin' secrets in tiny little voices, and the only way I can cancel 'em out..........is by HOWLIN'! Sometimes the howlin' ain't enough. Sometimes there ain't nothin' that will do, other than slashin' and rippin'! And all the while there's a pile driver poundin' in my head, and a blast furnace roarin' in my ears, and a red haze in my eyes like a curtain 'o' blood. It's not like a feel good when it's done, but it's better than what was there before." ~Kelmavore

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