CLOSE MY EYES, CROSS MY ARMS | “MANDATORY” MEET AND GREET

[Wolfsbane]

[align=center][div style="width:500px;text-align:justify; line-height: 110%;"]Los Santos was founded on Bane’s idea of family. Having lacked any form of it, it only made sense the man had founded this group on such a principle. Past faces of old friends were blurred by the forgetful quality of time, old lovers remembered in the emptiness of his sheets at night, former children grown into adulthood and thrown onto their own paths. Wolfsbane had created the group from a small band of friends, friends who had all dispersed over time, and now the man was left looking around the city, unsure of the people who surrounded him.

Many of them he had known for some time, but that time was limited, and so their bonds were not solid. Bane trusted some on minimal levels, wary if he turned his head, they would pull the rug out from under his feet. But despite the claws and clashing teeth and bloodstained clothing, these were Bane’s people- these were Los Santos; these were The Saints. Wolfsbane was grateful for their loyalty thus far and their patience, and though some carried an unbudging violence and anger in their eyes, Bane cared greatly for their protection nevertheless. These were his people- a little bit broken, a little bit unnerving, a little bit odd- but they were his people.

And so, the man settled himself in the main area of the city, atop an abandoned car’s hood in the street nestled by the cemetery and the hotel. Perhaps the spirits of their past ones would enjoy this meet and greet as well. ”Everyone, please gather up,” The familiar call echoed down the abandoned streets, a pause following as usual as the group members approached, leaning against faded pastel walls or other abandoned cars.

”Our new growth in numbers has brought together both old and new faces. I know some of you aren’t fond of these, and I understand, but I ask we all at least introduce ourselves and get to know the people we will fight alongside in time.” He could not force these people to get along, but he could ask they at least know each other’s names.

”I’ll start. My name’s Wolfsbane, I’ve been here for about half a year, and I founded this group with the help of some old friends,” He looked around, looking at the couple who remained that had helped him begin the group. ”I’m knowledgeable in combat and have a limited experience in medicine. I’m always around to answer questions or help out if you need it. My goal in this group is to expand it and for us to be strong, starting with our loyalties and trust in one another.“ He figured that was a good enough layout for the others to base their introductions off of: name, some basic information about themselves, their skill sets in the group, and their goals. He looked around at the faces among him, ”Who’s next?”