"Actor and Thief and Freedom Fighter Extraordinaire"
"A Criminal for hire by trade however as of late Nathaniel has turned a new leaf and moved towards helping those around him by joining from various groups and leaving as to not end up dead by civil war, sweeps...or worse"
"I travel the wastes, in search of the messiah, a man who shall save us from this mess... I will find him, an none shall stop me.
Join me and be a disciple, a sheep to my flock. Sinners and Judas's will not be tolerated any longer."
A descendant from mother Russia, all the man has left is his faith and whatever he can scavenge. He is relentless in his goal of unification, and spreading the good word that soon... we shall all be saved, whether you like it or not.
Not much is known about SHEPPARD, but it is clear that he served in the seven hour war and somehow, through it all... he found God. SHEPPARD does share some characteristics to the Vortigaunts, sharing in many ideologies, it is rumored that he lived with some for a time, but those are probably just rumors. The man would be covered from the neck down in tattoos, being sourced from Christianity and Russian folk stories.
Now SHEPPARD can be found stalking the wastes, clad in basic protective gear with a cross painted on his chest plate. It is unclear what the man even wants, perhaps he is looking for someone?
"I travel these wastes of wretched sin in search of those... TRULY pure. God will guide me through this sea of hate, into the new light we shall all wake... Willing or unwilling we shall be saved."
Present Day
"Stalkers of these waste have the nerve to call me insane, may the Lord forgive them... A failure to act is a failure to live, and what are we without faith? I will show them the light... They will all see"
SHEPPARDhas been seen nearing the interior of city 24, Attempting to find a way into the interior of the city without any resistance, perhaps his search will be over soon. A SHEPPARDneeds a flock as a flock needs a SHEPPARD. To guide or die will be his cause, until God calls him to another.
Sob stories are, unfortunately, all too common occurrence these days. Little does life care for the brutality that occurs on a daily basis when existing; a realization that haunts the minds of some endlessly until they are strangled down into a pit of depression. Leon O’Shea is just another victim of this phenomenon. An emotion that has remained so gripped and in-line with his personality his entire life that it has pushed away figures that may have managed to suppress it, and pulled in others that actively embraced it.
As cliché as it is, Leon was a mistake. A product of two parents too stupid and in love to see the level of responsibility that came with conceiving a child at such a young age. Already poor, and feeling that the world offered more than to be tethered to a newborn, the couple was swift to abandon their child and leave Leon on the step of a farm just on the outskirts of Limerick, Ireland. Leon had always assumed they thought of the act as a ‘fairytale beginning’, which always sent him into a disgustingly sour and raging attitude, often occurring when thinking of his parents. The farm he had been delicately placed on the foot of, however, was anything but a fairytale.
The married couple that had lived on the plot of land for years were struggling to make ends meet as is, as the plot of land they inhabited was frequent to torrential downpours and terrible weather that made the soil far too damp and muddy to plant crops. The only thing getting them by were the various, small numbers of livestock that roamed the fields, consisting primarily of cows, pigs, and chickens. While the financial troubles of raising a child in their already struggling condition seemed overbearing, the couple decided to take the risk and raise the newborn regardless. After all, an extra hand in the future could prove useful.
As soon as Leon was capable of handling simple tasks, he would promptly be put to work on the farm, helping with responsibilities all along the homestead as soon as he reached the age of twelve. This mostly included tending to and maintaining what little livestock lived among the property. During the years, disdain had grown between the married couple of the farm, and much of their hatred and distaste for one another had translated into occasional verbal spats of venom towards Leon, and at worse, a fierce beating with a wooden paddle. These acts of violence against the boy resulted in fiercely stagnant levels of anti-social behavior whenever Leon was at school. Visible bruises plagued the boy’s body, yet nobody who saw cared to inquire about their origins. It should be noted that Leon never had a distaste for company, but was merely incapable of adequately expressing his emotions. Oftentimes, he’d come off as brash, rude, or just painfully awkward, traits that never translated well to the other children at school.
Never the idle sort, however, Leon took immense interest in auto repair, more particularly involving motorcycles within Limerick. With the begrudging consent of the couple to spend his idle time working on an abandoned bike that had sat rusting away in their shed, Leon spent a majority of his time putting together and taking apart motors and pieces of the bike. It was always a surefire place to find him whenever he wasn’t working on the farm, at school, or sleeping. Whether it was a genuine passion, or a mere escapism from the depressing life he led, Leon found much joy with his mechanical prowess, eventually getting the pile of rusting bike parts to fully function at the age of fifteen.
However, as he grew, his realization and disdain for the life he had been born into followed suit. The repetitive and abusive lifestyle came to be far too tiresome once Leon had reached the age of seventeen. After enduring another painstaking night of abuse from the couple, Leon decided to make his move. No heartfelt goodbyes, no letters, no signs, Leon rode his motorbike from the farm and made the choice to never look back. He rode as far as the rusty bike could take him, eventually landing him in the neighboring town of ‘Ennis’. No job, an abandoned education, and no money left Leon with little options. Through seemingly divine-intervention, however, as Leon sat outside of the parking lot of a convenience store, cradling his head beside his bike in deep thought of what he could possibly do next, he was approached by two gentlemen exiting the store. Both men were amused by the absolute shitcan of a bike that sat behind the teen and asked where he got it. Leon would awkwardly respond by stating he had repaired it himself and rode it all the way from Limerick, and that it wasn’t as ‘shitty’ as it appeared. Blatantly intrigued, the men both took pity on the boy, deciding to allow him to tag along and join them on a trip back to their worksite. Although skeptical, Leon noticed both men donning mechanical jumpsuits, being covered in oil and grime, and being generally quite charismatic. And, of course, it wasn’t like he had a choice.
The spirit of Leon’s intrigue in the mechanical profession would drastically spike upon following the gentlemen to their work, serving as an unofficial internship as he watched the mechanics work and give tips regarding their work. Needless to say, Leon stuck around and quickly became acquainted with the workshop’s family of employees, the men he had met having been brothers working at their father’s auto shop. Graciously, they would take Leon under their wing and allow him a place to sleep, eat, and learn their trade. Though his social ineptitude was still quite present, the auto family came to find his silent and awkwardness rather endearing.
Although now somewhat part of a caring family, Leon still never fully associated himself with the title. He had been far too scarred and bitter from his experiences in the past, and the prospect of getting his hopes up with this endeavor left him in a constant state of distrust. Even though he still loved and deeply cared for those who had brought him in, he never considered them his family, despite their verbal comments to the contrary. He found solace in the work they provided, and that was enough. Enough time and money to carve out his own place to live, sleep, and eat was the ultimate goal in his life upon reaching his 20s. A chance to be truly independent and not have to hope on the grace of others for him to get a meal. Once he achieved this, however, the impact of realization had hit him.
"What now?"
Leon had his own place, his own stocked fridge, a consistent job, and even a bike to work on in peace. But was this really it? He had no further desire for schooling, nor any interest in pursuing someone romantically. Maybe this was just the course in life? You live to work and work to live. The all-encroaching shade of gray began shrouding his world again. He needed something to give him purpose, but he was too afraid to branch out and take what he felt he was owed. Content, but utterly depressed, he stuck with the auto repair job until the unexpected day occurred.
The portal openings of 2001 were a time full of fear and uncertainty to be sure, but the effect it had on the world was laughable compared to the arrival of the Combine forces. Seven Hours pass, and Leon is one of the few remaining survivors within his town. Grouped up, processed, and sent to the nearest city that could harbor him and whatever poor souls may have been left, Leon had never felt so alive than with the fear of death that surrounded him. What was happening was obviously no good, as everyone he had ever knew within the town of Ennis was now indistinguishable from the rubble that now littered it, but it was the first time in decades that he had felt the thumping of his heart. All comforts were stripped. His denim and casual clothing replaced with blue jumpsuits. His homemade stews and Harp lager replaced with laughably dull imitations. And even his beloved bike, having been utterly destroyed in the usurpation of Earth.
Leon had been reset back to stage one, and with it, a whole slew of new rules and threats to live by. It was extraordinarily easy for him to feign obedience to the policing forces within the city, but the threat of authority quickly brought Leon back to a state he could only remember since he was a boy, which promptly turned him back to a state of rebellious nature. Despite hopping around numerous cities amid relocation efforts, Leon would eventually find himself, all those years later, sitting within the slums of City Twenty-Four, unwilling to live among the other populace on the streets, choosing to live the life of a hermit to escape their rules instead. Despite his anti-social behavior, Leon was quick to overhear various work opportunities becoming available within these dank slums. His idleness had lasted too long again, and he felt compelled to assist and work for his own dependency once more.
Perhaps, this time, he could serve a grander purpose for something besides himself?
Where to begin from the old man? He spent his youth admiring the countryside of the Scottish East coast, thunder roaring in his ears, the gulls bickering as they do, the ships wail at night and the lighthouse's beacon shining so bright yet so far.
Born after the war to a family of seafarers and men three sheets to the wind, Fergus was keen on preserving his tradition of a son by the sea. he would make boats out of paper and push them into the sea, hoping they would return to him, they never did... He trod upon Stonehaven's sandy beaches, he went upon his father's trawler at sea, the more he grew old the more the sea clang onto him.
At the young age of twenty-three, he stood in the shoes of a lighthouse keep, polishing its beacon, paintings its walls, and clearing every corner of its small building. He stood by it and it stood by him, every day he would march around its grassy perimeter trimming any blade of grass too long. His life was perfect, he found something he could do on his five-week shift, and then, he went to another. He did it over and over. He stood in every lighthouse across every coast of Scotland, and he never stopped.
When the Resonance Cascade came, that's when his life changed, it meant he had one more thing pestering him along with the many things that came during his work, it meant he had to spear at new species of Xenian fish, trample dangerous flora and load his boomstick at anyone trying to get close to his lighthouse.
One day, he heard and saw jets roar into the sky, something he would never see in this part of the dark coast, he switched on the old radio and heard alarms go on and off, he was all at sea. Seven hours pass, until the radio buzzes at his ear once more, mankind's force is defeated to an alien force. "Was it Poseidon?" he contemplated... He was then dragged out of one of the many lighthouses he kept, thrown into a city of landlubbers far from the Scottish coast. and yet, he escaped.
He finds himself outside of the city, to desolate plains of grass, and by its cliffside lie rocky shores...
To where will the tide lead him?
"I travel the wastes, in search of the messiah, a man who shall save us from this mess... I will find him, an none shall stop me.
Join me and be a disciple, a sheep to my flock. Sinners and Judas's will not be tolerated any longer."
A descendant from mother Russia, all the man has left is his faith and whatever he can scavenge. He is relentless in his goal of unification, and spreading the good word that soon... we shall all be saved, whether you like it or not.
Not much is known about SHEPPARD, but it is clear that he served in the seven hour war and somehow, through it all... he found God. SHEPPARD does share some characteristics to the Vortigaunts, sharing in many ideologies, it is rumored that he lived with some for a time, but those are probably just rumors. The man would be covered from the neck down in tattoos, being sourced from Christianity and Russian folk stories.
Now SHEPPARD can be found stalking the wastes, clad in basic protective gear with a cross painted on his chest plate. It is unclear what the man even wants, perhaps he is looking for someone?
"I travel these wastes of wretched sin in search of those... TRULY pure. God will guide me through this sea of hate, into the new light we shall all wake... Willing or unwilling we shall be saved."
Present Day
"Stalkers of these waste have the nerve to call me insane, may the Lord forgive them... A failure to act is a failure to live, and what are we without faith? I will show them the light... They will all see"
SHEPPARDhas been seen nearing the interior of city 24, Attempting to find a way into the interior of the city without any resistance, perhaps his search will be over soon. A SHEPPARDneeds a flock as a flock needs a SHEPPARD. To guide or die will be his cause, until God calls him to another.
Sob stories are, unfortunately, all too common occurrence these days. Little does life care for the brutality that occurs on a daily basis when existing; a realization that haunts the minds of some endlessly until they are strangled down into a pit of depression. Leon O’Shea is just another victim of this phenomenon. An emotion that has remained so gripped and in-line with his personality his entire life that it has pushed away figures that may have managed to suppress it, and pulled in others that actively embraced it.
As cliché as it is, Leon was a mistake. A product of two parents too stupid and in love to see the level of responsibility that came with conceiving a child at such a young age. Already poor, and feeling that the world offered more than to be tethered to a newborn, the couple was swift to abandon their child and leave Leon on the step of a farm just on the outskirts of Limerick, Ireland. Leon had always assumed they thought of the act as a ‘fairytale beginning’, which always sent him into a disgustingly sour and raging attitude, often occurring when thinking of his parents. The farm he had been delicately placed on the foot of, however, was anything but a fairytale.
The married couple that had lived on the plot of land for years were struggling to make ends meet as is, as the plot of land they inhabited was frequent to torrential downpours and terrible weather that made the soil far too damp and muddy to plant crops. The only thing getting them by were the various, small numbers of livestock that roamed the fields, consisting primarily of cows, pigs, and chickens. While the financial troubles of raising a child in their already struggling condition seemed overbearing, the couple decided to take the risk and raise the newborn regardless. After all, an extra hand in the future could prove useful.
As soon as Leon was capable of handling simple tasks, he would promptly be put to work on the farm, helping with responsibilities all along the homestead as soon as he reached the age of twelve. This mostly included tending to and maintaining what little livestock lived among the property. During the years, disdain had grown between the married couple of the farm, and much of their hatred and distaste for one another had translated into occasional verbal spats of venom towards Leon, and at worse, a fierce beating with a wooden paddle. These acts of violence against the boy resulted in fiercely stagnant levels of anti-social behavior whenever Leon was at school. Visible bruises plagued the boy’s body, yet nobody who saw cared to inquire about their origins. It should be noted that Leon never had a distaste for company, but was merely incapable of adequately expressing his emotions. Oftentimes, he’d come off as brash, rude, or just painfully awkward, traits that never translated well to the other children at school.
Never the idle sort, however, Leon took immense interest in auto repair, more particularly involving motorcycles within Limerick. With the begrudging consent of the couple to spend his idle time working on an abandoned bike that had sat rusting away in their shed, Leon spent a majority of his time putting together and taking apart motors and pieces of the bike. It was always a surefire place to find him whenever he wasn’t working on the farm, at school, or sleeping. Whether it was a genuine passion, or a mere escapism from the depressing life he led, Leon found much joy with his mechanical prowess, eventually getting the pile of rusting bike parts to fully function at the age of fifteen.
However, as he grew, his realization and disdain for the life he had been born into followed suit. The repetitive and abusive lifestyle came to be far too tiresome once Leon had reached the age of seventeen. After enduring another painstaking night of abuse from the couple, Leon decided to make his move. No heartfelt goodbyes, no letters, no signs, Leon rode his motorbike from the farm and made the choice to never look back. He rode as far as the rusty bike could take him, eventually landing him in the neighboring town of ‘Ennis’. No job, an abandoned education, and no money left Leon with little options. Through seemingly divine-intervention, however, as Leon sat outside of the parking lot of a convenience store, cradling his head beside his bike in deep thought of what he could possibly do next, he was approached by two gentlemen exiting the store. Both men were amused by the absolute shitcan of a bike that sat behind the teen and asked where he got it. Leon would awkwardly respond by stating he had repaired it himself and rode it all the way from Limerick, and that it wasn’t as ‘shitty’ as it appeared. Blatantly intrigued, the men both took pity on the boy, deciding to allow him to tag along and join them on a trip back to their worksite. Although skeptical, Leon noticed both men donning mechanical jumpsuits, being covered in oil and grime, and being generally quite charismatic. And, of course, it wasn’t like he had a choice.
The spirit of Leon’s intrigue in the mechanical profession would drastically spike upon following the gentlemen to their work, serving as an unofficial internship as he watched the mechanics work and give tips regarding their work. Needless to say, Leon stuck around and quickly became acquainted with the workshop’s family of employees, the men he had met having been brothers working at their father’s auto shop. Graciously, they would take Leon under their wing and allow him a place to sleep, eat, and learn their trade. Though his social ineptitude was still quite present, the auto family came to find his silent and awkwardness rather endearing.
Although now somewhat part of a caring family, Leon still never fully associated himself with the title. He had been far too scarred and bitter from his experiences in the past, and the prospect of getting his hopes up with this endeavor left him in a constant state of distrust. Even though he still loved and deeply cared for those who had brought him in, he never considered them his family, despite their verbal comments to the contrary. He found solace in the work they provided, and that was enough. Enough time and money to carve out his own place to live, sleep, and eat was the ultimate goal in his life upon reaching his 20s. A chance to be truly dependent and not have to depend on the grace of others for him to get a meal. Once he achieved this, however, the impact of realization had hit him.
"What now?"
Leon had his own place, his own stocked fridge, a consistent job, and even a bike to work on in peace. But was this really it? He had no further desire for schooling, nor any interest in pursuing someone romantically. Maybe this was just the course in life? You live to work and work to live. The all-encroaching shade of gray began shrouding his world again. He needed something to give him purpose, but he was too afraid to branch out and take what he felt he was owed. Content, but utterly depressed, he stuck with the auto repair job until the unexpected day occurred.
The portal openings of 2001 were a time full of fear and uncertainty to be sure, but the effect it had on the world was laughable compared to the arrival of the Combine forces. Seven Hours pass, and Leon is one of the few remaining survivors within his town. Grouped up, processed, and sent to the nearest city that could harbor him and whatever poor souls may have been left, Leon had never felt so alive than with the fear of death that surrounded him. What was happening was obviously no good, as everyone he had ever knew within the town of Ennis was now indistinguishable from the rubble that now littered it, but it was the first time in decades that he had felt the thumping of his heart. All comforts were stripped. His denim and casual clothing replaced with blue jumpsuits. His homemade stews and Harp lager replaced with laughably dull imitations. And even his beloved bike, having been utterly destroyed in the usurpation of Earth.
Leon had been reset back to stage one, and with it, a whole slew of new rules and threats to live by. It was extraordinarily easy for him to feign obedience to the policing forces within the city, but the threat of authority quickly brought Leon back to a state he could only remember since he was a boy, which promptly turned him back to a state of rebellious nature. Despite hopping around numerous cities amid relocation efforts, Leon would eventually find himself, all those years later, sitting within the slums of City Twenty-Four, unwilling to live among the other populace on the streets, choosing to live the life of a hermit to escape their rules instead. Despite his anti-social behavior, Leon was quick to overhear various work opportunities becoming available within these dank slums. His idleness had lasted too long again, and he felt compelled to assist and work for his own dependency once more.
Perhaps, this time, he could serve a grander purpose for something besides himself?
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