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Jared Obannon
The oldest, and most experienced, of the dreaded Obannon brothers, Jared is the rag-tag 'leader' of the Brothers Obannon. Specializing in dual-weilding firearms, he is the King of Clubs in the Coalition's Deck of 52.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by RolePlayGateway
So begins...
Jared Obannon's Story
“
Alright then, rag-tag mercenary it is.
”
Jared Obannon scoffed in disagreement. The man beside him dropping the shovel as they stood over the shallow grave. A deep black duster billowed behind the oldest of the Obannon brothers as he leveled the revolver forward, the chunky design of the weapon fit neatly into his cumbersome and gloved hands. A crisp, staccato bark erupted form the barrel as a single slug smashed through the farmers skull, a guttral noise escaping the ruined man as he dropped forward onto his knee's and into the grave. A thick noise bringing him to collide with the ground as blood poured from the massive cavity that had just been bored into his now destroyed skull. The scene was rather brutish, Jared Obannon had just murdered another innocent man due to reasons only he would know. The gunslinger flipped the revolver around his index finger as he slid it back against it's holster. Several moments of silence passed by before he sent a glance to the woman beside him, the girl he knew as Ardin. "The poor bastard drew first, understand?" The Azrican remarked, his
Jared Obannon * fingers pressing against the cold metal of the pistol as he slid it deeper into the holster.
Jared Obannon shook his head as the woman spoke. He had only known her for a few hours, but he was already starting to like her. "I pride myself on my formality, Ardin." He said, nearly scowling as he turned and strode away from the shallow grave. He would leave the corpse, and the mess, to be cleaned up by some unfortunate bastard that happened to stumble upon the scene tomorrow. Jared quickly struck for the bar, not particularly caring the proximity to Ardin as it came into view. The black duster flowed openly behind him, revealing the maniagery of weaponry slung across his hips. The machines of death colliding with one another and making the man sound more of a machine himself than a human being. A cold and careless air didn't help his image either. A hand quikly withdrew a cigarette while the other pulled a lighter from beneath his duster, in seconds the small stick was burning and clenched between his lips.
“
These aren't suggestions, they're orders, punk. Shut the fuck up.]
”
Jared Obannon quickly scaled the stairs leading up to the patio. A gray trail of smoke escaping the glowing end of the cigarette as Obannon pressed the tail of the duster downwards before entering, in an attept to conceal the amount of firepower he'd be unleashing on whichever unfortuante fuck he decided to put a bullet in tonight. "Let's go make some friends." He smirked, his spare hand moving to push the swinging doors open as he entered. With a soft sigh, a wave of smoke was pushed out through his nostrils as he took his first steps into the tavern; glancing first to the left, and then to the right, Jared craned his head backwards as if awaiting the arrival of Ardin.
Jared Obannon nearly growled at a young boy passing beside him, his eyes not necessarily sitting to well as they stared against his duster. Jared let his forearm leave his backside; the fabric resting uneasily against the ground as Obannon stepped to the side to allow Ardin entrance. With the woman in front of him, the Azrican gave a quick look over the woman, sure, she didn't look like the most well kept lady, but a woman is a woman. Of course, she could easily discern Jared's gazing eyes; even if the two hardly spoke, they appeared to share some sort of less-communicable attachment. "Eat 'n meet. The tavern don't look to full tonight ... " Jared returned, his deep grumble of a voice easily penetrating the ears of any nearby. That was before he heard a loud crash from upstairs. "Sounds like there's a party upstairs, though."
“
Nothings immortal, bitch. Get over yourself.]
”
Jared Obannon grinned widely at the mention of 'the act'. Obannon took a powerful step forward, his boot colliding with the ground loudly. "Won't know until you go and investigate, Ardin?" He smirked proudly, one hand pushing his duster to the side to reveal the cumbersome magnum slung against his hip, the bulky firearm easily gathering the clinging eyes of any who were looking in his direction. The thing was fuckin' huge, and set that against his blackened attire and the dark metal of the vest he was wearing. Obannon quickly passed by Ardin as he struck for the bar, his course taking him past two, a man and a woman, speaking. Obannon disregarded their discussion and quickly approached the bar. "I've got all the time in the world, Ardin." He boomed heavily, his voice carrying through the tavern as he took a seat. "I'm having me a drink." He grinned to himself.
Jared Obannon found himself feeding those black orbs of his on the figure of a delictable woman. [b]Beatriz[/i], none the less. Jared made his best effort to turn in his barstool, he had located the girl by simply following Ardin. He gave a quick nod back to Ardin, his mocking expression one of victory as he turned and curled his fingers into a fist, knocking on the counter top with his knuckles to gain the bartenders attention. "Well hello there, miss." He voice sounded like something out of a southern plantation, it was obvious he was using his big boy voice. "Little missy, mind helping me out with a drink? I'd kill for some good whiskey right about now." He smiled darkly to the woman.
Jared Obannon frowned lightly, it appeared his request had went unheard. The Azrican fixed himself in his chair, his cold eyes attempting to catch her as he leaned inward across the counter to speak to her more clearly. "Whiskey, ma'am ... Whiskey." He emphasized, his arms folding across one another as he licked his lips. Partly in anticipation of the alcohol, or dangerous thoughts running through his head.
Jared Obannon grinned widely as the tumbler was placed infront of him. A malicious hand quickly struck forward as the oldest of the Brothers Obannon looked to drown whatever sorrows he had in the timeless amber liquid. Jared delivered a brisk grumble as he pulled the cap from the tumbler and craned his head to look into the small bottle. "So, what stuffs in here, dear?" He questioned.
“
Oh. Well, too late for that. ._.]
”
“
I want that fucking cat.]
”
“
Bitches and bastards!]
”
Jared Obannon grinned widely as the tumbler was placed infront of him. A malicious hand quickly struck forward as the oldest of the Brothers Obannon looked to drown whatever sorrows he had in the timeless amber liquid. Jared delivered a brisk grumble as he pulled the cap from the tumbler and craned his head to look into the small bottle. "So, what stuffs in here, dear?" He questioned.
“
Man-falluz?]
”
“
Disco-stick?]
”
Jared Obannon found himself placing a hand on Ardin's shoulder as she moved close in, whispering into his ear as he relished in her dissappointment. "Don't tell me you're liking the little girl, are ya'?" He played back, leveling his own head forward and brushing against her cheek as he inhaled. "You ain't lookin' the prettiest tonight, Ardin. I don't think you can handle a girl tonight." He mocked openly, while the bartender herself was obviously occupied. He quickly turned away and back to her. "There just nothing but whiskey in here, ain't it?" He inquired.
Jared Obannon howled widely as the woman pulled away from him. A grin playing across his face, whatever the fuck happened next was what really sent him on his ass. His face was melded into an expression of pure amusement, and pleasure as Ardin tore away at the fabric of the bartenders clothing. Catching a brisk glimpse of the goods, the oldest Obannon brother slapped his hand on his knee and quickly wrenched a hand around Ardin's shoulder, in an attempt to pull the woman away and out of her frenzy. "Ardin ... Ardin! Calm yourself down you crazy bitch!" He growled.