Post by Gunner Knight on Aug 14, 2013 3:47:49 GMT
Tone. Hit It. Hit Down. Gunner brought his fists back, resting before giving the bag some more punches. It was his mantra. Had been since he had grown into his strength, or in this case his super strength. He was still learning to "be human" from those around him to contain his identity. Throw a punch, pull back. Throw a strike, lessen impact. That had been his life since turning 13. It was what made him such a good soldier. Not only did he have Superman strength, but he also had agility. Had.. past tense. It was in the Marines that he learned who he was and what he really was. A Valkyrie halfling, maybe full breed Valkyrian. That he and his aunt knew of and had researched, there was no other like him. What becomes of the offspring of a Valkyrie and a einherjar? Was he a full blood Valkyrie or was he has ghost? He shook his head, focusing back to the task at hand which was taking out his anger on this punching bag. No, of course it hadn't done anything to him, but it was rather running, or fighting his steam off then letting it get out on another in public. He had a short fuse, and that's the only reason he was discharged from the Marines. Sure, it was an honorary discharge, but it still happened because his fellow brothers had kept causing him a lunatic. Gunner admitted he had become a little.. obsessed after seeing his first Valkyrie death but it was as if something in him had snapped, telling him to find the answers.
His last fallen comrade in arms, Enrique had hoped that an angel had come to take him. To his and Gunner's surprise it hadn't been an angel at all, but a Valkyrie. This time, this instant in time, he had thrown caution to the wind and had captured this Valkyrie, demanding to know what he was doing with his friend's soul. Apparently, mortals weren't supposed to sense Valkyries, and they definitely weren't supposed to see them. Whoops. It was then he learned what he truly thought he was. His father, a Marine, had died in battle. He was a brave soldier, a warrior in the heart. He had to have been taken to Valhalla.. and he was the result of a relationship with a Valkyrie. There was no other explanation. Otherwise, how was a dead man supposed to have kids. Yes, his aunt had told him what she believe to be right, but there was never any backing to it. He wasn't mortal, hell he could sense other "magicks", is what he called them and each encounter became an entry in his journal. So far, it was slim. He knew of Valkyries, Demons, Witches, and Elders. With those came Shadowlighters and Whitelighters. It was like an old past came up and grabbed him, telling him what it was. Every new "sense" came a new entry. Elders, felt like an ocean. Witches, the earth awakening.
He snickered. "War", and he described other species like some poetic junkie. Two more punches. Break.
Time to take a breather. Couldn't be seen going at it hard all day. That would be crazy weird as in the girls that were watching him from across the room. There was another thing. Maybe it was the whole Valkyrie's dislike of another gender but hell, he never really... liked females. Don't get him wrong, he was a straight shooter, but girls.. relationships just didn't interest him. What friends he had told him there was something seriously mentally wrong with him, but he supposed, in due time, he would find one that would catch his interest. For now... Gunner turned around, looking at the girls across the room, taking a page out of there book. "Like take a picture, it'll last longer! Duh! Get a life!". He said, throwing his head towards the door. Girls were fine, these girls... he hated little groupies that just came in to watch men work out. It was beyond disgusting.
He watched them file out the door, pink on their faces. Served them right, and maybe they should take their own advice given through Gunner by the words of "Get a Life". He shook his head, taking a swig of the bottle that was now empty before standing up to his six foot something frame and heading towards the water fountain. He wasn't usually a jackass.. okay.. he was.. but he was trying to be better, especially around his aunt. Nothing like being almost 26 and getting slapped up the head by your aunt, whom you still lived with. Damn for being another species he was a lot like the mortal twenty something years old, still living with relatives. Something was going to have to be done about this. For now.. water.. as soon as the person in front of him finished. He took a relaxed pose as he waited for them. Jackass he could be, but he did have some manners. Slamming them to the side to get a drink of water was not nice to do.. or so he'd been told. So take it easy and relax and wait. It's not like he was going anywhere today anyway. Gosh, he really needed another job to occupy his time with, rather than hanging at the gym all day, every day like some college kid!