Reborn From Ash...
Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 12:00 am
Lately Bill has been keeping close to the shadows. He has been observing all the cells he is aware of, those he has access to and, more importantly, those who openly support him. He has taken on various identities and disguises and has monitored gatherings in the Hive and impromptu meetings by supporters every chance he gets. HeÂ’s been spending an abnormal amount of time doing thisÂ… and heÂ’s been looking for one thing.
Someone like him.
Bill was getting older and he was growing weary. His body still worked fine and his mind was as sharp as everÂ… but he just didnÂ’t have it in him anymore. War was a young manÂ’s game and he was no longer a young man. The revolution was teeming with two types of people. The young; strong, idealistic and visionary. These were the people he admiredÂ… the people he always aspired to rally. The other typeÂ… the older ones, bitter, soured by loss after loss, hard in their visions and unwilling to bend in their actions.
He was quickly becoming the latter.
So he spent his days scouring the channels and cells looking for someone of youthful outlookÂ… but of wise and tempered view. Someone who he could mold and train. Someone he could hand his pistol to and permit to take on the name Phoenix without fear of the name being sullied or perverted within the revolution.
It wasnÂ’t going to be an easy taskÂ… but he would keep on looking. Hopefully someone would stand out and catch his eye.
((If anyone feels that their character might catch his attention, feel free to add to the thread as you see fit))
Someone like him.
Bill was getting older and he was growing weary. His body still worked fine and his mind was as sharp as everÂ… but he just didnÂ’t have it in him anymore. War was a young manÂ’s game and he was no longer a young man. The revolution was teeming with two types of people. The young; strong, idealistic and visionary. These were the people he admiredÂ… the people he always aspired to rally. The other typeÂ… the older ones, bitter, soured by loss after loss, hard in their visions and unwilling to bend in their actions.
He was quickly becoming the latter.
So he spent his days scouring the channels and cells looking for someone of youthful outlookÂ… but of wise and tempered view. Someone who he could mold and train. Someone he could hand his pistol to and permit to take on the name Phoenix without fear of the name being sullied or perverted within the revolution.
It wasnÂ’t going to be an easy taskÂ… but he would keep on looking. Hopefully someone would stand out and catch his eye.
((If anyone feels that their character might catch his attention, feel free to add to the thread as you see fit))