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Who we talkin bout?
Wait is the dude with MPD sitting with us?
"That guy is strange," Mikhail said with a stern face. The guy had someone sit him down and then the same person left to go get food. Mikhail watched as some teen with a british accent sat down.
"I don't think I saw you on the bus earlier. I've been trying to get some answers on what is going on here. Do you think you can help." The short blond girl asked.
"I came here from Arizona, on the Harley outside," Mikhail said "And as to whats going on here I dont know, I came here on my own. Heard it was a good place to an education, I dont really know why you guys are here."
He noticed a girl that resembled those he used to hang around at the bar. She looked like she had been around the wrong side of the tracks and he smiled knowing he wasn't the only kid here people would refer to as a hood. She asked if she could sit down.
"Absolutely," Mikhail said, "I'm Mikhail."
He watched as she sat down, he definitely liked this girl. He kept checking her out from the corner of his eye ever so often as the conversation continued with the other students. He ate some eggs and looked up to see the kids that had surrounded his bike from earlier, he clenched his fork and bent its head downwards with his thumb. The boys watched him and snickered then spoke to each other and laughed out loud, he watched them pass and wondered what they found so funny. He set his fork down and saw the kid who shouted out being guided over to the table by some other teen, the guiding teen put his hand out and waited for Mikhail to shake it. Mikhail gave him a funny look, something about this guy came off as strange to Mikhail and he decided to not shake the teens hand.
"I don't think I saw you on the bus earlier. I've been trying to get some answers on what is going on here. Do you think you can help." The short blond girl asked.
"I came here from Arizona, on the Harley outside," Mikhail said "And as to whats going on here I dont know, I came here on my own. Heard it was a good place to an education, I dont really know why you guys are here."
He noticed a girl that resembled those he used to hang around at the bar. She looked like she had been around the wrong side of the tracks and he smiled knowing he wasn't the only kid here people would refer to as a hood. She asked if she could sit down.
"Absolutely," Mikhail said, "I'm Mikhail."
He watched as she sat down, he definitely liked this girl. He kept checking her out from the corner of his eye ever so often as the conversation continued with the other students. He ate some eggs and looked up to see the kids that had surrounded his bike from earlier, he clenched his fork and bent its head downwards with his thumb. The boys watched him and snickered then spoke to each other and laughed out loud, he watched them pass and wondered what they found so funny. He set his fork down and saw the kid who shouted out being guided over to the table by some other teen, the guiding teen put his hand out and waited for Mikhail to shake it. Mikhail gave him a funny look, something about this guy came off as strange to Mikhail and he decided to not shake the teens hand.
I can see describing your gender each day would be an annoying conversation. XD
God no!
Ah I see now, the sex/gender thing is confusing for me english is my second language. Thanks for clarifying.
Name: Teres "Tango" Tengenis
Age: 27
Appearance: Tall with a dark goatee and short cut black hair. His armor consists of a trench coat thrown over an old republic solders uniform. He has many scars across his body most noticeable is the one that goes across his back as well as the one on his torso which mirrors the one on his back.
Faction: He works for the highest bidder, though his moral compass points towards helping himself most of the time it can point to the little man.
Bio: Though his old history is unknown it is suspected that he has ties to the times before the empire came to power, he has worked for the empire before but does not agree with their politics.
Personality: He is a drunk who enjoys the company of himself and his weapons. He prefers women who are direct and straight to the point. He will be the same way if he can be sure they are going to do the same for him. He is not particularly loyal and is gritty making him the opposite of royalty, a king of the slums.
Skills/weapon(s) of choice: He uses an old style blaster as his secondary and a large revolving cannon as his primary weapon for major fights. He is skilled in hand to hand combat and could likely take on any bounty hunter that crossed his path. He can also hold is booze extremely well.
Relationship?: None yet.
Other: Cash is better than a promise of a better tommorow.
Age: 27
Appearance: Tall with a dark goatee and short cut black hair. His armor consists of a trench coat thrown over an old republic solders uniform. He has many scars across his body most noticeable is the one that goes across his back as well as the one on his torso which mirrors the one on his back.
Faction: He works for the highest bidder, though his moral compass points towards helping himself most of the time it can point to the little man.
Bio: Though his old history is unknown it is suspected that he has ties to the times before the empire came to power, he has worked for the empire before but does not agree with their politics.
Personality: He is a drunk who enjoys the company of himself and his weapons. He prefers women who are direct and straight to the point. He will be the same way if he can be sure they are going to do the same for him. He is not particularly loyal and is gritty making him the opposite of royalty, a king of the slums.
Skills/weapon(s) of choice: He uses an old style blaster as his secondary and a large revolving cannon as his primary weapon for major fights. He is skilled in hand to hand combat and could likely take on any bounty hunter that crossed his path. He can also hold is booze extremely well.
Relationship?: None yet.
Other: Cash is better than a promise of a better tommorow.
Question how does one flip back and forth from gender? Without racking up a massive charge in the prodecures room.
Alex watched the girl as her eyes widened and she took a step back, she then tackled him and placed some form of pink energy over his hand. He recognized it as some kind of blanket, he thought it was cute until he saw her stand up and stomp his hand. He shouted out and grabbed her foot and kept her from kicking any longer, he gently set her foot down as he stood up.
"Chill out!," Alex said "Its just my power! I can produce and control fire around me, dont flip out."
Alex massaged his now probably broken fingers and walked away steaming, literally. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a plastic bag and filled it with ice then a wash clothe and wrapped it around his hand.
"Chill out!," Alex said "Its just my power! I can produce and control fire around me, dont flip out."
Alex massaged his now probably broken fingers and walked away steaming, literally. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a plastic bag and filled it with ice then a wash clothe and wrapped it around his hand.
I got it
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