Posts by The Vagabond

Name: Vagabond
Age: IDK, but in human years he's thirty five
Gender: Male
Personality: Vagabond is a well trained mercenary who spares no remorse at the thought of killing. He is silent most of the time, only speaking to add disturbing cooments to the situation. Only his crew knows his real name and his face
Rank Desired: Chief Enforcer
Back-up Rank: Street Coordinator
Other:

Vagabond, the most feared man in Los Santos, member of the Fake AH Crew, reduced to an animal. Albeit, he was a leopard, an incredibly dangerous animal, but an animal nonetheless. The mercenary roamed the lands that were not his city. How long had he wondered? He was unsure, surely the Crew would have noticed his absence by now. They would be looking for him. But for now, the masked Mercenary needed to survive.

He came across a scent border and stopped. Now this was interesting. The leopard narrowed his eyes behind his mask and looked around. Didn't seem like much, just an abandoned city. The male debated whether or not to just continue on, eventually deciding against it. He didn't know what was inside, and didn't know if he was still immortal. So the male took a seat to wait and see what would happen.

Hello new group!

It was a domestic Feline that greeted him. The mercenary tilted his head and studied the male. Didn't seem dangerous. If it came to a fight, Vagabond would no doubt win. The leopard adjusted his mask before speaking.

"Vagabond. What is this place. Is this a group?" He asked, voice low and muffled by the mask. He was willing to bet this was a group, but whether or not he would join? It all depended.

Oh look, it was the vagabond who was the first to find her. The skull mask wearing male approached and looked the grey wolf over, none to impressed.

"Welcome to the Clan." Was his gruff response, barely intelligible fom under his mask, but like hell he was taking it off.

"Joining." Was his response before he could probably think the question through. What the hell Ryan. You're not supposed to be the rash one. But it did make sens to stay in one place. Who knows if the others are out there, some form of helpless animal. He would have to wait, maybe go off searching jow and then, but waiting would be his best bet.

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Bump and track on sub

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Vagabond wathed as Lucilion left and was about to get up when another feline appeared in front of him. Irritation flashed across his face, but beyond the mask not a single dlue was given to what his emotion was. He narrowed his eyes as he studied this newcomer, deciding he wasn't any more a threat than Lucilion, which Vagabond couldn't decide if that was good or bad yet.

"Vagabond, yours." If he was giving his name, well his most well known Alias, than he should get something in return.

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Vagabond had just joined and was walking the street, memorizing the lay off the land, just in case things went to shit, and things allways went to shit. So when he heard a ladder crash, the mercenary walked over. Hm, it seemed like someone he hadn't met yet. So he would stay off to the side, studying this new person.

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Gifts? Was this some sort of ploy? Something to get them to drop their guard so another group could come in and murder them all? Probably not. It was probably legitimate gifts. But hey, when you're one of the most wanted men in america, you learn to trust nothing. So Vagabond would wait for someone else to accept the basket, not wanting to test if he was still immortal

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Vagabond decided he liked the city. Sure, it was no Los Santos, but it reminded him deeply of home, of where his crew was. He missed the crew, they were really the only people he trusted in this world, which was quite a feat considering the business they were in.

The Mercenary was walking around, still trying to familiarize himself with the layout of the city when he stumbled upon an area with barely any scent paths. Intrigued he delved farther into the area, quickly coming into a medium sized park like area. It wasn't anything to fancy, a couple trees, benches, a small playground for young children, and an old garden area. But it wasn't any of that that had attracted Vagabond to the area, no, it was the wild rose bush that had caught his eye.

Roses were the favorite plant of the youngest of the crew. And the sight of the bush made him begin to reminisce about all the times they had together, and how it was unlikely he'd ever see them again. It hurt. He would never show it, but it hurt thinking about his crew.

Little did the leopard know that small rose plants began springing out from under his feet, a power brought on by whatever gods were out there. Vagabond sighed and turned away, deciding to explore the rest of the area. He silently made his way over to the old playground. It was in bad shape, in no position for a young child to play, they could seriously injure themselves. Now we couldn't have that, so Vagabond worked silently, fixing it up, just in case some child did wonder back.

There. The playground was now suitable to let children play on it. The mad mercenary smiled softly behind his mask and moved onto the next area to tackle. Weeds. They were everywhere, especially where flowers were growing. So the man set to work, clawing each individual weed out with the utmost care not to destroy the roots of any plant.

This would be a weird sight to anyone who knew of the Vagabond's reputation. A feared Mercenary, merciless killing machine, kindly tending to some plants in an abandoned city. But what could you say? The man had a deep love for plants. They never talked back, never accused you of accidentally murdering the hostages. They listened to your troubles and stored them in their leaves, and all they asked for in return was some watering every now and then.

So yeah. He liked taking care off plants. He even had some plants back home.... He wondered if the others would water them, if they even knew each plant's name. Vagabond did, because he had spent time picking the perfect name out for each one. Even longer deciding the exact position they had to be in for optimal growth. Yeah, he was a plant nerd, sue him.

With all that done, he went and sat on a bench, watching the sun dip behind clouds. Ah well, not all days could be sunny. The male calmly padded off, and along the sidewalk as it began to rain. He would have to go back and visit that area sometime, make sure to tend to his new garden park place thing.

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tldr; Vagabond finds a Park near the edge of the city. It has a playground and a garden, both of which the man tends to. His Flower Prints are also activated.

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I did one

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Now this was an intrigueing turn of events. It appeared Lucilion had brought home two slaves. Vagabond flicked his tail softly as he walked over and looked at them, a cold smirk being held be his signature skull mask. Since they weren't his, he could do nothing to them, but that didn't matter much. Vagabond would most likely accidentally kill a slave should he own one.

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Vagabond watched as Leo and Lucilion both greeted the newcomer with smiles and frowned softly. Of course they didn't see the possibility of a threat like he did. Years of constant paranoia might have something to do with how he saw things as well. Still. The masked Mercenary cautiously approached, deciding that if it was a danger, best to face it head on.

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Yeah. Vagabond decided he did not like this, Clark all that much. Too much of a sells man. Vagabond has killed many a sells man. Ah but those are stories for another day.
"Vagabond. And you'll need the leader if you want an Alliance." The leopard said from behind his ever present skull mask.

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Vagabond hadn't introduced himself at Meenah's joining. Yeah, he was still getting use to the whole clan thing. It was hard enough learning that he could trust the crew, but having to learn to trust a group where anyone could come and go as they so pleased? Yeah, Vagabond was having none of that.
"Vagabond." Was all he said. All he needed to say.

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He's a regualr leopard with sky blue eyes. He wears a skull mask ninety percent of the time and if he doesn't have his mask on, then he has his facepaint on, which is best represented in the "Man Arrested For Everything" picture.

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Ah yes! This was the figure in charge. The person he was working under while he remained in this place. He watched as the Ribbons fell and listened to her explanation. A feast, with StellarClan? Were they Allies? Probably were. He should really learn thise, just so if he needed to go off his 'murder break' he wouldn't be massacreing an Allied clan.
"I can do it." He offered as she asked for someone to fix the lights. Might as well get on her good side.

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He knew very well he may come off as rude, and well fuck them. He was simply not one for conversion with a bunch of strangers he didn't know. Which was the point of these meet and greets he supposed. Get to know who was who in the clan and shit. He could literally spend hours with Gavin discussing hypthetical situations, or talk to Ray about nothing, because he trusted them with his life. At the thought of his crew he sighed softly, inaudible because of his mask. Gods damn it he missed them. But it didn't look like he was going home anytime soon. Or at all.

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Vagabond almost let out a groan when a tiger appeared. Seriously. Another person? What did these people do all day that just allowed them to greet Joiners all the time? At least this one seemed capable of actually putting up a fight. Then the tiger said his name. 'Michael Jones.' That was all he needed to stop his rambling. It even sounded like his Michael. Was it his Michael, or just a copycat? It seemed extremely unlikely for either, but Vagabond could only hope. Because if Michael was here, then the rest of the Crew could be here. If the rest of the crew was here, then it would feel like home again. His entire emotional turmoil was hidden behind his mask, hiding his emotion away from the world. But how could he even ask this Michael about this? So all he did was nid to Michael before stepping into the territory. He could figure this out later.

{Private thread between Michael and Vagabond?