"The lines between living and Dying."
RP Starter if interested:)
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1907
Dylan wasn't sure how he made it this far. It felt like the months just combined, molded into one another. Nothing new happened anymore.
Thirty years old. Holy shit. That number didn't feel right. He should still be twenty three and dead, and maybe in one universe he was. But in this one he was alive.
He was supposed to die, after not getting his soul back, that Soul train just out of his grasp. But he didn't; instead he met Satan and the almighty stroked a deal.
Dylan could continue living if he caused suffering to thise on the surface. Made deals. Hurt. Murder. Make the world fall into sin. So. Dylan took the deal; causing mischief to people? Yes please.
But he had ways to keep himself on the down low (for the most part). He took up the title of 'bounty hunter'. Folks listened to any murder if you had a title.
It didn't matter if one were a simple thief, hell even just a general store manager! He didn't care. They were prime suspects. And he didn't always kill them; nooo, that'd be to easy. He tortured them. Like he had been when he got his soul taken. Any bounty after him, never spoken again.
Today he was laying on his horse, Chances back as they ride through a woody trail. Dylan was whistling a tune, one leg propped over the other. He was after someone, someone with new picture, just a name. He could work with it.
(this rp can be if he knew your character but left early, or never met <3)