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After 10 long years, I am retiring. Thank you RPGuild and the friends made along the way
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Urban Creatures
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9 yrs ago
as a man who lives his life in service of the highest good but also loves his woman I wonder, how does god feel about blowjobs?
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thank you rpguild
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life is a most wonderful gift
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Bio
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I think I'm supposed to put things here for your entertainment
I've been roleplaying on and off for like 10 years ( im 24) I love writing, especially poetry and hip hop I am a sound healer, although we coined the term sound alchemist I play didjeridu , native american flute, chakapa & learning the charango, I like to RP healers and support classes, although im open to a lot of things. I don't like demons vampires n all beings of the parasitic nature, they are the enemy
yo also, could everyone posting the IC do some sort of timestamp? the day or the hour, so we can have an idea where everyone is at what time to coordinate our stories? thanks :)
Sloth the Dealer, Nov 1, 2017 - 9th Street in the Slums of No Name , approximately 9am
"and stay the fuck outta my sight, if I ever see you around here again I'll make sure you are pulled apart piece by piece you slimy piece of degenerate shit fuck!"
wide-eyed with fear the sunken face man ran off tripping over his own feet , struggling to keep his balance gasping for breath after being on the receiving end of a deafening stomp to his chest cavity that surly cracked a couple of ribs.
"junkie piece of shit tried to rob me, me?" laughing to himself, "obviously he didn't know who the fuck he was dealing with. prick's lucky I didn't stab em, cuz betty's been lonely.." he trailed off, thumbing the handle of a black blade tucked in his waistband.
when suddenly he erupted into a series of violent coughs that reverberated his entire being causing him to double over, bringing a dark cloth from his pocket he covered his masked mouth, attempting deep breaths through his nose to calm down. Finally he was able to bring his breathing to a steady rhythm, "fucking bullshit" he muttered in between now short controlled breaths. "lung bullshit"
*bzzzz* the pager adorning his waist vibrated, he looked down at the green retro screen of what was now considered ancient technology. the poorly illuminated device read "1 o clock lunch" in fading LED.
1 o clock lunch .. today we'd be going down to the docks to pay someone a much needed visit. I'll head over to the Market District and grab a newspaper while I wait. See what bullshit they've come up with today.
Sloth walked in the direction of the Market District, passing a line of drug addicts slumped together on the wall of a degrading building. Obviously burned out from the evening before.
"Ahh, I love the smell of the Slums in the morning" he said sarcastically turning his head to the left, letting out a sigh. "fucking pussies" he crumpled up a $10 euro note and threw it at the feet of the three bums."go get some food you fucking degenerates" they dropped to their knees and crawled towards the wad of cash, clawing at one another to get their hands on the paper treasure. Sloth rolled his eyes behind his mask and tilted his head back looking up at the bleak sky accented with it's perpetual red haze.
"How am I going to help fix this fucked up hell hole?"
He continued walking towards the market district. Relaxed but focused on the task at hand. Today was important.
"Corrupt Bitch." Sloth grumbled to himself flinging the newspaper on the ground next to the bench where he was sitting near the Market District newsstand. The headline read "Mayor Jess Declares No Name City's Upper District, the Safest Place on Earth" "Safest Place on Earth my ass, who the fuck comes up with this bullshit?" "If anyone belie- but right as he was getting into his audienceless rant his Sujo brother appeared in his peripheals and gave a signal.
Right, no bitchin', it was time. Standing up Sloth headed off in the direction of the Docks, someone was owed a visit.
Name - Sloth, the Dealer - goes by Sloth Age - 27 , 5'11 Hometown - born and raised in the Slums of No Name Occupation - dealer of all things desired Family - all blood deceased, however runs with a notorious underground gang, the Sujo Natives (the Filthy Natives) commonly referred to as the Sujo. Fortune - "I got a crib on the southside, but dont worry bout my money"
Strengths - quick and witty, has a seemingly endless amount of connections. good with a knife. knows the city inside and out Weaknesses - "I got some chronic lung shit so that's why I'm always layered up, cus' muhfuckas' nasty. and I don't trust you nasty muthafuckas" anything over a walk tires him out, but can walk for a very long time with no discomfort. Fear - "I fear these pussies gon' let these punk bitches come in and take over our city, but I ain't having that shit, fuck Major Jess"
Appearance -
Blacked out from head to toe. A thick black grey stripe runs the verticals of his matching tracksuit. Black gloves on each hand and a state of the art black mask that doubles as an air filtration system and privacy screen over the entire face. Hooded. Face cannot be seen at all, however due to the technology has no problem looking out. Looks like incredibly fine mesh.
Introduction -
"Corrupt Bitch." sloth grumbled to himself flinging the newspaper on the ground next to the bench where he was sitting near the Market District newsstand. The headline read "Mayor Jess Declares No Name City's Upper District, the Safest Place on Earth" "Safest Place on Earth my ass, who the fuck comes up with this bullshit?" "If anyone belie- but right as he was getting into his audienceless rant his Sujo brother appeared in his peripheals and gave a signal.
Right, no bitchin', it was time. Standing up Sloth headed off in the direction of the Docks, someone was owed a visit.
"People come to me for information, I'm a lot like your friendly neighborhood tour guide, but expect to die if you try to wrong me. That ain't no threat either, I know a lot of people who will make it happen, just don't fuck with me okay? That's rule number one when you deal with me. No funny shit, I don't like funny shit, don't try it, period. Why am I telling you this? Cause you need or want something and I'm the only muthafucka' who you can get it from. And if you ain't from around here, and I know who from 'round here, don't expect nothn' to come cheap; but I like money, and everything has its price. See I grew up in the Slums of No Name to a sick mother who wanted nothing more than to care for me but couldn't, and a deadbeat burnout fuck up who could care less if I was alive. But ay, fuck all that sentimental shit, if you need it I got it. Firearms, munitions, pagers, cellphones, but fuck those wiretapped shits; laptops, vehicles, fuck if you need heavy artillery or a tank I got that too. That's how I make my living around here, I'm Sloth, Sloth the Dealer and I don't shake hands, cus' fuck you nasty motherfuckers, but I'll take your money. Beyond all that shit, I got information, and if you want to survive around here you'll need that, so you come to me when you want something, and don't forget my money. The Board? Fuck the board, what the fuck is the board all you motherfuckers are always coming here looking for? You know how many of you limp dick pussies come here looking for that board and get killed? You're better off going the fuck back home, because this place ain't for you... but then again, everything has its price and shit ain't cheap round' here."
99
I think I'm supposed to put things here for your entertainment
I've been roleplaying on and off for like 10 years ( im 24)
I love writing, especially poetry and hip hop
I am a sound healer, although we coined the term sound alchemist
I play didjeridu , native american flute, chakapa & learning the charango,
I like to RP healers and support classes, although im open to a lot of things.
I don't like demons vampires n all beings of the parasitic nature, they are the enemy
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">99<br><br>I think I'm supposed to put things here for your entertainment <br><br>I've been roleplaying on and off for like 10 years ( im 24) <br>I love writing, especially poetry and hip hop <br>I am a sound healer, although we coined the term sound alchemist <br>I play didjeridu , native american flute, chakapa & learning the charango, <br>I like to RP healers and support classes, although im open to a lot of things. <br>I don't like demons vampires n all beings of the parasitic nature, they are the enemy</div>
