Donovan Kelly
Red headed, wiry. Tends to wear leather. A bit of an asshole. Always looks like he's been in a fight- one where he's come out on top. Also happens to be War, a Horseman of the Apocalypse.
Groups
Personality
People generally want to punch him.
History
First Horseman of the Apocalypse, War.
Donovan Kelly slammed open the door, stomping over to the bar and smacking it. "We got a bartender in here?"
Donovan Kelly grumbled, and simply lifted a bottle of alcohol off of the rack of drinks.
Donovan Kelly decided he didn't like the drink, and threw his bottle at someone random.
Donovan Kelly 's eyebrows shot up as he saw his victim. That was one HELL of a weapon. "Niiiice."
Donovan Kelly threw another bottle at someone. Hopefully not another robot.
Donovan Kelly kicked open the door and stomped to the bar. "Hey, bartender!" he yelled.
Donovan Kelly growled under his breath. "Bartender!" he repeated.
Donovan Kelly suddenly appeared in Angel's booth, picking his teeth. "Hello. Been in a fight?"
Donovan Kelly nodded. "Probably a fight then. Granted, y'don't look like you've been in one." he held out one slightly bloodied hand. "Name's Donovan Kelly, though there's some who know me by a much shorter name."
Donovan Kelly pulled his hand back, grinning slightly maniacally. "Not the one. Right number o' letters, though."
Donovan Kelly nudged her from across the table. "C'mon. Guess. I can tell you're... Sort of angelic. You'd know."
Donovan Kelly shrugged. "Now, I wouldn't know about 'look'. I can sense it." He leaned backward. "Give you a hint. Revelations. Chapter six. Verses two to eight?"
Donovan Kelly blinked. "What, you haven't read the Bible?"
Donovan Kelly sighed. "The Book of Revelations were visions of the apocalypse. Chapter six, verses two to eight? These little guys called the Four Horsemen..."
Donovan Kelly laughed obnoxiously. "Well, guess who you're talking to? Donovan Kelly, known to the legions of Heaven and Hell as War. And lemme tell you- it WILL go down like that. Eventually."
Donovan Kelly quirked an eyebrow. "I think they call that Purgatory, and that's not where much comes from. What, don't believe me, do ya?"
Donovan Kelly rolled his eyes and held out his hand, an enormous, reddish sword appearing in it. Holding it with one hand, he gestured with the blade. "How about now?"
Donovan Kelly rolled his eyes at this. "Hmm. If I were Pestilence, I'd just give you a cold to make you believe. Or roll up my sleeve. As is, what can I do to convince you? Aside from poke you with this baby, which WILL kill you."
Donovan Kelly shrugged. "Fine. Don't come crying to me, though." He then rammed the sword in her chest. "Bam."
Donovan Kelly frowned. "Well, ya didn't say you were immortal." he pulled the sword back out with a 'snik'.