Sagittarius Liam Camden

[Sagittarius Camden]

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Sagittarius Liam Camden

4 (Dog), 29 (Human) • Male • Animal • Straight • Custom

Diamond in the Rough

And I just can't get enough

In Sagi's eyes, looks aren't everything, but they definitely help when it comes to the ladies. So it can't be too surprising that Sagittarius puts on the charm with his sandy blonde hair, those startling blue eyes, and of course the muscles. But through all that charm and attitude, a rugged aura can always be felt about Sagittarius Camden. A ruggedness that still lingers from his hard days in the jungles of Makalo. And if there's any cliche about what the jungle will do to a man, then it is that it will make the skin just a little bit darker, and will give a man a little scruffle. And a tan and scruffle Camden has. Though he can't stand too much scruff, just a little on his chin and under his nose is just enough to convince him that he's turning some of those ladies on if his accent doesn't do the trick first.
When it comes to clothes, you can be reassured of the basics unless Sag is off making a business transaction. Stemming from his years in Makalo, Sagittarius has a habit of wearing camo colors and army boots. Dark greens, tans and browns together are all very common, and in fact, his most favorite outfit is plainly khaki, cargo pants, a loose forest green undershirt and a longsleeved dark brown button down. Simple, but effective for any event. And though of course that isn't all he ever wears, but it might as well be unless you catch him in one of his fine Hawaiian shirts. But underneath those button downs is something deadly, and that's his gun harness; the exact same one on him that he wears in his dog form. This plainly means, he's always prepared for war. Though Sagi is armed, he isn't always lucky and able to get out of every scrape. In fact he still has a lasting reminder of a very close call. The top of his left ear is actually missing thanks to a bullet just barely missing its fatal mark. But in the end Sagittarius counts it more of a blessing seeing as ever since, he's been just a bit more cautious on who he makes deals with.
And now there is only one more classic article of clothing that Sagittarius always has, and that's his blue bandanna dotted with symbols of Makalo. It's his trademark, and he almost never leaves home without it.
Now when it comes to the rest of the details, nothing is too complicated. Sagi keeps his hair relatively short and straight, and keeps himself in shape since he never knows when he's going to get into a struggle. Years of uncertainty when it comes to food have also helped him stay independent from anything fattening so he's also pretty small to company his relatively short height of 5'7". But the one thing that he does do to hurt his fitness is he has a horrible addiction to cigarettes. On average he's gone through a pack a day and maybe a little more on those days when he finds himself in jail or in a heavy situation. So if he's ever cornered, you can depend on him to have one hand on the gun at his side and a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Now when it comes down to his Mutt form, you can be sure you'll become confused when you try to place just exactly what he is. His father was part African Wild Dog and part Dingo, and his mother was a German Shepherd with a little bit of Dingo in her as well. So definitely a mix indeed. Because of the overwhelming Dingo on both sides though, Sagittarius has the height and the ears of the wild blood in him, but when it comes to fur color, he is his mother's boy. Much like any German Shepherd his main colors are brown and black. Most of his back and his neck is covered in ebony all the way down to cover his entire tail. Sag's left back leg, and his right front leg is also in black, as well as the areas right under his blue eyes. But the rest of him, the rest of him stays on the lighter side. His main body is covered in a dark brown fur similar to that of a Shepherd's. Though still, he has a little of his father evident in the form of off whites and golds. His underbelly and chest is covered in the pure color just like his left front leg, as well as the most unique feature in terms of color. On his muzzle a white strip winds its way up the left side of his face all the way to his forehead. On his chin though is a light gold patch, much like a goatee, like that of the color on most African Wild Dogs, just proving his heritage a little bit better.
When it comes to accessories, Sag does have a few. The most notable is that blue bandanna around his neck that hides beneath his thick fur. But of course, his gun harness hides there as well. Holding one pistol on either side just in case, the nylon harness holds tight against his ribs. And of course, that hole in his ear still reminds him of who he is even as a Mutt.

It's All a Part of Me

And that's who I am

Permission given by Shai
Looks guys -- I don't know what happened, but my personality disappeared. I've already written those 2000 words 1 and a half times and I'm so worn out I really can't do it again. xP So I'll put down the bare minimum of what I can remember and the rest I'mma list. Sorry again guys -- maybe when the day comes that I'm not so frustrated and my anger settles I'll try writing it all again.

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There's only a few things Sag really wants you to know about him, and that is he's just one stubborn, hard-ass guy just out to make his mark and go out with cash in his pockets with quite the temper. What he doesn't want you to know, is that under that touch exterior and behind the gun in your face, is a man who can have a tendency to be, quiet, have deep thoughts, and of course charming and understanding. But be careful, in his profession, he has a tendency to be manipulative, using that charm to get what he wants, whatever it might be. He can appear relatively calm and well balanced on the surface, but underneath, he is often restless and maybe, even a little nervous. But overall, Sag usually lets you know how he feels when it comes to a situation, but don't ever expect him to just open up. Growing up in Makalo seemed to have taught him to be introverted when it came to his feelings -- knowing that you'd always be safer if you could hide away all your pain and history. Going along with that, Sagittarius can appear to be very aloof, speaking when he has to and for the most part, always thinking before he speaks. But that doesn't mean that Sag is impulsive or brash. When angered, his darker side shines through, complimenting his tough exterior as he yells, getting in your face and showing no pity whatsoever. When you work with Sag, you have to stay on your toes and being thinking; in this business, you have no room for error when you need to stay on top.

If one thing was to be used to define Sagi, it would be money. Those thin, paperbacks shining in his pure blue eyes. tainting them just small shades of greens and white tainting their color. Sag is in love with money is are quite shrewd where a buck is concerned, and yet, he is always in the need of more thanks to his own standards; some of that due to his addiction to cigarettes and alcohol. On average, Sag smokes a pack a day, allowing them to work their old magic as they calm his nerves, especially in a tight situation.
Which is usual.
And when you are always in tight situations, you learn to keep your secrets locked up tight to stay alive or at least to fool who he needs to. Though he is adept at watching out for his own back, Sag has quite the talent at finding out all there is to know on his acquaintances and his enemies. And he's definitely not above using that information to his own benefit. It doesn't help much he has such a good memory either.
Sag is also very level headed and alert; his intuition keen helping him smell out a rat when he sees one, and knows when troubles coming. But of course, he gets into too much trouble to prevent it all. Nonetheless, he seldom gets into any jams he can't escape since he covers himself with precision and sometimes, well in advance.You could say he has built in alarm system!

When it comes down to likes, it comes down to six main things: Cigarettes, women, adrenaline rushes, alcohol and the newest one -- cereal. The last one mainly to blame on the culture shock after coming here from the relatively uncivilized living in the bush of Makalo. But cigarettes have been his first love ever since the age of 12; still in love with their calming effect on him when his paranoia and anxiety reveal themselves. But it's not like he could get off of them even if he tried.
Sagittarius is definitely a well-rounded guy with many faults, but still, he has his moments when he's just a guy lost in the recesses of his mind, pondering the guilt he feels or questioning what was morally right, until at last his temper flares and he needs to get his gun out to prove a point. But of course, learning from experience, he knows his limits and would prefer to not be the hero in any situation; rather liking the idea of living a little bit longer, striving for his greed-ridden goal before he gets mowed down as it inevitably seems in the smuggling and black market trade.

He's gotten use to it though. Always adjusting, always lying to get around any red tape and to stay alive by all means, having no trouble killing a man if that's what it takes. Yes, he sure can be ruthless, but he is still quite the charmer, proving to have a heart yet still, a lady in his arms still the best medicine when he's had a rough day causing his rage to flare. But despite his temper's ability to keep burning strong for sometime before the matter is settled, he would prefer peace over a face full of lead any day. But then again, who wouldn't?
But that's Sag for ya. Complex in every way possible, and unpredictable at every turn.

It's Time to Fly

And let's just say goodbye

Not to be a pessimist or trying to have a pity party, but life is rough. Most of the time, the question seems to always be, "when was the world not falling apart?" Sometimes we groan, seeming to do it for attention to our seemingly boring lives, but some people, some people really have pretty rotten lives thanks to their environment, and God's good humor. Some say that when we have hard times in life, it's only because our character, our beliefs, whatever -- is being tested. But can you really say that to those few who go days hungry, and are still grieving after the losses they've suffered throughout the years?
Having seen these issues first-hand, and living them, Sagittarius Camden can't help but laugh in the faces of those who try to encourage others with such simplistic thoughts.
To him, it has to be a joke.
Things don't get better, they only get worse.
With this in mind, Sagittarius quickly developed a theory:
"The world isn't even going to try to save you or me. So I don't wait on it. Might as well go out there, live, and get mine."

On the 27th of September, Sag was born a little early on a windy night to proud parents who were just starting out with a promising future. Dolores and Edward found each other in an odd way, at least, in a way more uncommon then others. When they met, they were both civilian prisoners of war in Makalo, stuck together, one a doctor, one a missionary during the civil war in the jungles and plains of the wild country. Stuck together for 6 months, it isn't too much of a surprise the two of them developed a relationship, helping keep each other alive in more than one way or another. When at last the choppers came soaring into the camp, winning the day and carrying the POWs out of there, Edward Camden and Dr. Dolores Aule not even then left each other's side. Bound together by their experiences and their faith, it wasn't long before the two became survivors became lovers, and made one tough decision together. They decided to give up everything, mission to those same kinds of people that had taken them captive not too long ago.
And everything, meant a lot.
Both lovers came from wealth, parents owning mansions with 20 TVs; even the boats.
And yes, that's plural.
But with each other to lean on, and a calling to chase, the two didn't have a problem leaving it behind, knowing everything would be alright with just a little faith. So with their parents disapproving behind the new married couple, they set out for the jungle with just a backpack of clothes and food.
They knew from the get-go they knew the risks of coming out here, but falling in love with the people, they just couldn't every bring themselves to leave and abandon all their work. After three years, the pair of them decided to make it official that they were staying by finally finding a place to settle down and raise a kid on the plains. So in 1972, Sagittarius let his first cry be heard over the plains of Makalo.

The years to come, proved not so difficult for the new trio, or at least, not harder. Times were always rough for those in the hot terrains of the island, but they made it by, staying close as a family, and always growing closer to the people they helped. Sagittarius himself seemed happy enough, not knowing anything different or caring to. He was just fine to be wild and free in the jungle with his friends, already proving to be rambunctious and unpredictable as he played war games with the local boys.

Those next 9 years were almost pure bliss. As much as they could be underneath a beating sun and scavenging for food could be, anyways. But on Sag's 10th birthday, all of it, every single thing changed from that moment on.
His family was spending another peaceful Sunday meal together after a service for the locals in the area, getting ready for the young boy's party, when the roar of cars could be heard coming their way, accompanied by gunshots. People began to panic, his parents quickly stood up and Sagittarius could see distress in their eyes for one of the first times as they tried to help other people gather up a few of their possessions and help the children run for safety into the jungles, but soon they were upon them. At least 10 men in a rough Jeep came flying down the one road onto the grounds, AK-47s in hand, firing from all sides onto the running victims. Sag could remember his mother sweeping the boy behind her, trying to protect him from the fire as they ducked behind the Gathering Tree.
It wasn't long before the frightened family was dragged out into the open, being forced to kneel as the ebony men, surrounded them, prodding them with their AKs, trying to sound threatening as they called out their insults.
"Hey look at dem, pig-skinned chickens, man!"
"What they doin' here, huh?!"
"Not here on our turf, you bastards. White men not the masters in our world!"
They laughed and scorned as they spat, until a loud "STOP" sounded out over them all. The largest of the group came forward, brandishing his machete over his shoulder as he stepped in front of the small family, their hands now tied behind their backs.
"So, these our the powerful people, who I've heard of from other villagers?...They just look like sniveling white dogs to me.." he laughed quietly as he stared them down, feeding off the laughter of his comrades.

Sag turned his head to look down at his parent's faces, but they were downcast, blank almost while his remained red with fear; watching the glistening of the many guns that were turned to watch him. He wanted an answer to the many questions that popped into his head, but this time none appeared. The only thing that came was a steady stream of clear tears that fell from his face to the red sand below.
"The other villagers say you are...missionaries, yes? People of some kind of god. Well I have been wondering to myself, missionaries. What will your god do to save you in your time of peril, huh?" he grinned as he knelt down face to face with Sagi's father, breathing his rancid breath onto the well kept man.
"I give one chance. What does you say to that? I say, if you don't truly believe in your god, you can go, and never you can come back. If you say 'that is true', I hold to my word. But if not. Well." he paused as he looked at one of his men who cocked his weapon.
"You decide now, preacher man. What is worth dying for? Which Hell is worse, huh? This one, or the next?"
Eddie closed his eyes for a moment, gulping as he turned his head to his family, tears now welling up in his own eyes.
"Now matter what, I couldn't have asked for anything better then you two in my life. Be brave, my son." was all he mumbled to Sag, who tried only for a moment to meet his father's gaze before he had to turn away.
Then his father turned back to the ebony commander, resolve cascading down his body until the man was like stone.
"Yes. Yes I do believe. I believe in hope of a better life after this one." he said, his voice steady, unshaken.
The commander, stared at the man for a moment and then looked up at the guard behind the father.
"Hope has never existed in this land. Or the next."
There was no lingering echo as the shot was fired; only blood, and a scream of grief from his mother. Wide-eyed, Sag watched as his father fell forward, the brown eyes keeping their gaze always forward.
Dead. Just like that.
All Sag could do was stare, shaking all the while as he felt his father's warm blood on his face, in his hair. Soon, the crimson began to travel away from the corpse, making streams in the loose sand until it became a puddle around Sag's knees. Sag gulped and tried to push back his sudden sob that was choking him from the inside. He was successful, but a small gurgle parted his lips just slightly, until he heard the Devil's voice boom once more.

"Woman, I give you same chance. You want to live, or meet your god early, along side your husband?" his gruff voice called as he looked at her. Her tears began to mix with her husband's blood as she sniffed, shaking her blonde hair as she bit her lip, drawing her own blood.
"Now woman, or your son goes first!" he yelled out, his words echoing the truth in them.
Sag's heart began to race and his blue eyes widened as he looked forward, arching his head as he felt cold steel dig through his layers of sandy-blonde hair.
This was it. He knew it. It was his 10th Birthday, but no birthday wishes were to come true, not this day. He merely closed his eyes tight, waiting for the moment when the nightmare would end.
"No! Please. No...not my son. Not my boy, please..." she pleaded as her scream pierced the air once more.
Suddenly, the hairs on his neck relaxed just slightly as he felt the gun withdraw, but his heart still pounded throughout his entire head, the terror of that moment always present.
"Then you will answer my question, now." he growled, stepping forward roughly, causing the dust to billow around their tear strewn faces.
"I love you, Sagittarius. I love you so much..." she whispered to him as he slouched, knowing this would be the last time he heard his mother's comforting tone. She was strong in her faith, and she loved her husband too much to stand going another day without him, less an eternity.
Finally, she nodded, slowly at first but her head picked up speed until words finally were pronounced enough to hear.
"Yes. Yes. Yes I do." Over and over she mumbled, getting louder and louder until she was suddenly cut off, a last gasp the last thing Sag heard come from his mother's lips. Brain matter now dotted the young boy's clothing once again as he shook, his face becoming all the more unrecognizable underneath the blood that was shed by the martyrs, only being parted by the line of tears and dribble that continued to pour.

Turning now to the boy, the commander watched the youngest of the family intensely, curious to know how adolescence would handle such an adult question in an adult world.
"You, boy! Do you still believe in your god now after all this pain? Suffering!? Is this hell worth dying for?" he smirked as the boy never looked up into the smoldering black eyes. Moments passed as Sagittarius sobbed, raking his mind to know what he should do. The moral decisions and the basic survival instincts were in an epic fight, but they couldn't compete forever. At last his young age and the special day got the final verdict, as well as his fear.
In the loudest voice he could muster, Sag yelled up, but never once brought himself to look upon his potential killer.
"No...no! I don't know what you're talking about! Please just let me go! Let me go!" the traumatized boy suddenly then lost it. Large sobs began to sound throughout the jungle, and his mouth began to fill with saliva that had no where to go as he cried out, but down his chin. "I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Please...please!" he yelled out, his head now hanging against his chest, his eyes shut tight as to hide from the pools of blood that now encircled him from his lost parents.

The man just waited as he listened to the pleas of the cowering white boy, taking pleasur in it all, savoring ever second power was given to him.. It was what he had been wanting for some time now, and now at last his taste had been satisfied by the betrayal of the parents by the son.
With one quick grunt, the muscled chief ordered the boy's hands untied. Suddenly, with Sag's strength completely drained, the boy fell forward, bracing himself with his hands that now splashed into the thick red liquid. Sag gasped for breath out of shock and forced his eyes open, staring down now at his small hands deep in the enriched blood-red sand of Makalo.
"Get out of here, then! Your answer was good enough to bargain your freedom." the man sneered as he pulled the young boy up to his feet rather harshly before making the boy stare him in the face.
"Every time you think of me, you will remember how your parents are dead, while you still live. Betrayal is the worse sin." he menaced before he shoved the boy backwards, causing the already unbalanced child to fall back to the ground where his parents lay.

As the words sunk into his heart, he looked over to his loved ones in his terror, watching their gleaming eyes seem to stare him down in their disappointment. What had he done? He had cast them aside so that he could live. And now, there would never be a chance to rejoin them. The martyred would rest in peace, while the world's judgement would weigh him down to the earth forevermore.
Suddenly, a cloud of smoke at his feet distracted him from his private reprieve. There, a large knife carved from stone sat with a sinister heir about it, waiting patiently for its new master to claim it.
"Good luck, young Missionary. The jungles have never been a kind Hell to be alone in. Go!" the commander laughed as he brandished his machete. Quickly, Sag took the dagger in his hand and scrambled to his feet, taking one last look at his parents' broken bodies before he turned his back on them, running with his darkening shadow trailing behind him as the sounds of gunfire and shouts echoed behind him with one last farewell.
As fast as his wobbly legs could carry him, Sag had run with dagger in hand, ignoring the trail of blood and tears he left behind as he raced forward, unsure of where he was going, or what his fate would be. He just knew he had to keep moving, try to escape into the uninviting brush. For at least three miles, Sagittarius' adrenaline kept him on his feet, even as he raced through the thickest of the jungle, ignoring the snapping vines that bit at his already bloodied face. But eventually Sag collapsed under the cover of the dense canopy, gasping for breath as sobs once again began to choke him. He tried to regain his composure, but guilt always seemed ready to lash him down to his sorrows, until at last, under the shade of the brush, Sagittarius drifted asleep, exhausted and disheartened with good reason. Sleep was short though as constant memories and nightmares prodded his brain with hot coals unrelentingly, but despite the pain, Sag didn't awaken until nightfall -- where at last his nightmares became a reality. Without his parent's comforting presence, Sag found the jungles to be an even scarier place than he imagined, but the smell of blood that covered his body made it all the worse. His conscious soon took advantage of the boy in his weakened state, and thoughts of what was to become of him blocked out the fear of the wild creatures that roamed the grounds in the lonely hours.

The words of the commander still haunted him, causing his puffy red eyes to dilate before being squeezed shut. The man was right, he was a traitor. A traitor to his own parents; a traitor to everything he had ever stood for as a child. He had abandoned it all for the sake of his own life, one that might not be worth living after this night.

Realization came like a sledgehammer that it most likely couldn't get any worse than this, not now. After hours of pondering, but with still many questions unanswered, Sag was forced to make a conclusion in order to keep himself going.
He had failed. There was no going back, and no way to fix it. There was only forward. In his mind, that's how it would have to be in this cruel world he was suddenly awoken to without any mercy or pity. Nothing else mattered to him, he knew that there was no one else to keep him to a goal, and no matter what he tried to do, he was going to Hell anyways. He was never going to see his parents again, and that was the way of it. He'd never forget them, he'd never relinquish the love he has for them, but he knew there was no more hope, not for him. With that in mind as the dim sun tried to penetrate the canopy above, Sagittarius wiped his eyes and stood up, his gaze cold and empty, his eyes cast in shadows as he gripped the dagger tight in his still shaking hand. It was time to keep moving, and begin to live the way he had to in order to survive. If he learned anything, the simplest form was this: the world will never give a fuck about you. It will take and take until you are nothing but a shell. In order to survive alone, you had to take what you want, no matter the cost, no matter the morals that will haunt you.
The commander taught him that.
As he walked on in the morning light, Sagittarius began the process of stripping himself of everything he once was; ready to start anew. He was ready to abandon the god who had turned His back on him, ready to show the world he wasn't about to give in without a fight.

It took some time for the frightened young boy, but it wasn't long before for the blood spattered Sag to get his bearings. After all, these were his jungles too. He had traveled through them playing war games and hunting with the locals, but this was the first time he had been truly alone. Paranoia began to sink in as every crack of a limb sounded like the shuffle of command boots, and the hoots and hollers of the local wildlife mirrored the sound of gun-clad rebels. But he kept moving, clenching his knife tighter and tighter as moved, hoping this was still the path that would take him to safety. It wasn't until nightfall that at last the form of a small trade village came through the black. His heart began to race with joy and his stomach finally let out a growl now that it knew food was more readily available. The traders were packing it up for tonight, heading back to the city most likely which must have been only 50 miles from here.
Almost without thinking, Sagi clambered into the nearest truck, quietly laying himself down to blend in with the piles of fruits and blankets.
For him, this was the jackpot.
When the car at last lurched forward, the starving boy quickly dug into the bananas and mangoes, eating his fill while watching the glistening stars go by. It seemed like this was the start of his new beginning. The changes were drastic, but at least the stars would stay the same.
He took comfort in that.

When finally in the city, Sagittarius found how different this jungle was from his own. Clay and metal mixed together and there were people everywhere. Avoiding them all, Sag tried to stay hidden in the shadows, knowing from the start that his appearance was more than flattering, but it wasn't long before a group of boys found him, and they weren't exactly the friendly type. Immediately they ganged up on him, threatening him with insults and shoves. At first, the instinct to run was prevalent as memories raced across Sag's brain.
The fear.
The pops.
The blood.
Fear welled up inside him again, but this time, something was nagging him as well.
'Stand up and fight!' It seemed to yell at him. Listening and understanding, Sag pushed the next boy that prodded at him before pulling the knife out of the loop in his pants with a yell. Shocked, the black boys stumbled back, their own fear suddenly gripping them by the throat, but just like Sag, one boy pushed away the fear and leapt at the white boy, the two of them now wrestling on the ground, Sag getting the upper hand before the other boys pulled him off, throwing the dagger out of his hand before they had their turn to get a kick at the resilient dog.
"Hey!"

That one word stopped the boys in their tracks, causing them to look up, but not lose their grip on Sag. The boy who Sag had attacked and who hadn't yet joined in the fun of pummeling the new boy, stood up from where he was, advancing on them with cautious steps.
Before reaching them he picked up Sag's knife, looking at it before he towered over the sitting Sag who was quickly yanked up by the small gang. Thoughts of the end suddenly appeared in Sag's head again as he stared down at the knife before looking into the black eyes of the boy. They held each other's stares, Sag not wanting to go out sniveling like he would have in the jungle.
What seemed like an eternity passed before the other boy smirked and handed Sag his knife back.
"Leave him alone. I like his spirit; has heart."

And just like that, the boys released him; Sag realizing he had just taken on the leader of the small gang hinself.
"Do you have a place to stay tonight, little archer?" the boy mumbled as he put his hands on his hips. At first, Sag just looked at him, confused, not sure if the boy was really talking to him or not. Luckily, the leader recognized the confusion and pointed down to the blade in the white boy's hand. It wasn't until then he realized the markings carved into the blade itself. An arrow ran the length of it; an archer's bow carved twice into the hilt between the leather patches of the grip. For just a little longer, Sagittarius studied both sides of it before he was startled back into the world by a soft punch to his shoulder.
"Huh? Well do you?" the boy asked once more, his grin widening on his ebony face. Smiling back just slightly, Sag shook his head.
"Come, come. You can stay with us tonight, Archer." the boy said as he began to lead the way down the nearest alleyway, everyone else close on his heels with Sag bringing up the rear, rubbing the blood from his lip as just a spark of hope reentered his broken spirit.

It was here with the small gang that the young Sagittarius learned almost everything he needed to survive on the city streets. Being with them though only enhanced the idea planted in his mind that people weren't to be trusted. Though they treated him kindly most of the time, it didn't take much for the boys to turn on each other, using any weapon they could if they had to. Sag was constantly kept on his toes, learning to watch his back at all times, and the others only when it proved profitable. They might have been considered a gang, but no way were they really brothers; the relationship parasitic if anything. Nonetheless, bonds were made, and for the most part, everyone stuck together for the common good of the group. Being the only white boy in the group, the boys quickly saw the use for him in their racist culture. It was because of this, Sag learned how to put on the charm and make negotiations as he got older into his teen years. Soon, Sagittarius and the gang had gone from small petty thefts, to making deals with the higher side of life.
Everyone was soon in business together, and any remembrance of them dealing in illegal trade was quickly pushed to the back of their minds; money too rewarding to let their morals get in the way. But of all them, Sagittarius was most fond of the rich paper that came from his transactions. Most of the boys just saw it as a thrill, the rush that the chase gave them. Greed was Sag's new main motivation, and it compelled him to do all kinds of things, including being ready to kill.

But with illegal trade and theft also came cops, and the inevitable need to be able to defend himself stuck out. Using the money that Sag had kept to himself to keep up his new habit of smoking, he bought a pistol; an object that brought power and fear -- and Sag liked it. He had grown from a small, cowering, traumatized boy to a young adult with power, muscles and a temper that was unmatched by anyone around him, and quickly that got him attention and helped him forget the painful past that he refused to let drag him down. He was now second in command of the group of boys, and had the means and the reputation to keep it that way. He had been quick to realize the sheer amount of gain that steel could get anyone; ready to point that pistol at anyone's head who tried to fuck around with him. He had become a good shot through the years, overcoming the fear of them that he had carried with him since his parent's deaths, and had become the deadly liaison for the group and everyone respected him for it, knowing he had no problem now pulling that trigger. Even the clients knew it.

But soon the small black trade of jewels and liquor began to bore him (Though the liquor itself didn't) and the need for something bigger in his life was necessary. After all, there wasn't ever any rest for the wicked. It wasn't long before a man approached him with a proposition.
Caught in the act of pursuing this older, wealthy gentlemen's whore of a daughter, the 19 year old was basically forced into cooperation, a shotgun to his head the entire time as Sag explained who he was, unafraid of giving away any information since he didn't have much to lose either way.
Seeing this as an advantage, the white man introduced himself as Mr. Mende, lowering his gun from Sag's forehead, allowing the boy to get off his knees and lower his hands, put his shirt back on and zip up his pants.
"So this gang Mr. Camden that you're in -- how loyal are you to them?" Mr. Mende asked as he the two smoked on the porch outside the mansion home.
"Not too much, no...no. We're in business together that's about as far as that goes, ya." Sagittarius answered nonchalantly in between drags and puffs of his cigarette.
"So if I offered you 10,000 to bring them in so that I could take them into custody myself, collecting the pay -- would you do it?" The older man asked as he turned to look at his possible new business partner.
Sagittarius smirked and blew out the smoke before he turned to face the older man.
"Hell ya."
The older man chuckled at the boy's silly grin that hid the greedy glint in his eye and extended his hand for Sag took shake. "Agreed then." the man mumbled, shaking the boy's hand. The first deal in a line that would never end well.

It was fairly simple for the con-man to convince his black gang that he had a deal that he would need help on, something big, and with the potential for money for each member. Quickly the young boys jumped on the idea, and with Sag at the helm, the boys followed him wherever he went.
It was only just outside the city that Sagittarius led the boys who stood antsy with their knives and shanks in their pockets, never figuring that there would be more powerful people waiting out here for them. The leader from the very beginning, Kione, stepped up from behind as Sag began lighting another cigarette, waiting patiently while the others dreaded on their nerves.
"So where is our businessmen?" Kione asked quietly.
"Any minute now, my man. You just hold tight." Sagittarius responded through slightly gritted teeth as he held the cigarette in his mouth. Almost immediately afterwards, the sound of rustling bushes hit the quiet night like a drum, and the cocking of guns accompanied the sound of yelling as soldiers and mercenaries leapt from their hiding spots in the bush, startling the black men with lights as well as their weapons as the men rushed them, forcing them to the ground. Surprised, Kione tried to defend himself, fighting the soldier who tried to apprehend him until two teamed up to take him down.
Sagittarius, meanwhile, seemed unphased as he continued to smoke, waiting until Mr. Mende, also clad in a uniform stepped forward towards the blue-eyed traitor.
"Ah, Mr. Camden! Very well done. You're quite the pisser, man!" he laughed as he shook the hand that was not stuffed in Sag's pocket.
"Ya. Ya. Glad I could help." Sag mumbled as he gave a very unsure smirk, trying to ignore the commotion behind him, trying to keep his mind from wondering back to that Sunday afternoon those many years ago.
"Well as I promised, 10 grand." Mende smiled as he was handed a briefcase, which Sag quickly checked as it was handed to him, pleased to see it all seemed to be there.
"I hope we can do business again, Mr. Camden. I need more people like you -- who take initiative." The businessman continued.
Sagittarius just smiled, hiding the sinking in his heart as he turned away from the man, keeping a tight grip on the cash for support as he walked past the disheartened gang members.
"Archer! You're a dead man!" he heard Kione yell after him, a fury burning in the words.
"Ya, ya -- I've heard that one before." Sagittarius yelled back, unable to bring himself to turn to see what he had just done once again.

Keeping to the words, Sagittarius continued to do deals with Mr. Mende when the price was right, countless deals but of course things never kept perfect when you wanted them to. Sag had been at this kind of work now for 11 years, and out of all his deals, less than 25 ever went wrong, but one deal-went-bad in particular still stuck in his mind. It was on a seemingly normal booze deal that everything went sour. At the start, everything seemed fine; going according to plan until the travel back with the goods. The liquor had been stored in milk cartons and juice cans, hidden by those that weren't looking. But as a few soldiers came by his truck for a routine check, they snuck a few drinks for themselves, causing Sag to panic as he tried to force the guards to pay if they wanted some. Taking advantage of their uniforms and legal right to kill on sight, they pointed a gun at Sag and taunted as one man opened one of the cans, stunned as it foamed, and even more so after he took a drink.
"Fuckin' idiot pricks..." Sag mumbled a little too loudly.
Insulted, unimpressed and angry for almost being fooled, the soldiers yanked Sagittarius out of the truck and ramming him harshly against the trucks side; a loose bolt's ended splitting his eyebrow make him swear even more. One of the guards then wrenched Sag's hands behind his back, getting out all of his days frustration thanks to boredom out on the new criminal.
"You're under arrest -- for smuggling." the head guard growled out as he took Sag's cigarette, the other guard slapping handcuffs on the embarrassed, bleeding, and honestly nervous man.
"Now come on, my man! We can work out a deal! What do you say you and your men can have a stack of drinks and we call it even, huh!?" Sagi pleaded, but no go. But this wasn't the worst part; Sag was more nervous about what would happen when he got back.

Though Mende and co. were great at keeping up their end of the deals, and tended to have tempers that matched Sag's own. So of course, when he got back, he was met with the wrath of the Mende family who weren't feeling kind about losing one of their bigger investments they had entrusted with their top smuggler. But luckily, he was only let off with a nice beating instead of jail time, seeming to see how he was still useful -- still needed the best.

But he was through with them. Tired of splitting deals, and annoyed by how low the pay had become, Sag was ready to live by his own motto again. He was going to get his own. But if only it was that easy to get away from your boss.
His head still throbbed from the thought of it.
This time it had been it had been illegally obtained oil. Telling Mr. Mende that oil was what the buyer asked for, the businessman quickly found it, sending it Sag's way with no questions. Object in hand, he went on his way making the trade for a much lower price than first bargained and took the cash -- but not back to Mende and his goons. Catching the soonest flight to the next province every cent of the money made in hand. While in the air, he felt free and cocky, but those feelings evaporated with the weightlessness as Sag stepped out of the airport, men he recognized thanks to Mende waiting for him, expressionless.

"Mr. Mende. There seems to be a terrible misundersta--" he had started before being cut off by a nice slap across the face, causing Sag to rock in the chair he was handcuffed to.
"Sagittarius. I thought we were friends?" Mende mocked.
"You're right, you're right...I took too much of an initiative but you see--" his head began to ring as another slap split his lip.
"Haven't I been good to you?" Mr. Mende questioned again as he rubbed his palms together.
"Absolutely. And I was going to cut you in, haven't I always-" this time all of Mende's strength was put into a punch, knocking the chair over, taking Sag with it.
For a moment Sag just laid there on the hard concrete, huffing as he licked his split lip, but his temper getting to him again, Sag turned his head to look towards his captor.
"Look, if you wanted to kill me, you would have done it already. So what is it you want from me!?" Sag asked, trying to get himself calm again, despite the pain.

Mr. Mende grinned, showing off his diamond stud tooth before he leaned towards Sag.
"I want a Lunar Beast."
They sat there in silence for a moment, staring at each other until the man on the ground spoke up at last.
"...the hell is that, huh?"
Straightening up, Mende talked to the wall.
"A powerful beast. Rare. Found typically roaming around the city of Vale."
"Never heard of it." Sag grumbled as he shifted.
"It's not on our island country, no. But the price those monsters would bring here..." Mende shook his head "You screwed our deal and you owe me money. You'll find me these lunar beasts dead or alive, you understand?" Mende glared down the dog on the ground, watching as a smirk and a light laugh parted his bloody lips.
"...or what?" Camden taunted, maybe feeling a little too daring for the occasion.
"I think you know what." the man smirked.
Before Sag could even react, a gun was fired, missing Sag by inches as it imbedded into the wall. A guard appeared from the shadows, a smug grin on his face as he blew on the end playfully.
"Now -- go get what I want."

That was the end of that conversation, and though Sag wished he could have just yelled "fuck that!" into Mende's face, he knew better. But still he wasn't about to roll over that easy. He'd go alright, but he didn't plan to come back soon -- if at all. This was his first chance to explore outside the bloodied island(Having always been stopped by Mende ever since he began trying.). So he agreed to the deal, but because his curiosity got the best of him, not out of fear. With a backpack in hand, two pistols, his lucky bandana, knife and more packs of cigarettes then could be counted, Sag boarded the plane, his adventure just now beginning.

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Your Voice is so Soft

Speak up so they can know you

Typically people will negotiate with me. It might have something to do with that, heh, famous, charming grin, or my reputation with a gun, but either way they do. And, uh, that's just fine with me. Because if I can't make the deal, well, you can just say sayonara to my ugly mug.
In this world, it only takes one mistake to be your last.
Makalo; Once you call it home, it seeps into your blood, you know? From those wide open plains to the mountainous fog awaiting you at the top of the mountains; it all becomes yours in a heartbeat when the wild jungles call you. Which I guess is why people are so attracted to it in the first place. As I see it, Makalo still is the last frontier in the scheme of it. It's a land that still can't, and never will be considered tame. Animals and humans alike seem to be drawn to the mysterious land full of narrow turns that never reveal whats coming next, you know? Its quite the adventure, but as for me, I'm ready to get the hell out of here. Of course, getting out takes a price, and a high price at that. And if you were as hellbent to get off this godforsaken continent as I am, you wouldn't be so quick to plaster me with a criminal title. A Smuggler, and poacher, or a wilddief smokkelaar as they call me in Afrikaans; which is really just a simpler way to put all those titles together. I do what I do because I have a cause, and it's something I'm good at! It's not my fault there are sots out there that want the stuff I bring out. It's just the way it is. I do my thing and you profit. That's how the world works, huh?
"But that's the basis of it. It makes sense and it's absolutely 100% true. Not like you have a reason not to believe it, my bru. So what'dya say? You just look the other way, I'll take the key and we won't have to ever think back on this again. Come on -- we can cut a deal can't we? I'll even share my profits with you on my next job. Whatcha think about that, my man?" Sagittarius Camden cleared his throat after he called, keeping his ever pleading eyes on the plump guard that was watching him with his feet propped up on the desk. Amused, the ebony man rocked back and forth in his creaky wooden chair, still watching the canine from the safety of his seat.
"Now Mister Camden. I've been working here for long time now. Do you think I would be so good at my job if I let every prisoner go after such a wimpy bribe like that?" the guards heavy accent thundered across the dark walls as he laughed. Sagittarius, staying calm, went ahead and laughed along, putting his ears against his head in his annoyance.
"Ja, ja you're right, you're right. But would you still call it wimpy if I bargained you a healthy 5 grand in that deal?" Sagittarius willed on, putting his wet nose through the bars as he leaned against the cage, letting his blue eyes glisten with a hidden darkness at the talk of cold hard cash. 5 Gs ringing in his ear now, the keykeeper stopped his laughter, staring down the dog who was waving his tail ever so slightly back and forth on the cold concrete.
"How in de world does a dog like you get that much of geld?" he wondered as he leaned forward, putting all four legs on the floor just like his convict.
"Hey. Unlike some out there, I do try and make a civilized living. And I'm pretty successful as it is. No one typically suspects a dog, you know. And I can get even more. If you help me out." Camden smiled as he raised an eyebrow, raising the charm. The man raised an eyebrow right back and smiled, seeming, for at least a minute to be interested in the offer.
"Well Mister Camden. That is true. Most Dieres like you mind their own. So I must ask. Who is it that is making deals with mutts like you, hm?" he questioned as he leaned forward, putting his meaty arms heavily on his thighs. Chuckling slightly, Sagittarius continued to entertain the man, still with hopes of cutting that deal that would get him out of this iron box.
"Oh ho, you would definitely be surprised, my man. He's one of the highest businessmens in Makalo. You might even know him if you take a look in the papers. Mr. Mende. You know him, ya?" Camden asked as he took a moment to scratch his ear,seeming to convey the information as if it was nothing special.
"Oh yes I know him. I know him. Powerful man. In fact my furred friend -- I've met him personally." the guard nodded, enjoying his prisoners reaction. At this new knowledge, Sagi's ears perked up as he became genuinely interested.
"Did you?"
"Oh yes, yes! He came, put a briefcase in my hand and he gave me strict, strict instructions. He said: You catch that rat bastard of a dog, Camden. You keep him with you, and this money you can keep!" the guard laughed as his charade finished. Growling, realizing he was being played, Sagittarius turned and looked away from the howling man and grumbled his defeat.
"Fucking hell."

Translations:

Wilddief: Wildlife Thief
Smokkelaar: Smuggler
Geld: Money
Dieres: Animals

Peel the Mask Off

Just who are you anyway?

RPr name: Kao
age: 17
you got something to share: ...that I...am awesome? Oh wait that's not new.
where you found our site: Well it's something like...FP fail...run away...escape plan...TR. ta da!
other characters: Booth technically...
anything else: Well...that if you RP with me...I warn you...I write too much. And I'm going through therapy to fix it so don't worry. I'm only still half insane. xD

thanks to kae for this amazing template
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