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Ein Glassville

"Everyone comes to their senses, sometime."

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a character in “Lock, Stock & Barrel - Guns of Aldoria”, as played by Shiki29

Description

Full Name: Ein Glassville
Alignment: True Neutral
Faction: Pan-Aldorian Commerce League, formerly United Kryssaian Republic.



Physical Description
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Ein is 6'0", and 150 lbs. His build is thin, to the point of making him look fragile, while in actuality, the opposite is true. Ein's face is only slightly thin, with thin lips and eyes that tend to be squinted or half-closed, giving him a look that can range from being wise beyond his years to simply being tired. Ein's expression tends not to change very much. The angle of his smile is not very acute, nor is the angle of his frown, usually. Ein wears prescription eyeglasses that are completely round, as well.

Personality
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Ein is a calm and collected individual with little to no radical beliefs on anything. His view of justice and evil depends on what he is paid to do, or what is most expedient to him, in most cases. Ein seems not to have a conscience at all, but is very agreeable when money is his motivation. Ein is even very greedy, and likes to save money without spending it. This does not stop him from spending it on necessities. Despite Ein's seeming lack of concern for things around him, he is actually a very perceptive individual, and it is hard for a detail to pass by him.

Ein has a genius-level intellect, and learns most skills faster than others tend to within a certain time-frame. He is knowledgeable about many things in the world, especially in scientific fields that relate to physics, chemistry, and biology. His skill in engineering is high, allowing him to be able to repair and modify a lot of equipment with ease, should he have the parts and time to do it. Ein's detached nature is a direct result of his being a scientist.

History
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Ein has had a fairly good life, living in the United Kryssaian Republic, and having a fantastic education. His studies led him to become a researcher, and his chief goal was to help the world through science. His beliefs were that he would be able to help people best if he knew how to do it. In time, he became one of the most prominent researchers in the UKR. He spent his entire career in research before being murdered by a group of Lawmen in an alleyway. That was when the second part of his life came to be. He woke up in a morgue, alive, and with Black Wind in his hands. The weapon hit him with the memories of things that he would rather wish to forget, as well as the kind of person the creator of the weapon was. Realizing how evil the weapon was, and that he himself was just as horrible as it's maker, he left the morgue, sneaked into his former residence and workplace and took things helpful to him, as well as buying what he needed, but did not have. He became a courier for the League under a fake identity in order to have a job that was more flexible, for his new goal, which is the destruction of Black Wind. From there, over a total of about 10 years of traveling, he ended up in many intense situations, and many confrontations with Lawmen, bandits, and other dangers. As of the moment, he is a battle-hardened veteran, someone who did not survive fighting, but discovered he had a natural penchant for it.

Signature Weapon(s) & Equipment
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Signature Gun: Demonic Firearm "Black Wind."
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Creator: The Keeper of Blades, a Daedaric Nobleman who wished to become immortal, even more than he already was as a gunslinger. The Keeper of Blades is technically exactly like Ein is, and was one of the most psychotic people in Aldoria. The Daedarics themselves despised him and his methods.
Attributes & Powers: The gun's original power was the ability to bend space around the wielder to a certain degree. The distance of this power is only a few meters, but it's potential is great. One could affect how long something has to travel to reach a certain destination, allowing for one to speed up and slow down objects, or themselves. Ein can even weaken the structural bonds of objects, to a degree, or even strengthen the object. This can make Ein deadly in close combat, where he can strengthen an object he picks up and use it as a weapon, or weaken an opponent's armor to strike it and possibly shatter it. Ein can use this space manipulation to dodge bullets, or strengthen the force of the shots from his shotgun by reducing spread. With a slug designed to be destructive and durable, this added force can produce a very powerful piercing shot.
The gun has other capabilities, mostly auxiliary. The gun allows it's user to have a flawed version of immortality. The Gunsmith who made the weapon attempted to become more immortal than a gunslinger, and did so in a way that ultimately failed. The Gunsmith was reincarnated, exactly as he was, but without his memories or knowledge. Every time he was reincarnated, the gun would attempt to move to his location, somehow, by mind-controlling people and animals. The gun would make it's way to reincarnated slinger. The gun hasn't found a reincarnation until it found Ein. Upon finding a wielder, it transfers the memories of the original gunsmith, but the way a book would, rather than directly giving the slinger those memories. There are only a few capable of actually holding the weapon, as the memories of the insane man tend to drive everyone else insane.

Base Weapon: Sawed-off double-barreled shotgun.
Caliber & Ammunition: A variety of shells, sabot, slugs, and 12 gauge rounds.
Action: (GM, halp. I don't know what to call it.)
Magazine: Double barrel, one round each barrel.
History: Black Wind was made as a weapon by an insane Daedaric man who wished to become truly immortal. The gun stored his soul, or rather, an imitation of it. As a result, whenever the man was reincarnated, his memories would not follow. The gun would always try to find it's way to the reincarnation of the Keeper of Blades. The Keeper was a sadist, often thought of as a phantom of war, and always associated with war, death, and disease. He was brilliant, but was a horrible creature. The Keeper wanted to be immortal for whatever stock reason he had, and he did try. The gun has only been wielded by Ein, as it is the first slinger it found it's way to.


Additional Equipment
Holographic com-link, worn on his ear, that has a large variety of functions, including being a flashlight.
A .40 caliber semi-automatic handgun that holds 10 rounds.
2 combat knives.
In keeping with the Keeper's personality, a knack for bladed weapons is a requirement. A katana made using advanced materials and smelting techniques.
A large motorcycle, designed to carry large amounts of equipment. Image
A launcher, similar to a handheld cross between a crossbow and a catapult. It fires explosive rounds, is able to folded to a smaller size, and was taken from a bandit. It's too large to really use effectively for more than simply firing it. It only folds to a size that allows it to be carried on his motorcycle without it using up too much room.
A grappling hook gun, the size of a pistol.
A very odd attire for Aldoria: A black, somewhat thin coat, black vest, black trouser-like pants, and black, thin-brimmed fedora.

Powers and Abilities
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Other than the powers afforded by his gun, Ein just has a natural affinity for combat. It could almost be called a form of "combat logic" that Ein is able to tap into and realize. This is part of what makes him so good in close range combat. Since guns do not seem to rely on this as much, Ein replies more on his logical thinking of a situation for gunfights, which usually works.

So begins...

Ein Glassville's Story

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Character Portrait: Jason Davis Character Portrait: Daichi Nagasaki Character Portrait: Ein Glassville Character Portrait: Drust Arthfael Character Portrait: Cena Johnson
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Ein was not tired. His hat was in a case on his motorcycle, and the wind blowing in his face made him feel free. It offset the heat of the day. Ein's manner of dress didn't particularly bother him. All the black clothing would likely make ordinary people sweat a lot, but Ein didn't have a problem with them. Throughout this current mission, he was to deliver a pack of weapons to a buyer. This was simple, the weapons were standard, and they were not even modified. The buyer was trusted, and the entire job was going well. The only thing he had a slight problem with was the distance. Luckily, Memphis was on the way, as a rest-stop. Ein was looking forward to it. Memphis was relatively nice town, and things should be good. That was what he thought until only a short bit later.

Ein drove into the city to find chaos. There was an airship over the city, and Ein could see hooligans entering the city from ropes on the airship. Ein, amid all this chaos, could feel the presence of other gunslingers. 4, to be exact. Another in the airship. Ein was glad he didn't miss the party, except that he had a job to do.However, he wanted a rest-stop after traveling for so long, and 5 gunslingers existing in the same town at once was a good opportunity to see if any of them could help him with his goal. Well, whatever. Ein passed through the streets until he got closer to the center of town, near the sheriff's office, before he decided that there was too much fire there. It was like a warzone. Ein was used to warzones, but he did not like them. Too noisy. Ein slowed down significantly, and turned around, about to curtail it out of there, before deciding against that. Ein wanted to help these people, since un-armed civilians were being attacked. Ein turned again, and his handgun. Ein charged forward, his motorcycle aimed at somewhere there would not likely be civilians, and he leaped off of it, using the momentum to carry him and his foot into the face of one of the bandits. His motorcycle's onboard computer made the conclusion that Ein was no longer riding it, and so it slowed down and stopped after adjusting itself for balance.

Ein slid on his feet until he stopped moving. The bandit was out cold. Ein moved his body to one side, avoiding the path of a bullet before it could hit him. The bullet nearly knocked the glasses off of Ein's face, to which Ein fired at the assailant's hands that held the weapon, crippling him. Ein had no idea what was going on, but he thought it was better to not kill these bandits. Not yet, anyway. Ein dodged a knife aimed at his throat from the side, feeling the footsteps of the bandit behind him, as he delivered an uppercut with his free hand to the bandit's jaw, knocking him off of his feet. The knife flew into the air, but Ein caught it before it was out of reach, and he stabbed downward with the knife, aiming it right so as to pin both of the hands of the bandit to the ground with one knife. No more danger from this one. That was when Ein heard the rallying call from the direction of a gunslinger, through the sounds of the battle. A demand for covering fire was made, and Ein couldn't help but follow a diplomatic effort. Teamwork makes good partners. Or even friends. Whatever the case, Ein decided to reciprocate. He had just the thing.

Ein holstered his weapon, boarded his motorcycle again, and brought from one of the containers on it's side a device the size and shape of an assault rifle. With one hand for steering, Ein sped towards the area of the Gunslinger calling for covering fire. The man was hiding behind cover, hiding from a couple of goods with bigs guns. Looking closer, Ein saw the detail on the gun the man was carrying. Ein could tell that this was a gunslinger's gun. A hoard of the group of bandit's was approaching. Ein aimed the assault rifle-like device with one hand, and it unfolded. It's tip was like a crossbow, but with a horizontal and vertical limb that seemed to join at the middle, with enough room for the projectile to go down the barrel. Ein smiled, pushed his glasses up, and fired at the ground in front of the approaching hoard. He hoped there would not be too many casualties. He was trying to avoid them. Maybe the smoke from the explosive would disorient them. The noise was loud too. Well, whatever.

"Cover your ears!" Ein shouted, as he fired the weapon. The round arced, as the weapon was like an over-sized grenade launcher. It had good range, though. It was more like hand-held artillery. And the blast radius was wide. The round hit the ground, and the resulting boom shook the street. Behind the smoke, Ein could barely see the disoriented bandits. Hopefully that one gunslinger was ok. The explosion should have alerted everyone in the area, too.

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Bandits had begun to hit ground. In a quick motion, Drust unsheathed his blade, preparing for the battle. He could see the Sherriff's office. He was only about thirty meters away when two bandits rounded a corner wielding shotguns. They opened fire immediately, but they were too slow. Al they hit was a wisp of shadows as Drust teleported behind them. In one swift motion, he decapitated them both. As they slumped to the ground, Drust continued towards the office.

As he approached, a woman came running from the saloon asking if he knew what was going on. Upon inspection she appeared to be the sheriff. "No idea, honey, but we need to do somethin' about it." In those few short moments bandits had swarmed the area attacking anyone and everyone. Three bullets tore through Drust's chest and he dropped to a knee for a moment. As his wounds started to heal, he teleported next to the sheriff and pinpointed his attackers. They weren't too far away. Before they could make there next shots, Drust's left hand went under his cloak and he hurled two knives, sticking them in the throat.

Drust could hear one of the other Slingers behind him taking out other bandits and a few more rounded a corner carrying AMs. As they began to unload, Drust grabbed the sheriff and teleported them inside her office. Drust heard a call for covering fire from outside. A few moments later there was a loud sound and smoke filled the streets. Adjusting the pack on his back, he turned to the sheriff, asking, "What's the plan boss lady?"

The setting changes from Aldoria to Memphis

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Daichi Nagasaki

Daichi followed behind the lawman as he walked out of the back room and headed out of the front door. The Lawman immediately began opening fire and downed a few bandits. Daichi then immediately turned and casually strolled back into the saloon, walking up to one of the tables situated around the bar area and sitting down on top of it, he then placed the small revolver he held in his left hand on the table and began digging through the pockets of his duster.

Bullets immediately began to tear holes through the walls of the Saloon as the gunfight erupted from outside. "Now.. where did I put that.. Ah!" Daichi thought, finally pulling out a small paper bag out of one of his pockets and dumping a muffin out of the bag as bullets whizzed by his head.

Daichi quickly pulled his facemask down, picked the muffin up off of the table, opened his mouth and began raising the muffin towards it, just as he was about to take a bite out of the muffin a bullet ripped through it, entered his jaw, completely shattered his jaw bone and then came out the other side, turning the muffin into dust and his jaw into mush.

"Eghh!" Was all Daichi could get out as blood gushed all over the table he was sitting on and his jaw crunched as the bone began to reform and his skin regrew.

He then spit out a large mouthful of blood, raised his hand up to his jaw and slowly popped it back into place, pulling his facemask back up, picking the small revolver up off the table, and then began sprinting towards the front door of the saloon

Coincidentally, the man on the motorbike came by just before Daichi burst through the front door and fired the erm.. Stun.. rocket.. thing at a large group of bandits and Daichi was greeted with a large cloud of dust and a bunch of disoriented bandits.

((I'm going to assume that there's a medium sized squad of bandits that are standing somewhere out in front of the Saloon, raining down bullets like mobsters with tommy guns and are now stunned with the rocket.. thing.. blast. Since I don't the geography of this town and where bandit's are actually spread out.))

It appeared as if things weren't as bad as Daichi initially thought since there was just a lot of dust in the air and a bunch of bandits standing around like they had just been hit with a sting grenade. Nevertheless Daichi fired two quick shots from the small pistol he held in his left hand at the nearest bandit, hitting him in his left leg and one of his hands, causing him to drop the bolt action rifle he was holding. Daichi then holstered trigger which he had held in his right hand and drew a Karambit with that same hand.

Daichi then sprinted towards the screaming bandit that he just shot and quickly slid the blade of the Karambit under the bandits armpit, slicing the bandits tendons in his armpit and using the Karambit's claw like blade to pull the bandit upwards and then towards himself, attempting to use the bandit as a human shield.

The effects of the stun rocket began to quickly wear off as the rest of the squad of bandits took aim and opened fire towards Daichi, hitting the bandit that Daichi was using as a human shield in several places as spraying blood all over the sand.

((By this point i'm pretty sure Jason would be firing at the bandits too if he hadn't started already.. So i'm just going to assume there's like six or seven bandits really close to us.. so i'll just take out three or four and assume you take out the rest in your next post. Then there's also Ein.. who might be shooting them as well. ))

Daichi then returned fire with the small revolver, hitting one bandit directly in the head and then firing three more shots at another bandit, missing that bandit with one shot and then hitting him in the shoulder and the chest with the other two. Daichi attempted to fire one more time but was met with a click so he threw the empty revolver to the ground and ripped the Karambit out of the lifeless bandits body and pushed him to the ground. Somehow the bandit which he had shot twice was still standing and taking aim to fire, so Daichi simply drew trigger and fired one shot into the Bandit's forehead, causing the bandit's head to practically explode, sending bits of brain and bone in every direction.

Before Daichi could take in the beautiful site that was pink mist a Bandit towards his left fired four shots from a pistol at Daichi with every single one of the bullets hitting him in the chest.

Daichi dived to the right as blood gushed out the various holes along his chest, he hit the ground face first and then rolled on onto his back, aiming at the bandit who was continuing to fire in his direction.

Daichi then rapidly fired four shots at the bandits chest, tearing a huge gaping hole into the bandits chest and causing him to be blasted backwards a few feet. With the Bandit now gone Daichi slowly looked down at his chest that was continuing to gush blood. "My.. my... MY DUSTER! HE RUINED MY GOD DAMN DUSTER!" Daichi screamed, quickly standing up off the ground and pulling up his shirt, letting the bullets that where just pushed out of his body fall to the ground.

((Eh, I don't have much time to grammar check.. so i'm just going to post this now. I have to go do some school work.))

The setting changes from Memphis to Aldoria

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Ein didn't even bother to close his eyes for explosive. All Ein could really see was how the center of the street was cracked from the round. The smoke and dust in the air provided a cover. It wasn't exactly suppressing fire, but it might have been better. Whatever the case, the gunslingers were on the move. Ein squinted, and used his powers to shorten space in front of his eye, and to curve some photons, too. Effectively, it was an immaterial, flexible, telescopic magnifying monocle. He looked around to where the other gunslingers were. The one who requested covering fire was there. He looked fairly plain, but not like a stock person at all. Two were in the Sheriff's office, which Ein could see through a shattered window. Just barely, but they were visible. One was a woman with fiery hair. The other looked like nothing more than a bandit, but Ein was not one to judge on appearances only. There was another one, as well. He looked like a girl, and it seemed he was having a freakout in the street, before pulling up his shirt and letting some bullets fall down from the holes they made in his body. A real party, but Ein wanted to see the one who brought all these intoxicated nitwits to the party. The one in the airship. If he could destroy Black Wind, then Ein would be grateful enough to leave now. Or even fight the other slingers. Well, whatever. Maybe he wouldn't have to. He didn't like people who attacked towns for seemingly-no reason, and would hate to bargain with them.

Ein pushed a button on the launcher he carried in his right hand, allowing it to fold. It had some more rounds in it, and didn't need to reload, yet. After a moment, he placed it hastily into it's case, and shit the lid, locking it as well. Ein reached behind his back, and drew Black Wind from it's holster, which was located vertically on his back, and over his coat. The shotgun's weight felt correct in Ein's hand, the familiarity of one of the things he hated most readying Ein for the brawl. Ein put the gun back in it's place, on his back. He'd rather get to safety and make a plan, preferably with the other slingers. The dust and smoke was clearing up, already, and the bandits that recovered from the disorientation of the blast, the ones that were simply trying to see through the dust, were more able to. It would not be long before the seconds of time they had left would run out. The gunslinger who was having a freakout had done so because the bandits near him were lucid enough to fight him.

Ein decided that the sheriff's office was the place to go, for cover. Ein's bike revved to life, gently humming as it sped to where the gunslinger who requested covering fire was. Ein braked hard, and stopped nearby, before speaking.

"Come with me to the Sheriff's Office. We can make a plan there, if all the Gunslingers cooperate," Ein said. After pushing up his glasses again, he sped off towards the sheriff's office, performing the same maneuver of leaping off the bike as it slowed and stopped itself as he did before. Ein angled himself, and entered through a shattered window, landing inside before looking at the other two slingers.

"Let's make a plan. The other slingers in this town should be arriving soon," Ein said, assuming the one he told to meet him at the Sheriff's Office would tell the one who had the freakout.

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Gritting her teeth the Sheriff continued to fire through the broken window through which the man claiming the others would arriving soon had crashed through. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what was going on, Memphis had no fortune that would warrant an attack of this scale. The only thing being the amount of Gunslingers that seemed to have found themselves in the town today, but there was no way for the bandits to predict this, was there? Shaking her head to rid herself of useless thoughts Cena focused on taking out the bandits closest to her office. She agreed with the other man, a plan had to be formed, something, anything that might reduce further civilian casualties and to drive these bandits out of her town.

Her eyes widened with shock as the airship started firing, the flashing of cannons and guns accompanied by the deafening roar. Buildings were shattered, glass, bricks and wood flying as deadly debris as structures caved in on themselves. She ducked, covering her head as a shower of bullets came crashing through the walls of her office, shards of glass falling to the ground. What did they want?!

She raised herself back up, resting Prometheus on what remained on the window sill only to be greeted by silence. The canon's sudden stop stunned her motionless, even the bandits seemed frozen. The eerie silence pressed down on her ears as her eyes scanned the ruined main street, trying to make sense of the situation. Finally, finding nothing on the ground, Cena looked up at the airship in time to see a black shape drop from it. The man landed easily, the earth shattering beneath the force of his landing. The cloud of dust kicked up by the man slowly wafted away, leaving the man standing there in the middle of the street. Completely at ease.

Cena stared in wonder, the massive aura that came off this man making her knees shake slightly. This wasn't good. Cursing under her breath Cena watched as someone was stupid enough to confront the man in the black duster. A gun shot rang out, the sound almost hollow in the otherwise silent surroundings. The man didn't so much as flinch as he was struck by the bullet, Cena half expected him to yawn as he raised his hand. In an instant the man was dead, the sound of his spine cracking making Cena's stomach turn. The body dropped with a heavy thump as the man in black strode forth, undeterred towards them.

Cena watched with horror as he came closer, there was no way she could ever hope to beat this man, it just wasn't possible. Her eyes fell momentarily on the Marshall and the man they were arresting before all this started. The Marshall lay motionless, whether he was dead or not, she couldn't tell. Shakily getting to her feet she raised Prometheus. She probably would make about as much difference as the man now dead with his head facing the wrong way. But as the Sheriff of Memphis, she had to do something.

"Stop right there!" Her jaw clamped shut the moment the words left her mouth, hoping that somehow he hadn't heard the fear in her voice.