Appearance (Normal): He wears an orange hoodie and blue jeans. He has short scruffled black hair and blue eyes. Slightly tan.
Name: Adrian "Aero" Dunnon
Age: 19
Height: 5'8
Personality: I'd rather reveal in story.
History: Not much to tell. Aero lived a normal, human life up until he moved to college.
Appearance (Champion): The hood to his hoodie is up and Aero wears a cloth mask over his face. Other wise, nothing has really changed.
Dragon Name: Aurious
Dragon Awakening Level: Awakened
Dragon Abilities: Active- Air manipulation- What it says on the tin.
Passive- small winds- air slowly moves around Aero, can become faster if the situation gets too intense.
Main Item: A small dragon claw necklace. When asked about it, Aero says he got it from a Renaissance Faire
Health Pool: 50
Mana Pool: 100
Hope this is ok.
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Where the hell are you guys?
With the other four following after him, Iwa continued to run until he ran out of the foggy area and into a circular clearing large enough to fit a small town. In the middle was a stout man wearing a big white hat with a bushy black mustache and a large grin. He turned toward Iwa slowly and opened his mouth to speak. Instead of a normal voice or the stereotypical italian voice, the disembodied booming god spoke from the chef's mouth.
WELCOME TO THE FIRST PART OF MY TEST! THIS IS MOZZARELLA AND HE WILL BE TELLING YOU PRECISELY WHAT TO DO!
The crowd that had formed around Mozzarella began to mutter. Some little snippets like "What kind of name is Mozzarella?" or "Why is he so creepy? arose around Iwa as he stood there, watching everyone voice their opinion. Mozzarella stepped forward slowly, making his way to the front of the crowd and stopping. Clasping his hands together, Mozzarella opened his mouth again, but this time his actual voice spoke. "I am-a Mozzarella. I will be your helper for the 24 hours you will-a be in the Forest of Good-a Taste. Ah haha."
'He's Italian? Never coulda guessed. He seems good natured enough, but something's off about him.' Iwa observed Mozzarella's every movement closely. Rigid and metallic- like a machine. He walked slowly, too, but in an abnormal way. Like a horror movie villain. Then there was his face. Mozzarella was never not smiling, almost like he didn't have a choice in the matter. His cheeks looked like they were made of plastic and his eyes were glassy and purple- two traits human eyes don't have without special surgery.
"Now-a, before we get started, I would-a like to thank each and every one of you for coming. It would be-a so lonely without visitors here every week. Your task here is to cook a delicious meal for me. The best cooks pass, the worse start again. You only have 24 hours to gather ingredients for a meal and meet me-a back here when you're done. But, be careful not to get lost in the forest. Bad-a things lurk there. Bad-a things indeed. Begin." Immediately after Mozzarella finished, people had questions...
"What forest?"
"What exactly do you want us to cook?"
"Why the hell are we even doing this?"
...all of which were left un-answered. Except for one.
As soon as Mozzarella made his way back to the middle of the clearing, a forest began growing around it. Trees began popping out of the ground everywhere. One poor sap had a tree grow underneath him. He was stuck in the leaves for the remainder of the week.
'I assume we're expected to fend off these 'bad things' while we collect food and stuff to cook? That shouldn't be so hard... for a group of people at least.' Iwa turned to the other four that were waiting under the gazebo and smiled slightly. "So guys, I have a proposition. I want to team up with the rest of you to beat this thing quickly and easily, and in return we can all share credit for the meal. What do you say?"
WELCOME TO THE FIRST PART OF MY TEST! THIS IS MOZZARELLA AND HE WILL BE TELLING YOU PRECISELY WHAT TO DO!
The crowd that had formed around Mozzarella began to mutter. Some little snippets like "What kind of name is Mozzarella?" or "Why is he so creepy? arose around Iwa as he stood there, watching everyone voice their opinion. Mozzarella stepped forward slowly, making his way to the front of the crowd and stopping. Clasping his hands together, Mozzarella opened his mouth again, but this time his actual voice spoke. "I am-a Mozzarella. I will be your helper for the 24 hours you will-a be in the Forest of Good-a Taste. Ah haha."
'He's Italian? Never coulda guessed. He seems good natured enough, but something's off about him.' Iwa observed Mozzarella's every movement closely. Rigid and metallic- like a machine. He walked slowly, too, but in an abnormal way. Like a horror movie villain. Then there was his face. Mozzarella was never not smiling, almost like he didn't have a choice in the matter. His cheeks looked like they were made of plastic and his eyes were glassy and purple- two traits human eyes don't have without special surgery.
"Now-a, before we get started, I would-a like to thank each and every one of you for coming. It would be-a so lonely without visitors here every week. Your task here is to cook a delicious meal for me. The best cooks pass, the worse start again. You only have 24 hours to gather ingredients for a meal and meet me-a back here when you're done. But, be careful not to get lost in the forest. Bad-a things lurk there. Bad-a things indeed. Begin." Immediately after Mozzarella finished, people had questions...
...all of which were left un-answered. Except for one.
As soon as Mozzarella made his way back to the middle of the clearing, a forest began growing around it. Trees began popping out of the ground everywhere. One poor sap had a tree grow underneath him. He was stuck in the leaves for the remainder of the week.
'I assume we're expected to fend off these 'bad things' while we collect food and stuff to cook? That shouldn't be so hard... for a group of people at least.' Iwa turned to the other four that were waiting under the gazebo and smiled slightly. "So guys, I have a proposition. I want to team up with the rest of you to beat this thing quickly and easily, and in return we can all share credit for the meal. What do you say?"
Dying to death and also eating nuggets.
I can totally understand that.
You guy's still alive?
Awson said
>watching Yugioh>posting on Spam>2014Granted, I used to do those things. But the second I stopped they became things that only faggots do.
>Using the internet
>2014
Granted, I used to do that. But the second I stopped it became something only nerds do.
Iwa watched them all give out their names and exchange some odd glances. He took one step back when Kit mentioned her culture's thoughts on 'advances', and one step further when he noticed they all had their hands on a weapon. 'So, it's obvious Ash is from middle Xilin. Kit looks like a street rat from Goln. These last two, Lamb and Kazz, look a bit odd for natives of Ikard, but to be fair, Ikard is an odd place.' Before he could get a chance to speak, the booming voice told them about the test, and what the requirements were to pass [see the first post]. "Finally. This thing can get started." Iwa smiled anxiously before running into the fog to begin.
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