MonsieurShade

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"Attention all students n' staff, please remember to blah blah blah..." Ginger grumbled as she wandered aimlessly through the school. Ginger knew that there was another swim meet coming up and as a member of the team she was expected to show up for practice, however, she'd skipped out on it today in favor of hooking up with her current "toy" for some other after school activities. The girl turned a corner before she bumped into the hulking frame of her older brother, who did not look happy in the slightest. "Oh hey paddy, what brings you here? Not trying to get hold of some "fresh meat" now are you?" Ginger jeered only to yelp as Dimitri thumped her in the forehead, "Climb off it, you told me to bring you yer damned wallet cuz ya left it at home. Why the hell ain't you at practice? I went over there to give you the damn thing and yer here fuckin' about. You'd batter have a real good reason for that.". Ginger grasped at her forehead and glared up at Dimitri, "Would you believe that I was staying behind class to study?", "No." "Shit.".

Dimitri shook his head and jerked his thumb at one of the speakers, "What's all this 'bout vaccines?", "Dunno, apparently there's this nasty virus going around, I didn't pay too much attention to the noise.". Ginger shrunk back a bit as Dimitri eyed her up and down as if she'd done something wrong, "You get your vaccine yet, runt?", "Nah, hadn't planned on getting one." "Yes you were...". Ginger started to ask what Dimitri was insinuating, only to squeal as he roughly hoisted her up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, "In fact, you were plannin' on getting a vaccine right now before you went to swim practice. Less' go.". At this point all Ginger could do was curse and struggle feebly as Dimitri carried her towards the infirmary where he assumed vaccination shots would be given.

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Dairy products will not save you here slender one. I hope your biscuits are sufficiently buttered.

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They said that zombies couldn't be good at fighting. They were wrong. I have created something beautiful, gaze upon my madness and weep!

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Name: Dimitri "padlock" Carmine
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Breast size: "I ain't got breasts you wanker!"
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: He's almost a mirror double of Michael Peterson (Charles Bronson), complete with the vile temper, foul language, and strong inclination towards violence. Dimitri brings new meaning to the term "protective big brother".

History: He's just a guy who enjoys beating the shit out of other people for money. His childhood was normal, save for the mind boggling amounts of fight he got into, this escalated as he got older until he ended up getting put out of several highschools for, as he put it "deckin those punks in their wormy little faces". When he was old enough, his folks put him out and he was forced to make a living by fighting in all manner of rings, some legal, others, not so much. Somehow this crazy bastard made so much money that he managed to move all the way to another country and rent out a semidecent two bedroom apartment. When his sister came with the intent of moving in with him, he allowed it under the agreement that she stay in school. He may have been a delinquent, but goddamn it she was not gonna fuck up her education!
Are you on the swim team?: "DO I LOOK LIKE A HIGH SCHOOL GIRL TO YOU, YOU SLAG!?"

Other: He received a vaccination like the others just because he was visiting the school to drop something off for his sister. As an added "fuck you" from the universe, he also ended up getting bit on the face before the negative effects of the vaccine could kick in. He now covers his mouth with a medical mask and punches anyone that tries to touch it. Received his nickname for always wearing a large padlock and chain around his neck

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Name: Ginger "Clubs" Carmine
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Breast size: B
Sexuality: If it can consent, she'll go for it. (pansexual)
Personality: She's a scrappy tomboyish girl who idolizes her brother despite the obvious fact that he's a piss poor role model. Ginger is a hedonist that does whatever she believes will result in the most fun (which usually results in Dimitri having to beat some poor bastard into the ground). Despite her rough & tumble attitude, Ginger is a rather bright girl and can navigate her way through higher class places if you can convince her to do so.

History: As the second child, Ginger was generally overlooked in the household at an early age. She was by no means neglected, however she was always treated as the second born. That changed pretty quickly however as Dimitri got into more and more fights, until eventually her parents viewed her as the "good egg" and began to dote and hover over her constantly, which was something she thought she wanted until she realized what it meant. Ginger was always under pressure to be perfect, to have the best grades, and to be the smart one. When the strain became too much, she started to push back and lash out against her parents, as well as admire Dimitri despite originally being envious of his status as first born. Once her brother moved out, Ginger picked up a job and saved every penny she could -occasionally stealing from her parents and strangers to add to her funds- until she had enough to fly out to live with her brother. He consented, but only under the agreement that she stayed in school, much to her displeasure.

Are you on the swim team?: "Yea, but i'm not really doing it because I like it. Dimitri wouldn't leave me alone about either getting a job or an after school activity" (currently on the team, skips a lot of practice and meets though)
Other: Infected, but received her facial wounds from someone she was trying to eat. Like her brother Ginger wears a medical mask. She came up with a lie for the two of them that they're both deathly afraid of getting sick. Ginger got her nickname for her love of parties and preference for bludgeoning weapons.

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I'd keep the link up for Charles bronson, but i'm worried about a potential ban as it might possibly be considered against the site's policy. Just look up the movie "Bronson" on youtube to get a feel for what you're about to bear witness to.

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FOOLISH RAINING, DID YOU THINK YOU COULD EVADE MY SIGHT FOREVER? BUTTER YER BISCUITS, LOCK UP YER CAPYBARAS, AND PREPARE FOR THE SHADENING (trademark pending). In other words, sup, i'll have a CS up soon.

Of Goats, Goblins, and Mages; The King is Missing and all that Jazz.

"A hitman?" Adrian hissed indignantly, "Now you listen here ruminant, I did not study law for six years to become some nameless assassin! Just because I choose to conduct business a certain way does not mean I cannot do so in a manner that conforms with societal norms!". The dragonborn folded his arms and looked around the room with growing impatience, "So who among you is responsible for us gathering together to save this Goblin King chap? Speak up already, time is money, and I happen to be a busy man."

Of Goats, Goblins, and Mages; The King is Missing and all that Jazz.

Adrian scoffed a bit dismissively at the words of Fred, "You seem to be under the implication that I actually care a good deal about my race Mister...Overgoat was it? Anyway, all that matters to me is winning the case and making money. If that means some people need to be subjected to an impromptu molten rock bath, then oh well as long as I get payed.". The dragonborn examined his cuticles a bit before piping up again, "Besides, that's just my immediate response to handling a case. I've defended quite a few people without having to scald to death a few dozen others, but those services tend to cost more."

The Ashe City Mysteries (Supernatural Mystery RP)

Everyone celebrate we are on IC post #123 !!!!!!!!!!! -parties-

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I immediately thought of the Johnny Bravo intro when I read 123....damn it now I miss my childhood.

The Ashe City Mysteries (Supernatural Mystery RP)

Arrowhead Park nature center

"Little pig, little pig, let me iiinnnnn...." Dimitri rasped as he slowly drug his claws across the wooden door that stood between him and his prey. From within the nature center, the sounds of sobbing could be heard as the woman hiding beneath a desk inside of the center curled into a tight ball. The set up had been perfect for Dimitri, it was still cold enough to keep all but the most stubborn runners indoors, all he'd had to do was sit back and wait until he found a sufficient target. He didn't have to wait long as a woman that appeared to be in her late twenties had began to jog past the spot that he'd chosen to lie in ambush. From there it was a cake walk; Dimitri had smeared himself with dirt and leaves, partially transformed his leg so that the bones jutted out strangely, then proceeded to beg for help, pausing every now and then to moan or sob as if in severe pain. The woman had fallen for the trick hook, line, and sinker, and wandered off the trail and into the forest to find the location of the pleas for assistance. Once he was spotted, Dimitri spun a tale of how he'd been beaten and mugged by a group of men who dragged him off the path to cover their tracks. The woman had looked horrified -the exact reaction Dimitri had hoped for- and fumbled for her phone to call the police.

The very moment that she took her eyes off of Dimitri, the wendigo launched into action and tackled her to the ground, knocking away the phone in the process. Dimitri had sunken his teeth into her shoulder first, just to get a proper taste, however his victim had been quicker to react that he'd anticipated, and caught him with a surprisingly mean left hook. Knocked back, by by no means knocked out, Dimitri had decided to just transform right then and there and renew his assault while his victim got up to run. One swipe of his claws was all it took to sever her left leg's achilles tendon and lacerate her calf. Dimitri hadn't bothered to finish the woman then, rather, he chose to let her have a ten minute headstart, which allowed her to locate the nature center and lock herself in. Tracking her was simple enough as she had so kindly left a trail of blood droplets in her escape attempt.

Dimitri dragged his claws against the door again, savoring the sensation of his nails biting into the wood as well as the fresh sobs from behind the door. He would have continued to toy with his food a bit longer, however a sudden thought made his blood run cold: he'd taken care to make her drop her phone outside, but there was very likely a land line inside the center. With a snarl Dimitri smashed open the door and looked about frantically. The woman was easy enough to locate thanks to the fresh bout of hiccuping sobs, however that was not what caught Dimitri's attention. What caught his attention, was the telephone that lay by it's receiver on the desk above his quarry. The wendigo felt rage bubble in his gut then as he realized that she'd probably managed to send a call out to the local PD.

Robbed of both time for further fun and time for a peaceful meal, Dimitri roared menacingly and cleared the distance between him and the desk in half a second, "YOU SKEEVY LITTLE WENCH!" he bellowed as he threw aside the piece of furniture which shattered after impacting a wall. Dimitri dove onto the woman without a word, she hadn't even gotten a chance to scream as she was violently dismembered and eaten. Under normal circumstances, Dimitri would have left barely a trace of his deeds, however now all he wanted to do was rip and tear without concern for his actions. And rip and tear he did; by the time Dimitri was finished, there was blood and flesh staining the floor, the walls, and even a few spots on the ceiling. His victim wasn't even recognizably as human anymore, merely a pulped mess of blood and bone.

Once Dimitri regained his senses, the wendigo took off, leaving behind a gory crime scene that would shake the hardest of men. One thing was certain, whomever the police department sent to examine the crime scene was in for one hell of a show, and an even more hellish case.

Of Goats, Goblins, and Mages; The King is Missing and all that Jazz.

Having caught the last portion of Eris' mumbling thanks to his sharp hearing, Adrian raised a scaly brow at Eris and took an extremely long drag of his cigar, "My my my kiddo, we're awful confident in our abilities, aren't we? Funny how you seem to believe yourself more capable than the rest of us when the reason for our meeting has not yet been revealed.". The dragonborn calmly strode over to the spellborn and leered down at her before blowing the smoke out of the side of his...mouth? Beak?...er...Beakmouth. "Well if this situation has anything to do with legal matters, then I assure you that there is no one here more qualified than myself, to include you." he stated somewhat dismissively before eating the remaining portion of his cigar. The lawyer calmly brushed a bit of ash from his clothing and turned to face the others in the room, "Well, if no one's going to speak, allow me to break the ice and introduce myself.", Adrain said as he gave a half bow, "I'm Adrian, Adrian Crom, attorney at law. To add to that little note I'm also the best goddamned defense attorney to grace the planet.".