Welcome all who may have read this in it's old old old old old days. Like Deadshot. Anyways, this is pretty much just something I made up forever ago, but now, it actually has substance! Amazing. Either way, enjoy and junk.
Chapter One: An Introduction for The Main Character
There are many different people in the world. Every moment, something new is bound to happen. Or at least, something that appears to be new. It was hard to come by something that was actually original, especially within the many years this civilization has existed. It followed a set rule, you got what you were born with. Looks, tastes, and most importantly, talents. One would be tested early on, their brain waves and DNA analyzed. Everyone had at least one skill that they could use, and that single skill would be the one they had to stick with. Nobody was really original. Not anymore. There is one man who is the focus of today. He was born to be the hero type. A perfect balance of fighting technique, defensive technique, and a rare sort of magic ability to boot. Not that magic was all that special anymore, just old fashioned. People could already use science in place of it, and sometimes, science worked better. He was still valuable, not someone who could just be tossed aside for someone else. He was put into school, and was trained to use all his powers to its greatest potential. Wherever he went afterwards, nobody could really be certain.
As a kid, he was a feisty one. Getting into fights would be his way to pass the time, or mouthing off some authority. Thom was his name, and was he quite the clever one, too. Sarcastic, cocky, and straight to the point, Thom was a real pain in the ass. Not something that couldn’t be dealt with, but a sure waste of time. Even with being pressured to study, he never really was the type to get stressed out for too long. He was just a normal kid living in the moment. His work was cut out for him; after all, he was born that way. That fact was something he never seemed to be able to get a grasp on, until reality hit him straight in the face.
He graduated. He was off on his own. He needed a job. Thom had no plans for this, thought he would be more of a drifter than anything. That, he found out, was easier said than done.
“You can join the police… or the military…” Thom had started talking to himself, listing out his
possibilities as he glanced around a large billboard that was located in a small pub in New Jersey. There were many, many job offerings. Few of them actually needing his sort of expertise. He had the physical strength to be a firefighter, and the raw power to become a boxer. None of it seemed right though. The choices on this board just wouldn’t fit. There were few opportunities that caught his eye, and when it did, it seemed to have some catch to it. If he got tangled into the wrong crowd, he would never be able to escape their grasp without dying. He would either try and leave, and get killed for it, or the bounty hunters would get him.
That’s it.
Bounty hunters.
Mercenary.
ADVENTURE.
The idea wasn’t his best one, but damn, it would be a blast. No authority if you decide to take it solo, no ‘gangs’ to be a part of. You weren’t just a pawn, a tool for someone else to use. There was a high chance of death. There was a high chance of injury. There was a high chance of penalty. But you would be free as you did it. Thom’s best bargain, and the one he would be best at. The wise-crackin’ mercenary? Music to his ears.
He had all he needed to start off with. A gun, a sword, some magic, and all of that training he had accumulated throughout the years. All he needed was a target.
Welcome all who may have read this in it's old old old old old days. Like Deadshot. Anyways, this is pretty much just something I made up forever ago, but now, it actually has substance! Amazing. Either way, enjoy and junk.
Chapter One: An Introduction for The Main Character
There are many different people in the world. Every moment, something new is bound to happen. Or at least, something that appears to be new. It was hard to come by something that was actually original, especially within the many years this civilization has existed. It followed a set rule, you got what you were born with. Looks, tastes, and most importantly, talents. One would be tested early on, their brain waves and DNA analyzed. Everyone had at least one skill that they could use, and that single skill would be the one they had to stick with. Nobody was really original. Not anymore. There is one man who is the focus of today. He was born to be the hero type. A perfect balance of fighting technique, defensive technique, and a rare sort of magic ability to boot. Not that magic was all that special anymore, just old fashioned. People could already use science in place of it, and sometimes, science worked better. He was still valuable, not someone who could just be tossed aside for someone else. He was put into school, and was trained to use all his powers to its greatest potential. Wherever he went afterwards, nobody could really be certain.
As a kid, he was a feisty one. Getting into fights would be his way to pass the time, or mouthing off some authority. Thom was his name, and was he quite the clever one, too. Sarcastic, cocky, and straight to the point, Thom was a real pain in the ass. Not something that couldn’t be dealt with, but a sure waste of time. Even with being pressured to study, he never really was the type to get stressed out for too long. He was just a normal kid living in the moment. His work was cut out for him; after all, he was born that way. That fact was something he never seemed to be able to get a grasp on, until reality hit him straight in the face.
He graduated. He was off on his own. He needed a job. Thom had no plans for this, thought he would be more of a drifter than anything. That, he found out, was easier said than done.
“You can join the police… or the military…” Thom had started talking to himself, listing out his
possibilities as he glanced around a large billboard that was located in a small pub in New Jersey. There were many, many job offerings. Few of them actually needing his sort of expertise. He had the physical strength to be a firefighter, and the raw power to become a boxer. None of it seemed right though. The choices on this board just wouldn’t fit. There were few opportunities that caught his eye, and when it did, it seemed to have some catch to it. If he got tangled into the wrong crowd, he would never be able to escape their grasp without dying. He would either try and leave, and get killed for it, or the bounty hunters would get him.
That’s it.
Bounty hunters.
Mercenary.
ADVENTURE.
The idea wasn’t his best one, but damn, it would be a blast. No authority if you decide to take it solo, no ‘gangs’ to be a part of. You weren’t just a pawn, a tool for someone else to use. There was a high chance of death. There was a high chance of injury. There was a high chance of penalty. But you would be free as you did it. Thom’s best bargain, and the one he would be best at. The wise-crackin’ mercenary? Music to his ears.
He had all he needed to start off with. A gun, a sword, some magic, and all of that training he had accumulated throughout the years. All he needed was a target.
Easy cash.