Edgar
Edgar (a.k.a. Hawkeye)
Edgar was annoyed and quite frankly sad at the fact that no one was on watch with him. The hours seemed to drag on and on. His eyes lingering on his faded blue and yellow wrist watch revealing he’d only been there for half an hour. And that was if he rounded off.
“I can’t believe this shit.” He muttered out loud, stroking his hair and taking another glance to ensure his time piece wasn’t lying. “What? Am I such a fucking outcast that no one would join me?” He shouted at the slowly sinking sun.
Before, Jack had said to him that he didn’t need anyone since he was the ‘best scout they had’. But even if what he said wasn’t just Jack patronizing him and it was the complete truth, it didn’t mean he didn’t want or deserve company. Lost in his own thoughts Edward rested his head back against the top of the mountain, adjusting for his hair, and stared at the sky.
Before, Jack had said to him that he didn’t need anyone since he was the ‘best scout they had’. But even if what he said wasn’t just Jack patronizing him and it was the complete truth, it didn’t mean he didn’t want or deserve company. Lost in his own thoughts Edward rested his head back against the top of the mountain, adjusting for his hair, and stared at the sky.
“I’m not bad looking. I’m eighteen years old and I have the scars to prove that I can handle myself. Everyone says my Mohawk looks cool.” He muttered to the skies, his greatest friend.
Edgar earned himself a reputation for trying to get into the sack any and every female in the group but his attitude and voice dissolved when anyone showed any interest, which was really never. Leaving him alone in the cold.
He threw a bullet, running from the length of his middle finger to his wrist, into the air and caught it without looking before flicking it up and catching it once more.
Edgar earned himself a reputation for trying to get into the sack any and every female in the group but his attitude and voice dissolved when anyone showed any interest, which was really never. Leaving him alone in the cold.
He threw a bullet, running from the length of his middle finger to his wrist, into the air and caught it without looking before flicking it up and catching it once more.
“I thought Tai Chi was supposed to build self-confidence. But look at me. Not that I’m complaining. I mean I should be dead five times over with what I’ve been through. After all I’m the only person with the brilliant Nickname. ‘Hawkeye’” He did a few possess before continuing his one-man chat. Each time the bullet launching into the air and every time his fingertips snapped around it.
“Hey, really, after all there’s only two of these things here.” He picked up his Big Betty heavy high calibre sniper rifle and tossed it around straining in silence every time he caught it. “Not that it matters though, the sun’s setting and this will only be half as useful.” He sat back on the cold rock face, letting the icy rock chill his bones. “You know I can’t figure out why I needed to get that silver shit,” He said, “ after all I’m a one man army” He quickly stood and made a few poses while standing before making a dozen jabs in the air and sitting in a spinning swoop. “And now I’m a two man army. All I have to do is focus my strength and power and I can feel whatever it is inside me move after my training with Shifu. The thing inside me is at least thinking like me but it didn’t become part of me like everyone said it would. If anything that could mean what happened to me was unique. The living silver inside of me has become almost it’s own version of me doing what I did or what I wanted to be doing. And over the last couple of days I could feel it grow stronger and more independent.”
Ed felt something inside him move. It almost seemed to turn its head looking at something he couldn’t see yet. Ed turned his head too.
He saw a long rumbling line of dust that headed his way. It was getting dark fast, so he couldn’t make out what it was fully, he only knew they were fast and there were two of them.
Ed felt something inside him move. It almost seemed to turn its head looking at something he couldn’t see yet. Ed turned his head too.
He saw a long rumbling line of dust that headed his way. It was getting dark fast, so he couldn’t make out what it was fully, he only knew they were fast and there were two of them.
Physical Description
Apparel & Accessories
faded blue and yellow wrist watch
Specialized Equipment
He has special ownership of Big Betty. A high powered Rifle given to him by the group, since he seems by far the most accurate.
Mental characteristics
Education
Agricultural Engineering, he decided to be a farmer, or rather a farm processor.
Employment
He never worked hard at a job, he more looked for a way to take money from other kids. The number one thing he did was illegally sell sweets at school.
Personality Characteristics
Vices & Personality flaws
Edgar is self obsessed.
Year of Birth
2134
18 Years old
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
blue
Hair
just woke out of bed rough, blonde hair
Height
1.8 meters
Weight
unknown 500kg+
Aligned Organization
Other Affiliations
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