Move the ‘X’ to the box that most applies to your character.
[ ] Lawful Good
Acts with compassion and a sense of duty. The type to uphold a sworn oath and will protect innocents at most costs.
[ ] Neutral good
Acts with in a positive manner, although will not value tradition or rules to act as such.
[ ] Chaotic Good
Acts with a rebellious, free-spirited nature but still quite positively. They do the right thing, but are often disorganized and/or not aligned with the rest of society.
[ ] Lawful Neutral
Acts with a strong belief in concepts like honor, rules, and code. Typically places a strong faith in order- they obey or give orders.
[ ] True Neutral
They don’t align strongly with good or evil, nor do they with chaotic or lawful. They usually are undecided between the 4 sections or just gravitate right in the middle.
[X] Chaotic Neutral
Acts with strong individualist nature and they have a very ‘screw the rules!’ attitude. The individual will follow their heart and promote freedom, but theirs comes first.
[ ] Lawful Evil
Acts with honor, but don’t care in the slightest for the freedoms and rights of others. Very concerned with self-benefit at times, and will twist rules and codes to favor them.
[ ] Neutral Evil
Acts extremely selfishly with no problems concerning betraying others at a moment’s notice. They typically make allies just to further themselves.
[ ] Chaotic Evil
Acts with no respect for anything except their own desires and selfish goals. They place high value on freedom for the self, but do not care for others’ freedoms. Often associated with chaos and destruction.
There are several things that Jeremie could have said in response to that. Instead of spouting one of them, his thoughts shifted to something else, and he went with it. ” Question. What would be your reason for wanting me dead? Your own specific reason.”
It was more of a game than actual curiosity. The question itself was kind of pointless; just there to see if it would actually be answered, or met with something else.
"Because why not," is his answer. That’s not a very good answer, actually. It’s not a very good answer at all.
Doctor Who’s Quinquagenary → Space
"There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, and the sea’s asleep, and the rivers dream. People made of smoke, and cities made of song. Somewhere there’s danger, somewhere there’s injustice, and somewhere else the tea’s getting cold. Come on. We’ve got work to do." -Seventh Doctor, Survival
The bolt leaves its mark in the form of fractal-patterned burns on the photographer’s skin, but other than making his hair stand on end and making him stumble, it doesn’t seem to have any other effect. He rolls his neck and shoulders, his nose curling at the burnt-hair smell, and lets out a slow breath. “So you’re selfish on top of being an idiot.”
He pauses, and then in a blur of movement backhands the kid across the mouth with enough force to put the obviously non-human on his ass. He stands over the kid, not bothering to lean down when he continues talking.
"Do you just not realize your actions have consequences? That other lives will be effected when you do something this stupid!? You’ve put every civilian in this city in danger for a lark! If you want to play a game and show off, go back to wherever the fuck you came from because this place is not for your personal amusement! The people are not here to make your life more fun! I don’t care how long you’ve been a glorified bug zapper for, Manhattan Island has been as close to hell on earth as you can get for just as long and the death tole is in the millions. You do not have the right to make it worse just because you can make some sparks and can’t feel it when you get shot, have I made myself perfectly fucking clear?”
"No, I’ve been to Hell. This is not Hell, jackass. This is just one of the many suburbs leading to that special fiery place. You want Hell, you can follow me down into the depths of a conspiracy in the making that makes this just a footnote in the decimation of planet Earth."
He stands back up with no sign of having been slapped in the face, and lunges forward with his shoulder primed to catch his aggressor in the chest. “You don’t have any authority over me. You’re just some guy in a trenchcoat who can take a blast of low-amp electricity. You aren’t Pops, you aren’t Paps, and you sure as hell aren’t Ma — so you can take your self-righteous lecture and shove it back up your ass, where it obviously came from.”
William uses his momentum to hop back, mentally priming himself for another attack. Pain receptors off.
"…Let me spell it out for you, since you don’t seem to understand the gravity of the situation you’ve caused.”
"For the sake of your own entertainment, you walked into a place currently in the middle of quarantines and marshal law and antagonized the local armed forces. You caused a panic and made it onto the news, and now it’s very likely that you’ve convinced them that the local threat, which is a highly infectious virus with an extreme mutation rate by the way, has produced a new strain with unknown abilities and the ability to escape detection by the means they already have at their disposal.”
"You know what that means for everyone but you? Curfews. Stricter quarantines. A great deal of suspicion laid on the heads of everyone and itchy trigger fingers belonging to people who have full rights and authorization to blow away unarmed civilians if they so much as think they have a good reason. So good job, kid. I hope getting on the news was worth it for you because you’ve just fucked everyone in the Yellow and Green zone without the courtesy of even using lube.”
"So you wanna to shock me for being condescending? Go for it. That’ll be the least damaging thing you’ve done in the last couple of hours. Go on, light me up punk.”
"If I gave a rat’s ass about this place and if I understood the magnitude of what exactly is going on, I wouldn’t have done that. But, here’s the thing: I don’t really care. It’s been a couple years since I got what I have, and it’s time I finally used what I got. One asshole with some stuffy old lecture about the damage I’ve done isn’t gonna change jack.”
"Well, you gave me permission." William releases a damaging bolt of electricity. "So don’t complain to me if it hurts. Hey, I could say that you’re partly at fault for knowing I was up to no good and not bothering to stop me. Doesn’t that technically make you an accomplice?" A mean litle grin. "Or does it make you part of the sheep herd?"
"You really are a fucking moron, aren’t you. You walked into a war zone and made yourself public enemy number one just for shits and giggles. How the fuck are you even alive?”
"What if I wasn’t alive to start with?"
Electricity jumps from his fingers as he holds up his hand. “What if I was something else entirely? And what if I just didn’t care about staying hidden anymore? Yeah, I’m completely willing to give you a quick jolt just to wipe that condescending tone of yours.”
"I think you’re an idiot, that you made a huge mistake, and that you’re too proud of yourself for this to care.”
"Nothing new there. My friends think I’m an idiot too. Also apparently because I can run fast and not get hurt by bullets, I’m part of some ‘army’. Weird, huh?"
"What’cha think? Besides the obvious, I mean. It’s hard to miss that forehead smack."
GOD DAMMIT WILLIAM NO
HAVEN’T YOU EVER PLAYED VIDEO GAMES BEFORE
THIS IS A FUCKING TRAP YOU LITTLE SHIT
"I’m on the news! I’m on the news!"
Granted, he’s on NYZ news listed as a possible ‘ally’ of Mercer’s army because he can’t be gunned down and humans cannot run that fast, but hey! William’s on the news!