Feral Heart

{@Auriakuri: Indeed it was(yesterday)! And sorry for the late reply! My internet was horrid due to the snow storm here.}

The click of a trigger made Four freeze in place, listening to the soft sound of footsteps come up behind him. From what he heard, the steps sounded feminine according to the weight that was being forced upon each step and the sound that was produced at each step. "What are you doing here? Are you with the military?" Four turned his body to face his questioner, only to face a girl who seemed to be around the age of eighteen sporting jet black hair. All he managed to answer with was a slight chuckle, advancing on the girl and now well aware of her finger gently resting on the trigger. His dogs who both sat behind him began to growl, dark eyes trailing the female who held the gun to Four. With a brisk gesture with his hand the dogs silenced but still glared at the new comer, chests filled with uncertainty. "What do you think?" He continued to press forward until he walked straight into the tip of the gun, the barrel resting on his chest. "You were the one that approached me." His eyes drifted down to the gun and sucked his teeth while shaking his head. "Ah, c'mon now girly. I don't think you'd do it." Four spread both of his arms out while looking at all the people who were situated in the park. "You wouldn't shoot me. Not with all these people here," he said brining his tone down to a whisper. "To them, I seem innocent, and by shooting me, they will only see you a guilty." Shaking his head again he broke out into laughter, slicking his hand through his hair. Finally recollecting himself, he stared into her honey-brown eyes. "But seriously, why did you have to threaten me with a gun? What if I was just digging for worms or something? I'm guessing you had a thought of a reason, so what do you think I'm doing here?"

((I am truly sorry for my inactivitey, but my life has been rather busy lately. I am very limited on my free time, so I have to leave this RP. It was an amazing idea, so I hope other members do continue to keep it up and running. Best of luck!   -Lupo))

Name: Matthew J. Taylor (Alias: Four)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Role: Raider
Personality: Matthew, who is known as 'Four' is a slick guy who often weaves his way in and out of trouble. His emotions are usually well hidden unless its humor or he's being sarcastic. Years of living without parents or family has shaped him into a merciless thief who has no limits. Never in Matt's life has he ever had a friend, or someone even close enough to talk to about personal things. His personality makes him edgy, an easy person to be judged making even worse to even get to know someone. His fears have become minor because there is no one in his life that he feels that he needs to worry about, except his dogs, and he believes he has enough protection against the infected, though he can't be positive. The military has 'Four' written all over their wanted files and telling their officials to keep a look out for him, but yet that never phases him and he continues to steal, even kill if its necessary.
History: Matt lost his parents at the age of four to the infections that had been spreading around the year he was born, causing him to have to live in a run down isolated all boys orphanage at the edge of the city. As a child he could never put up with the staff of the orphanage who seemed to only want to run it because the building was sealed letting in no disease. Three years later, Matt could no longer take being neglected so he took what little resources he could find and headed for a warehouse called Sector 7 that was miles east into the center of the city. He had heard of other boys leaving the orphanage to that location searching for work and shelter. Upon arrival, which took almost a week, he was greeted by men who were not so eager to let a child into their so called 'business'. He begged them, like any other seven year old would until they accepted. He soon learned that under the warehouse there was a huge tunneling system that stored several riches and provided protection, which was what he was sent to work on. It wasn't until Matthew was 12 when he was let in on the actual business. The men who had taken him were not the people he ever thought they were, but they had provided so many years of protection and food that he was quick to join their ranks. They gave him a whole initiation process which included almost a year of training. He had adopted the name 'Four', mainly because he received a perfect score in his training on 4 different weapons that he still uses to this day. Now, Matt is a well trusted member of the group and continues to provide his service to the raiders.

(Weapons specialized in.)
Family: The son of Patrick and Evelyn Taylor.
Location: New York, New York
Pets:

Aero & Argo
Age: 5 and 7 years
Gender: Males
About: Both of these dogs were found when they were just a year and three years by Matt in the train station, possibly seeking cover from the diseases that circulated in the air. Taking them in as his own, he trained them to hunt down goods and resources, as well as to guard his belongings. They have been by his side and respect him as their master, only listening to his commands. Matt is always rewarding them for their work as well as making sure they are in a healthy condition.

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The amount of detail and effort produced here is flawless. These are some of the most beautiful maps I've ever come across. These are definitely going to downloaded by me, and when I have the free time I will explore to my hearts content.

Spectacular job!