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Male, 33 years old. (I'm even more dead than before.)

Likes (other than writing and roleplaying): I'm into all genres of music. I love to cook. I love the outdoors, and walking through the park near my house. (Yes, really.) I read a lot of thriller/mystery novels. And I usually watch seasonal anime. (Or cooking shows. Because Western Media provides even fewer things that are worth watching.)

But as for my many other neglected hobbies, I've played basically every sport. (Soccer and Bowling being my favorite of the bunch.) And I'm trying to play more video games. (Going through my never-ending Steam library.) Plus, I've dabbled in making electronic & metal music, and I used to play a number of instruments. (Guitar, French Horn, etc.)

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In THIS OR THAT 10 yrs ago Forum: Spam Forum
Pop-Punk because is unsure what bands even fall under the other genre.

A great relationship that crashes and burns after several months? Or a mediocre relationship that lasts several years?
I prefer fucking digimon frankly. They exist. *eye twitches*

Er...I mean No. <.<

Scat. (don't look it up if you don't know what it is. <.<)
Banned for Paganism.
@BlueSky44@Xan the G@Eklispe
S.S. Expedition.


He continued to just stood there, smiling wildly like his face was stuck that way. Staying there almost like a statue watching them anxiously as each took one of the stickers one at a time. However not a single one of them, actually did what he planned on doing, as a single drop of sweat came across his forehead. Also just realizing the other individual beside them, not entirely sure if they were a trainer or not. Dropping his arm when he realized his plan, which he spent the whole day planning, had already completely failed and clenching his fist. Clenching his teeth to the point they could shatter and glaring daggers at the three trainers, letting out a growl.

Quickly reaching in his pocket grabbing his pokeball and releasing an Arbok with a smirk as he points at the trainers, throwing down his top hat and stomping on it angrily. “Arbok, grab the pokemon and their pokeballs! You damn kids should listen better to your elders!” He stated even though underneath his top hat was a blonde mullet. “These stupid kids are rookies, they can't stop me!” He thought confidently inside his head.

Kristoff Wise


Letting out a long yawn, his arms crossed behind the back of his head. While casually strolling about with a Cyndaquil's head poking out from underneath his shirt. For the past thirty minutes he'd had been wandering aimlessly throughout the ship being rather bored. Suddenly, he observed someone throwing down his pokemon, an Arbok, yelling at the trainers and commanding them to take their pokemon. He and his Cyndaquil shot each other a glance as Kristoff immediately took action. “Use ember on his tail, and stop the trainer.” He commanded as the Cydnaquil burst flames out of his mouth singeing the Arbok's tail completely unaware of the pokemon coming it's way. The Arbox starts freaking out, as the tail is set on fire immediately slithering around like crazy. Simultaneously, the Cydnaquil used the ember on the man's beard as it quickly lit on fire. The man quickly rips off his fake beard in panic, however the flame had already spread to his shirt, starting to fail his arms and shouting embarrassingly high pitched. Kristoff had also rushed up to man and jumped up in the air and high kicked, exactly where the flame was, extinguishing it as the man face planted firmly into the ground, knocked out from the surprise attack. Able to land on his two feet seemingly effortlessly, taking the pokeball from while he was unconscious, and returning the still easily frightened Abrok back inside.

Turning his head and looking at the other three trainers with a look of concern. “Are you all okay?” He asked them as his Cyndaquil quickly ran over climbing up to his shoulders. “Quil!” The cyndaquil squeaked cheerfully also looking at the group of trainers.


Name: The Outsiders
Team Colors: Wears Dark Green.
Objective: To make a paycheck by stealing pokemon, and or conning trainers/people out of their money.
Capability: They are very unlucky, and often failing at everything they do. But in battles they are quite talented, making it unlikely that the inexperienced have a chance to defeat them and even skilled trainers often have trouble. Their biggest enemy is often themselves.
Special: Often petty criminals that got rejected from other crime organizations due to their constant missteps. They actually may even try to stop and get in the way of other criminals, because they believe that they are the best group, and totally aren't envious of the other groups being taken more seriously.












@Whimsley Understandable. I have a plan and working on it as we speak. ^3^
@Whimsley Well, I was waiting for the other two to post before properly acting. Even if one of them acted, it at least be the majority and I'd feel more comfortable jumping on it...

Seems like Holly is ignoring the character. If I were to respond now, it would be rather short, either 'my guy waits for others to respond' or 'my guy gives up early and leaves.'

But sure, I can reply today.
@Crayt Well considering what music most of those bands make NOW. You can tell the difference between radio rock back then vs now for certain. XD

I still sort of have a bias toward preferring lyrics in songs/music, though I have listened to more instrumental tracks than I used to. :P
Ale
Can't resist posting music, that was certainly interesting...(i enjoyed it, though the lyrics basically sounded like a shitload of sexual innuendos.) :P



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