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Spoilers for The Old Guard

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Player name: Parks Player age: 28 Player contact: everlark Other characters played: Eames (Inception) Character name: Booker Age: Looks ~40, is actually ~200 Canon: The Old Guard Info: Booker was around around 200 years ago and fought under Napoleon. He had three sons. The youngest, Jean-Pierre, was the last of his siblings to die at 42. He had cancer, and he resented his father toward the end for having immortality, leaving a lasting mark on Booker. Then: wikipedia and wiki Canon point: The end, after the bonus scene Samples: Sample One (Network - Audio: Message to Andy) [It takes Booker a few hours to send this. He's not really sure it's a good idea, but Andy's the only one here who will listen.] Andy? It's... it's Booker. I know what you said. I know what I did. But this is an entirely different situation, right? I know what Nicky and Joe are feeling. I know what they'll say. But you know this is different, this new place we're in. I need help, Andy, [he says, rubbing at his stubble.] I'll make it right. I promise, somehow, I will. Just don't leave me hanging here. [He pauses, about to hang up, and then adds in:] Miss you. Take care. [He hangs up.] Sample Two Booker stands from the bed he'd chosen, one of many in the room, though he's alone at the moment. It's strange; he's never been in space, despite his long life. A new thing for him. Hm. Life is funny like that. He makes his way to the observation room, one of his favorite spots. Here, he can just look out at vast space and think for a while. It's been hard living with himself after his betrayal. He knows he had his reasons, and that he thought Andy would agree, but it was wrong. Andy's right. Not that way. But it's also hard not to be a little bitter. One hundred years. And he's sure Nicky and Joe will try to keep it up here as well. Booker's sure he deserves this punishment, but God, does it suck. He's been trying to meet other people, actually care about them, but it's difficult. They're like statuettes of glass. In a blink, they'll be gone, and Booker's not sure he can handle that. He stops in front of the window. The view always stops him short nowadays. He really has no choice, he realizes. Even if Andy and the others forgive him, he's got to get used to these breakable people. To losing again. He takes a seat, taking out his flask and taking a drink. “Here's to new people and places,” he says to no one in particular. He pauses, then takes a swallow. To new people and places. Sample Three Comms are down. Everyone’s dead inside this abandoned spaceship. And Booker's alone and turned around. “Damn it,” he says under his breath. He'd known he shouldn't have come. That this would end in failure. He cocks his gun, prepared for a battle as the alarm light in the ship glows and then dims. He steps into the next room, and the sight before him has him losing his breath. Dead. All of them are dead. Something tore some of them apart, and some are perfectly in tact. His boot touches a young man's face, and he recoils, images of Jean-Pierre's still face flashing in his mind. All things die. He feels a little sick, and he shakes his head, feeling ridiculous. He's seen much worse throughout the years. He buries the feelings and holds up his gun, stepping forward swiftly through the bodies. It's quiet. But hopefully he'll find the others soon. Plans: Making sad faces at the fam nbd ... No really, I'd like to try and get his faith back in humanity (a big feat, I know) and get him some friends and get him a little less sad. Suggestions: Idk I'm so bad at this CRIES