David Williams, from The Multiverse, a roleplay on RPG

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#2011-12-11 17:19:55, as written by Gasmask

David Williams shook his head. "I've been helping out my mentor and I've been an amnesiac for a bit, you might have heard about it, man found in crash with chemical burn David's star on his left palm, that was me." It wasn't the Jewish one either, but it's original meaning... The seal of Solomon. Fun. "Oh I woudn't dream of it, I already do on a monthly basis, they're uh... fun fellows if you don't mess with them." The necromancer pointed out, leaning on the counter and grinning at Ian.

"I can feel the hostility in this room, and I woudn't treat that wand like a gun, mate, because I can sling magic with my bare hands, can you? I doubt it." The necromancer turned around on his seat, holding his hands in clear sight. "Anyway, I thought I'd say hi, and is she a friend of yours?" The necromancer pointed at Arella, his smile showing off a missing canine.

"I don't think Gregori would be too impressed if you killed me though, warlock."

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#2011-12-22 18:33:35, as written by Gasmask

David Williams smashed the cigarette into the counter and mock saluted the both of them. "God save the queen." he said mockingly, hunching over the counter and returning to tinkering with the soul-orb. "Gonna drop-kick you to living town, soul." The necromancer muttered, pulling another cigarette from the packet.

"Nice meeting you two too, seeya." David said in a dismissing manner, grinning to himself.

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#2011-12-23 17:00:03, as written by Gasmask

David Williams almost splashed the water on his face, though quickly recovering, disguising it as a thirsty gulp. "That's a surprise, I have people telling me that I'm one of the only necromancers willing to walk out in the daylight and help police, a horrible person and handsome, swear to god, I've been in the temple too long." David replied, taking another sip and returning to leaning on the counter.

"I'll be sure to take you up on that later, but right now, know anything about those latest murders with the runes and crap?"

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#2012-01-30 20:43:58, as written by Gasmask

"Fine. You're asking for this." David pulled up his sleeves and tried to put both of his hands on Ian's chest. He was going to try his version of a tracing rune, only it was applying a necromancer trick, making him a target for ghosts, ghouls and other undead to spy on, follow and stalk. He wasn't sure if it'd work or not, he'd only find out when something undead came back to tell him.

"You ARE the bad guy."

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#2012-03-28 03:26:53, as written by Gasmask

Kachink. The lighter snapped together, then opened and the same action was repeated by a man wearing a black biker jacket, a smug smile and a cigarette in his mouth. Everything about him screamed self-important bad-boy. The necromancer tattoo on his shoulder glowed pale green, the star of David shone behind the lighter in his left hand. David was sitting open-legged on the counter, a bear next to his lap and was reading the newspaper.

"Heh."

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#2012-03-28 03:36:34, as written by Gasmask

"What'cha looking at, fletcher?" David said, eying Taylor back. The necromancer took another inhalation of the cancer stick and flicked it into an ash-tray.

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#2012-03-28 03:47:45, as written by Gasmask

"Don't look at me, you'll live longer." David grinned, shrugging off Gabriel's comment. "Not a threat, just saying that people that look at me tend to turn out bad. Y'know, the works." The necromancer stretched and took a sip of the alcoholic drink next to him. "What's a man like you doing in a place like this?"

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#2012-03-28 04:03:44, as written by Gasmask

"Hah. I don't control the reaper, I control his thralls, you're speaking to one of the necromancer gangs speakers. I ain't threatening you, I'm just saying." David replied, sitting back and folding his arms.

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#2012-03-28 04:14:42, as written by Gasmask

"Hah. I don't control the reaper, I control his thralls, you're speaking to one of the necromancer gangs speakers. I ain't threatening you, I'm just saying." David replied, sitting back and folding his arms.

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#2012-03-28 04:35:20, as written by Gasmask

The necromancer turned around, vaulting off his chair and clicking his fingers, summoning a black orb in his hand. "Bring it on." David grinned, a psychopathic grin, like he'd enjoy this, smashing the bottle of beer he'd been drinking on the counter and juggling the neck between his hands.

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#2012-03-28 04:55:10, as written by Gasmask

David hissed, leaning to the side and throwing his own broken bottle recklessly back, swinging his leg back to hook onto a bar-stool and flinging it at the charging Gabriel. "We bringing magic into this? You should never fuck with one of us." David snarled, his eyes staring violently at Taylor. If the stool missed, he'd try and counter the fist with a guard-block and going for a left kick to the side of Taylor, producing an errant blast of magic that'd connect with a table and sent it whizzing past Saljoru.

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#2012-03-31 18:03:03, as written by Gasmask

The smoke trail behind the one cigarette followed David as he inhaled, exhaling as he opened the door of Gambits, throwing the butt away and pulling out another cigarette and lighting it with a silver ZIPPO lighter. David saw the figure with the white hair and then someone he had beef with, he slid between Ian and the figure wearing the apron.

Then he threw a punch aimed at Ian's nose.

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#2012-03-31 18:09:34, as written by Gasmask

Time to rock. The necromancer stumbled back, feeling the new bruise on his stomach. David twisted to the side, sliding a foot under a chair and using his lower body strength to fling it at Ian. Then he took it upon himself to whip out his hand, sending out a lashing tendril of black energy, David breathed heavily, looking darkly at Ian, lips turning into a malevolent sneer. There was something different with it...

"We bringing spells into this like always, Ian? I expected better from a manipilative asshole like you. We've got beef." David said, his eyes quickly following the crash. "Stay out of this, Roni."

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#2012-03-31 18:30:58, as written by Gasmask

David held up his arms, chairs clattering against his arms painfully, man that really stung. Now there was too much, Roni had found the books? His star was tingling for the first time in years. Someone who knew about the story behind it? David looked up just in time to see the table, he whipped out his left hand and an explosion of necromantic magic burst forth, shattering the table in two and sending them flying upwards. David had to take a long breath again, had he just flown Roni over. "You still cast away people like toys? And ohh no... Not her, you fucked with the necromancers for the last time, punk." David spat out his cigarette and felt his star, his flesh still tingling around it.

David stood still for the briefest second, his hands shaking, then an explosion of dark magic was flung at Ian.

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#2012-03-31 18:48:33, as written by Gasmask

God damn it. He didn't like the way the new appearance of the freak in the suit said those words, at all. "I'm not done with you, Ian! Stay down." David turned around, nearly tripping over in his swiftness, raising his arm with a quick gesture and causing the air to condense in-front of him, a pair of white eyes and silver transparent hair, David had just summoned a banshee.

David spat up some blood, stopping in his run and paused just behind a table near Paralysis. The banshee started screaming loudly, then shot forward like a bullet for the freak in the suit, slashing her claws at him. Nobody said David was smart. "Over here, Roni!"

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#2012-03-31 19:42:57, as written by Gasmask

"Yeah, fuckfa-" David was interrupted and pulled along with Veronica, not fighting it at all, he turned around and ran with Veronica without much protest. Not that he wanted to fight some freak in a suit and a pretentious angel loverboy. When they were out the front door, David said two things.

"Whose loverboy and fuckface? You're bleeding too."

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#2012-03-31 20:02:36, as written by Gasmask

"Which hand?" David joked, showing her a skeletal one before tucking it under his sleeve and it became a lot more fleshy, offering her his shoulder and moving to put his arm around her shoulders. "Hospital? Or got a place in mind?" David asked, looking back at the bar and then at Veronica. "Sorry about trying to beat up Ian, I've been trying to find him for days, and what about those books? You got em'?"

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#2012-03-31 20:09:17, as written by Gasmask

"I can go kill Ian and get the books." David offered, well, not an offer, even his voice said he was going to kill Ian anyway. Maybe kill was a strong word, more like beat to a bloody pulp. "That freak in a suit, I'm guessing that's Paralysis? Odd name for a guy who can't stop talking for a moment." David started leading Veronica in the direction of Wing City Hospital.

"Where does Ian live?"

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#2012-04-12 20:28:18, as written by Gasmask

"It's no problem, the library is huge. Never thought I'd get dragged so much into someones problems, y'know? Necromancer life is pretty..." David was sitting on an armchair next to Roni

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#2012-04-12 20:31:32, as written by Gasmask

"It's no problem, the library is huge. Never thought I'd get dragged so much into someones problems, y'know? Necromancer life is pretty..." David was sitting on an armchair next to Roni's bed, looking out the window at the crowded streets, the defenseless buildings and some of the people he could mark out as part of collection of magic users. "Lonely I guess, it's shown me how things end-" David cut himself off and looked to Veronica.

"Forget it, I'm ranting. You feeling better?"

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#2012-06-28 14:15:47, as written by Gasmask

"Well it's a feat to be sure, and I'm not that sneaky, it was just 44 minutes of shouting at the old bastard sitting atop the largest amount of corpses." David leaned back against the chair and scratched his hair. This gang war sounded easy, it was an excuse to beat up a few cops and square up against Ian. Oh boy, fate had a twisted sense of humor.

"Though, this is the first time since those cops started subjugating us that the necromancers have actually even tried to get back to being bros." David shrugged and looked at Roni'.

"We really need that stuff of yours, and with that Paralysis dude on our case, I've really got to wonder what the fuck Ian is thinking, who the hell is he working for? He's gotta be getting paid off, right?"

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#2012-06-28 14:38:23, as written by Gasmask

"A lot of people can't kill you, I knew a dude who couldn't be killed, they chopped him into tiny bits, put them in wait, not four but twenty six different locations all over the world. I've got one of his fingers." David said rather nonchalantly, grinning at Roni'. He'd let her decide if he was kidding. "Well that depends if they mess with my calm, if they do then it's time for cowboy gun-slinging heroic shenanigans, and I bet you one of my ancestors was a cowboy."

David looked down at the paperwork and made a mental note to pretend he understood what most of it said and to remove the ones detailing the fights he'd started with cops. "Paralysis is full of shit anyway, while he's ranting on about how massive his dick is, I'd have been to Arizona and back again just in time to give him a right hook to his demented face." David said, turning back towards her and leaning on his hand, elbow on the couch.

"Oh, well, I can always come back as a ghost and haunt your kitchen."

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#2012-06-28 14:53:22, as written by Gasmask

"Don't see why not, I wouldn't mind getting to know you better, even if you are like, 900 years older than me." David replied, his hand moving off his cheek and onto his lap. "Figured you might not be interested, had you keyed for the "I'm sorry but I like men with girly voices and white knight complexes." No offense." David grinned, fiddling around in his pockets and withdrawing a cigarette from his wallet.

"Yeah, for sure, why not." David said.

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#2012-06-28 15:11:25, as written by Gasmask

"Hey! Hey man. That's not funny." David said, reaching out for the smoke. "Hey, you're an immortal, most immortals I used to know dug people like that and shit." David said, eying her suspiciously, she was probably going to do something funny with that smoke.

David burst forward and tried to grab the cigarette.