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calliesend:

Callie couldn’t help her gut feeling about New Seattle. She had come from nothing good in this world and it seemed as though right now this was the best place on earth. For now. It almost seemed too perfect and Callie was too smart to fall for whatever was going on. Her perhaps she was just too damn paranoid. Too eager to ruin the possibility of a semi decent life for herself. 

Either way the woman was going to look around to see what she could find. Trust was earned but when no one really cares about being trusted then it hardly matters. It was easy to find out things from the drunk men she’d dance for at the club. Old assholes who couldn’t wait to brag about what was going on behind the scenes. Rogue law enforcement and twisted council members. None of that really affected her though. It was simply as if she was looking for a reason to leave. 

The top half of her body was caught in the window of a car when she heard someone behind her, they had cleared their throat – definitely a ‘what are you doing’ kind of sound. Slowly she moved around, trying to fein innocent and as if she wasn’t just looking around suspiciously. “What?” She blurted out pulling her arms from the vehicle. 

It wasn’t often that he meddled in the affairs of others. It may have been his job to uphold the law and to be there for the citizens of the city but fuck them. Honestly, he’d be just as happy to leave ‘em for dead before settling down somewhere quieter and more isolated with all the money he’d saved up but as much as he liked to be left alone for the rest of his days and retire in peace, he wasn’t yet there in life which is why when a man came stumbling over to him out of breath and red in his face, he was forced to have to listen to him and unfortunately be dragged to the scene of the crime by him. Stiffing a sigh as the man cleared his throat and the woman in response pulled herself out and responded with an attitude, wondering just what he had done besides slaughter innocent people to deserve this, following the man’s lead, he cleared his own throat. “Please tell me this is some sort of reverse robbery and you can prove that car is yours.” 

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cleofabron:

“I could have shot you!” Cleo shoved the person with her free hand, anger apparent. “What are you doing out here?” Beside them lay a dead walker, but she barely looked at it as she took the person in, checking them over for any injuries.

“Are you hurt?”

Brows quelling as the woman shoved at him, though he had initially resisted the urge to pull out his gun and shoot her right there on the spot when she’d first accidentally shot at him, if she tried to lay hands on him again, he wasn’t about to resist shit. “My job. You know guns draw in more of them, right?” He asked, making a point to show her the blade he’d originally pulled out to kill the walker she’d shot dead. “The hell are you doing out here?” 

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graysonwells:

Although slightly disappointed at his Commander interfering, Gray knew it was probably for the best. Sometimes the sheer exhaustion of playing nice made him itch for a little violence. He watched in amusement as Wolf patted the man down and threw all his valuables up on the bar. Picking up the brass knuckles, Gray weighed the piece in his hands and looked it over. They would be good for an interrogation. Maybe Bael might like them. The knife had been customized and would do nicely for a close kill. He then thumbed through the wallet and took the crumbled vouchers. “He’s good.” Not being able to help himself, he threw the dingy wallet at the patron hitting him square in the head. “Okay, now he’s good.” Gray squatted down and popped back up with Wolf’s favorite liquor. He poured the Commander a healthy class and slid it towards him. “Thanks, Wolf. It wouldn’t have ended nicely.”

Stiffing a chuckle as the wallet bounced off the back of the man’s head, seeing no reason to further insult the bastard by delivering a swift kick to the man’s ass and make what was already an ungraceful exit even worse, Wolf instead took up the offered drink with a nod of thanks before taking a lean on bartop counter. “All good, man.” He answered before lifting the glass of whiskey to his lips and taking a sip. “Not a social visit, man. Chief mentioned a fire hazard he was coming down to ticket y’all on later today. Figured, I’d come down early and ruin their fun. You got a place we can talk in peace?” Tossing the question the man’s way as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a couple of food vouchers that he’d discreetly wrapped around the ID of someone he and the other’s suspected of being infected, he handed it toward Grayson, making it seem as if he was just casually paying for this drink. 

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blondenerve:

“so what is it, then? buying bullets, or selling a story? either way, i’m your girl.” she was matter-o-fact, with an unplaceable accent & a smile touched her eyes – mischief swimming behind bright blues.  “unless you’re looking for a drinking buddy. in which case… you’re buying, darling.” chased, with an innocent enough wink.

Quelling the urge to roll his eyes at her little display rather than humor the woman with a smile, a laugh, or anything that would show he was at least in a good temper, the Commander instead pulled free a list of supplies he was in need of before placing it down between them. “Cut the shit, departments running low on ammo and the Council ain’t planning on giving us anymore till the next week or so. We don’t got enough to last us till then so-” He paused to suck at his teeth. “What can you do?”

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dottavism:

As their own dark hues met hers, Les waited for the answer. Her slender arms crossing over her chest as the unlit cigarette dangled between two fingers. As moments passed, her brows rose, signaling a soundless response through her facial features before breaking the silence. “What are you, stupid? I asked you a question.”

Between the two of them, he’d bet good money on the fact that he wasn’t the dense one. Tilting his head back and finishing off his drink in one quick go, placing the glass back down onto the table, Wolfgang using his now free hand moved to unclip his desert eagle from his hip holster. “And I ignored you.” Placing the gun onto the table between them, though he didn’t go the cliche route of turning the safety off to show he was serious or even laying his hand on the gun in some form of a threatening manner, he was more than prepared to bullet through the bitches eye if she continued to bother him during what little downtime he had.

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graysonwells:

“Here’s the thing,” Grayson drawled out the words as he leaned over the bar. “I don’t mind a freebie now and then – it keeps people happy. But you can’t drink my place fucking dry and expect to not pay. Fork over something or you won’t like what happens next.” A smile followed his threat as he poured himself a shot and took it without breaking eye contact.

Following the gaze of his fellow Death Dealer as he threatened the bar patron, despite knowing firsthand how capable the man was when it came to handling himself in a fight rather than allow him to deal with the bastard himself, the Commander lifted himself up from his stool at the bartop to intervene. “Alright. That’s enough of that.” Reaching out to grab hold of the back of the man’s shift, hauling the bastard to his feet, he patted down the man’s pockets before pulling free and tossing what passed as his wallet onto the counter. Not stopping there, relieving the man of not only a knife but a pair of bass knuckles as well, he made sure there wasn’t a damn thing of any worth on his person besides the clothes on his back before letting him go free with a push toward the door. “He good?”

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miles-taylor:

“Hey, uh,” Miles began, stumbling slightly to slow his own walking pace, “you sure you wouldn’t like a hand with that?” Having almost nothing else of interest to occupy himself, and curious as to what they were up to, he squinted slightly at the figure.

Briefly sparing the younger man a glance as he threw the question at him yet again, Wolfgang deciding once more to not even bother to gracing him with a response simply turned back to the task at hand. Throwing the dead weight onto the increasing pile of bodies, having recently cleared an infected building with his team, it was his task to burn the bodies that remained. “Know what? You can be of help. Got a light?”

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cvldrin:

                  “ I don’t really care if the world has gone to shit…I am most certainly not going to just ‘give you the meds and send you on your way.’ - that would be extremely UNETHICAL of me. Now, are you going to tell me how you got this or do I have to guess?” Either or, it wouldn’t have taken a rocket scientist to fathom just what had occurred.

Wondering just how unethical it’d be if he just simply shot her in the face and took what he wanted, Wolfgang once more simply pointed at the note from his Commander before speaking. “Like I said, Doc, can’t tell you. I’m just the errand boy. I’m not privy to how whoever got what. I just need the supplies so I can go back to doing my actual job.”

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dottavism:

    “You wouldn’t happen to have a light on you, would you?” @wclfwest

Keeping his gaze directed down at the whiskey sitting before him, not even bothering to pat down his pockets to check or even verbally reply, Wolfgang ignoring the woman as if she hadn’t just asked him a simple question lifted his glass to his lips before taking a sip.

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[TOM HARDY, HE/HIM, 39] Another mouth to feed. [WOLFGANG WEST] has been in New Seattle for [ALL HIS LIFE]. The [COP] is said to be [FEARLESS & DISCIPLINED] but also [DOMINEERING & RUTHLESS] so I’d watch your step around them. Rumor has it they’re a [DEATH DEALER COMMANDER] and [IS NEUTRAL]. They’re said to be [IMMUNE] so I guess they’re in [SAFE] Territory for now. Wonder how long they’ll last.

The mini bio/application above hits all the basic points for my boy but Imma be covering and expanding on him a little more down below.

First off, Wolfgang don’t do nicknames. Don’t him Wolfie, don’t call him whatever else you might think is some cute variation of his name. Call him Wolf, or call him West otherwise he’ll try and shoot you in the face. 

Wolfgang is very much a stoic type character.  He’s the type that nod’s a lot, smiles only when in friendly company, and tends to not give a shit about your day to day unless he gives a shit about you in general. He’s not a good cop you approach in the street and try to hand a flower or a can of Pepsi. He doesn’t like Pepsi. (I don’t think he’d know what Pepsi is tbh. That probs got wiped out.) Point is, he’s the not the nice guy. He’ll help you cause it’s his job but don’t expect him to be any sort of emotional help whatsoever or try to be anything more than a guy that seriously knows how to use a gun. He doesn’t care for friendly conversation, he’s not here to out sass your character, or banter with them. Piss him off and he’s likely to pull out his gun, point it in your characters face, and tell ‘em he’ll shoot them here and now for the fuck of it. He is not a people person but honestly don’t be afraid to interact with him. He’ll threaten yours and with your permission may even fight yours but as this isn’t a RP where we just do as we like, he’s not gonna be killing yours unless it’s actually something the player want so have no fear. You’ll always be asked if this and that is okay. 

Jeremy Matiu is his best friend in all the world so unless that’s you, you can fuck the fuck off. There are a couple of Death Dealers he’s fond of too but he’d kill every single one of them in a heartbeat for Jeremy. Wolfgang values loyalty and as Jeremy has been there for just about every second of his life, he’d sacrifice and kill anyone for him. If ever put in a situation where he had to choose, his Second in Command comes first, always. However, if not put in that situation, the Death Dealers who are loyal to him and have shown to have his back are treated nicer than everyone else. Wolfgang while a sadistic and violent asshole doesn’t lack in leadership qualities. He puts his team first and as the man in charge he does his best to make sure every single one of them are not only prepared for anything but will make it out alive. He's an asshole but he's an asshole that will make sure the people under his command make it to see another day even if that means he has to put his own life on the line for theirs. This actually goes for both jobs. He may not care much for being a cop but that don’t mean he won’t do his utmost for the job and his coworkers there either. 

Unlike some Death Dealers, Wolfgang does not have some deep hatred for those infected. Being a Death Dealer runs in his blood but more than that, being a Death Dealer is something he believes is right. He knows the dangers infected people pose to the public and taking them out it the only way to keep them safe. You can’t contain them nor can you monitor them. The only solution one has is to either cure them or eliminate them and since a cure isn’t yet a thing, there’s no choice but to eliminate them. Wolfgang believes that the work they do as Death Dealers is good work. It’s messy, and it’s violent but it’s eliminating a threat to the greater good which is why he has not a problem in the world doing it. He’s doing it solely cause he believes it helps out. He doesn’t give two shits about what the councils wants or their views. If their views line up with his that’s all the better for them but if they don’t, sucks for them. He does what he wants and believes in what he believes in. 

Wolfgang doesn’t talk about his past so don’t bother asking about it. It wasn’t bad nor was it great. His mother was killed by an infected when he was a child but she was an alcoholic who barely gave two shits about him so his origin story doesn’t start there. It starts with his father putting a gun in his hand and telling him that the walls surrounding them doesn’t mean they’re safe. It starts with his father breaking it down for him, the infected can be nice as hell but when they die the beast that takes over don’t discriminate. They won’t give a shit if he’s a kid, they won’t give a shit if he’s got a family, they won’t care about anything cause they can’t. All they care about is feeding and the minute there’s more than one of them is the minute everyone in the damn city is screwed. Learning that the best thing he could do was to take ‘em out early to not only protect himself but others too was all he needed to get on board with killing others. Finding himself proficient with a gun in hand, under his father tutelage, Wolfgang grew to be a coldhearted, unsympathetic, and at times an unnecessarily cruel young man. They were traits he wouldn’t outgrow as he got older. Becoming a cop to justify having a gun on him at all times. Wolfgang put his all into being a Death Dealer first and a cop second. 

This got a little long but I think I covered just about everything for my boy. I gotta start getting ready for work but feel free to hit me for plots and shit.