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Colt

"If I protect them I may gain nothing, but if I didn't I'd lose everything!"

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Zethgro

Description

Name: John Ambrose Colt
Age: 17
Height: 6 ft
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue with a Silver streaks

Colt wears vintage style black trousers and white dress shirt under a black vest. His boot have wooden soles for a reason known only to him. Around his neck, under his shirt's collar, he wears a simple silver cross.

Personality: Colt has a strong sense of honor and believes in protecting others.

Tools of the Trade:
Dual Peacemakers: Two Colt Peacemakers modified with SR Cylinders for Solar Reflux rounds. Kept in a dual holster belt around his wast.
Data-card: combined pass card and credit card for both uses.
Starter-chip: for his hoverbike.
Silver Cross: Forged in a solar flare. After an encounter with a soul eating creature Colt had this made to protect it from further attacks.
Custom Boots: Colt's wooden soled boots were made with two daggers, one in each, that pop-out with a double tap of his heel. For close quarters combat.
Quadthane 04: Modified standard CLC issued hoverbike. (rough sketch: http://img829.imageshack.us/img829/3373/sc00253376.jpg)
Riding Helmet: Image
RWL: Reflux wave lance, a hoverbike lance with a personalized core for melee combat. (pic coming)


Personnel File:
-Incomplete-
Apprentice of the Chevaill Lancer Corps. EDIT-suspended while under investigation...
Joined at minimum age of 16. Family: Deceased Class Rank: Second Seat
Notes: Seek further information on missing paperwork.

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Colt's Story

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Colt made his way through the doors into Gambit's Bar. The wooden soles of his boots made an odd clack as he crossed the room, weaving between tables. Picking one at random, he took a seat. Leaning forward he tapped the touchscreen menu. He began to glare at the screen as if it was annoying him.

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Colt continued to glare at the screen as he kept tapping, and after messing with just about every setting on the thing, ordered a Ginger Beer. Slipping his right hand in his vest he retrieved his Data-card and waved it over the scanner to pay for the drink.

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Slipping his card back in his vest, Colt looked, having heard a rushed voice speaking. Even though his hearing was great his gray tinted blue eyes had a slight faraway look to them as he searched for the rushed voice.

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Colt 's ears zeroed in on Francis, guiding his eyes, when she started crying. He stood slowly and started toward the three at the booth. He held back a bit, there was still a chance for a peaceful outcome. The wooden soles of his boots would make enough of a sound that showed he was heading over.

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Colt stopped a few feet from the booth, it seemed the situation was dissipating. Colt said nothing and slipping hands into his pockets, pushing coat out of the way. His revolvers clearly visible if Zen bothered to look behind himself. Colt would wait a bit, hoping he wouldn't have to draw.

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Colt let out a sigh of relief as Francis was extracted from the booth and Zen seemed to have stood down. 'Close one...' he thought to himself. "Well, now that that's settled..." Colt nodded to Kat and Francis. He turned back to his table and was about to step towards it when a visible shiver went down his back. He had just remembered his revolvers were still loaded with blank from training, he could have been shot twice before he figured it out back there.

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Colt looked up from his pondering when he was spoken to. "Perfectly fine, you?" He asked, taking his seat at a table once again.

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"Not if you don't." Colt responded. He drew one of his revolvers, barrel pointed at the table top, and popped out the cylinder. 'Yep, blanks..' he thought to himself before popping it back and holstering the gun.

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"They get the job done." Colt replied to the comment. "Modeled after the colt peacemaker with modifed cylinders for solar reflux round." He explained their design.

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Colt nodded, letting Leech leave. Drawing out his revolvers again, he popped the cylinders, removing the blanks. Sweeping them into one of his large outer coat pocket, he pulls some SR round from his belt and reloaded his revolvers and reholstered once again, just in case.

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Colt grabbed his drink that had apparently be delivered when he'd stepped away from his table. "Odd, you'd think they'd at least make sure it goes to the right person..." He mused as he sipped his Ginger Beer.

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Colt blinked at the bar counter, his vision wasn't the best but it was sure the doll hadn't been there a second ago. It was weird for some reason he had the urge to shot it and he didn't know why. Colt continued to watch, seemingly glaring at it.

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Colt 's eyes went wide. He looked around himself for the source of the voice he'd heard. No one was their. "Colt, John." He answered 'Silvy', his boot tapping the ground as he listened for the echos.

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Colt was unnerved, his vision was always questionable but his hearing rarely lied. "And what brings you to that conclusion?" He asked Silvy, his voice lower to avoid sounding like he was talking to himself, which he wasn't.

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"Hmm..." Colt mused, rubbing his chin. "Although tower rescues are somewhat enjoyable, I find rescuing something I can't see uneasing." He said, peaking in his bottle wondering if he'd been slipped something.

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Colt looked up from the bottle, 'is it possible...' he thought, eyes on the doll. He was tempted to draw his weapon on it. But that would throw the last straw at the question of his sanity. He eyed Leech "quite possibly..." he mumbbled.

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"Weather I have or nor, I don't intend to unless I have a reason." Colt replied to Silvy. His eyes on the doll, he was sure it was the source. Flexing his hands he was ready to draw if needed.

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Colt froze, Silvy had a point. Although the thing was 'creepy' he had no reason to destroy it. "No..." he said simply and leaned back in his seat.

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Colt felt a slight temperature change but didn't turn to look, still focused on the doll. "Which is?" He inquired of Silvy.

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Colt raised an eyebrow when Gh'Aron picked the doll up. Perhaps he wasn't the only being spoken to. He rubbed the bridge of nose at Silvy's request. He was already seemingly talking to himself, but doing that to a doll was at a different level. "There's nothing else you'd rather I do?" He questioned the air.

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