Viper Voltage, Gunsmith

[Viper Voltage]

Okay, so... Now it's a REAL bio... YAY! Not all that interesting, no killing, no gore, no nothing, but I thought I had to do it. Also adds the scars... I forgot them all the time when Viper was topless... They're all over Viper's torso and back. They're not the ugly type, like big gashes, more like the long pale line type... So I can still get the ladies, YAY
 
 
*Ok, so... You really think the pills are THAT great? I mean, I can understand the "always happy" part... What I don't get is accepting not to care about anything else than our own happiness... So I stopped the meds. It was unvoluntary, yes, but I stopped.
Before BL/Ind, I was an aspiring weapon engineer. Still at school and all, but not far from my dream. Then BL/Ind came in... I went with the flow and started taking the meds. It worked for a time, but... One day, I ran out of pills. It was like awakening from a dream... I walked out, at first I was going to go get more pills, but when I saw what was happening without the pills affecting my mind, everything changed. I realized I had dropped everything. Studies, work, seeing the family...This wasn't like me, not like me at all. So I grabbed my old raygun, a backpack full of tools, filled my DeLorean with gun materials and food, and I ran...
On the ouskirts of BC, I got arrested. And you know what's funny? I was arrested for fun. It could've been a normal citizen and he would've been arrested all the same. I was unlucky enough to hit the group of masochist dracs that were on guard duty that day... They took me, dragged me to an alley, and had fun with me... And by "fun", I mean the kind of fun you have with sharp knives and crowbars. That day, I got a shitload of scars... Oh and my freedom too... When they were done, they just put me back in my car, laughing their asses off.
So I left. I didn't run very far... I saw a worn down abandonned garage in Zone 1 and stopped there. Looked cozy enough, and had a place to hide my dear DeLorean... Never was the running type, so I just settled down there. Not safe for a Killjoy to do that, you say? I agree, but I prefer to stay and stand. And I decided to go back to my old passion: Gunmaking. So I spent about a month getting the place in shape, while slowly modifying my raygun into a sniper. Both turned out quite nice.
Had this idea about opening a gun modshop in here, too. Yeah... It might turn out great! Next thing I knew, I was radioing to get my shop known, and from there, the party really began...
I met people. Some wonderful people, and other people far less fantastic. But one of the people I met really changed my vision of our world... Her name? It was Battery Cola. She was a girl that traveled with 2 guys. One was a fucked up 19 year old guy named Metro Meteor, that was kinda funny, when he was on his meds... The other was named Shadow Gash. He was like an urchin, all spikes on the outside but all soft on the inside... And there was her. The instant I saw her, it was like my brain blew a fuse and made an emergency shutdown. I fell for her.
I ended up with her, to my great pleasure, but only to have her broken soon after. Meteor went crazy and left, joining the ranks of BLI. And Gash disappeared who knows where... The only one she had left was me. So I comforted her. But what can I really do about severed bonds between a group of people? I'm sad to say... Not much...*