The Irish Tree

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

Torie in a nutshell.

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

Torie looked at Luka in confusion as she started poking him with her staff. Then he realized he'd been drooling. His right eye twitched ever so slightly before he started to wipe it off on his sleeve, his ears starting to burn bright red. Once his chin was free of liquid, he cleared his throat, saying: "Well...of course I have. But never THAT much! And so what if it's just money? Money's the most important thing of life, so of course I'd be excited that I can make some! Can never have too much money these days..." After he gave his spile, Torie just crossed his arms and resumed waiting for a group decision.

Skullgirls: Parasite's Paradise

Jesus fucking fishtits, finally finished.
Birdpuns, and all that jazz.
And, LUGUBRIOUS!? WHY'RE YOU SHOWING UP EVERYWHERE FOR ME NOW?

Skullgirls: Parasite's Paradise

Name: Allan Crow

Gender: Male Gentleman

Age: 46

Race: Feral Crow

Birthday: January 19

Blood Type: A

Height: 7ft. 8 in.

Likes: Fine dining, Wine, Breadcrumbs, Corn, Fisticuffs, Classical Music

Dislikes: Filth, Criminals, Cacophonies, Scarecrows, Heavy Objects suspended in mid-air

Parasite/Living Weapon: “THESE FISTS ARE THE ONLY LIVING WEAPON I NEED!”

Appearance:

Personality: Allan is a rather eccentric man, most of the time being fairly good-natured and generous most of the time, showing kindness even to those who he doesn’t know. Despite his generosity, he does not tolerate people squandering anything, or defeatists.

Biography: Allan’s life before he took the center stage of the wrestling world is irrelevant, to him, his life began, and truly ended in the ring. That was where he became a man, where he found a friend, and where he lost his career.

A rising star in the works, Allan sought to become as great as legends such as Beowulf, and Von Gam, and was willing to undergo anything to do so. He was never alone, however, in the form of his biggest fan, and best fan Edgar, the son of a wealthy philanthropist in New Meridian who frequented the matches. In the two men who lived different lives, a deep friendship formed between them that went beyond Edgar cheering for him in the matches. The two became inseparable, and Allan only rose in popularity and strength, his performances in the ring serving to inspire impoverished ferals, who came from the same walk of life as him. Wordlessly, and honestly, he pursued being the strongest in the ring relentlessly, with the wind in his sails, and his best friend at his side.

But, alas, all good things must come to an end. After years of being friends, Allan had finally convinced Edgar that he ought to propose to the girl of his dreams, and, she said yes. With a smile on his face, Crow promised to Edgar the greatest gift he could offer; the championship belt, which, at the time, was held by the six year defending champion, Edgardo Von Malkovish. Crow had tried and failed many times to decrown the reigning champ, but every match ended with defeat, though in the more recent it had to end in a decision call. With a goal in his mind, Crow trained as hard as he thought possible, pushing himself well beyond the limits of what he ever thought himself to be capable of to fulfill his promise to his friend, and to accomplish his dream. The day before the bout, however, didn’t create a spark for the fanfare of victory. It only burnt the rope supporting Crow.

A normal routine drive for Edgar and Allan, nothing in particular was any different on that day, but then again, accidents do come out of nowhere. Faster than either could react, a support beam for a newly constructed building fell from a crane lifting it, and of all the rotten luck, the beam fell and crushed Edgar in his seat, leaving Allan feeling horrified at the death of the friend sitting beside him, and hopeless in being unable to save him. Depressed and uncaring, Crow lost the match pathetically, tapping out in the first round and leaving the ring forever, ashamed and frustrated.

Severe depression hit Crow like a rock, especially after he got word of Edgar’s fiancee taking her own life after news of her lover’s death reached her ears. Thoughts of ending his own life occurred to him as well, before a hand reached out to help him from an unlikely place. Edgar’s father, whom Crow had also been rather close to, was the one who kept a bullet from piercing Crow’s brain. Treating the feral as a friend, he offered to house Crow and, with no other place to go, Crow accepted. Several years went by for Crow and Edgar’s father, wherein they formed a close bond, the father mostly out of looking for something to love and support with his son missing from his life. Tragically, Edgar’s father passed on at the age of 72 from a terminal lung condition, and wrote in his final will that he left everything in a 71-29 split, 71% of his inheritance going directly to the causes he believed in, including medical sciences, automotive companies, children’s hospitals, and puppy orphanages. Without a friend in the world, and enough money to build an empire, Crow did just that, becoming one of the dominant stockholders in technological industries and construction companies in New Meridian. Despite his riches and new social standing, Crow still longs for the cheers of the crowd, and the thrill of the ring.

Blockbusters:

Level One Crowdemic: Allan calls down various local birds from the surrounding buildings, forcing them to converge on his opponent in a ball, biting them viciously.

Level One CANNOT CONTAIN!: Allan rips his suit to pieces, revealing his muscular torso. The sheer site of such musculature actually damages the opponent. Blinding Sparkles included.

Level Two Flying Crow-Bar: Allan flies towards his opponent and grabs their arm between his talons, twisting it and spinning them around three times before throwing them across the screen.

Level Three Nevermore...Again: Using his unfinished wrestling technique, Crow grabs his opponent in his talons and flies them up roughly 100 feet into the air, before dropping them. On the way down, he unleashes a flurry of quick jabs, as well as pecks before he slams them into the ground, slowly walking out of the massive crater created.

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

I like where this is going~

@Constantine

It's going first places.

Also in someone's ass if the IC doesn't move.
Mostly the latter, probably.

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

Looks like I need to stimulate the thread...

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

Have you tried beating it senseless with caffeine?

@Constantine

Cigarettes are optional.

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

Torie simply remained silent as the man explained his job to them in detail. "Thank god...nobody has to know I can't read." he thought to himself as he crossed his arms over his chest. Then the reality of what the man had just said hit him. They were going to find keys...to summon dragons. Scratching his left shoulder, Torie started to wonder if the guy was even in his right mind, given that dragons were kind of...not around. At all. Then again he'd never seen one. For all he knew, maybe there were dragons on the moon...After that thought, he gave a rather suspicious glance to the skin, glaring at the nothing that was there.

Looking back over, Torie saw the sight that made him fully believe that he'd died and gone to moola heaven. That. Much. Many. In such a tight space. Just as the man turned to leave, a single tear dropped down Torie's face, which he quickly wiped off on his sleeve. Falling to his knees, he clasped his hands together and looked up to the sky, whispering: "Thank you God of Money..." just before he started drooling again. Torie took about a minute before he stopped drooling and got to his feet, looking at Iggy with a determined glint in his eyes. "We gonna do it? That's a LOT of money..."

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

...Tomorrow may or may not have arrived, depending on time zone.
Also, I don't really wanna post with Torie until shady guy says something.

Fairy Tail: Next Generation

Torie tapped his foot impatiently as they traveled along in the carriage, gripping his forearm as his greed and impatience started getting to him. It was a lot of money on the line, even if they were going to split it a lot of ways. In fact...he was pretty sure that each team member's pay was going to be more than double what Torie'd gotten in addition to Iggy's. Or maybe not. He never went to school. Or learned to count. Or spell. Or write his name. He just signed everything with the insignia on his helmet.

Shaking his head, Torie finally shoved the thoughts of literally swimming in a pile of money as they arrived. Sprinting out, Torie took a deep breath, finally resting his left leg solidly on the ground. Looking around, he started to wonder how an ordinary town was going to shell out that much money. A tightness formed in Torie's chest as he thought of his money pool disintegrating into ashes. Of course, he never knew. Looking back into the carriage, he asked Luka: "You uh...want me to get Iggy off you?"