He had to be quick with this. The book burning had given him an opportunity, a viewable weakness, and a chance at escalating his actions. The veil was about to be lifted, and his reach was about to be shifted to lethal levels.
“Es hora de revolución nuevamente.”Only one phrase left his maw as he looked between the two papers almost fanatically. They were both citizenship documents; except one was previously filled. He read over the information with a smug grin.
Name: Victor Camillo
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Species: Tabaxi
Genetic Caste: Coalfur
Occupation:
Janitor WARNING: Registered Domestic Terrorist; Enemy of the StateOther Traits of Note: Is to be taken into custody or shot on site if spotted, has committed several acts of treason and terror against the regime, of which he has been indicted of:
- Defying authorities and assaulting government officials.
- Organizing and carrying out acts of destruction against government property.
- Repeatedly utilizing military ordinance and makeshift explosives to inflict bodily harm.
- Attempting to instigate civil unrest by means of slander.
- Tampering with sensitive government documents.
Genetic Signature: Victor Ca/*$&#’lc
YourNextMotherF-Vic laughed quietly, and with a shakey sigh, he put down the paper and withdrew the other form. He wasn’t good with computers, mostly due to his history of sweeping floors and tinkering with... less desired objects. It was almost comical to him. A janitor turned insurgent, made aware of his current state in life during his most dangerous transition in life. The situation and his resources were too coincidental, and he went from being unnoticed to being downright vilified. Used as an image of what not to be, then covered up, erased, and purged from most records. Now his actions are just labeled as “technological accidents.”
So here he sat, using the rudimentary technology he had to kickstart a new wave of mayhem. Every inferno starts with a spark. The room which he resided in was almost bare, and the building itself seemed relatively forgotten. A small bed, a desk, a few strongboxes with various tools, and a flag with two crossed swords accompanied by a depiction of fire in the middle filled the emptiness of his abode. The single light above him displayed all he had to offer, and revealed the feline in his dark grey cargo pants, grey button up shirt that had a pair of sunglasses hanging in the pocket, and some well-worn black boots. Despite his conditions, his white and black fur was kept clean, along with his attire.
On the desk next to him sat his most prized possessions: a short, nearly ancient wooden and metal automatic rifle, a black, unmarked beret, and a black plate carrier with several pouches on each of the sides. The tools of war.
After minutes of tedious typing, the dusty printer worked as though it was on its last legs, gradually printing out his new citizenship application. He gave it a quick glance.
Name: Arevalo Mendo
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Species: Tabaxi
Genetic Caste: Coalfur
Occupation: Plumber
Other Notes: Several years of occupational experience.
Genetic Signature: Arevalo Mendo
Everything seemed correct, similar, but not enough to arouse suspicion. Hastily, he tucked the paper into a paper envelope and stood. Moving expeditiously, he navigated through the building and bit his lip. There was a lot resting on this, and he paid well to have someone submit this for him. All he had to do was make the drop and hope they honored the transaction. With a twinge of doubt and hesitation, he opened the front door of the building and scanned around the streets before wedging the envelop in a bit of cracked concrete.
After he closed the door, he ran a paw along his head and turned back, shaking his head. He had chosen plumber because of the access it came with; the pipes of the city were targets he valued, along with transport and government buildings.
The plans were set, his equipment was ready, and the computer would later be disposed of to eradicate any trace of his presence. After that? He would strike, and remind the republic what fear looked like.
A black beret and a ticking clock.
(OOC; I hope that it looks alright, I like using characters that have a pretty unique dynamic and I figured this one may fit well. If anything needs to be altered please let me know!)
Topic: Republic of Andrat RP (Discussion, OOC, Sign-up thread) (Read 25618 times)