Hey all,
Just applied and would make a great deviate. Why? I have spent years role playing predators in web based/IM role plays. I might be new to SL (helllooo resident newb!), but I’ve spent a few weeks Role playing in Dark Alley, and some of the subs seem to think I’m one of the worst villains they’ve come across. I’ve had such a great time there, meeting some great Role players, I finally ventured out to try another SIM (was referred here by a Rp’er :).

I like to keep my character's basic, so just going along with the simple background of a returned solider, peeved at society. I’ll probably Role play a loner…however I would love to meet other deviates to make plots more interesting.

My biggest liability is the lousy time zone I live in, so I probably rarely see many of you, sadly.

[opening post]
The jarring train journey was surreal, he never felt safe…yet everyone around felt so. Those around him on the long journey never witnessed the horror, felt the fear, experienced the suffering. He has spent so long out there, that now those emotions have become the norm, embedded in him, make him who he is now. Everyone around him has become abnormal…how could they ever know.

The city train station is in decay, a former shell of its glory days of a once proud and mighty city. Stepping off, he looks around at its structure, and the people within it. Is this what he fought for, risked his life for…experiencing anguish day after day for years. No one seems to care, no one is here to greet him.

His boots creak their way on the hard streets of this old town. His uniform identifies what he is and he has nowhere to go. He’s forgotten…just like that, he’s no longer a part of this society which he fought for. No one pays him attention on the harsh streets, no one even looks him in the eye.

The abandoned industrial parks, and vacant unkempt land have become his new home. He feels comfort here, a longing to return what’s still fresh in his mind. He seeks others like him, the rejects, the sociopaths, the violent antisocial thugs, the mean and the cruel. He’ll take his pound of flesh from this place, he’ll exact revenge on those who least deserve it.

Sometimes, on a pale moonlight night, is a distant figure who is quietly watching with pent up fury. The forgotten solider.