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Description

Personality
He can be a bit of an ass at times, but when your close to him, he'll be your friend.
Equipment
He carries a box of cigarettes, and a pocket knife.
History
As a child he was very religious, and loved going to church. Around the age of 17 his parents were murdered, and he was kidnapped. He woke up with his arms tied behind his back in a dumpster. A man found him that night. HE told him that he could get revenge on the man that killed his parents. And that he just had to sign on the dotted line.
Seth Garrison looked at Jackson Revolver from the alleyway nearby, "nice bike, kiddo." he stated, lighting his cigarette. The Cigarette illuminated the man's face, and the scars he bore. His eyes glowed red in the shadow that currently covered them.
Seth Garrison smirked, and puffed out some smoke. "And why's that?" he asked, taking a step towards him. He stayed out of the light, but obviously moved closer to Jackson.
Seth Garrison Grinned widely, "That's a cute little gun you got there kiddo." he chuckled. His right eye light up like a flame in the darkness.
Seth Garrison squinted his eyes, "and what'll you do if I don't?" he asked, leaning forward slightly. His face at the edge of the shadow he was standing in. He then looked at the gun, "you're going to shoot me? I dunno how much good that'll do ya, kiddo." he chuckled.
Seth Garrison took a step back, and dropped the cigarette from his mouth. A small whole where the bullet went into him light up like a flame, and then slowly dimmed until it was nothing. Seth looked up towards Jackson, "You made me drop my cigarette, now I'm pissed." Seth quickly bolted from the shadows, and moved to punch Jackson in the side of his face.
Seth Garrison Opened his hand, which had now caught on fire, and caught Jackson's punch."What're you gonna do?" he laughed. The skin on the boy's knuckles would most likely be singed from the flames in Seth's hand.. He then moved to headbutt Jackson.
Seth Garrison let the blade stab into him. He leaned forward, and spat blood in the boy's face. He then moved to the side quickly, breaking the blade of the boy's weapon. He then brought his hand up quickly to grab the boy's neck, and lift him off of the ground.
Seth Garrison leaned his head slightly to the side, allowing the blade to sail past him. He then used his free arm to grab the boy's arme wrist, and twist it. He then threw the kid down towards the curb of the street.
Seth Garrison opened his mouth as the boy pulled up the revolver. He quickly shut his mouth as three holes appeared in his chest, the fourth round nestled in his blood stained teeth. HE spat the bullet out on the ground and grinned at Jackson. "ya got one bullet left kid." he laughed as he leaned over the kid. He quickly craoched, and punched the boy in the face, before he yanked the revolver from his hand. He stood up, and grinned at the boy. "LEt's hope lucks on your side, kiddo." he said quietly before he spun the barrel of the gun, aed aimed towards the boy's shoulder and pulled the trigger.
Seth Garrison leaned backwards, and let the punch miss him. He then grabbed then pucnh the kid in the chest, and pushed him back onto the ground. He leaned over him, and swung at the boy's face. If the first hit connected he would attempt another four or five punches.
Seth Garrison grinned at Jackson. "You want to play the biting game?" He laughed as he slammed his arm, and the boy into the closest wall. If the boy wouldn't detach himself after that Seth would then punch the boy a little under the nose to break his upper teeth.
Seth Garrison pulled his head back as Jackson's hand made contact with his face. He then moved forward again, and grabbed the boy's hand with his teeth, and bit down as hard as he could, drawing blood and hopefully breaking bone.
Seth Garrison Spun quickly, and round-house kicked the boy in the head. He then leaned over the boy, and grinned. "Your lucky I'm not going to kill you, so just remember the Demon named Seth spared your life." He then punched the boy in the face, which slammed his head on the ground. Afterwards he lifted the boy, and tossed him towards his bike, "you can keep the damn bike, I just wanted an exuse to beat someone up." he laughed, as he light another cigarette, and dissappeared into the alley way he had emerged from.
Seth Garrison slid into the bar. He grinned as he sat down at the counter. He then frowned a bit when he noticed a spot of blood on his jacket from wn earlier.. encounter. He wiped it off, and prdered a beer.
Seth Garrison snickered, "I think he can live without it." he said, taking a sip of his beer. He then nodded back to Jackson, "I just beat the shit out of that guy." he said to himself.
Seth Garrison blinked a few times, "What d'you mean Serenade?" he aksed, taking another sip of his beer. "No one's doing anything to me, that kid can't even tell them I beat him half to death, the kid's out cold." He stated, smirking
Seth Garrison looked over at Adrian, "what's it to ya, kiddo?" he asked, finishing his beer. He placed his glass on the table, and stood up.
Seth Garrison smirked, "He started it, kiddo." he snickered. He then lit another cigarette, and scratched his scar.
Seth Garrison walked to the door of the bar, "you got this under control, serenade, you know where to find me if you need me." he said, before he left.