AlteredTundra

Digimon: Fallen Knights

Jackson Drake

Name:

Jackson Torvald Drake

Age:

18

Appearance:

• 5’7”, 145lbs
• Very lean to skinny build
• If 2000s skater style was a person, it would be Jackson. From fashion to how he styles his hair (or in this case, how he doesn’t style it)
• Prefers the comfort of skater shoes over any of kind of footwear. Vans and Nike rule over all.

Personality:

Wherever there is adventure, you are bound to find Jackson. He lives for adventure. The thrill of it. The satisfaction of the hunt for it. He has this thing about him where he’s always itching to volunteer to go investigating anything. Whether that’s trying to find out the bottom of an urban legend, the truth of something everyone’s talking about or simply going on a road trip or any kind of trip that has no destination. He yearns for new experiences. Sometimes people think he’s too reckless with this lust for life, but he abides by the yolo mindset, because you really only do live once and for him he wants to make the most out of his life.

Likewise with adventures, they could also happen when meeting new people, which is why he has always been open to being friends with just about anyone who would have him. He can be a bit intense and some might also call him an idiot in addition to being a tad reckless. At the same time, he’s someone that just wants to enjoy life to the fullest.

Background:

Jackson has always been a real “go with the flow” kind of kid. Whether it was trying to think of new and exciting ways to entertain himself in the sometimes boring neighborhood he grew up in or when he got older and took an interest in skateboarding, Jackson was always a person that longed for the next adventure and where it might take him. He had no fear of injury or getting hurt, so whenever he broke an arm, sprained his ankles, or got a myriad of cuts, scrapes, and on occasion, burns, he never let it stop him from smiling.

He grew up in a fairly modest neighborhood. Middle class, so not quite suburban, but he had two parents and an older brother who often felt he was too reckless for his own good. The amount of near heart attacks he gave his mother was enough to get him to slow down a little bit, but Jackson never did for long. He knows you only get one life. He might be young but he plans to live fast and not die young..but that is all up to whatever old bastard or bitch is up in the sky above the sky and whatever his or her plans are for him. Will he die young? Will he see fifty? Who is to say!

He just wants to be able to enjoy his life.

Partner:

Leonidas - Liollmon

Digivice G appearance:

Pair of fashionable goggles with dark red lenses and a bright orange frame.

Other:

Voice Actor: Justin Cook

Partner: Leonidas

Species:

Liollmon

Nickname:

Leonidas

Level:

Child/Rookie

Type:

Holy Beast

Attribute:

Vaccine

Family:

Nature Spirits (Metal Empire when he reaches Perfect level)

Attacks:

Lio Claw — Cuts the opponent to pieces with his sharp claws.
Critical Bite — Aims at the opponent’s vitals with his fangs. It can even take down adult/champion-level digimon in a single blow, though the success rate is low.

Evolutionary line:

Popomon → Frimon → Liollmon → Liamon → LoaderLiomon → ???

Personality

He is named after a king for a reason. Leonidas is exactly what one might assume from a lion-like Digimon. He is extremely proud and confident in not just the way he carries himself by default, but in his strength, too. He doesn’t back down from any challenge. It could be a swarm of Kunemon, a pack of Garurumon, a sleuth of Grizzlymon, or simply one champion digimon. He will fight them all as he is not afraid of anything. This is both the blessing of this one Liollmon as it is a curse because not fearing anything has caused him to become too proud in himself to not know humility. But just as he is named after a king, much like a king - an honorable one, at that - he defends those he deems to be his friends and loyal subjects, because loyalty is another important thing he values above anything else. The same pride he has extends to whomever or whatever earns his respect and undying fealty.

Other

Voice Actor: Richard Epcar

Digimon: Fallen Knights

Took me a bit longer than I would've liked. Had to deal with personal stuff today, but here's my boy.

Jackson Drake

Name:

Jackson Torvald Drake

Age:

18

Appearance:

• 5’7”, 145lbs
• Very lean to skinny build
• If 2000s skater style was a person, it would be Jackson. From fashion to how he styles his hair (or in this case, how he doesn’t style it)
• Prefers the comfort of skater shoes over any of kind of footwear. Vans and Nike rule over all.

Personality:

Wherever there is adventure, you are bound to find Jackson. He lives for adventure. The thrill of it. The satisfaction of the hunt for it. He has this thing about him where he’s always itching to volunteer to go investigating anything. Whether that’s trying to find out the bottom of an urban legend, the truth of something everyone’s talking about or simply going on a road trip or any kind of trip that has no destination. He yearns for new experiences. Sometimes people think he’s too reckless with this lust for life, but he abides by the yolo mindset, because you really only do live once and for him he wants to make the most out of his life.

Likewise with adventures, they could also happen when meeting new people, which is why he has always been open to being friends with just about anyone who would have him. He can be a bit intense and some might also call him an idiot in addition to being a tad reckless. At the same time, he’s someone that just wants to enjoy life to the fullest.

Background:

Jackson has always been a real “go with the flow” kind of kid. Whether it was trying to think of new and exciting ways to entertain himself in the sometimes boring neighborhood he grew up in or when he got older and took an interest in skateboarding, Jackson was always a person that longed for the next adventure and where it might take him. He had no fear of injury or getting hurt, so whenever he broke an arm, sprained his ankles, or got a myriad of cuts, scrapes, and on occasion, burns, he never let it stop him from smiling.

He grew up in a fairly modest neighborhood. Middle class, so not quite suburban, but he had two parents and an older brother who often felt he was too reckless for his own good. The amount of near heart attacks he gave his mother was enough to get him to slow down a little bit, but Jackson never did for long. He knows you only get one life. He might be young but he plans to live fast and not die young..but that is all up to whatever old bastard or bitch is up in the sky above the sky and whatever his or her plans are for him. Will he die young? Will he see fifty? Who is to say!

He just wants to be able to enjoy his life.

Partner:

Leonidas - Liollmon

Digivice G appearance:

Pair of fashionable goggles with dark red lenses and a bright orange frame.

Partner: Leonidas

Species:

Liollmon

Nickname:

Leonidas

Level:

Child/Rookie

Type:

Holy Beast

Attribute:

Vaccine

Family:

Nature Spirits (Metal Empire when he reaches Perfect level)

Attacks:

Lio Claw — Cuts the opponent to pieces with his sharp claws.
Critical Bite — Aims at the opponent’s vitals with his fangs. It can even take down adult/champion-level digimon in a single blow, though the success rate is low.

Evolutionary line:

Popomon → Frimon → Liollmon → Liamon → LoaderLiomon → ???

Personality

He is named after a king for a reason. Leonidas is exactly what one might assume from a lion-like Digimon. He is extremely proud and confident in not just the way he carries himself by default, but in his strength, too. He doesn’t back down from any challenge. It could be a swarm of Kunemon, a pack of Garurumon, a sleuth of Grizzlymon, or simply one champion digimon. He will fight them all as he is not afraid of anything. This is both the blessing of this one Liollmon as it is a curse because not fearing anything has caused him to become too proud in himself to not know humility. But just as he is named after a king, much like a king - an honorable one, at that - he defends those he deems to be his friends and loyal subjects, because loyalty is another important thing he values above anything else. The same pride he has extends to whomever or whatever earns his respect and undying fealty.

Digimon: Fallen Knights

@Cleveraptor Sweeeet! I'm already getting started on my Tamer sheet, but little question about Digimon lines.

When I was reading through the OOC last night, I noticed there was a somewhat...let's say hesitation about cyborg digimon (since you said the DigiWorld ismostly in medieval style), would it be a problem to use LoaderLiomon? Cause I was thinking about going the canon Liollmon line (Liollmon>Liamon>LoaderLiomon). Would that be a problem since LoaderLiomon is classed as machine?

Digimon: Fallen Knights

I'm a simple man - I see Digimon rp, I join it

If you are still accepting, that is.

If so, fantastic because I already have an idea for a line. If not, then well crap this is awkward.

Scion: The Prophecy of Anani

Don't call me Mr. President's Big Little Brother

________________________________________ Salvatore Esposito Manly man! | 28 | Lorenzia Scion of Lightning _______________________________________________ Why doesn’t he talk or react? He’s big. He should be a wrecking ball. Something must be wrong with him. ________________________________________

”Knowing your own strength can mean the difference between life and death.” Holy Sigil Location Inner right wrist Appearance Salvatore is a hulk of a man. Partly because of his travels and always on the move and partly because of genetics. He was always a tall sonofagun. Stands at 6-foot-7-inches and a body that is mostly muscle. His hair, though naturally straightened and silky when he was birthed into the world, has since been stylized into dreads that always stay up due to a blue headband worn at all times, which allow the sight of both an x-shaped scar on his left cheek and his striking blue eyes. His travels have been good to him. He is built like a mountain man. Bulging biceps that are weapons in their own rights. He has many scars all over his body. Some are noticeable while others are covered by his preferred of light plated armor to be worn as every day clothes - including the wristbands. He also has reinforced shin plates for his boots. Outside of that, he wears a dark blue cloak that has since been reduced to a vest substitute due to, again, his travels. Personality Honor is deeply rooted in Salvatore’s beliefs, but for every intent and purpose, he’s always been a lively, energetic man. For as long as he could remember, he’s held a deep love for the world and everyone in it. His heart is truly that of a good and honest person. Not only won’t he tell a lie, for some reason, it’s impossible for him to lie to someone’s face. He, unlike his older brother, the President of Lorenzia, would not make for a good politician. He’s much too pure and good to even be considered for such a position. Because he is a good person, that also has created some troubling situations for him. He’s much too stubborn to ever compromise his integrity. It’s caused arguments with both men and women. Despite his inability to lie, he loves to debate. Loves to argue and especially after he’s knocked back a few too many mugs of rum. When he does that, things get tense. He fights as much with his mind as he does with his fists. A man his size who is as intelligent as he is, ironically, unwise when it comes to not knowing his own strength. Truly the literal representation of the duality of man. Biography Life for Salvatore has been anything but normal. Mostly due to his abnormal size. As what one might expect for someone whose first experience with puberty came before he entered the chronological stage of double digits, Salvatore towered over most kids his age and even over his own older brother. Because he had always been a good kid and was seemingly raised right, Salvatore was the classic case of a gentle giant. Never laid a hand on those who rightly deserved it. Never let the comments of being a freak ever get to him. There was never anything that could change who he was. Whether that was the promise he made to himself or the advice he once received from his brother, Salvatore always stood firm that he was bigger than that. Literally and personally. As time went on and the giant boy grew into a giant man, Salvatore became even further committed into his own beliefs. Most of them personal and bound by an honor code he developed, but also as a countryman of Lorenzia, as well as a believer in the Goddess. All of them crafted him into the man he became. Salvatore understood at a young age that his size would more than make up for a lot of things in life, but he still became well-educated, taking his studies seriously. In fact, it was surprising to a lot of people who knew him from his younger years, but ever since a young age, Salvatore took a great interest in the other countries. He especially loved it when world history classes came along because it meant he could learn about the other countries. A personal dream of his was to travel to them. He wanted to see the other lands, soak up their rich history and culture, and consume as much knowledge and experience as he could. For much of his adult life, Salvatore spent the years not just soaking up the written knowledge of the world, but because of a family friend of the Esposito family a woman who was ten years his senior by the name of Gianna Bianchi, a beautiful woman with Lorenzian features. A merchant who had a whole network of both land and sea-faring vessels. She knew well of Salvatore’s love for the world, having been included in some of the excited tangents he would go on about certain facts about every country. Even his least favorite of Doumerc, which he always had one or two things to say positively about. He was already an adult when she had asked what he thought about coming to work for her on her chartered cargo ship. It didn’t take a lot of convincing, but Salvatore was at a crossroads. This was the sort of opportunity that only came once in a lifetime. He had worked within the capital as a local merchant, so his experience wasn’t lacking in doing it globally, but his brother was here. His family was here. His whole life was in Ornell. Gianna understood this and gave him half of a year to think about it. That’s when the next time she would be rolling into town for her next shipment of cargo. Salvatore did indeed spend the following six months thinking about a lot. Simultaneously, he put certain eggs into a basket just in case he was going to lean in the direction that pushed him to follow his life-long dream. Unbeknownst to him, there were other things working in the background. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Salvatore was so mentally fixated on whether or not to take up Gianna on her offer to work for her that he never realized that his brother was being elected as the next President of Lorenzia. This came as a shock for a lot of reasons. He must have never realized just how much of an interest his brother had in politics, but he also didn’t think his brother could be so foolish. With all the knowledge of the world that Salvatore consumed in books, there came a certain understanding about how the cruel game of politics worked. There was always a secondary motive behind every big play. He had made what he suspected was the truth, even if he was wrong, Salvatore made it known to his older brother. Knowing his brother, maybe he didn’t see it. Maybe Salvatore was wrong. Or maybe it was just this immovable force that Salvatore was, a brick wall of a man who couldn’t see the desire that was the unstoppable force of his brother. Or it was the higher-ups in Lorenzia manipulating him like Salvatore suspected all along. It didn’t matter what the reason was or who was right or wrong. It became clear they both refused to yield on the ground they stood firmly on. Ignorance or too much empathy be damned, Salvatore wasn’t getting anywhere with his brother. The tide was changing for the Espositios and the sail of Salvatore’s life took him in a different direction. WIthin a fortnight, he was gone. He took Gianna up on her offer and was soon a traveling merchant on the sea. Life as a merchant went well for him. He was still quite young and managed to travel all over the great continent of Estora. Some months he spent the entirety soaking up the rich culture and rich religious history of Rosaria, perhaps the most beautiful country of them all. He spent multiple durations throughout the other countries, but the last one was when Gianna sent him on his solo mission, having done so well during the year and a half he was under her tutelage to deliver goods to a single client in Rodian. She wouldn’t tell him who it was, but just that maybe he might learn more than his name from the man. During his stay in Rodian, Salvatore was on a solo mission and he spent many nights with an ex-soldier who took a liking to him because, like him, he was also a big man. One that didn’t like to fight, but because of his size, he had no choice. Somewhere between delivering goods to this man, he took a sabbatical and became this older man’s student. For five months, he learned how to fight with his hands. Not just use his strength but proper technique on how to block, how to throw, how to deliver a solid, yet non-lethal blow, should he need to. It was with this man he also learned about what it meant to be larger than life but not wanting to hurt. It was here he came to understand that just because you were big didn’t mean you deserved to feel less than what you were. Not long after this, as part of the end of his time under the tutelage of this man who was so generous with his time, he and Salvatore went out for drinks. Just two men enjoying a night out. It was going swimmingly. They were both having a great time, enjoying each other’s company and even had some food, but there was a group of individuals who decided to make trouble. They were also large men - bigger than both Salvatore and his friend was. They seemed to have a problem with Salvatore for some reason. He didn’t know why, but they immediately started to poke fun at him. He didn’t respond. He learned restraint and he had dealt with bullies all his life. Even at twenty-six, he still felt the effects of unjustified harassment. But they wouldn’t stop. They took his admission of defeat as a reason to mess with his friend. Only that’s where he drew the line. Even one little attempt to fight him and Salvatore put a stop to it, stepping between them. Tensions escalated but even though they tried to hit him, all Sal did was block them. That irked them and three men began to wail on him, getting nothing but blocks. His mindset was to never fight back. He never fought back against people because he knew his size. He never wanted to be the reason anyone wound up in the hospital or parents were the reason. Even for someone who abided by a mostly pacifistic way of living, even he had his breaking point and that came when all three of them went for a series of punches that were not just blocked, but countered. He used his strength to hurl all three of them back. But just as he did, there was a phenomenon occurring within Salvatore that went unnoticed by him, but everyone in the bar noticed. On the inner portion of his right wrist, a light blue sigil of some kind appeared on his body. In the very next moment, lightning exploded from his fists and while it avoided the three bigger men, it destroyed the roof of the bar, causing debris of stone, iron, and wood to fly all over the place. Salvatore didn’t quite understand what was happening, but those in the bar did. Soon word would spread to the Church. The modern-day Scion of Lightning would be known and his name was Salvatore Esposito. The changes that came were felt immediately for Salvatore. Firstly, when the Church heard of this, they immediately sent for him. He was soon escorted out of Rodian and immediately was sent to Veradis and to the capitol. Everything he had come to enjoy about his life had changed. Assigned a templar, wherever he needed to go, he went under the supervision of his Templar. Wherever he needed to go, he went with his Templar. Though he primarily lived in Lorenzia again, back in his family home, which had made accommodations for his Templar, as it was now required, there was something different about him now. See, Salvatore hadn’t been the same since his abilities manifested. He had always strayed from wanting to fight. He always rejected the idea of fighting because it wasn’t fair to those who were smaller than him. He could hurt them. He knew there might come a day that his worst fears would be made a reality; and even though he didn’t hurt anyone during that day, there was still the pure and simple fact that he could have. That stayed with him even to the present day. He hates being a scion but hates letting his emotions get the better of him even more. Salvatore Esposito is a big man with an even bigger heart. He doesn’t want to hurt but knows he will. So he does whatever he has to. Not just as a man of Lorenzia, but as the Scion of Lightning. Weapon of Choice Due to his overwhelming size and surprising almost pacifistic nature, Salvatore never had any real needs or desires to properly train in any class of weapon. That being said, he does wear plated shin guards and bracers. In addition, his primary “weapon”, as many would refer to it, are iron gauntlets. They more pack enough punch, especially with his size and strength that comes with it. Misc. THEME GOES HERE Salvatore became the current Scion of Lightning in the Summer of 998. Sal loves to read and frequently is on the hunt for first editions and anything new he hasn’t read before. He also writes poetry, though he doesn’t think he is any good. An avid meat eater. He can consume at least 5 pounds of meat in one sitting, if he is allowed to. Sal does have social media. He’s on Instagram under the handle @BIgSalEspo He looks big and scary but he’s actually quite friendly and might even make the first introduction with a small wave. Imagine that. A big man like him waving so simply. How could you not love him? Keeps a private journal of every blessing and/or job he does that require the use of his magic. It is to ensure he does not have an unaccounted-for moment where his powers go awry.

that's so meta || character storage thread

Scion CS

________________________________________ Salvatore Esposito Manly man! | 28 | Lorenzia Scion of Lightning _______________________________________________ Why doesn’t he talk or react? He’s big. He should be a wrecking ball. Something must be wrong with him. ________________________________________

”Knowing your own strength can mean the difference between life and death.” Holy Sigil Location Inner right wrist Appearance Salvatore is a hulk of a man. Partly because of his travels and always on the move and partly because of genetics. He was always a tall sonofagun. Stands at 6-foot-7-inches and a body that is mostly muscle. His hair, though naturally straightened and silky when he was birthed into the world, has since been stylized into dreads that always stay up due to a blue headband worn at all times, which allow the sight of both an x-shaped scar on his left cheek and his striking blue eyes. His travels have been good to him. He is built like a mountain man. Bulging biceps that are weapons in their own rights. He has many scars all over his body. Some are noticeable while others are covered by his preferred of light plated armor to be worn as every day clothes - including the wristbands. He also has reinforced shin plates for his boots. Outside of that, he wears a dark blue cloak that has since been reduced to a vest substitute due to, again, his travels. Personality Honor is deeply rooted in Salvatore’s beliefs, but for every intent and purpose, he’s always been a lively, energetic man. For as long as he could remember, he’s held a deep love for the world and everyone in it. His heart is truly that of a good and honest person. Not only won’t he tell a lie, for some reason, it’s impossible for him to lie to someone’s face. He, unlike his older brother, the President of Lorenzia, would not make for a good politician. He’s much too pure and good to even be considered for such a position. Because he is a good person, that also has created some troubling situations for him. He’s much too stubborn to ever compromise his integrity. It’s caused arguments with both and men and women. Despite his inability to lie, he loves to debate. Loves to argue and especially after he’s knocked back a few too many mugs of rum. When he does that, things get tense. He fights as much with his mind as he does with his fists. A man his size who is as intelligent as he is, ironically, unwise when it comes to not knowing his own strength. Truly the literal representation of the duality of man. Biography Life for Salvatore has been anything but normal. Mostly due to his abnormal size. As what one might expect for someone whose first experience with puberty came before he entered the chronological stage of double digits, Salvatore towered over most kids his age and even over his own older brother. Because he had always been a good kid and was seemingly raised right, Salvatore was the classic case of a gentle giant. Never laid a hand on those who rightly deserved it. Never let the comments of being a freak ever get to him. There was never anything that could change who he was. Whether that was the promise he made to himself or the advice he once received from his brother, Salvatore always stood firm that he was bigger than that. Literally and personally. As time went on and the giant boy grew into a giant man, Salvatore became even further committed into his own beliefs. Most of them personal and bound by an honor code he developed, but also as a countryman of Lorenzia, as well as a believer in the Goddess. All of them crafted him into the man he became. Salvatore understood at a young age that his size would more than make up for a lot of things in life, but he still became well-educated, taking his studies seriously. In fact, it was surprising to a lot of people who knew him from his younger years, but ever since a young age, Salvatore took a great interest in the other countries. He especially loved it when world history classes came along because it meant he could learn about the other countries. A personal dream of his was to travel to them. He wanted to see the other lands, soak up their rich history and culture, and consume as much knowledge and experience as he could. For much of his adult life, Salvatore spent the years not just soaking up the written knowledge of the world, but because of a family friend of the Esposito family a woman who was ten years his senior by the name of Gianna Bianchi, a beautiful woman with Lorenzian features. A merchant who had a whole network of both land and sea-faring vessels. She knew well of Salvatore’s love for the world, having been included in some of the excited tangents he would go on about certain facts about every country. Even his least favorite of Doumerc, which he always had one or two things to say positively about. He was already an adult when she had asked what he thought about coming to work for her on her chartered cargo ship. It didn’t take a lot of convincing, but Salvatore was at a crossroads. This was the sort of opportunity that only came once in a lifetime. He had worked within the capital as a local merchant, so his experience wasn’t lacking in doing it globally, but his brother was here. His family was here. His whole life was in Ornell. Gianna understood this and gave him half of a year to think about it. That’s when the next time she would be rolling into town for her next shipment of cargo. Salvatore did indeed spend the following six months thinking about a lot. Simultaneously, he put certain eggs into a basket just in case he was going to lean in the direction that pushed him to follow his life-long dream. Unbeknownst to him, there were other things working in the background. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Salvatore was so mentally fixated on whether or not to take up Gianna on her offer to work for her that he never realized that his brother was being elected as the next President of Lorenzia. This came as a shock for a lot of reasons. He must have never realized just how much of an interest his brother had in politics, but he also didn’t think his brother could be so foolish. With all the knowledge of the world that Salvatore consumed in books, there came a certain understanding about how the cruel game of politics worked. There was always a secondary motive behind every big play. He had made what he suspected was the truth, even if he was wrong, Salvatore made it known to his older brother. Knowing his brother, maybe he didn’t see it. Maybe Salvatore was wrong. Or maybe it was just this immovable force that Salvatore was, a brick wall of a man who couldn’t see the desire that was the unstoppable force of his brother. Or it was the higher-ups in Lorenzia manipulating him like Salvatore suspected all along. It didn’t matter what the reason was or who was right or wrong. It became clear they both refused to yield on the ground they stood firmly on. Ignorance or too much empathy be damned, Salvatore wasn’t getting anywhere with his brother. The tide was changing for the Espositios and the sail of Salvatore’s life took him in a different direction. WIthin a fortnight, he was gone. He took Gianna up on her offer and was soon a traveling merchant on the sea. Life as a merchant went well for him. He was still quite young and managed to travel all over the great continent of Estora. Some months he spent the entirety soaking up the rich culture and rich religious history of Rosaria, perhaps the most beautiful country of them all. He spent multiple durations throughout the other countries, but the last one was when Gianna sent him on his solo mission, having done so well during the year and a half he was under her tutelage to deliver goods to a single client in Rodian. She wouldn’t tell him who it was, but just that maybe he might learn more than his name from the man. During his stay in Rodian, Salvatore was on a solo mission and he spent many nights with an ex-soldier who took a liking to him because, like him, he was also a big man. One that didn’t like to fight, but because of his size, he had no choice. Somewhere between delivering goods to this man, he took a sabbatical and became this older man’s student. For five months, he learned how to fight with his hands. Not just use his strength but proper technique on how to block, how to throw, how to deliver a solid, yet non-lethal blow, should he need to. It was with this man he also learned about what it meant to be larger than life but not wanting to hurt. It was here he came to understand that just because you were big didn’t mean you deserved to feel less than what you were. Not long after this, as part of the end of his time under the tutelage of this man who was so generous with his time, he and Salvatore went out for drinks. Just two men enjoying a night out. It was going swimmingly. They were both having a great time, enjoying each other’s company and even had some food, but there was a group of individuals who decided to make trouble. They were also large men - bigger than both Salvatore was. They seemed to have a problem with Salvatore for some reason. He didn’t know why, but they immediately started to poke fun at him. He didn’t respond. He learned restraint and he had dealt with bullies all his life. Even at twenty-six, he still felt the effects of unjustified harassment. But they wouldn’t stop. They took his admission of defeat as a reason to mess with his friend. Only that’s where he drew the line. Even one little attempt to fight him and Salvatore put a stop to it, stepping between them. Tensions escalated but even though they tried to hit him, all Sal did was block them. That irked them and three men began to wail on him, getting nothing but blocks. His mindset was to never fight back. He never fought back against people because he knew his size. He never wanted to be the reason anyone wound up in the hospital or parents were the reason. Even for someone who abided by a mostly pacifistic way of living, even he had his breaking point and that came when all three of them went for a series of punches that were not just blocked, but countered. He used his strength to hurl all three of them back. But just as he did, there was a phenomenon occurring within Salvatore that went unnoticed by him, but everyone in the bar noticed. On the inner portion of his right wrist, a light blue sigil of some kind appeared on his body. In the very next moment, lightning exploded from his fists and while it avoided the three bigger men, it destroyed the roof of the bar, causing debris of stone, iron, and wood to fly all over the place. Salvatore didn’t quite understand what was happening, but those in the bar did. Soon word would spread to the Church. The modern-day Scion of Lightning would be known and his name was Salvatore Esposito. The changes that came were felt immediately for Salvatore. Firstly, when the Church heard of this, they immediately sent for him. He was soon escorted out of Rodian and immediately was sent to Veradis and to the capitol. Everything he had come to enjoy about his life had changed. Assigned a templar, wherever he needed to go, he went under the supervision of his Templar. Wherever he needed to go, he went with his Templar. Though he primarily lived in Lorenzia again, back in his family home, which had made accommodations for his Templar, as it was now required, there was something different about him now. SEe, Salvatore hadn’t been the same since his abilities manifested. He had always strayed from wanting to fight. He always rejected the idea of fighting because it wasn’t fair to those who were smaller than him. He could hurt them. He knew there might come a day that his worst fears would be made a reality; and even though he didn’t hurt anyone during that day, there was still the pure and simple fact that he could have. That stayed with him even to the present day. He hates being a scion but hates letting his emotions get the better of him even more. Salvatore Esposito is a big man with an even bigger heart. He doesn’t want to hurt but knows he will. So he does whatever he has to. Not just as a man of Lorenzia, but as the Scion of Lightning. Weapon of Choice Due to his overwhelming size and surprising almost pacifistic nature, Salvatore never had any real needs or desires to properly train in any class of weapon. That being said, he does wear plated shin guards and bracers. In addition, his primary “weapon”, as many would refer to it, are iron gauntlets. They more pack enough punch, especially with his size and strength that comes with it. Misc. THEME GOES HERE Sal loves to read and frequently is on the hunt for first editions and anything new he hasn’t read before. He also writes poetry, though he doesn’t think he is any good. An avid meat eater. He can consume at least 5 pounds of meat in one sitting, if he is allowed to. Sal does have social media. He’s on Instagram under the handle @BIgSalEspo He looks big and scary but he’s actually quite friendly and might even make the first introduction with a small wave. Imagine that. A big man like him waving so simply. How could you not love him? Keeps a private journal of every blessing and/or job he does that require the use of his magic. It is to ensure he does not have an unaccounted-for moment where his powers go awry.

genevys

Anakin did nothing wrong. #fuckthemkids

But welcome! Pokemon and Star Wars rule

Ju-V

^{INTERACTIONS: Aegis Agent, New roomieeeee! @Retired
LOCATION: Rekt Room → New homeeee with da homie}

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It hadn't mattered where Kyle went. He always felt like the odd one out whenever he was on an island. The Aegis facility he and so many others were forced to live in might've been a lot less tropical than the place he called home, but it didn't lack the same kind of excitement.

Except, in Kyle's case, he wasn't at the center of said excitement. He wasn't mad or anything or even disappointed. He just felt like he was in an odd place as the events that unfolded had him lamenting about everything. He wasn't part of the group that was engaging with the others. He wasn't blowing up tables or anything even close to that. Kyle was playing video games, enjoying whatever racing game was left unattended. In all truth, he was having a grand time by himself because that's who Kyle was. He could find enjoyment out of simple pleasures such as video games.

During the immediate aftermath of everything that happened and every single meta like him was told to get against the wall, Kyle wanted to look back but it was so intense, he thought it would be beneficial to his physical well-being to just not poke the shark. Oh, but the temptation was indeed high.

Being led down some hallway, Kyle wasn't really paying attention other than where he was told to go. It hadn't been until he heard the soldier or whatever they were called had been guiding him down said highway did he hear another that was with him read off Kyle's name from the handy-dandy tablet in his hand.

"Vass, Kyle--" The look on the man's eyes when he met Kyle's was the expression of a man who thought he saw a ghost, but it was just the pesky annoying little turd that refuse to call him by his real name.

"Not Austin, It's Steve!" Kyle excitedly declared, seeing the familaar face and smiled. "Mahalo! How are you?"

"I don't ask for much from the director. I just want to do a job. I just want to do a job and not have to stress about much. And yet..." Steve was mumbling to himself and completely lost track of time.

"Yoooo whooooooo!" Kyle was waving his hands in front of the dazed Steve's face. Time went by, but after a few minutes, he finally snapped back to Planet Earth.

"Right. Anyway, this is your room. Your personal items..well, item should be in there. And you'll have a roo--"

Much like his own power over wind, Kyle blitz'd into the room. He had a one-tracked mind. He heard his board was returned to him and he rushed in to see it. He left STeve hanging on an unknowingly importnat note that he didn't even stop to consider that there would be two rooms. The implication didn't hit him until he saw the belongings of someone else in one of the rooms. Not that it was much, but Kyle made a note of a MP3player, but when he saw his board, Kyle's world came full circle. His heart was full of joy and he gave his board a gentle, yet full tap.

"I can't wait to ride you. Feeling the wind in my hair, letting the air currents really take us high."

The Hawaiian surfer spent a few moments saying things to an inanimate object that most would probably find weird, but Kyle was a weird dude. He marched to the beat of his own drum. And, in all honesty, he just didn't feel complete without his board. In that time, he didn't even acknowledge there was another person that entered the room. He was, however, snapped out of his own little world when the other boy greeted him.

"Mahalo brada!" Kyle energetically gestured to..Wes with a hang loose hand gesture and a wide smile. He was still mentally in his own world, riding high on the cloud of air of his own excitement. "I'm Kyle! Well, Skylar, but all my ohana just calls me Kyle. Sometimes idiot. Definitely have been called a dumbass and loco. You're free to call me whatever the wind carries you to. You can even call me Wave Rider, if you're feeling like it...Though I guess that one makes no sense, huh? Well it's cause of this bad boy!" He tapped his hoverboard again for emphasis. "When I'm on my baby, I fly high like a seagull that's accidentally consumed an edible. You ever had edibles before? Let me tell you, that's a whole different kind of high, especially the good shit!"

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

_{LOCATION — Los Angeles International Airport → Miami International Airport → Private Hanger → Miami Marina
INTERACTIONS — Run in with an old friend}

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“Today’s the day.”

Derex was riding first class to his old stomping grounds — Palm Beach, Florida. The memories he had attached to that place. Those memories date back to when he was barely 13 and his family moved from Germany to Florida. At the time, he hadn’t thought about what exactly was in store for him. At thirteen, Derex wasn’t thinking about much. He was leaving the only home he knew to another home that he would eventually call his own. When he made his first friends in Asher and Ty, he thought it was great because here were two boys who he had developed a brotherhood for life with.

That friendship carried over through the years. As with everyone who becomes busy in life, sometimes the frequency of contact wavered in the years, but a thing about a brotherhood? No matter how busy life got for any of them, there was one thing that could bring em all back together: guaranteed front row seats at any of his fights. And the afterparties were always legendary. Always whether it was just the three dogs let loose on the town or when the gang could get together, especially because his social circle was the same as theirs.

Which included Paulina. Especially Paulina since she was best friends with Amalee and Rex had always been close with his self-appointed adopted introvert.

As he sat in his seat, thinking about the last time the whole gang was together and the events that followed, Rex couldn’t help but think about how his last…encounter with Paulina left a lot of questions. There was a night a few weeks ago where he and Paulina drank too much. He couldn’t remember how many shots he threw back, but he recalled Paulina matching his pace, if not exceeding it. Most of that night remained a mystery but he remembered they made it to his place. And the sex they had would make Thor and Odin jealous, yet make every viking cheer in support of the extremely-physical things they did.

And then morning came. Immediately after he woke up, he did so with a phone call from his baby sister. Lena, like Rex, also enjoyed the reckless unpredictability of a night out on the town. She was involved in a classic bar fight. Lena was a true firecracker and she had gotten herself arrested. Rex, ever the family man who always put his family first, left as soon as he could. He left a note for Paulina, explaining it and hoped she wouldn’t be mad at him.

But ever since then he never heard back from her. Not even to let him know how angry she was at him for leaving her alone in his Malibu beach house. He assumed that maybe she was busy with things in her own life or she needed space. He respected that, but in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder she was indeed mad at him. Or at least felt some kind of way about him.

Which brought him to the feeling of apprehension he was having. He was halfway into the flight and it would land with a couple of hours before he had to be at the Miami Marina. Still, something deep down told him this might not be the exciting reunion with his old class that he was hoping it might be.

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“This is your captain speaking!” The captain of the flight spoke over the intercom. Rex immediately shook his head, and by extension, himself, awake as the captain continued, “We will be landing at Miami International Airport in 15 minutes.”

Rex stretched his arms and loosened all of his limbs. He made sure his seatbelt was on, as per the protocol when landing. No matter how many times he flew back and forth from Miami to Los Angeles, which in all honesty has been frequent due to his own business he conducts. Much like his father who also goes between the cities, he has his businesses. Ever since his father retired full time from running day to day operations of their gym, Rex took over the majority ownership. He may not have oversight of the day to day, but he pops in every other week for progress reports. He sits on the board of the now global chain of boxing and lifestyle fitness. In recent years, they’ve strayed away from his father’s initial vision and became more of a rival for the likes of Planet Fitness and In-Shape City.

Rex had always preferred to keep himself busy. In high school, even though he was training constantly at his father’s gym, he always wanted to be challenged. He did well enough at his academics, so he never needed to study much, so that’s really how he found himself with the free time to play football. Plus, he loved the sport. Whether it was American or European, he just loved it. He regularly plays soccer for charity as well as Football. He even has a minor ownership of the Miami Dolphins.

When the plane landed, it only took roughly half an hour for Rex to get his single duffle bag of luggage only to be led by security (upon his request) to a private hanger he owned. In it, among other things, was the one man he trusted above everyone else to manage the Miami location of his gym.

“Freddie!” Rex dapped his brother from another mother…well, one of three brothers from another mother. Freddie was his childhood best friend. Both of them were born and raised in Germany and even though Rex moved away, he never fell out of it with him. Always called. Always chatted. They would always play call of duty or madden every weekend and night that both of them were free. Eventually, Freddie moved to the states for college. Unlike Rex, he was a cage fighter and rose through the ranks in Bellator and UFC respectively. They called him Blitz because nobody sees him coming.

“Sexy Rexy! How was your flight? Ride it strong?” Fred joked, nudging his friend teasingly.

“You idiot,” Rex rolled his eyes, looking around his hanger. His own jet that he and Freddie owned was here but also his own personal ride that he kept here. “Yeah, it was fine. First class gets dull when you fly it all the time. A shame our baby is going through some hard times.”

“She just needs a little TLC and she’ll be flying us to Tokyo like she was last year. I do miss the dangerous delight of my puffer fish.”

The Bull shook his head. “You’re gonna die young, I hope you know that.”

“Life fast, die young, Fredrick Weiss does it well!” The blonde German started to dance to the rhythm of the slightly-altered Mia song. “Anyway! You got that reunion today, right?”

Rex smiled, shrugged, but eventually nodded. “Yeah. Gotta get to the marina within the hour. Of all places, it’s on a yacht.”

“So this otta be right up your alley. You’re basically a natural sailor at this point, what with how many models, sex workers, and the occasional hot mess socialites you’ve slept with on those fancy-ass LA yachts.”

Rex shook his head. Not that he was ashamed of his wildly impressive body count that was ont he verse of going triple…digits, that is, lately he’s been thinking of numero tres on that list. Number three being Paulina. He wanted to downplay some of Fredide’s comments and thoughts that he knew his friend was keeping inside. Rarely did Fred keep his intrusive thoughts inside, but knowing him, he could get a lot more colorful with his words.

“This one’s a bit different.”

“Oh because it’s your friend’s yacht? Cheer up, Rexy! I’ve met Ty plenty of times. He seems like he might be a dope ass host. Thousand Sunny is a great name for a yacht.”

He sighed. As always, Freddie was a bit too lost in his own intrusive thought-ridden mind. “No, not because of that. And yes, I agree it’s a great name and a yacht that I’m sure will be fun to party on. But you should know why, man. I literally told you about it last week.”

“Ohhh right! Has she not called you at all or are you too fucking chicken to make this move again?” Freddie allowed himself to sigh and almost glare at his childhood best friend. “You know for a Bull, you sure are playing chicken.”

“I am not a chicken!”

“Bock bock bock!” Freddie made the appropriate gestures, slouching forward and bending his arms like a chicken wing. “I’m sure your friends are tired of it, but this friend in this lovely hanger, standing right behind your damn Bugatti Chiron, is…also tired of it. There’s a long list of hot babes you’ve given the ole Bull Ride to, but what bout your heart, man? YOUR HEART!” Freddie gripped the very broad shoulders of The Bull and made the man who held a few inches over him look at him in his striking blue eyes. “Forget how mesmerizing my eyes are and listen to me! This woman Paulina is the only one you keep bitching about. You both made some stupid mistakes of thinking you were holding each other back. I don’t know how it was for her, but I was there on the other end of those late night gaming seshes. So I know, like usher said, you got it bad for her. So, also like Usher said, roll up to that reunion, pick the right time, and utter these following words…”

“Please no…”

Too late. Rex saw the grin on his friend’s face and he broke out into song. “THESE ARE MY CONFESSIONS~!”

And for ten minutes, with nobody around but the two of them to witness, the boys from Germany sang not just part one, not just part two, but PART 3 of Confessions. The two that Usher sang, but also the parody that Weird Al Yankovic did, as well. Ten minute spent singing in perfect German and ten more laughing about it.

When it was all said and done, the two were laying on their backs on the concrete floor of the hanger and they just looked up. It wasn’t always, but every now and then, Rex and Freddie liked to do this. They were idiots together. Rex had that vibe about him. Under all of the suave bravado he had with the many women he has slept with, the ultra macho, gym bro alpha male persona when he was in the ring, there was a boy who loved to break into song. Call him Troy Bolton but make it German. Call him a fruit (because he heard it from people all his life who didn’t understand), but don’t call him a coward.

Yet, as he laid in silence, Rex felt like one. He’s felt like one for close to a decade. He could say a lot about the reasons why he never pursued her after they “broke up”, but the truth of the matter was, deep down where all of his insecurities reside that are usually held under lock and key, he could see it for what it was. He was afraid. Always charging forward, but The Bull was running away.

He kipped up almost immediately after coming to this realization and as he did, his shorts hiked up into his ass. “Time for this bull to actually run towards something for a change.”

“MY MANNNN!” Freddie mirrored his friend and brought him into a bro hug. A tight one, at that. The hug lasted a few moments and they grinned at each other. “Better stampede ahead. You have…” Freddie checked his Apple Smart Watch. “Yeah, like twenty minutes to make it. Good thing you got yourself a car that will make you fast as fuck boiiiii!”

“Damn right it will. I knew keeping that beautiful candy-apple red Bugatti here would pay off.”

“That and you haven’t exactly paid for it to be shipped to your Malibu beach house.”

Rex shrugged. “Details-schmetails. What matters is that’s my ticket to not pisisng off a certain host.”

“Ty?”

“Sadly no. He is the chillest motherfucker you’ll ever meet. If he was planning this shit, I could show up an hour late and he’d be too high to notice. It’s Nikole Saera. You know her. Hot as fuck, but also a nightmare if you make trouble for her planning. Ever the infamous party planner. Great when you want shit to go a certain way, but punctuality has no leeway in her eyes.” It was annoying, but Rex could understand the drive. Kole was no different than Rex was. She was all about the grind. It didn’t matter if her grind was barking orders at the unlucky sap that would be working close with her.

Poor Ty.

Rex opened the front door to the bugatti and turned it on, letting the engine get ready as he tossed his bag in the backseat. He specifically chose this Bugatti for the fact that he wanted a luxury convertible. He didn’t want just any and it was down to a McLaren and a Bugatti. The Bugatti won.

“Damn she sounds like a nightmare. Be sure to give her my number.”

Rex rolled his eyes and cracked a grin. “Sure. I’ll be sure to pass along the message. ‘Hey Kole, been a long time. By the way, you seeing anyone? My idiot brotha-from-anotha-mother wants to fuck ya. Here’s his number.’” Rex let out a deep laugh front he gut while he and Freddie play-wrestled for about a minute.

“Fucker. Get out of here. Be sure to post on your story. I wanna see all the craziness that you’re willing to make public.”

Revving the engine, both Rex and Freddie gave each other a hand gesture that was synonymous with not just their friendship, but the gesture a lot of the younger fans of both of them use to identify each other. Between the two of them, it was how they always communicated the sentiment of ‘see you later’.

As he drove out of the hanger and left the airport, Rex drove it like the stampeding bull that he was. While it may have been perceived as reckless, he had full control. The thrill of getting the attention of cops was always part of the addiction. Adding to it, Rex took advantage of his ability to multitask but hitting up his group chat with The Boys, Asher and Ty.

“BULL IS STAMPEDING HIS WAY THROUGH MIAMI TRAFFIC BOYS! GONNA GET FUCKING LIT TODAYYY!”

The sounds of Thin Lizzy’s ‘The Boys are Back In Town’ was like a symphony down the streets of Miami, en route to the Marina. But, more importantly, party central!