Thread: The Sharp, The Quick, and The Dead ((Me and ReaperDouble0))))

Thomas Alexander Bartholomou Tiberious Alexander Nathrindel Hellsing The Third, First class Sniper, God eye of the Imperial Army, High Badass in the first degree, wielder of the 199 symphony of death cannon, and many many MANY more titles earned in over a decade of magical combat with hi homes army was amused. Only those who truly knew him, knew how truly rare that was. Thomas had recently retired from military service, at the ripe old age of 21. How a twenty one year old man, could have over 8 decades of service metals involved a war, two alternate universes, and the goddess of tie herself. But the simple truth was Thomas's story was multiple books, before he Retired and joined the guild known as Fairy Tail for an easy nap or three. Money for retired soldiers wasn't' great in the great kingdom, so the Merc with a mouth had joined Fairy Tail to enjoy the large breasts, and good stories while doing minimum work jobs. Unfortunately after a drunken three way with Kanna, Erza, and Lucy he'd been given a two week ban from the main guild hall. The gun singer and master of Pervert Magic was annoyed, but figured it was more for his own safety then any serious guild issues. He personally blamed the pictures of it ending up in both the paper and on the guild message board on Natsu and Happy, but he wasn't' sure how to prove it, yet. So the perverted gun mage, and the only other mage not currently hunting for his blood or returning from a mission or wounded from a mission had been shoved together and given an S rank mission. Apparently a fire elemental was harassing a town n the outskirts of the kingdom, and him and his partner were finally set to arrive and in fact had done so a few hours ago. Thomas looked like a mix of a western hero, and a modern day movie badass. He wore a fedora style hat, over white blond spikey hair A thick elaborately braided french braid of hair went to how lower back. The coat he wore seemed to both look ridiculous and awesome. Somehow it was layered to allow his arms under it, similar to a pancho a bit longer then his belt. While the sides and back continued down to his ankles. Black sunglasses with crimson frames hid his eyes the right dark blue, the left ice blue with three scars down it. Any time the pancho moved just right a trio of belts caught a skilled lookers eye nine massive storage gems, and three belts of them The number was ridiculous, but in a world where a gesture could send a beam of ice, storage gems were by far the least impressive magical artifact people wore. Thomas of the many long titles wore simple but comfortable looking jeans, and cowboy boots made out of the same leather fabric as his pancho duster. The only weapons found if one ordered him to remove the pancho duster were a single revolver under his left armpit, and three knives, one in each boot, and on on his right hip. The reason for his amusement became obvious to him again, as he turned the sexual toys inn his partner to ma. Smiling as the village leader explained where he thought the beast was living. Thomas was less then slightly worried. The only reason this was an S rank mission was the Fire Elemental was a high level beast and an old one. Plus the village was rich and so could afford to pay the S rank price.