AZN_Shooter

I am AZN (short for Achilles Zain Nicoffski) and I like firearms and other weapons, and a sucker for alcohol. I’m a great guy so long as you: don’t spam; don’t piss me off; be a d-bag; or act like a colossal nimrod. Although, I’m a little, tiny bit, insane…ok, I’m completely insane. So…I can be your friend or not. w/e. Cool, bro. Btw, I quote things for no reason. I am also the Horseman Of Pestilence.

A little about “myself”, I guess:
I live in an extravagant safe house, er, I mean, Manor with several of my adopted family members. I live with my wife Meks, my adopted siblings Spring and Brandon. And then there’s Spring’s adopted daughter, Kait and Brandon’s cousin, Dae. I spend my time taking care of my family as well as my job stealing, er, item recovery; murdering, er, garbage disposal; weapons dealing, er, delivery; and illegal experiments, er, experiments.

“Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is? Insanity is doing the exact… same f***ing thing… over and over again expecting… s*** to change… That. Is. Crazy. The first time somebody told me that, I dunno, I thought they were bulls****ing me, so, I shot him. The thing is… He was right. And then I started seeing, everywhere I looked, everywhere I looked all these f***ing pricks, everywhere I looked, doing the exact same f***ing thing… over and over and over and over again thinking ‘this time is gonna be different’ no, no, no please… This time is gonna be different, I’m sorry, I don’t like… The way…… you are looking at me… Okay, Do you have a f***ing problem in your head, do you think I am bulls****ing you, do you think I am lying? F*** you! Okay? F*** you!… It’s okay, man. I’m gonna chill, hermano. I’m gonna chill… The thing is… Alright, the thing is I killed you once already… and it’s not like I am f***ing crazy. It’s okay… It’s like water under the bridge. Did I ever tell you the definition… of insanity?” – Vaas Montenegro

“Look at them. Disgusting. These creatures. Instruments without purpose… Even I am an instrument. Dearest, oldest friend. How does it feel to be my instrument once again? You’ve missed it. Haven’t you? With me, you have purpose. The caressing of soft flesh against your cold, hard edge and the shedding of blood. This is all you will be used for. In turn, you give me purpose. You allow me to fulfill my duty. To kill. To defeat. To destroy. To confront my enemy with such a force. It leaves them in ruin. This. Is my purpose. Our purpose… False memories. Living in a fairy tale… ‘Welcome to my parlor’ said the spider to the fly.” -Black Ace

RP Characters:
Name: Shard
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6’5’’
Weight: 210 lbs
Weapons: Bardiche, Falcata, throwing knives, cestus, and hidden spikes.
Other Descriptions: Wears leather trousers and black leather boots. An armored leather tunic underneath black, burlap cloak and hood. A light metal mantle attached to spiked paldrons. He has short cropped, black hair and has a black tattoo band across his eyes (like a raccoon). Hidden in his cloak, there is a black face mask with only eye holes, there are no markings on it except a red hand print over the left eye.

End Credit Song of Sanity Not Included Season 2:
“It’s time to drop the hammer, because we’re your cool new friends.
We know you’ve been petting the recycling bin.
We’re gunna go adventure.
You can make an objection as long as you drink milk will help you reach perfection.
The power of religion is not what you need.
You just gotta be motherf***n MLG.
Whether you’re a skeleton or a guy in a suit.
I can guarantee we got something for you!
Yeah!
Oh!
Now you’re hyperventilating before this song is through.
Plus while we were singing, there is nothing we can do.
But this isn’t the doctor, so turn your head and cough.
And blast some opera while you suck each other off.
shrill yell
You sound like did you even know?
This one way to stop it. So come with me. It’s time to lose your motherf***ing sanity!”

Ultrasound by Johnny Massacre
“(So the teacher wants to teach you the f@#king alphabet, well I got a little alphabet of my own motherf@#ker, and it goes a little something like this)
B is for brain
‘Cause I got brain damage.
I’m deranged, insane.
Got cerebrum like a cabbage.
H is for honesty.
I’m not going to hide it.
The doc gave me some Prozac.
‘Cause my life’s undecided.
R is for relationships
And mine are non-existent.
‘Cause my friends and my women
I like to keep them distant.
S is for solitude.
I live in isolation
Building beats, cooking treats
Making waves like radiation.
My sound travels through walls
Beats drop like waterfalls
Stand tall, never fall
Razorblades and shopping malls
Suicide, DJs die
Cut like vinyl, Super Fly
Time to die, close my eyes
All I want is for my sound
To multiply
(They’re only gonna multiply)
To multiply
My sound
To multiply
(They’re only gonna multiply)
(I hope you learned your times tables, beeyatch!)
D is for death
Because death is certain
Even free houses sometimes
Have to close the curtain
G is for glory
‘Cause my fate will be gory
If I do a Kurt Cobain
To leave behind my story
N is for Notorious
From England to Mauritius
Biggie Smalls, number one
It’s a shame he’s now fictitious
Z [zed] is for zoo
It’s where I belong
’Cause my life is like a prison
With the music industry lookin’ on
My sound travels through walls
Beats drop like waterfalls
Stand tall, never fall
Razorblades and shopping malls
Suicide, DJs die
Cut like vinyl, Super Fly
Time to die, close my eyes
All I want is for my sound
To multiply
(They’re only gonna multiply)
To multiply
My sound
To multiply
(They’re only gonna multiply)
(They’re getting bigger!)
(They’re getting bigger!)
(They’re getting bigger!)
(They’re… they’re getting big!)
(They’re growing!)
My sound travels through walls
Beats drop like waterfalls
Stand tall, never fall
Razorblades and shopping malls
Suicide, DJs die
Cut like vinyl, Super Fly
Time to die, close my eyes
All I want is for my sound
To multiply
(They’re only gonna multiply)
(I know my ABC’s b*tch!)

“I’m not clear how it is that I ended up here. Deja Vu. I’m not so far, but not so near. I am my own worst enemy.” From the song Fadeaway by Celldweller

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