04-28-2020, 11:40 PM
[align=center]
[table]
trigger warnings alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion.
tags 45 years old, difficult/hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
tags 45 years old, difficult/hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
"speech" 'thought' text
He'd gotten his shoulder seen to, thank god, it was feeling much better now that it wasn't infected and causing him a lot of pain. Mike had been away for a bit, though he'd announced that he'd be gone, and he was glad that there wasn't a lot of shit happening, nothing had burned down, to his knowledge, no one had been murdered.
He needed to figure out ways to get the Badlands hopping again though. Back in the day things were going on at a fast pace, and now... well, the group seemed to be in a slump. So, how to get it up and running again? The man had a few ideas, but he also wanted to hear from the members that they had left.
And so, he'd sent word that there'd be a meeting. He half expected no one to show up, though he supposed that would be fine by him... maybe the Badlands was destined to die, but, he'd go down with the ship. He'd been saddled with this responsibility, it was his job to see it through.
He still wasn't planning on making any drastic changes, Salem still might return, and he wasn't particular to having the man decide that he, Mike had seized power just for the hell of it. No, there were people in the Badlands that needed guidance. Didn't want the group going into a lawless state of anarchy, that just wouldn't do. He straightened his shoulders, thankful for the improvement in his health, his skin was no longer a pale greenish, but instead, the normal, healthy color.
"Alright! Listen up everybody!" His voice carried to the far reaches of the courtyard-like area. "I've got some announcements to make, so shut up and settle down." His voice was a bit less loud now.
He'd gotten his shoulder seen to, thank god, it was feeling much better now that it wasn't infected and causing him a lot of pain. Mike had been away for a bit, though he'd announced that he'd be gone, and he was glad that there wasn't a lot of shit happening, nothing had burned down, to his knowledge, no one had been murdered.
He needed to figure out ways to get the Badlands hopping again though. Back in the day things were going on at a fast pace, and now... well, the group seemed to be in a slump. So, how to get it up and running again? The man had a few ideas, but he also wanted to hear from the members that they had left.
And so, he'd sent word that there'd be a meeting. He half expected no one to show up, though he supposed that would be fine by him... maybe the Badlands was destined to die, but, he'd go down with the ship. He'd been saddled with this responsibility, it was his job to see it through.
He still wasn't planning on making any drastic changes, Salem still might return, and he wasn't particular to having the man decide that he, Mike had seized power just for the hell of it. No, there were people in the Badlands that needed guidance. Didn't want the group going into a lawless state of anarchy, that just wouldn't do. He straightened his shoulders, thankful for the improvement in his health, his skin was no longer a pale greenish, but instead, the normal, healthy color.
"Alright! Listen up everybody!" His voice carried to the far reaches of the courtyard-like area. "I've got some announcements to make, so shut up and settle down." His voice was a bit less loud now.
[align=center]
MICHAEL FORD
Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.