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6 yrs ago

Current H

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7 yrs ago

A Silent Voice is great.

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7 yrs ago

Draw a Dragonfly Slug

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7 yrs ago

fabricant i don't know you that well but in between your waifu tastes and your calling out centrists i have come to respect you

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7 yrs ago

"By long tradition, the elder speaks first."

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[		"Four-Legged Frog"		]

[		"Eight-Legged Day"		]

[		"Twelve-Armed Wheel"		]

Here's a secret: Right now, this bio is acting as a planner for an RP I want to make.

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In The Helium Frightful → 8 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

Will have a post up later tonight, hopefully.

Edit: Got it up, sorry it's a bit lazy - brain is kinda mush right now.

In The Rhythm of the Night → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Real name's Denny Wallers.
68 years old.
Dropped out of Highschool. Took a job as a janitor, and studied music on the side.
Former Double Bassist for a Hardbop band by the name of Birdcalls. They celebrated his retirement by dedicating an album to him, letting him compose the whole thing. It's only popular among Jazz fanatics, but it's held with some acclaim.
Can no longer play Double Bass due to a combination of the Beat, and shaky fingers.
Pals started calling him Grits when he threw a bowl of Grits at someone who pissed him off. The name's stuck since then.
Taking Anger Management classes that aren't working too swell. Instead of physical outbursts, he gives verbal outbursts. Also has taken to late-night smackdowns as a means to relieve stress.
Frequently shifts the blame to forces other than himself.
Stubborn.
Prone to exaggeration.
Former alcoholic. Avoids drinking, but has trouble staying away from his old haunts. Orders water, instead.
Widower.
Soft spot for Mexican food. Especially fond of anything with guacamole.
Retired. Doesn't have a lot of money, but is able to make ends meet.
Has lunch at Al's Place every Thursday. It is a hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant which takes him an hour to walk to. Has an unspoken kinship with Al. They both know that words would only ruin their relationship.





5'11". 211 lbs.
Male.
Scar on the back of his hand. Has a scar on the right side of his neck.
Received a Liver transplant.
Type O+ Blood.
Shaky fingers.
Much healthier than the above information would suggest.
Brown eyes.




Lives in a cheap studio apartment. Very cluttered. Has made a fort out of boxes which he refuses to take down. There is no bed, so he sleeps on the recliner. Despite all of this, it is very homey.
Prized possession is a Kay Upright Double Bass 1941 M-1W Model. It is slightly out of tune by choice, but has not been played properly in a few months.
Keeps a Colt Detective Special tucked away in the back of his pants. The gun was obtained through shady means which Grits keeps to himself.
Old, faded olive green coat which has seen a ton of wear-and-tear. Clearly dear to him. In addition to this, he has a pair of white sunglasses which he politely takes off indoors.
Keeps all of his music-listening equipment in a box labeled "MUSIC LISTENIN'".




Hears the Beat as something close to what Ornstein may have composed. Underlying his particular interpretation of the Beat is a thread of violet-hued, confused anger.
Renders him unable to keep a beat that's anything other than the Beat. This irritates him to no end, as he wants to play something true to himself, but does not identify the Beat as something native to himself. His outlook on the Beat is akin to that of a parasite.
Blames all of his problems on the day he started to hear the Beat, regardless of how true it might be.
Beatrunner powers include a significantly reduced need for sleep, an extended lifespan, the ability to heal off all but the most serious of wounds in the matter of a couple of weeks, and increased sprinting speed which he claims allows him to charge someone with the force of a train (but he doesn't do it because it hurts the hell out of him).

In What Are You Listening To? → 8 yrs ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion

In The Rhythm of the Night → 8 yrs ago Forum: General Interest Checks

Real name's Denny Wallers.
68 years old.
Dropped out of Highschool. Took a job as a janitor, and studied music on the side.
Former Double Bassist for a Hardbop band by the name of Birdcalls. They celebrated his retirement by dedicating an album to him, letting him compose the whole thing. It's only popular among Jazz fanatics, but it's held with some acclaim.
Can no longer play Double Bass due to a combination of the Beat, and shaky fingers.
Pals started calling him Grits when he threw a bowl of Grits at someone who pissed him off. The name's stuck since then.
Taking Anger Management classes that aren't working too swell. Instead of physical outbursts, he gives verbal outbursts. Also has taken to late-night smackdowns as a means to relieve stress.
Frequently shifts the blame to forces other than himself.
Stubborn.
Prone to exaggeration.
Former alcoholic. Avoids drinking, but has trouble staying away from his old haunts. Orders water, instead.
Widower.
Soft spot for Mexican food. Especially fond of anything with guacamole.
Retired. Doesn't have a lot of money, but is able to make ends meet.
Has lunch at Al's Place every Thursday. It is a hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant which takes him an hour to walk to. Has an unspoken kinship with Al. They both know that words would only ruin their relationship.




5'11". 211 lbs.
Male.
Scar on the back of his hand. Has a scar on the right side of his neck.
Received a Liver transplant.
Type O+ Blood.
Shaky fingers.
Much healthier than the above information would suggest.
Brown eyes.



Lives in a cheap studio apartment. Very cluttered. Has made a fort out of boxes which he refuses to take down. There is no bed, so he sleeps on the recliner. Despite all of this, it is very homey.
Prized possession is a Kay Upright Double Bass 1941 M-1W Model. It is slightly out of tune by choice, but has not been played properly in a few months.
Keeps a Colt Detective Special tucked away in the back of his pants. The gun was obtained through shady means which Grits keeps to himself.
Old, faded olive green coat which has seen a ton of wear-and-tear. Clearly dear to him. In addition to this, he has a pair of white sunglasses which he politely takes off indoors.
Keeps all of his music-listening equipment in a box labeled "MUSIC LISTENIN'".



Hears the Beat as something close to what Ornstein may have composed. Underlying his particular interpretation of the Beat is a thread of violet-hued, confused anger.
Renders him unable to keep a beat that's anything other than the Beat. This irritates him to no end, as he wants to play something true to himself, but does not identify the Beat as something native to himself. His outlook on the Beat is akin to that of a parasite.
Blames all of his problems on the day he started to hear the Beat, regardless of how true it might be.
Beatrunner powers include a significantly reduced need for sleep, an extended lifespan, the ability to heal off all but the most serious of wounds in the matter of a couple of weeks, and increased sprinting speed which he claims allows him to charge someone with the force of a train (but he doesn't do it because it hurts the hell out of him).

In What Are You Listening To? → 8 yrs ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion

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