CIVILIAN, lyndon joyce

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When you are five, you already know that people do not live forever. When you are six, you learn that the amount of people willing to stop and comfort a homeless boy is not very high.

When you are six, they point at your feet. They ask, "Where are your shoes?"

So you ask, "What are those?"

When you are six, they extend a hand and usher you in. They teach you that shoes are something that go on your feet to keep them clean, keep the cold away from your toes. They give you a pair, clothe you, feed you. They call you one of them.

You like the sound of that.

When you are ten, they place something cold in your hands. "You pull the trigger on this, and no one messes with you." Honestly though, you're okay with people messing with you. So you don't point it at the people who bother you, but instead, you point its muzzle at the people who raise a fist against your new family.

After all, just because the blood running through your veins isn't the same as theirs doesn't mean they are any less of your brothers and sisters to you.

(brutality? what brutality? they are yours, and you are theirs.)



No special powers here, but Lyndon is a mean machine with small firearms and a great shot to boot. If anything, his loyalty is his most dangerous weapon.

[attr="class","appname"]LYNDON JOYCE

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AGE: 16
SEX: M
RACE: HUMAN
HOMELAND: IRKALLA
CONTRACT: N