<div style="/*BOX ONE*/
margin:auto;
width: 300px;
height: 600px;
background: url(https://media.istockphoto.com/id/994850874/vector/camouflage-military-background.jpg?s=612x612&amp;w=0&amp;k=20&amp;c=44_x-XlRNhRqOfRR-hmy0Ehhkr9C_PyxqQuIHyHsz_Q=);
"><div style="/*Angelo Broussard*/
margin:auto;
position: relative;
top: 20px;
width: 200px;
height: 200px;
border: 2px solid #eab676;
background: url(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/85/e3/bb/85e3bbed4a24a4ea310d73a883cd41c3--josh-duhamel-attractive-people.jpg);
background-size: cover;
box-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #eeeee4;
font-size: 0px;">character image</div><div style="/*FIRST NAME DIV*/margin:auto;
position: relative;
top: -10px;
width: 200px;
height: 40px;
font-family: bebas neue;
font-size: 40px;
color: #FFCDBC;
text-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #eeeee4;
text-align: center;">Angelo</div><div style="/*LAST NAME DIV*/
margin:auto;
position: relative;
top: -35px;
width: 270px;
height: 60px;
font-family: sail;
font-size: 60px;
color: #3B322C;
text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #eeeee4;
text-align: center;">Broussard</div><div style="/*TEXTBOX*/
margin:auto;
margin-top: 15px;
width: 300px;
height: 260px;
padding-right: 20px;
padding-left: 25px;
font-family: times new roman;
font-size: 14px;
color: #fff;
letter-spacing: 1px;
text-align: justify;
overflow: auto;"><br/>
Bad dreams had awoken Angelo even earlier than he was used to. Some bad dream about kids in the woods... there had been blood, lots of it. It had left Angelo shaken as he woke up. Being an army man he had gotten used to seeing bloodshed, yet somehow this weird, vivid dream had gotten to him. Trying to lose the weird feeling of dread he had changed in his running attire. A khaki green army t-shirt, completed with black shorts, running shoes and naturally the dog tags that never left his body.<br/>
<br/>
The bad dream didn't slow down his run speed though. He quickly finished his 10k interval run and jogged up the drive way of his late parents house. He was just about to go out back to finish off his morning workout with push and pull ups when he saw the Sheriff's cop car turn onto his driveway. Frowning he turned around to see Sheriff Townsend get out and great him with the tip of his hat.<br/>
Angelo frowned, unsure what the sheriff required of him, especially so early in the day. He looked atcthe elderly man who had been a pillar in this community for decades. The dark lines under his eyes, highlighting the tired expression in his face.<br/>
<br/>
<b><i>"Morning Sheriff, what can I do for ya?"</i></b> Angelo called out to the man. Townsend clapped Angelo on the shoulder in an almost fatherly display of respect.<br/>
"<b><i>First, thank you for saving that girls life Broussard! Glad to have you back in town. Listen some local kids and some kids from Shreveport have gone missing... we received 9 calls so far from parents. We're organizing a sweep of the woods. You know them woods like the back of your hand, growing up here and all. Combined with your military background and service to our fine country I was hoping you'd help. We're gathering north of town near the woods in an hour... bring a gun... you never know."</i></b><br/>
<br/>
Before Angelo could reply, Townsend got back in his police cruiser and rode off. Angelo couldn't shake the feeling this was somehow connected to his nightmare. He quickly got inside and took a shower. Swapping in some warmer clothes he prepared to leave the house when he remembered the Sheriff telling him to grab a gun just in case. He went upstairs and opened the top drawer of his wardrobe. From way back in the drawer he grabbed his service Beretta and clasped it on his belt. Downstairs he grabbed his dad's old hunting rifle and walked outside to his car.<br/>
<br/>
As he arrived north of town he saw a large number of towns people gathered near the woods. As he got out of the car, he recognized several people. Sending polite nods towards several old friends and acquaintances he stop right next to Bert Landry. Bert was the cook of Merlott's and like him, all be it slightly older, ex marine. As he got sight of Angelo he spoke up.<br/>
"Angelo Broussard... heard ya were back. Gianna won't stop yapping about you not returning her calls... driving me up the walls boy. You better call her."<br/>
Before Angelo could respond, Sheriff Townsend addressed all which had gathered. After briefing everyone on the situation everyone was paired off and would be spread along a long line to sweep the woods. Angelo was paired with Bert and they soon began walking slowly through the forest in search of the 11 missing kids.<br/>
<br/>
They had been walking for over an hour, pushing through shrubs and low hanging branches when Angelo broke the silence. "Aren't you supposed to be at Merlott's right about now Bert?<br/>
Looking at Angelo he gave a worried look. One of the missing kids is my sister's youngest... Collin." He replied solemnly.<br/>
Unsure as how to reply he threw out some mumbled response about them being alright.<br/>
A little over 15 minutes later is when it happened. As Angelo pushed away low hanging branches and walked out of the shrubs into a small clearing he was greeted by a horrifying scene. The clearing was already a buzz by flies fighting over the corpses toasting in the summer heat. Stunned at the sight he stood there a silent "My God..." escaping his lips.<br/>
Bert pushed passed Angelo know the clearing and looked around mortified. His PTSD kicking in, he fell to his knees. Crying and sobbing at the sight of so much carnage. Angelo frowned as he remembered bits from the dream he had last night and found it rather similar.<br/>
<br/>
It didn't take long for more groups to be drawn to the sounds and making their way into the clearing. Some just blatantly started retching at the sight, while others cried, yelled or fell to the ground. Angelo had seen combat, death didn't scare him anymore. Nor the sight of dead people but the way these bodies were... mutilated, used and discarded was even a lot to process for him. The rest of the afternoon Angelo spent consoling people or seeing to their needs. By the time he was planning to head home, the sun was already low in the sky. He noticed the Sheriff in a heated discussion with several fellow officers and townspeople.<br/>
<b><i>"Angelo! Wait up son!"</i></b> Townsend cried over as he ran in his direction.<br/>
<b><i>"What's up sheriff?"</i></b> he replied court, tired from all that had happened.<br/>
<br/>
It was already dark when Angelo neared the residence of the Magister. Beckett, Townsend had said he was called. Cursing under his breath he couldn't believe the Sheriff had sweet talked him into going. All the talk about honor, being a guardian to this community alongside the respectful things he had said about his parents had convinced him. As soon as he had gotten into his car however, he had regretted accepting. Why was it his task to DEMAND the Magister to look into this and hold the responsible vampires accountable? He wasn't law enforcement... heck he wasn't even military anymore. Townsend had INSISTED he should go right away, as parents called for justice. If nothing was done, there would certainly be a riot. It certainly wouldn't be the first time, mob justice was practiced in the South. He drove up to the large estate where the Magister resided. As his car came to a halt, he was hesitant to get out. He glanced at his hunting rifle, laying on the passenger seat and hovered with his hand right above it before pulling his hand away. He turned of the engine and got out, putting on his brown leather jacket, over his white T-shirt. He walked over to the gate, his hand absent mindedly brushing his sidearm tugged in the waistband of his jeans.<br/>
<b><i>"Here goes nothing..."</i></b> he spoke softly as he rang the bell at the gate of the estate. As a buzz came from the intercom he spoke in a stern voice: "Angelo Broussard... here to talk to the Magister. I was sent by Sheriff Townsend.<br/>
</div></div><div style="margin:auto;
margin-top: 10px;
width:300px;
height:20px;
font-family: new times roman;
font-size: 10px;
color: #ffffff;
font-variant: small-caps;
text-shadow: 1px 1px 5px #000000;
letter-spacing: 5px;
text-align: center;">code by <a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Fmembers%2Feclipsed.905%2F&amp;hash=1aaff82e1879804ea1132f84212894ce" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/eclipsed.905/"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">eclipsed</span></a></div>