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Current What do you mean used to? Danger Days slaps.
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3 days ago
Fun Valentine's Day fact. St. Valentine is the patron saint of epilepsy and Epstein didn't kill himself, but was in fact murdered to protect a cabal of pedophiles at the highest levels of government
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17 days ago
Sometimes I think about how the CIA trained a squad of attack dolphins with harpoons strapped to their backs in one of their 638 attempts to assassinate Fidel Castro
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1 mo ago
Me, jumping from cyberpunk, to high fantasy, to mecha, to post apocalyptic, to space opera, and back to high fantasy: "Parkour!"
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1 mo ago
You would think telephone poles are sturdy, but climb 20ft up one and they get pretty flimsy, let me tell you.
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Renar: *gives helpful survival advice to Avery about what's safe to eat because she clearly doesn't have much experience in wilderness survival*

Avery: *laughs at him*

Renar:
@Kassarock lol I'm glad you enjoy watching him blunder his way through human interaction

@POOHEAD189 Thank you!
@Ollumhammersong Calling Kar'ak a human is generous. He's more human adjacent in the sense that he looks human if you tilt your head and close one eye.
Alright! Collab is up
Name: Kar'ak the Ravenous

Gender: Male

Race: Human?

Appearance: Tall and rather muscular with almost no body fat to speak of. He maintains his physique with a steady intake of flesh and blood from those he has slain. This diet also contributes to the ungodly reek of blood and raw meat that hangs about him at all times, even more so than other pit fighters. It is said that his breath can kill a man at arm's length. His mouth and hands are perpetually stained a visible red from years of feasting on those who didn't manage to kill him; made even more noticable by his pale complexion. Bits of his past meals can often be seen wedged between his crimson teeth or trapped under his grime and gore covered finger nails. Adding to his ghoulish fisage is the complete lack of hair anywhere on his entire body. From his toes to his non existent eyebrows, not one single hair will grow.

Iron from the knee down, leather from the knee to waist. Kar'ak wears no other armor, wanting as little barrier as possible between his skin and the warm ichor that pours from the flesh he rends. Even his selection of weapons is centered around his need to feast. He carries two gore-caked machetes into battle, but not just any machetes. These wickedly sharp hunks of iron end in bladed hooks that easily strip meat from bone with a flick of the wrist. Another of his favorite techniques is digging the hooks into an opponent and pulling them toward his gapping maw so that he might sample them before the main course. The Ravenous One also carries an assortment of carving knives he ground into form and sharpened himself. These are not for battle and he takes great care in keeping them pristine so they smoothly unzip skin and separate the finest cuts of meat from the rest of the corpse.

Ambition: "I bring them flesh for strength, skulls for the pile, blood for glory! I feast in their name! A day will come when I prove worthy of their favor. With their power I will drink from the throat of the False God. Drink! Drink and become!"
Name: Kar'ak the Ravenous

Gender: Male

Race: Human?

Appearance: Tall and rather muscular with almost no body fat to speak of. He maintains his physique with a steady intake of flesh and blood from those he has slain. This diet also contributes to the ungodly reek of blood and raw meat that hangs about him at all times, even more so than other pit fighters. It is said that his breath can kill a man at arm's length. His mouth and hands are perpetually stained a visible red from years of feasting on those who didn't manage to kill him; made even more noticable by his pale complexion. Bits of his past meals can often be seen wedged between his crimson teeth or trapped under his grime and gore covered finger nails. Adding to his ghoulish fisage is the complete lack of hair anywhere on his entire body. From his toes to his non existent eyebrows, not one single hair will grow.

Iron from the knee down, leather from the knee to waist. Kar'ak wears no other armor, wanting as little barrier as possible between his skin and the warm ichor that pours from the flesh he rends. Even his selection of weapons is centered around his need to feast. He carries two gore-caked machetes into battle, but not just any machetes. These wickedly sharp hunks of iron end in bladed hooks that easily strip meat from bone with a flick of the wrist. Another of his favorite techniques is digging the hooks into an opponent and pulling them toward his gapping maw so that he might sample them before the main course. The Ravenous One also carries an assortment of carving knives he ground into form and sharpened himself. These are not for battle and he takes great care in keeping them pristine so they smoothly unzip skin and separate the finest cuts of meat from the rest of the corpse.

Ambition: "I bring them flesh for strength, skulls for the pile, blood for glory! I feast in their name! A day will come when I prove worthy of their favor. With their power I will drink from the throat of the False God. Drink! Drink and become!"
I'm up for this. Just give me a bit to organize my ideas.
@POOHEAD189 I'm currently working on a collab with @Stormflyx
@POOHEAD189 Yes please.
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