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Cain looks around him and says to O'Connor "Hear that?". Before walking off to the source of the noise.

Cry myself to sleep, in despair of the terrible conditions around me.

Name: Skrag Obryn. Age: 22 Physical Description: Thin man standing at 5 foot 11. Jet-black hair with yellow eyes. Very hairy, yellowing teeth(Missing a few), usually slumped over, wears stitched togather wolf fur as clothing and carries around a bow and knives. Also wears snow goggles frequently. Home Fiefdom: Lands of the barbarian tribes, north of the valley's mouth. Profession: Wandering recluse. Backstory: Skrag was born far, far beyond the valley, in a tribe of people known as "The Feather People". As Skrag grew up, he learned how to hunt with his father and how to sew, cook, and make art with his mother. As part of his coming of age ritual at age 16 Skrag had to follow his father into a raiding party into the lands of the Russians. Skrag never made it back, his father was stabbed to death by a Russian spearman before Skrag could rush to his side. Now, dishonoured and not willing to return home, Skrag wanders the land of the valley, foraging, hunting, and stealing for survival. Shortly after being chased out of a Russian village for cheating in a Tavern card game, he began to make his way towards Vasiliberg.

While Cain walks behind O'Connor he asks "What's with you and magic? You almost blew Inis' head off when she asked for a wand.".

Cain walks out to greet O'Connor and sighs "Inis and what's-his-face is still screwing around in that armoury, shall we continue checking out the town?".

Cain looks at Inis and Gideon and grumbles "I'm gonna follow him and make sure he doesn't murder anyone else...". Before he walks out of the door he looks at Inis and says "I'll keep an eye out for that stick.".

Cain says "Inis, if you want a demonstration of the use of th--" as his words are cut off with he notices O'Connor pointing his gun at Inis and points his own shotgun at him "Don't.Even.Fucking.Think.About it.".

Cain began to rifle through the pile of weaponry before pulling out a Winchester Model 1897 out, with the stock cut off and the top barrel cut short. He then picks up a steel axe with a wooden grip and says to Inis whilst slipping them in between his belt and jeans "These are not 'metal club things', they're the best god-damn warfare invention I've ever seen."

Cain mutters as he enters the room and begins search for anything he can use.

Cain stares at the sight of a painted gun on the door. Grabbing a sharp axe he begins to hack away at the door while muttering "Please be something useful...".

What it says on the the tin. Reason why is... A: Security going and permabrigging/robbing wizard of all items, usually causing wizards to not be able to do much or possibly having a vendetta against sec to get their items back. B: Murderboning, wizards are able to turn people into apes, slimes, or just outright kill them or breach the station with a single spell, causing an absolute crapton of damage. C: Just the absolute silliness of it all, we're a serious heavy RP server and yet we have people running around in robes, turning crewmembers into xenomorphs. ...And that is my reasons why Wizard should be taken out the Secret Rotation so it can only be voted for directly, if anyone wants a round of (Usual) chucklefuckery.

Cain glares at Inis for a short while before walking out the building and slamming the door behind him shut. Looking around the town, he begins to walk towards the blacksmith shop.

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@SinghKing-I have no idea why CC even employs bald people anymore, they always fuck everything up.

Cain leans against the building wall with The Corporal and mutters "Well, that was fuckin' great...". He slowly gets up from the wall and says "I suppose introductions are in order?" sticking his hand out towards The Corporal.

Cain quickly pulled himself from Malcolm's grip and began to sprint towards the village with the others whilst yelling "Fucking hellhole! This is just fucking dandy!"

@singhking-Fucking science made slimes that could float through walls and they massacred medbay #WhyAmIOnThisGodDamnStation

Shook his head at Inis' questions "No, and I'm sure of who I am myself...name's Cain, by the way.". Taking notice of the point ears on Inis' head, Cain asks "Never seen ears like those on a human before.".

Cain woke up from a nightmare of being assaulted by swirling black smoke, as he pulled himself up he noticed his surroundings and stared, confused, at another humanoid rising off the ground. "Hey!" he calls out to her. "Who are you? Where am I?".

@Singhking- I'm working a shift with dicklizard, Whiny bitch Wyatt, and fuckatorio #FML.

~@Singhking~ A tajara just murdered someone over a sexist comment#WhyAmIOnThisGodDamnStation

Hell yes, robotic German shepherds with teeth to stun or kill, move quickly, with integrated sec HUDs.

Name: Cain Woods. Age: 35 Race: Human Fears: Demons, death. Likes: Successful Cases, Cleaning his weapons, most of his hunting buddies. Dislikes: Monsters, assholes, police. Short Backstory: There are terrible things in this world, and there must always be someone to fight against them. In the 21th century, these fighters for humanity were known as "Hunters". Hunters lived short, lonely, and terrible lives, but it was always for others. Like many other hunters, Cain got into the business when his father was murdered by a vampire, he knew the creature was more than human when he emptied an entire glock into it and it merely laughed. Cain's very first case was a demon possession, he was captured and at the foul monster's mercy for 3 days, enduring terrible torture until he escaped. Thankfully, many of his other cases were more successful as he ran in with a fellow hunter who owned a roadhouse in which other hunters would use as their base of operations. As he began to tangle with witches and warlocks, he began to use magic to aid him in cases and to avoid demon detection, possession, and nearly found a spell that could cause demons in a 50 kilometre radius to instantly leave their hosts. One day, he was playing poker with some of his friends when an attack happened. Black smoke poured into the house and began to spread a fire, as it engulfed his friend Cain closed his eyes and prepared for death. When he opened them again, he stood in a green field with nothing but his blue plaid shirt and a dusty pair of jeans. Skills: Extensive knowledge of guns, strong, good knowledge of magic(Likely not usable, may lead to funny situations.)

Not everyone could tell whether or not a knife is sharp by looking at the blade.

Good idea, while it would be nice to be able to actually use the kirpan as a stun weapon or in actual combat, CC would not allow an normal sec officer to bring such an item (Sadly.). But, I would like to keep it in it's dull, unsealed form to act as a tool of intimidation.