#garethkinshkov

[multiversemerc]

Starter call!

Because why the hell not!

[multiversemerc]

[ Hey, you liked the starter call the other day so I was going to write something up but I can't find any kind of info on your muse. I saw a promo saying he has RE ties, but nothing was elaborated on. Do you have an about page or anything? ]

I do apologize, the original is about 7 years old, and I'm a tad ashamed of it D: I've reblogged it, so it should show up now

[multiversemerc]

Russian Demon, LongBow, God’s finger. This man goes by many names, but the one most people know is Arch. A mercenary and assassin for hire, with a sharp tongue and sharper blade, who keeps his gear and body in perfect condition, and his weapons working like clockwork. While most see him as simply a gun for the highest bidder, Arch chooses to keep morals in his life, choosing and rejecting the jobs he feels are right and wrong, going as far to rat out terrorists who come to him to give him a job.

[somethxngnew-archived-blog]

+ [ garethkinshkov ]

"Welcome to Freddy's, darlin'! Are you with a group in one of the party rooms?"

[hellbentxsurvivor]

{ garethkinshkov }

      "What the Hell, man! I'm not infected, c'mon don't shoot, please!" Zoey exclaims, lowering the pistol only enough to glimpse at the man's eyes. Tension runs through her shoulders, enough crazy fuckers out there already, and the city streets were no place to be holed up at. "Jesus there's enough death around here, I'm clean, I'm clean!" Not entirely truthful, but she wasn't gnawing at his face and she sure as Hell wasn't puking bile at him -- goddamn that had to count for something, if he was breathing out here? He had to be one of the carriers too.                               Better to just bite your tongue, Zoey.

[agentvxlentine]

Cry Me A River

The rain outside assaulted the windows, creating a harsh, yet calming rhythm to the day’s work. Which, for most of the higher up BSAA agents, meant piles of paperwork.

Arch stepped out of his “Casual” car, a jet black BMW 750Il, grabbing his messenger bag, locking the car  and jogging to the front doors of the BSAA North America branch, opening it and heading inside,  He pulled his lanyard from his neck, scanning the I.D card to access the elevator, taking it up to the fifth floor, adjusting the strap on his bag before putting his lanyard back on.

Once the elevator had reached the fifth floor, he stepped out and headed towards his office, which he shared with most of the higher skilled BSAA agents. Arch soon reached the door, opening it and heading inside, looking around as he headed to his desk “Morning everyone. welcome back to boredom city.” He spoke with his usual mix of Russian and English accents as he sat down, getting his laptop out of his bag.

With a shake of her head, Jill turned away from the heated argument going on next to the coffe maker. Her eyes tried to focus on the pile of papers in front of her, but it was easier said than done. Soon enough her attention was drawn back to the window, where the rain drops were slamming onto the glas. 

The door was opened as Arch stepped inside of the office, making his way over to his desk. A small smile was visible in the corner of her mouth as she stood up, walking over to him. "You're late." Jill stated in a bored tone as she got up on his desk, dangling her legs.

[multiversemerc]

OOC

Не берите в голову, я найду такого, как ты Я желаю только лучшее для вас слишком Не забывай меня, прошу Я буду помнить ты сказал, "Иногда это длится в любви, но иногда это больно, а, Иногда это длится в любви, но иногда это больно, а не "

"I tried... I fucking tried, Claire. I'm sorry. I just can't take the heartbreak anymore. I wanted you to be mine, but when you just don't... what's the point of trying any more?"

[ofparagonheart]

Cerberus Backlash

      Clearing out numerous Cerberus bases and fortifications between Priority Missions had felt like a backhand to the face. An organisation meant to support humanity was only becoming a bigger obstacle in the war against the reapers, leading to most of Commander Shepard's frustrations. 

Better yet, she had absolutely used all the resources in her mission against the collectors for the better, smiling when Miranda, former second in commander of Cerberus resigned the day of the suicide mission, telling the Illusive Man where he could shove it.

Still, nothing was going to be easy. It never was, and never would be. 

Clearing through the base, Shepard and her team were easily skilled at emptying out the remaining, partially indoctrinated troopers from each corner and room they came across. Coming into the next atrium, she held up her closed fist, noting the figure at the console.

"Turn around. Slowly."