Liam
The Rebel Man
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"Ghosts of the past come back to haunt you... But at what point do you become one of those ghosts? Even if you're still breathing."
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♤ First Name: <REDACTED>
♤ Last Name: <REDACTED>
♤ Alias: Devi
♤ Age: 25
♤ DOB: 14/08/1994
♤ Nationality: American
♤ Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois.
♤ Current Residence: <REDACTED>
♤ Languages: English, Japanese.
♤ Civil Status: <REDACTED>
♤ Status: <REDACTED>
♤ Family: (Mother): Delilah <REDACTED> [Status: Deceased] - (Father): Unknown - Siblings: N/A
Devi's Story:
♤ Chapter I - A Kid From Chicago (Written Backstory):
(Told from an In-Character perspective).
"I was born in D'South Side, Chicago Illinois, on August Fourteenth, Nineteen-Ninety Four. Honestly...? Most peeps out there, they look back on d'days 'fore d'war with nostalgia. Me? Psh... I've had better times since. Was dealt a really shitty hand in a rigged game a cards. Mom was a junkie... -- She tried her best. Dad? What Dad? But anyway even as young as fuckin' five years old? Felt like I was d'one lookin' afta' my mom. Not d'otha' way around. We bounced t'ween homes, even lived on d'streets a few times. Shit was rough. But she-- I loved her... We loved eachother in our own... fucked up family way. She died in 'Oh-Three. Overdose. I--- Ahem. 'Nuff 'bout all that..."
"D'Seven Hour War, man... I was one a the "lucky" ones. Iffin' y'can call it luck. Was first placed in one a d'ose child camps. But I don't talk 'bout... those times. I-... Afta' that I was sent t'City Seventy, Detroit. Place was somehow more shitty d'an it was before d'war. Which yeah... Durr But it's Detroit, man... Didn't think that dump could get any worse d'an it was before. Aha! Anyway. Place wasn't bad. I mean, I was still... naive t'd'real world. Sheltered away all them years bein' spoon fed bullshit propaganda and- ahem... The rest... But yeah, I was a fish outta' water. Luckily some good people took me unda' d'eir wing. Showed me how t'get by, how t'not find myself 'neath the heel of a jackboot or on d'receiving end a stun stick t'da' face. No one, n' I mean, not even d'few loyalists had any creds' in d'at place. Money was tight. I had a job workin' d'register in a back alley tat' shop but shit, didn't keep money in my pocket. Ended up smugglin'. Friends introduced me to it. Go out d'city, d'en bring in contraband. I was good at it too... Light on my feet, sneaky... And on d'side, I'd began actually tattin' peeps after ageees of learnin' how t'use d'at tat gun. Life was pretty good but... Nothin' good lasts. Was eventually relocated, sent all d'way t'Japan, Tokyo, City Eight..."
"Where to fuckin' begin with City-Eight... Jeez. Shit's a chaotic lil' tale. First got a lil' job in d'is nightclub. Where I was quickly and rudely awoke t'd'layers of corruption n' crime in d'at place, when some Yakuza shook me down wid' a machete. Crazy dude. Ended up my friend later but anyway... Turns out? D'club was owned by a rival lil' street gang t'd'ese Yakuza types. I kept my head low. Earned a lotta' money d'oe! Owna' was peddlin' these "legal highs" approved by the city administration. Was literally just drinks laced with fuckin' sparkle n' coke. Comission based so... Y'anno. D'at shit sold at two hundred, even three hundred a pop. Earned me 'nuff t'open my own lil' bidness on d'side. Had a tattoo stall. Opened it wid' a buddy called Joshua Keith. Even got in better books wid' d'Yakuza types. Did a few back murals for 'em. S'also how I learned Japanese. このライフストーリービジネスは私を疲れさせています。Hehe... Good times on d'at stall..."
"But as I said, good times never last. One gang war n' one city raisin' riot later which was totally nuthin' t'do with me... I found myself at the sticky end of d'law. Outlawed, ran underground. Lived in a fuckin' sewer... Shit stunk. But... It was an education. Was livin' 'mongst proper resistance fighters. Sure I was pretty good wid' a gun n' fightin' off Xenians but... these guys were the real deal. Started off writin' this... stupid... cringeworthy underground newspaper... While I got t'grips with my new life. But d'en I 'came a merc. Those--- I don't like t'talk much 'bout them jobs. I did some... awful shit. Burned a man, crushed another's head in like a watermelon, threw a guy outta' a window n' went toe t'toe with some cultists... T'name a few'a'my jobs. I--- It's a time I regret. But I had t'do it all... Earned 'nuff t'broker a deal with the city administration t'lift my AC status n' get relocated elsewhere. But it came at a price bigger d'an d'hole in my wallet. I still see the faces of those I've killed when I close my eyes at night n'... for a while? I became a junkie myself..."
"I was born in D'South Side, Chicago Illinois, on August Fourteenth, Nineteen-Ninety Four. Honestly...? Most peeps out there, they look back on d'days 'fore d'war with nostalgia. Me? Psh... I've had better times since. Was dealt a really shitty hand in a rigged game a cards. Mom was a junkie... -- She tried her best. Dad? What Dad? But anyway even as young as fuckin' five years old? Felt like I was d'one lookin' afta' my mom. Not d'otha' way around. We bounced t'ween homes, even lived on d'streets a few times. Shit was rough. But she-- I loved her... We loved eachother in our own... fucked up family way. She died in 'Oh-Three. Overdose. I--- Ahem. 'Nuff 'bout all that..."
"D'Seven Hour War, man... I was one a the "lucky" ones. Iffin' y'can call it luck. Was first placed in one a d'ose child camps. But I don't talk 'bout... those times. I-... Afta' that I was sent t'City Seventy, Detroit. Place was somehow more shitty d'an it was before d'war. Which yeah... Durr But it's Detroit, man... Didn't think that dump could get any worse d'an it was before. Aha! Anyway. Place wasn't bad. I mean, I was still... naive t'd'real world. Sheltered away all them years bein' spoon fed bullshit propaganda and- ahem... The rest... But yeah, I was a fish outta' water. Luckily some good people took me unda' d'eir wing. Showed me how t'get by, how t'not find myself 'neath the heel of a jackboot or on d'receiving end a stun stick t'da' face. No one, n' I mean, not even d'few loyalists had any creds' in d'at place. Money was tight. I had a job workin' d'register in a back alley tat' shop but shit, didn't keep money in my pocket. Ended up smugglin'. Friends introduced me to it. Go out d'city, d'en bring in contraband. I was good at it too... Light on my feet, sneaky... And on d'side, I'd began actually tattin' peeps after ageees of learnin' how t'use d'at tat gun. Life was pretty good but... Nothin' good lasts. Was eventually relocated, sent all d'way t'Japan, Tokyo, City Eight..."
"Where to fuckin' begin with City-Eight... Jeez. Shit's a chaotic lil' tale. First got a lil' job in d'is nightclub. Where I was quickly and rudely awoke t'd'layers of corruption n' crime in d'at place, when some Yakuza shook me down wid' a machete. Crazy dude. Ended up my friend later but anyway... Turns out? D'club was owned by a rival lil' street gang t'd'ese Yakuza types. I kept my head low. Earned a lotta' money d'oe! Owna' was peddlin' these "legal highs" approved by the city administration. Was literally just drinks laced with fuckin' sparkle n' coke. Comission based so... Y'anno. D'at shit sold at two hundred, even three hundred a pop. Earned me 'nuff t'open my own lil' bidness on d'side. Had a tattoo stall. Opened it wid' a buddy called Joshua Keith. Even got in better books wid' d'Yakuza types. Did a few back murals for 'em. S'also how I learned Japanese. このライフストーリービジネスは私を疲れさせています。Hehe... Good times on d'at stall..."
"But as I said, good times never last. One gang war n' one city raisin' riot later which was totally nuthin' t'do with me... I found myself at the sticky end of d'law. Outlawed, ran underground. Lived in a fuckin' sewer... Shit stunk. But... It was an education. Was livin' 'mongst proper resistance fighters. Sure I was pretty good wid' a gun n' fightin' off Xenians but... these guys were the real deal. Started off writin' this... stupid... cringeworthy underground newspaper... While I got t'grips with my new life. But d'en I 'came a merc. Those--- I don't like t'talk much 'bout them jobs. I did some... awful shit. Burned a man, crushed another's head in like a watermelon, threw a guy outta' a window n' went toe t'toe with some cultists... T'name a few'a'my jobs. I--- It's a time I regret. But I had t'do it all... Earned 'nuff t'broker a deal with the city administration t'lift my AC status n' get relocated elsewhere. But it came at a price bigger d'an d'hole in my wallet. I still see the faces of those I've killed when I close my eyes at night n'... for a while? I became a junkie myself..."
♤ Chapter II - Empty Bottles (Willard's Story - 2021-2023):
"Arrived in City-24 strung out on whatever I could find n' drunk on the strongest liquor I could get my hands on. Anythin' t'forget d'past... But d'ghosts have a funny way of hauntin' you. Was takin' a walk down Victory Square when I first arrived n' what do I see? "Keith's Tattoo Bar" with my store logo! I thought... No way... But yes way. Josh Keith. In d'flesh. Dunno' which of us was more shocked. He... Saved my life. Honestly. Took me in, made me d'co-owner just as I had done f'him back in City-Eight n' I eventually went clean. T-Total. No booze, no drugs. He vanished, 'thout a trace. Rumoured he 'came a cop but... Unfounded. I was 'boutta' buy d'place f'myself but d'en... Someone snapped it up from me. Bernard Mulligan. Ended up workin' f'him f'a'bit in McBernard's. We was pretty good friends. He wasn't...- He wasn't what he'd go onta' become... Back d'en he was a different man. Kind, empathetic, hell... there's things I could tell y'bout him d'at-- Aha... Almost spilled his secrets... I still keep my word on d'at promise. Anyway, wasn't 'long 'fore I opened my own place again. Down in Indigent, was d'only place available. N' thas' where I met Bottlestreet..."
"I thought I'd stared down into an empty bottle f'the last time but, I didn't know who Bottlestreet was at d'time. We met... In a funny way, actually. D'ey painted their fuckin' logo on d'side of my tat' shop in Indigent. So I marched right on ova' t'dier people n' I told 'em to take it down. D'ey must'a' liked me afta' that 'cause... Not long afta'? I found myself fallen back into old habits. Joined up wid' 'em n' found myself back wid' a gun in my hand. Only d'is time? Had more purpose d'an blood money n' odd jobs. I guess redemption had come full circle. From contract merc to freedom fighter... N' by d'is point? I was d'real too. Like d'ones I looked up to back in Japan."
"Noble intentions or not... Livin' d'at kinda' life takes it's toll. Y'become jaded... N' I hate t'say, so did I. D'values of freedom I once held were replaced wid' survival. I became consumed with it. It was me 'fore anyone else... How did I get d'at way d'oe? Started when I was marked AC... Again, then Bottlestreet fell. T'dis' day... Only... three of us? Of 'least... twenny? All but dead. Next group I was in? Same fate. And us same three peeps from Bottlestreet are d'only ones that survived. I lost contact wid' d'em two afta' d'at. D'ey was also AC, like me. Assumed d'ey was both dead. 'Til I met one a'd'em later in life n' heard rumours of d'otha' active ova' in Spain. But anyway... Afta' d'at? I bounced 'tween groups. N' I started t'consider myself a curse. Every group I joined? I came out the sole survivor. Think d'as what started t'jade me... I started t'care less 'bout people, focus more on myself. Survival was all I knew and It's all I could do at d'is point... I didn't wanna' curse another group..."
"Eight months went by, but what a long eight months. On d'run, constantly hunted, yet food n' shelter was never a concern. I... Hah was a bit of a legend in d'ose times. Lotta' people knew my name. N' any rebel who could put a face t'd'at name n' d'story it came with? Was more d'an happy t'help me out. Why? 'Cause they wanted someone like me at their back's. But as I said, I remained distant, I was a curse on groups. I acted solo, brokered info 'tween cells, helped 'em from time to time with ops', gave advice...sighs I wish d'ey neva' trusted me...I can't tell y'what happened next, lotta' details best left unsaid, but... a deal was made. And I will go on d'record n' say It wasn't a chump deal most people try n' make. No... D'is was a well calculated n' thought out plan d'at ended with my citizenship re-instated with no punishments. The will t'survive can corrupt even the best of us... And I wasn't d'best t'begin with..."
"My new life wasn't so easy t'start. I said before, ghosts have a funny way of hauntin' you. Dead friends, people dead by my hand... And... witnesses to my old identity. I learned d'hardest way d'at my plan was not as well thought out as I had thought. Sure, it worked. I survived. But I was still just surviving... Pair that with... a guilt like no other, while also still havin' t'beat y'enemies n' add more faces t'those I see when I close my eyes...? And... Keep it secret d'is time, unda' a close watchful eye as an ex-AC? Most stressful time of my life... But I again...survived. N' I lived t'see d'otha' side. Peace. No one was left alive t'know my name. Bar a few I trusted. I could... retire. Try n'... enjoy a quiet life. Got work in the various cities I went to. But... All I found in d'quiet life? Was regret, sorrow n' the bottom of yet anotha' empty bottle."
"I thought I'd stared down into an empty bottle f'the last time but, I didn't know who Bottlestreet was at d'time. We met... In a funny way, actually. D'ey painted their fuckin' logo on d'side of my tat' shop in Indigent. So I marched right on ova' t'dier people n' I told 'em to take it down. D'ey must'a' liked me afta' that 'cause... Not long afta'? I found myself fallen back into old habits. Joined up wid' 'em n' found myself back wid' a gun in my hand. Only d'is time? Had more purpose d'an blood money n' odd jobs. I guess redemption had come full circle. From contract merc to freedom fighter... N' by d'is point? I was d'real too. Like d'ones I looked up to back in Japan."
"Noble intentions or not... Livin' d'at kinda' life takes it's toll. Y'become jaded... N' I hate t'say, so did I. D'values of freedom I once held were replaced wid' survival. I became consumed with it. It was me 'fore anyone else... How did I get d'at way d'oe? Started when I was marked AC... Again, then Bottlestreet fell. T'dis' day... Only... three of us? Of 'least... twenny? All but dead. Next group I was in? Same fate. And us same three peeps from Bottlestreet are d'only ones that survived. I lost contact wid' d'em two afta' d'at. D'ey was also AC, like me. Assumed d'ey was both dead. 'Til I met one a'd'em later in life n' heard rumours of d'otha' active ova' in Spain. But anyway... Afta' d'at? I bounced 'tween groups. N' I started t'consider myself a curse. Every group I joined? I came out the sole survivor. Think d'as what started t'jade me... I started t'care less 'bout people, focus more on myself. Survival was all I knew and It's all I could do at d'is point... I didn't wanna' curse another group..."
"Eight months went by, but what a long eight months. On d'run, constantly hunted, yet food n' shelter was never a concern. I... Hah was a bit of a legend in d'ose times. Lotta' people knew my name. N' any rebel who could put a face t'd'at name n' d'story it came with? Was more d'an happy t'help me out. Why? 'Cause they wanted someone like me at their back's. But as I said, I remained distant, I was a curse on groups. I acted solo, brokered info 'tween cells, helped 'em from time to time with ops', gave advice...sighs I wish d'ey neva' trusted me...I can't tell y'what happened next, lotta' details best left unsaid, but... a deal was made. And I will go on d'record n' say It wasn't a chump deal most people try n' make. No... D'is was a well calculated n' thought out plan d'at ended with my citizenship re-instated with no punishments. The will t'survive can corrupt even the best of us... And I wasn't d'best t'begin with..."
"My new life wasn't so easy t'start. I said before, ghosts have a funny way of hauntin' you. Dead friends, people dead by my hand... And... witnesses to my old identity. I learned d'hardest way d'at my plan was not as well thought out as I had thought. Sure, it worked. I survived. But I was still just surviving... Pair that with... a guilt like no other, while also still havin' t'beat y'enemies n' add more faces t'those I see when I close my eyes...? And... Keep it secret d'is time, unda' a close watchful eye as an ex-AC? Most stressful time of my life... But I again...survived. N' I lived t'see d'otha' side. Peace. No one was left alive t'know my name. Bar a few I trusted. I could... retire. Try n'... enjoy a quiet life. Got work in the various cities I went to. But... All I found in d'quiet life? Was regret, sorrow n' the bottom of yet anotha' empty bottle."
♤ Chapter III - The Survivor (Willard's Story - Present):
"By now, I've been t'almost every continent in d'world, done things from... Remain an AC for almost a year, Defy certain death, topple coups, out run the mist in City-Eight, kill mind controllin' aliens, rose up n' fell back down, helped stop a nuclear explosion, live through d'at trip to Industrial Seventeen... get... pft teleported to NYC by a Chumtoad. T'name a few things... I've lived quite a life...All d'while barely hangin' on by a thread. Surviving n' not much else. The same old story, from the cradle through the years til now. But now...But now I face somethin' I'm not sure I can come back from. A couple years back... I took a bullet t'the head meant f'Ron Goodfella. Pft...Yeah I survived that too. But that bullet is still lodged in my head. Wasn't a prollem' 'til' recent. Started... Gettin' dizzy, sometimes seein' double, headaches... Sigh Took a trip back to Japan, look up a few old contacts, Doctors... Turns out d'...Cells 'round where the bullet is? D'bullet n' d'ead... It's... Mutatin' 'em? They've grown into a tumor. . So now I'm a tickin' time bomb...Shit's gonna' keep growin' til'... Til' I'm dead...I dunno' what d'hell I'm gonna' do... If there is anythin' I can do...But...I know where t'start. Heard a lil' rumor there might be some old friends in a Terminal not far from here..."
Relationships:
M.I.A | RESPECTS | FRIEND | BEST FRIEND | ACQUAINTANCE | DISTRUSTS | DISLIKES | HATES | DECEASED
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-RELATIONSHIPS- M.I.A | RESPECTS | FRIEND |FAMILY| ACQUAINTANCE | DISTRUSTS | DISLIKES | HATES | DECEASED (NOTE: 'FAMILY' is not real family it is who Devi loves like family.)
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