hogwartskid7
Ex-Umbrella Scientist
Okay everyone, this is my last time restarting this one. If it doesn't work out, I'll make a completely different one. Okay...get ready.
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Name: Deseir Garrett.
Age: 14
Equip: Dual-Wielding Silver Ghost with 20 shots and a Combat Knife.
Bio: Deseir Garrett is a boy who was adopted by his grandparents as a baby after his parents died. When he was 7, his grandfather died, and his grandmother was put into a nursing home. He's been living with his young uncle, Lyle Garrett, since. When he turned 10, Desier started to come with his uncle to work, at Umbrella Corp. At the age of 12, Deseir was able to understand most of the things they talked about, and eventually started helping them with a new project...the "T" Project. From what he heard, Deseir wasn't the first child genius in Umbrella Corp. He is also close friends with the members of S.T.A.R.S., especially Jill Valentine, who is like an mom to him.
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Deseir walked throughout the chaos of Raccoon City. All around him people were screaming, pushing, shoving and even trampling over each other trying to get to safety. To the left, he saw two men fighting each other, only for one of them to get pulled to the ground and eaten. To the left, someone was was (Mr. Lloyd, probably) breaking the glass to a T.V. store. It made him shake his head when he saw what people would do in a state of complete chaos.
Deseir heard a loud crash, and when he looked to the left, Deseir saw a woman had crashed her Station Wagon into a light pole. She get out, stumbling to get to the back door. She tried opening it, but to no avail.
Deseir looked towards the safety checkpoint, then back at the lady. As he looked closer, he could see there was a toddler in the back seat. Dammit! he thought to himself running to the car, which was slowly attracting "visitors". He yanked at the car door, but it wouldn't budge. He felt a pair of hand grab at him and looked back, seeing the woman pointing at his gun. Nodding, Deseir let the woman take his gun, fending off the monsters as he worked on the door.
Deseir got in the front seat of the vehicle and started cutting the boy's seat belts. How many bullets did he have in his gun? 20? And how many had the woman shot?
He finished cutting the seat belt off of the boy, then quickly handed him to his mother.
"Thank you!" she exclaimed, tears running down her cheeks. She started to hand the gun back to Deseir, but he shook his head and gave her a box of 10 bullets after reloading the gun.
"Keep it," he said softly, "Anything can happen between the 20 yards between you all and the checkpoint." The woman looked at him with gratitude, then hurried away with her son. Deseir watched the for a few seconds, feeling a deep sense of dread. He couldn't leave the city yet. He still had somethings to take care of.
Deseir turned around and started running opposite of the direction of the survivors. After about 10 minutes of running, Deseir finally took a break in an abandoned street. He bent over an put his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. Deseir pulled out his inhaler and took 3 puffs, just like the Umbrella scientists said to.
Yeah, didn't they also say that we were just doing some harmless researching? He scoffed at his accusation. It's also his fault people are dying. He helped develop the viruses responsible for everything.
Deseir straightened up and examined where he was. [/i]East Street, he thought to himself. This is where everyone did most of their shopping. Up and down the street were a collection of different shops, like Old Typewriter, a pawn shop that supplied the city with all of it's antique typewriters, or Jill Sandwich, the best barbeque restaurant in town. The aroma of the char-broiled burgers filled his nose, and Deseir found himself slowly making his way to the restaurant. I'll need to get something to eat, since I'm hungry, and maybe there are survivors in there. The thought made Deseir feel better. As he got closer, Deseir heard soft thuds against the broken rocks and he stopped. Then, he heard a low growling noise and turned around slowly, only to see the horror that stood before him; 7 zombie dogs (Cerberus, as they were called back in the labs) were slowly making their way towards him. The restaurant was 20 feet away, but he'll be torn to shreds before he'd be able to make it. Deseir slowly grabbed his second pistol from the holster on his hip, and checked his back-up ammo.Ten bullets?! he thought. Where did the other ones... then he remembered. He must've given the other box of ammo to the lady with the kid. Deseir swallowed hard, then looked around. There weren't very many options to choose from. Should he make his way for the restaurant, or should he fight off the dogs? Deseir didn't realize it, but he was slowly backing up, and as he was, he lost his footing, slipping and falling on his backside.
"Oh, fu-!"
The first one lunged.
__________________________________________________________________________________________
Name: Deseir Garrett.
Age: 14
Equip: Dual-Wielding Silver Ghost with 20 shots and a Combat Knife.
Bio: Deseir Garrett is a boy who was adopted by his grandparents as a baby after his parents died. When he was 7, his grandfather died, and his grandmother was put into a nursing home. He's been living with his young uncle, Lyle Garrett, since. When he turned 10, Desier started to come with his uncle to work, at Umbrella Corp. At the age of 12, Deseir was able to understand most of the things they talked about, and eventually started helping them with a new project...the "T" Project. From what he heard, Deseir wasn't the first child genius in Umbrella Corp. He is also close friends with the members of S.T.A.R.S., especially Jill Valentine, who is like an mom to him.
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Deseir walked throughout the chaos of Raccoon City. All around him people were screaming, pushing, shoving and even trampling over each other trying to get to safety. To the left, he saw two men fighting each other, only for one of them to get pulled to the ground and eaten. To the left, someone was was (Mr. Lloyd, probably) breaking the glass to a T.V. store. It made him shake his head when he saw what people would do in a state of complete chaos.
Deseir heard a loud crash, and when he looked to the left, Deseir saw a woman had crashed her Station Wagon into a light pole. She get out, stumbling to get to the back door. She tried opening it, but to no avail.
Deseir looked towards the safety checkpoint, then back at the lady. As he looked closer, he could see there was a toddler in the back seat. Dammit! he thought to himself running to the car, which was slowly attracting "visitors". He yanked at the car door, but it wouldn't budge. He felt a pair of hand grab at him and looked back, seeing the woman pointing at his gun. Nodding, Deseir let the woman take his gun, fending off the monsters as he worked on the door.
Deseir got in the front seat of the vehicle and started cutting the boy's seat belts. How many bullets did he have in his gun? 20? And how many had the woman shot?
He finished cutting the seat belt off of the boy, then quickly handed him to his mother.
"Thank you!" she exclaimed, tears running down her cheeks. She started to hand the gun back to Deseir, but he shook his head and gave her a box of 10 bullets after reloading the gun.
"Keep it," he said softly, "Anything can happen between the 20 yards between you all and the checkpoint." The woman looked at him with gratitude, then hurried away with her son. Deseir watched the for a few seconds, feeling a deep sense of dread. He couldn't leave the city yet. He still had somethings to take care of.
Deseir turned around and started running opposite of the direction of the survivors. After about 10 minutes of running, Deseir finally took a break in an abandoned street. He bent over an put his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. Deseir pulled out his inhaler and took 3 puffs, just like the Umbrella scientists said to.
Yeah, didn't they also say that we were just doing some harmless researching? He scoffed at his accusation. It's also his fault people are dying. He helped develop the viruses responsible for everything.
Deseir straightened up and examined where he was. [/i]East Street, he thought to himself. This is where everyone did most of their shopping. Up and down the street were a collection of different shops, like Old Typewriter, a pawn shop that supplied the city with all of it's antique typewriters, or Jill Sandwich, the best barbeque restaurant in town. The aroma of the char-broiled burgers filled his nose, and Deseir found himself slowly making his way to the restaurant. I'll need to get something to eat, since I'm hungry, and maybe there are survivors in there. The thought made Deseir feel better. As he got closer, Deseir heard soft thuds against the broken rocks and he stopped. Then, he heard a low growling noise and turned around slowly, only to see the horror that stood before him; 7 zombie dogs (Cerberus, as they were called back in the labs) were slowly making their way towards him. The restaurant was 20 feet away, but he'll be torn to shreds before he'd be able to make it. Deseir slowly grabbed his second pistol from the holster on his hip, and checked his back-up ammo.Ten bullets?! he thought. Where did the other ones... then he remembered. He must've given the other box of ammo to the lady with the kid. Deseir swallowed hard, then looked around. There weren't very many options to choose from. Should he make his way for the restaurant, or should he fight off the dogs? Deseir didn't realize it, but he was slowly backing up, and as he was, he lost his footing, slipping and falling on his backside.
"Oh, fu-!"
The first one lunged.
