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Slang slithered through the bushes as silently as possible, trying not to be noticed. He then heard the distinct whooshing cutting through air sound that swords make when they're being slashed. Or aimed at snakes. "Hey! I'm a friendly!" Slang said as he slowly made his way out of the brush, trying to look sympathetic and pitiable, so that the wolf and rabbit duo might take mercy on him.
Lucas shielded his eyes from the intense rays of sun shining through his open window. He absolutely hated Columbia mornings, they were so bright due to the dearth of clouds. He groggily rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and got up to stretch. He yawned before replacing his night clothes with a nice vest and some slacks.
He grabbed a biscuit to eat while thumbing through the telegrams of various soon to be customers. He had started up a business independent of both his old company, and of the Songbirds. He was doing pretty well for an independent place, and though he wasn't swimming in silver eagles, he could afford food, housing, tools, and, if needed, ammunition. He decided on a job near Soldier's Hill, it read
MECHANIC NEEDED
MOTORIZED PATRIOT MALFUNCTION
WILL PAY 200 SILVER EAGLES
Lucas stuffed the telegram in his vest pocket and strapped on his tool belt before hooking onto a Sky-Line heading towards Soldiers Field.
He grabbed a biscuit to eat while thumbing through the telegrams of various soon to be customers. He had started up a business independent of both his old company, and of the Songbirds. He was doing pretty well for an independent place, and though he wasn't swimming in silver eagles, he could afford food, housing, tools, and, if needed, ammunition. He decided on a job near Soldier's Hill, it read
MECHANIC NEEDED
MOTORIZED PATRIOT MALFUNCTION
WILL PAY 200 SILVER EAGLES
Lucas stuffed the telegram in his vest pocket and strapped on his tool belt before hooking onto a Sky-Line heading towards Soldiers Field.
So, not dead? Awesome!
Did this thread die?
Uh, did this thread die?
Name - Slang
Animal - Dispholidus typus Snake
Gender - Male
Fur/feather/scale and eye color - A lime green, with black stripes. His eyes are yellow, with large black pupils.
Hissatsu - (Water) Liquids he comes in contact with flow more freely for a short amount of time. (I.E. Honey would flow faster, wounds would bleed more. etc.)
Item - Bandages wrap around some of his body that can be used to close wounds.
Personality - Slang acts like a trickster and a joker, as well as a risk-taker and a gambler. In reality he is fairly insecure, and needs someone close to him at most all times to feel safe. He enjoys water a lot, and when he is relaxing he is often doing so in a stream or lake.
Background - Slang didn't like his situation. He thought from day one that he had lost. He was the last born of his thirty brothers and sisters, and was remarkably saddened by being the youngest. He worked hard and faked hard in an attempt to supplant the firstborn, his sister Boom. He failed, but still fell back on the fact he at least had some that liked him. He eventually had to leave though, as his village was viciously cut down by a rival tribe, and the family that had survived split. He doesn't talk about it much, and will often lie about his previous adventures.
Animal - Dispholidus typus Snake
Gender - Male
Fur/feather/scale and eye color - A lime green, with black stripes. His eyes are yellow, with large black pupils.
Hissatsu - (Water) Liquids he comes in contact with flow more freely for a short amount of time. (I.E. Honey would flow faster, wounds would bleed more. etc.)
Item - Bandages wrap around some of his body that can be used to close wounds.
Personality - Slang acts like a trickster and a joker, as well as a risk-taker and a gambler. In reality he is fairly insecure, and needs someone close to him at most all times to feel safe. He enjoys water a lot, and when he is relaxing he is often doing so in a stream or lake.
Background - Slang didn't like his situation. He thought from day one that he had lost. He was the last born of his thirty brothers and sisters, and was remarkably saddened by being the youngest. He worked hard and faked hard in an attempt to supplant the firstborn, his sister Boom. He failed, but still fell back on the fact he at least had some that liked him. He eventually had to leave though, as his village was viciously cut down by a rival tribe, and the family that had survived split. He doesn't talk about it much, and will often lie about his previous adventures.
That would be cool.
I do believe. To be honest, I've joined just last month, and none of the Casual RPs I'm in have taken off yet.
Swanky. I'll get started right away.
Because we're starting over (I assume.) would you mind if I created a new character? If the answer is no, you don't mind, then you can expect a CS by tomorrow, midnight. If yes, you do mind, then I will have Luneth transferred by the afternoon.
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