this is from a post i made on a thread that had no responses
the background story was something about zombies and disbelief in god(s)
anyway here's the character summary
Character's name: Vincent
age: 23
descrip: an ex-priest
personality: mostly optimistic, though he is against killing people, he isn't afraid to defend himself when needed. he relies on pure faith when things are looking troubled
History: comes from a family of priests. even though most have abandoned the ideals of God, he sticks true to his heritage. hs is hated by people because he continues to worship a "God" that ceases to exist.
Weapons: a small, hand sized metal cross that has a blade concealed at the bottom end.
Talents: tends to have a lot of luck
Other: carries a bible (he's an ex-priest after all )
symbol and location of it: white holy cross, split down the middle, with flames behind it. located on the top of his right hand.
A lone man walked down the street.
He was wearing a thick, brown trenchcoat.
As he looked around him, there only seemed to be a couple of people walking along this street.
Though compared to the rest of the town, this area seemed more lively.
He continued down the street, until his eyes fixed upon a hanging sign.
Ye Olde Rest Stop
"rest stop?" he said to himself. "Like anyone would want to rest here."
It seemed to be a bit old. It didn't really have a feeling of welcoming.
he decided to step into the rest stop.
a bell attached to the door started to ring.
inside the rest stop, there was only two people: a man behind a counter, and a boy sitting by himself at a table.
"Ahoy there!" the man behind counter yelled to him.
"Ahoy there." he repeated back. " Would you happen to have clean water here?"
"ohoh! but of course. Would you like that in a glass?"
"perferably yes." he sat down at a stool next to the counter.
he looked behind him to the boy sitting by himself.
The boy sat there, staring at him.
He turned back.
"Here's your clean water, that'll be six dollars."
"Six dollars? I didn't realize clean water was so hard to come by."
"Indeed, but I have to make a business don't I? as you can see I don't have a lot of customers here."
"I noticed." he replied.
A slight sound of movement could be heard from behind.
"Well sir, it seems... Your other customer is a bit aggravated."
With his right hand he took a bible hidden in his trenchcoat, and immediately threw it behind him.
The boy who was sitting at the table earlier was now directly behind him, and the book struck him into the face.
He immediately stood back up.
Upon closer inspection, this was no human boy.
The skin color was a bit too pale, and it seemed the location where the bible had struck him didn't even have a mark.
He rushed at the man still sitting on the stool.
With his left hand, he grabbed a small metal cross from his trenchcoat pocket, and pressed it into the boy.
Then, pushing on the upper tip of the cross, a blade launched forward out of the cross, penetrating into the boys skin.
The boy let out an inhuman yell.
He kicked the boy back with both his legs.
The man stood up from his stool, and went to retrieve his bible.
He placed it and the cross into his trenchcoat.
"Oy! What's the big idea?" the man behind the couter yelled.
"Your 'customer' is part of the undead, i was merely defending myself."
"An undead you say? I didn't seem to notice that."
"Of course, why do you think the boy sat at the table and not at the stools?"
"Ah, I see. By the way, who are you? I haven't seen anyone with a bible and a cross in ages."
The man with the trenchcoat looked over to him.
"Vincent." he replied. "I come delivering the wrath of god to the demons of satan."
"Vincent eh? well anyway, that water's on the house." he said pointing to the glass.
Vincent picked it up, and in two gulps he drank all the water in the glass.
"Thanks." he set the glass down.
He walked out of the rest stop.
"So much for peace and quiet."
he sighed.
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