Goal in mind
Girl in his locket
Money in his hand
White knight in his pocket
"Grab a seat,
We'll be there soon."
Takes one last glance
At the beautiful moon
Door bursts open
Some bodies file in
One sits across
The largest of the men
The doctor on the side
Board in the middle
The doctor takes your life
The board gives you little
But resolution is made
There's no turning back
His pieces are all white
Flecks of blood on the black
Whiskey soaked rag
Gets rubbed on his arm
This doctor will kill you
Not keep you from harm
The host walks in
The timer starts
The game begins
The scariest part
I have a warrior's spirit
A yearning to fight
A need to protect
What I think is right
So when my days are through
Don't tell me to rest in peace
I will fight to eternity for you
That peaceful shit ain't for me.
Of course, much credit to SoloZerker for the Char Sheet.
Name: Ivid Kashi
(eh-VEED)
Nickname: Frosty
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Symbol: An Iceberg with vertical and horizontal lines. The lines represent longitude and latitude
Affiliation(s): Atlas
The Character’s Appearance
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150 lbs
Eye Colour: Light blue
Hair: Short and white, spiked.
Complexion: light
About The Character
Status: Active
Occupation: Huntsman
Handedness: Right
Clothing: He wears a modified Atlas school uniform, but with white armor on shoulders and chest (Like jaune) Armor has grey outlines (Not like jaune) and a black belt is
The Ballad of The Modern Soldier by malde37, literature
Literature
The Ballad of The Modern Soldier
I left home at eighteen
I left for a life that wasn't so clean
I learned how to kill another human being
So that my children could have dreams
I wrote my will at nineteen
Do you know what that means
I had learned to put others before me
Before I learned to do taxes
I learned to give up everything
So my friends could come back then
I had friends in college
And they go home now and then
I had friends downrange
that I will never see again
I don't get paid alot
And I don't know the next time I'll be back
But so long as there's a fight to be fought
I have a hundred and sixty thousand brothers at my back
So don't worry about me
just enjoy your
Goal in mind
Girl in his locket
Money in his hand
White knight in his pocket
"Grab a seat,
We'll be there soon."
Takes one last glance
At the beautiful moon
Door bursts open
Some bodies file in
One sits across
The largest of the men
The doctor on the side
Board in the middle
The doctor takes your life
The board gives you little
But resolution is made
There's no turning back
His pieces are all white
Flecks of blood on the black
Whiskey soaked rag
Gets rubbed on his arm
This doctor will kill you
Not keep you from harm
The host walks in
The timer starts
The game begins
The scariest part
I have a warrior's spirit
A yearning to fight
A need to protect
What I think is right
So when my days are through
Don't tell me to rest in peace
I will fight to eternity for you
That peaceful shit ain't for me.
Bottles in his bag
Blood on the floor
Discard another rag
Fumble at the door
Weak fingers
And tiny keys
Pained arms
And weak knees
He breathes deeply
And gets it open
He pauses briefly
Then calmly goes in
"Darling you here?
I brought you some things."
Maybe she didn't hear
Maybe she's playing with dolls or dresses or shiny rings
His mind begins to race
Hobbling down the hall
Knees fail without an air of grace
She's still sleeping through it all?
The door opens up
And there she lies
She must have covered up
Before she died
Staring into his soul
With such empty eyes
Breaking his heart
Ignoring his cries
Ignoring his crimes
Ignoring his lif