Holy Soldier

«The Brotherhood of Sword Art Online» Cawfeeyeh, Gween Teee~

@KalasIf he's affected by the "agro" of Chains's <<Fighting Spirit>> skill, then he can knock some sense into him without the <<Shame>>.

League of Legends [Massive World Game/Lore]

@LeeRoy@PatrickDrummer@Stern Algorithm@jasonwolf@Mirrodin@Kaalee@BreakingMe@jasonwolf@Elegance@Mirrodin@Archangel89

I'll get us moving again. I was trying to give other people a chance to post.

«The Brotherhood of Sword Art Online» Cawfeeyeh, Gween Teee~

@EzmeraldaI apologize. I'll tone it down and vague it up.

Edit: I deleted some things and toned it down some. Let me know if you find it still offensive.

«The Brotherhood of Sword Art Online» Cawfeeyeh, Gween Teee~

The proceedings occurring in the Mt. Meggido Grand Hall were a subtle warped noise to his ears. Out of the rows of upright crimson robe wearers, there was one who was face-down, head on table. A pool of drool had formed next to the secret member’s head complete with soft snoring. To what the slumbering member could see, there was a man seated upright behind him emitting the same “Zzz” noise and a third bent over the table, red-sleeve covered arms hanging over the edge along with its hooded head. The robed figure sandwiched between them had his face buried between the swells of the bent-over robed figure's ass. While the Grand Master and Fenixrite were dealing with Hikaru, Chains was happily elsewhere. Some place dimly-lit and private with a warrior female. Jesus their armor skins were so hot.

The teal-haired warrior had her hands up and fingers curled. Her round hips twisted to her run and hair whipped behind her like a banner. Her blue armor was hardly practical—if this had been reality and it wasn’t! It left nothing to the imagination as her every curve, cheek, and swell shook and bounced in absurd physics. His dream was the mod-version of Sword Art Online.

“Kyaaa~! Chains-sama, don’t chase me. You’re so scary!” the cute warrior girl cried.

Chains had a first-person POV and couldn’t see his body (or the damn bodies of those clones—yes!). All he saw were his armor-covered grabby hands, growing closer and closer to the metal babe.

“Oh, I’m more than just scary! Come on, let’s play something else.”

The warrior squeaked as she suddenly tripped and fell over. Chains was caught off-guard by her fall and spread his arms to slow his pursuit. He staggered and fell over, face plummeting into her bottom. Oh god yes!

“No; Chains-sama! Not there! Kyaa~!”

Back in game-reality, beneath his hood, Chains’s lips unzipped into a lewd grin as more drool spilled from between his teeth to roll and drip off the table. His two other clones were grinning similarly but their faces were all obscured by the Regent.

“Oh baby…your ass…turning me on so much…”

The horror unleashed by the sudden death of Fenixrite disturbed Chains from his dream. The babe was fading from his conscience. No! He was waking up! His eyelids cracked open as lines of silver blearily peeked through them. The grin had melted from his face as he groggily stared at the edge of his hood that was obscuring his vision.

Everyone close your eyes!

Chains’s brows crashed together as he blinked sleepily. Was he missing something?

FLASH!

Chains shot up in his chair, his eyes squinting as the flash was already fading. Cool air touched the wet spot at the corner of his mouth and before he made a motion to wipe it, he noticed his hand clutching the ass cheek of one of his clones. The tank’s face paled in horror as he quickly retracted it in disgust. He quickly rubbed the drool spot away from his mouth and his attention was drawn to a man screaming in rage next to him.

“RAAAAAHHH!” the robed figure screamed.

Chains stared blankly at him.

“RAAARAAH! AAAAH!”

He stared some more confused and unsure what to do here. It was actually kind of disturbing.

The robed man finally drew a dagger and whirled on Chains with every intention of stabbing him with it. There we go! The tank swiftly thrust out his hand, the metal of his palm colliding with the soft tissue of the dagger-wielder’s face. Slap! Slap! It felt as though two other slaps had collided with the dagger-wielder’s face, causing his head to crank around to the side. The blow had been swift for unarmed combat was the fastest combat in the game, and also the weakest without STR. The dagger-wielder fell backwards out of his chair to the floor, his feet comically flying up into the air.

“Chains used <<Bitch Slap>>. It’s super effective!” he narrated for himself.

What the hell was going on here? God damn it, he had to fall asleep and miss everything! From what he could see, people were killing each other in rage. <<Hate>>? Had someone used the hater spell? He remembered the flash. It had been <<Spiritual Light>> to be exact.

“So…we can leave right? Meeting’s over?” Chains asked sarcastically as he climbed onto the table and rose to his feet. It bothered him to see so many brothers turning on each other, but it bothered him even more not knowing whether he was allowed to kill them or not. Several brothers were rushing to the defense of the Grand Master, some were smitten by the hate, others were just avoiding the slaughter all together, and the final few heroes were chasing Hikaru.

Well that’s boring. There isn’t much for me to do but bitch slap other players, he mused.

“RAAAH!”

Welp, that was his cue to scram. Chains sprang off the table, his Regent billowing and yet still not revealing what he had underneath. Below him was a hate-cursed swordsman, twisting about to and fro after having cut two brothers down. He was snarling like a wild animal, and only briefly did he stop, suspecting that something was amiss. He looked up in time to catch a face-full of crotch. His body bent backwards, face contorting in rage and disgust to have his head trapped between another man’s legs. The weight of the other player forced him to fall backwards until the back of his headed collided with the floor.

Chains landed nuts-in-face on top of the other player, his heavy armored-behind crushing the player’s head. Chains was certain that if the player had been in his right mind that he would have been thanking the game makers for making HP bars.

“Chains used <<Tea Bag>>…” he winced a little as he rose off the floor, rubbing his ass. “It’s super effective.”

HEY! It’s me you want, right? Come and—

Chains watched with a plain expression the Grand Master get launched across the room by a greatsword wielder.

And I thought I was the tank? he mused. She dispatched of her assailant much as he would have expected, but the mob that charged her didn’t seem quite fair. It was as though she had been the hater’s true target (derp!). Ezmeralda rushed to the Grand Master’s side. When Chains saw Ezmeralda cut down several former brothers, he got the answer to his past question.

“Oooh, so we can kill them,” Chains said with a delighted smile curling at his lips.

A naginata suddenly ripped through his chest from behind, causing his eyes to widen a little in startle. As he turned to look behind him at his assailant, another player was charging him from the front with a one-handed long sword poised to cut him down. Chains reached a hand back to grasp the arm of the naginata to keep the other player from drawing it out. He <<Parry>> the other player’s sword with the blade of the naginata and then stepped forward to impale the player through the chest with it. The player’s eyes widened in shock as Chains brought his free arm around in a half-embrace, drawing him closer into him until his chin rested over his shoulder.

“Hnn; come here. Big hug!” he said lovingly.

The player shattered in his arms.

DEAD

The player behind him was trying to jerk his weapon from the tank’s grip. Chains’s hand went to grasp the red cloak that was around him, the material crumpling within his fist. He drew it free and cast it to the floor, revealing who he was. The man stood in thick, steel-grey armor. The clawed fingers of his gauntlets were coiled about the player’s naginata as he turned his silver and wolfish eyes over his shoulder to gaze at the player who was still raging. His eyelids became half-lidded as he extended his free arm and digitizing into his hand was a massive greataxe that he held horizontally aloft with ease.

“There’s no getting through to you is there?” Chains asked.

“RAAAAH!” came the reply.

“Huh!” he laughed. “I knew you’d say that.”

Chains yanked the naginata blade out of his chest and turned into the motion of his swinging greataxe, dropping the weapon in a downward chop. The weapon appeared to have missed the pole user by a few inches. The air cleaved by the swing blasted in his face. The pole user’s face was still tense with fury, and a second after, it brightened with shock. A red line passed down his forehead, between his stunned eyes, all the way down his chest and abdomen, having split him perfectly in two. The blade-like hole in Chains’s chest sealed up with a flash of green sparkles. The pole-user burst like how all players did when they died in the game.

DEAD

Swinging his massive ax onto his left shoulder, Chains turned to Ezmeralda, Vegnya, Ornstein, and Akira who were all gathered together. He raised his hand into the air and waved it around.

“Heeeey~! I see you guys are surviving all right.” Dropping his hand, he raked his armored fingers back through his black hair [always got to look cool for the ladies ;)] and smirked. “Leave these guys to me. If you want to escape, I’ll cover you. There are still some sane people left (Raema, Ramiela, Jester, Kirameku, Aster (Hater), and Prometheus), but I don’t think they’ll be worrying too much about them after I cast this.”

The ground beneath his feet exploded with a burst of orange light that reflected within Chains’s gleaming eyes. The four around him might have experienced the regen effects of <<Fighting Spirit>> a skill that normally would be used to taunt monsters, but in PVP status, it was just as effective on enemy players. It might have seemed crazy and suicidal for Chains to agro all the hateful players within his vicinity, but he was foolishly confident in his abilities. Covering for his team was what he was designed to do, and he had designed his build around it.

As a mob of angry players started to charge him, Chains lowered his ax from his shoulder as a relaxed smile stretched on his face.

“I’ll buy them some time.”

XXX || Dispatched: 2 || Shamed: 2 || Players Directly Involved: @akirashadow@Ezmeralda@Volenvradica@iHxzardx

«The Brotherhood of Sword Art Online» Cawfeeyeh, Gween Teee~

"XXX" is literally his name. The user was unable to find a screenname that wasn't already taken and so out of frustration, the user typed in those three letters and surprisingly the name worked. It might have triggered a glitch in the system for usually three character names were not allowed. Other players have called him ridiculous nicknames such as "Triple X," "Porno," and his most preferred name besides his epithets, "Chains."

• The Undying - Chains is renowned for being quite the tank and bruiser in combat. His breaker allows him to survive in a fight longer than most and venture into quite the amount of dungeons without need for a full team. As far as his PVP career goes, no player has ever seen him lose. This doesn't mean he can't lose just no one has ever seen or heard of him ever losing, so he might have lost in secret once upon a time [Open for Character Rivalry if another player wants to fit in his past history]. Short story shorter, Chains health bar is deemed to be broken.
• Cerberus - There's just something about his fighting style that players can't seem to figure out, but many have reported that it's like fighting against three different weapon skills.
• Beelzebub - He is even named after his favorite greataxe, Beelzebub and for good reason because his weapon is quite the nightmare.
• Grey Wolf - Due to the fur that lines his armor.

Brotherhood

Mid-twenties

Orange

Chains is a tall (6’3”) man who dons heavy fur-lined armor, a trademark armor that is wolfish in appearance. His silky black hair grows from his scalp in blade-like layers that brush his brows and the shells of his ears. The sides of his head to the nape of his neck are buzzed and bristly to the touch, leaving the hair on the crown of his head as the longest by 3 to 4 inches. His eyes are a bright silver, and in contrast with his dark features, stand out as one of his most attractive qualities. His right brow cosmetically has a scar splitting through it down his cheekbone and a second thinly going across the bridge of his nose beneath his eyes. Cosmetically, beneath his armor, are several Norse/rune-like tattoos that go down his strong arms and behind the swells of his muscled back. From the edges of his jaw down to his chin is rough stubble that creates the shadow of a goatee. Chains's overall appearance and demeanor is of a wild and untamed man that when he grins, some envision him with fangs.

Beelzebub is a boss drop from «Beelzebub» a secret boss Chains found on accident when exploring. The devil was a sadist who fed off the health of players for the duration they remained in his realm. Players with average health points quickly succumbed to the devil’s leeching attacks but because of Chains’s breaker, he was able to survive long enough to vanquish the creature.

Beelzebub is a greataxe that is just as diabolical as the boss who dropped it. The weapon is just as much a glutton, relishing in the pain and anguish it happily dishes out to enemies in bursts. The axe deals an increased amount of critical damage also known as burst damage for it is designed to take down heavily armored enemies. It saps 10% of the enemy’s HP (and heals its wielder for the same amount) for each successful strike, and can randomly inflict the status effect Delay if an enemy were to sustain too many successful hits from the crippling weapon. A final buff the weapon grants is only activated when Beelzebub successfully strikes an opponent. The weapon grows excited from the taste of blood and pain and will increase the user’s attack speed by 10% for each successful strike made, stacking up to 5 times but only for that specific adversary. If Chains were to switch enemies, then his attack speed resets to normal. If he stops attacking the enemy he has the stacks on for 60 secs, then his weapon will rest and his attack speed resets to normal until he lands a successful strike again.

The length of the greataxe is 7.5 feet and its total reach is 10.5 feet if swung from the base. The weapon is bound to the account and cannot be sold, traded, or dropped by the user.

Beelzebub

Size Reference

• Two-Handed Battleaxe
• Battle Healing
• Fighting Spirit
• Heavy Metal Equipment
• Parry

Chains’s breaker is an unseen one but just because it’s unseen doesn’t mean it isn’t noticeable in combat. What players see is a 2H Axe user, and in battle, they see the character swinging around a greataxe; but there are some motions that don’t make sense for an axe-wielder to perform such as thrusting or reaching further than what the character’s arms allow. In Beelzebub’s case, the reach of the axe is roughly 8 feet depending on Chains’s hand position, and even though the axe will stop at 8 feet, the weapon will still somehow strike a target standing 10 feet away. Chains will even be seen moving his hands closer to the axe-head for close-quarters combat and wield his axe like one would a sword. What the players cannot see are what the user sees, three character clones sandwiched together in a horrendous crotch-to-ass cluster: one wielding a one-handed sword, one wielding a two-handed axe (the one that is actually visible to other players and should be the actual character model), and one wielding a polearm. The damage inflicted by these weapons is the same as the damage inflicted by whatever weapon the real Chains is wielding at the time. These two extra men have also granted Chains a drastic increase in his total health, which is why most players who battle him in PVP claim he is Undying, “hax!” or his health bar is broken. The enemy is actually fighting three opponents in one, taking down three health bars with the same passive abilities as the main user, thus the Cerberus complex — lop off one head and there are still two more. Reducing one of the extra man’s health to zero will make Chains’s health bar instantly drop to 0, leaving the true status of his health unseen to those with the ability to see it. While logically, he still has two health bars left, it can’t be determined how much health he has left after the first man is murdered. As long as the main character survives, then the other two will resurrect with healing over time.

This breaker grants him a great amount of survivability that he uses to tank for his party and to survive mobs when soloing dungeons. He isn’t afraid to be the initiator in combat, jumping in first to draw the enemy’s attention while his team gets into strategical battle positions.

Wrath of the Gods

@Holy SoldierOkay, first of all, all I have ever done is make suggestions so that you guys can run your game way more smoothly. Because you just lay out a generic requirement but you’re demands are beyond picky. If your character sheet did not meet your own requirements, then you need to design it in such a way so that it does and so that you are not wasting the time of anyone who would even join this game. Because that is all you’re doing. You openly tell people to apply to your game, and then you slam them with nitpicking requirements that should have been addressed from the get-go.

I have every right to defend my concepts and maybe I shouldn’t have had to if you took the time to look over your game and plan it out in a logical manner because you shouldn’t be going through so much trouble with character creation. I haven’t been the only one to ask, “What do you want?” Because players were starting to see that just tossing a CS up wasn’t always going to work. Your CS template is quite the illusion.

You have wasted my time twice with my first CS application and then this second one. The second one has no issues whatsoever and then you wanted to make problems just to make problems because your interpretation of a Mary Sue is obviously someone who goes through abuse, smokes pot, and womanizes. I made my character as real and believable as most of those characters you already accepted at this point it was just blatant harassment and bullying because I went into PMs to clear the original problem, which was powers with you before I even made this. And then guess what, new problem. Now we don’t like the personality. I doubt that would have been the end of it because you guys got serious issues, and I hope smart people will avoid your games in the future because I certainly will. This is not going to happen again.

It really shouldn’t take 3 GMs with schedules too busy to even run this game to run one game. But you all are like a hive mind and apparently share the same koolaid-drinking psychology about how YOU think the world should be. It’s not going to get you anywhere. I’m just going to let you know now. You really should learn to be more open with ideas and also learn to organize because your game shouldn’t say one thing, and then you say something else. That’s terrible organization.

After going through so much hassle to get one damn sheet in—I was actually hoping that I would have been denied the opportunity to submit another sheet after Horus—I was hinted to the type of nitpicking, narrow-minded GMs that I was going to be working with, and that was the perfect sign to “Turn Away While You Can” because this game wasn’t going to be at all fun or worth anyone’s time. I will gladly leave this game and not look back, but if you thought that I was going to leave quietly, you got another thing coming because games like these cause problems. You make drama for yourself and then you want to go complaining about how some writer was unruly when actually it was your whole setup that brought it on and your attitude about how to go about handling the problem. So you can take your, “I need to make sure that your writing is on my level” bullshit and shove it. Like, seriously lol. Peace the fuck out.

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@MiddleEarthRozeI added more to his personality and I fixed his fatal flaws.

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@MiddleEarthRozeThat's why I said he would do it for someone he cares about and not just a pretty face. I will add some negatives in there, but to give further suggestions, you should add a "Quirks" section because when someone just puts up "Personality" on their CS template, I'm going to give a general run-down of the personality. If you want to see a specific thing, then having Quirks there requires the writer to fill out those things. Maybe not always negative but definitely silly and awkward. But Quirks mostly yield something negative socially: bad habits, mental disorders, superstitions...etc.

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@MiddleEarthRozeIt's a slang term. It's the muscled area (the notorious man V) that men in shape have at the lower portion of their waist. It's called "The Apollo's Belt."

I'll go back over the personality and fatal flaws when I return. Again, I know how you guys want every single detail about a character's personality listed, but it will change in game as he interacts with others. So even if it's not listed there now, it doesn't mean you won't see negative traits in game. But I will add some in there when I get back to appease you.

As for the fatal flaw, I can see him as being the type to risk his own life to save another if that's even allowed. It sounds cliche, but it matches his personality. Especially if it's for a girl he likes. Maybe...pride. Like how I mentioned he doesn't care how big the guy/monster/it he might have pissed off is...so possibly the whole "bite off more than he can chew" situation.

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@MiddleEarthRoze
Face Claim: Lenny Kravitz

Levi Cruz | Son of Apollo

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Levi Micah Cruz

29

Male

Levi, being a rock star, has many fans, and at times some of those fans are beautiful young women. His career has made him young and immature. He is still in his sleep-around phase and has yet to give it up. Although, he does dream of having a woman who would stick around. One who he could make breakfast for, who he could wake up and see sleeping next to him every morning and not someone who he would have to kick out. He wants a smart woman who supports his dreams, doesn’t love him just for his money, and who doesn’t try to hold him back. Someone who he is comfortable with and who he doesn’t have to hide from.

Levi is a beautiful man and he has inherited his father’s belt. Cocoa butter skin, springy black curls, and eyes of honey. It’s no wonder the women melt at the sight of him and his voice steals their hearts. Tattoos line his arms, the muscles of his back, and form a low necklace beneath his collar bones that say the quote above: “Where words fail music speaks.” Beneath his navel across the solid expanse of his abdomen is written: “I pick you.” He has one nose ring on his right nostril, he wears hoops along the lower shells of his ears, and he wears low-hanging necklaces about his neck. The man is tastefully ripped for being only a guitar player maybe because he does more than just play music!

Greek

Apollo - The God of Music, Poetry, Art, Oracles, Archery, Plague, Medicine, Sun, Light and Knowledge.

• Sound Manipulation - Levi can create, shape, and manipulate sound, a periodic disturbance of the medium (air, ground, water, etc.) that radiates outward in straight lines in the form of a pressure wave. The effect these waves produce upon the ear is perceived as sound. He can generate high frequencies and frequencies low enough to cause internal damage to others. He can intensify, hush, distort, as well as warp, strengthen, and slow down the sound using his guitar. As this power is in its early stages of development and has yet to be truly discovered as an actual power, Levi believes that his electric Stratocaster, Jezebel is a lucky and magical instrument and is the true producer of the glorious sound that accompanies his music when really it is its user.
• Song of Energy - Levi plays a song that can raise the spirits of those around him, greatly improving their performance on the battlefield. It is the music that inspires one to go on, go harder, and to never give up!
• Precognition - Levi has the ability to foresee possible futures and observe what may happen. This ability sometimes occurs in the form of mysterious dreams or can randomly occur in the middle of an activity. The visions are vivid as though Levi was transferred to another time and place, while in reality, an instant to a few seconds have passed. This same ability can function to allow him to predict a possibility to an action, which grants him anticipation, but the future is never set in stone. The future and its outcomes can always change. At this time, Levi does not see this ability as an ability but an unexplained phenomenon that has reoccurred throughout his life. At times, he doesn't even know what to think of his dreams and visions, and feels that they would be too awkward to share. Everyone would think he's crazy.

Levi is known to bite off more than he can chew in defense of his pride. He will sometimes step into a fight that he can’t win, and he doesn’t logically look at how big the guy is or how many friends some bully has, he gets into this overconfident false-belief that he can actually win. The confidence works sometimes, but other times, people can find him in an alley or gutter after a harsh beating. Most times he’s lucky to be alive, but one day, he just might not be. His fame and money can get to his head sometimes.

When he has feelings for someone, specifically someone he is in love with, he will do anything to ensure that someone is safe. His guitar is one of his one true loves, but that special someone means so much more to him.

Levi is a rock star and stereotypically he partakes in the three main musts: sex, drugs, and rock and roll. He doesn’t drug as heavy as some cokeheads. The hardest thing he has ever hit was weed for despite not having a high school diploma, he still had common sense not to go harder than that. He smokes cigarettes on a regular basis, and he might partake in a cigar or a fresh bag of Mary every once in a while. He drinks socially and he can hold his liquor pretty well. When he isn’t in concert, he dedicates time to writing music, painting, and going outside. Outside, he takes long walks or runs a few miles, and he’ll workout at the local gym or playground. He doesn’t stay out too long for, well, he’s a celebrity and people are insane.

When Levi’s invited to parties by other singers and celebrities, he usually doesn’t stay for long. He doesn’t know those people and a lot of those people just invite him just so that they can say he was there. He likes quieter occasions such as private dinners, movie nights at home, and just anywhere where he can be alone or if he is with someone, where he can focus only on that person and not be distracted by people and things who don’t matter.

When Levi is attracted to someone, he will flirt with the person and tease her. When he’s convinced that the girl likes him back, then he’ll try to serenade her. Yeah, its old school, but he believes that it’s pretty effective. He’s smooth with his words and tries to make his dates just as memorable as his concerts even if they may not work out in the end. He doesn’t want to regret anything.

Overall, Levi is a cool, soft-spoken guy who doesn’t raise his voice for nobody for he feels he shouldn’t have to. Ain’t nobody got time for that. For being soft-spoken, when he’s in front of a mic, people are usually amazed by the sound that leaves him. Where is that voice coming from?!

He isn’t the strongest of the godlings and he performs mostly a support role, but the biggest mistake one could make is assume that he is weak. He will stand up to any brute no matter the size or power level if that person is harming another person for unjust reasons. He especially doesn’t like when a man lays a hand on a woman and regardless if the man and the woman were a couple, he will punch the dude in his face [you can see his history for those reasons]. So at times, Levi bites off more than he can chew and his amateur boxing lessons don’t always prevail against an opponent who is tougher and can hit harder than him—but at least he tried right?

He sleeps around—already established—but if anyone ever tried to compare him to one of those guys called “players,” they’ll make his shit list. The shit list usually involves breaking off relations with that person completely. He has a lot of pride and he doesn’t like when people try to shit on it. He can hold quite the grudge. If Levi was ever in a serious relationship, and his lover cheated on him for someone else, she will have made an eternal enemy. In such a case, if he could save her, he wouldn't. He'd let nature run its course.

Either way, it seems a little hypocritical, but Levi believes that what he does is a mutual agreement and that neither partner expects a relationship afterward. As much as he wants to find the right person in his life, he takes quite a while to completely trust someone. He is a wealthy and successful musician, and most women just want his money. He has to be careful with how he goes about making commitments for people will use every trick in the book to ruin his career so that they can get a piece of it. So when a girl actually makes it to the girlfriend zone, she finds herself sitting in that position for a long time and then their meetings are in secret because of paparazzi. If there’s one thing that he hates most, it’s the paparazzi — he’s been in the news multiple times punching out some paparazzi creep who had trespassed where he shouldn’t have. They’re the reason why he will never partake in friendly group photos, selfies, none of that shit. The one night stands are smuggled into his studio apartment, and kicked right on out after he’s made sure that they didn’t leave any of their belongings behind (don’t want them to come back). This sort of behavior makes him hard to trust, but he is certain that he would make a good boyfriend if he found the right person. She’s out there somewhere he knows it and he will compete for her affection if he has to. Unfortunately, if his contender winds up winning her affection, like with those women who cheat on him (crap on his pride), he'll kick her to the curb.

Levi was born and raised in The Bronx, New York by his mother Monique Cruz. He grew up never knowing his biological father, but he wanted to believe that he was a better man than the one that came after him. Monique married a possessive, controlling, and abusive man by the name of Antoine Hoskins. He was an amateur rapper who believed that he was destined to make it big with his shitty lyrics. All the guy could produce was a good beat, which was the only thing rappers could produce that was worth listening to during that time. Antoine tried to get Levi to write rap music instead of the poetic crap he’d fill his diaries with, but Levi was too in love with his guitar. At times, he would stay late at school practicing so that he wasn’t in a hurry to return home. Antoine was quite the bully that whenever Levi refused to do what he wanted him to do, he always got a backhand or a fist. Around middle school, Levi was fed up. After the eighth grade, he vowed to grow stronger so that he could liberate him and his mother from the bastard.

Along with Music Appreciation, Levi took Weight Lifting. He wanted to learn how to work every muscle in his body that mattered. He participated in amateur boxing at the local gym, which he liked to do during the weekday because it gave him a better excuse as to why he wasn’t coming home on time.

Levi’s career took off when he had managed to build an amateur garage band with the kids in his Music Appreciation class by the name of Apollyon. Their band mascot was some Icarus-figure who was flying toward the sun. He started writing his music and applying his lyrics to the sound. Next thing he knew it, his band was in a talent show at school winning first place, and then they entered a Battle of the Bands competition. His band won first place again and they earned $50,000 that he fairly split with each of his members. A man approached him afterwards by the name of Dan Henderson. He shocked Levi by offering him a contract and a nice chunk of change. He was going to be living his dream!

Unfortunately, he had to leave his bandmates in order to enter the contract and he figured by giving them the rest of the competition money, that they were able to split on good terms. Overjoyed, he returned home (unexpectedly to Antoine). Levi entered the house to overhear Monique yelling at Antoine for being a bum and how he needed to get a job instead of relying on a rap career that wasn’t ever going to take off. Antoine hadn’t liked her dissing his dreams, and in retaliation, he harshly silenced her yelling with the back of his hand. It was the moment Levi had been waiting for for such a long time. Just seeing Antoine backhand his mother made something in him snap.

Levi rushed the guy and beat his ass. Monique, fashioning and swollen and bloody lip, screamed for Levi to stop but he didn’t until the guy beneath him stopped moving. Antoine was still alive, but his face wasn’t ever going to be the same again. Levi was furious to see his mother crying over such a loser, and although it might not have been the most appropriate moment, he dumped the news on her about his contract. He begged for her to leave Antoine and to come with him so that they could start a new life, but she refused. She also wanted Levi not to pursue his dream and to give up the opportunity in order to finish high school. Levi looked at his mother as though she had lost her mind for he had long made up his.

Levi went to his room, packed up his bags, and left everything behind: school, his mother, and especially that son of a bitch Antoine. To this day, he never regretted leaving for the doors opened up to him after that. Fame and fortune carried him away, and nearly brainwashed him of his old life. Every now and then he feels the urge to call his mother to check on her for it had been years since he last seen her, but he doesn’t. He fears what might have become of her. What she might say. What he might hear. Instead, he keeps putting the phone call on the back burner.

Monique Hoskins/Cruz – Mother - Levi loves his mother but he hasn’t talked to her since he left, which was thirteen years ago. He hopes everything is going well with her, and he is afraid to call and find out. He has been telling himself for the past thirteen years to call her, but he never does. Who knows how long he’ll keep telling himself?

Antoine Hoskins – Step-Father – This man is not his father. He will never accept him or acknowledge him as such. Levi believes that he is nothing but a piece of shit that if he ever left the earth, he would not shed a tear. He hopes that his mother broke away from that dude.

Dan Henderson – Manager – He’s not exactly family, but Levi accepts him as such. He respects the man for he respects him in return and they’ve been in business together for years. Dan is a father-figure who tries to make sure Levi isn’t doing anything that could damage his reputation and career. Basically, he keeps him out of trouble and keeps him on top of all of his gigs and appointments.

To be created with other players.