Ripper
Ripper "Hey boss its Seeker!"
Hate "Is he still alive?"
Insert the sound of heavy weapon fire
Ripper "I don't think he's going to make it."
I was found by a couple named Richard and June Riddick in a liquor store trash bin, gasping for air with an umbilical cord wraped arround my neck. I don't know who my parents are, so these two will do I guess. They never gave me a name, just called me boy. Guess they figured I would die anyway, and didnt want to get too atached. She had just lost a baby, so she had no problem nursing me. She was a junkie to boot, so that helped. I was with them for about nine years. We ate what other people threw away, and begged for what ever hand outs the "rich people" (thats what we called anyone who had more than the sky for a roof) would throw our way. I learned alot about surviving on the streets form those people. I had no idea that my biggest lesson in life was just about to begin.
One day after going out to look for food I saw somthing that would change my life foe ever, in more ways than one. some wannabe Halloween Jack was making a jigsaw puzzel out of the only tow people that ever mattered to me. I know he was a wannabe, because the real deal showed up a fiew minutes later. Boy was he pissed he made a real mess out of that guy. I think that was the biggest blod bath i had ever seen. ::chuckels:: Makes me wish i had a cammera.
A couple of years weny by, and I hooked up with this local street gang called the Rippers. I learned more from them than anyone in my life. We had a nice long run. I made some good money selling weapons, and drugs. I allways seemed to take more drugs than i sold though. Oh well. We saw our fair share of war. We sent quite a fiew bodys to the sewers to feed the pigs. I lost alot of people who i would almost concider friends. If running with the Rippers taught me anything it tought me DTA (Dont Trust Anybody) not even yourself.
After a while this new group calme allong, they called themselves the Tallons. We just figured they wer a bunch of upstarts, and would be pushovers like everyone else. We wer verry wrong. They had more people, money, and weapons than we could have ever imagined. All it took was one hour for my intire Psycho fuck family to be reduced to broken bodys, and blody pieces on the streets of down town. I was the only Ripper to live through that one, so I took that as my name. Anyone who claims to be a Ripper has to answer to me.
After that my life took a real downward spyral. I didnt care what shit I put into my body(I thik Ieven shot up drain cleaner once). I was broke, and bored. I took to robbing people to make ends meet. Dont get me wrong. I never ment to kill anyone, but ya know sometimes people grow a pair when you least expect it. One day I got the bright idea that the pickings would be better up town. Yea I know that was fucking stupid. Well I got up there and , was hitting this good mark, an old couple. I was just about to convince them to give me what they had. Then this punk with a shiny nickel slick badge decided to play hero, and I had just a little too muvh UV in my system to let that happen. Some how half of his face ended up smeared on the pavement, and the other half was frozen in a look of pain, and fear. Then allong come his buddies to rescue him.(boy im glad they had bad timeing) I ended up knocked out. When I came arround I was chained spread eagle to a wall, and had no idea where I was. I figured I had a good run, and it seemed like a good day to die.
When I had just convinced myself that death wouldnt be that bad a guy walked in looking like some kind of buisness man. He said he worked for SLA,and gave me the chance of a lifetime. Work for him and get all the drugs i wanted, not to mention make some good money doing what I was best at, or die. I cant believe it took me a whole five minutes to decide.
I live for the sweet nectar called Ultra Violence, and the Chain keeps me from going compleetly insane in this fucked up world of progress. The company has givven me a chance to become somebody. On the streets I was nobody. I hear aliens talk of religion and gods, well MR Slayer is my god. I owe all I have to him. My body my mind my soul belong to MR Slayer I will do whatever the company asks, and do it with a smile
Damn good operative. Strictly loyal to Mr. Slayer and his company. I have no questions of his dedication to get the job done and done right.
His only downside is his temper seems to get the best of him at times. Although this is not during combat situations that is when he is at his best. Only during times when he is questionable or questioned about his actions or when confronted with somebody he does not like.