• New to the Site Start Here First
    • FIP Program of 1850
    • Family Legacy’s
      • Brothers of Destruction
    • Candid Shots
    • Demur vs True Demure
    • Lexicon
      • Glossary Index
      • Generational’s
    • Top 10 Lists
      • Worlds Deadliest
      • Top 10 Funniest Runner Names
    • Karmic Calculator
  • Free Bird
    • The Committee
      • Committee
  • Cyber Pirates
    • Crimson Bloods
      • Crimson Bloods Roster
    • Sea Wolves
      • Sea Wolves Roster
  • Executioners
  • Santa Fe Ring
  • The Guild
    • Bounty Hunters
  • Mercenary Guilds
    • The Steel Legion
      • Legionnaires
    • Soldiers of Fortune
      • Brotherhood Roster
      • The Sentinels
        • 401st Ghost Division
        • 82nd Thunder Dogs
        • 51st Iron Wolves
        • Texas 1st
      • Wolverines
      • D-Company
        • Doomsday Tribe
  • The False Flag
    • Common Sense
    • Meet the Mercs 2074 Edition
      • Meet the Mercs 2074 – Article 1: Brotherhood of Mercenaries
      • Meet the Mercs 2074 – Article 2: The Steel Legion
    • Urban Strike Division Team 1
      • Urban Strike Runners
    • UCAS Loyalist
  • Specialists
    • Hive Busters
    • Infiltrators
    • Fixers
    • Deckers
    • Magi
    • Riggers
    • Vigilantes
      • Roster of Hunters

Shadows of Seattle

Decker Database

  • Home
  • Orgs
    • The Library
      • Keepers
    • The Post Office
      • Duty Roster
      • The Presidents Men
        • Secret Service
    • Seattle PD
      • Duty Roster
      • Seattle Fire Department 2074
      • Department of Corrections
        • Corrections Officers
      • Seattle District Court
        • District Attorney’s Office
        • TOP TEN MOST WANTED (INTERNATIONAL)
        • TOP TEN MOST WANTED (EUROPEAN)
        • TOP TEN MOST WANTED (UCAS Edition)
        • TOP TEN MOST WANTED (Seattle Edition)
        • TOP TEN MOST WANTED (COMMON WEALTH EDITION)
        • Judges
      • Seattle Medical Examiners Office
        • Coroner’s Office
    • Boston Police Department
    • Dragons
    • H.R.M.
      • Duty Roster
      • Horror Squad
        • Dogs of War
    • S.O.T.C (Sons)
      • Duty Roster
      • Texas Elite Runners
    • The Death’s Hand
      • Duty Roster
    • Sons of Liberty
      • Patriots Roster
      • Rough Riders Roster
      • Devil Dogs
        • Devil Dog Runners
      • Minutemen
        • Minutemen Runners
      • Unforgiven
        • Unforgiven Runners
      • The Rattlers
        • Rattler Runners
      • The Harbour Masters
    • The Cajuns
      • Cajun Mafia
    • The Secret Service
      • Kingsman
    • MI7
      • Special Agents
    • The Great Khans
    • 67th Storm Riders
    • Seattle’s Elite
      • US ELITE ROSTER
      • US Elite Southern Division
      • US Elite Naval Division
      • US Elite Criminal Investigation Division
      • US Elite Intelligence Division
      • US Elite Medical Division
      • 67th Storm Riders
      • Horsemen
        • 7th Rancor Battalion
      • Cajun Cavalry
        • 501st Ghost Squad
    • Horsemen
      • The Horseman
    • The Surrey Gang
  • Teams
    • Wolf Pack
      • The Pack
    • Forsaken
      • The Forgotten
    • The Mariners
      • Mariners Roster
    • Crimson Ruination
      • Team Roster
    • The Harbingers
      • Team Roster
    • Railroad
      • Recovery Agents
    • The Brothers Grimm
      • Team Roster
    • The Dirty Dozen
      • Team Roster
    • The Old Guard
      • Team Roster
    • Second Hand Devils
      • The Devils
    • The Devil’s Rejects
      • Team Roster
    • The Devil Rats
      • Devil Rat Runners
    • Colonists
    • Valkyries
    • Emerald City Defenders
    • Regulators
      • Team Roster
    • Cowboys From Hell
      • Team Roster
    • The Bards
      • The Heralds of Destruction
    • The Krieghoff Clan
      • Clansman
    • Savages
      • Team Roster
    • Helix
      • Team Roster
    • The Despicables
    • THE TRIBE
      • The Tribesman
    • The Coven
    • Swamp Rats
      • Team Roster
  • Runners
    • The Saints
    • Urban Legends
    • Founding Fathers
      • The Forefathers
    • Freelance
      • For Hire
    • Euro Runners
      • For Hire
    • Street Doctors
    • The Fallen Shadow Warriors
  • Places of Interest
  • Contact
    • Site Managers
  • DISCLAIMER
  • Seattle’s Finest Hour
    • Walden Malkovich’s Speech
    • Maximilian Yates Speech
    • Colonial’s Address
    • The Tragedy of Seattle

Ronnie Jacobs (Rust)

February 26, 2016 by admin Leave a Comment

Couch_Potato_Al Membership: Freelance

Race: Human

Height: 6’0

Weight: 200
Apparent Age: 65
Archetype: Street Samurai
Preferred Weapon: DAOD Assault Nemesis

Runner Song:

http://www.shadowsofseattle.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/03-Take-No-Prisoners.m4a
Bio: Well its time to speak about a man that the mere mention of his name sends ripples of fear through anyone who has seen him in action, this is the infamous street killer known simply as Rust. This man is more machine than human by this point, but that doesn’t seem to be an issue for Rust as he is fully upgraded with state of the art cyber implants and bio organic implants. He is as well been hunting the shadows of Seattle for decades, staying just under the radar of the local law enforcement. This man has been able to exist do to the sheer fear of his reputation and his willingness to do what ever it takes to get the job done. Rust is a man that has honed and perfected the art of mass killings and uses this fear to subjugate an entire district or corporation into complete silence. It is just easier to pass blame to a gang or a mentally ill subject than go after a warrior like Rust, this man has no soul and no remorse, he never takes prisoners and is only content when he is wading through a river of blood. Rust see’s the world in black and white and do to the tactile computer that replaces a large portion of his brain, this man also see’s the world as threats and non threats. He has only one reaction and that is to fight, so if you see Rust on the streets do yourself a favour and vacate to a safe location otherwise you will truly become famous as yet another victim of Rust.
          Rust is from the generation of the founding fathers and has been in operation since 2032, this man is a Seattle native that was directly affected by the Great Ghost Dance, and the Nights of Blood that followed. He was once a noble officer of the law and served the citizens of Seattle proudly, till the day of the eruptions and magical onslaught that ravaged the nation. Rust would loose everything in a blink of an eye, the region of the city he resided and worked in would be completely consumed by the volcanic fire and he would simply watch as everything and everyone he knew and loved would be turned to ash. He would as well watch as the remainder of the city would be consumed into a bloody war as the native forces would begin to assault the citizens for no apparent reason. Rust would go to to his commanders to seek guidance and seek orders to help protect and defend the citizens, only to receive the direct orders to stand down and let nature take it’s course. This didn’t sit well with Rust as he was emotionally distraught from loosing his loved ones and as well his patriotism and sense of duty would not allow him to just stand down and watch as the innocent perished and he did nothing.
           This was when he made a life altering decision that he would never regret, Rust would go from being a highly decorated police officer to becoming a wanted man in a blink of an eye. When in his emotional state, he would loose control of his mental faculties upon hearing the stand down orders from his commanding officer. Rust would toss his badge onto the captains desk, turn to leave upon hearing a smug remark come from the elders mouth Rust would snap he then spun around drew his side arm with lighting speed and with a single pull of the trigger he would bring forth the age of Rust as landed a bullet directly between the eyes of his former commander. The murder of his captain would force Rust onto the streets and directly into the fight against the natives all the while being hunted by his fellow officers. They say there is nothing scarier then a man with nothing to loose and everything to gain, and with Rust this is fact. He would enter the streets a broken man and become one of the deadliest and fiercest warriors of his age.
            Rust unlike many of the mercenaries and shadow operators of his day, would focus his rage directly onto the native forces and citizens blaming them for the death of his beloved wife and children, the destruction of his home and the slaughter of his neighbours. This anger would be his driving force throughout his long and bloody career. Rust would only become more honed and focused throughout the years and once he would learn of his governments involvement in the attacks he would just add any government military and even law enforcement official to his list of targets. Rust would then travel from coast to coast bringing forth his retribution the only way he knew how and that would be to return the favour, they slaughtered his neighbours, friends and family so he would slaughter those that still blindly supported the government. This is how the legend of Rust would grow and soon the fear of the man would become ingrained into each and every citizen and within the government the fear of Rust was so intense that they gave orders to never engage Rust directly, they actually trained there agents to commit suicide over being captured by this terror.
            Rust for years wandered alone and had no masters or allies, just a lone gunman on a suicidal killing spree, as he believed he had nothing to live for anymore. It wasn’t till Rust met another shadow warrior named Apex that he would rise further through the ranks and become even deadlier as Apex would offer not only assistance to the lone gunman but he would offer financial support to help Rust keep his edge on the streets. Once word spread of the partnership of Rust and Apex, the streets became a buzz with tales and the government would quake in there boots as Rust was bad enough but to add Apex to the equation would force them to openly deny the existence of these men an secretly keep records on there travels and document there actions in hopes to find a weakness in there tactics. This would eventually create a situation where the UCAS would attempt to capture both Rust and Apex when they rolled into Cincinnati, setting them up like Bonnie and Clyde in a roadside ambush. Though what actually occurred was the single most vicious assault in recorded history and would leave the government with both a black eye and egg on there face.
          It seemed that the UCAS intelligence was behind in it’s record keeping, and they didn’t know that both Rust and Apex had teamed up with two additional killers known only as Bard and Chief and this foursome would be far to much for the agents of the NSA, FBI, ATF, CIA and the UCAS Marshall’s office. So under the close scrutiny of the local media, the butchering would commence and the government would loose dozens of valuable agents and the date of April 13th 2050 would go on to live in infamy. As the four would slaughter all he stood in opposition and leave not one agent among the living. The ambush was supposed to bring down the infamous Apex and Rust but it would end up empowering these men and bringing them directly into the history books and the hallowed halls of the law enforcement academies. No longer could the government ignore Rust and no longer could they deny the existence of this killer. The foursome would go onto to be known as the Heralds of Destruction or simply referred to as the Bards, these men would suddenly become household names as the actions on that day would be broadcast live into the homes of millions of UCAS and CAS citizens. Suddenly overnight the government had a serious situation on there hands, dealing with the public outcry an fear of the madness that these four would unleash in a very short period of time. The Bards might not have been in operation for long as a unit and would eventually disband to go there separate ways, but from 2050 to 2055 this grouping of four of the most lethal and deadly warriors would terrorize the landscape and redefine the meaning of wholesale slaughter.
            After the Bards would disband, Rust would go to continue his rampage against the government and the NAN, though do to his increased popularity from his days with the Bards the level of employment would increase, as well would his bank account. Rust would use this to his advantage as the people still feared him, the government still quaked thinking about a man they couldn’t stop and the police would ignore his existence out of sheer self preservation. For Rust, he would use this time to update his equipment and cyber, he would refocus his conquest and use all of this to assault the UCAS directly on there home turf within the Federal District. Bringing a new level of destruction to the FDC that they have never seen before, and sending many to an early grave as he would directly assault many of the government buildings. Though do to Rust’s over achieving actions and the plans of the already established King of Slaughter the Taskmaster. These two would collide and when the smoke cleared the two would remain unharmed and unscathed, in a sea of debris, and slaughtered citizens, the two shook hands and Rust would leave the FDC only to return to Seattle to help in the resistance of the UCAS that was beginning to rise within the Emerald City.
         After all these years and countless mass murders performed at the hands of Rust, the government has still yet to full acknowledge the terror that is Rust, they are trying to keep the reality of this man a myth and not factual. They might have failed to fully cover up there earlier failings, but do to propaganda and being able to rewrite history they have been able to bury and conceal the existence of this street killer. Sadly there attempt will only bring more grieving and more innocent victims as Rust is fully back in operation and he doesn’t seem to be slowing down one bit. He has fully upgraded his equipment, cyberware and bio organic implants, he might appear older now but that will not slow him down a it is only a shell and Rust has proved more then once that metal is better then meat. Also with the return of Apex into Seattle and as well Chief and Bard being back in the city, it seems that the Bards are back in business come 2074. These four men terrorized a nation for five years and slaughtered countless in there wake, it won’t be long before the Bards reunite and fully focus on the UCAS forces here in Seattle, if nothing is done to stop Rust and the rest of the Bards this war could go very badly for our beloved UCAS. The government needs to stop focusing on Bilbo and worry about these real monsters that lurk in the shadows, the Bards are back and killing is there business and these men will be heralded as the saviours of Seattle when in fact they will be the bringers of the end for us all.
Page Written By: Shadow Writer

Filed Under: Bards

Corbin White (Bard)

February 26, 2016 by admin Leave a Comment

don-shelby Membership: Freelance

Race: Human

Height: 5’8

Weight: 165
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: DAOD Assault Pistol

Runner Song:

http://www.shadowsofseattle.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/08-Master-Of-The-Wind.m4a
Bio: The Bard is a man that doesn’t regal you with story, song or poetry the way you would assume, now this man tells a tale in the brutality he brings to the battlefield. This man’s combat prowess is just that a story unto itself, the harmony of his twin pistols or the whistling of his blades as they slice through the air. This man is a master of combat and battle prowess, this is one of the reasons they call him the Bard, the other is his love for the song. He might not go around from town to town singing tales of his or others journeys, but this man does bring with him the power of song as he fights and even if you are lucky enough to be seated around a camp fire or late night within the bar. You can hear the mesmerizing voice of the Bard as he takes to a song that will always regal some story of the nations past. This man might be a brutal warrior and bringer of death, but he himself is kindly man that if not engaged in battle will gladly tell a tale, or bring forth a nightly revelry over a few drinks. So when it comes to this man you must decide if you love or hate him on your own, for the Bard is a man that has long since become a villain and forgone any hopes of ever being considered a hero again, for this is his cross to bear.
         The Bard began his career long ago when the nation was still under the Stars and Stripes, and people would gather on our nations birthday to celebrate liberty and democracy. He always new that a storm was brewing and something deadly lurked in the distance, something so dangerous that it would tear the nation apart in a bloody war. He knew that the world as we knew it one day would be consumed with hatred, corruption and war this man was convinced that only through proper preparation and warnings could he prevent the doom that lurked within the shadows. The Bard would use his hobby as a HAM radio operator to spread the word and let the people know the winds where coming, he would spend each evening after work broadcasting from coast to coast speaking of the fall of democracy and the rise of tyranny. He would regal the nation with his tales, his songs and his warnings each evening much to the disdain of his wife he thought he was to consumed with paranoia and becoming nothing more then a conspiracy theorist. Though for the Bard he was convinced, he claimed that he heard the warnings on the wind and he felt the sorrow of the spirits. He would stay vigilant to his cause and much to his wives chagrin he would begin to prepare for the incoming war that he could feel in his bones.
      Well as the years rolled by and the people began to call the Bard nothing more then a crazy old man, his family just tolerating his ramblings and antics the Bard would stay true to his guns and on the summers eve in August they would be spared the worst when the magic of the natives would ravage the landscape and destroy many of the neighbouring homes. The Bard felt that the spirits had protected him and his family, do to his hearing their warnings, and before the nights of blood would commence the Bard would place his family into the underground shelter he had prepared for this just time. The warnings had become a reality and the Bard was more then prepared for what would come, though sadly for the Bard this would only be a temporary solution seeing that the contractor that built his shelter was a native and would sell him out to the raiding forces. Yes the spirits spared this man, but in all his preparations his only Achilles heel would be his own trusting nature.
        For the first few months of the Nights of Blood, the White family would live in peace under the ground as all hell broke loose above them, the radios turned silent with only a few sporadic broadcasts asking the people to be patient and report to your local Red Cross shelter or FEMA camp for supplies and assistance this the Bard distrusted and would ignore, he knew that even his beloved HAM radio would be his downfall if he activated it. Knowing that it would be a double edged sword, he could reach out to other survivors, though he could also be picked up by the enemy forces and tracked risking his families lives. Little did he know what was looming above and that his fate was about to be sealed, the Bard was about to be thrown head first into a battle he was neither prepared for nor desiring to partake in.
        For the Bard was a man of peace and a man of song, he was not a solider, a killer and warrior yes he was knowledgeable in the use of firearms and melee weaponry. That wasn’t what the Bard was about, he preferred to use his voice, diplomacy, and his radio to fight his battles for him he long believed that the pen was mightier then the sword and that his guitar would sooth even the mightiest of lion. Well for this man all his fears would become realised in a blink of an eye, when a squad of trained native soldiers would crash his party. He would scatter for the guns as the soldiers would enter the bunker the Bard would hear the cries of his family as the echoes of gunfire would ripple through the enclosed space. Fear coursed through his body as he could hear his beloved family crying for help as they where being butchered. Something snapped inside the Bard as his papa bear instincts kicked in and he was consumed with protective rage, emerging from the back room with a fully automatic AK-47 he would begin opening fire onto the native soldiers. History is a little fuzzy on what actually occurred within the Whites bunker that evening, though what we do know is that when the smoke cleared the Bard was the last man standing, though he was severely wounded. His wife and children on the other hand had perished under the gunfire of the natives, his wife was the last to die as she bleed out in his arms and died as he clutched her close.
      Though for this man he was not out of the woods yet and with his refuge compromised, his body riddled with wounds and blood loss being a fate that was looming near for him as well, the Bard needed to get some sort of medical attention and quickly. Yes he was a trained First Responder and served as the Captain of his towns squad, but he knew that his wounds where mostly beyond his skill. He could only stave of the inevitable for so long but exsanguination would eventually be his downfall. Mr. White would quickly gather the medical supplies he had on hand, and after cleaning the wounds with rubbing alcohol he would begin stitching himself up and removing the bullets that he could reach. Though he knew that he needed to get to proper medical attention and quickly so that they could close up the wounds in his back from the bullets that tore directly trough him. Still pumped on the adrenaline from the attack and consumed with grief that he didn’t have time to accept yet. The Bard would gather his supplies, load his pack, grab a few weapons and headed out into the unknown. He knew that the government had set up medical camps, but he still distrusted the government and after seeing the dead natives wearing United States Army uniforms his fears where within reason. His mind clouded from blood loss and pain, he decided that he needed to attempt to seek out his chief and hope that he was still alive and still at home, seeing that he would never make it to the hospital and his chief was a practising doctor.
         The Bard would use all the survival he learned through his readings and the war movies he used to love. Keeping his pack low he manoeuvred through the back yards and allies of his once peaceful suburban neighbourhood in middle America to eventually arrive at his friends home. The home ravaged by war, the windows shattered, the doors smashed in and the scent of decomposition permeating through the yard. He feared the worst and almost just gave in to his injuries, though out of the corner of his eye he caught movement and light coming from the basement window. The Bard would only hope that it was his dear friend and not a savage or scavenger. He ventured towards the storm cellar doors, opening them to expose the darkened stairs leading into the murky old basement with only a small light piercing the shadows far of in the distance. The Bard knew that he would have to announce his presence or risk being shoot by his friend who was an avid hunter, though this would also alert the subject below of his presence and if it was a scavenger or savage he would most certainly be fired upon. So the Bard hugged the wall and called out into the night, He waited to hear a welcoming response, but nothing this began to concern the Bard that he was actually stepping into a trap, he readied his rifle and called out once again for the good doctor. seconds passed that felt like hours until he heard a familiar voice call back Corbin is that you, by now the Bard was becoming weak from his wounds and his head started to become clouded as darkness began to consume his vision. He stumbled as his legs gave way and he tumbled down the stairs to the cold damp basement floor, eventually blacking out awaiting death to take him as his body was becoming cold.
         The Bard would awaken in what felt like a few moments later, though it would be many hours later. He was wrapped in a old bathrobe and wearing sweats, he was laying on a table with an IV in his wrist and multiple empty blood bags spewn about with one still hanging on a rack dispensing blood back into his body. He tried to move, but his friend stopped him telling him that he needed to rest, as he was nearly dead and he had to perform surgery to remove some of the bullets that remained and close up the wounds that tore through him. He was lucky to be alive and that by all accounts he shouldn’t have survived the wounds he did have, for the first time in a long time the Bard was at a loss for words and would just stair up at the old metal lamp that was swaying ever so slightly and listen to the hum of the fan as he drifted off to sleep. This was what life was like for the Bard for a few days as the medication was keeping him slightly sedated, yet he had to try to remain slightly vigilant do to the native forces still being in the town. He knew he was a sitting duck, but there was nothing he could do but get lost in his thoughts and eventually the bottled down grief could no longer be contained and the Bard would be consumed in tears as he remembered that his wife and children had been slaughtered and he was to slow to save them. He would also listen as his friend would tell the Bard of his story and how he was able to escape the attacks, but his family as well would be unable to stave off the invasion. He would tell the Bard about how he felt like a coward and that his wife’s body still remains rotting above them, and that he is to shaken to even go back upstairs. The Bard would try to console his friend, though they both where suffering from the grief, two suburban husbands unprepared for battle, unprepared for the ravages that would befall them. Though for the Bard, fate would shine down on him and his resolve, his preparedness and his desire for revenge would burn deep within his soul and ignite something inside him that would bring this man straight into the history books, though for his poor distraught friend it would become all to much to take and just after the Bard was finishing up healing, still sore and still wounded but out of danger. He rose from the bed to find his dear friend and mentor sitting behind a broken old desk, staring at old picture frame crying. As the Bard began walking towards him to offer sound advice and council the good doctor dropped the picture, said I am sorry and swallowed the barrel of the Bards sidearm and with a quick pull of the trigger his friends life was over, his suffering ended and he would rejoin his fallen wife, though for the Bard he would witness his friend take his own life mere feet from him and there was nothing he could do to stop nor prevent it.
         The Bard ran towards his friend hoping their was something, anything he could do, though there was nothing Dr. Carson was gone and the Bard was officially alone in this world. He would gather his supplies, restock his medical supplies, gather some of Dr. Carson’s ammunition. He then removed the pistol from his hand, cleaning it off he then placed it back in his holster. He grimaced as he slung his pack over his shoulders and then picked up Dr. Carson’s body as he cradled the fallen body of his friend bits of brain mater would leak out of the open wound as he climbed the steps to the first floor placing his body next to his decomposing wife. The Bard chocked back a tear as he was quite fond of Mrs Carson, though he knew what he needed to do next. Corbin would go out to the shed and grab a can of gasoline and return back to the home. He was going to cremate his friends bodies and spare them any further dishonour and desecration. So he dossed the two with the gasoline, he removed matches from his pocket and with a flick of the match he would ignite the fallen and eventually the home as the Bard would exit the house saying a silent prayer for his fallen friend and wife. After that we loose sight of the Bard for many years, he just vanished into the shadows and only rumours are spoken about a man that would emerge from the shadows bringing with him nothing but grief and despair as he would ever so gracefully bring death in his wake. He would then vanish back into the night, we can only assume this man is the Bard do to physical descriptions matching the Bard are within record, though thats all we have to go on. Where he learned his combat prowess is unknown though it is assumed that he was taught at some point by the Gunfighter and Chief seeing that this man would eventually ride side by side with Chief and eventually become one of the four famed Heralds of Destruction also known as the Bards.
         The only problem is that the Bard is very good at remaining inconspicuous and blending into the crowd, he is only known do to the harmony of his pistols and song of his blades. Though this man is a killer he is just seeking vengeance upon those that wronged him so long ago, the Bard lost everything in a single night, and then he would loose the only man he considered a friend to the unconscionable grief that consumed him. The Bard would use this to fuel his quest as he rides against the evil that lurks in the world, guided by the messages within the wind and protected by the spirits that guide his hand the Bard will never rest till the last soul connected to the murder of his family, friends and his countryman has been reaped. The Bard has long since become a villain and has accepted his fate and place in history, he understands that he is hated and pegged as nothing more then a vicious murderer. He believes that in order to defeat evil you must accept evil and only after the destruction of evil can one’s soul be redeemed, he tries to keep himself distant from the actions of the other Bards, though he might not be a mass killer he is still quite skilled and doesn’t leave a single soul alive when he does strike, the last thing he victims ever hear are the songs of old as he brings them to an eternal slumber. The Bard doesn’t bring with him pain and suffering, he brings a quick release and painless death, his victims souls are reaped and there bodies just slip away into the cold dark night, how he does this one can only guess. Though out of the Four Bards he is the only one that kills with peace and brings his victims swiftly to death. He doesn’t desire to watch them suffer a long and painful death, though he enjoys watching the family grieve and mourn for there loved one. He knows there suffering is real and they will never again be able to cope, they will be missing a piece of their heart and soul just like he was forced to suffer with.
         This might make the Bard a evil man, that he brings suffering to the families of the fallen, leaving them with questions and never receiving justice for their kin. But for him it is sweet revenge and justice served as he primarily targets those connected to the Ghost Dance, Nights of Blood and the False Flag, he will go after anyone connected even if they were just born into situation and have nothing to do with the events that transpired so many years prior. The only people that are safe from the Bard are those that have abandoned their loyalties and have sided with the rebels in some fashion, this man has been on the prowl for generations and yet he holds one secret and thats his grandson. His grandson would become the antithesis to everything the Bard was fighting for and fighting against, and as much as he wished he could capture and re-educate his kin about the evils of the government he served, the Bard knew that he couldn’t. He knew that the winds would eventually bring forth revelation though until then all he could do was keep his keep his grandson alive and protected from those that wished him harm. He might not have known of his families dark seated history, but those he served in the false flag surly did.
       The Bard is now back within Seattle and has rejoined once again with the Bards, everything has gone full circle and he is once again fighting the evil that lurks within the shadows. The Bards return hails in a new generation, hails in a untied front and hails in a time of blood, the return of the Bard means that many will fall to his songs and may will suffer under his heartless killing, The Bard is back within the fight, though he never truly left the engagement though this time for those the Bard considers an enemy have grown in number. The Bard will once again regal us with his songs and tales as he takes his victims and their families on there own personal trail of tears.
Page Written By: Shadow Writer

Filed Under: Bards

Lester Crane (Apex)

February 16, 2016 by admin Leave a Comment

lomeA Membership: Freelance

Race: Human

Height: 6’0

Weight: 210
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Cybered Physical Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: DAOD Combat Sword
Runner Song:http://www.shadowsofseattle.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/01-Undisputed.m4a

 Bio: Once in a lifetime there is always one man that is so dangerous, so deadly that words do not express the sheer terror that just being in the presence of this individual can cause. Well this is the tale of that such man, his name is Apex and he is the older brother to the dreaded Stamps, this man has been in action for decades and has left ruin in his wake where ever he treads. Apex is the final piece of the puzzle to complete the roster of the Wolf Pack and with this man back in Seattle I actually fear for the lives of anyone that dares to cross his path. Lester hails from Texas like the rest of the Cranes and has been directly affected by the events that would unfold during the early days of the UCAS. He would become a changed man and I must say not for the better, Apex would be the only other Crane to survive the Ghost Dance and the nights of blood, he would not only survive he would walk away unscathed from the natives magic, even the spirits would avoid the presence of Apex fearing for their unlife. Apex is just that damned good, with the only man to stand on par with him being his brother Stamps and thats arguable since Apex taught his brother everything before heading off for parts unknown. Unlike Defender who ventured away from the violence and joined the clergy, looking to escape the family curse and live a life of peace, Apex and Stamps stayed true to the Crane nature and left a wake of widows in there path.
          Apex is the connection between the DiCane family and the Crane’s seeing that this man as well rode along side the Gunfighter and Chief, sending many to an early grave for nothing more than a few credits. Apex was always driven by his disdain for the Mexicans that where flooding into Texas during the later part of the twentieth century and would partner up with like minded Texans to slow the infestation by taking it upon themselves to protect the boarders and hunt down the illegals that would manage to sneak past them. Apex used this as an excuse to partake in his favourite past time, that being murder and savouring the sounds of the screams of his victims as he would paint the wall with there brains. Apex is just like his father and his fathers father, nothing more than a killer with no remorse. Though Apex used his hatred as an excuse to kill claiming that his beloved Texas was being illegally invaded and he was trying to keep Texas free of the unwanted Mexicans.
          This would leave a lasting impression on the young Arthur who would ride along side Apex and would commit his first murder at a ripe old age of five years old, when he would crush an illegals skull under the hooves of his horse. His next murder would be just as normal for young Arthur as he would place the front wheel of his four wheeler on the subdued illegals neck and with a quick push of the throttle he separated the man’s head from his body. Arthur would receive praise and reward from Apex and the others for his acceptance of murder and thus setting the stages for Stamps life, ad becoming the predator he is today. Well for Apex, he was thrilled to have his baby brother taking up the family trait and joining him on raids, killing natives and Mexicans alike for little to no reason other then they didn’t belong in Texas. So it is not a shock that when the Ghost Dance ravaged the land and the Nights of Blood would begin that the Crane Ranch was the first place targeted by both the natives and Mexicans that where fighting for their ancestral rights as well. Leaving the Crane family shattered and the brothers would end up separated only to reunite many years later in Seattle. During the Ghost Dance Apex would walk away clean and unscathed, he would see this as an opportunity to murder openly and freely killing anyone that got in his way, this would also be the time that he would separate from the DiCane’s and Chief, not for any disagreement no Apex felt that they could kill more redskins and beaners if rode separate. Well for Apex this was more then an opinion and was fact, he was a unstoppable killing machine that was thoroughly enjoying his work and collecting the scalps of his fallen foe. Though it’s hard to tell if he actually cut it off a wounded or fallen native or he just tore it off a still living and fighting target. The reports are murky, but according to the Pueblo Nation, Apex would rip the scalp of the living victims and let them bleed out. They also have reports that indicate Apex is to be avoided and not engaged, as video evidence reveals that he would catch arrows in mid flight, deflect bullets with his sword and even after being struck with a barbed arrow he just ripped it out and calmly walked towards the archer and shoved the arrow through his skull and then quickly yanked it out with the natives brain still attached to the arrow tip. Since that footage still exists, the Pueblo Nation has issued an open edict to there solider that if you see Apex on the battlefield to avoid and full retreat seeing that even the spirits are fearful of that gringo.
             This man has travelled all throughout North America on foot, walking from engagement to engagement fighting on behalf of his beloved Texas and the Confederacy. Though even with the rise of the Texas Elite and his baby brother being directly connected to that order, Apex still felt he could do more for the war if he staid on his own and killed the only way he knew how. Brutal and soulless, he cared little for anyone he engaged in battle and even though he was wounded countless times, Apex would just naturally regenerate and keep fighting, thus propagating his claim that he was the top of the food chain and no one could best him. This still stands true today and even the founders and legends know better then to engage Apex, they just help propagate the legend about this man. Though as the years would go by, Apex would grow tired of fighting against just the natives, and UCAS forces that endangered his beloved Texas. This is when he would begin his pilgrimage north, surviving of his skills and wit, he would venture north deeper into the native lands, questing for further challenges and knew and exiting battlefields to spill blood upon.
         After many years this killer would eventually end up in Seattle, why the Emerald City well that is unclear but I believe it has something to do with his brother Edmund and seeking out his own. Though others say that Apex had gotten wind of a new battlefield with a new breed of warrior and he wished to take on the challenge of being a shadow warrior. Well for Apex this was a new and exciting prospect, with an increased challenge and a new level of danger, though for him the opposition would be sub par as he was used to fighting seasoned soldiers and not poorly trained security officers. To him the guards where like killing civilians and that he could do with his eyes closed and one arm tied behind his back, and according to legend this actually accord when he was drunk and dared to attack a group of civilians protesting for peace in the Native Lands. The Professor told Apex he would pay him fifty credits for each civilian he killed in five minutes, well the Professor ended up buying Apex a nice steak dinner and would leave many families in mourning.
          Though nothing prepared the world for when Apex would here about the Wolf Pack and his brother being the commander of this unit of elite runners. Even though Apex has gone his entire life feeling superior to anyone else and would always choose to stand on his own two feet, this was a chance to work along side his brother once again and seeing that Defender was to goody two shoes for him Stamps was his protege. Apex felt that it was his time to work alongside some of the cities best hunters and killers, hoping that this would again increase the challenge, So Apex would seek out the Wolf Pack and eventually be accepted on the spot do to Stamps vouching for Apex. The Pack was already a feared unit, but once Apex joined the ranks, he brought them to a knew level, there where some issues in the membership, Gunslinger and Ducky where not to keen on his level of brutality though eventually they grow to accept Apex’s level of intensity.
          Well if you want a transcript of Apex’s work record, there is an entire wing at the Seattle Crime Museum dedicated to Apex and a wall that holds all the names of his victims throughout the ages, so I will not go into his operations since that can be easily looked up on your own. This article is more of a warning that Apex has returned to Seattle and has returned to the Wolf Pack to finalize there roster. This man left Seattle in the 2050’s when the Pack headed Fables warning and when to parts unknown, though according to my research he migrated over to Africa to throw his hat in a new war, since he grew bored with the shadows and refused to just retire. Though this is just a rumour and my sources are not all that reliable on Apex being over in Africa, where he was is a mystery but his return to Seattle is more then a conformation. He returned shortly after Hook did and since he has been back he picked right up where he left off almost twenty years ago. Apex has decided that he needs to return to his roots and start sending natives to the grave and fighting against his hated UCAS, so it seems that his current agenda blends perfectly with the rest of the Wolf Pack. I can only hope that he will grow board once again and wander off to find a new and exciting battlefield to be the scourge off.
Page Written By: Shadow Writer

Filed Under: Bards, The Pack

Chester Hollingsworth (Chief)

January 30, 2016 by admin Leave a Comment

TV_Wayne_cropped Membership: Sons of the True Confederacy

Race: Human

Height: 5’8

Weight: 155
Apparent Age: 55
Archetype: Mercenary
Preferred Weapon: DAOD Nemesis
Runner Song:http://www.shadowsofseattle.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/HELLYEAH_Stampede_01_Cowboy-Way.mp3

 Bio: Chief got his start back in the early part of this century long before the Ghost Dance, and the Treaty of Denver this mercenary has a serious chip on his shoulder and has been fighting against the illegal migration of Mexicans into Texas long before the rise of Aztlan. This man considers himself a patriot and true Texan and has been trying to keep the undesirables out of his beloved state for as long as anyone can recall. Chief has been arrested numerous times for murder and has walked out of court a freeman each and every time do to a mistrial or being found not guilty. Though everyone knows that Chief is as guilty as they come and he just proves once again that money can purchase a verdict. So when the days of chaos would hit and the Natives and Aztlan forces would assault Texas, you can bet your lucky stars Chief would be involved in the senseless slaughter of the dark skinned invaders. This is how the Chief would come to become one of the most feared outlaws of the Texas wilds and as well become friends with a man known simply as the Gunfighter, Chief would partner up with a like minded outlaw and begin to commit wholesale slaughter of anyone that didn’t appear to be American or should I really say Texan. This was not a good time in history to be confronted by either of these men or their posse and not have a true and tried Texas accent, cause if your skin colour was the wrong shade well an early grave it was.
        This is how the wilds of Texas where during the early part of this century, and sadly that is how they still are today. Texas has once again become the Old Wild West and the outlaws, gunfighters, and bounty hunters out number the law men. The wilds are no place for a regular citizen to travel and being a rancher can be just as dangerous as it is a kill or be killed world out there. So when it comes to someone like the Chief, you would think that time would get the better of him and he would eventually find himself buried on Boot Hill, or swinging from the gallows. Nope this man is as slick as they come and is a crack shot, and the fastest man alive on the draw. Even the mighty Gunslinger can’t outdraw Chief, this man is not only quick he is deadly accurate and can bullseye a fly at 100 yards with a pistol. So this is the primary reason that Chief has not fallen in battle and succumbed to a greater advisory, their is just isn’t anyone that can outdraw Chief and he is never unarmed.
       So back to the tales of Chief and the Gunfighter, well these men were as thick as thieves and if you saw one the other was not far behind. These men were able to predict what the other was going to do, long before they acted, thus allowing this duo to rule the west for many a year. Chief and the Gunfighter buried more then there share of undesirables and it seemed that thy would continue to terrorize the plains for the rest of their days. Unstoppable, uncaring and no fear or remorse for anything that they did Chief knew that they could get away with murder and their was no one brave enough to stand up to either of them in court. These men had become modern day outlaws and where the focus of many a movie, television show and would become bigger then themselves. Well that was till the Gunfighter would be slain in a native raid of their camp, with the only survivor being Chief who managed to escape with only minor wounds. All the information of the Gunfighters Death, we have has come directly from his friends mouth, who is notoriously known for being a world class liar and with no body recovered one would beg to differ that the Gunfighter actually fell on that day. We know today that those hunches where correct and the Gunfighter actually faked his own death, most likely with the Chiefs assistance, why this happened is a mystery but it did allow Chief to continue to ride the plains and begin to train many a apprentice to ride along with a legend such as Chief. Were are talking about people like Gunslinger, Colt, even Ducky was taught the skills that Chief was willing to reveal, this also allowed Chief to enter the fight directly against the Natives and Aztlan citizens as well as give credence to his rant about how the dark skinned ones where trying to destroy America.
         Chief has never once backed down from a fight, and he has been wounded countless times though it seems this man will just not die. He has been fighting the good fight for so long that I don’t think their is a shed of humanity left in his body and he is to far gone mentally to even try to debate with. He will probably shoot first then ask questions, this man shows just what we are doing to each other with all this needless killing. We are glorifying the violence of the these men and in doing so, we are accepting their villainy are normal and acceptable behaviour. Telling these men that they need not accept responsibility for there actions and to keep killing and destroying countless lives with each and every murder. Chief is one of these men that just does’t care and has been in action for so long, fought in to many wars, seen so much violence that it is as normal as putting on underwear in the morning. Chief has managed to stay out of jail, by staying on the run throughout the wilds of Texas and many other areas in North America. This man has as well become quite adapt at boarder crashing and raiding and slaughtering boarder patrols and camps. Chief is a man that many natives are taught to avoid and be on the lookout for, since he is at home in the wastes and wilds, this man is just as adapt as any native soldier and can be anywhere since he has no real pattern. Though this could all change now that the Gunfighter is back and the infamous duo can once again rule the plains, sending many to an early grave.
         All the slaughter Chief has done, their really is not a valid reason behind it besides hatred, since he had no family and no home to loose during those early days. For him I guess his hatred burned bright and he was willing to take things into his own hands and bury people just for being different, though now all his anger and hatred have been validated by the actions of the government, Aztlan and the natives so I guess he just got lucky. Well in all the years Chief has been in action he has never travelled to Seattle and for this I can say we are lucky, though I feel that are our luck has run out. Since the return of the Gunfighter and the reuniting of the deadly duo, it seems that the Gunfighter is heading north towards Seattle for what reason, well I have no idea. Though this means that Chief is not far behind and this is one outlaw that Seattle is not prepared for, the UCAS has spent decades trying to stop this killer and failing each and every time. Now he is heading straight for them and as well for our Native friends and allies here in Seattle, if Chief has his way he will turn Seattle into the Old West and bullets will do his negotiating.
Page Written By: Shadow Writer

Filed Under: Bards, Sons of the True Confederacy, Texas Elite

City News

News Archives: 9/1/73 - 12/9/73 | 12/10/73 - 12/27/73 | 12/28/73 - 1/07/74 | 1/08/74 - 1/25/74  | 1/25/74 - 2/6/74 | 02/06/74 - 02/01/75  |  05/01/75 - 25/01/75 26/01/2075 - 29/01/2075                                                                                                                                                                                WAR HAS BEEN DECLARED ON THE CONFEDERATE AMERICAN STATES  For whom the bell tolls, well it tolls for all the lives lost during the four days of fighting that started just outside Hopkinsville Kentucky as the first shots of the Third Civil … Read More

Rat Bastards (Seattle PD)

                                                                                          206-555-7788 or 911 for emergencies                                                     Commissioner Wesley Reid                                      Seattle Police Department is currently accepting applications for new officers. Apply in person at One Police Plaza between the hours of 8 AM till 5 PM Monday through Friday. All applicants will have to submit to a physical, mystical and cybernetic scan at time of application. Applications can take up to 3 weeks to be processed, if deemed qualified the … Read More

RIP / ROT IN HELL

This is dedicated to all the warriors of the shadows who have fallen in the line of duty. RIP    Crazy Glue: Killed in the Jackals Lantern by an unknown assailant, Her Murder is still under investigation by SPD  Wallace: HRM member killed in the Scottish invasion of England. Rot in Hell Wallace  Tommy: Member of the Regulators recently killed by SPD    Grimm: Member and Leader of the now defunct Ministry, killed by SPD C-SWAT. During the Deaths Hand Invasion  Mr. Walter O'Neil (Sarge): Member of a group only referenced to as the Post Office, He was killed in … Read More

Copyright © 2020 Shadows of Seattle - DISCLAIMER