Alaric had enjoyed his stroll through the plains again, losing himself in the beauty of nature. Whilst he wanted to battle, he felt as if he was content to simply walk and experience the beauty of nature around him. That was until his tranquillity was once again disturbed by a wild Pokemon. He wasn't ruining the experience, but he definitely noticed the fact he was being followed and when it disappeared, it was noticeable as well. He wondered why it had followed him in the first place, when he had his questions answered. He was challenging him.
"You wish to battle me? So be it. Prove yourself!" he spoke with a grin, as he threw out his Ralts. Today had been exciting.
The Phanpy had put up fierce resistance, and dealt significant blows to two of his pokemon, but after Alaric realised the lesson he'd learnt earlier today, the battle was a cinch. There was not much he could do against Emil's tough armor, even with that unique ice move of his. Alaric admired its spirit and tossed out a Pokemon ball after the battle, to catch it and add it to the party. It would make a worthy addition. He hadn't imagined a Pokemon being the one to win him over, rather than the other way around.
Alaric was enjoying the scenery. This was the start to his adventure after all, and the sight of the plains was a fresh one to him. Whilst there was plenty of Pokemon and trainers around, he just felt like there was so much space to walk around. The soft feeling of the grass beneath his feet, the breeze on his face, everything just felt far better than it usually did. He was enjoying soaking in the moment when he realised he'd walked too close to a Patrat nest, and a rather overzealous one began to attack Alaric. Feeling slightly guilty but seeing it as an opportunity for battle, he sent out his Ralts to defeat it.
After the battle, Alaric was surprised by the wild Pokemon's strength. He'd also realised how important type match ups were, even in battles with wild Pokemon. He'd have to keep in mind that Emil was far more formidable against these normal type Pokemon than Lance was. Nevertheless, he took a short 10 minute break to apply a potion to Lance and carried on prowling through the plains, looking for more battles to be had.
Cyne had slept soundly and found himself waking up at 3 minutes past 6 am. A little later than usual for him, but still in an acceptable range as far as he was concerned. He noted that he had a dreamless night, something that was fairly uncommon for him. Cyne had found that thinking about his dreams and what they meant helped him get through the morning, but he didn't find such solace today as he realised that his aunt had already left for work. Her shifts normally began pretty early but even still, she didn't usually leave the apartment until around half 6. Maybe she'd been called in for an earlier shift. He'd have to ask her when he got back from the school trip.
He did his morning workout and hit the shower straight after. There wasn't much for him to think about, given as he'd lost his normal topic of thought with the loss of his dream, but he refused to sit in silence as he prepared his food. Turning on his aunts small kitchen TV and turning up the volume so he could hear it over the sound of the cooking, he got to work on preparing some bacon and eggs. The news happened to be the channel that was on, something that he didn't have a preference for but didn't care to change given the chances that he'd end up on a worse channel.
Most of what was said was monotonous and not really interesting, but it kept his mind buzzing along as he cooked and ate his food. Something mildly interesting caught his notice however, the emergence of an infamous hacker. Admittedly, he wasn't too interested in the subject as a whole, but what made him take notice was the fact that this was something of a rumour at his school. If something dangerous like this was near him, perhaps he'd have to be more careful. Finishing off his breakfast, he sat his plate in the sink and finished getting ready, putting on his typical uniform-esque outfit before heading out. He liked to look proper and presentable, and honestly didn't have much going in the way for him regarding casual clothing. He'd have to remedy that situation someday.
Cyne had an easy commute to school. Whilst he could get there very quickly if he took the bus, he found himself preferring the walk given that it saved him money. Whilst he'd lived in a city before, the Big Apple was an entirely different beast and he found himself enamoured by its size and the chaos that'd fill it from dusk till dawn. He just loved, being the gambler that he is, the idea that anything could happen at any time. Random street fighters at 7am? A guy walking on his hands across a road? This city just had a flair to it that he found hilariously fun.
However, his morning commute today was uneventful. He'd arrived at the school slightly early and found himself irritated already. He barely held himself back during the pledge, but he quickly began fidgeting with a pen that he'd brought to school already. Why was life so insistent on making today mundane. No dream, no street fight, not even a bit of gossip before the roll call. He hoped the rest of the day wouldn't be as boring, and figured if nothing happened on the bus ride then he'd have to make his own entertainment. Unsurprisingly, nothing happened on the bus ride. He sat next to someone he barely knew and exchanged small talk, but the ride was over much faster than Cyne had planned it to be, so no significant conversation happened. Regrettable. He'd have to follow up on his promise now.
He had a look around. He didn't mind dinosaurs, but they weren't exactly his preference. Nor was overpriced novelty goods from the gift shop, though he did think about buying a lunch for later. He spotted a couple of exhibits that interested him, namely the ones on wars and culinary history. Whilst these weren't topics that completely engrossed him, it made him less agitated for the time being. He made sure to make a mental note of what he read too, given he'd overheard something about a test later. Regardless of interest however, he still was bored after 10 minutes or so and found himself aimlessly roaming the museum and spinning a pen in his hand, looking for something fun to do.
Appearance: Think the first image, but with this colour scheme and outfit.
Personality: Cyne is a man that lets his ambition carry him. As to what these ambitions are, is something he's not exactly sure of himself. All he knows is that he wants to be happy and he thinks wealth and a stable situation is a good start to that goal. He's someone who gives a high amount of effort to any task he undertakes, believing that if he were to do a sloppy job in the present, it'd come back to bite him later. He's not some sort of obsessive workaholic but Cyne has a strong negative disposition toward those who do nothing for themselves and still expect results. In fact, there's nothing he hates more than needless whining or complaining when action can be taken.
Despite being the best student that he can be, it cannot be denied that Cyne has become a bit of a hedonist, especially in regards to gambling. Whilst he enjoys the actual games being played, the main fun of it, at least for him, is earning what people spend hours or even days working for in a matter of seconds, all decided by chance(or so the people he's playing against believe.) However, he's found himself toning down his addiction, not wanting a repeat of his first year of high school, though sometimes he can't help but cut loose.
Whilst he is someone who partakes in some of the activities of the darker side of society, Cyne is also someone who holds the ideal of order close to his heart, which seems to be an exceedingly rare trait for high schoolers in his generation. He has his routines, such as eating at specific times, having a night jog and waking and sleeping at certain times. He hates having these things meddled with or disturbed, regardless of the reason. It's one of the few things that can make him genuinely angry, especially if he misses a meal because of it.
Short Biography: Cyne's childhood wasn't one that was particularly unusual. He grew up as the youngest in a moderately large family, living with his 3 siblings and his grandfather. They grew up in a relatively small house, given as his parents were both working class and didn't have much going for them in the way of money. As a result, Cyne's older siblings often took to the streets to find room to breathe and find entertainment. He found himself alone for most of his early childhood, only really spending time with his grandfather, practising little sleight of hand tricks that he taught him, reading books and hitting the punching bag they kept in their backyard to keep himself occupied.
Things could have taken a sour turn for him when his grandfather passed away around the age of 12. He was the person Cyne was closest to, and he was something of a mentor to him. However, it seemed to do the opposite. He realised in his sadness that his dependence on his grandfather had made him something he didn't wish to be - weak. He began to bust his ass at school and get the best grades he could, trying to improve himself and his life bit by bit until he reached high school. He kept up the studious act but quickly found himself demotivated and drained, often as teenagers do when they tunnel too hard on a singular goal. He found a release that allowed him to focus on his academics and have fun at the same time - gambling. However, after swindling the wrong person in a game, he found his safety in danger. After someone tried to jump him on his way to school, he realised that he wasn't going to last long if he stayed in the area. His parents sent him to live with his aunt in New York after hearing that they had a spare room, so he moved there and enrolled at the nearest high school - which just so happened to be Linden High.
Quirk: Cyne is very restless when he doesn't have something to occupy him, and has to have something in his hands even in the highest tension scenarios. He has a number of items he likes to play with, such as a deck of cards, a set of dice, a pocket knife, a pen, a compass, a yo-yo, etc. The more heightened his emotions, the more he fidgets. His favourite is his pocket knife, though this makes him stand out and he has some trouble with it given he's a student.
Personality: Extremely confident and a little eccentric, Alaric finds himself making a strong impression with people regardless of whether it is good or bad. He's not afraid to give his opinion regardless of what people think about him due to his somewhat large ego. This unreal confidence, combined with some strange mannerisms such as a tendency to pull off various poses in battle or use phrases you'd expect to come from a superhero show make him stick out like a sore thumb. However, he's not exactly someone out for attention. He just doesn't feel pressure to conform and will always do what he thinks is the right course of action, regardless of how people may perceive it.
Despite exhibiting what many people would consider childish behaviour, Alaric is surprisingly mature and can be quite profound when he tries. He cares about the people he's close to, and hates seeing them in a negative state as in a way, he views them as an extension of himself. He also has a strong feeling of admiration of those who've proven their strength to him, whether this is through battle or overcoming their other challenges.
However, more than anything, there's no greater joy for him than competing and battling other trainers, and as a result, he finds great pride in his victories and time to reflect in his defeats, always looking to perform better and ensure his next victory. Whilst he likes to talk a little trash before a battle or make a bet here and there, he's always respectful in both victory and defeat and tries to make friends of those who gave him a tough time or beat him in hopes that he can challenge them again and have a more thorough win.
Alaric's life was far from ordinary. He was born in Hoenn to a pair of wealthy fashion designers, obsessed with improving and developing their next products. Whilst they were strange, they were passionate about parenting and cared quite a large amount about their kids happiness and future. He was never discontent with the situation in his youth, as if he wanted something, he most likely received it. He was given a large amount of freedom to pursue whatever he wanted and he found his parents fairly relatable, given as they were a young couple. There was one thing he couldn't quite grasp about them however.
It was their passion. Growing up, Alaric had mostly seen everything as mundane and felt as if he had to go out of his way to enjoy something. He tried copying them, developing his own taste in fashion, listening to music, studying. Nothing worked. He couldn't replicate the excitement and happiness that they held on their face no matter what he did. Needless to say, he was bored, and nothing seemed to amuse him.
He had written off pokemon preemptively. Nothing about caring for pets seemed to interest him. Plus, his parents didn't have pokemon either, so he didn't consider them a possibility that would make him happy. This changed when a friend of their parents, a pokemon co-coordinator gave them an egg as a gift. Neither of them had time to care for it nor were they particularly interested, so they handed it off to their kid. Alaric, although not interested in caring for the pokemon, decided that spiting his parents good will would be unacceptable behaviour and decided to raise it.
It ended up hatching into a Ralts and became his first pokemon. His perception changed slightly, and given as he had raised the egg, he felt quite attached to the newfound pokemon. They formed a strong friendship and he gave him the name Lance, a shortening of a knight of legend, hoping that he'd emulate that same bravery in his life.
With this acquisition, and with his partners restless nature, Alaric felt compelled to at least give battling a go. He did plenty of research on how to battle and how to train, but he didn't exactly know where to start, and this continued for quite a while until his parents took him with them on a business trip to the Galar region. It was his first time out of Hoenn and he had to say that while he felt a little homesick, he liked being elsewhere for a change. They travelled around Galar for a month or so before heading back, but he had a fairly memorable affair in Motostoke city, where he found himself fighting his first battle.
Lachlan was on his way back up to his dad’s apartment after a visit to the pond, when he passed by a store and noticed some new faces around town. Curious, he decided to get a bit closer to see what was going on. He walked through the front door of the store and started browsing shelves nearby to see if he could hear what they were saying.
Inside the store, Alaric was bored. Extremely bored. He had no idea why his parents had coaxed him to come along to this trip, and he’d rather do anything than stand idly by while they negotiated business deals and production quotas for specific articles of clothing. Whilst he had an interest in fashion, he had zero interest in business or economics, which was the topic of the day it seemed, as they’d went to 3 different shops already. He decided he’d sneak out and get some fresh air. His parents were too engrossed in the conversation to notice.
As he was about to walk out, he noticed someone walking in. A kid, around his age with very similar features to his. Light hair, reddish eyes though the difference in clothing was quite stark. He ended up colliding into him, though he’s not sure who was to blame given both were walking rather briskly to where they wanted to go.
Lachlan was so focused on the items in the store and listening to the two people by the counter, he barely noticed the boy who had collided with him until it was too late. Startled, he jumped back and fell on his butt. “Mate! You surprised me, you must really wanna get outta here huh?” he chuckled, “Well, for knockin me on my bottom like that why don’t we have a battle!?” Grinning, Lachlan got to his feet and extended a hand to the boy, “Name’s Lachlan.”
Within seconds of trying to exit, he found himself on the ground, though he’d landed rather well. Alaric was confused how the collision even happened, but alas, he didn’t feel like questioning himself or this unfortunate kid who he bumped into. He stood up first and spoke to Alaric before offering an arm up, which Alaric gladly took.
“You have no idea, I feel like my brain is about to fry from listening to them for so long.” he spoke as he dusted himself off and began to address the rest of what Lachlan had said. A battle. He’d been offered one, and he did have his Pokemon on him. He let out a smug grin. This was his time to shine, and prove himself a worthy trainer.
“A battle, eh? I won’t say no, but I’ll have you know that in my 14 years on this planet, I have never once lost a Pokemon battle.” he declared. Little did his opponent know that he had never once fought in a battle.
“That only means it will show everyone how strong I am when I beat you.” Lachlan said confidently as Zigs poked his head out of Lachlan’s bag and over his shoulder. “My partner Zigs and I are going to be the best one day.” Lachlan patted the Zigzagoon’s head, then turned back to Alaric and gestured for him to follow as he walked out of the store, leading him to a park not far away.
“Heh. A bold statement. Especially considering when I, Alaric, soon to be the greatest trainer from the Hoenn region am here. Me and my partner will show you our power!” he spoke confidently as he let out his Ralts from the pokeball he had at his waist. It seemed as exceedingly confident as his trainer.
“I’ve only have need for one pokemon. I’ll allow you to use as many as you want, as I cannot lose!” he laughed as he looked at Lachlan with his arms folded, ready to battle.
Zigs hopped out of Lachlan’s bag and past his head out in front of him. “It would only be fair for me to use a single pokemon too then.” Lachlan said, his confidence only slightly wavering toward the beginning. He raised one arm out in the air before him and shouted “Lets do this!”
As epic as the two hyped the battle up to be, it fell flat. Both were complete novice trainers who had never fought in a Pokemon battle, and as a result, it was a messy affair. Tackles and psybeams went left and right as both Pokemon tried desperately to bring their trainers home the victory. In the end, Alaric took the victory, but not without much effort. In a way, he felt cheated out of a true victory given as his opponent had only used one of his pokemon.
Lachlan knew he could have won had he used all his pokemon, but none the less he accepted his loss and promised next time they battled it would be a different outcome. Satisfied with the time he had killed Lachlan said farewell to Alaric and returned to his dad’s apartment after giving him his rotom phone number.
After he got back home to Hoenn, he felt invigorated. He knew what he must do and he realised what his parents had been feeling all those years ago. He set out and decided to expand his party in preparation for the upcoming Chromis league and for his rematch against Lachlan, and didn't give himself a day of rest due to the sheer excitement that was flowing through his veins. He caught two new additions to his party in the same mountain, although on different days. He caught both through battle, and the bond they share was built through a mutual respect of strength rather than a slow attempt to befriend them. Regardless, they still came to have a strong friendship.
With the two new additions to his party, a gusto in his heart and a wanderlust to find new strong trainers to battle, he set off for the Chromis league. He was a different beast to when he battled Lachlan a year ago, and he wasn't prepared to lose to anybody.
Name: Lance Species: Ralts Gender: Male Ability: Trace Battle Experience: 6 Moves: - Disarming Voice - Draining Kiss - Confusion - Psybeam Extra Notes: Hatched from an egg, and Alaric's first pokemon. Is absolutely fearless.
Name: Moko Species: Bagon Gender: Female Ability: Rock Head Battle Experience: 5 Moves: - Bite - Headbutt - Dragon Breath - Ember Extra Notes: Alaric's second pokemon, doesn't get along very well with Lance but is best friends with Emil.
Name: Emil Species: Aron Gender: Male Ability: Rock Head Battle Experience: 6 Moves: - Headbutt - Metal Claw - Rock Tomb - Protect Extra Notes: Alaric's third pokemon, doesn't get along well with Lance but is Moko's best friend.
Personality: Extremely confident and a little eccentric, Alaric finds himself making a strong impression with people regardless of whether it is good or bad. He's not afraid to give his opinion regardless of what people think about him due to his somewhat large ego. This unreal confidence, combined with some strange mannerisms such as a tendency to pull off various poses in battle or use phrases you'd expect to come from a superhero show make him stick out like a sore thumb. However, he's not exactly someone out for attention. He just doesn't feel pressure to conform and will always do what he thinks is the right course of action, regardless of how people may perceive it.
Despite exhibiting what many people would consider childish behaviour, Alaric is surprisingly mature and can be quite profound when he tries. He cares about the people he's close to, and hates seeing them in a negative state as in a way, he views them as an extension of himself. He also has a strong feeling of admiration of those who've proven their strength to him, whether this is through battle or overcoming their other challenges.
However, more than anything, there's no greater joy for him than competing and battling other trainers, and as a result, he finds great pride in his victories and time to reflect in his defeats, always looking to perform better and ensure his next victory. Whilst he likes to talk a little trash before a battle or make a bet here and there, he's always respectful in both victory and defeat and tries to make friends of those who gave him a tough time or beat him in hopes that he can challenge them again and have a more thorough win.
Alaric's life was far from ordinary. He was born in Hoenn to a pair of wealthy fashion designers, obsessed with improving and developing their next products. Whilst they were strange, they were passionate about parenting and cared quite a large amount about their kids happiness and future. He was never discontent with the situation in his youth, as if he wanted something, he most likely received it. He was given a large amount of freedom to pursue whatever he wanted and he found his parents fairly relatable, given as they were a young couple. There was one thing he couldn't quite grasp about them however.
It was their passion. Growing up, Alaric had mostly seen everything as mundane and felt as if he had to go out of his way to enjoy something. He tried copying them, developing his own taste in fashion, listening to music, studying. Nothing worked. He couldn't replicate the excitement and happiness that they held on their face no matter what he did. Needless to say, he was bored, and nothing seemed to amuse him.
He had written off pokemon preemptively. Nothing about caring for pets seemed to interest him. Plus, his parents didn't have pokemon either, so he didn't consider them a possibility that would make him happy. This changed when a friend of their parents, a pokemon co-coordinator gave them an egg as a gift. Neither of them had time to care for it nor were they particularly interested, so they handed it off to their kid. Alaric, although not interested in caring for the pokemon, decided that spiting his parents good will would be unacceptable behaviour and decided to raise it.
It ended up hatching into a Ralts and became his first pokemon. His perception changed slightly, and given as he had raised the egg, he felt quite attached to the newfound pokemon. They formed a strong friendship and he gave him the name Lance, a shortening of a knight of legend, hoping that he'd emulate that same bravery in his life.
With this acquisition, and with his partners restless nature, Alaric felt compelled to at least give battling a go. He did plenty of research on how to battle and how to train, but he didn't exactly know where to start, and this continued for quite a while until his parents took him with them on a business trip to the Galar region. It was his first time out of Hoenn and he had to say that while he felt a little homesick, he liked being elsewhere for a change. They travelled around Galar for a month or so before heading back, but he had a fairly memorable affair in Motostoke city, where he found himself fighting his first battle.
Lachlan was on his way back up to his dad’s apartment after a visit to the pond, when he passed by a store and noticed some new faces around town. Curious, he decided to get a bit closer to see what was going on. He walked through the front door of the store and started browsing shelves nearby to see if he could hear what they were saying.
Inside the store, Alaric was bored. Extremely bored. He had no idea why his parents had coaxed him to come along to this trip, and he’d rather do anything than stand idly by while they negotiated business deals and production quotas for specific articles of clothing. Whilst he had an interest in fashion, he had zero interest in business or economics, which was the topic of the day it seemed, as they’d went to 3 different shops already. He decided he’d sneak out and get some fresh air. His parents were too engrossed in the conversation to notice.
As he was about to walk out, he noticed someone walking in. A kid, around his age with very similar features to his. Light hair, reddish eyes though the difference in clothing was quite stark. He ended up colliding into him, though he’s not sure who was to blame given both were walking rather briskly to where they wanted to go.
Lachlan was so focused on the items in the store and listening to the two people by the counter, he barely noticed the boy who had collided with him until it was too late. Startled, he jumped back and fell on his butt. “Mate! You surprised me, you must really wanna get outta here huh?” he chuckled, “Well, for knockin me on my bottom like that why don’t we have a battle!?” Grinning, Lachlan got to his feet and extended a hand to the boy, “Name’s Lachlan.”
Within seconds of trying to exit, he found himself on the ground, though he’d landed rather well. Alaric was confused how the collision even happened, but alas, he didn’t feel like questioning himself or this unfortunate kid who he bumped into. He stood up first and spoke to Alaric before offering an arm up, which Alaric gladly took.
“You have no idea, I feel like my brain is about to fry from listening to them for so long.” he spoke as he dusted himself off and began to address the rest of what Lachlan had said. A battle. He’d been offered one, and he did have his Pokemon on him. He let out a smug grin. This was his time to shine, and prove himself a worthy trainer.
“A battle, eh? I won’t say no, but I’ll have you know that in my 14 years on this planet, I have never once lost a Pokemon battle.” he declared. Little did his opponent know that he had never once fought in a battle.
“That only means it will show everyone how strong I am when I beat you.” Lachlan said confidently as Zigs poked his head out of Lachlan’s bag and over his shoulder. “My partner Zigs and I are going to be the best one day.” Lachlan patted the Zigzagoon’s head, then turned back to Alaric and gestured for him to follow as he walked out of the store, leading him to a park not far away.
“Heh. A bold statement. Especially considering when I, Alaric, soon to be the greatest trainer from the Hoenn region am here. Me and my partner will show you our power!” he spoke confidently as he let out his Ralts from the pokeball he had at his waist. It seemed as exceedingly confident as his trainer.
“I’ve only have need for one pokemon. I’ll allow you to use as many as you want, as I cannot lose!” he laughed as he looked at Lachlan with his arms folded, ready to battle.
Zigs hopped out of Lachlan’s bag and past his head out in front of him. “It would only be fair for me to use a single pokemon too then.” Lachlan said, his confidence only slightly wavering toward the beginning. He raised one arm out in the air before him and shouted “Lets do this!”
As epic as the two hyped the battle up to be, it fell flat. Both were complete novice trainers who had never fought in a Pokemon battle, and as a result, it was a messy affair. Tackles and psybeams went left and right as both Pokemon tried desperately to bring their trainers home the victory. In the end, Alaric took the victory, but not without much effort. In a way, he felt cheated out of a true victory given as his opponent had only used one of his pokemon.
Lachlan knew he could have won had he used all his pokemon, but none the less he accepted his loss and promised next time they battled it would be a different outcome. Satisfied with the time he had killed Lachlan said farewell to Alaric and returned to his dad’s apartment after giving him his rotom phone number.
After he got back home to Hoenn, he felt invigorated. He knew what he must do and he realised what his parents had been feeling all those years ago. He set out and decided to expand his party in preparation for the upcoming Chromis league and for his rematch against Lachlan, and didn't give himself a day of rest due to the sheer excitement that was flowing through his veins. He caught two new additions to his party in the same mountain, although on different days. He caught both through battle, and the bond they share was built through a mutual respect of strength rather than a slow attempt to befriend them. Regardless, they still came to have a strong friendship.
With the two new additions to his party, a gusto in his heart and a wanderlust to find new strong trainers to battle, he set off for the Chromis league. He was a different beast to when he battled Lachlan a year ago, and he wasn't prepared to lose to anybody.
Name: Lance Species: Ralts Gender: Male Ability: Trace Battle Experience: 3 Moves: - Disarming Voice - Draining Kiss - Confusion - Psybeam Extra Notes: Hatched from an egg, and Alaric's first pokemon. Is absolutely fearless.
Name: Moko Species: Bagon Gender: Female Ability: Rock Head Battle Experience: 3 Moves: - Bite - Headbutt - Dragon Breath - Ember Extra Notes: Alaric's second pokemon, doesn't get along very well with Lance but is best friends with Emil.
Name: Emil Species: Aron Gender: Male Ability: Rock Head Battle Experience: 3 Moves: - Headbutt - Metal Claw - Rock Tomb - Protect Extra Notes: Alaric's third pokemon, doesn't get along well with Lance but is Moko's best friend.
Heya! Don't know how you got here, but I'm just a lonely young-adult from Europe. Here are some of the things I like.
Games: NIER, Phantasy Star Online(2 is coming soon!!), Touhou, Darkest Dungeon, Shadowverse, Osu
Music: ICDD, Sakuzyo, Kalafina, Lorn, REOL, 6lack, Stack, Celldweller, Keiichi Okabe, Yuki Kaijura, Aimer, Marina
Anime: Code Geass, Fate/Zero, Log Horizon, Magi, WorldEnd, Shokugeki no Souma, Tensei Slime, Sakurasou, Densetsu no Yuusha no Densetsu, Kuroko no Basket, Girls und Panzer, Owari no Seraph
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Heya! Don't know how you got here, but I'm just a lonely young-adult from Europe. Here are some of the things I like.<br><br>Games: NIER, Phantasy Star Online(2 is coming soon!!), Touhou, Darkest Dungeon, Shadowverse, Osu<br>Music: ICDD, Sakuzyo, Kalafina, Lorn, REOL, 6lack, Stack, Celldweller, Keiichi Okabe, Yuki Kaijura, Aimer, Marina<br>Anime: Code Geass, Fate/Zero, Log Horizon, Magi, WorldEnd, Shokugeki no Souma, Tensei Slime, Sakurasou, Densetsu no Yuusha no Densetsu, Kuroko no Basket, Girls und Panzer, Owari no Seraph<br><br></div>
