Finally got the full want to replay Fallout 4. This is Warren Gray. For the moment there isn't much to say. He served in Anchorage and briefly during the annexation of Canada. Warren was a weapon in his own right and did what he was told. No matter the target the mission was completed, but the call of home became to strong. The idea of family, something that was truly his own called to him. He settled down in a small apartment in Boston above a little hole in the wall bar.
Hipsters are so predictable. This was taken at Motherland last week by @wariner (who works in green consulting). The Creative Class clearly love their Macs.
OOC Info
Name: Alex
Age: 15 soon to be 16
Timezone: EST
Activity Level: about 7+ (depends on the day but mostly active because I have no life)
Rules Password: Mikaitlyn
Canon Application
Character Desired: Warren Gray
Para Sample (2+, in character):
Warren was sitting in his office, classical music playing in the background and a nice cigar in his right hand. Everything was perfect. His latest drug deals were moving swimmingly and he was unstoppable. There was no way that the police would be on his back, they never were even from the beginning. He planned everything so perfectly. The meet ups, deals, selling and reviving. Everything. But of course he looked over his plans more than once. Warren always made sure that there was no way of crashing his deals. He would always try to be one step ahead of everyone else. It was his way, his brain automatically did this with ease.
Taking a long drag of his cigar, the white smoke filled the air and Warren cautiously looked at the papers in front of him. All of his runners were out doing their jobs, the new deals were now being made and the old ones, they were being completed. His eyes slowly wondered over to the clock at the top left corner of the room, 1 o'clock, the boys should be getting back to him soon with the latest updates. Suddenly, his phone went off. Warren pulled it out of his pocket so see who it was and quickly answered it, "Alright, what's the deal?" He waited for a reply, his eyebrows slowly furrowed together. "Well, everything is back to normal, right? Did that bastard really think that he could mess with me?" Apparently someone was trying to interfere with Warren's new deal. Shaking his head, Warren slowly got up from his chair and put his cigar out, "I'll be over there soon. Tie him up, do something. I'm going to deal with him myself." He hung up on the call and opened the right drawer on his mahogany desk. Taking his gun, he slipped it into his back pocket and started to head out the door. Warren always questioned as to why people thought that they would be able to get away with little stunts like these. Did he really look like he could be fooled? No, he didn't think so. These were most likely newbies in the drug business that were making rookie mistakes. Too bad these mistakes were going to cost them their lives.
Arriving to one of the loading docks that was a key location of trading, Warren got out of his car and walked towards the group of him. "Hello boys." He greeted his dealers as he got closer to the man who was now tied up on a chair. Slightly laughing to himself, Warren got down to his level. "Hi.." He paused, gazing at the terrified man. "So...heard you tried to pull one over on me, hm?" The man he stared at started to shake. "Oh..no? You didn't?" Warren grabbed the mans hair and tilted his head to the side, "Don't fucking lie to me, kid! Did you think I was stupid?" He yelled out, a small rage opening inside of him. "Huh, did you?" Warren threw his hand, making the mans head whip to the side. Standing straight up, Warren slipped his hand into his back pocket, "You know...I really don't like to do this." A small devilish grin appeared on his lips, "No..that was a lie, I love this part." He gripped onto the handle of the gun and brought it forward, pointing it directly at the man in front of him. "Oh...look at this. A loaded gun. Isn't it beautiful? Yeah, I think it is too." Now he was just playing around with him, making this last longer. "You thought giving me less money in that bag for the amount of drugs that I was going to give you was okay? What a rookie you are, kiddo. I know every trick in the book. My men can tell how much is in that bag just by lifting it. Nice try." Taking a deep breath, Warren took the safety off of the gun and walked closer, "William Shakespeare once wrote, 'O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!'" Without saying anything else, Warren pulled the trigger and killed the man in front of him. Putting his gun back into his pocket, Warren started to walk back over to the car. "Oh, and one last thing," He said as he looked over his head to the dead body that laid lifeless on the chair, "That was from Hamlet. Fit this perfectly, huh?"
