Jerkchicken

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Casting off the sand like a second skin his attention then turned to the fish. It would need to be preserved for both the purpose of keeping it as a trophy as well as punishment for the rage it caused towards him ages ago that never was truly let go of. Staring at the fish as the fish stared back with those evil beady eyes he wondered what he'd do to it. The line of be revenge or vengeance or whatever and coldness flowed into his mind and inspiration struck. Running his fingers over the fish he froze it more ways than one. Testing his newfound trophy/weapon he targeted the sand castle and swung at it. Such was the potency of his weapon that cleaved through it cleanly causing it to slowly collapse on itself just in time for him to strap it on his back. He then proceeded to walk to the boardwalk to find something before moving on here. He didn't care for the place much as it seemed boring.

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Ok I'll post later

Escapism and RP

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In the damp sea soaked sand that was being lapped at by the tide did it begin to deform and move. A visible lump began to grow as a muffled noise from below could be noticeably heard as it got louder and louder. Eventually a hand emerged from the sand very dramatically which was followed by another hand that was firmly grasping to long eel like fish. Then a head covered in sand appeared as the man screamed, "Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggh." Bit by bit he slowly rose with his clothes heavy by both the wetness and sand stuck on them. He also continued scream well over the point where he was on land. He had no idea what exactly happened since he didn't care enough to pay attention along with the fact that he had no clue what was going on as to why he shifted to another world. But he was stoked as not only did he emerge unscathed although probably more than a little chafed. But he had gotten that damned fish. JC triumphantly roared, "FUCK YEAAAAH! Suck it you stupid fucking fish." Once he gets all the sand off he'd plan of doing something to preserve the Hyllian Loach as his trophy.

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Name:Zetsello Age:Twenties Gender: M Personality: You may think he's a sleepy-type guy with the way he takes his time. Or even a dirty looking fool. This is only partially correct for he is actually quite clever only playing the fool to get by unnoticed or to get the advantage of someone by making them overconfident. And his lethargy belies a deadly quick agility with his sword and hands. The truth of the matter is that not only is he laid back but he is massively lazy. Such is his laziness that he has constructed stretcher attached to the saddle of his horse to travel arriving to places by whim or where his horse ends up and rarely does he directly control it. Appearance: Due to his laziness, his vagabond nature, and the fact that he spends time being dragged around it should be no surprise that he looks dirty and his clothes are in less that sterling condition. Occasionally he does wash but that seems more of a consequence of being exposed to rain or being dragged through water. It is rumored that he can clean up quite nicely but no one has been able to verify that claim. Clothing wise he wears a hat that is worn but still in decent condition. A torn up long sleeve shirt worn over a ratty and equally dirty under shirt, and worn pants with some hole, and some boots that are scuffed and covered with dust and dried mud. Strangely enough he's clean shaven either due to a lack of ability to grow it or it being the only thing he invests in. Physically he has a tan from all the outdoor exposure, decent enough shape although that's threatened by him not eating regularly, piercing grey eyes and shaggy black hair. Background: He was born in a loving family in a developed community. He lived free of worries until he was about 17 years old, but at that point things changed. He was supposed to pick up the family trade but he felt no interest. He just felt the whole organized plan of working hard and maybe settling down was just a hassle. So instead he just bummed around doing small jobs and engaging in more fun ways of making money such as doing bets and games. About the only thing he was really good in was making use of his refluxed and sword. Eventually his family just had enough of his antics and soon enough he'd find himself with his horse and traveling wherever he'd end up in.

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Name:Zetsello Age: Twenties Gender: M Personality: You may think he's a sleepy-type guy with the way he takes his time. Or even a dirty looking fool. This is only partially correct for he is actually quite clever only playing the fool to get by unnoticed or to get the advantage of someone by making them overconfident. And his lethargy belies a deadly quick agility with his sword and hands. The truth of the matter is that not only is he laid back but he is massively lazy. Such is his laziness that he has constructed stretcher attached to the saddle of his horse to travel arriving to places by whim or where his horse ends up and rarely does he directly control it. Appearance: Due to his laziness, his vagabond nature, and the fact that he spends time being dragged around it should be no surprise that he looks dirty and his clothes are in less that sterling condition. Occasionally he does wash but that seems more of a consequence of being exposed to rain or being dragged through water. It is rumored that he can clean up quite nicely but no one has been able to verify that claim. Clothing wise he wears a hat that is worn but still in decent condition. A torn up long sleeve shirt worn over a ratty and equally dirty under shirt, and worn pants with some hole, and some boots that are scuffed and covered with dust and dried mud. Strangely enough he's clean shaven either due to a lack of ability to grow it or it being the only thing he invests in. Physically he has a tan from all the outdoor exposure, decent enough shape although that's threatened by him not eating regularly, piercing grey eyes and shaggy black hair. Background: He was born in a loving family in a developed community. He lived free of worries until he was about 17 years old, but at that point things changed. He was supposed to pick up the family trade but he felt no interest. He just felt the whole organized plan of working hard and maybe settling down was just a hassle. So instead he just bummed around doing small jobs and engaging in more fun ways of making money such as doing bets and games. About the only thing he was really good in was making use of his refluxed and sword. Eventually his family just had enough of his antics and soon enough he'd find himself with his horse and traveling wherever he'd end up in. Powers: None Other: I wrote him with the concept of being a foil to the sisters.

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What do you mean the personality won't matter?

D&D 3.5- Rise of the

Can I play as a five lettuce?

Two Legend of Zelda Ideas

I call being a nobody in the first scenario

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Considering how he wants to finish off this drawn out fight with Ganon one on one I'd say it does