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Okay this site is fucking with me. My connection is fine and yet it fucks me hard. May get more double posts and such in the future, please note I do not mean it.
KaBling said
Jesus Motherfucking Christ, you found one of the fusions that inspired it all... er, the plot and partially the concept, at least.Now to check the app... 7 hours later.
I think the appropriate answer to this would be: Well fuck.
I bet the picture is the same too?!
I am Psychic.
If you want me to change it I can. I'm not having any form of sexual attraction for my character at this very moment.
Making a second character, as I said I would.
Name: Jade Fintch
Age: 18
Level: 9
Gender: Female
Species: Banette - Spiritomb
Type: Ghost - Dark
Appearance:
Ability: Illusion
Moves: -Will-o-wisp (early access with Banette form)
-Shadow Sneak
-Confuse Ray
-Knock Off
Biography: Born in the big apple of America, brought forth to this world by a Jewish father and pure New-Yorker mother of atheist faith. Though the couple was often in conflict regarding certain rituals, they deemed it best that Jade would remain non-theist until she is old enough to decide of her own beliefs. From the get go Jade was blessed with an open family who identified as a progressive type of people. As such she never suffered any social tensions in her household and was free to express herself as long as it remained in acceptable boundaries. However her parents would often have trouble punishing her for her wrongdoings because of such a relaxed grasp on her behavior. Luckily for them, when she was a little child Jade was never to type to get into big trouble nor cause chaos in family life through violence or unnerving reactions to discipline in other activities. She was pretty much the normal girl with her own group of friends and her own accepted place in the classroom during her young childhood.
This all changed when she hit puberty, at 12 years old. As she entered her pre-teen phase, her friends didn't miss out on the crazy metamorphosis puberty could bring, both physically and mentally. All her female friends (she only had female friends at that age) started to have breasts, some larger than others, while others had them early and they kept growing. Some had acne, some looked very beautiful, some had weird braces and some even had weight problems. Jade stayed skinny, very skinny, despite having a normal diet and no psychological or hormonal abnormalities. She also had a complete absence of breasts, or almost. She was flat chested, which was the only real complex she had about herself as her height wasn't too bad, not too tall nor ridiculously short nor did she have acne (the forehead took a toll near 14 years old but it ran by fast). This insecurity made her uncomfortable when it came to taking the initiative with her group of friends - she was more of a follower than a leader.
As she grew older, she became more and more prone to influence and eventually discovered the never ending wonders of the social medias. Like all her friends, she had a phone, facebook, Twitter, snapchat and so on. It wasn't that she liked them, her friends here doing it and thus it was cool. Near the age of 16 she becomes one of those attention wanting girls posting a picture of herself every day and expression how much she dislikes her appearance (often referring to her chest) while never expressing such things in real life. She was told that it was alright to express herself but at the same time it was bad when people did it, which she swallowed in such a way that, like her typical teenage friends, she'd often make fun of other teens her age on facebook who would do as she did but wasn't in her particular circle of friends. She would then go on about how bullying is bad and how sad life can be outside of America. Many believe she is a hypocrite, she is one, but sad reality is that she's simply brainwashed by all those surrounding her. She firmly believes that one should have their own thoughts and opinions, but her's are ironically all rehashed from what people she considers positively say.
As she reached adulthood, she turned into more of a troll than a drama seeker, both online and in reality. She'd often mock others rather violently with friends and then feel as if she accomplished something. Another thing worth pointing out is her view on beauty. She was so disturbed of her flat chest (which remained flat) that she forced herself to believe she is beautiful despite have a true psychological pathology because of them and that anything she finds ugly deserves a certain level of mockery to get her approval. In reality she doesn't understand what she is doing and remains as a typical teenage girl thinking she's an adult because she is 18 and acts as if she knows better than another.
She's hitting business school near San Francisco however her program starts near the end of September rather than currently, justifying her lack of productivity the past few days.
Differences: She has a severe dislike for what she considers ugly, and people turning to Pokemon are ugly to her, making her a "racist" at the start.This also makes her use her illusion ability to keep herself appear as a human. Her species make her focus a lot on Panic and Fear.
Her Spiritomb's malleable form allows her body to use the illusion ability as it takes the shape of what she desires.
Other Info: She's an annoying teen who needs to get her senses knocked into her.
Name: Jade Fintch
Age: 18
Level: 9
Gender: Female
Species: Banette - Spiritomb
Type: Ghost - Dark
Appearance:
Ability: Illusion
Moves: -Will-o-wisp (early access with Banette form)
-Shadow Sneak
-Confuse Ray
-Knock Off
Biography: Born in the big apple of America, brought forth to this world by a Jewish father and pure New-Yorker mother of atheist faith. Though the couple was often in conflict regarding certain rituals, they deemed it best that Jade would remain non-theist until she is old enough to decide of her own beliefs. From the get go Jade was blessed with an open family who identified as a progressive type of people. As such she never suffered any social tensions in her household and was free to express herself as long as it remained in acceptable boundaries. However her parents would often have trouble punishing her for her wrongdoings because of such a relaxed grasp on her behavior. Luckily for them, when she was a little child Jade was never to type to get into big trouble nor cause chaos in family life through violence or unnerving reactions to discipline in other activities. She was pretty much the normal girl with her own group of friends and her own accepted place in the classroom during her young childhood.
This all changed when she hit puberty, at 12 years old. As she entered her pre-teen phase, her friends didn't miss out on the crazy metamorphosis puberty could bring, both physically and mentally. All her female friends (she only had female friends at that age) started to have breasts, some larger than others, while others had them early and they kept growing. Some had acne, some looked very beautiful, some had weird braces and some even had weight problems. Jade stayed skinny, very skinny, despite having a normal diet and no psychological or hormonal abnormalities. She also had a complete absence of breasts, or almost. She was flat chested, which was the only real complex she had about herself as her height wasn't too bad, not too tall nor ridiculously short nor did she have acne (the forehead took a toll near 14 years old but it ran by fast). This insecurity made her uncomfortable when it came to taking the initiative with her group of friends - she was more of a follower than a leader.
As she grew older, she became more and more prone to influence and eventually discovered the never ending wonders of the social medias. Like all her friends, she had a phone, facebook, Twitter, snapchat and so on. It wasn't that she liked them, her friends here doing it and thus it was cool. Near the age of 16 she becomes one of those attention wanting girls posting a picture of herself every day and expression how much she dislikes her appearance (often referring to her chest) while never expressing such things in real life. She was told that it was alright to express herself but at the same time it was bad when people did it, which she swallowed in such a way that, like her typical teenage friends, she'd often make fun of other teens her age on facebook who would do as she did but wasn't in her particular circle of friends. She would then go on about how bullying is bad and how sad life can be outside of America. Many believe she is a hypocrite, she is one, but sad reality is that she's simply brainwashed by all those surrounding her. She firmly believes that one should have their own thoughts and opinions, but her's are ironically all rehashed from what people she considers positively say.
As she reached adulthood, she turned into more of a troll than a drama seeker, both online and in reality. She'd often mock others rather violently with friends and then feel as if she accomplished something. Another thing worth pointing out is her view on beauty. She was so disturbed of her flat chest (which remained flat) that she forced herself to believe she is beautiful despite have a true psychological pathology because of them and that anything she finds ugly deserves a certain level of mockery to get her approval. In reality she doesn't understand what she is doing and remains as a typical teenage girl thinking she's an adult because she is 18 and acts as if she knows better than another.
She's hitting business school near San Francisco however her program starts near the end of September rather than currently, justifying her lack of productivity the past few days.
Differences: She has a severe dislike for what she considers ugly, and people turning to Pokemon are ugly to her, making her a "racist" at the start.This also makes her use her illusion ability to keep herself appear as a human. Her species make her focus a lot on Panic and Fear.
Her Spiritomb's malleable form allows her body to use the illusion ability as it takes the shape of what she desires.
Other Info: She's an annoying teen who needs to get her senses knocked into her.
Man September is slowwwwwwww.
What a piece of shit trip that was.
That sentence could summarize my thoughts on my late night trip from Paris to San Francisco. I had taken one of those low cost, complete rip off flights to the States in order to settle some deals my employers were keen on having done pronto. I had to pay for the trips and the hotel stays, but I knew my pays would cover all that and leave me VERY satisfied. Though it could only be of consolation for all the risks I'm taking for these obese assholes I'm working for and who would never lift their elephantine posteriors to get anything done. But they had money, and power which were enough to motivate me. After all, I wanted this, I wanted to live off such shady workings so I could avoid being one of those limp-dick workers in the corrupt French system. I would gladly work as an honest man considering my education, but the fact is unemployed and illegal people such as myself get more by officially doing nothing than the workers.
Malwayne Coast... That was the real name of city I was affiliated to to execute this deal but honestly I found it to be bullshit to call it anything else than San Francisco. I don't even know why this part is called like that other than maybe its because of this huge company he keeps hearing about when money was the topic of discussion with the higher ups. Well whatever, I quickly picked up my luggage in the next room upon exiting the terminal I unloaded on. Luckily for me I could reserve one of those Hilton hotels that were directly connected to this international airport, saving me some time. Plus it was nearing 2 am already, making me ever more tired and the jet lag was atrocious. It would be practically noon in France and I hadn't slept for a good 36 hours due to my inability to sleep in such crafts. Plus Travelling such a distance is taxing. As I picked up my room card at the desk, I took the nearest elevator where I would deny one of the employs when they offered me to carry my luggage with one of those fancy metal contraptions. I reached the third floor and headed out to room 319. I inserted the card in the lock pad, only to have it spit the object back out with a green light flashing next to the dispenser. It was confirming the door was open. As I entered I could see my employers had taken the time to leave the goods on my hotel bed, there was a large sports bag on the center of the well dressed bed. I didn't bother to check what was inside for I needed some rest. Purging myself from any piece of clothes on my upper body and leaving all containers on the floor, I dropped like a fly on my newly found bed, only to drift to sleep.
7:30 am. Though I didn't set the alarm clock in my tidy hotel room, I was supposed to wake up at 8 am so I could have plenty of time to get things ready for the deal. But this bed wasn't my bed, thus sleeping on it would only be so good when exhausted. Otherwise it would take some serious getting used to to sleep correctly on it. Nonetheless that probably saved me a lot of problems. Well at least I had time to look even more dandy than the average, shady Joe. Stripping down from the remainder of my clothes, I hopped in the bathroom so I could take one of those long, hot showers with brand new soaps I could use to dispose of all the stink I accumulated with the trip. The aromas were great, as they offered quite a level of quality in this hotel. Nonetheless I didn't spend more than 15 minutes in there, wrapping a towel around my bottom part so I could walk out of the room in a legitimacy. But before I had to shave myself, again. My facial hair was always sporadic in certain periods, or rather seasons. Sometimes it would grow normally, but quite often it would go wild like an anemic woman with menstruation problems. I shaved everything except for my mustache as I kept that growing for a long while now. Don't as why, I just like having one of those big staches.
As I finally emerged from the steaming room, I had grabbed the remote control over the tv that was facing the bed I had slept on and turned it on to the weather channel. Not that I cared about the weather but things felt more alive with another voice in the place. As I dried up and started to check the good in the sports bad, an emergency warning had cut off all the sound from the TV, leaving only an Amber Alert sign. A female voice would then dictate the scroll at the bottom of the screen. A child under the name of McDouglas had went missing, his picture was also included as well as details on how he was kidnapped. I didn't really pay much attention afterward, as I would only really need to know what the kid appears like to take possible action. Nonetheless, it made me think of my family, notably my younger sister. Yes she's an adult now but... I would murder anyone who would hurt her or anyone in my family. Man, woman, child, all of them would be threats to what I hold dear. And I'm not kidding myself, I know what I am capable of, and it is all thanks to this rotten world I'm leeching off of and promoting through such deals.
There was guns and ammo mostly in that bag. Light guns made by one of my employer's "companies". The Chinese gangs or political officials, whatever, were interested in these and meeting near the Skyscrapers would make things appear official and... Harmless. The more witnesses around, the less likely there would be violent conflicts. There was this one weapon, a compact rocket launcher with a very light rocket attached to it. Such a disgusting weapon that leaves no chance to those it targets and all those around, whether they are threats or just civilians passing by. It was repulsive, but the money was just too good. I put my jeans on, a blue T-shit and a green jacket and of course I wouldn't forget my sunglasses. Oh, and I the most important: The handgun behind the belt on my back. We never know what might go wrong and I'd rather not get my shit wrecked if shit hits the fan. As i walked out of the hotel, I signaled a nearby taxi to take me to the Business District. I made myself comfortable, placing the sports bag in the car's trunk before entering the car and giving the address to the driver. From here on out, I'd just imagine every scenario possible if the deal wouldn't go right. Though this was only to demonstrate samples of what my employers were offering and not some huge transaction, limiting the possibility of reprisal regarding financial bullshit.
That sentence could summarize my thoughts on my late night trip from Paris to San Francisco. I had taken one of those low cost, complete rip off flights to the States in order to settle some deals my employers were keen on having done pronto. I had to pay for the trips and the hotel stays, but I knew my pays would cover all that and leave me VERY satisfied. Though it could only be of consolation for all the risks I'm taking for these obese assholes I'm working for and who would never lift their elephantine posteriors to get anything done. But they had money, and power which were enough to motivate me. After all, I wanted this, I wanted to live off such shady workings so I could avoid being one of those limp-dick workers in the corrupt French system. I would gladly work as an honest man considering my education, but the fact is unemployed and illegal people such as myself get more by officially doing nothing than the workers.
Malwayne Coast... That was the real name of city I was affiliated to to execute this deal but honestly I found it to be bullshit to call it anything else than San Francisco. I don't even know why this part is called like that other than maybe its because of this huge company he keeps hearing about when money was the topic of discussion with the higher ups. Well whatever, I quickly picked up my luggage in the next room upon exiting the terminal I unloaded on. Luckily for me I could reserve one of those Hilton hotels that were directly connected to this international airport, saving me some time. Plus it was nearing 2 am already, making me ever more tired and the jet lag was atrocious. It would be practically noon in France and I hadn't slept for a good 36 hours due to my inability to sleep in such crafts. Plus Travelling such a distance is taxing. As I picked up my room card at the desk, I took the nearest elevator where I would deny one of the employs when they offered me to carry my luggage with one of those fancy metal contraptions. I reached the third floor and headed out to room 319. I inserted the card in the lock pad, only to have it spit the object back out with a green light flashing next to the dispenser. It was confirming the door was open. As I entered I could see my employers had taken the time to leave the goods on my hotel bed, there was a large sports bag on the center of the well dressed bed. I didn't bother to check what was inside for I needed some rest. Purging myself from any piece of clothes on my upper body and leaving all containers on the floor, I dropped like a fly on my newly found bed, only to drift to sleep.
7:30 am. Though I didn't set the alarm clock in my tidy hotel room, I was supposed to wake up at 8 am so I could have plenty of time to get things ready for the deal. But this bed wasn't my bed, thus sleeping on it would only be so good when exhausted. Otherwise it would take some serious getting used to to sleep correctly on it. Nonetheless that probably saved me a lot of problems. Well at least I had time to look even more dandy than the average, shady Joe. Stripping down from the remainder of my clothes, I hopped in the bathroom so I could take one of those long, hot showers with brand new soaps I could use to dispose of all the stink I accumulated with the trip. The aromas were great, as they offered quite a level of quality in this hotel. Nonetheless I didn't spend more than 15 minutes in there, wrapping a towel around my bottom part so I could walk out of the room in a legitimacy. But before I had to shave myself, again. My facial hair was always sporadic in certain periods, or rather seasons. Sometimes it would grow normally, but quite often it would go wild like an anemic woman with menstruation problems. I shaved everything except for my mustache as I kept that growing for a long while now. Don't as why, I just like having one of those big staches.
As I finally emerged from the steaming room, I had grabbed the remote control over the tv that was facing the bed I had slept on and turned it on to the weather channel. Not that I cared about the weather but things felt more alive with another voice in the place. As I dried up and started to check the good in the sports bad, an emergency warning had cut off all the sound from the TV, leaving only an Amber Alert sign. A female voice would then dictate the scroll at the bottom of the screen. A child under the name of McDouglas had went missing, his picture was also included as well as details on how he was kidnapped. I didn't really pay much attention afterward, as I would only really need to know what the kid appears like to take possible action. Nonetheless, it made me think of my family, notably my younger sister. Yes she's an adult now but... I would murder anyone who would hurt her or anyone in my family. Man, woman, child, all of them would be threats to what I hold dear. And I'm not kidding myself, I know what I am capable of, and it is all thanks to this rotten world I'm leeching off of and promoting through such deals.
There was guns and ammo mostly in that bag. Light guns made by one of my employer's "companies". The Chinese gangs or political officials, whatever, were interested in these and meeting near the Skyscrapers would make things appear official and... Harmless. The more witnesses around, the less likely there would be violent conflicts. There was this one weapon, a compact rocket launcher with a very light rocket attached to it. Such a disgusting weapon that leaves no chance to those it targets and all those around, whether they are threats or just civilians passing by. It was repulsive, but the money was just too good. I put my jeans on, a blue T-shit and a green jacket and of course I wouldn't forget my sunglasses. Oh, and I the most important: The handgun behind the belt on my back. We never know what might go wrong and I'd rather not get my shit wrecked if shit hits the fan. As i walked out of the hotel, I signaled a nearby taxi to take me to the Business District. I made myself comfortable, placing the sports bag in the car's trunk before entering the car and giving the address to the driver. From here on out, I'd just imagine every scenario possible if the deal wouldn't go right. Though this was only to demonstrate samples of what my employers were offering and not some huge transaction, limiting the possibility of reprisal regarding financial bullshit.
Ignore this, connection fucked me over.
Name: Freddy Girault
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Cinccino
Type: Normal
Appearance: When it comes to size Freddy is like any normal Cinccino, slightly larger than any chinchilla in the nature, however the difference he has from the traditional Chinchilla Pokemon would be its fur. Though grey, it is twice as massive in a whole, making him appear much large than he is. The fur itself is actually lighter than the usual, straight type, thus allowing more fluid movements in tight spots but also making it harder to move in open air due to his weight being easily beaten by powerful air currents. The other trait many could take note of is the fur on his tails and the strands on its head and neck as they are of a light brown instead of white as snow.
Level: 15
Ability: Skill Link
Moves: -Pound
-Baby-doll eyes
-Encore
-Tail Slap
Biography: Born in France, down at the city of Montpellier in a family of already one older boy, Freddy always considered himself lucky of having a family that was implicated in his life. Everything was great, even though an annoying younger sister came along making him the not-so-pleasing middle child. But at the age of 8 years old, his father had trouble with his job and eventually had to have his family move over in a nearby city, Marseille. Said to be a beautiful city known worldwide for its scenery and old customs regarding its port. But in France it was mostly known for harboring many immigrants and thus being a huge nest of social tensions and young delinquents. When turning 10, he was introduced to the little kids of the neighborhood. It didn't take long for him to root himself in a group he sympathized with the most. Though harmless at first glance, like many kids on the streets in such a city, trouble making was inevitable.
It started with pranks, and then when nearing strong teenage crisis, the boys of the group always wanted to appear interesting and the best, pushing them to perform stupid acts that could have disconcerting consequences. It started with intimating other people of their same age group on the streets and getting in pointless fists fights. Later it turned into mugging adults for a bit of money, though they kept some conduct by not attacking women and younger kids. Freddy had detached himself from education and the school system in general and focused more on his friends, along with their antics, and his family (mostly his siblings). Freddy had become a typical little shit in the street causing a mess when he and his friends were bored or got drunk. But his parents were thankful he was just sticking to benign things.
Everything fell over when a certain friend of his told him how he could get an easy buck for a simple task. And thus started his drug dealing adventures in the world of vice and gangs within Marseille. Luckily for him this only lasted for a year until his family once again moved, this time to Paris. This combined with a following traumatizing event had sealed the deal (although only temporarily). His muslim friend, Hakim, who was one of the first in his childhood group had died near the end of the Algerian civil war in 2001. He was born in Algeria and felt responsible in the rising of his people, hoping he could help his people, he died there. Freddy was nearing adulthood and such a choc coupled with a change of air knocked some sense into him. He promised to his mom he would study to become an engineer, despite his rough school years being filled with disappointing grades. Nonetheless the free education in France and his ability to convince allowed him to join a satisfying school where he studied until he got a master's degree four years later. He was an engineer and could work normally and win a good life.
But something was lacking. He felt underpaid despite his good job. It was only then that he realized how dumped he was by this society that he dropped everything. He had seen one of his good for nothing friends from his childhood, riding a sports car and an attractive woman with him. He wasn't intelligent nor interesting, yet he looked rich. An idiot like that could be so damn rich at such a young age. He worked his ass off every day to get things done and illegal assholes made thousands a day and unemployed parasites took advantage of the socialist-like system in France to get a huge amount of money every month for doing NOTHING. It infuriated Freddy, he would had a certain level of knowledge and intelligence would not use it to be great like that. Using the vast array of connections in the engineer department, he managed to link himself to shady individuals handling import/export systems. It was easy for him to use a little charisma and get a small job to start with. Such a shitty job got him more money than he did as an engineer and he rose up in ranks faster than he ever did with a good and honest job. Such a system made him completely cynical and opportunist, having risen at such a level that he was brought to the situation of killing a man more than once. Having only killed at the state of an adult allowed him to never really used to it, however. He is glad he feels remorse for his actions as he firmly believes he isn't a sociopath.
He is currently in America simply due to his position in the ranks of the diverse systems of Mafia running through francophone countries and organizations. He was also sent there due to his high level in the english language, which he gained thanks to his devotion to his education. At the time of the current events, he would most likely be handling a deal which would lead him to the events in the RP.
Differences: He is able to manipulate both his tail and both fur strands on his head to hold certain objects, more notably guns due to his experience with them. They can be considered as extra members, or very capable appendages.
Other Info: He has a very powerful bullshit detector due to his lack of ability to trust people, all this thanks to his lifestyle. His charisma also allow him to often have the upper hand in arguments and basic interactions in general. His Cinccino form coupled with his short temper would make him appear like some stereotypical Napoleon representation. He speaks fluent French (I do as well, so I'll be referencing the language accurately).
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Cinccino
Type: Normal
Appearance: When it comes to size Freddy is like any normal Cinccino, slightly larger than any chinchilla in the nature, however the difference he has from the traditional Chinchilla Pokemon would be its fur. Though grey, it is twice as massive in a whole, making him appear much large than he is. The fur itself is actually lighter than the usual, straight type, thus allowing more fluid movements in tight spots but also making it harder to move in open air due to his weight being easily beaten by powerful air currents. The other trait many could take note of is the fur on his tails and the strands on its head and neck as they are of a light brown instead of white as snow.
Level: 15
Ability: Skill Link
Moves: -Pound
-Baby-doll eyes
-Encore
-Tail Slap
Biography: Born in France, down at the city of Montpellier in a family of already one older boy, Freddy always considered himself lucky of having a family that was implicated in his life. Everything was great, even though an annoying younger sister came along making him the not-so-pleasing middle child. But at the age of 8 years old, his father had trouble with his job and eventually had to have his family move over in a nearby city, Marseille. Said to be a beautiful city known worldwide for its scenery and old customs regarding its port. But in France it was mostly known for harboring many immigrants and thus being a huge nest of social tensions and young delinquents. When turning 10, he was introduced to the little kids of the neighborhood. It didn't take long for him to root himself in a group he sympathized with the most. Though harmless at first glance, like many kids on the streets in such a city, trouble making was inevitable.
It started with pranks, and then when nearing strong teenage crisis, the boys of the group always wanted to appear interesting and the best, pushing them to perform stupid acts that could have disconcerting consequences. It started with intimating other people of their same age group on the streets and getting in pointless fists fights. Later it turned into mugging adults for a bit of money, though they kept some conduct by not attacking women and younger kids. Freddy had detached himself from education and the school system in general and focused more on his friends, along with their antics, and his family (mostly his siblings). Freddy had become a typical little shit in the street causing a mess when he and his friends were bored or got drunk. But his parents were thankful he was just sticking to benign things.
Everything fell over when a certain friend of his told him how he could get an easy buck for a simple task. And thus started his drug dealing adventures in the world of vice and gangs within Marseille. Luckily for him this only lasted for a year until his family once again moved, this time to Paris. This combined with a following traumatizing event had sealed the deal (although only temporarily). His muslim friend, Hakim, who was one of the first in his childhood group had died near the end of the Algerian civil war in 2001. He was born in Algeria and felt responsible in the rising of his people, hoping he could help his people, he died there. Freddy was nearing adulthood and such a choc coupled with a change of air knocked some sense into him. He promised to his mom he would study to become an engineer, despite his rough school years being filled with disappointing grades. Nonetheless the free education in France and his ability to convince allowed him to join a satisfying school where he studied until he got a master's degree four years later. He was an engineer and could work normally and win a good life.
But something was lacking. He felt underpaid despite his good job. It was only then that he realized how dumped he was by this society that he dropped everything. He had seen one of his good for nothing friends from his childhood, riding a sports car and an attractive woman with him. He wasn't intelligent nor interesting, yet he looked rich. An idiot like that could be so damn rich at such a young age. He worked his ass off every day to get things done and illegal assholes made thousands a day and unemployed parasites took advantage of the socialist-like system in France to get a huge amount of money every month for doing NOTHING. It infuriated Freddy, he would had a certain level of knowledge and intelligence would not use it to be great like that. Using the vast array of connections in the engineer department, he managed to link himself to shady individuals handling import/export systems. It was easy for him to use a little charisma and get a small job to start with. Such a shitty job got him more money than he did as an engineer and he rose up in ranks faster than he ever did with a good and honest job. Such a system made him completely cynical and opportunist, having risen at such a level that he was brought to the situation of killing a man more than once. Having only killed at the state of an adult allowed him to never really used to it, however. He is glad he feels remorse for his actions as he firmly believes he isn't a sociopath.
He is currently in America simply due to his position in the ranks of the diverse systems of Mafia running through francophone countries and organizations. He was also sent there due to his high level in the english language, which he gained thanks to his devotion to his education. At the time of the current events, he would most likely be handling a deal which would lead him to the events in the RP.
Differences: He is able to manipulate both his tail and both fur strands on his head to hold certain objects, more notably guns due to his experience with them. They can be considered as extra members, or very capable appendages.
Other Info: He has a very powerful bullshit detector due to his lack of ability to trust people, all this thanks to his lifestyle. His charisma also allow him to often have the upper hand in arguments and basic interactions in general. His Cinccino form coupled with his short temper would make him appear like some stereotypical Napoleon representation. He speaks fluent French (I do as well, so I'll be referencing the language accurately).
Wormgod said
Mary Sue? No way. I have problems underplaying my characters. Phoebe just honestly thinks her way is the best, and will get quite the shock when her world-view is proven wrong.
She appears to be borderline sociopath. I find that fun.
Oh yeah I'm still joining this, making an application! I have two great ideas for characters, but I'll post one to start off. Let's go step by step.
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Lugia said
Unfortunately, he's got yet more exams to do...I really hope this doesn't take too long.
As I said, the ideal thing to do is open OOC. Even with future modifications and delays, having an OOC will attract more people and waiting about a week iin there ain't a big deal.
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