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6 yrs ago
r/iamverysmart
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6 yrs ago
DEGENERATE!?!?!? LMAO! Get over yourself dude. For real
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6 yrs ago
I mean everytime I've seen you moan, people have tried to be helpful and give you tips, you have never done any of those things. You still don't like putting images and colors in your interest checks
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7 yrs ago
Really need a fantasy RP. Someone hit me up if you got one/know one that's pretty active rn
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7 yrs ago
Have fun with that then :)

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Name: Garvus Strognir Age: 24 Appearance: ![](/img/http://www.mobafire.com/images/champion/portrait/braum.jpg) Bio: A fabled strongman of the far, frozen north of Anaxus Prime. Garvus was a simple goat farmer, however his selfless and kind-hearted nature had earned him fame across his village, but not further. Many of the village would account tales, varying from the time Garvus had rescued the goats of his neighbour as they rushed down the hill. He uprooted a whole tree and used it as a blockade to stop the goats from swimming any further. Another, and one of the village's most accounted tales, is the time he used a large piece of wooden wall to stop fire from singing the backs of escaping villagers. Garvus is truly this strong and has done most of these tales. However, he seeked something bigger and so left the farm in the capable hands of his brother and his brother's wife, leaving for the centre of Anaxus Prime. It wasn't long before the tattooed muscleman was spotted, as he picked up two thieves by the collar of their clothes in the middle of a market, each ascended in the air by one arm each. Fortunately, the people who spotted Garvus had spread word of the new man in town, which quickly found it's way to the coliseum. An offer was given to Garvus, and he saw this opportunity to gain more fame. Garvus has never killed a man in the arena before and never plans too, against the crowd's will from time to time. He also puts himself in the way of danger when fighting with allies as much as possible. Old habits die hard. Armor: Medium, level 2. Equipment: A short sword and a very large shield, which looks like this- ![](http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140520035131/leagueoflegends/images/a/ab/Braum%27s_Shield.jpg) (ignore all the ice and glowy shit)
I've posted. Sorry if my posts don't seem like much but I'm trying my best to get some input or stuff in.
Jaune watched as the events unfolded and saw that when the man was finally on the ground and Blake was rushing him. Jaune rushed forward and he pointed Crocea Mors at the man's throat. "Hmph, why are you here?" Jaune asked, cocking his head slightly and using a stern voice, although Jaune wasn't really one for stern. He turned to Blake and Simmons, alternately. "Also, good job guys." He said with a smile before turning back to the mystery assailant they just stopped. Jaune would wait for an answer, as it seemed their opponent could go nowhere, but just to be sure, Jaune planted a boot on his chest to keep him in place.
I'll work on the Jaune post now
This is going to be awesome!!! I posted now too
Well, I'll get to making a sheet asap, I'll try an alternate Braum story and see what you think?
*That was the second time Will has been left floating in darkness, but this was not a way to go to a happy world- this was cold, and dark. Jet black tendrils wrapped around his legs and arms, snaking across to his torso. His body became covered in darkness and soon his face was being wrapped in these pure black tentacles. There was nothing he could do, he felt limp and lifeless, as if all his fight has been sucked away from him. No matter how much he tried to move or struggle, not even a single muscle geared into action, and so he let the darkness envelop his vision.* Will woke up in a shock, he was in a white, clinical room with vials and microscopes littering the table tops. He turned left and right before his vision focused on a man. "Wait... who... who are you?" Will asked, still coming back from unconsciousness. He tried to move but found himself shackled onto a vertical table. "Hey!!! Let me go!!!" He shouted, not looking at the man but instead staring at the restraints that binded him to the table. He then turned to the ma- wait? He's not a man? He's a filthy Vygorn. Was Will tricked? Red eyes, it said it all. "Motherfucker!!! I'll kill you!!! Fucking... HEY!!! LET ME OUT!!! HELP!!!" Will began to scream, if anything could get him off of this table Will would be either going for the face or running for his life. Will wouldn't stop struggling or shouting, until the Vygorn interrupted him.
That's where he got the idea from. I'll let him know
Also, if I could my character was gonna have similar origin to Braum
Hell yeah it is!
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