RPer Name: hagroden
Male DEMON name: Sathanus
Human name: Micah
Human age: 19
Apartment Number: 11
Sin: Wrath
Underworld position: Sovereign
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What's poppin bitch bois, welcome to the fun-zone.
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Would I be able to join as Wrath?
In that case, a word-count of about 600 sounds reasonable to me.
uhm your the same people?¿¿?!¡¡¡!!!¡
Ved
Taking a slow, final sip from his disposable cup, he groaned inwardly, satisfaction echoing throughout Every fiber of his being. Ever since his ship landed, his quality of life has improved drastically, he students were excited to come into class, and couldn't turn in their papers fast enough, eager for their next assignment on human culture. He had to say, honestly, humans were so much more interesting than their "alien" counterparts, their cultures were colorful and vibrant, unlike the dull totalitarianism of ancient alien civilizations, humans strived on war and action, instead of bureaucracy and unchanging traditionalism. Humans improved and evolved, evident in their cultures, while aliens had stayed the same for the last several hundred years.
Dog-earing his book, he stood up to his full height, all 6'7 of it, stretching happily and lazily, before tipping the barista 20 dollars and walking back out of the coffee shop, to begin his day.
Walking down the street, he smiled at the people as they walked by, who often either stared in horror or smile back. Making sure to wave friendly, as not to come off as intimidating or creepy. He continued to walk, the same street he trekked every day, to the park behind the library, sitting at a bench that protruded from the library wall, he would people watch for a bit of time, then go into the vast building and return to his research. His students had already covered a few of the major empires, Greek, Roman, and Ottoman but was currently having a brief crash course lesson on every country in the world's history, as well as the branching cultures and sub-cultures. Currently he was on Great Britian, which was so extensive that he had teached on it for two hours a day, three days a week, for the past two weeks. His classes were nearly caught up, and were currently on British punk sub-cultures.
Ved
He chuckled softly at the question, not minding that he took another. He had half a carton in his bag, which would be plenty enough until he hit the next town for a supply run. He had a pretty easy trade off for them, a pipe bomb for a carton, which would last him close to two weeks if he was careful, averaging that he only had about five a day. He was actually ahead of schedule, only about three miles from the next town. He could defiantly spare a handful of cigarettes for a fellow survivor.
"I've got plenty to spare, and I'll be getting more soon if you'd like to come. There's a town a few miles from here, that we could reach within the next hour or so."
He stated simply, his voice taking on the maturity of someone much older and much better at survival than the average. What not many knew about him was that he had been homeless on the streets of the toughest city in the world for almost seven years before he was taken in by his chapter. If he knew how to do anything, it was survive with a bare minimum of supplies. He could ration like none other, and knew just by looking at someone exactly how much food and water they needed to have so they could survive, stay healthy, and still eat very little.
Reaching into his left jacket pocket, he removed his two pipe bombs, tossing them, as well as one of his many spare zippos, over to Marcus.
"I hope you got a good arm, cause those will turn anything within a twenty five feet radius into confetti strips."
He said with a smirk, before pulling out his supplies from his bags and beginning the process of building the bombs. Same as before, he cut holes into two caps, took out two 4 inchers, fused them, capped one side, then filled them with gunpowder, nails, and rocks, before feeding the fuse through the top and sealing it so the bomb was glues up airtight, otherwise it would only work as a Molotov, not a grenade.
He chuckled softly at the question, not minding that he took another. He had half a carton in his bag, which would be plenty enough until he hit the next town for a supply run. He had a pretty easy trade off for them, a pipe bomb for a carton, which would last him close to two weeks if he was careful, averaging that he only had about five a day. He was actually ahead of schedule, only about three miles from the next town. He could defiantly spare a handful of cigarettes for a fellow survivor.
"I've got plenty to spare, and I'll be getting more soon if you'd like to come. There's a town a few miles from here, that we could reach within the next hour or so."
He stated simply, his voice taking on the maturity of someone much older and much better at survival than the average. What not many knew about him was that he had been homeless on the streets of the toughest city in the world for almost seven years before he was taken in by his chapter. If he knew how to do anything, it was survive with a bare minimum of supplies. He could ration like none other, and knew just by looking at someone exactly how much food and water they needed to have so they could survive, stay healthy, and still eat very little.
Reaching into his left jacket pocket, he removed his two pipe bombs, tossing them, as well as one of his many spare zippos, over to Marcus.
"I hope you got a good arm, cause those will turn anything within a twenty five feet radius into confetti strips."
He said with a smirk, before pulling out his supplies from his bags and beginning the process of building the bombs. Same as before, he cut holes into two caps, took out two 4 inchers, fused them, capped one side, then filled them with gunpowder, nails, and rocks, before feeding the fuse through the top and sealing it so the bomb was glues up airtight, otherwise it would only work as a Molotov, not a grenade.
No need to apologize, It's just a guideline Id like to set up, if you're all ok with that.
I may be adding a rule that states
"Keep posts under 2,000 Characters."
I don't mean to be rude, but I don't want people getting scared off due to the post size in something described as low/mid casual. I also don't think posting a page worth of reading at once is very appropriate for the aforementioned casuality.
What do you guys think?
"Keep posts under 2,000 Characters."
I don't mean to be rude, but I don't want people getting scared off due to the post size in something described as low/mid casual. I also don't think posting a page worth of reading at once is very appropriate for the aforementioned casuality.
What do you guys think?
Yo wth ypu cant talk like that
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