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6 yrs ago
I am not being controlled by a mind flayer. I just used my own healthy brain to come to that conclusion. Because I'm saying it, it must be true.
6 yrs ago
Ok, time to spend the next 30 minutes of my life looking for a new profile picture. 😪
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6 yrs ago
Dont worry, I'm still here.
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A flurry of mixed emotions swept through Kazue as he heard Momiji speak. At first, it was relief, at least it was somebody he knew, even vaguely. Having a complete stranger tumble to the floor because of something stupid you did would surely be much more embarrassing. Then, Kazue felt embarrassed, after all these years and all the things they both went through, one thing that stayed with Momiji, was how much of a crybaby Kazue was. Although, Kaz couldn't protest much, he knew it himself that no child should cry so much or things so small.

Shame slowly crept into his system when Momiji pointed out the setting in which they met. As she spoke Kazue started thinking as well, Of all places and of all people. Why couldn't it be at a library or on the street or something... Kazue's first thought was to justify why he was here and explain that he didn't even really know what this place was. But it had just occurred to him that, for some reason, Momiji choose this place to eat.

Kazue stood up straight, and held his hand out to her. He palm was excessively sweaty, but he didn't realize this until it was too late. He just had to sit there uncomfortably until She stood up.

"I could say the same. You would have never struck me as the person who like to be served by maids in a cafe." Kazue replied. To further add to his 'comeback' he added more,"...Little miss 'I have an Image to uphold'."He laughed a bit while he helped her up.

Kazue moved a few steps ahead of her and opened the door to the cafe, he was about to walk out side but than realized the girl was behind him. So, after taking a few steps out of the door, he retreated back into the cafe and stood there gesturing for her to go first. "Sorry.." He whispered.

~Mo'Rahv VI~
~The Campsite (Mountain Summit~

Mo'Rahv's eyes shifted towards the fire for brief moment before perking up to the voice of another person. Mo'Rahv shifted his body as he turned to face this person, a quick scan of his appearance suggested the man was young. Although this man isn't much shorter than Mo'Rahv himself, his face didn't seem as weathered as the others in this audience. At second glance, he started to ponder. He couldn't be that much younger than Mo'Rahv, seeing as the only thing that distinguished Mo'Rahv as experienced is his beard and a few scars. Mo'Rahv watched as a machine came into view from the shadows.

Mo'Rahv laid his hand on one of his two axes, the metal of the axe clanging against his armor as his hand weighed on the hilt. After a few moments, the machine, that seemed to be in the form of a turtle, stopped just behind the man. He then announced who he was in a respected manner. Mo'Rahv let his mouth form into a discreet smile. Even in such a time as this, there was still people with good intentions.

Mo'Rahv hesitated for a moment, he thought about commending this young man for the reason he decided to join this 'fight'. What better a reason to fight if not for your own people. shortly after, Another man came into view. This one being much harder to read. Draped in a black cloak with a scarf to cover his mouth made it hard to discern who this man was. Before anything could happen he exclaimed he had no ill intentions and was only needing some sleep, something Mo'Rahv could very much relate to.

"Aye! A good rest might do us all some good..." Mo'Rahv said with a decline in volume as he spoke. "Although, it isn't wise to sleep at a time like this...A fight is coming, my sir..."
Alright, I finally posted. If it's within my power I'll try to be on more.
Honestly, though, I didn't expect this Rp to move so fast XD. Nice work @Pockets
The hallways of the high school were slowly diminishing in population as students hurried to their respected classrooms. A boy stood off to one side of the hallway starring at his books in his right hand, a History text book and a Math text book. The two textbooks he needed for his next two classes. His name was Micky Young. Micky moved through th hallway getting to his first class History. Although his locker was a fair ditance away from the classroom, he still managed to make it there a few mintues before the bell rang. This was his gifted ability to move through the hallways at break neck speeds while still being under the teachers radar.

As his classroom came in sight, he heard a teacher from a different classroom holler his name, "Micky! No running in the halls!" Micky didn't reply to the teacher, nor did he look back. Micky went from a jogging speed to walking in seconds.

He walked into the classroom with his head high, this was his confidence stance. Everytime he was feeling a bit nervous or apprehensive about something, he would assume a confident stance. It worked for Micky like an attitude adjuster. He walked into the class room and took a seat by the windows, letting the sun shine through and land on his desk. After a few minutes of organizing his station, the bell rang and the class officially began.

Micky opened up his homework binder, opening up to the page that was dated 'Wednesday, March 20 2016'. The previous night, Micky didn't have a whole bunch of time to do his homework, and unlike some other students, he didn't really feel that strongly about it. Instead, Micky spent the previous day tweaking and performing a new exercise routine. A routine that pushed his out of shape body while still being reasonably doable. Now, Micky is left with a half completed sheet of homework. He browsed through his the work he had done, noticing some of the errors and mistakes he'd made.

"Damn, should've paid more attention!" Micky whispered to himself.

Being lost in thought, Micky didn't even hear the teacher introduce the class, or the assignment. Luckily Micky did catch the ending, as he finally tuned in he heard the teacher say something about the project ending before the years final exams. The only thought that ran through his mildly empty head was, What project? How big is it? Whats it about?

It was at that moment the teacher spoke again, instructing the student to sit by there partners. Micky felt the pressure in his chest building, not only was he totally caught of guard by this project, but now he has to do it with a partner? Micky wasn't the most popular kid, so he didn't want to just walk up to someone random and have them reject his proposal. Instead he decided he'd sit in his seat and wait for someone to ask him, and if no-one asks him, then he'll just wait for the teacher to randomly select him his partner. I'll play it off all cool and stuff, act like i wasn't listening or pay attention or something...yeah, that'll work !
Sorry I haven't posted yet, I had back-to-back shifts at work so i was pretty busy, I'm reading the IC now, and will probably post afterwards
Name: Micky Young

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Appearance:
I don't want you to look at his body, but rather his face. His face being the only thing I want out of this pic . His face being slightly more plump. Micky stands at about 5'4, and weighs slightly over 200 lbs. Most of his weight comes from the excess fat he has around his gut and legs. He usually wears thick hoodies that cover up his body, but recently he's been wearing a few sweater vests that make him look slightly thinner. Micky had poor posture and usually slouches when he's sitting or walking, leaving him with a sore back most days.

Personality: There really isn't one word that can describe Micky. At times and in certain situations, Micky can be very lazy or very productive with his day. Micky could also be very shy, or when he goes to formal places with his family, very outspoken. The only thing that really sets Micky aside when it come to standing out in a crowed, is that he is a quick learner. Not in the traditional sense, like learning about school and stuff, but more of a practical sense.

Micky can pick up on little things quickly, social hints, peoples feelings through their expressions or words. He's very keen on things like that. Micky is also and avid reader, his favorite books being about true crime, usually about the Mob or righteous groups. This interest usually spills over to his real life, making him interested in the weird and brutal. Yet, he still gets a bit standoffish when the time of trouble comes by. It's much like how he is with people, at first he's interested in beings friend with someone, but if their interest gets to high to quickly, it'll freak Micky out and usually drive him away.

If Micky manages to ease himself into a friendship it almost always lasts a long time, resulting in a friend that you can trust with your life if need be. Micky is a reliable friend, when you do become friends with him, that is.

Background: Micky lived a troubled life ever since he started to attend school. At a very young age, Micky had fallen victim to bullies. The would tease him about his weight, and poke fun at him, calling him names and the like. When Micky was in grades 1-5, the bullying didn't really bother him,they just annoyed him, for the most part the bullies weren't that good at bullying. But as grades 6, 7 and 8 rolled around, Micky noticed the boys, and sometimes girls, started to get more vicious with their words and actions. The girls, taking it as far as making earthquake jokes when he walked in class, and the boys adopting a more physical approach.

Those last three years before high school were seriously hard on Micky, nearly everyday Micky would be left crying in the bathroom waiting out the day, or sent home early because the bullies had been particularly rough that day. Luckily, Micky's parents were the kindest souls in his life, and at the end of the day Micky would always have a place and people to come back to who would make thing better.

There was a change in Micky's life when they decided to move away from the city that they have been living in for years. They were moving just before the start of Micky's first year of high school. This was both a blessing and a scare for Micky as he knew what could come of it. Micky hated the idea of moving cities, leaving everything behind. But, on the positive side, Micky would be free from the chains of his bullies that tortured him everyday at school. This may be the opportunity to change and start a better school life. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise, because Micky knew exactly how harsh bullies at high school can be and his mom had just saved him from that agony.

Micky is now in a new city, with site and sounds. This being the perfect way for Micky to change the things he dislikes about himself and be a person that people want to hang out with. After the move, Micky started exercising and he started to be a little more outgoing, but everything is still a work in progress.

Relations: Open

Power:
@Undying Curiosity
Now would you mind gracing me how he and Alden would get along :D?


XD.

I think they would. At first, Micky would feel a little standoffish give it some time and they could be friends. Remember, Micky was a bully victim for most his life, so naturally he'll want to fit in and have friends. So, even if Micky decides to be Alden's friend for shallow/superficial reasons, over time Micky will see that he really does like being friend with him. At first, Micky will try to be friends with everyone, no matter who they are. He just wants friends to have friends, but overtime it will grow into something more like bond rather than a title.

I don't mean to be to deep, but that's what I had planned when it came to friendships XD
~Mo'Rahv VI~
~The Campsite (Mountain Summit)~

Mo'Rahv's head shifted downwards, looking at the cobbled stones that littered the grass on this mountain top. Mo'Rahv's face turned a grim expression, It was hard to discern whether this man's words were genuine or not, but if they weren't why would he go through all this trouble of the campsite on a mountain? Mo'Rahv thought about it more, and ultimately believed the old man, thinking of what he said. Having a handful of people of the power of eternal life would have major ramifications on both society and the world. Also, to even acquire this power, the mana used would need to be nigh limitless. Where can one find such a power? There is no way one simple Iwi women can handle such a burden of magic. Mo'Rahv raised his clothed hand to his forehead where he'd wipe away the sweat that's been building since the old man started speaking.

Mo'Rahv straightened his back and looked to the others, "Naturally we must stop the Iwi women. But the means of doing it will be nothing short of difficult..." Mo'Rahv pondered at loud as if he was talking to someone. But, at every pause he would quickly continue speaking. At first, he was speaking to the group of people by the fire, but as he continued to speak it slowly turned into his thoughts. Move finally hushed himself, and looked at every, noticing there was a newcomer to the fire. It was obviously to late to take out his weapon and ask if he had ill intent, so he just left it.

Mo'Rahv now stood up from the kneeling position he'd taken during the story, feeling the cracking of his bones as he straightened.

"I am Mo'Rahv the VI of Ravhiarra, I shall gladly lend my blades to this cause. If it is the only means of stopping a future Tyrant...than so be it." Mo'Rahv said to the old man sitting next to the fire, giving him a genuine bow.
Alright, just finished my CS
I'm logging off for the night, but I'll make sure I get a CS by tomorrow.
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