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STATUS: Just ran a stale yellow. Nobody on this website is doing it like me, sticking it to the man like me, blazing a trail against tyranny like me. the only thing revolutionary about you is your rhetoric 1 mo ago
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Just ran a stale yellow. Nobody on this website is doing it like me, sticking it to the man like me, blazing a trail against tyranny like me. the only thing revolutionary about you is your rhetoric
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Takeru Segawa is the type of man they made myths out of. Intensely privileged to be able to say I watched him burn so bright as he did before going out with a win. I’ll miss you, hero.
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a frayed thread on the colorful tapestry of our existence, begging to be yanked until the whole thing unravels, a suggestive, inviting golden glow around the idea of leaking my buddy's DMs to his wife
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I'm like the "conspicuously modded with multiple trojan backdoors skyrim save on your friend's screenshare stream" of white boys
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Completely fucking up my field sobriety test as i clamber out of the honda fit i've wrapped around a lightpost, staggering everywhere, before finally scoring a big fat goose egg on the breathalyzer
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i loved the part where cowboy bebop said bang and shot people
Name: John N. Viper
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Nation of birth: Drevmort
Appearance: A solidly built man, even as his athletic prime is beginning to leave him behind he still looks every bit as trained and powerful as he is. Tallish, but not overly so, he's lightly brushed with old scars--equally probable to be kitchen accidents or old war stories waiting to be told. Rugged in face, build, clothing, and overall complexion, his short beard and neck-length hair (both brown) are kept out of the way by a plain green headband when cooking or otherwise necessary. Wears drab clothing, carries a serious expression most of the time.
Personality: Very world-weary, and seems to carry years of life experience perhaps even beyond his age. Not very nonsensical, but not entirely without a sense of humor. Will freely dispense both advice, and food, and has a bit of a fatherly streak. Admires things such as codes of honor and idealism, but cannot claim to hold them himself entirely. Nonetheless, he has a sense of right and wrong and will follow it through hell or high water, with both words, fists, and steel. The latter two of which, at least, are definitely trained.
Valuable possessions: A set of knives, kitchen standard. A cooking pot, well-maintained and always clean. A set of eating utensils, bowls, and some key spices. A ladle, a reference cookbook, washrags, and a pack to keep everything in.
Finally, a small bronze band around the fourth finger of his left hand, obviously holding deep sentimental value despite its plain metallurgy, only having a constant polish, a perfect fit, and a simple etched groove running along the center.
Short History of Character: A former soldier of unspecified rank, the toils of war weighed heavily upon John's soul as they would have any young man, fresh off conscription and just having had a son. After serving long, dutiful years and doing both right and wrong in the name of his orders, one fateful night where he ended up back in his hometown brought it all to a screeching halt.
He finished his time in the army solemnly, and retired to a peaceful life, taking up cooking as work to make what little ends he needed meet. But every so often, the Call tugs upon the strings of the heart...
No Swords, No Problem.
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Nation of birth: Drevmort
Appearance: A solidly built man, even as his athletic prime is beginning to leave him behind he still looks every bit as trained and powerful as he is. Tallish, but not overly so, he's lightly brushed with old scars--equally probable to be kitchen accidents or old war stories waiting to be told. Rugged in face, build, clothing, and overall complexion, his short beard and neck-length hair (both brown) are kept out of the way by a plain green headband when cooking or otherwise necessary. Wears drab clothing, carries a serious expression most of the time.
Personality: Very world-weary, and seems to carry years of life experience perhaps even beyond his age. Not very nonsensical, but not entirely without a sense of humor. Will freely dispense both advice, and food, and has a bit of a fatherly streak. Admires things such as codes of honor and idealism, but cannot claim to hold them himself entirely. Nonetheless, he has a sense of right and wrong and will follow it through hell or high water, with both words, fists, and steel. The latter two of which, at least, are definitely trained.
Valuable possessions: A set of knives, kitchen standard. A cooking pot, well-maintained and always clean. A set of eating utensils, bowls, and some key spices. A ladle, a reference cookbook, washrags, and a pack to keep everything in.
Finally, a small bronze band around the fourth finger of his left hand, obviously holding deep sentimental value despite its plain metallurgy, only having a constant polish, a perfect fit, and a simple etched groove running along the center.
Short History of Character: A former soldier of unspecified rank, the toils of war weighed heavily upon John's soul as they would have any young man, fresh off conscription and just having had a son. After serving long, dutiful years and doing both right and wrong in the name of his orders, one fateful night where he ended up back in his hometown brought it all to a screeching halt.
He finished his time in the army solemnly, and retired to a peaceful life, taking up cooking as work to make what little ends he needed meet. But every so often, the Call tugs upon the strings of the heart...
No Swords, No Problem.
Luke Schwarz -- Pre-Class
"Ah." Luke said, not answering the rhetorical question that followed with anything more than a nod.
So it was the fifty-fifty thing. Alright.
Turning back to Amy, he winced in sympathy. That was terrible luck, by anyone's metric, and not to mention, it was also embarrassing! He'd die if he got a girl's uniform instead of a guy's!
...
Well...
No. I don't have any use for the skirt or blouse, not even the stockings! Even panties would lose their allure if not previously owned by someone!
Focus, man!
"That's rough. But at least you have a good explanation, so you won't get in trouble until it's resolved, right?" he asked, leaning one elbow onto the desk.
"Ah." Luke said, not answering the rhetorical question that followed with anything more than a nod.
So it was the fifty-fifty thing. Alright.
Turning back to Amy, he winced in sympathy. That was terrible luck, by anyone's metric, and not to mention, it was also embarrassing! He'd die if he got a girl's uniform instead of a guy's!
...
Well...
No. I don't have any use for the skirt or blouse, not even the stockings! Even panties would lose their allure if not previously owned by someone!
Focus, man!
"That's rough. But at least you have a good explanation, so you won't get in trouble until it's resolved, right?" he asked, leaning one elbow onto the desk.
Luke Schwarz -- Hold up
Wait.
"...Your dad was an Avian faunus?"
Luke's mind grasped at any straw it could to figure this one out. And since they were just about to attend a math class, it looked something like this.
Hawk
+
???
=
Cat?
It found none, and only got itself further lost. Did Faunus really work like that? Was it a 50/50 deal on traits expressed? Was it, dare he say it, like Pokemon, where the Mother was the deciding factor? Was she maybe adopted?
...Should he be this confused on these things? There were a few faunus at his high school, but, granted, he was also the rare hermit-type person for three out of four years.
Wait.
"...Your dad was an Avian faunus?"
Luke's mind grasped at any straw it could to figure this one out. And since they were just about to attend a math class, it looked something like this.
Hawk
+
???
=
Cat?
It found none, and only got itself further lost. Did Faunus really work like that? Was it a 50/50 deal on traits expressed? Was it, dare he say it, like Pokemon, where the Mother was the deciding factor? Was she maybe adopted?
...Should he be this confused on these things? There were a few faunus at his high school, but, granted, he was also the rare hermit-type person for three out of four years.
Luke Schwarz -- FUCKING KRAYZIKK MAKING ME NEED TO EDIT MY POST REEEEEEEEEE
"Looks like mostly Calculus." Luke answered in even time with Ben, stumbling as one of the students knocked off balance by Shiro's mad dash back to the combat classroom was (understandably) knocked into his path. That was a good sign of it being enough of the whole "walk backwards" thing. Turning forward as they approached the final stretch to the classroom, he was no free to frown apprehensively.
I've always had a decent enough handle on math, but I did hear horror stories about Calc.
What if I'm one of those types that hits a brick wall with it?
Will I even be able to count on my previous facility?
I did just barely get in here!
"So, I guess I'll have to see what it's like." he finished to himself as they'd entered the classroom, using his well-traveled "more neutral than I feel" tone of voice. Nodding gratefully as Bastille's leader offered him a seat, he briefly scanned the room for any fellow members of his team.
None yet. Turning back to the three, he raised an eyebrow at Ben's last statement and didn't feel his trademark ahoge morph back into that question mark shape for a brief moment.
"No uniform?"
...
"How does that happen?"
"Looks like mostly Calculus." Luke answered in even time with Ben, stumbling as one of the students knocked off balance by Shiro's mad dash back to the combat classroom was (understandably) knocked into his path. That was a good sign of it being enough of the whole "walk backwards" thing. Turning forward as they approached the final stretch to the classroom, he was no free to frown apprehensively.
I've always had a decent enough handle on math, but I did hear horror stories about Calc.
What if I'm one of those types that hits a brick wall with it?
Will I even be able to count on my previous facility?
I did just barely get in here!
"So, I guess I'll have to see what it's like." he finished to himself as they'd entered the classroom, using his well-traveled "more neutral than I feel" tone of voice. Nodding gratefully as Bastille's leader offered him a seat, he briefly scanned the room for any fellow members of his team.
None yet. Turning back to the three, he raised an eyebrow at Ben's last statement and didn't feel his trademark ahoge morph back into that question mark shape for a brief moment.
"No uniform?"
...
"How does that happen?"
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