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What's poppin bitch bois, welcome to the fun-zone.
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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.
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Golden acres the scum of society as were the lowest of the low conglomerate in groups and masses. Wether it be the shady dealers were the very houses the live in can be ticking time bombs with meth manufacturing to the lights never going out causing sleepless night. Thugs and small time killers extorting for profit, sometimes to no avail as most of the trailers are packing some sort of weapon. Arms dealers with enough to supply small armies giving the phrase trigger happy a bad name as gun shots are all too common thing. Hookers and prostitutes that walk the rows, not all women but with some men selling themselves for god knows what reason; drugs, food or any other reason. The homeless always trying to sneak and steal for what ever commodity that it is they need, with them flowing in by the day with promises of something better or theft.
According to official police reports, any calls that come from Golden acres result in at least two deaths of any sort of any peace officer. Swat, police in riot gear and some federal agents hit the trailer park quarterly, to stim any grow tide of rampant corruption to little resolve but it helps keep the residents in line for at least a while. With the average arrests being rounded over a hundred. From petty theft to cold blooded murder often with there being five to ten charges on the minimum. With the most on record was over sixty, five years ago since a mass murderer had been found in one such raid. It takes not only guts and a will to live but to devolp a personality to take it all by handles and peddle like hell.
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Dirty Secret: (Well whats something most people know about your character.)
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I'm going to remake this in free roleplay if anyone is intrested
Jihord
-Extremely hostile to each other, and have yet to have and any contact from other world dwellers-
Jihord
He nods, looking down at her hand that punched me
"Is your hand alright?"
He asked, concerned. Due to his sub-zero tempatures, people often got frostbite when they touched him
Jihord
"M-My apologize madam."
He grunted softly, not understanding why he upset her, and his accent always thickened nearly to the point it was unintelligible when he was flustered
"I meant no insult, ma'am."
He continued, frost forming rather thickly on his fingertips, legs, and the tips of his ears
"M-My apologize madam."
He grunted softly, not understanding why he upset her, and his accent always thickened nearly to the point it was unintelligible when he was flustered
"I meant no insult, ma'am."
He continued, frost forming rather thickly on his fingertips, legs, and the tips of his ears
Jihord
"M-My apologize madam."
He grunted softly, not understanding why he upset her, and his accent always thickened nearly to the point it was unintelligible when he was flustered
"I meant no insult, ma'am."
He continued, frost forming rather thickly on his fingertips, legs, and the tips of his ears
"M-My apologize madam."
He grunted softly, not understanding why he upset her, and his accent always thickened nearly to the point it was unintelligible when he was flustered
"I meant no insult, ma'am."
He continued, frost forming rather thickly on his fingertips, legs, and the tips of his ears
Jihord
He moves towards the voices in the kitchen, his cold atmosphere following
He moves towards the voices in the kitchen, his cold atmosphere following
Jihord
-I can survive anywhere. I am no weak midgaurdian.-
He growled in response
-Northern regions are comfortable environments-
He murmurs softly, understanding his concerns.
-I can survive anywhere. I am no weak midgaurdian.-
He growled in response
-Northern regions are comfortable environments-
He murmurs softly, understanding his concerns.
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