Post by Andrei Tosya on Sept 16, 2013 10:34:54 GMT -5
((Okay, so this is the Fanfic-ish version of my Zaunite post, I'm open to criticism and I would like your opinion on it. Also, these are canon))
August 17th, 23CLE
Andrei sat on the edge of the roof of a fairly large old building, looking down at the city below him, how the people below him looked like small dolls wandering around. Sitting at the rooftop gave him time to think and time to collect his thoughts. The building he sat on was a fairly old hotel building that was now standing empty after the owner, an old piltovian, was found dead. People talked about how he had ended his own life after regretting coming to Zaun, Andrei on the other hand, knew differently.
The old man had been sick when he had come to Zaun and his poor immune system had been unable to fight off the bacteria in the toxic air of Zaun, that was not the cause of his death though. The cause of his death had been Andrei's hands. Someone apparently didn't like the old man and paid a fairly large sum of money for him to die. Andrei hadn't bothered to learn who it was nor why he wanted him dead, as long as it meant that he got money he was satisfied.
This happened five years ago, and yet no one had stepped up to buy the building once it was up for sale again. Most where rather scared that the building would crumble one day and leave them ruined and without any money left.
Andrei moved away from the edge for a while to move to the other side of the roof, where he looked up at the buildings that were way higher than the one he was standing on, most of them were in better shape too as they were newer and thus in better condition.
After some pacing around on the roof the assassin returned to his spot were he looked down on the citizens of Zaun. Moving around as busy as ever, some on their way to work and some back home. As he sat there on the roof he used his vision augmentation to zoom in on the street, giving him a closer look from the same distance.
He sighed as nothing special happened, nothing exciting had been going on recently, maybe it was because of the team he had joined or because he was just tired of Zaun. Once again he stepped of the ledge and walked around on the roof, this time he moved up to a brick wall that was in the middle of the roof, walking around it he saw the door that led to inside the building and down the stairs again, he had no intention on leaving the roof just yet.
Instead he walked around and looked for something on the brick wall, a group of markings he had made for every kill he had made in Zaun, the idea behind the markings had hit him one day. That one day he might have forgotten how many lives he had taken or that if he was looking for redemption he knew how tainted his soul was. But at the moment, he used it as bragging rights, he had no plans looking for redemption, nor to quit killing just yet.
He eventually found the markings, after some brief counting he stopped at the number forty-seven. "Wow, I sure have been busy."[/color] Through out his life he had taken forty-seven lives, in Zaun alone. Although he worked mostly in Zaun which meant that he only had two or three in other states, such as Noxus, Bilgewater, Piltover and now recently Demacia.
Although he still enjoyed killing, his hunger for death had been reduced quite a lot recently, he had stopped killing those who bumped into him when he was drunk and he had stopped killing those who pissed him of in general. Although depending on how pissed of he is, he might kill someone. There have been several occasions where he has been the one that wanted to back down, but the victim kept insisting that they fight. It usually ended with him going up to this roof and carving in another mark on the brick wall. The markings on the wall all represented a male kill, if he killed a woman, he'd stop eating for two days and also make a cut on his left arm.
Killing women was something he disliked, men he had no problem with as they usually could fight back if given the opportunity, women on the other hand. They could not do that. His mother had taught him to respect women, that was something that had stuck with him since the day she passed away.
He took a step back from the wall and gave it a quick glance before returning to the ledge where he once again sat and looked down on the street. Looking up at the sky he saw the sun setting, painting the normally gray sky in a deep orange color. It was getting dark and soon the criminals of Zaun would emerge from their hiding spots, surely Zac would be going out at this hour to stop them, he had seen the green blob a few times when he had been sitting on the roof. He respected him for what he did, and before he joined the military he hoped that Zac wouldn't come after him any time soon.
Through out the streets of Zaun groups of men began forming as the gangs that had hid during the day came out with intention to either rob, kill or both.
Andrei had no real intention on stopping them, he was still an assassin at heart, but he was working for the military too. He had done fewer hits now, mainly because he had raised the price on his service, mainly because of the Military.
He moved back from the ledge as he got bored and laid down on the roof, looking at the sky. Soon, he drifted of into a slumber, resting on the roof.
August 17th, 23CLE
Andrei sat on the edge of the roof of a fairly large old building, looking down at the city below him, how the people below him looked like small dolls wandering around. Sitting at the rooftop gave him time to think and time to collect his thoughts. The building he sat on was a fairly old hotel building that was now standing empty after the owner, an old piltovian, was found dead. People talked about how he had ended his own life after regretting coming to Zaun, Andrei on the other hand, knew differently.
The old man had been sick when he had come to Zaun and his poor immune system had been unable to fight off the bacteria in the toxic air of Zaun, that was not the cause of his death though. The cause of his death had been Andrei's hands. Someone apparently didn't like the old man and paid a fairly large sum of money for him to die. Andrei hadn't bothered to learn who it was nor why he wanted him dead, as long as it meant that he got money he was satisfied.
This happened five years ago, and yet no one had stepped up to buy the building once it was up for sale again. Most where rather scared that the building would crumble one day and leave them ruined and without any money left.
Andrei moved away from the edge for a while to move to the other side of the roof, where he looked up at the buildings that were way higher than the one he was standing on, most of them were in better shape too as they were newer and thus in better condition.
After some pacing around on the roof the assassin returned to his spot were he looked down on the citizens of Zaun. Moving around as busy as ever, some on their way to work and some back home. As he sat there on the roof he used his vision augmentation to zoom in on the street, giving him a closer look from the same distance.
He sighed as nothing special happened, nothing exciting had been going on recently, maybe it was because of the team he had joined or because he was just tired of Zaun. Once again he stepped of the ledge and walked around on the roof, this time he moved up to a brick wall that was in the middle of the roof, walking around it he saw the door that led to inside the building and down the stairs again, he had no intention on leaving the roof just yet.
Instead he walked around and looked for something on the brick wall, a group of markings he had made for every kill he had made in Zaun, the idea behind the markings had hit him one day. That one day he might have forgotten how many lives he had taken or that if he was looking for redemption he knew how tainted his soul was. But at the moment, he used it as bragging rights, he had no plans looking for redemption, nor to quit killing just yet.
He eventually found the markings, after some brief counting he stopped at the number forty-seven. "Wow, I sure have been busy."[/color] Through out his life he had taken forty-seven lives, in Zaun alone. Although he worked mostly in Zaun which meant that he only had two or three in other states, such as Noxus, Bilgewater, Piltover and now recently Demacia.
Although he still enjoyed killing, his hunger for death had been reduced quite a lot recently, he had stopped killing those who bumped into him when he was drunk and he had stopped killing those who pissed him of in general. Although depending on how pissed of he is, he might kill someone. There have been several occasions where he has been the one that wanted to back down, but the victim kept insisting that they fight. It usually ended with him going up to this roof and carving in another mark on the brick wall. The markings on the wall all represented a male kill, if he killed a woman, he'd stop eating for two days and also make a cut on his left arm.
Killing women was something he disliked, men he had no problem with as they usually could fight back if given the opportunity, women on the other hand. They could not do that. His mother had taught him to respect women, that was something that had stuck with him since the day she passed away.
He took a step back from the wall and gave it a quick glance before returning to the ledge where he once again sat and looked down on the street. Looking up at the sky he saw the sun setting, painting the normally gray sky in a deep orange color. It was getting dark and soon the criminals of Zaun would emerge from their hiding spots, surely Zac would be going out at this hour to stop them, he had seen the green blob a few times when he had been sitting on the roof. He respected him for what he did, and before he joined the military he hoped that Zac wouldn't come after him any time soon.
Through out the streets of Zaun groups of men began forming as the gangs that had hid during the day came out with intention to either rob, kill or both.
Andrei had no real intention on stopping them, he was still an assassin at heart, but he was working for the military too. He had done fewer hits now, mainly because he had raised the price on his service, mainly because of the Military.
He moved back from the ledge as he got bored and laid down on the roof, looking at the sky. Soon, he drifted of into a slumber, resting on the roof.
