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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5309379]Voss' CS[/url]
[hider=Voss' Status][color=purple]Voss' Location:[/color]
Metropolis, in a camp aiding civilians

[color=purple]Voss’ Mood:[/color]
Sulking

[color=purple]Voss' Status:[/color]
Healthy

[color=purple]Voss' Inventory:[/color]
Curved Saber
A pair of Jakobs pistols

[color=purple]Voss' Mentions:[/color]
[@Thatguyinastore][@Lmpkio][@ProfSpacecakes][@RirisStride1][@Attesa][@ClownTown][@SkiptheKip][@ratKing][@Pixxieblush]
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The old man hardly bats an eye at Fenrir's arrival. Even if Eric hadn't recognized the Lycanroc, Voss wouldn't have cared less. He didn't take his new assignment very seriously despite the reprimanding from All-Might and Hershel. Voss is stubborn and, in most cases, just plain selfish and stupid. Although, Voss has a chance to change that, given Samus' arrival. After hearing the commotion Negan was making, Voss peered behind the corner of a wall he sat against to get a gander of the "sci-fi marine" Negan had mentioned. Part of him hoped it was one of his old pals from his previous adventures, just so he could have a familiar face here and play the victim.

[color=purple]"'Sci-fi mar...'"[/color] He stopped as if he was trying to recall something. [color=purple]"... Huat the feck are ye on 'bout...?"[/color]

He shuts himself up the moment he spots Samus. After staring at the marine for several long seconds, the nervous sea captain slowly sank back into his spot and pretended he saw nothing, all while whistling.

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