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Quick question, is the whole flaw = bonus skill in effect?
Los Angeles is good. I didn't really picture a specific city, just a futuristic cityscape.
I hope there is room for one more. I've only watched sessions, but never really participated so I've only a fair amount of knowledge about DnD.
I'll probably go with Beastmaster.
I'll probably go with Beastmaster.
Count me interested. I love a good mystery!
Hey-o, bud. :) I'm RC.
I'm on.
Roleplayer Guild SN: The RC Master
Character name: Andrew Riese
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Hometown: Camphrier Town, Kalos
Starter Pokémon: Snivy
Pic:
Description: Andrew stands at 5'7" and is pretty lanky. He has messy reddish-brown hair and blue eyes. He wears a pair of red glasses and almost always carries around a pair of red headphones. He dresses modestly with his main wardrobe mainly consists of faded T-shirts and jeans.
Personality: Andrew isn't exactly the most outgoing guy around. He's more at ease with Pokemon than with people, so he's pretty quiet unless he's with people he trusts. He's fairly relaxed and laidback, preferring to think through with something before acting on it. He can be a bit proud and stubborn, but he's always loyal to his friends.
Background History: Life was pretty peaceful for Andrew , albeit a little lonely. Both his parents worked long hours and would leave him alone in his house. Andrew took that time to explore outside town, focusing particularly in route 7. In his time there, he would find himself literally chasing after pokemon in the tall grass, talking with visiting artists, and even volunteering in the daycare centre. His time in the daycare started his love for taking care of Pokemon, but it was the Battle Chateu that sparked his interest in battling. He would sneak inside and watch nobles battle eachother, often dreaming of the day he would get his own pokemon and join the rich ranks.
Character name: Andrew Riese
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Hometown: Camphrier Town, Kalos
Starter Pokémon: Snivy
Pic:
Description: Andrew stands at 5'7" and is pretty lanky. He has messy reddish-brown hair and blue eyes. He wears a pair of red glasses and almost always carries around a pair of red headphones. He dresses modestly with his main wardrobe mainly consists of faded T-shirts and jeans.
Personality: Andrew isn't exactly the most outgoing guy around. He's more at ease with Pokemon than with people, so he's pretty quiet unless he's with people he trusts. He's fairly relaxed and laidback, preferring to think through with something before acting on it. He can be a bit proud and stubborn, but he's always loyal to his friends.
Background History: Life was pretty peaceful for Andrew , albeit a little lonely. Both his parents worked long hours and would leave him alone in his house. Andrew took that time to explore outside town, focusing particularly in route 7. In his time there, he would find himself literally chasing after pokemon in the tall grass, talking with visiting artists, and even volunteering in the daycare centre. His time in the daycare started his love for taking care of Pokemon, but it was the Battle Chateu that sparked his interest in battling. He would sneak inside and watch nobles battle eachother, often dreaming of the day he would get his own pokemon and join the rich ranks.
Count me in!
The barrel of the gun lay cool against the back of Trein's head, making the girl uncomfortable shift around. She just had to stay and listen. She could've just found a new hotel or maybe make a little shack, but no, she had just stayed around and get screwed over. Trein crossed her arms and gazed around. A few feet away, one of her captors was talking on a phone. Tid bits of the conversation floated towards her and she strained her ears to listen for more. Unfortunately, she could only catch the brief goodbye before her captor hung up and walked towards her.
"Good news: we won't kill you just yet. Bad news: our boss wants to see you." He smirked at the glaring Trein.
Trein spat at him. "Well tell your boss to kiss my a-"
"When's he getting her, Anton?" the man holding the gun quickly intervened. "I'm getting sick of watching this brat."
"It'll probably take a while..." Anton frowned.
The gunholder scowled. "I don't have time for this shit." He roughly grabbed Trein and started dragging her away. Anton followed despite looking a tad nervous. This wasn't going to end well.
The elevator was surprisingly stuffy, though it was probably from the two men pressed against Trein to ensure that she couldn't escape. The gun was still held up to her head, making it more of a nuisance than a danger at this point. Glares were exchanged between Trein and the gun holder, whose name she had earlier learned was Randall.
"I'm gonna be real fucking happy when the boss decides to kill you," Randall muttered as they reached the correct floor. Trein flashed him a certain finger before they stepped out into the office.
"Good news: we won't kill you just yet. Bad news: our boss wants to see you." He smirked at the glaring Trein.
Trein spat at him. "Well tell your boss to kiss my a-"
"When's he getting her, Anton?" the man holding the gun quickly intervened. "I'm getting sick of watching this brat."
"It'll probably take a while..." Anton frowned.
The gunholder scowled. "I don't have time for this shit." He roughly grabbed Trein and started dragging her away. Anton followed despite looking a tad nervous. This wasn't going to end well.
The elevator was surprisingly stuffy, though it was probably from the two men pressed against Trein to ensure that she couldn't escape. The gun was still held up to her head, making it more of a nuisance than a danger at this point. Glares were exchanged between Trein and the gun holder, whose name she had earlier learned was Randall.
"I'm gonna be real fucking happy when the boss decides to kill you," Randall muttered as they reached the correct floor. Trein flashed him a certain finger before they stepped out into the office.
I understand, Var. See ya. Now GO! GO WHERE THE WIND TAKES YOU!
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