CHEN, hong si-lang

[chen hong si-lang]

* Hong Si-Lang Chen ,
"It's funny how you lie and try to wreck me.
It's funny how you're falling on your face.
I'm never going to let you disrespect me,
You're my derailment."

twenty-four - g-dragon - hell hounds

"So what is there to tell hm? Not like anyone here really gives two shits about me, but may as well get this over with. The name's Hong, although Red, Lang, and Wolfie are fine as well. I don't really care, as long as when you call, you better have a damn good reason for getting my attention or you ain't ever speaking again. We clear? Good. Obviously, I'm from Asia. Which part? Well if you can't tell by my name then there's no point in enlightening you. My folks came here about three years before the so-called apocalypse began - yeah, real smart move the 'rents made there - and I was born, what, three? four days after everyone started going wacko? Whoo-whee, fun times I tell ya. Nothing like coming into a world that's already ending before your life's even began. But yeah, mom apparently died giving birth to me, and the old man went insane from grief (or whatever the hell it is he lost his head over), which pretty much left me in the care of some batty lady across the street. My family pretty much consisted of the one woman - who had to be in her late-70s or something - and 3 fat cats that never learned humans aren't made to be their scratching posts.

Not so bad a beginning you say? Alright, I'll give you that; I didn't start out too off the rails, but in a place like this, there's no way that could stay the same for long. Maybe I oughta mention that I have anger issues? Yup, began developing that problem once I hit my teens, and let me tell you, no AMT class would have been able to fix me. I mean it wasn't a little bit of throwing-out-my-frustrations-in-your-face and flipping-out-over-small-shit. It was more like I blacked out for a period and when I wake up again, I got blood on my hands and a dead body or two to bury. Ah well, not like anyone's gonna convict me of anything. Do I feel any regret over killing the old lady? Hell to the no! I was nothing to her, she was nothing to me, and the first time I snapped it saved us both a lot of effort in ending the interaction. Do I feel remorse for all the other dipshits I've murdered? Not one bit. This world's overrun with idiots, and someone's gotta clean it up. I figure since I got an excuse, hell, why not use it to the fullest!

I don't take shit from anyone, not unless you got some sort of a tie to me that I actually care to keep. But since that's not likely ever to happen, don't bank on it. Mess with me or my gang? I'll fuck you up good. Need I say more?"

THE PUPPETEER !

your name :
Lu
years of role-playing :
4-5 (don't remember)
other characters? :
None yet
your age :
Sixteen
where did you find us? :
Knives and Pens Ad

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