Character Calix Harkonnen
Time the year 2182]
In the year 2098 an epidemic known now only as blight spread ramped through the planet earth leaving it, a disease ridden hole, unfit for even the simplest of clean living. In 2100 the ruling body of the planetary federation declared earth uninhabitable. In a cruel, and uncaring manner those without disease were transported off world. While those with disease were left to rot, and hopefully die away from the pages of history. In the year 2182 survival is the only way of life on earth. No longer does a ruling body keep the peace, life is confined to small territories. Often ruled by cruel crime lords,who's rules are enforced by gangs, and violence. Here there is no justice save what one can claim with their own two hands.
[location old New York]
They called him the demon, because he never showed a moment of hesitation, and no one ever looked him dead in the eye, and lived to tell about it. Calix Harkonnen called himself a lucky son of a bitch. Born to the once wealthy, and powerful Harkonnen Barony, Calix had once had his life spread out before him, a endless number of possibilities set before him, and a future that promised greatness. Yet his father had been a fucking moron, and squandered their wealth, and power. He had been involved heavily with one of the other baronies, in a plot to overthrow the kingpin, and been caught. There was one rule on the planet earth and it was this you did not fuck with the Kingpin, and his father had broken it. He had been twelve years old, a sleep in his bed when the sound of muffled gun fire broke through his home. The hit man had come so silent, his parents had never even made it out of bed,but unexplainedly when he made it to young Calixs room, he had hesitated. That move had proven his salvation. He didn't know how he did it or why. His father had given him the nine millimeter hand gun as a birthday present and told him to keep it always as if it were his best friend. He had told him as he brandished it before his eyes. " There will come a day my son when this may be the only justice you can find bare it well" That night in a spark of gunfire his innocence had been stolen and his parents unknowingly avenged. He had been so lost, he stayed in his room staring at the dead man as if he did not know what to do. He was picked up by the kingpins cleaners the next day. The man himself had come to survey the carnage his hit man had created, and found the boy. The way he had taken Calix in was in the manner of a man taking in a fine dog that would serve him well. There was nothing generous about it, and he had lived a hard life earning his keep in the most violent of places.
Now it was time for him to earn that keep once more. Calix would stop in front of the old run down building as he adjusted the white suit he wore checking the old desert eagle nine which had become like an extension of his hand. Calix had grown into a man in the post blight world, his body hardened by his life, making his five feet eleven inch form seem somehow imposing. His hair was cut short and well groomed all of the Kingpins collectors were like that, you could spot one a mile away but of these Calix had a particularly gruesome reputation. He was only sent when there was a debt to be payed in blood a distinction that set him apart from the rest.
He knew the guy would be here, he had payed the whore well and he knew she would keep him busy. He hated these kind they were such easy marks. The man was a small time gang boss, who owed the kingpin more gold than he would ever pay back. That of course was not the problem, gold was merely a device to own another.The problem was the guy had been pinching the candy he had been sent to sell at an alarming rate, and now he was dead for it. The groans coming from the room as he walked into the building told him he was right. The guy was preoccupied. He didn't care what the hell his name was, he was simply a mark another rung on the ladder, and another good mark on his name. He coced the nine as if he were driving a nail in a coffin as he walked through the door a cold look on his face. He wasn't there anymore it was all mechanics all conditioning. You never think about a mark you think you hesitate, your dead.
The man knew what Calix was there for his eyes shown with fear as he struggled to get the girl off of him, falling off the bed his pants still around his ankles. His words meaningless " Ill pay it back I swear to god I will pay it back" Calixes only reply " Your debt is forgiven" There was a moment of relief in the marks eyes. Right before the desert eagle split his skull with lead. The explosion was perfect gray matter covered the wall behind the corps nearly half of its head gone, or in mush the mark was terminated his job was done. The voice off to the side nearly made him laugh " GODDAMN IT CALIX YOU SON OF A BITCH! LOOK AT THIS SHIT! " Much to his amusement the girl was covered in blood splatter herself, and quit pissed about it. He would take his blood stained white coat off wiping the gun clean before dropping the ruined garment as he threw a few coins on the bed his voice quick and sharp " Go home Ellie now" With that he would turn walking out as if he had done nothing his form disappearing into the streets as if he had never been.