Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20151115010116/@comment-26383377-20160706053649

(It happens alot, and it's annoying as hell.)

Hank was completely indistinguishable from his past self. His face was dirty and his hair was all messed up. His eyes had bags beneath them, but they looked alert and extremely hyperactive, his right wrist also had a bunch of small needle-sized scars, to imitate constant chem use. He wore tattered pants with a pair of aged boots. He also covered his chest and arms with some bandage wraps in place of a shirt, with gaps between the wraps. Above his clothing, he wore a series of pipes and metal plates who look haphazardly hammmered together last minnute. with two propane tanks welded onto his back for protection. he wore a set of metal plates that completely coveredd his right arm, and a spiky shoulder plate wiith screws and spikes welded onto hit on his left shoulder.. And his shins were covered in some light metal plates too.

He had a modified combat shotgun with a drum magazine, sawed off stock, and short barrel. with a makeshift bayonet sticking out of the tip of the barrel, he pointed the shotgun at Ironhorn. "Get your ass down and give me everything you,ve got. Before i skin you alive and feed you to the dogs." He had an extremely gruff voice, resembling that of a smoker.

he smirked and cut out the act. he stoppped pointing his shotgun at Ironhorn, holding it comfortable form it's grip. "Convincing, isn't it?"