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Shadow, take your time if you need to post, we aren't dying anytime soon, so there's no need to rush, I only post if and when i'm feeling able, having a personality that can be described as a double-sided coin fucked inside a crashing rollercoaster, my mood shoots around quickly, so sometimes my mood is... pissy, so I can't post, but i'l come back, you know?

edit: When kota ignores the huge dinosaur thing talking behind him:

XD
Alucard, along with Steve and Sly proceeded through the jungle, and as they left, Sly could see a faint light blue aura fill Alucard, but before he could question it, Alucard spoke up, to relief the raccoon on what the aura was.

"That entity, once killed, left its soul, its lifeforce behind, I absorbed it, to increase my strength and make me stronger, it's name is apparently called "Creeper". An odd terminology for such a fiend... But let us not worry about that, who are the other entities we have yet to meet?"

While they continued to traverse the forest together, Alucard slowed his steps, feeing the presence of more monsters, fiends, zombies by the scent of them but different, more like a parasitic organism than a zombie, or rather a mix of them both.

"More fiends... Be wary...I also sense less malevolent scents mixed within, your allies may be under assault..."

Alucard nodded whilst he raised his head up slightly, as to say "go and help your comrades" while Alucard ran on ahead, shield and sword at the ready, his cape elegantly flourishing behind him to help Pac-man and Vector, as the two noticed Alucard rushing toward them in order to be of assistance, gripping a holy bible from under his cloak, he threw it toward one of the las plagas, and as it connected, it exploded into a vat of holy light, completely toasting a group of the Plagas.

"Entities, we have come to your aid!"
<Snipped quote by GreenGoat>

I was thinking about shipping them both. Tank woman and chubby dorky man wizard.

Reverse Bridal Carry FTW.


While Johnathan is in the background like:
you@ammokkx right now
Name:

Johnathan McKenna

Age:

19

Sex:

Male

Appearance:

Standing at six feet and two inches tall, Johnathan is physically chubby in appearance, a caucasian male having a set of long incredibly dark brown hair that reaches half way down his back, however tied near the head into a ponytail, the hair is swept back neatly as a result, he also possesses a soul patch beard upon his chin. Despite his age, his facial features are reminiscent of that of a 15 year old, with less serious, innocent light blue eyes. His outfit consists of a long sleeve pure black cotton shirt, a brown belt tied around his waist, a pair of dark jeans and a pair of black high-rock punk boots. A fake silver necklace is also adorned by him, a pendent attached.

Personality:

Johnathan is both a realist and a pessimist, years of torment and suffering have caused him to become ferociously independent, craving the desire of safety, craving the desire to be loved, he is affectionate, loving and selfless, seeing himself as nothing but a worthless maggot, a pest and a piece of dirt, he would gladly give his life for someone else, despite him greatly fearing the thought of dying. Despite his selfless attitude, Johnathan can be a control freak and rather demanding, fearful of being forgotten, fearful of being left behind, Johnathan tries for force scenarios to go a certain way, to aid him at times, unknowingly by himself, Johnathan deep down is a coward, and weak, and possesses a mass amount of self-loathing, a trait which has been brought upon him from his horrible life thus far.

Background:

Johnathan grew up in Belfast ireland, along the antrim region, a happy and optimistic young lad, with minor autism, however due to this minor setback, others would treat him differently, as he grew up, he found out that, he had no talent, no skills, no reason to exist, to top it off, as he grew up, the friends who he met over the course of 19 years merely abused their relationship with him, one raped him out of mere pleasure, despite the boy not desiring any sexual intercourse with his friend, and was abused horrifically and assaulted during coitus, with his "friend" getting off scot free with the crime. He had another friend during his life, who was an abusive drug addicted asshole, who beat and assaulted Johnathan for fun, bullied him into he cried and kicked him around as if he were nothing more than a toy. Another friend simply used him for entertainment, didn't see a human who was weeping and crying, just a broken toy who wouldn't entertain his narcissistic desires, and finally, the last friend Johnathan ever had stomped over his life and crushed the joy within, the only one he could call his best friend merely pitied him, and didn't care about what he felt or the struggles he has experienced, he didn't even care, and turned his back on the weeping depressed male, punishing him to a life of loneliness..

Johnathan has a single father, his mother died of suffocation when Johnathan was merely 13, The emotional shock came to Johnathan as he slept beside her the very night she passed away, forced to stare into her cold lifeless eyes as he woke up, traumatising him with his mothers death.

From watching people die, to being stabbed, to being shot to being mugged, to being abused, tortured and tormented, Johnathan became weak, dependent and pitiful, he was worthless and deserved death in his own eyes, and as he grew up, he simply was alone, playing videogames, doing homework, trying to pass his A-level to get into a good college, not that it mattered, he was going to die painfully one way or another. It was one night, as Johnathan woke up the next working, scissors in his hand, contemplating his thoughts when he was transported to this peculier and strange realm... What awaited him was anyones guess... Maybe he could become... useful.

Powers:

Johnathan is a talentless entity, he has no skills, and no positives, what kind of power could he be given if he is talentless in all fields? Like in the world of humans, atleast for now, Johnathan in this world is nothing but a skilless loser, not surprising, his pessimistic and lack of power completely crushes his enthusiasm, it makes sense he'd be totally worthless here to.

Personal Motive:

He wants to be loved, he wants to feel safe, to feel comfort, to be free of pain, free of anxiety, free of suffering, but alive, he wants to live in a perfect world, where everyone can be joyful, be happy and be happy for johnathan, is it so much to ask for a boy who has gone through nothing but endless hardship and horrible torture to be given such a life? Would it be such a bad thing? To grant eternal happiness to both worlds?

Mementos:

Johnathan has no mementos, nothing he keeps on his person can remind him of any good event, everything he once had belonging to his own friends were personally burned by himself, he wasn't going to let their possessions poison his mind like that, and so, Johnathan lacks mementos
Wouldn't it be more amazing for someone powerless to accomplish something in a world where he is at a total disadvantage? and hey, who knows, perhaps he gains a power later on in the rp?

XD

also @Ammokkx Are you referring to my character? XD
Kota is a bystander I believe.
Name:

Johnathan McKenna

Age:

19

Sex:

Male

Appearance:

Standing at six feet and two inches tall, Johnathan is physically chubby in appearance, a caucasian male having a set of long incredibly dark brown hair that reaches half way down his back, however tied near the head into a ponytail, the hair is swept back neatly as a result, he also possesses a soul patch beard upon his chin. Despite his age, his facial features are reminiscent of that of a 15 year old, with less serious, innocent light blue eyes. His outfit consists of a long sleeve pure black cotton shirt, a brown belt tied around his waist, a pair of dark jeans and a pair of black high-rock punk boots. A fake silver necklace is also adorned by him, a pendent attached.

Personality:

Johnathan is both a realist and a pessimist, years of torment and suffering have caused him to become ferociously independent, craving the desire of safety, craving the desire to be loved, he is affectionate, loving and selfless, seeing himself as nothing but a worthless maggot, a pest and a piece of dirt, he would gladly give his life for someone else, despite him greatly fearing the thought of dying. Despite his selfless attitude, Johnathan can be a control freak and rather demanding, fearful of being forgotten, fearful of being left behind, Johnathan tries for force scenarios to go a certain way, to aid him at times, unknowingly by himself, Johnathan deep down is a coward, and weak, and possesses a mass amount of self-loathing, a trait which has been brought upon him from his horrible life thus far.

Background:

Johnathan grew up in Belfast ireland, along the antrim region, a happy and optimistic young lad, with minor autism, however due to this minor setback, others would treat him differently, as he grew up, he found out that, he had no talent, no skills, no reason to exist, to top it off, as he grew up, the friends who he met over the course of 19 years merely abused their relationship with him, one raped him out of mere pleasure, despite the boy not desiring any sexual intercourse with his friend, and was abused horrifically and assaulted during coitus, with his "friend" getting off scot free with the crime. He had another friend during his life, who was an abusive drug addicted asshole, who beat and assaulted Johnathan for fun, bullied him into he cried and kicked him around as if he were nothing more than a toy. Another friend simply used him for entertainment, didn't see a human who was weeping and crying, just a broken toy who wouldn't entertain his narcissistic desires, and finally, the last friend Johnathan ever had stomped over his life and crushed the joy within, the only one he could call his best friend merely pitied him, and didn't care about what he felt or the struggles he has experienced, he didn't even care, and turned his back on the weeping depressed male, punishing him to a life of loneliness..

Johnathan has a single father, his mother died of suffocation when Johnathan was merely 13, The emotional shock came to Johnathan as he slept beside her the very night she passed away, forced to stare into her cold lifeless eyes as he woke up, traumatising him with his mothers death.

From watching people die, to being stabbed, to being shot to being mugged, to being abused, tortured and tormented, Johnathan became weak, dependent and pitiful, he was worthless and deserved death in his own eyes, and as he grew up, he simply was alone, playing videogames, doing homework, trying to pass his A-level to get into a good college, not that it mattered, he was going to die painfully one way or another. It was one night, as Johnathan woke up the next working, scissors in his hand, contemplating his thoughts when he was transported to this peculier and strange realm... What awaited him was anyones guess... Maybe he could become... useful.

Powers:

Johnathan is a talentless entity, he has no skills, and no positives, what kind of power could he be given if he is talentless in all fields? Like in the world of humans, atleast for now, Johnathan in this world is nothing but a skilless loser, not surprising, his pessimistic and lack of power completely crushes his enthusiasm, it makes sense he'd be totally worthless here to.

Personal Motive:

He wants to be loved, he wants to feel safe, to feel comfort, to be free of pain, free of anxiety, free of suffering, but alive, he wants to live in a perfect world, where everyone can be joyful, be happy and be happy for johnathan, is it so much to ask for a boy who has gone through nothing but endless hardship and horrible torture to be given such a life? Would it be such a bad thing? To grant eternal happiness to both worlds?

Mementos:

Johnathan has no mementos, nothing he keeps on his person can remind him of any good event, everything he once had belonging to his own friends were personally burned by himself, he wasn't going to let their possessions poison his mind like that, and so, Johnathan lacks mementos

<"Mr. Uptight?"> Alucard thought to himself. He was merely being cautious while keeping himself aware of the scenario, whilst this raccoon was being a naive, foolish individual, he was going to let his guard down one day or another, or rather, his guard has been let down already, as the sound of a hissing drew closer, Alucard was able to smell the scent of flesh and gunpowder, a peculiar mix, but it wouldn't have been the first time, the scent was of killing intent, indeed, that was no mistake. It was then Alucard spotted what appeared to be a blocky green creature, a grimacing expression set upon its face as it edged closer to the tail of the strange raccoon.

"Evade, Sly, your blindside is in range!"

Alucard couldn't wait for Sly to avoid it as he proceeded to bolt forward, quickly shooting past the thief in the process, his body evaporated into a plethora of after imagery with each step he made, as if time could not keep up with his movements, the dhampir had suddenly stood behind the raccoon, with quick reflexes Alucard swiped his shield outward, knocking the hissing creature away and rebounding it off the side of a tree, but not before Alucard flicked from his pocket a set of rebounding knives, using these as a bouncing tool, they quickly pierced into the back of the creature, sending it hurdling into the air. To finish off the entity, Alucard elegantly opened his cape with his left hand and held it outward, on doing so, from the depths of his cape, balls of fire errupted from within, homing on on the creeper monster, setting it aflame, causing the creature to explode midair, safely protecting the three heroes from its malevolent suicidal intentions.

With the threat eliminated, Alucard closed his cape, expression unchanged, his direction turned to his companions.

"Let us discuss someplace where we may get a small respite, this location is not the most preferable area to partake in talks..."
Letting the two talk among eachother, Alucard simply awaited for the right time to interject into their conversation, resting a hand on his chin, his cape like cloak gently moved as if wind was blowing upon it, however no such wind was blowing in his direction. Eventually he spoke up, after listening to the two talk, Alucard sheathed his sword.

"That appears to be the only answer we can give. If you know these lands, perhaps it would be best if you could help us? You don't seem the malevolent type, but I wont drop my guard... However it would be appriciative if you could help direct us to some shelter. The longer we sit here, more enemies could be crawling from the earth to hunt us down, a secure location would be most beneficial to us."

All Alucard could ponder was how odd these people were, the language above the bocky entities head spewing words rather than talking, the quick footed painting raccoon and the world around them consisting of blocky objects, it truly was an odd realm.

"Have you found anyone else yet? Any other entities not from this world? I fear our meeting was not one of chance... There could be evil afoot..."
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