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Kimo Struth

Haunted by a ghost of his own making.

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

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Registered citizen of the Terran National Government

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Age: 24

Gender: Male

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 165 Ibs

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Black

Drogo

The curse that haunts Kimo. It is a malevolent wraith that can cause anomalies to occur. It is allowed to all but kill people by itself, though it can do anything if Kimo allows it to possess him.

So begins...

Kimo Struth's Story

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"Aye, looks like the place."

A tall, very slim young man made a strut into Gambit's, hands in the pockets of his long trench coat. Underneath he had on a black vest, and wore boot fit black pants. Black hair framed his narrow face, and piercing black eyes swam about the bar and its patrons.

"Mn. Normal." he groaned, retrieving a cigarette from his pocket. He put it between his lips, took a lighter from his breast pocket, and lit the cancer stick. A thin stream of smoke blew out of his mouth after he took a drag. He then walked toward the counter, landing himself in a stool.

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"Aye, looks like the place."

A tall, very slim young man made a strut into Gambit's, hands in the pockets of his long trench coat. Underneath he had on a black vest, and wore boot fit black pants. Black hair framed his narrow face, and piercing black eyes swam about the bar and its patrons.

"Mn. Normal." he groaned, retrieving a cigarette from his pocket. He put it between his lips, took a lighter from his breast pocket, and lit the cancer stick. A thin stream of smoke blew out of his mouth after he took a drag. He then walked toward the counter, landing himself in a stool.

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The young man reached across the counter and tapped the touch-screen menu on the counter. He ordered some kind of drink and took another drag of his cigarette. For a brief moment, he looked behind him, at the two that had just come into the bar. He sighed. Well, it was still mighty quiet in there, regardless.

One of the robotic bartenders behind the counter began mixing his drink, and Kimo waited patiently for it to be done.

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"Aye, looks like the place."

A tall, very slim young man made a strut into Gambit's, hands in the pockets of his long trench coat. Underneath he had on a black vest, and wore boot fit black pants. Black hair framed his narrow face, and piercing black eyes swam about the bar and its patrons.

"Mn. Normal." he groaned, retrieving a cigarette from his pocket. He put it between his lips, took a lighter from his breast pocket, and lit the cancer stick. A thin stream of smoke blew out of his mouth after he took a drag. He then walked toward the counter, landing himself in a stool.

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The young man looked up, catching eye of Jo as she waved at him. Hesitantly, he also have a wave, though it was half-assed.

He ordered something from the touch-screen menu and ordered a drink, plugging it in lazily. He felt the skin crawl on the back of his neck.

"Don't waste me time, Drogo." he said, the Australian accent obvious in his words. The robotic bartender whipped up his drink quick, and it came sliding down the counter toward him. He caught sight of Sangrei, but only nodded in response.

"Where do I pay?" he asked the robot, half glancing at Mammon. Hmm. Interesting. Business types. Keeping an eye out for them was the best, as long as one did not keep their eyes lingering.

Or something like that, anyway.

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"Drogo. Where the 'ell are you carryin' me now?"

Kimo trudged through the ruins, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a burning cigarette between his lips. He took a drag, exhaling smoke through his nose. "You've gone and dragged me through the boonies. What else can I possibly see here?"

The Australian slathered his words thickly, the drawl dragging. He ran a hand through his black hair, sighing as he seemed to follow...nothing. Though, to Kimo's eyes it was certainly something. A black skull made of smoke.

"Drogo! Stop pullin' me ass about the place! Where the hel-" As soon as he rounded a corner, he found himself nearly bucking up into a fragile little thing. He stopped in his tracks, shocked. He looked toward the skull, which grinned to him. Promptly, he grabbed it, tugged it behind a wall, and smashed it there. He used his other hand to try and fix his scarf, giving the woman a crooked, forced smile.

"-g'day there..."

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Kimo could feel Drogo worm under his palm, trying to move away. He leaned his shoulder against the ruin wall, trying to look casual. It was working, right?

"I...don't believe so; no." he said, shaking his head. Damn. He did not expect to find a person here. The young man looked entirely uncomfortable. He fought to keep that hidden. "Hey, dahlin'- by any chance, are you lost? Do you know your way back to...ah...Wing City?" he asked her, scratching the back of his head.

"Because...I'm not lost. At all." He took another drag of his cigarette. He was definitely playing this cool.

Right, Kimo. You've got it together. Ass.

He looked a bit past her, fist clenching on Drogo's skull. The demon had calmed. He eventually was able to look into her eyes. "Are...you alright?"

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"Ought to try it one more time." Kimo said to himself, walking into Gambit's for the second time.

He was a tall, very slim young man, hands in the pockets of his long trench coat. Underneath he had on a black vest, and wore boot fit black pants. Black hair framed his narrow face, and piercing black eyes swam about the bar and its patrons.

"Mn. Normal." he groaned, retrieving a cigarette from his pocket. He put it between his lips, took a lighter from his breast pocket, and lit the cancer stick. A thin stream of smoke blew out of his mouth after he took a drag. He then walked toward the counter, landing himself in a stool.

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Someone was walking in front of him; a rather tall man with black hair and a long trench coat. He had his pockets stuck into them, and between his lips he had a lit cigarette. His expression flat and uncaring, his eyes half-lidded and disinterested generally with everything. He looked back, briefly, at the boy, raising a brow. Hm.

Behind the boy, several dark figured walked, not so closely, but noticeably enough. The tall man's eyes shot up to them.

"Got the paparazzi on ya, kid?" he asked, accent distinctly Australian.

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As the boy bolted, the man noticed his pursuers running after him. He assessed the situation, though the little voice in his head was the real trigger.

"God...dammit, Drogo. I'm gone! Shut it."

Watching as the man in front of them fainted, Kimo paused, but then also began to run after the boy. As one of the pursuers came close enough, he stuck a leg out and tripped them.

"Kid!" called the Australian, pointing at him, "Keep runnin'!"

The other one chasing the child got a swift kick to the ribs. The man quickly reached into his coat and pulled out a gun on the last.

"Stop there." he said, jogging backwards. The pursuer stopped. He was dressed all in black, witha hood low over his head. The safety clicked off. He shot the man in the shin, then ran off.

"Oi! Kid! Stop a moment, yeah?"

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The man had fairly long legs. If it wasn't for his smoking habit, he would have been able to run even faster than he was now. He saw the kid getting farther. He grit his teeth as the child was shot.

"God...dammit...Drogo! This once, if you could help!" he cried, and the minute he did he regret it. Pain shot up his body as he felt his soul shoved to the side and watched as his body move on its own, his speed increasing considerably.

In no time, he caught up to the kid, wrapping his arm around his waist and carrying him like a football. He skidded behind a parked car, a rather expensive-looking Ferrari, as another bullet flew pass them, landing into the hood of the car. Kimo felt his consciousness resurface.

"The hell is wrong with you, kid? I told you to stop!" He lifted the gun and pointed it over the car, shooting one bullet in the direction of another assailant.

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Kimo had seen what the boy had been able to do when he put his hands on the other men, so when he attempted to do the same with him, he reached for the boy's wrist, skin separated by the sleeve of his shirt.

"Kid, I'm trying to help yo-" He ducked, just as another bullet whizzed overhead. "So why don't you just calm down, eh? If I wanted you dead or somethin' I would have cracked your neck already!" he growled. He looked over to the left. An escape in a dark alley. He tried to pull the boy up and bolt.

"C'mon!"

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As they ran down the alley, a dark shadow came to meet them. Kimo skidded to a halt, looking at the wall before them. He looked at the boy, in the archway of a door. "I can only guess why they want you, kid." he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He looked behind him, then looked over his right shoulder.

"Drogo. Go check out the entrance, then tell me where that man is. Then I want you to check out whats on the other side of this," he said, jamming his thumb toward the wall. He furrowed his brow.

"Don't fuckin' talk back to m-" He looked back to the kid after speaking to apparently nothing. He put out his hands, "I'm not crazy." he said, trying to reassure him. "There's someone there. You...you just can't see him." He grinned awkwardly.

"...makes sense, right?"

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Kimo straightened up. He wasn't getting the strange look he was expecting. The boy look focused. He had this look in his eyes...

"Kimo." he said to the kid, scratching the back of his neck. "Why am I helping you?" He looked down the alley, where a certain well-dressed skeleton floated over and inspected the corner.

"Someone thought it would be a good idea."

His eyes directed upward as Drogo ascended, floating about the rooftops. Kimo's brow furrowed. Suddenly, he reached out for the kids arm.

"Casper, right? We gotta go. Drogo!" He reached up. When Kimo looked down at Casper again, his eyes went from green to black. The veins in his neck bulged as he ran toward the wall, jumped, stepped onto it...

...and leaped over the thing with the kid under his arm.

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They weren't on the roof.

They were falling. Over the wall. They landed very roughly, Kimo tripping over his feet before releasing Casper and getting up. "Go! Keep running!" he cried, running closely behind him. Shots rang out behind them. One of them landed in Kimo's ribs. "-nnng!" He grit his teeth, nearly coming to his knees, but Drogo would not allow that to happen. He kept him running, regardless of how much pain he was in. Even when Kimo was nauseous with it.

He saw a building up ahead. A familiar one. The door swung wide open, and a woman in an office suit came out. Kimo pointed to it. "In there! Kid, in there!" he cried.

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Kimo followed him into the building, but even as the child ran into the stairway, he had to look behind him. He skidded into the stairway, eyes swirling from black to green once more.

"What the hell? Kid, no! We have to keep going!" he cried, to another door. "Run! Run! Keep going!" he cried, beginning to storm toward it. "We're not safe!"

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Kimo followed Casper, though he eventually began to lose him for how quickly the kid was running. "Hey! Wait!" he called after him, trying to catch up. "Don't go far! There's a-"

He halted, just as he turned a corner and saw Casper cornered and caught. Kimo's brow knitted. "Hey." he said, pivoting around the child and reaching out for the man's head, attempting to knee him in the face. "Hands off, fuckin' creep!"

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Into the bar came Kimo. He was a tall, skinny man with a sickly complexion and dead eyes. A long duster hung from his shoulders, hands stuffed into the pockets. In between his lips was a lit cigarette, smoke lazily floating from the end.

His hair was bunched in a low ponytail in the back of his head. It was something he never cared to cut. It was either out of laziness or, God forbid it, the man actually cared about his appearance, which was not something one would expect from a man like Kimo, who's apparel was as droll as a grayscale photo.

With a quick sweep of the bar, the man ambled his way over to the counter, dumping himself into a stool.

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He should not have been walking down the street at night. Kimo had always tried to make it a point not to. It was dangerous, and not just for his sake.

Drogo, however, would not allow him the precious sleep that he so desperately wanted. The bags under his eyes gave obvious sign to his fatigue, along with his hunched shoulders. In the chilly night, he drew his coat closer to him, then lit a cigarette as he looked upwards. A young woman approached him from further up the sidewalk.

There was a cackle that only he could hear, and Kimo felt panic leap up in his chest. "No," he said plainly. "You can't do this here. Not now, of all times!"

But, another thing Kimo knew was that Drogo was intelligent. He waited until Kimo was at his weakest, and could not easily fight the ghost's possession. He tried to turn, run the other way, go anywhere else, but he was too late.

A piercing headache, like a thousand needles being driven through his skull, crippled him. His eyes became devoid of all its white, and when the man next stood up, his cigarette fell to the ground, and a manic grin spread across his face. From his coat, he retrieved a knife, and trotted toward the woman down the street.