((Greetings. I go by Kalanth on the APB forums, but I plan to use Delinquent in game (as long as I am not robbed of the name). It has been a long time since I RP'd in a game, but with APB the limits to RP are endless as well as necessary to keep the game constantly fresh. I chose to present an origin story of sorts for your enjoyment, but also as my application to the Rain Dogs. The character has a lengthy history that this short story could never fully encompass, however I changed a few things to update the story for APB. I felt that the bits that revolved around the character as a part of the Matrix Online universe were no longer necessary, for example. If you are inquiring about the WWE involvement, the character began as my persona when the very first Smackdown! game was released and it felt right to keep that portion of the story. I hope you enjoy.))
It was not always easy for him to tell his story. There were many demons yet to conquer that to even begin was a challenge for him. Yet here he was, explaining everything to a stranger who had never met him before. The stranger looked at him with confusion and a hint of fear on his face as the man explained the events of his life from the beginning of his days.
“Honestly, it was the roar of the crowd that drew me in. The days spent wrestling in the WWE were glorious ones filled with fame, sex, money, and drugs… Everywhere we went there were always drugs available. Those crowds were the first drug I would taste. The idolized me, chanting my name, be it in love or hate, as I entered the ever full arenas. The chant of Delinquent would echo through the building and fill me with pride. It was the name that would carry me to great heights, and bring me to my knees…”
With the name a look of recognition passed over the face of the stranger. Delinquent recognized the look, understood that it mean the stranger knew who Delinquent was. He smiled for a brief moment and placed a gentle hand on the strangers shoulder which drew a brief flinch from the man as Delinquent continued the story…
“The evils that are heroine conquered me and it did not take long to show in the ring. My final day, one that I continue to run from to this day, resulted in the death of my ex-wife. I had decided to take ecstasy as a chaser to the heroine… The reason, you see, was that the heroine was not strong enough anymore and I needed a new fix. When she came into the locker room that evening I did not see my wife, but instead she was a monster intent on my death. I attacked without thinking, defending myself from the monster that was my wife. I don’t remember grabbing the bottle, nor do I recall breaking it into a deadly shard. I only remember the rage and fear that filled me, the thoughts of self preservation in the face of death, and the feeling of the warm blood rushing over my hands which quickly brought me to sobriety. The drugs had lied to me but it was too late as I had fell for their deception and the deed had been done.”
The look of fear became stronger as thoughts raced through the strangers mind. Would this be his fate? Was this man still possessed by the demons that inspired the murder in his tale? Fear prevented the stranger from speaking and the words escaped his grasp, trickling out as a pathetic whimper. Delinquent only smirked as he went on…
“I had killed the woman I loved do to the drugs that had consumed me. I did not know what to do, my mind was filled with panic and dread, so I fled. I ran as far as I could, ever worried that they would find me and take me back there, put me in jail, and then throw away the key. These thoughts drove me, inspired me to move, never stay anywhere to long and always seeking an escape. It is not easy to run for your life, however, when you continue to seek the mistress of drugs. She always found me, embraced me, and made me forget what had happened that night. However my story is not without its hero. You see, it was during this retreat that I met a man who called himself Fenshire. He showed me compassion, concern, even love. He brought me from the world that I had fallen into and lifted me up, returned me to a semblance of my former self and taught me to embrace sobriety. He also taught me how to survive, to use a weapon, to defend myself, to act quickly and think quicker. It was he who told me of the city of San Paro and the hopes that can be found there. We parted ways that day as I set out for the golden city. I used the things I learned from him to cross the country, fighting and clawing my way here, constantly watching over my shoulder for someone to come to me regarding that fateful day with my wife. Finally I arrived here, and here I shall stay. Here I am safe, here I can control my destiny and can I can deal with those that wish to punish me. Now all I need is a place to rest my head and a meal in my belly.”
Delinquent smiled as he looked at the stranger and the stranger fixed his eyes on the pistol in Delinquents hand. The smile on Delinquent’s face was both an apology to the stranger and a thank you for the things that the stranger would be able to do for Delinquent after this sacrifice. The crack of the gun shot echoed throughout the streets sending an alert to those in the area. Delinquent took great care in cleaning out the stranger’s pockets before he departed. In the distance the sultry sound of closing sirens could be heard and with them Delinquent felt the joyous feeling of conflict once more. Delinquent smiled as he lit a cigarette and took a long pull. Looking to the sky a moment he prayed for forgiveness from his wife. With a snarl he began to run with weapons drawn as he charged the rapidly approaching police vehicle.
It was not always easy for him to tell his story. There were many demons yet to conquer that to even begin was a challenge for him. Yet here he was, explaining everything to a stranger who had never met him before. The stranger looked at him with confusion and a hint of fear on his face as the man explained the events of his life from the beginning of his days.
“Honestly, it was the roar of the crowd that drew me in. The days spent wrestling in the WWE were glorious ones filled with fame, sex, money, and drugs… Everywhere we went there were always drugs available. Those crowds were the first drug I would taste. The idolized me, chanting my name, be it in love or hate, as I entered the ever full arenas. The chant of Delinquent would echo through the building and fill me with pride. It was the name that would carry me to great heights, and bring me to my knees…”
With the name a look of recognition passed over the face of the stranger. Delinquent recognized the look, understood that it mean the stranger knew who Delinquent was. He smiled for a brief moment and placed a gentle hand on the strangers shoulder which drew a brief flinch from the man as Delinquent continued the story…
“The evils that are heroine conquered me and it did not take long to show in the ring. My final day, one that I continue to run from to this day, resulted in the death of my ex-wife. I had decided to take ecstasy as a chaser to the heroine… The reason, you see, was that the heroine was not strong enough anymore and I needed a new fix. When she came into the locker room that evening I did not see my wife, but instead she was a monster intent on my death. I attacked without thinking, defending myself from the monster that was my wife. I don’t remember grabbing the bottle, nor do I recall breaking it into a deadly shard. I only remember the rage and fear that filled me, the thoughts of self preservation in the face of death, and the feeling of the warm blood rushing over my hands which quickly brought me to sobriety. The drugs had lied to me but it was too late as I had fell for their deception and the deed had been done.”
The look of fear became stronger as thoughts raced through the strangers mind. Would this be his fate? Was this man still possessed by the demons that inspired the murder in his tale? Fear prevented the stranger from speaking and the words escaped his grasp, trickling out as a pathetic whimper. Delinquent only smirked as he went on…
“I had killed the woman I loved do to the drugs that had consumed me. I did not know what to do, my mind was filled with panic and dread, so I fled. I ran as far as I could, ever worried that they would find me and take me back there, put me in jail, and then throw away the key. These thoughts drove me, inspired me to move, never stay anywhere to long and always seeking an escape. It is not easy to run for your life, however, when you continue to seek the mistress of drugs. She always found me, embraced me, and made me forget what had happened that night. However my story is not without its hero. You see, it was during this retreat that I met a man who called himself Fenshire. He showed me compassion, concern, even love. He brought me from the world that I had fallen into and lifted me up, returned me to a semblance of my former self and taught me to embrace sobriety. He also taught me how to survive, to use a weapon, to defend myself, to act quickly and think quicker. It was he who told me of the city of San Paro and the hopes that can be found there. We parted ways that day as I set out for the golden city. I used the things I learned from him to cross the country, fighting and clawing my way here, constantly watching over my shoulder for someone to come to me regarding that fateful day with my wife. Finally I arrived here, and here I shall stay. Here I am safe, here I can control my destiny and can I can deal with those that wish to punish me. Now all I need is a place to rest my head and a meal in my belly.”
Delinquent smiled as he looked at the stranger and the stranger fixed his eyes on the pistol in Delinquents hand. The smile on Delinquent’s face was both an apology to the stranger and a thank you for the things that the stranger would be able to do for Delinquent after this sacrifice. The crack of the gun shot echoed throughout the streets sending an alert to those in the area. Delinquent took great care in cleaning out the stranger’s pockets before he departed. In the distance the sultry sound of closing sirens could be heard and with them Delinquent felt the joyous feeling of conflict once more. Delinquent smiled as he lit a cigarette and took a long pull. Looking to the sky a moment he prayed for forgiveness from his wife. With a snarl he began to run with weapons drawn as he charged the rapidly approaching police vehicle.
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