ToadKing85

Frontier of the Damned

I thought someone would be controlling the bartender, but if I'm free to make my own arrangements with an npc, I'll get that out of the way and move on? Somebody attempted to interact with me, but quickly moved on to interact with someone else, so I thinking on how to engage with the game proper...

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

@pugbutterthank you!

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

Ten-Ton, ready to rumble! XD

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

Takuya Toronaga, aka, "Ten Ton" Takuya

Name:"Ten-Ton" Takuya Toronaga
Appearance: Over-weight, despite his athletics. Average height, shoulder length black hair tied back like the Sumo do it.

Favorite School Subject: Gym, despite formerly being a favorite target of the bullying gym teacher.
Favorite Food: Okonomiyaki
Theme Song: youtu.be/pnFdDqSDRDE
Why They Fight: For respect, of his peers and his leader.
Background/Personality: Takuya was always "the fat kid". It's why he was such a fan of sumo; nobody pushed them around, they were the one's who did the pushing. But he was always discouraged from rough sports- his mother was too afraid of her precious baby getting hurt, and his father only had time to put him down for not being more interested in soccer or baseball (subtle hints that he was ashamed his son's interest in sports didn't motivate him to lose weight). His bullies, when he still had them, called him "Ten-Ton", as a remark on his weight and appearance. Even his gym teacher joined in when things were at their worst, taking advantage of his position to belittle him and push him around, verbally and physically, always picking on him for being "too soft". His breaking point was 2 years ago, when a particularly nasty bully was coming after him. his "enforcers" called him "Crazy" Kazuki, and he liked knives. Takuya was his favorite target, and he'd often flip around his butterfly knife while wondering quite loudly things like "If I cut you, would I find spiced pork inside you, fat-boy?" The gym teacher was supervising a detention session where Takuya was forced to be in a room with Kazuki when the bully was in a particularly vicious mood. The teacher suggested the boys settle it like men, clearly just wanting to see Takuya get hurt. Kazuki put on quite a performance of acting like whatever he thought "crazy" looked like, eyes wide and tongue hanging out as he charged with his favorite weapon. Takuya panicked, and snapped- He did what he thought a sumo would do, approximated a balanced stance, and leaned into a shove against his assailant's chest- he didn't realize just how much weight he'd put behind the blow, how much strength he actually had. It was only 5 feet distance, from Takuya's position to the window, but he knocked Kazuki the full distance, and smashing through the window. It was only the ground floor, but the window had been closed. He could have been badly hurt, even killed by the breaking glass, but Takuya had reached his breaking point and didn't care. He stood up straight, and gave a cold stare at the other two boys. They'd previously been egging the little monster on, but were dead quiet, now, and when Takuya glanced at each individually, they flinched, hard, terrified that the scariest one in the room tried him and might have just died for it. The gym teacher shouted out, "You little punk, what do you think you're doing!?" He charged to tackle Takuya, who quickly turned to face him- apparently he was good at thinking quickly, because he single handedly lifted up desk, and, leaning his full weight into the strike again, thrust forward, smashing the desk flat against his ugly face! as the teacher fell on his back, Takuya leapt, and sat on his chest, pummeling his face, screaming with each blow, "Who's-soft-now!?" Kazuki survived, despite getting cut up badly (sheer luck none of his injuries required stitches), and the teacher wanted to press charges, but his father managed to pull some strings. Takuya was forced to be held back a year, and perform community service for a time, but nobody picked on him anymore. Kazuki did his best to avoid him, and the teacher was more lenient with him in class. And all the other kids? When they called him "Ten-Ton" Takuya, they weren't laughing anymore. Some of them even started being nicer to him! Especially the smaller, weaker kids, who couldn't stand up to their bullies like he did. He'd gained respect, and confidence, but also lost his own respect for authority. He got bolder, frequently challenging the adults and teachers around them; they didn't respect the kids, and didn't do much to help the one's that needed it, so what good were they? "Ten-Ton" Takuya would make his own way, and anybody who didn't respect that had better get out if it.

Frontier of the Damned

need sleep. will catch up and post sometime tomorrow.

Land of The Giants

Update: Just approved another character, awaiting them to post. really crossing my fingers on some more characters, but, I'm going to give this a little longer to build interest before I make a thread.

Land of The Giants

OK, if we can get at least 2 more players, I can make it work.

Frontier of the Damned

He was just getting into town, that morning. All he heard for the last few miles was the crunch of the soil under Gunpowder's massive hooves. He patted the Clydesdale's shoulder, "There, see? 'Twasn't so bad, now, was, it boyo?" The packed up animal gave a snort in reply.

He kept his eyes on the town, and as they were getting closer, he noticed something like a commotion building. Some people were gathered, and someone else, likely an authority figure, mounted their horse and rode off in another direction. Colm frowned, and muttered to his horse, "I don't suppose they were expectin' us?" He gave a shrug, "Well, whatever the hullabaloo, I reckon we're liable to figure it out, soon enough."

Gunpowder picked up his pace unprompted, "Haha, I agree, boyo; let's get some rest, and we'll sort ourselves out another time!"

He took a nip from his flask as they entered the town limits, and had a look around, to try and get his bearings. He muttered, either to himself or his horse, it wasn't clear. "Hm. Town Hall... Armory? 'll have to ask what that's about... Saloon... Church... Well, we've toime to explore, don't we?" He patted Gunpowders' shoulder with one hand as the other pulled back on the reigns, "At ease, soldier- there's a good lad." He dismounted, and tied the animal to the rail as it happily dipped it's snout in the water trough. "Haha, I agree, boyo; all this travellin' makes a man thirsty, don't it?" He adjusted his cap, the red clover on top popping against the navy blue fabric. He slung his rifle (sans bayonet) on his shoulder, next to his backpack, and slung his saddle bags over his other shoulder.

He moved, carrying the load with greater strength than one would have assumed, having aged as poorly as he had. He pushed himself bodily through the swingdoors of the saloon, and stood at the door for a moment. After a look around the room, getting an idea of his surroundings and company, he spoke up, projecting his voice toward the bar, "Alright, then, who's a man to speak to about room and board?"

Frontier of the Damned

alright, going to work up a post, should have it up in a few hours at most.

Frontier of the Damned

I think I'm ready