Post by kurucz on Sept 5, 2010 10:32:57 GMT -5
DUSTIN'S BEEN OUT NOW FOR 7 DAYS
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FUNNY HOW HE THOUGHT THE PRICE HAD BEEN PAID[/font][/center]
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ON A PAST HE HATES TO TALK ABOUT
[/color]IT'S EVERYTHING WRONG ABOUT HIM[/font][/center]
NICKNAMES: Dustin (call him Dusty and die)
AGE: 19
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual
OCCUPATION: n/a
CANON OR ORIGINAL:Orginal[/color][/font]
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HE GOES HOME TO A BATTLEFIELD
[/color]AND STARTS TO DRINK AS SOME KIND OF A SHIELD[/font][/center]
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'10" & 140
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:Dustin isn’t exactly what you would consider tall, more of average height really. He is built somewhat more heavily than others, not large by any means, but broad shouldered and quite well muscled. He's really not the sort of guy you would want to get into a fight with, unless of course you were completely insane and had a death wish...which there's nothing wrong with, I'm just saying...don't get in a tussle with this guy, he's likely to knock your block off with a single blow.
His black hair is kept somewhat short in order to keep it out of his way, the last thing he needs is his hair getting in his way when he's trying to get something done, or defending himself from someone or something. His eyes are a dim blue that can often appear to be gray depending on the light. He doesn’t look like your typical “gangster” type, but then again, what does outward appearance say about inward? Not much apparently. With this man, what you see and what you get are very possibly two entirely different things, so watch yourself, you never know what you might get.
He always seems to have a bit of a distant look on his face, even when he is quite focused. He has a diagonal scar across the left side of his chest, the result of childhood abuse. Other than that, there is no sign of his past life. His eyes always seem to have a look of silent suffering in them, though he would never admit to it. Few people will ever know what his smile looks like, since it seems almost as if he’s forgotten how to do so.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: general expression[/color][/font]
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FOR THE ANGER INSTILLED IN HIM
[/color]AND THEIR LOOKS ARE KILLING HIM NOW[/font][/center]
DISLIKES: cops, child abusers, and anything that has to do with the law.
STRENGTHS: hiding emotion & playing with people's minds
WEAKNESSES: trust, patience
HABITS/QUIRKS: he tends to get a bit defensive about certain topics.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Dustin is a somewhat quiet person. He rarely asserts himself into conversations, and even more rarely voices his opinion about things. Don’t get me wrong, if he’s asked, he’ll answer, if he’s included in a conversation he’ll talk, but he doesn’t usually start conversations. He generally avoids problems, though there are those unavoidable ones that come up occasionally. Loyalty is a big priority on his list, and once you’ve “recruited” him, it’s hard to lose him.
He’s got a strong will, and the guts to go with it. If something’s not right he’ll go out of his way to make it right himself, as he’s already proven in his life. He respects the authority placed over him, even though he really has no reason to. Considering that the Mexican government imprisoned him on false accusations, then the U.S government took his sister from him on false accusations, and failed to investigate what he reported to them, resulting in her death, because of those same false accusations, it’s nothing short of a miracle that he still respects any form of leader. He hates the law and the government mind you, but other than that, he’s perfectly fine with having some head honcho over him.
He gets along with people for the most part, but I wouldn’t try to test him, especially if he’s not close to you…seeing as how he shot the last man who did him a serious wrong. He’s not very forgiving, as you can imagine, and will hold grudges for a long time. Other than that, he gets along with most everyone, though doesn’t appreciate people who have no appreciation for the life they have. Enjoy it while you can, and make the most out of life before life destroys you.[/color][/font]
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HE'S ASKING A QUESTION HOW WILL I BE
[/color]WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO THE END AND MEMORIES STILL HAUNT ME[/font][/center]
Marita Kurucz-51-former missionary-deceased
SIBLINGS: Shayla-would be 4-deceased
OTHER FAMILY: n/a
PETS: Zeke
OVERALL HISTORY: No, he actually hadn’t shot that cop, what fifteen year old boy in their right mind could shoot anyone, let alone a cop? But it hadn’t mattered what he had or hadn’t done. The Mexican government in that area was corrupt, if you were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time; you went to jail, no trial, nothing. Of course, when you went to jail, you were given the promise of a trial at a later date, but more than often it was a much, much later date.
Wondering what actually went down? Well, here it is in short. His parents were catholic missionaries in Mexico when he was born, and because they were still U.S citizens, he was granted dual citizenship in the U.S and Mexico. For the first five years of his life, everything was perfectly normal…as normal as a missionary kid’s life could be anyway. But the years after that were pure torture. Something happened that he couldn’t understand in his five-year-old mind.
His father basically gave up on the whole missionary thing, and started drinking and getting into drugs and all that good stuff. Shortly after that he would come home drunk almost every night and beat both him and his mother. For almost ten years this routine was carried out. Finally giving up on trying to stop his dad from beating him, Dustin, then fifteen, took his father’s gun and stepped out into the street, having every intention of ending it all right then and there. He was interrupted though, but a policeman, one of his dad’s more recent drinking buddies. The man was drunk, and when he saw the gun in Dustin’s hand, he took out his own weapon, aimed it, rather unsteadily, and fired. A few moments after the bullet tore into Dustin’s shoulder, the cop shot himself.
They hadn’t cared about forensics or any of that, the kid had a gun, and the cop was dead. He had to have done it right? Had this been in the U.S, he would not have been tried as an adult, but since it was in corrupted Mexico, he was brought straight away to prison. They said he would get a trial soon, but apparently soon was a long time away. It was during his time there that he first really truly hated government and the law.
After two years in prison, Dustin’s court date finally arrived. The trial hardly lasted an hour. They admitted that they had looked into the evidence, and he was not to blame. That same day he was released. You would expect that he would be given something for having been forced to waste those years in prison, but all he got was a ‘sorry.’
He returned home, only to find out that his parents were divorced, his mother had practically disowned him, not wanting to be affiliated with a murderer, and she was now living with another man, with whom she had a two-year-old daughter. It was then and there that he came to the realization that he was on his own. He started working a few odd jobs here and there, and was finally settling into a “normal” life once again when the news was brought to him.
His mother’s boyfriend had shot and killed her, then disappeared, leaving the little girl without parents or anyone to take care of her. Dustin was the only living relative, so naturally, she fell into his care. Not knowing anything about how to take care of a toddler, and barely making enough to sustain himself, he decided to drop his Mexican citizenship and move to the States.
Hardly a year after moving up there, the social services somehow managed to find the record of his murdering the policeman down in Mexico. Apparently they had forgotten to discard that record. Anyway, they ruled him to be too dangerous to be taking care of a child that young, and took her from him. Her new parents allowed him to have visitation rights, which he was able to utilize once a week. Although he didn't see her all that often, she always raced out of the house to meet him when he came, joyful glee lighting up her three-year-old face.
One day, July 9th at 2:00 pm, Dustin stepped out of his car and was met by a tearful little girl. There was a bruise across her face that looked fairly new. Through the sobs, she managed to tell him that her “new daddy” was hurting her. Dustin, of course, was outraged. He wasn’t going to let her have the same life he had been forced into. He promised to make everything better, and contacted the social services. They said they would look into it, though didn’t really believe him. After all, he was a criminal. Finally, a week later, they decided to investigate and check up on things, but it was too late.
It was an accident, they said, she had fallen down the stairs and fractured her skull. Dustin didn’t really care if they said it was an accident, he knew he had killed her. At the funeral as they lowered the tiny casket into her grave, he could hardly hear the words the pastor said. He hardly heard the people as they apologized for his loss. All he saw and heard was the man who had killed his little sister. All he saw was the mock sadness, the pretend pain and tears. All he heard were the well rehearsed, empty expressions of sorrow that flowed from his mouth in a stream of vile poison.
For a month he fumed over it internally, though never let on to a single soul what he was thinking. Exactly thirty days after the little girl’s death, Dustin pulled out the gun…the same one that had sent him to prison for possessing…and took a drive over to his house. He parked his car several blocks away, and walked to the house. It was late, and his wife was out working her job, leaving him in the house alone. Dustin walked up to the door, which was unlocked and stepped in.
He found the man in the living room watching a game on TV and drinking a can of beer. He hadn’t heard Dustin’s entry. He did however, hear the sound of the gun being thingyeded, and turned around. “Dustin?” He said, sounding worried as he looked at the gun pointed steadily at him. “What’s going on?” Silence resonated between them for some time, finally broken by Dustin’s reply. “You killed her didn’t you?” He asked, but continued on without giving him a chance to make up an excuse. “You killed an innocent three-year-old girl who only wanted to please you. She couldn’t do anything right in your eyes could she? So you killed her. I know you did it, she told me only days before that you had hurt her. Intentionally, blatantly, you killed her.” He paused once again, hardly able to keep the gun leveled steadily at him as he fought the urge to shoot the man right there. "And why? He continued yet again, "Because you were too selfish to see past your own nose and into the eyes of a little girl who never knew a father's love, and now never will." By this point, it was pretty obvious that he was fighting back the tears that attempted to well up and spill over as he reopened never fully healed wounds with each word.
The man’s look of worry changed to terrible realization. He had thought he would get away with it. He had thought no one would ever know, and here now it was all falling apart around him. “Look Dustin,” He said, trying to convince him that he hadn’t done it, though he wasn’t very good at lying at that end of the gun. “I know you’re upset, but I loved her like…” He was cut off as Dustin took hold of him and slammed him against the wall, rage and hatred filling his normally calm eyes. “Loved her like a what? A father?" He practically laughed at the seeming insanity of this suggestion. "You never loved her. What father would abuse his child? What father would kill his child? You were no more a father to her than some stranger on the other side of the world.” Dustin said, his voice almost a hiss as he pressed the gun against the man’s head. “She deserved better.”
He turned and started to walk away, leaving the man relieved, though still worried, he could easily go to the police. A slight smirk crawled across the man’s face as Dustin walked away. “They’ll never take your word over mine.” He said, stopping Dustin in his tracks, “What’s stopping me from calling the police and telling them about this?” Dustin turned slowly, looking the man in the eyes. It seemed like an eternity, though it was only a few moments, and Dustin slowly brought the gun back to the level of the man’s head. He said nothing, not a single word, but pulled the trigger.
The gunshot resonated though the streets, and a few lights popped on, curious neighbors stepped out onto their front porches. Several people phoned the police, then watched as the red and blue lights swarmed around the house. By the time anyone arrived though, the killer was gone, leaving behind not even so much as a finger print as evidence to who had murdered the man.
About 20 miles out of town, he disposed of the gun in a muddy river, knowing that no one would ever find it, and even if they did and happened to report it to the police, the gun had come from Mexico, and therefore there was no registration where the owner's name could be found. He never went back there, and the police never suspected that he had done it. Sure, they considered him a criminal, but was he capable of killing a man in cold blood? Several people he had known around town had testified that he would never do such a thing. They were, every one of them, wrong.
He made Pinewood West Virginia his home, no one would look for him there if they found out he’d done it. But he was a changed man. He became the criminal everyone believed him to be. The streets became his home. It was here that he ran into the infamous and legendary Tyler Haze who was rumored to be the best there was. He wanted to learn from Tyler, but quickly discovered it was impossible. The man could disappear into thin air in the blink of an eye. So it was up to him to learn on his own. After a year, he was now 19, he had mastered the technique. Sure, he was no match for the original most wanted, Tyler, but he was pretty damn close. He became one of Pinewood’s most wanted. He became one of the best. He became the night. He became inhuman…immortal. He had blood on his hands, and stood in defiance of the law. Anyone who dared to attempt and thaw this frozen heart, tame this wild ambition, corral this train wreck headed for more disaster…would have a task ahead of them indeed.[/color][/font]
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HOW CAN HE HAVE FORGIVENESS THAT FLOWS
[/color]WHEN NO ONE FORGIVES ME YET IT'S JESUS THEY KNOW[/font][/center]
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see Charlie
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I LOSE JUST A LITTLE BIT OF ME
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