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Styxx Acheron
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Haha, it's indeed Britain from Hetalia. Admittedly it's been forever since I watch it. I just like to use Hetalias if I want a sexy anime man to use as a picture for my character. Which is like 99% of the time.
Dude, same. Tho I usually go for France or Germany. Mmmm. ;)
@Dark Light
Lucca had gone back to his rather cheap apartment after he'd won the small fistfight, having had his share of getting into trouble. He didn't like to go looking for it, because it always went looking for him instead. And then he'd heard a strange noise, like a gun going off outside his apartment. He'd gone and opened the window to have a look, the famous feline curiosity of his cheetah side taking over. just as he was about to stick his head out, and object was launched at the window, and he reared back with an Irish curse, instinctive life saving reflexes coming into play.
There was a heavy thud as the object hit the ground and it proceeded to slide right into a nearby wall. The object-no, the girl lifted her head to look in the direction of the window with obviously unfocused vision, judging by the way her pupils were dilated.
"What the bloody feck?" Lucca swore. "Listen, gell," he pronounced girl with a hard G sound. "I dinnae ken who ye are or what ye're doin launchin' yourself at windows, but ye could have killed yourself with a stunt like that." When she didn't respond, still apparently dazed, he shook his head and went over to her to scoop her up and set her on the bed gently, then backed up. Blue eyes flashed into green with slit pupils, the trademark of his cat.
"No' tae mention ye would have injured me as well, and I can't afford an injury," he continued in an irritated voice. "No' until I've got a job and therefore money to feckin pay for said injury." He wasn't about to let her know of his advanced healing process.
She didn't look dangerous, but one could never be too careful, and looks could be very deceiving and deadly. On that train of reasoning, his nails sharpened, lengthening into razor sharp points. No way was Lucca gonna have his good deed turn into punishment.
Lucca had gone back to his rather cheap apartment after he'd won the small fistfight, having had his share of getting into trouble. He didn't like to go looking for it, because it always went looking for him instead. And then he'd heard a strange noise, like a gun going off outside his apartment. He'd gone and opened the window to have a look, the famous feline curiosity of his cheetah side taking over. just as he was about to stick his head out, and object was launched at the window, and he reared back with an Irish curse, instinctive life saving reflexes coming into play.
There was a heavy thud as the object hit the ground and it proceeded to slide right into a nearby wall. The object-no, the girl lifted her head to look in the direction of the window with obviously unfocused vision, judging by the way her pupils were dilated.
"What the bloody feck?" Lucca swore. "Listen, gell," he pronounced girl with a hard G sound. "I dinnae ken who ye are or what ye're doin launchin' yourself at windows, but ye could have killed yourself with a stunt like that." When she didn't respond, still apparently dazed, he shook his head and went over to her to scoop her up and set her on the bed gently, then backed up. Blue eyes flashed into green with slit pupils, the trademark of his cat.
"No' tae mention ye would have injured me as well, and I can't afford an injury," he continued in an irritated voice. "No' until I've got a job and therefore money to feckin pay for said injury." He wasn't about to let her know of his advanced healing process.
She didn't look dangerous, but one could never be too careful, and looks could be very deceiving and deadly. On that train of reasoning, his nails sharpened, lengthening into razor sharp points. No way was Lucca gonna have his good deed turn into punishment.
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I don't see the Gothic cheetah in human form anywhere. Nope, not updated.
Jk. Sort of. Relax, bro. Isall good
@Dark Light
Awesome
Awesome
Anyone feel like bumping into a cheetah in human form?
Lucca Valentine
Lucca pumped a fist as he played with his lip ring in victory. YES! He'd just won a combat tournament inside the VR Arcade, and he was feeling excited about it. But his excitement was short lived, however, when his opponent came out looking angry. The dude was tall, but he stood half a foot shorter than Lucca who was 6'6. The human male got in his face, and Lucca firmly pushed him out of it.
"What's your deal, mate?" Lucca demanded.
"You cheated, ya bastard!" said the other male angrily.
"I did no such thing, ye delusional horse's ass!" he snapped. "Ye're just jealous that I beat ye easily, ye twit!"
"Yeah, right," snorted the human. "Cause I'm that easy to beat."
"Actually, ye are," Lucca spat. "Ye couldn't win a fight with a feckin' butterfly, ye thick skulled pansy!"
"Them be fightin words, you Irish bastard!"
"Bring it, asswipe!"
The two began to fight, and while the human was good, he was no match for Lucca's speed. He resorted to trying to pull Lucca's lips ring out, but got a broken nose for his efforts. The cheetah shifter pinned the human and placed sharp, slightly pointed teeth at his throat. The human went limp, having realized his mistake. Lucca got off of him, but he helped the human up, though. They clapped one another on the back, and the other male apologized to Lucca, who dipped his head in acceptance. He had a black eye and a few bruises on his ribs, but his heightened healing process would heal them much more quickly than a human's. He took a deep breath, wincing when his ribs screamed in protest, and ran a hand through his black hair, playing with his lip ring with his teeth.
@Styxx Acheron Rightyo. Whereabouts is your character likely to be? We gotta start you off somewhere.
Ach, let me go look what the others have written in the IC.
2 Min later...
I'll Have Lucca get into a fight near the VR Arcade.
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Do I spy with my little eye a Pic of Arthur Kirkland as the pic for Narco?
Where's Alfred? He needs to call Arthur's eyebrows caterpillars again.
Do I spy with my little eye a Pic of Arthur Kirkland as the pic for Narco?
Where's Alfred? He needs to call Arthur's eyebrows caterpillars again.
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