Taijitu
Taijitu World Building => Planning Room => Topic started by: Rapture on March 29, 2015, 10:52:15 PM
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Its the year 1954, the Mob owns half of chicago. Our little band of misfits with a troubled past must wrestle control from the Mob. Here is my Char's backstory:
I was just 19 when it happened. I borrowed money to pay off student loans. I borrowed money from the wrong people. People you don't wanna owe a thing to. People who will pursue you all the way to Antarctica and back to get what you owe them. I knew paying it off wouldn't be an option so I did the only thing I could. I shot myself. I thought it would be over. Even the most powerful man on earth couldn't fight death itself. I was wrong, these men used science to spit in the eye of death, kill his children and bang his wife. I was the result of the experiment. A trained death machine. I was trained to kill. They gave me the power of super-concentration. If I was focused enough, I could slice a bullet in half. Unfortunately for them, I was programmed only to obey their leader. Their leader died in a firefight in December of 1953. Poor bastards didn't stand a chance. I mowed though them with ease. In the mourning, every last one of those bastards were dead. Or so I thought. According to an anonymous call on the 29th of January at 11:59PM. The people who did this to me are still out there.