Carter Preston
name: Preston, Carter
gender: male
age: 34
sexuality: bisexual
profession: hitman
Carter Preston, a name that attracts attention in his industry.
Everyone knows him, one of the best, if not the best, hitman of his time.
A phantom, a name without a face.
Only the most powerful and wealthiest people know how to get to hire him.
He is a modest man, except for his luxurious suits and watches. He constantly changes his apartment so as not to leave any unnecessary traces, and he also invests his money to finance the 'invisible' planes and vehicles, so that no one is able to spot him.Preston more than loves to celebrate, to nurture his contacts and make new ones. He also enjoys working with other people and having physical contact with them.
Carter is a charmer, he finds it easy to disguise and retune other people in his favor, even to manipulate them.
He loves to flirt and does not mind spending a night together with his target, before their death.
But his life has not always been that easy.He was born as Armand Ridge, the son of a poor factory worker and a seriously ill mother.
Out of fear that his son would end up like himself, his father sent him to the army, where he got trained.
It was fun, he soon found some friends in his comrades. But after an unexpected attack on his troop, everyone but he died.
He searched the ruins for survivors, but found nothing but the disfigured corpses of his comrades.
Not only his comrades died that day, but Armand Ridge as well.So he disappeared, pretended to be dead and quickly found contact with an older man in the criminal business.
He continued to train Armand, now called Carter, and involved him in his business.
Carter became his best hunter, his best killer. So good that he could continue on his own even after his mentor died.
[this solo is about a event that happened when Carter was still in the Army. That means his name was still Armand back then. Enjoy!]—•the death of Armand Ridge•—War. War is everlasting and everywhere, it seems like people are not able to live together in peace.Armand was trained to end the war.
Often, however, it seemed to him that it was no use.
Taking lives does not stop a war, but it never was a problem for him.He had high chances of advancement despite his origin, because he could adapt to every situation.
He behaved like the others, completed the hard training without objections, he accepted that he had to kill people and never contradicted to anyone.
He always adjusted to things, but there was nothing he hated more than to pretend.He mastered many missions with flying colors, then he was to lead missions himself until he finally took over his own troop. Armand was responsible for the men and even got along very well with a few of them. There he found his best friends and he could be himself with them.
Tyler and Chris have supported him from the beginning, the three men had the same sense of humor, as well as the same interests. Also the fact that Armand came from a rather poor family was no problem for them.
So they did everything together; they laughed together, exchanged experiences, stories and mourned together.
The fact that they met was a blessing to Armand.——They were tired, exhausted, some of them even injured, some dead.
The soldiers had had a hard time, nobody expected to face so many of their enemies and Armand felt responsible for all of this.
He was ordered to split his troop, sending everyone in a different direction to secure the area. All of their enemies were either shot by them or withdrew.
They had won, for today.Armand chose ten more of his best men to join him and they went northward, to secure a small settlement there. They told him that they already went through it and secured it, but they should take another look to make sure that it’s empty.Usually Armand leads his troop by being the first one to enter the area, but he was distracted by the injuries he got in the crossfire. It was hard to walk, the gunshot wound on his leg looked quite bad and was pretty sore.
So he stayed further behind, he was entrusting Tyler with anything, including the leadership of his men.Their steps became heavier, sluggish and slow. Their eyelids were heavy lidded, their whole body was exhausted. Everyone was looking forward to go home after this mission; to see their family and friends again, to have proper meals, to sleep in a soft bed. Silence.They were not prepared for this silence to come so quickly, with a loud and huge bang. An explosion, a spectacular firework of dynamite, blood and sand.
The force of the explosion threw Armand over and he flew a few feet, until his scarred back landed on the hard ground. The noise in his ears was getting louder, it even drowned his thoughts. His head hurt and he was sure that he was suffering more injuries now. Slowly he straightened up, the confusion about what had happened was still present on his face.
For a short moment, he thought he got blind, but it was only the dense sand that flew through the air. He tried to get up, and as his vision got clearer, his heart stopped.
Next to the immense crater in the sand, there were many lifeless bodies, which were not recognizable. Or rather body-parts, all over the place. There was so much blood, organs- he couldn’t even make out arms or legs, let alone people.They were the remains of his men. The men he should’ve protected.He was breathing heavily, dragging himself forward to take a look at it from up close. Everyone was dead, not one of them alive or in one piece.
He did not have much time, it was his fault, the biggest mistake he ever made. He should’ve been there, he should’ve been the one leading them. He should’ve died.Everyone was dead; his best men, his best friends. And Armand also died that day.
becoming Carter Preston.After having served in the army, he had difficulties rebuilding his life. He needed a new identity, a new job. After all, he had nothing, was only the son of someone.
Whether it was destiny, luck or just a coincidence, he does not know - but Carter met his future mentor; Mick. He got him all that he needed, gave him a new name, a past, a future.
In return, Carter had to be trained by Mick to later work for him.[ Mick Montes; the best American hitman known in history, replaced by Carter Preston after his death. People were telling stories about how he trained the young and lost boy, turning him into the skilled and successful man he is now. ]An advantage was his experience in the army, that Carter was a gifted gunner. That helped tremendously with the training to Mick's successor.
At first he just wanted someone to help him do the dirty work. But the two became very good friends, Mick was a kind of substitute father for Carter. They were family with a rather unusual and criminal passion that linked the two men together. With Micks help, Carter learned how to fight boxing matches, fencing, knife-fights or other weapons of that nature. And not only that; he learned to win every one of these fights, to become the master of every situation.
It was hard training, which brought him some scars and many painful nights. Until it was him who hurt his opponents. Until he won every one of these fights reliably.
Shooting training was the most fun for him - it was easy and more enjoyable than a fistfight. The only thing he had to do was pull the trigger and hit the target. Which worked in 99 percent of the cases.
He also needed to know how his weapons were put together. Carter took them apart and put them back together, each one, until he could have done so in his sleep.Mick also taught him how to behave in public and in presence of the higher society. He taught him which words to use, or the steps of every classical dance. Between all this hard training, however, he was there for his protégé.
They played cards, drank good rum and smoked the finest cigars while talking about basically anything. Mick kept repeating how proud he was of his son.
He helped Carter make numerous contacts and shaped his social environment; If anything bad ever happened, Carter would be safe.Mick Montes played God, creating Carter Preston; a masterpiece, a killer machine with heart and morality. It may sound absurd, but it is a successful combination. Carter knows how to behave in public despite his job, he knows how interpersonal relationships work and how he can use them in his favor. But he lives too. Like a normal man, because he also learned to protect his secret.The only thing Mick did not teach him was dealing with his death. This man was the most important person in Carter's life and he disappeared as suddenly as he appeared. It broke Carter, the walls he built around himself, revealing Armand a bit more.
But he pulled himself together and went on, Mick would have wanted it that way. He would’ve kicked Carters ass for mourning too long and letting down the business he built up his entire life.
He hesitatedHe is washing blood off his face and hands, looking at the reflection of himself in the dirty bathroom mirror. The red colored water disappearing in the drain.
Carter didn’t know where he was exactly, only that it was some random gas station, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.
The dazzling and flickering light of the neon tube hurt in his eyes, but did barely light up the whole room.The man let out a groan, slamming his fist into the mirror, not bothering himself to stop his knuckles from bleeding. Carter looked into the shattered glass, breathing heavily.
This shouldn’t have happened. It was too dangerous, too close. He hasn’t lost his concentration like that before, it could’ve been his death.Fingers clenching around the metal sink, he took deep breaths and stared into his own eyes. Some blood was dripping from a small wound on his forehead, but he ignores it just as he does with his right hand.
His vision was blurry, and he doesn’t know why. He was weaker than usual, he hesitated; which he has never done before. Something was wrong with him, but he had no idea what it could be.Carter opened the tap, letting some cool water flow out of it before he held his hands under the water, splashing some of it into his face again. The coolness off the liquid made him feel a bit more awake than before.
The blood was mixing up with the water, running down the side of his cheek. Carter wiped it off, taking some of the paper towels to dry himself up.He left the bathroom a few minutes later, the door falling into the lock with a small thud. Carter looked back at it once again, but then kept walking towards his car, unlocking the doors.
The male got inside, closing the door and turning on the car as well as the small lamp on the cars ceiling, looking at the backseat where some of his weapons were.
Carter wasn’t so sure of the mission anymore either, all his memories where rather blurry, only quick pictures of the events which happened flashed in front of his eyes.
Though the male tried to ignore it, turning on the engine and driving off the empty parking lot. He turned the volume of his radio up, listening to the local news, a little relieved that he couldn’t hear anything about what he might’ve done.
Carter wasn’t sure how long he’d take until he’s home, or to his hotel. Depending on where he was or rather where he is at the moment. There wasn’t anyone on the streets beside him, everything around him was dark, there was no sign of any other cars or human beings. While he kept driving, for minutes, hours even, his eyes got heavy. He started yawning, his vision getting blurry again. His hands were holding tightly onto the steering wheel, trying to keep concentrating on the road in front of him.
But suddenly, a wave of exhaustion overcame him, his grip loosening, his eyes falling shut.
It only took seconds for the car to deviate from the road, drive into a ditch and overturn.
Carter didn’t notice anything of that, he was unconscious almost immediately, knocked out by one of his guns hitting him on the head.The scenery was horrible, the car looked completely wracked, as if no one could’ve survived that accident.