This section is for my own COMIC character [i]Burg Zmija[/i]. [hider=Party-Animal "quest".]I have both in school and away from school experiences experimenting with fighting to be your favorite animal, some call it Soulmate, and others a knightly prestige of honor. The away from school Fair Ladies got me encouraged to accept it even in a carnival prosperity of loyalness. 

I've had a Birthday Party in Kindergarten, and I've gone to some birthday parties, vaguely, too. They were doing it like a Serf, my only public birthday party was in school - So, I'm atleast a Sellsword. I was to young to fancy myself a Gendry for the earlier birthday parties, but gradually I accepted a pretense of Guardian.

I learned the true meaning of peer pressure, not as a sense of popularity, but as nobility in the early 3rd Grade year. There I was getting ready to be the first Ranger of the classroom, I had been hearing enough of the students to attempt to be a peer. Had I known about being a Court Ranger before I can imagine also not becoming a general opponent, as a Ranger.
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There's a word that's said "petty". It's my duty to shed that away from my esteem, so I have accounted what Birthdays I have gotten to, and parties seperate from the Sellsword variety - where I was relaxed, and becoming a honed opponent.
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Burgs are suburbs that survived a Town, and so the Town's Mayor has begun fixing the place into a Village. A Suburb is like a plain for a Burg, as they're the next generation of Houses to defeat "incorporated". But that's just uncouth talk.

I came from an apartment complex with a kid bicycle gang, of maybe 8 memhers, that tried to wear matching blue jean vests. They were like ages 8 or something, as I was 4. After moving to this Burg, it was not a Neighborhood yet, it was just developed a part of the Burrough. When my house was ready, we moved in, and it was just learning Cross-Streets, as I've already had friends before.

my sister must of told the bicycle gang about where we lived, because the boy whose bicycle I hoodwinked from the apartments eventually found the Burg with a gang of about 9 bicyclists. They came for me specifically, as I semi-jogged my distance from them. I was amused that so many had come, but with it being a new Burg my instincts told me to endure it, so I didn't let them get close to me. They cruised their distance for 2-3 blocks like that with me. I lured them into a cul-de-sac and then got off the street behind the houses, and began to flank when some girl from the cul-de-sac saw them, and I could hear her say to them to stop following me. I never saw them again.

Another moment in the Burg was when the local daycare house had my sister. She told people a random rumor about me, and I was with her that day, otherwise I doubt it'd of reached me because the parents of the house, too, gave me grimaces. She made the daycare wench quit the South of the Burg. She stuck to my block in the North. I never figured out the rumor, nor has any person ever told me. I've just been mightier than them by default, and made sure to keep it that way. 

And lastly there was 1 or 2 blames the police said I committed, and I didn't, but because I didn't I didn't try to defend myself, choosing to listen to the police officer entirely befoure I make my Court Ranger judgement. Once the police officer didn't say what for, he was just instantly blaming me. That was the time I didn't get afronted, I had no desire to be a Guardian of the Burg, I was going for Hero. I was also like 6. The other time they said I got out a marble maze toy from the Burg Park. It had 3 marbles with 6 holes, 3 in center 3 on the edges. It was drilled in with stakes that had no flattops to remove them, and the plastic itself was color coated to match the park, so I wouldn't of had the idea to even [b]kick/or bash[/b] the thing out from it's 2nd floor height. It was overlooking the Park by the slides. To not hurt myself I'd of needed to have it fall off - that'd make noise, no matter what I did to get it off. And if I were to have it fall inwards, which was impossible because it was like 12ft up and in a corner of blue metal rung-guards, I'd of had to been smart to have it fall inward by use of a saw upwards, which is dangerous- but nothing should penetrate the plastic. The metal rungs were enough to discern an attempt to stab, or drill a hole to then saw upwards.... But no saw is worth that effort. I wish I could blame some delinquents I rivaled here (at the Park a lone blue vest and his buddy encouraged me to fight another boy at the park, and only because I knew the boy already I instinctually chose to fight him for extra might that I just was gaining by being proud to have been venturing outside doing things by my self. It was terrible. All I did was clench his hair with both my fists and tried to drag him nearer to me, but being tall it was just pulled down or something. I suppose it could of been acknowledging arms length to hold him by 1 arm and punch his face in with the other.) but it's just not possible I think to have gotten away with it like it was a crime. 

Maybe the police just did that.

The maze was gone from the park when I went there. Now that I think about it, it probably got vandalized, and maybe had my name on it from that - so I got blamed. . .
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I created this character to avenge my Prince virtue. In school before I got committed to Ranger, or Swordsman stuff, or even the thievery there was the very first rival virtue I accepted to have; My Prince. Only two things remind me of it, other than making this character. The first is when I chose the "favorite color orange". In class favorite colors were being talked about in 3rd Grade, and 3rd Grade for me is when monarchial virtues of nobility really fulfilled themselves/beauracracy was some sort of imperialism or something to rival against. I was not sitting down when it happened, and so I had a rather whimsical approach to it - I stated that orange was my favorite color to be a better rival to my own self. 
The 2nd thing is when the Alchemist girl, procurating others to feel the same instead of keeping back from the attention of beauracrats because that'd give fervor to the minorities to try and steal popularity - when it wasn't about it needing to be might specifically, as it was gained hopefully to be a recess thing in a winning situation of goodness, thus nobility and monarchial became virtuous and open for all - but beauracracy tried to steal that. Well, I didn't side with the Alchemist's Duelists, I instead sided with like the regular type of Duelists of the nobility factions - Ranger, Musketeer, Knight, Kawaler, Hidalgo, Bachelor, and even Prince. But I had to be a Prince indefinitly to sustain those virtues because the Alchemists had Viziers. A vizier is the actual enemy of the world, they posed as enforcers/assassins for the persian ethnicities to get the more likely candidate opponents to Terrorist, by making them/or themselves Emmissaries. These bitches are Terrorist, Emmissaries, Viziers, Shieks, Emirs, then Sultans (atleast to my knowledge. I do not study their rankings) and the Slavers, which believe the Bible's "A.D." meant they should try to enslave their own Ethnicity, as a means to hide in the beginning, towards Human-Trafficking- which used their charming good looks to splurge germs into Popular Students drinks when they weren't looking, so when they did they would be confused by the availability of the Germer being consciously handsome in appearance, dealing confusion to the Victim from resisting because the sense of heroism was defaulting- it created Party-Animals as Gangsters in and out of School; When I got paid to go to High School because of special education mishaps I would spend my money immediately to rival the Alchemist's I never learned of. That'd usually be an immediate investment in marijuana, so as to not linger with the cause on my cellphone - hoping to obliviate them inevitably. Which I need to fight them to avenge Damsels, not the Bimbos. Bimbos are pretending to be My Peer Ladies, but a general term, instead of Floozy. Which is derived from "Flower", but is trying to have sex with vagrants instead of Nobility like Rangers or Knights of School, to help pretend a pretense for the Victims to believe they're atlest Entrepeneurs- thinking they're Tramps already, so they had an edge to popularity. And the word "Flue", because they only learned through immediate next Boy gains to not mistake the other Boy as wrathful. Flowers, Cooties, Floozies, Bimbos: Were the system I had to defeat to comprehend Damsel correctly, not needing Lady to be composed into self explanitory esteem. "Folly", "Lolly" and "Dolly" are Ladies that defeated Cooties being Harlots, and as for Maidens being Mistresses I ignored it, because "Mr." and "Ms."(MStress) was Serf stuff to me if I had not achieved my Countries Nobilitations acknowledged first, but Harlequin is acceptable. There's no need to single a Person out but I could if we were seriously, or had had been a serious fight against eachother. I did hit a Special Education Girl with my textbook in 3rd Grade, had some Girls hit me playmatefully, layed on a Floozy pinning all her limbs from advancement when she had begun coming with Mark to our Party defeating her, became adept at dismaying Girls not my Girlfriend but not a Buddy(Flower) to sustain saitabilities neutral, and defeated enough Grunge Girls to like all Musing Girls so to not become a Bopper because "Top Hats, Bow Ties, and Culduroy Pants" are misfitable beside "Gentleman". I was doing it, of course, for my own maturity because I didn't expect "puberty" to be masculine enough itself, so I kept to my peerful English nature, aside Polish, preparing to achieve Kawaler and fight the Tournament Champion of Dueling, if it existed, so in a sense the "Challenger", like when saying to Terraformists not capable of saitable Partying, if asked, that I intended to go to Motorcycle Mechanic College - it'd be an easy pay method, and it's a motorcycle virtue. And in doing so I achieved complimentary Breast Sizes from Girls, said and shown. I asked 1 Girl in HEALTH CLASS rivaling Gentleman and so I do believe that C-35 is my neutral BUST size wanted for the lackluster conglamory of Peer, I rather was just preparing to defeat her Girlfriends should they actually wanted to be indifferent because the attitude about it near her was preposterous - so there was no need to be astonished like spies in School- something Animals knew how to exubent; Had there not been a HEALTH CLASS I would of never asked any Girl.
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I was a Burglar for 11 years. I first started appreciating a lockpick a boy at a family party at the apartments had let me also use to barge into the girls room, I wasn't very active in how to attain the knowledge to what it was until many years later but I liked that it wasn't dramaticly shown to me - instead partyilily, then my solemness appreciating myself goodly at playing Hide-N-Seek against my sister, I was a petty-thief to my mother for taking money out of her purse, fore I just didn't have the knack to have wanted the allowance firstly but she and my father gave me freedom in the apartments to wander the yards so I learned to shift her cash around for petty amounts but amounts still for me to comprehend my skills. My sister took me to a Middle School basketball game whilst I was in Elementary School Grades, I don't really care for that stuff so I wandered like it was gymclass, since it was an available option. I went outside, and saw the unlocked doors of parked cars in the parkinglot behind the School, where no street could see me - I stole some cash, and that awareness was my basic instinct for stealing. I used the cover of the night gloom(although never discerned them from darkness, so I ignored both shadow and darkness at night) to sneak around my house exploring teenage agility when I couldn't sleep, and eventually I made it burglory because of skateboarding getting outside and burgling unlocked cars. For those 11 years I didn't acknowledge it was Burglory, just gaining Thief Attidude because pop(ularity)culture was random in the purest sense. So I, successful at doing it personally, had it become a quest of solidarity to not be allocated into peer-stuff but inevitably learn to prestige for my Nobility, much like I know regular Students were doing their ways too. In 2013 I think I was in 10th Grade - I joined a Real Life Super-Hero website after watching an HBO show about them overall in the U.S.A. With beginning to work around the age of 23 I had quit the website around the age 27 after the host accused me of a faulty webmessage about his religion. It wasn't me, and I believe he was lying just to be mighty visibly. So I quit. I am readying up to present myself on Youtube, just to prove I exist.

And, I have the very Burg's remains I mentioned in my own created viper pit. Although their options of getting out are small, and for them to know it successful would be to defeat me in a fight, I don't like jogging/running through it often. Even with the High School Resistance Clothing it's not the same as it could of been if my family had not moved away just for this High School I'm representing. But I avenged myself with valleys with tall trees toblock out the sun, to gradually have me competence an effort in the Burg without a brazen suntan, and that's reason enough to try occaisonally, still. I'm aware that with the whole profile I've made, and the sections to this post said above, that this is moreso legendary than a Shark and Dolphin soulmate marriage of the coasts, because it's happening in Illinois, U.S.A. And I started in Chicago, at that.
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{Combatancy proof: Free-form Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, United States of America Burglar boxing, Polish gymnastics.} My personally original character is a dashing swordsman, and burglar extraordinaire!

While a burglar to learn Forest Ranger morals, merits of boy scouts, and have night vs sound not oppose him like it hinders punks, rebels, thugs, terrorists, and extremists, his burgling has enhanced his agility, endurance, and perseverance. No guile, but a sardonic albiet rare nobleness has uncouthed this man's place in the crowd - it's more charming than indomitable.

Sword training, body building, archery, and animal handling remind him that he is not a marauder. When seeking out a carnival troupe to spy on any fire experiances my viper had to slay an assailing force of colored ninjas, sword weilding kunoichis|shinobi, and masterful kages. 

To survive ultimatumly he has become a Sword Hunter. Yakuzas, forbidden turf, enterprising federations, consortiums, even empires dread the fierce virtues of the reaping Brown Spotted Kawaler Pit Viper [b][i]Zmija Sebastian[/i][/b]!
I have Polish sabers. I also got a ATK motoxrosscycle. I've practiced some freeform styles with a burst rifle like the Polish MSBS for instance, and the Thompson submachine gun.

I vs the Poland Skull King Polish Wolf and his Sword-Hunters.
I vs the Chicago Polish Wolfess and her Ghost-Burners.
Serpent Queendom, too.