1x1 roleplayer -Preacher with a 12 gauge
"There was once an conglomeration of affairs that kept a violent mind in constant cycle, but even those so engulfed by unforgivable sins are not immune to the transcendence of ones words. Should not the multitude of monstrous prayers be answered? Make a man full of talk be justified? Should even those beyond redemption find their own semblance of peace?"

"For I am now the calm storm that rages, forever waiting. For thou hast said, My doctrine is pure, and I am clean in thine eyes."
Ezekiel Saylor
Ready yourself for the impending seat of war

evelyn-tse:

Then leave.

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"not without telling me why you gave up the illusion to come back."

#eve
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evelyn-tse:

"Did you view my body, did you see my eye’s close and heart no longer beating? Did you hold my hand and kiss my fingertips?"

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"You were to think, what you were installed to. Certain actions had to be taken, if the fire is left to burn then the flames with arise again"

Installed to? Actions all of which had irreproachable consequences, to me..to her..

and the people once dared to called me a selfish zealot, when in fact the essential cycles of your being has had us in turmoil..and yet, yet come down to the last breath you ask I consider the need of it? No Evelyn this doesn’t work. This never worked.”

#eve
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evelyn-tse:


"Even after all these years and you can’t say a simple sentence in English. But here you are the riddler, running further into a dark tunnel. " 

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"You speak of heartbreak, as though you were alone. How naive of you to believe that, did you learn nothing about me."

"You had passed on, I prayed for you at an erected grave! The perishable spirit had overtaken me and I succumbed to the whim of basic human abbreviation, the solitude after could be a metronome beat with it’s consistency!

"You approached me as a specter what was I to think?"

#ME? #no!~ #eve
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evelyn-tse:

ezekielsaylor:

evelyn-tse:


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"You have pretty big feet, wherever you go it’s easy to track you. Maybe you should take more time and cover your tracks. You can’t be that big of a fool."

"Well the inclination to fallow must not be so divided from your adoration for the passing years between us. Once again I run, and again you fallow in kind."

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NO YOU FUCKING PRICK.

"Voice fallen while you arise a ghost for the innumerable amount of time. Fate displaced ans the cache of hurt that builds upon my insides., Why would I not move on?"

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evelyn-tse:


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"You have pretty big feet, wherever you go it’s easy to track you. Maybe you should take more time and cover your tracks. You can’t be that big of a fool."

"Well the inclination to fallow must not be so divided from your adoration for the passing years between us. Once again I run, and again you fallow in kind."

reblogged 5 months ago @ 18 Feb 2014 with 13 notes via/source

Ladies and Gentleman of the congregation, let me announce to you the greatest rebirth seen since the ventilation of exhaustive circumstance, since the Son of our lord took upon the tar covered souls and proceeded to parade them nude among the shifting tides of effervescent ineptitude. I have been lost.. you have been lost. We walk among the valley petulance and abysmal fortune, shaking our sunken heads and debasing ourselves among the familiarity. We curse and uphold a valiant effort to subscribe to histories and demeanor of old, but we are forever encumbered by the catatonic pressures.

We walk, we walk eternal, post habitual or not there is a sense of resurgence among you! I can feel it! I can see your need to stand before me, before the muti-pronged solvent of God and repent to him your sins as if to be crystalline purity. There is his walk in your eyes and his sacrifice in your shoes and you shall walk upon his grace with weapons in hand and iron in mouth. For we have all transversed to the mountain and begotten the ides of prophets and apostles. Chosen twelve to the dime to displace the word of law and transplant the word of War. In every sense we will profit from the the systematic burdening of those accosted by their own means and those meant to be subversive.

The battle over the dead sea will be brought to the front, so that it will be accessed by all means, all communication, so that it will never be ignored by those that threaten a subsidy of equality to those that have already sacrificed. For we are the fury, the tides that curl the beach into submission and corrode the enemy to dust and debris. Total evanescence recorded through the bloat that shall remain at the surface as meat to a slaughter heralded by Him.

FOR HE HIMSELF ASKED THAT SOMEONE PREVAIL AS THE CHIEFTAIN OF BATTLE, GUIDE THE FLOCK WHEREVER THEY GO AND LEAD THEM INTO WAR SO THE COMMUNITY OF THE LORD WILL NOT SLEEP AS SHEEP TO THE SLAUGHTER. MEN, WOMAN FOLK OF THIS TEMPLE I ASSURE YOU YOU ARE NOT WITHOUT YOUR SHEPARD FOR YOU SHALL BE ESCORTED INTO THE FINALITY OF ALL- AND YOU SHALL BE REWARDED!

Favourite things in 2013 - [4/10] Female characters - Joan Watson (Elementary)

reblogged 7 months ago @ 10 Dec 2013 with 878 notes via/source

evelyn-tse:

Good Bye Evelyn Tse. 

I don’t understand Evelyn..

reblogged 9 months ago @ 21 Oct 2013 with 41 notes via/source
Name: Ezekiel Saylor
Age:56
Occupation: Retired
Affiliation: Unaffiliated




"I may be resolute in knowing that I am no longer part of a world in constant recourse, but that doesn’t mean the white light of the Lord’s vengeance has ceased to course within my blood."
One would never guess that this mild mannered man with his penchants for words and his now simple life was once a methamphetamine king and violent preacher. With the death of his first wife Anna Saylor by the hands of unknown assailants being the catalyst; madness overtook. Morality cast aside in favor of industrious tactics, all manner of illegal operations were set in motion to form mass control. Ezekiel now lead a life dedicated to expanding an empire beyond the groves of his hometown, stretching out devious links all in the name of greater commerce and power.
But as any great king can attest, your rule goes only as far as your reign, and when that is being compromised by the DEA and federal mandate at every turn, that course has a short life. Complications arose out of the feud that had formed within the barriers of the town between his family and that of a now transplanted motorcycle club. Not only did ideologies greatly disagree, but turf wars turned into manslaughter, and manslaughter into a deep ocean of blood upon Ezekiel’s hands. Before the full-out war could commence between the two houses disaster struck by way of a unearthed methamphetamine lab.
It was within the prison walls were Ezekiel would find his saving grace. A strange bond that formed between him and one of the Police officers by the name Evelyn Tse was enough to get him out of the small town system and into the wind. What was completely unexpected was that this uniting of forces would grow into something solid and immutable. As difficult as it was for Ezekiel to cast aside his rage and his theological torment, all it took was time and an impregnation to finally give him the perspective that he had been so sorely needing. After the birth of his only daughter Helena, and the almost death of her mother by way of complications therein, Ezekiel has now dedicated his life to protecting them.
Making use of his talents with maneuvering funds, and manipulating the systems that be Ezekiel now survives off the trickling effect of his past life. Knowing full well that this method of economical sustainability is not at all a long term solution he struggles daily with himself. A self aware conflict that if he were to ever fall back into his divergent ways a life sentence in federal prison would be the only outcome.
As it comes to pass the end of innumerable years, that the selfsame construct of Ezekiel’s values would host to inner conflict. That no matter how far you travel, how well you transpose your love onto your child and partner, sometimes you cannot outrun the wrath within, the criminal, the preacher. 

✓ Dedicated, Resourceful, Pragmatic
✗ Reserved, Violent, Adversarial

CONNECTIONS;;

PIA TOMMS: The only connection from his past life, Pia acted as Ezekiel’s major gun supplier for his holy army. Even though the woman’s relations also sided with that of the opposing motorcycle club he was never one to doubt her neutrality. This trust managed to form into a longer sentence friendship that has spanned many years. Even though Ezekiel is as far removed from the game as possible these days he still writes to her on a frequent basis. Not only does this stifle some of his boredom, but also keeps him informed of an underworld that he can’t help but keep tabs on.
HELENA SAYLOR-TSE: If there was one thing that kept Ezekiel from falling back into his underworld ways it was his daughter Helena. Having spent the first year alone with her while Evelyn suffered from a comatose state his bond with her is stronger than any other person in his life. To say that Ezekiel was proud to see her take up her mother’s profession as a police officer would be an exaggeration. Not that he wanted for her to go down any other path, but falling into the rank of a agent of the law makes one a substantial target. Pressing concerns of Ezekiel’s old enemies finding out their relation keeps him awake at night and aggravates his blood pressure.
  • Name: Ezekiel Saylor
  • Age:56
  • Occupation: Retired
  • Affiliation: Unaffiliated

"I may be resolute in knowing that I am no longer part of a world in constant recourse, but that doesn’t mean the white light of the Lord’s vengeance has ceased to course within my blood."

One would never guess that this mild mannered man with his penchants for words and his now simple life was once a methamphetamine king and violent preacher. With the death of his first wife Anna Saylor by the hands of unknown assailants being the catalyst; madness overtook. Morality cast aside in favor of industrious tactics, all manner of illegal operations were set in motion to form mass control. Ezekiel now lead a life dedicated to expanding an empire beyond the groves of his hometown, stretching out devious links all in the name of greater commerce and power.

But as any great king can attest, your rule goes only as far as your reign, and when that is being compromised by the DEA and federal mandate at every turn, that course has a short life. Complications arose out of the feud that had formed within the barriers of the town between his family and that of a now transplanted motorcycle club. Not only did ideologies greatly disagree, but turf wars turned into manslaughter, and manslaughter into a deep ocean of blood upon Ezekiel’s hands. Before the full-out war could commence between the two houses disaster struck by way of a unearthed methamphetamine lab.

It was within the prison walls were Ezekiel would find his saving grace. A strange bond that formed between him and one of the Police officers by the name Evelyn Tse was enough to get him out of the small town system and into the wind. What was completely unexpected was that this uniting of forces would grow into something solid and immutable. As difficult as it was for Ezekiel to cast aside his rage and his theological torment, all it took was time and an impregnation to finally give him the perspective that he had been so sorely needing. After the birth of his only daughter Helena, and the almost death of her mother by way of complications therein, Ezekiel has now dedicated his life to protecting them.

Making use of his talents with maneuvering funds, and manipulating the systems that be Ezekiel now survives off the trickling effect of his past life. Knowing full well that this method of economical sustainability is not at all a long term solution he struggles daily with himself. A self aware conflict that if he were to ever fall back into his divergent ways a life sentence in federal prison would be the only outcome.

As it comes to pass the end of innumerable years, that the selfsame construct of Ezekiel’s values would host to inner conflict. That no matter how far you travel, how well you transpose your love onto your child and partner, sometimes you cannot outrun the wrath within, the criminal, the preacher. 

✓ Dedicated, Resourceful, Pragmatic

✗ Reserved, Violent, Adversarial

CONNECTIONS;;

PIA TOMMS: The only connection from his past life, Pia acted as Ezekiel’s major gun supplier for his holy army. Even though the woman’s relations also sided with that of the opposing motorcycle club he was never one to doubt her neutrality. This trust managed to form into a longer sentence friendship that has spanned many years. Even though Ezekiel is as far removed from the game as possible these days he still writes to her on a frequent basis. Not only does this stifle some of his boredom, but also keeps him informed of an underworld that he can’t help but keep tabs on.

HELENA SAYLOR-TSE: If there was one thing that kept Ezekiel from falling back into his underworld ways it was his daughter Helena. Having spent the first year alone with her while Evelyn suffered from a comatose state his bond with her is stronger than any other person in his life. To say that Ezekiel was proud to see her take up her mother’s profession as a police officer would be an exaggeration. Not that he wanted for her to go down any other path, but falling into the rank of a agent of the law makes one a substantial target. Pressing concerns of Ezekiel’s old enemies finding out their relation keeps him awake at night and aggravates his blood pressure.

posted 9 months ago @ 20 Oct 2013 with 2 notes