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2 yrs ago
Current "When you have an unfair system the only thing you have to do in order for that system to be used against you, is to wait."
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2 yrs ago
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All of that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
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2 yrs ago
Oh sorry. I read the question wrong. 1's actually my social security number.
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2 yrs ago
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2 yrs ago
The phallic stimulation toy of consequence rarely arrives pre-lubricated.
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I have 3 mottos here in life, really.




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Nah, me and Wraith both know someone worse. You're more of a loose canon; but you're a damn good cop.

Xander Michaels


"Got any change?"

Xander stands at 172 CM and 57 Kilograms. He is incredibly skinny with almost no mass on his body, almost being anorexic in build, all caused by the lack of food in his life. His skin is pale with a lot of blemishes and acne. His eyes and hair are both brown with his scruffy patches of beard being rat-colored. He always wears a worn, dirty, and smelly jacket that he's owned for almost 15 years.

Age:
21

]Gender:
Male

Rich or Poor?:
Dirt Poor.

Sector:
7

For the Battle or Opposed?
It's a opportunity to make money - But he is opposed.

Power Description:
Demonologist - Xander is a self-proclaimed demonologist. His power is the ability to overcharge his body with a dark energy, generating a forcefield around himself. The field takes on the look of a demonic exoskeleton that protects him from harm, giving him super strength and allows him to use the dark energy in a wide variety of ways.

These include firing bolts of energy, making shields, shoot it out of his eyes and even use it to obscure someone's vision of him by turning it into a mist.

Power Weakness
He is only able to keep his 'demon form' up for a couple of minutes before having to rest extensively. His powers do not affect him if he does not 'transform'.

Weapon of Choice:
Shotgun - It's easy to understand, and easier to use.

Fighting Skills:
Nothing beyond running from the authorities and anyone that's bigger than him.

Personality:
A calm, kind and gentle soul. Xander has never owned anything more than the clothes on his body and the box he's kept as a roof. He's fought for his right to live everyday of his life, always having to find someway to get food for the day and water to quench his thirst. When he was younger, he was easily pushed around because of his small frame and figure, but when he discovered he was a leviathan his life changed. Now he has the ability to turn the tides in a physical confrontation, and it's stopped him from being scared and worried.

What money he does own, he's spent on buying weed for himself and food for the other beggars in the city.

Biography:
wip

Likes:
Pears, dogs and beans.
Wine is also pretty big for him.

Dislikes:
Beer, violence or authority figures.

Fears:.
Freezing to death in a cold sidewalk, people walking past him without helping him is his truly darkest fear.
He's afraid of monkeys and ghosts.
Monkey Ghosts would be actual hell.

Weaknesses:
He's a malnourished skinny white guy with no fighting skills and no weapons - as well as no education or any money.

Other:
He carries a old hat that he won in a game of poker.

Theme Song:
Dollar is what I need.
And remember;

Here you won't have to wait a month to get introduced into the story. ; D

Same as what Haley said.

I could go after Morden.

Sector One

Jonas Shinra - The Solar Gladiator


When his name was called, a smile crept up on his face. To the cheers of the crowd, he found his way up to the stage, wearing his 20 thousand dollar suit, he looked down at the people. Some of them were well off, they were clean and properly dressed, while others were covered in dirt, wearing torn clothing and looking both tired and hungry, they looked weak. Compared to him, of course, they were all weak. The sun was glaring on his skin as the crowds cheer at his greatness died down at the second name being called.

Ember. Course, his 'partner' had to be her. He didn't know her that well, but he did know that she was truly and thoroughly annoying. Carring her child on her up there on the podium, Jonas's smirk turned into a slight frown, looking at the child. A defenseless creature, whom by no means had done nothing wrong, and yet, fate would take their mother away from them. A thought was given to the kid, if he was a religious man, he would've prayed that the kid would grow strong, and not turn to a life of thievery and poverty. Then again - He wasn't.

Jonas approached the podium; certainly out of the norm for the leviathans to do. Loosening the tie around his neck a little, he smiled as he looked out over the people. "In this moment people of sector one; a legend will be born. You are witnessing the next chapter of history. My name is Jonas Shinra, and I am your champion. And I will bring you, the people, victory!" With a raised fist, the crowd erupted into a cheer. And the smile returned to the young man's face.

Soldiers approached him and his partner, about to take them both to the train. Jonas's smile turned into a sadistic grin as the soldier was about to grab his arm. "I would suggest you not to do that." The soldier saw the cold look the young man gave him and backed off "S-Sorry Mr.Shinra" and headed off to the woman. Jonas smiled as he headed to the train, looking back to the crowd whom were still cheering for him.

With a wave, he left the sector and headed into the train.

I might consider the shadow spot, too.

I mean, you don't really need a touch of catch-up, we've only posted like.. Five times without you.

Then again, is it worth writing you back in? You might leave next week again.


I kidd, I kidd.

Crap. That's actually good.

Weak.
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