As the day began to pick up a bit, Dimitri decided that it was high time that he found some good vantage points and escape routes for when he began his hunt. The wendigo slipped into an alley between two buildings before jumping atop the smaller of the two, clearing the twenty foot high walls as easily as a human would jump a small puddle. It was a satisfying sensation for Dimitri to be able to actually use his muscles to their full extent. For the longest time he'd been forced to hide his true athletic prowess and act as if he was helpless even by human standards. It was demeaning for Dimitri, but it didn't matter now, all that mattered was getting ready for what was to come. He took a few steps back, then sprinted and jumped onto the roof adjacent to the one he had been on. Once there, Dimitri peered over the edge of the roof and down at the streets below and began to memorize the street names and alleyways within the area.
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9 yrs ago
Holy fuck. Ok, shit. Insane hiatus. Fuck. I'm still around folks, just been beyond extremely busy. Will try (heavy emphasis on try) to be more active in the coming months.
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God forbid I be one of the lucky bastards that doesn't have their wisdom teeth grow in. Nah, just fuck my shit up fam.
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As someone who works for a pet store I both love and hate pixar. The next person that tries to ask me if we have "a dory fish" for their goldfish bowl is getting straight up clubbed like a baby seal
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I'm just a simple college student working his way through life while simultaneously testing the limits of how much caffeine and alcohol the human body can subsist on before it gives out. Just call me Shade.
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As Connor came over and spoke to him Adrian turned to face his team leader and gave a small nod, "There isn't a person alive that I can't track with enough clues or time. I'll find whomever did this, and when I do it won't be pretty.". The hero's ears perked as he heard a fellow graduate call out to him for assistance, Kagerou he believed it was, "I'll catch up with you in a bit Connor, for now let me see if I can help find any survivors among the wreckage.". Without a word more, Adrian turned and jogged towards Kagerou, though it was clear that he wasn't really focused on her. Adrian's head swiveled left and right, his eyes darted every which way, and his nostrils flared repeatedly as he used his best senses to search for anyone that might be buried under the remains of the academy.
@Lowkey123 Very well, then I give you...Dick Wars: The phantom phallus.
This took place during my freshman year in high school, specifically in my geometry class, which allowed for a mixing of different grades. Like all freshmeats I was going through that rough patch where I was in a new environment with no one familiar. Then I met Michael. Michael was a senior who had gotten all of his math credits and was simply using the geometry class as a "dump class" to fill up his schedule. Michael was also a brilliant artist with a penchant for spontaneous phallic humor. My first introduction to Michael was the sudden appearance of a dick drawing on my notebook cover. Now, mentally I was "what the fucking" the sudden doodle and trying to figure out which person did it while also attempting to act as if nothing happened. After class Michael comes up to me and admits that the drawing was his doing, and invites me to hang out with him. Me being a freshman, I of course did so in hopes of actually gaining a bit of status. Then I learned the depth of Michael's dickish tendencies, no pun intended. Everyday yielded a new drawing, and it wasn't until the magnificent bastard managed to fill half of one of my note books with his drawings before I started to retaliate with dick drawings of my own. What had started as a simple joke soon turned into an all out war. Dicks on desks, dicks on eachother's skin when on of us fell asleep in class, changing each other's phone screen savers to dicks. Our teacher finally took notice of our antics after a few weeks and threatened to have Michael suspended. This did not slow our momentum in the slightest. This mad pioneer found out a way to make phallus shaped paper planes, which he gleefully used to his advantage. Eventually it got to the point where our grades in geometry where slipping a bit. Then Michael does something I never would have imagined. I like to show up to class early sometimes, and our geometry teacher rarely left her door locked, so i'd often just sit in and take a small nap before class started. I came in one day to find the mother of all things dong on my desk. Michael had crafted a one foot dong out of clay and plastered it on my desk. And this thing was detailed. It had veins, and a completely realistic shape all around. I fucking lost it, and couldn't bring myself to move it from my desk. You can imagine the surprise on the faces of my classmates and teacher when they saw what was on my desk. I almost got expelled for it, but Michael piped up and admitted it was his doing. So the teacher goes off on him for about five minutes before having him escorted to the principal's office for expulsion. Mind you she also had him collect the sculpture he made as evidence, something he did with a bit more pride than one about to lose their chance at graduating should. Somehow this slippery bastard weaseled his way out of expulsion and got off with a two week suspension. Eventually Michael graduated and moved on to college, however we still kept in touch even after I myself graduated years later. We still meet up every now and then to go to conventions and the like, and somehow this master of all things dongtastic has managed not only to get married, but has a son and daughter whom I can't wait to get old enough to be properly embarrassed when I tell them about how I met their father.
This took place during my freshman year in high school, specifically in my geometry class, which allowed for a mixing of different grades. Like all freshmeats I was going through that rough patch where I was in a new environment with no one familiar. Then I met Michael. Michael was a senior who had gotten all of his math credits and was simply using the geometry class as a "dump class" to fill up his schedule. Michael was also a brilliant artist with a penchant for spontaneous phallic humor. My first introduction to Michael was the sudden appearance of a dick drawing on my notebook cover. Now, mentally I was "what the fucking" the sudden doodle and trying to figure out which person did it while also attempting to act as if nothing happened. After class Michael comes up to me and admits that the drawing was his doing, and invites me to hang out with him. Me being a freshman, I of course did so in hopes of actually gaining a bit of status. Then I learned the depth of Michael's dickish tendencies, no pun intended. Everyday yielded a new drawing, and it wasn't until the magnificent bastard managed to fill half of one of my note books with his drawings before I started to retaliate with dick drawings of my own. What had started as a simple joke soon turned into an all out war. Dicks on desks, dicks on eachother's skin when on of us fell asleep in class, changing each other's phone screen savers to dicks. Our teacher finally took notice of our antics after a few weeks and threatened to have Michael suspended. This did not slow our momentum in the slightest. This mad pioneer found out a way to make phallus shaped paper planes, which he gleefully used to his advantage. Eventually it got to the point where our grades in geometry where slipping a bit. Then Michael does something I never would have imagined. I like to show up to class early sometimes, and our geometry teacher rarely left her door locked, so i'd often just sit in and take a small nap before class started. I came in one day to find the mother of all things dong on my desk. Michael had crafted a one foot dong out of clay and plastered it on my desk. And this thing was detailed. It had veins, and a completely realistic shape all around. I fucking lost it, and couldn't bring myself to move it from my desk. You can imagine the surprise on the faces of my classmates and teacher when they saw what was on my desk. I almost got expelled for it, but Michael piped up and admitted it was his doing. So the teacher goes off on him for about five minutes before having him escorted to the principal's office for expulsion. Mind you she also had him collect the sculpture he made as evidence, something he did with a bit more pride than one about to lose their chance at graduating should. Somehow this slippery bastard weaseled his way out of expulsion and got off with a two week suspension. Eventually Michael graduated and moved on to college, however we still kept in touch even after I myself graduated years later. We still meet up every now and then to go to conventions and the like, and somehow this master of all things dongtastic has managed not only to get married, but has a son and daughter whom I can't wait to get old enough to be properly embarrassed when I tell them about how I met their father.
@Caits
Indeed he is.
Indeed he is.
@LowKey123
Jesus, the fucking video reminds me of how I met one of my best friends. Seriously when I met him it was like Dick Wars. Since i'm feeling nostalgic, have nothing better to do, and find our meeting story to be incredibly hilarious, i'd be happy to regale you all with the tale if anyone's interested.
Jesus, the fucking video reminds me of how I met one of my best friends. Seriously when I met him it was like Dick Wars. Since i'm feeling nostalgic, have nothing better to do, and find our meeting story to be incredibly hilarious, i'd be happy to regale you all with the tale if anyone's interested.
There were many words to describe what had happened to the A.H.V, some words sympathetic, and others, not so much. Words like travesty, act of god, horrifying, and blessing. For Adrian Kravinoff, three particular words continued to repeat themselves in his head when he thought of what to call the attack on the academy: declaration of war. He'd been dealing with an assignment out in Maine when he'd heard the news, and was on the first plane to new york no more than two hours later. Soon after touching down in new york Adrian had rented a vehicle -nothing fancy, a simple toyota avalon- and started making his way back to his old school as fast as he could, never before being so thankful that new york allowed drivers under twenty five to rent a car, even if there was an additional fee.
As Adrian spotted what remained of his old school, he began to grit his teeth and grip the steering wheel with so much force that he feared that he'd break it. He parked a bit down the street and threw a few quarters into the parking meter before he ran towards the academy as fast as he legs would carry him. Adrian wasn't exactly a speedster, but he definitely outpaced even the most athletic human with minimal effort. The hero stopped just before he was about to run headfirst into a pile of rubble and stood silent as the grave as he examined the wreckage. "What the hell happened here?" Adrian ground out to no one in particular after a little while. He was usually a calm and collected man, years of training at the hand of his father had taught him to keep his emotions in check, however as he'd spoken there had been a slight edge in his normally flat tone.
This wasn't how things were meant to be for Adrian. When his father had dropped him off, he was enrolled for the sole purpose of testing his skills as a hunter against the highest order of apex predators, to combat and kill a metahuman. Yet here he stood, not as a victorious hunter whom had bested the greatest of prey, but as a man whom had begrudgingly learned how to enjoy living in a place where he wasn't expected to kill or be killed. He'd built memories here, honed other skills, made friends! Adrian titled his head up and sniffed the air, hoping to catch any scents out of the ordinary. He'd find out who did this, and when he did, the culprit's skull would be adorning one of his trophy racks.
As Adrian spotted what remained of his old school, he began to grit his teeth and grip the steering wheel with so much force that he feared that he'd break it. He parked a bit down the street and threw a few quarters into the parking meter before he ran towards the academy as fast as he legs would carry him. Adrian wasn't exactly a speedster, but he definitely outpaced even the most athletic human with minimal effort. The hero stopped just before he was about to run headfirst into a pile of rubble and stood silent as the grave as he examined the wreckage. "What the hell happened here?" Adrian ground out to no one in particular after a little while. He was usually a calm and collected man, years of training at the hand of his father had taught him to keep his emotions in check, however as he'd spoken there had been a slight edge in his normally flat tone.
This wasn't how things were meant to be for Adrian. When his father had dropped him off, he was enrolled for the sole purpose of testing his skills as a hunter against the highest order of apex predators, to combat and kill a metahuman. Yet here he stood, not as a victorious hunter whom had bested the greatest of prey, but as a man whom had begrudgingly learned how to enjoy living in a place where he wasn't expected to kill or be killed. He'd built memories here, honed other skills, made friends! Adrian titled his head up and sniffed the air, hoping to catch any scents out of the ordinary. He'd find out who did this, and when he did, the culprit's skull would be adorning one of his trophy racks.
Name: Adrian Kravinoff
Alias: Stalker
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Parents: Sergei Kravinoff (Kraven the hunter), Calypso Ezili
Powers: Due to his father's constant usage of mystical elixirs throughout his life, Adrian was born an apex predator for all intents and purposes. At his peak Adrian's strength, speed, stamina, and reflexes are superior to those of Captain America (but still well below people like spiderman, hulk, or colossus). Adrian also boasts a heightened sense of smell, sight, and hearing, and due to his mother he has an uncanny ability to sense magic (This ability only extends to a ten meter radius, and cannot actually pinpoint the source of magic, it is also a bit spotty at time, either just barely sensing magic, or overloading his senses until he manages to locate the source).
Bio: Being the son Kraven the hunter was no walk in the park for Adrian. Due to the somewhat volatile nature of his mother, Adrian was taken in by his father once he was old enough to eat solid food. From the time that he was able to walk for more than a few feet, Adrian was trained by his father to become a true hunter, and upon reaching the age of six he was expected to actually hunt and forage for his food. The training only intensified as he got older, and Adrain regularly found himself dropped off in the most remote jungles where he was expected not only to survive, but to hunt down whatever species of animal happened to be the apex predator of that region with nothing but the tools he made. Once Kraven felt he was truly ready, he enrolled his son into the academy in new york as a means of letting his son get a feel for and eventually hunt "the greatest prey". For a while Adrian went along with it and pretended to be a normal student as he searched for someone that he believed would be a suitable challenge, but as time went on, Adrian found himself losing sight of that goal, and before he knew it he was a graduate and had made a friend or two along the way. Now part of a superhero group, Adrian works to stop villains, while rationalizing his actions as fulfilling his father's wishes without risking arrest. He still takes trophies from each battle to keep or send home to his father, but doesn't really tell Kraven that most of those trophies didn't come from something he killed.
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Alias: Stalker
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Parents: Sergei Kravinoff (Kraven the hunter), Calypso Ezili
Powers: Due to his father's constant usage of mystical elixirs throughout his life, Adrian was born an apex predator for all intents and purposes. At his peak Adrian's strength, speed, stamina, and reflexes are superior to those of Captain America (but still well below people like spiderman, hulk, or colossus). Adrian also boasts a heightened sense of smell, sight, and hearing, and due to his mother he has an uncanny ability to sense magic (This ability only extends to a ten meter radius, and cannot actually pinpoint the source of magic, it is also a bit spotty at time, either just barely sensing magic, or overloading his senses until he manages to locate the source).
Bio: Being the son Kraven the hunter was no walk in the park for Adrian. Due to the somewhat volatile nature of his mother, Adrian was taken in by his father once he was old enough to eat solid food. From the time that he was able to walk for more than a few feet, Adrian was trained by his father to become a true hunter, and upon reaching the age of six he was expected to actually hunt and forage for his food. The training only intensified as he got older, and Adrain regularly found himself dropped off in the most remote jungles where he was expected not only to survive, but to hunt down whatever species of animal happened to be the apex predator of that region with nothing but the tools he made. Once Kraven felt he was truly ready, he enrolled his son into the academy in new york as a means of letting his son get a feel for and eventually hunt "the greatest prey". For a while Adrian went along with it and pretended to be a normal student as he searched for someone that he believed would be a suitable challenge, but as time went on, Adrian found himself losing sight of that goal, and before he knew it he was a graduate and had made a friend or two along the way. Now part of a superhero group, Adrian works to stop villains, while rationalizing his actions as fulfilling his father's wishes without risking arrest. He still takes trophies from each battle to keep or send home to his father, but doesn't really tell Kraven that most of those trophies didn't come from something he killed.
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@knight125
I made a CS on the previous page if you're interested. Not trying to seem nitpicky here, I just don't know whether or not you saw it or not.
I made a CS on the previous page if you're interested. Not trying to seem nitpicky here, I just don't know whether or not you saw it or not.
Here's hoping my cs application is up to snuff. I'd like to apply as one of the Graduates working with the Avenger-esque team.
Name: Adrian Kravinoff
Alias: Stalker
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Parents: Sergei Kravinoff (Kraven the hunter), Calypso Ezili
Powers: Due to his father's constant usage of mystical elixirs throughout his life, Adrian was born a superhuman for all intents and purposes. At his peak Adrian's strength, speed, stamina, and reflexes are superior to those of Captain America (but still well below people like spiderman, hulk, or colossus). Adrian also boasts a heightened sense of smell, sight, and hearing, and due to his mother he has an uncanny ability to sense magic (This ability only extends to a ten meter radius, and cannot actually pinpoint the source of magic, it is also a bit spotty at time, either just barely sensing magic, or overloading his senses until he manages to locate the source).
Bio: Being the son Kraven the hunter was no walk in the park for Adrian. Due to the somewhat volatile nature of his mother, Adrian was taken in by his father once he was old enough to eat solid food. From the time that he was able to walk for more than a few feet, Adrian was trained by his father to become a true hunter, and upon reaching the age of six he was expected to actually hunt and forage for his food. The training only intensified as he got older, and Adrain regularly found himself dropped off in the most remote jungles where he was expected not only to survive, but to hunt down whatever species of animal happened to be the apex predator of that region with nothing but the tools he made. Once Kraven felt he was truly ready, he enrolled his son into the academy in new york as a means of letting his son get a feel for and eventually hunt "the greatest prey". For a while Adrian went along with it and pretended to be a normal student as he searched for someone that he believed would be a suitable challenge, but as time went on, Adrian found himself losing sight of that goal, and before he knew it he was a graduate and had made a friend or two along the way. Now part of a superhero group, Adrian works to stop villains, while rationalizing his actions as fulfilling his father's wishes without risking arrest. He still takes trophies from each battle to keep or send home to his father, but doesn't really tell Kraven that most of those trophies didn't come from something he killed.
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Name: Adrian Kravinoff
Alias: Stalker
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Parents: Sergei Kravinoff (Kraven the hunter), Calypso Ezili
Powers: Due to his father's constant usage of mystical elixirs throughout his life, Adrian was born a superhuman for all intents and purposes. At his peak Adrian's strength, speed, stamina, and reflexes are superior to those of Captain America (but still well below people like spiderman, hulk, or colossus). Adrian also boasts a heightened sense of smell, sight, and hearing, and due to his mother he has an uncanny ability to sense magic (This ability only extends to a ten meter radius, and cannot actually pinpoint the source of magic, it is also a bit spotty at time, either just barely sensing magic, or overloading his senses until he manages to locate the source).
Bio: Being the son Kraven the hunter was no walk in the park for Adrian. Due to the somewhat volatile nature of his mother, Adrian was taken in by his father once he was old enough to eat solid food. From the time that he was able to walk for more than a few feet, Adrian was trained by his father to become a true hunter, and upon reaching the age of six he was expected to actually hunt and forage for his food. The training only intensified as he got older, and Adrain regularly found himself dropped off in the most remote jungles where he was expected not only to survive, but to hunt down whatever species of animal happened to be the apex predator of that region with nothing but the tools he made. Once Kraven felt he was truly ready, he enrolled his son into the academy in new york as a means of letting his son get a feel for and eventually hunt "the greatest prey". For a while Adrian went along with it and pretended to be a normal student as he searched for someone that he believed would be a suitable challenge, but as time went on, Adrian found himself losing sight of that goal, and before he knew it he was a graduate and had made a friend or two along the way. Now part of a superhero group, Adrian works to stop villains, while rationalizing his actions as fulfilling his father's wishes without risking arrest. He still takes trophies from each battle to keep or send home to his father, but doesn't really tell Kraven that most of those trophies didn't come from something he killed.
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Dimitri wandered aimlessly about the soon-to-be festival grounds with an annoyed look on his face. He'd made a clean getaway from his hunt before a police cruiser pulled into the park grounds to respond to the call, and his transformations made it extremely difficult to trace him back to the crime scenes, however that wasn't what bothered him. What bothered Dimitri the most was the fact that he'd lost out on what could have been a fulfilling hunt, which was something he hadn't been able to have as of late. It wasn't that Dimitri just wanted to play with his food before the kill, it was that he had an instinctual need to do it, to stalk, to harm, and to give a false hope for escape before bringing the game to an end. The lack of satisfaction before the kill was beginning to drive the Wendigo up the wall like an itch that simply couldn't be scratched, and like a big cat trapped in a cage all day he was getting closer and closer to the breaking point as time went on. Even now Dimitri could feel the tension tingling at the base of his skull, telling him to grab the nearest person and haul them kicking and screaming to his hunting grounds.
Dimitri's eyes flashed red and he shuddered a bit, however thanks to his short stature he remained unnoticed. He needed to be patient, the festival would mean that there would be plenty of people for him to choose from. Perhaps he'd even be a bit bold and grab a supernatural for his hunt this time around, human flesh might have been tastier, but a supernatural would more likely scratch that itch of his. "Just gotta wait a bit longer. Once this festival's in full swing, then I get to have some real fun.".
Dimitri's eyes flashed red and he shuddered a bit, however thanks to his short stature he remained unnoticed. He needed to be patient, the festival would mean that there would be plenty of people for him to choose from. Perhaps he'd even be a bit bold and grab a supernatural for his hunt this time around, human flesh might have been tastier, but a supernatural would more likely scratch that itch of his. "Just gotta wait a bit longer. Once this festival's in full swing, then I get to have some real fun.".
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