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Travis Nobles

"Rebel for hire, how ya doing?"

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a character in “Revolution: Rebels in the Dark”, as played by CutUp

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Description





"I'm good at what I do. Might as well get paid for it."




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Travis Cole Nobles

{N I C K N A M E (S)}
Trav, and Merc

{A G E}
22

{G E N D E R}
Male

{S E X U A L I T Y}
Heterosexual




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"Let's get this straight. I don't care about your little crusade. I don't get paid enough to care."




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{H E I G H T}
5'10

{W E I G H T}
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{H A I R C O L O R}
Black

{A P P E A R A N C E}
Travis generally wears a black tee shirt under a unbuttoned flannel shirt with a light brown jacket over it. He wears a pair of blue jeans, black work boots, and black fingerless gloves. He also wears a silver chain with a gold wedding ring around his neck as a necklace.




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"Shit happens. How you deal with it is what matters."




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{P E R S O N A L I T Y}
Travis is a cocky, arrogant, greedy, egotistical, and sarcastic young man. This is mostly just a cover though, because deep down he is a genuinely kind and caring guy. He just doesn't let that side show because it's more fun to play the bastard. But he does care about those he actually trusts.

Travis is a freelancer, a solider of fortune. Whether it's bounty hunting, theft, or merc work he'll do about anything for the right amount of money. This makes him looked down upon by most of the Rebels, but he couldn't care less if they approved of his methods or not.

He can be greedy at times, so he tries his best to squeeze every last cent of his client's money. He's pretty sarcastic and has a bit of a dry wit to him. He loves flirting with women, it's one of his favorite pastimes.

He's pretty cocky and bit of a show off. When fighting he can get a little cavalry at times.





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"They say the grass is greener on the other side. That's because it's fertilized with bullshit."





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{S K I L L S}
Hand to Hand Combat|| Travis is a highly skilled combatant. He's well versed in Krav Maga, and several different sword fighting techniques. He has been helping to train the Rebels in these skills.
Marksmanship|| Travis is a excellent marksman with just about any kind of weapon. Be it a bow, a gun, or even a throwing knife.
Free Running|| Due to his slim, athletic physic he is naturally fast and agile. With that he has a natural aptitude for free running.
Tracking|| He can easily track just about anything. Be man or animal.

{F L A W S}
Foresight|| He rarely thinks of the consequences of his actions.
Greed|| He can get a bit greedy at times.
Pretty Face|| He can be easily distracted by a beautiful woman.
Working With Others|| He generally tries to do things alone. Even when he's working with others.

{W E A P O N S}
Revolver|| A stainless steel Taurus Model 66
Pistol|| A black Colt Mustang Plus II
Assault Rifle|| A Galil MAR
Compound Bow|| A camouflage colored hunting bow. It's his primary weapon.
Knife|| A steel bowie knife with a wooden handle
Sword|| A cutlass sword with a knuckle duster handle




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"Money makes the world go round. Or whatever counts as money in this third world cesspool."





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{H I S T O R Y}
Travis was born and raised in Chicago Illinois. His mother was a nurse and his father a mechanic. He had a fairly normal childhood growing up, nothing really note worthy. He was about 11 when the Blackout hit. At first he and his parents stayed put, thinking that the problem would be fixed soon, they were so wrong.

One night a few weeks after the Blackout when panic was still running wild a man broke into their house. His father tried to fight him off but the intruder killed him. He was about to kill the rest of them but Travis took his father's gun and shot the man. That was his first kill. After that him and his mother got out of Chicago.

His mother was from Texas and still had family their, so they fled to Texas. The journey to Texas was a long and hard one. His mother didn't make it, she died of ammonia. Some how against all odds he still made it to Texas on his own, and showed up on his grandparent's doorstep. He's never talked about what he went through between that time, and probably never will.

He stayed with his grandparents for about three more years, when they died of some kind of flu. With nothing else to do, Travis bummed around a bit. He eventually found a job as a prize fighter, despite his young age. There he was taught Krav Maga by a former marine-turned-fighter. He became really good, and soon rose up to be one of the top fighters.

Two years later he was offered another job, as a bounty hunter. Some old, crusty man needed a partner and though Travis would make the perfect one. So he learned the tools of the trade, how to track, how to shoot, that sort of thing. This job lasted about three years, when they came across a huge bounty on a war criminal for the Georgia Federation.

They eventually found the guy in question. On there way back to Atlanta, his partner's greed got the better of him. Travis' partner tried to kill him, but Travis killed him. After that Travis collected the bounty and started traveling around the remains of the US. He became more then a bounty hunter, he became a freelancer, just a all around gun for hire.

One day he was offered a job by Samuel Conway; help his Rebels fight the Monroe Militia. While at first he just brushed off the job, but soon after a few unsavory people that he owed some money too tried to take it out of his hide. Sam came in and rescued him. So Travis begrudgingly agreed.



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"I don't think the world's changed at all. We're all still the same bastards."




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{F C}
Drew Roy
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So begins...

Travis Nobles's Story

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The young freelancer calmly pulled back the arrow in his compound bow with the tips of his index, middle, and ring fingers as he took aim at a rather large buck in a clearing next to a stream in some forest in the middle of the corpse that used to be Pennsylvania. He pulled the string back and held it to his right canine tooth. He straightened up his right elbow, pulled his shoulders back, and took a deep breath in. His eyes followed the buck with every step it took as it strolled it's way to the stream to take a drink of the water. Travis exhaled and released the arrow. The arrow hit the buck directly in it's neck, right on the money. Travis quickly ran over to the buck to check out his kill. The buck was still alive, just barely. "Sorry buddy. Shit happens." Travis said to the dying deer as it started squirming on the ground. Travis took out his hunting knife and put the deer out of his misery. "Could be worst. You could have been killed by someone else. You should feel honored." Travis smirked as he took the buck by it's hind legs and started dragging it towards the current Rebel camp.

The camp was a few miles away, he'd been tracking that buck all morning long and it took him farther in the forest then he thought. "Well, well, what do we have here boys?" Some scruffy looking man with a crossbow said as he and five other men came upon Travis. "Just keep moving boys. I don't want to hurt you unless I have too, or preferably get paid." Travis said as he dropped the buck's legs. He felt a little naked without his guns, it isn't the best idea to go around the heart of the Monroe Republic with a bunch of guns. The Baltimore act and all. "Yeah, we're not going to do that. We're hungry, and that is some mighty fine venison." the obvious leader said as aimed his crossbow at Travis. The other men was armed with knives, some farming equipment, and one had a bow. "Have it your way. Don't say I didn't warn you." Travis said with a maniacal grin.

In one swift move Travis unsheathed his knife and threw it directly into the leader's chest. The leader accidently shot his crossbow in pain, and the arrow hit one of his followers, leaving the others in shock. Travis quickly ducked as the one with the bow started to fire at him. Travis did a combat roll towards the archer, and when he was within arm's length, Travis punched him directly in his throat. The freelance rebel quickly took out his cutlass and slashed the archer's chest. The rest of the men finally snapped out of their shock and attacked him. Travis cut through the first two men like they were nothing as the rushed him, now leaving only two. One was armed with a sickle, and the other a hatchet. They both attacked him at the same time, swinging their respected weapons. Travis just effortlessly dodged their attacks. Travis fought back with a flurry of slashes. But these guys were much better then the rest of the Lemmings he just fought, and were able to dodge his attacks.

Travis backed away from them to assess the situation. "Darwinism at it's finest huh? Survival of the fittest and all that. The weak and stupid are dead, and that leaves the smart and strong." Travis said, commenting on their skill as they began circling around each other. Travis stopped when he reached the corpse of the marauder's leader. "But then again, letting me over here was pretty stupid." Travis smirked as he yanked his knife out of the corpse's chest. Travis attacked them with his knife in his left hand, and sword in his right. They were barely able to block and dodge his strikes, but they did get some cuts. The one with the hatchet gave Travis a swift, and powerful kick to his stomach that interrupted his steady stream of attacks, and forced him back. They matched his flurry of strikes with their own. Travis did his best to block them, but they were just to overwhelming, and got in a few cuts on him. Travis backed up, and began breathing heavily.
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Sam came up from behind and placed the sickle wielder in a sleeper hold. The hatchet wielder was distracted, and Travis took this opportunity. Travis used his sword to push his hatchet aside, and drove his knife deep into his chest. Sam gently placed the sickle wielder down on the ground, and he looked around at the carnage. Travis took his knife back and started his way over to the unconscious marauder. "That's enough Merc!" Sam ordered as he grabbed Travis by his right arm. "Screw you! They tried to kill me! I gave them a chance to walk away, and they didn't. His life is null and void! Now let me go!" Travis shouted as he pushed him away. The two stared each other down for a solid minute, nether one blinking. Sam took out a small, brown pouch from his pocket. "This is yours, if you do what I say and leave him alone. I hired you to kill Militia, not random thugs." Sam said as he tossed the pouch to him. Travis caught in and dumped it's contents in the palm of his hand. The contents were several flawless diamonds. "Fine. But next time, let me kill who I want." Travis said as he spat on the man. "Killing trash like him isn't murder, it's a service to the world." Travis said as he took the legs of his buck, and continued to drag him to the camp.

Sam sighed, what was he going to do with him. He was good, really good, but his unruliness, and temper may prove to be more trouble then he's worth. Time will tell. Sam went around the corpses, and closed their eyes, and rested their hands on their chest. While killing these guys was probably justified, still there are other ways to deal with things other then killing. Sam looked down at the unconscious man. "Great, what am I going to do with you?" Sam sighed. He picked the man up and tossed him over his shoulders in a fireman's carry.

He carried him deep into the woods, far enough for him not to accidently stumble across the camp. Sam tossed him next to the base of a tree. Sam quickly left before he could come too. Days like this is when he missed his brother Matt, he just seemed to have a way with trouble makers such as Travis. Much better then him anyway. The trek back to the camp just seemed to fly by, and before he knew it he was back at the camp. There someone was already starting to cook the deer Travis killed. "Where's the Merc?" Sam asked the cook. Without a word the cook pointed him towards a tent Travis went to.

Travis was cleaning the blood off his face with a wet washcloth. "What do you want Sammy?" Travis said, not even looking at him, he just assumed it was Sam. "Don't call me that, Sammy is a chubby 12 year old. It's Sam." Sam responded. Travis turned around and faced Sam. "What?" He asked in confusion. "It's from a TV.....never mind." Sam answered with irritation. He really hated the Blackout. "Look, I get why you killed those men. They had it coming. But there are other ways to deal with someone other then killing them." Sam said calmly. "Riiiiiiggggggghhhhhhhhttttttttttt. We can't exactly dial 911. But when you find another way, let me know." Travis said in a smug tone.
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General Monroe sat in his office as he waited his men to bring someone to him. His men busted through his office door, dragging along a beaten, and bloody late 40ish black man. "Well, well, well. It's about time." Bass said as he calmly got up from his chair and strolled over to the man.

"Major Donald Michaels. It has been far too long hasn't it." Bass said as he circled the man like a shark. "Tell me, how did those rebels get past your blockage a few days ago?" Bass asked as he stopped behind him. "I-I-I don't know!" Michaels answered with obvious fear in his voice. "Now that's a lie isn't it? They got through because of your incompetency." Bass quickly stated.

"Sir, please have mercy! I-I-I didn't mean for them to get away!" Michaels pleaded, as Bass silently drew his sidearm. "Oh shut up! Have some self-respect!" Bass said as he shot him in the back of the head. "Let that be a lesson to you boys. Failure is not an option in war." Bass said as he wiped away the blood off his face. "Now someone get me Commander Velasquez!" Bass ordered as his men scrambled to get the dead body out of his office and to follow his orders.

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Renya woke up in her tent, to the pleasant sound of screaming."The hell..?" She asked herself, scratching the back of her head, making her messy brown hair, more messy.She got up, out of her comfy sleeping bag.She slipped on a grey tank top, and some jeans, not to mention some shoes.She grumbled under her breath, and grabbed her only hairbrush, and combing her hair till it was neat enough to make a braid.She soon started to braid it, and grabbed an elastic band off the ground, and tied it.She grabbed her camo coat before she went out of the tent she was sleeping peacefully in.

"What the hell is going on!?" Renya yelled, her scowl being seen by the men around her.She soon saw that the ruckus ended when she got out of tent.She stomped around the rebel camp, looking for Sam.She soon saw a trust-worthy-looking guy, and walked over to him, seeking questions."What just happened outside, when I was sleeping?" She asked, growling."I don't know.." He said, taking his cigarette out of his mouth, and he blew smoke in her face.Renya's face turned red, and she ripped the cigarette from his hand, and threw it on the ground, stomping on it."Don't give me that shit!You saw what happened!" She screamed, her temper quickly slipping.The man looked down at her, his eye twitching, he looked scared, but Renya couldn't tell from what he was hiding under his glasses."You've got a temper..I'll tell ya." He said with a southern accent.Renya smirked with victory."That's what I thought." She replied, smirking."The new guy, I believe his names Travis, just killed two men outside your tent.He also brought some food in, you might like." He explained, and Renya smiled sarcastically."And where are they?" She asked, smiling with the same sarcasm."In that tent." He simply put it, pointing to some tent."Thanks." Renya said, smirking.She headed to the tent, cracking her knuckles.

She made it to the tent, and opened the flap, walking in without saying a word."Hmph.Why'd you guys go and make ruckus while I was sleeping?" She asked, the both of them, crossing her arms.

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Travis was about to leave when the other freelance rebel barged into his tent. "Oh, your sexy when your angry!" Travis smirked. "You know the usual, a bunch of inbred assholes tried to start some shit. Don't you worry your pretty little head, I took care of them." Travis said, almost oozing smugness. "Well almost all of them, Gandhi here made me spare one of them." Travis glared at Sam. "But don't worry baby, I'll protect you." Travis said with a sly grin. "Right, the guy was knocked out. So forgive me for not being a sociopath and letting you kill the guy!" Sam chimed in.

"Oh shut your mouth Samantha! The guy tried to kill me! With a goddamn sickle! You know what those are? There mini-scythes!" Travis replied in anger. "Yeah but you won, and he was incapacitated! Killing him would have been a waste of time!" Sam replied back. "It would have made me feel better." Travis said as he started to calm down. "Like I said before, I hired you to kill Militia, not some random thugs you find. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do. Now all of us are here for a paycheck Merc." Sam said as he began to leave the tent. "Yeah, only the smart and good looking ones. Boy scout." Travis muttered as Sam left. "I guess she counts too."

"So Renya, how are we gonna pass the time until our fearless leader finds use for us Mercs?" Travis said as he took a seat on his cot. Then Travis' left arm began to bleed. "Goddamn hillbillies! Must of got me deeper then I thought." Travis said as he took off his jacket and flannel shirt. On his arm was a rather large gash. "Man, that's probably going to need stiches." Travis pouted. He took out a first aid kit from underneath his cot. He opened up the first aid kit, and took out a thin piece of string, a needle, and some gaze, and for some reason a bottle of whiskey out of the kit. "Oh this is gonna suck."

Travis tied the sting to the needle. Sure he could go to the Rebels medic and have someone with more training to do this, but he was still pissed at Sam and for whatever reason he felt that going to the Rebels for help would be some kind of victory for Sam. It only has to make sense to him. He took off his belt and placed it in his mouth. "Stupid Sam. I'll show him! Did I get one thank you for the deer I took down? No. Bunch of manner less sons of bitches." Travis inaudible grumbled. He first took the whiskey and poured it on his wound, next he took the needle and started stitching up his wound, and bit down hard on his belt. After about two minutes of grueling pain, he was finally finished.

"Shit that was horrible." Travis stated as he started wrapping it in gaze. He then took himself a big swig of his whiskey. "Man, I need some painkillers. I know guy in Texas, I think he has some oxy. I know he's got some fine weed. About the best you can find this far from California."
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Renya watched the two men fight, and she clearly wanted to get a club and smack both of them in the jaw.Soon Sam left, and she was alone with Travis, 'Great, Travis..' She thought, rolling her eyes, soon he was complaining about his wound.He then right after started to stitch it, and finished off with another complaint."Don't try to goof off on me Noble, oh and I sure don't want to get high- with you." She snapped, watching him finish off his stitches.She almost volunteered to do it for him, so she could put him through the pain.She really hated him, but realized that he was the only one that treated her stubbornly, did she like it?Well, no, but yes.She watched him carefully, then got up walking around tent.She took off her jacket, and stretched.

"You're an Idiot, Travis.Starting a fight like that.Sammy didn't hire us to kill random people." Renya turned around, looking at him with a death glare.She thought of Sam running around helping rebels, and getting the job done, whatever the job was.She took a seat on the ground beside Travis, and let out shaky breath, it was sure hard being a normal girl in this time.Someone even told her that when this first started, that some men actually raped a girl, and she was only 11.That sent a shudder down her back, just the word 'rape'.

[ OCC: Sorry for the short post.. Writers block >,< ]

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"Ugh! How many times do I have to tell you people?! I didn't start shit!" Travis groaned as he rolled his eyes. "Bunch of guys found me as I was taking the buck I've been tracking all morning back to camp. They wanted my buck, and well I couldn't let that happen! Pride and all that." He smirked. He enjoyed being around Renya, if only just to annoy her. She's one of the few people there who actually argues with him, well other then Sam, but he's less good looking. "And yet I still haven't gotten a thank you for the venison." Travis mumbled.

"Anyways, how are you doing my sweet?" Travis said with a grin. "Sleep well? If you get too lonely, you're welcome to come to my tent ANYTIME!" He said with an ample amount of smugness. Again he just really enjoyed annoying her. Travis then put his flannel shirt and jacket back on. He grunted in discomfort as he put on the sleeves on his left arm.
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Sam looked over several maps of the surrounding area as he was waiting for someone. Then a couple of men came into his tent. The men were dressed light, and had little equipment on them. "Report." Sam ordered. "Right, I have intel that Militia troops are transporting weapons. I got a hold of the path they'll take." One of the Scouts stated. "Good." Sam replied.

"I have a location on one of Monroe's commanding officers. Word is that he's working on something special for Monroe. Beyond that I have no idea." The other Scout stated. "Well, it's more then we had yesterday." Sam said as he patted his Scouts on their backs. "Who's the officer, and where is he?" Sam asked. "Colonel John Simmons, he's holed up in Allentown."

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Character Portrait: Travis Nobles Character Portrait: Sebastian Monroe Character Portrait: Penelope Velasquez Character Portrait: Sam Conway Character Portrait: Cal Burgandy Character Portrait: Renya Couteree
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Travis grunted in pain as Renya punched his injured arm. "Crazy bitch." Travis mumbled under his breath so she wouldn't hear, he didn't want to get punched again. Admittedly he did have a lot more fun with her then most of the other rebels. Maybe because she's one of the few people here that challenge him. "I make no promises." Travis sarcastically answered to her asking him not to kill anyone. "Besides, it was more....housecleaning then it was murder." Travis smirked.

"Yeah I could eat." Travis said as he got up and exited his tent behind her. As they exited the tent Cal, a rebel commander came up to Renya. "And yet I still haven't gotten a thank you." Travis said, yeah he won't let that go. "And not to toot my own horn, I had to deal with like 20 marauders. No wait it was closer to 40! And a bear! No 2 bears! And a tiger!" Travis smirked, obviously embellishing the details. "But that's ok. I live to please. Or be pleased, depending on the day." He said with a bit of a chuckle. "So how are you muscles?"

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Once the scouts left, and Sam was done planning the routes, he left his tent. He looked around and saw Cal talking with the freelancers. "Alright, people get your breakfast ate and meet me at my tent. I've got a few missions for us." Sam said addressing his people in a commanding voice and returned to his tent, the closest thing he has to a command center. It's no office in the heart of Philly, and stocked full with liquor, but it gets the job done.

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"Well that's good to hear." Bass said as he took the drink she poured. "I'm doing ok. I'm just ready for these rebels to be dealt with." Bass said he started to sip on his drink. "Speaking of which, I've got a plan in motion." He said as he took a big gulp. "I've made sure the rebels have some false information. They believe that a caravan carrying weapons will be going by near some rebel sightings. But what they'll get is a nice little ambush."

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Cal shook his head laughing at Travis' boasting. He looked to Renya and back at Travis before speaking again. "Alright, I'm doin' alright. . . " Sam spoke up from his tent, Cal saluted and made his way to the food. He was hungry dammit. Cal figured the mission would be a tough one and he also gathered he would be working with the freelancers. He was also pretty damn sure working with those kids would be hard. He shrugged it off as he plated himself some food before scarfing it down, thanking the people who caught and prepared it, before marching back to Sam's tent for orders.

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Renya sighed.'Boy's..' She thought rolling her eyes at Cal's comment when he joined her and Travis to the food."Well hi Cal!" Renya added sarcastically, trying to calm down before she got into a huge, girly, mess.Her belly rumbled, and she jogged to the food.Some guy, who she didn't really know gave her a piece of cooked elk."Thanks." Renya said gratefully, tearing apart the meat, then eating it.She looked around at everyone staring at her.She wished they would just stop staring.Renya stared at Travis and Cal walking.'What slow-pokes..' She thought, chuckling.Renya looked at Cal, he was someone who could joke around with her, and not get their tongue cut out for saying something about her.Travis on the other hand..Renya sighed, and kept eating the cooked elk meat, on her paper plate.She looked up, and saw Cal walk the other way.Now she was left alone with Travis.

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Travis followed Renya as she got some food, and he did the same. Travis quickly ripped into his venison, acting as if someone was going to take it away, which tended to happen to him before he was a rebel for hire. People want what they don't have, and they end up with their inners on the ground. Travis almost didn't notice that Cal left to go to Sam's briefing or whatever it is, he's just focused on his food, tearing into it like a wild dog. "Damn I'm a good hunter!" Travis muttered with his mouth full, not even giving any credit to the cooks.

Travis finished his breakfast, and let out a soft burp that he covered with his fist. He looked over at Renya, and had a stupid grin on his face, one that said he was about to annoy her and he knew it. "Alone yet again. Just can't get enough of the Nobles huh?" he smirked. "That's alright, I'm quite intoxicating." he certainly doesn't lack confidence. Well overconfidence most would say. "Or else the universe wants us together. Yeah know, if you believe in that sort of crap." He said as he sipped on a bottle of water. "Well, better go see what Sammy's got for us. Hope I get to see some action, well some actually good action. Those hillbillies were very disappointing." he said, not even giving them merit for almost killing if not for Sam. He got up and went to Sam's tent.

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