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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 had the impulse to shoot the doll, multiple times. If it wasn't in front of Gh'Aron, he would probably look less insane that way. "Forever? I have your word?" He asked the floor, rubbing his brow some more. He was beginning to wonder of he ran, would it follow somehow.

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Colt was torn, do the task and confirm his insanity, or hope the 'creature' grew bored with and leave him alone. Still feeling the impulse to shoot the creepy thing, as if it deserved a bullet to the head. Sitting back up, he drew one of his revolvers and check the cylinder as he pondered his options.

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Colt Raize it's fine, the creature is the creepy doll

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"Bah, fine..." Colt grunted. Snapping the cylinder of his revolver, he stood about to move when a second voice entered his head. "Like you, yes." He said to the thin air, maybe he really was going crazy...

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Colt pointed his revolver at Gh'Aron. "I don't like voices in my head, so just sit there and do nothing." He ordered the man, enough was enough. He took a step forward and attempted to grab the doll off Gh'Aron's lap.

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Colt immediately fired two shots at the red wall and gave it a kick to test it strength and out of frustration.

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"IT wants something from me." Colt told Gh'Aron, trying not to yell. "We made a deal, I just need it for a second." Colt breathed deeply to calm himself as the wall lowered. "Thank you.." He paused then took the doll with his left hand. He took another deep breath and then kissed the creepy doll on the lips. "Now leave me alone." He told Silvy as he shoved the doll back into Gh'Aron's hands and stomped off to a booth on the other side of the bar. That was it now he was the crazy man in the eyes of everyone in the bar.

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Colt nearly dropped his revolver as he felt something in being eaten away. Whatever that thing was, if it ever spoke to him again, it was getting two solar reflux rounds to the head. Shaking his head, Colt ordered another Ginger Beer, hoping this had all been a dream.

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Colt holstered his revolver as his drink arrived. He took a swig, looking around he wondered how many people thought he was crazy now.

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After having part of his soul eaten, Colt's brain was too fried to stick around to see what else might happen to him here and left Gambit's...

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Colt push the doors open and entered Gambit's. He was probably crazy for coming back after what happened the night before but, seeing as anyone who had seen him then would have come to that conclusion already. He was back as Gambit's was the only place he knew where he could a Ginger Beer.
Weaving through tables, Colt made his was to a booth on the right side of the bar. Taking a seat, he order his drink from the touch screen as his left hands ran over the tooled leather of his new holsters.

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Colt pushed the doors open and entered Gambit's. He was probably crazy for coming back after what happened the night before but, seeing as anyone who had seen him then would have come to that conclusion already. He was back, as Gambit's was the only place he knew where he could get a Ginger Beer.
Weaving through tables, Colt made his was to a booth on the right side of the bar. Taking a seat, he ordered his drink from the touch screen as his left hands ran over the tooled leather of his new holsters.

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Colt's drink arrived soon after he waved his data-card over the scanner to pay for it. Looking up from his thoughts, deciding to continue as if last night hadn't happened, he listened and watched as Cinder finished her song in flaming grace.

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Colt pushed the doors open and entered Gambit's. He was probably crazy for coming back after what happened the night before but, seeing as anyone who had seen him then would have come to that conclusion already, it didn't matter anymore. He was back, as Gambit's was the only place he knew where he could get a Ginger Beer.
Weaving through tables, Colt made his was to a booth on the right side of the bar. Taking a seat, he ordered his drink from the touch screen. His left hand ran over the tooled leather of his new holsters as scan the current crowd.

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Colt paid for his drink when a Tender brought it around. Sipping from the bottle, he looked around in time to see Eisengarde's Glass shatter.

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Colt place his drink on his table, leaning back in his booth. Noticing Gh'Aron enter, Colt had a faint feeling they'd met but it must have been someone else.
Seating in the corner of the booth, Colt fiddled with the silver cross around his neck. He was still recovering from the bite out of his soul the night before.

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Colt raise himself up, to keep from sliding off his seat. He took a swig from his Ginger Beer, releasing the pendant around his neck. The silver cross was an effective barrier to assaults to his soul, but it was too little too late to help the damage done.
Lower than normal energy had been the first sign something was wrong. Colt was now on a mission to ether kill the thing that ate part of his soul or find a way to heal it.

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Colt turned his head to look of the bench seat of his booth when the door squealed. A gray figure entered but chose to seat in the far corner of the room, low on energy, Colt had no motivation to investigate.
Turning back to the counter he ponder the idea of starting a conversation with the woman speaking with her pets...

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Colt stretched in his booth, having zoned out a bit. Bored, he drew his right revolver and spun it in his hand then reholstered with practiced ease.
Silver cross glowing slightly, his soul's energy was renewed, if only slightly.
Sliding out from his booth, he move over to the counter and ordered another Ginger Beer. "Man, I could use a good joust..." He mused to himself. He was still banned from the training grounds till the investigation was over.

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Colt's right hand hovered over his revolver at the sight of ducks?! It had caught him off guard, but his flexed his hands then placed them back on the counter as hi Ginger Beer arrived before him.

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