Jihord
He stepped nearly silently towards Leon and Jin, overhearing their conversation, and not having much social experience he looked down at them before asking
"What know you of training? You know aggression, but what other? What tactics or patience have you?"
He didn't intend to be rude, but he had little to no social experience and tended to be extremely straightforward on the occasions he opened his mouth.
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Jihord
He stepped into the cafateria, wind blowing cold frost all across the room. He steps to the concession stand, and leaning in to speak quietly to an attendant, he waits a few minutes, then is handed a tray with a grey gravy type stew in a large bowl. He move towards the far end of the cafeteria, sitting at the far end of a table with two people sitting across the table from each other.
He stepped into the cafateria, wind blowing cold frost all across the room. He steps to the concession stand, and leaning in to speak quietly to an attendant, he waits a few minutes, then is handed a tray with a grey gravy type stew in a large bowl. He move towards the far end of the cafeteria, sitting at the far end of a table with two people sitting across the table from each other.
Jihord
-Oxygen based atmosphere, 9 points gravity Semtex, carbon based life, heavy population density, history of interspecies war, plentiful animal and plant life.-
-Oxygen based atmosphere, 9 points gravity Semtex, carbon based life, heavy population density, history of interspecies war, plentiful animal and plant life.-
Jihørd
"Floors 1-3 have impenetrable force reflux lining the inner and outter walls."
He growled quietly as he sent information telepathically to WEB
-Floor plans and ventilation blueprints, searching for emergency exits as well as the political database.-
"Floors 1-3 have impenetrable force reflux lining the inner and outter walls."
He growled quietly as he sent information telepathically to WEB
-Floor plans and ventilation blueprints, searching for emergency exits as well as the political database.-
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Name
Micah Stubbe
Age
23
Rap Sheet
63 Counts of Hate Crime (One per crime)
47 Counts of assault
12 Counts of involuntary manslaughter
11 Counts of Voluntary Manslaughter
Bio/Personality
Micah is A Nationalist Socialist, he grew up in New York and was forced to leave by the local kikes and police force. He has over 36 copies of Mein Kampf and 42 copies of the doctrines of fascism, as well as 15 copies of the unibomber manifesto, Race, evolution and behavior, Sun-Tzu's the art of war, Revolt against the modern world, and various other books stockpiled in a guncase in his home. He runs a neo-fascist/ national socialist library out of his bedroom for any and all willing to educate themselves. He is incredibly articulated, extremely intelligent in regards to politics and modern world history, and deeply anti-zionistic.
Dirty Secret
Before his reeducation, he was a liberal social Marxist, and kills anyone who mentions it.
Any room left?
Jihørd
After reaching the lowest floor, he turned right, traveling deeper towards the center of the pyramid. He reaches a door a few feet taller than him, and reaches down to the pass code lock, putting in six letters, the doors slid open to reveal a giant room, the operations quarter. It took up a large section of the pyramid, directly through the center, with catwalks and stairs everywhere, all surrounding a giant green cylinder, the engine.
He approached the engine, inserting a seven digit code to a hover-screen, and two hand-slots formed from the engine. He slid his hands into them, squeezing the bars on the inside, activating the telearchive.
After reaching the lowest floor, he turned right, traveling deeper towards the center of the pyramid. He reaches a door a few feet taller than him, and reaches down to the pass code lock, putting in six letters, the doors slid open to reveal a giant room, the operations quarter. It took up a large section of the pyramid, directly through the center, with catwalks and stairs everywhere, all surrounding a giant green cylinder, the engine.
He approached the engine, inserting a seven digit code to a hover-screen, and two hand-slots formed from the engine. He slid his hands into them, squeezing the bars on the inside, activating the telearchive.
Jihørd
He shakes his head, not really processing the sarcasm.
He shakes his head, not really processing the sarcasm.
I can totally help Jink with WW2 history classes
Jihørd
Instead of actually replying to Tanikazi, he simply roars at him, his icy breath frosting his hair and face.
-I'm moving to the Archives, tailed midgaurdian following, I'll send blueprints once acquired.-
He continues to move through the tall hallways, navigating them with ease. He spent centuries playing on this ship before it was institutionalized by alien governments. This prison had been his home and he knew every corridor exactly.
Instead of actually replying to Tanikazi, he simply roars at him, his icy breath frosting his hair and face.
-I'm moving to the Archives, tailed midgaurdian following, I'll send blueprints once acquired.-
He continues to move through the tall hallways, navigating them with ease. He spent centuries playing on this ship before it was institutionalized by alien governments. This prison had been his home and he knew every corridor exactly.
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