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STATUS: Me: *Goes to a metal concert.* Me the next morning: Damn; my neck is sore. 18 hrs ago
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Me: *Goes to a metal concert.* Me the next morning: Damn; my neck is sore.
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Remember: Every pizza is a personal pizza if you try really hard and have no shame.
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Insane in the membrane (INSANE IN THE BRAIN!)
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Seen by doctor at the ER. Pain medication petscribed; possible whiplash to be expected. Worker's comp case open.
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Was involved in a motor vehicle collision at work. I'm OK, but shaken up. Hoping my coworker gets through; he got the brunt of the impact.
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Bio
Not born in a log cabin, I came into the RPing venture around 2009 and quickly joined about twenty roleplays more than I should have at the time. I've been around the internet in that time span, participated in and run RPs on multiple forums, and brushed shoulders with a wide variety of players and characters. Getting to work with new people has always been part of the allure of the experience.
My interests in RPing are pretty diverse, and not genre-specific; if there's room at the table and I can think of a dish to serve, I'll cook something up for just about any meal. If you know what I mean.
My interests in RPing are pretty diverse, and not genre-specific; if there's room at the table and I can think of a dish to serve, I'll cook something up for just about any meal. If you know what I mean.
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"Hmph." Zack let out a low, rumbling growling sound. He could have turned his back in the moment, but he wouldn't have put it passed Seifer to take a swing at him while his back was turned. Plus, there was a sense of honor and pride on the line; if he walked away then, he would never live it down. He retorted to Seifer's gesture in kind, holding his weapon before him in a frontal guard position. He glared at the trio of Seifer, Fuu, and Rai. "Don't start with me about 'tough loves.' You sure as hell can dish it out, but I doubt you've had to experience a scratch of it."
He focused his gaze squarely on Seifer, and continued. "Last year was a long time ago. It's high time you were reminded of exactly where I come from."
He focused his gaze squarely on Seifer, and continued. "Last year was a long time ago. It's high time you were reminded of exactly where I come from."
Making good time in his haste, Zack arrived at the sandlot in time to witness Vivi getting the beatdown from Seifer. As one could have expected, Seifer's definition of "training" was brutal, and his sessions overwhelmingly one-sided rough-ups onto whomever it was he was working with. Zack winced and recoiled as Seifer proceeded to chastise Vivi, calling out the nearby Droka in the process. He went wide-eyed for a second as a dark nostalgia caught up with him.
"What do you want, Chicken-Wuss?"
Zack snapped back into the moment. He then noticed that Jacob and Julia were nearby. He glared sternly at Seifer. He took a striding step forward, tensing his grip on his Struggle bat.
"This doesn't concern you!"
"Must be easy," Zack chided. "To talk so big when you're ragdolling someone half your size."
"What do you want, Chicken-Wuss?"
Zack snapped back into the moment. He then noticed that Jacob and Julia were nearby. He glared sternly at Seifer. He took a striding step forward, tensing his grip on his Struggle bat.
"This doesn't concern you!"
"Must be easy," Zack chided. "To talk so big when you're ragdolling someone half your size."
@Spectral @Stylobilly
"Mhmmmm." Zack sat further back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully; Jake's thought was valid. "It would be helpful to check out what kind of training Seifer's been getting in. Plus I could also get a look at how Vivi is coming along. I'd be hitting two birds with one stone that way." He wolfed down the last bit of his breakfast and chugged what was leff of his orange juice. "Yeah. OK. That sounds like plan." He pushed the chair back and jumped to his feet. "We'll hit up the Sandlot and check out the competition. And," he went on, now looking to Julia. "If Seifer tries to start anything with us, we'll deal with that if it happens. I doubt he'll try to pull anything so soon before the tournament though, especially if there's a lot of people at the Sandlot; that'd give him a bad rep around town."
A fire in his eye, and a pep in his step, he hopped from the table back towards the fridge, snagging himself a bottled water, and took off down the hall and out the door, grabbing his Struggle weapon on the along the way.
"Mhmmmm." Zack sat further back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully; Jake's thought was valid. "It would be helpful to check out what kind of training Seifer's been getting in. Plus I could also get a look at how Vivi is coming along. I'd be hitting two birds with one stone that way." He wolfed down the last bit of his breakfast and chugged what was leff of his orange juice. "Yeah. OK. That sounds like plan." He pushed the chair back and jumped to his feet. "We'll hit up the Sandlot and check out the competition. And," he went on, now looking to Julia. "If Seifer tries to start anything with us, we'll deal with that if it happens. I doubt he'll try to pull anything so soon before the tournament though, especially if there's a lot of people at the Sandlot; that'd give him a bad rep around town."
A fire in his eye, and a pep in his step, he hopped from the table back towards the fridge, snagging himself a bottled water, and took off down the hall and out the door, grabbing his Struggle weapon on the along the way.
Just popping on to let @Spectral and @Stylobilly know that I'll be posting come next sunlight.
Name: Erik Z. Osteriecher Jr. | “Zacharius Eckert” (‘Zack’)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Bio: Erik, or “Zack” as he’s grown preferable to, has been subject to what has at best been a checkered upbringing. He was raised, for the greater part of his life, by a single father, never knowing his mother as she died due to pregnancy complications upon his birth. Yet the father-son bond that might have been expected between the two was nearly non-existent; though maintaining financial stability, a steady housing arrangement, and proper nutrition for his son, Erik Sr. was generally divested from his son's early life. The rare moments of connection between the two frequently came when Jr. would seek to train in swordplay with his father, who had been a rising star in the town’s annual Struggle Tournament.
Even so, the sessions were far from supportive development of a father teaching a son. Zack’s dad employed a relentlessly ‘Spartan’ philosophy of sink or swim. Zack often found himself trailing far behind his father on morning runs, and left to stagger himself to his feet after practice matches even after Erik Sr. had returned to their house to rest.
Despite this, or perhaps in spite of it, the son persisted in following his father. Zack was determined to find an even keel with his father, even as the parent seemed set on ignoring him when not roughing him in training. The young boy was perpetually at the ringside during the man’s Struggle matches, never missing a single one; he was confident that the pursuit of this competition was the path to manifesting the bond he saw with his sole caretaker. It was in this that he would bear witness to Erik Sr. winning two consecutive Struggle Championships. Elated by his father’s accomplishments, Zack attempted to offer his praise, only to be crowded and pushed away by a swath of fans and press writers.
It was in the aftermath of Erik Sr.’s second Struggle victory that Erik Jr.’s life took it’s biggest hit: the departure of his father, leaving him little more than a note saying “I’m leaving; important business.” and some spending money to get him by for a while.
Unable to fully support himself, the young Erik spent the next several years floating between the homes of friends and schoolmates. Though finally in the midst of more loving and morally supportive caregivers, the boy’s aspirations towards a meaningful relationship with his missing father stuck with him. After much time dedicated to his own training, he began competing for the Struggle Tournament, in the hopes that a good showing in the event would bring his father back. Facing initial difficulties, he was, in his first attempts, unable to make it past the preliminaries. It was also in this time that Erik Z. Ostereicher Jr. found himself living deep within his father’s shadow, prompting him to adopt his new moniker of Zacharius “Zack” Eckert, a name crafted from his middle name and what he knew to have been his mother’s maiden name. Like a shot in the arm, this newer sense of self propelled Zack into making a run to Struggle Finals, and a chance to win a championship for himself.
Personality: Zack stands within the intersection of several psychological crossroads, and amid his share of unresolved conflict. He outwardly presents a genuine confidence, which in itself comes from an honest sense of self-worth; yet he’s obscenely driven to continue working even after the work is done, never truly seeing himself as having arrived anywhere or achieved anything of note, and only seeing the next level without fully appreciating whatever one he may be at in a given time. He’s earnestly skilled and well-honed for his age, yet makes brash decisions in his endeavors, often taking on challenges that may (and typically do) best him in the end. Deep down, he remains single-minded in his effort to connect with the father who abandoned him for unknown purposes, yet openly despises that he has ultimately been perceived by others as a carbon copy of that father.
In many ways he takes after Erik Sr., chiefly in a manner of shortsightedness when it comes to those around him, frequently moving along with things even as they would stop to rest; it’s not uncommon for his friends and classmates to usher him back from his insistence on the “constant grind.” Though fully carrying a friendlier disposition than his absent parent, he maintains a similar drill sergeant mentality, being one to push those around him, sometimes to their own displeasure, as he easily gets carried away in the belief that he is merely pushing others to achieve their best. This behavior is not beyond reproach or control, though the manic nature in which it manifests requires a firm hand and a strong personality to corral him back to his better senses.
Weapon: (Everyone will be able to become a Keyblade Wielder when the plot gets rolling. So go ahead and leave this blank until then.)
Spells: (Similar to the Keyblade. You'll be learning these after the plot picks up, so feel free to leave this blank for now.)
Abilities: (Attacks like Strike Raid or Sonic Blade can go in here, in addition to more passive abilities. But like with spells, leave it blank for now.)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Bio: Erik, or “Zack” as he’s grown preferable to, has been subject to what has at best been a checkered upbringing. He was raised, for the greater part of his life, by a single father, never knowing his mother as she died due to pregnancy complications upon his birth. Yet the father-son bond that might have been expected between the two was nearly non-existent; though maintaining financial stability, a steady housing arrangement, and proper nutrition for his son, Erik Sr. was generally divested from his son's early life. The rare moments of connection between the two frequently came when Jr. would seek to train in swordplay with his father, who had been a rising star in the town’s annual Struggle Tournament.
Even so, the sessions were far from supportive development of a father teaching a son. Zack’s dad employed a relentlessly ‘Spartan’ philosophy of sink or swim. Zack often found himself trailing far behind his father on morning runs, and left to stagger himself to his feet after practice matches even after Erik Sr. had returned to their house to rest.
Despite this, or perhaps in spite of it, the son persisted in following his father. Zack was determined to find an even keel with his father, even as the parent seemed set on ignoring him when not roughing him in training. The young boy was perpetually at the ringside during the man’s Struggle matches, never missing a single one; he was confident that the pursuit of this competition was the path to manifesting the bond he saw with his sole caretaker. It was in this that he would bear witness to Erik Sr. winning two consecutive Struggle Championships. Elated by his father’s accomplishments, Zack attempted to offer his praise, only to be crowded and pushed away by a swath of fans and press writers.
It was in the aftermath of Erik Sr.’s second Struggle victory that Erik Jr.’s life took it’s biggest hit: the departure of his father, leaving him little more than a note saying “I’m leaving; important business.” and some spending money to get him by for a while.
Unable to fully support himself, the young Erik spent the next several years floating between the homes of friends and schoolmates. Though finally in the midst of more loving and morally supportive caregivers, the boy’s aspirations towards a meaningful relationship with his missing father stuck with him. After much time dedicated to his own training, he began competing for the Struggle Tournament, in the hopes that a good showing in the event would bring his father back. Facing initial difficulties, he was, in his first attempts, unable to make it past the preliminaries. It was also in this time that Erik Z. Ostereicher Jr. found himself living deep within his father’s shadow, prompting him to adopt his new moniker of Zacharius “Zack” Eckert, a name crafted from his middle name and what he knew to have been his mother’s maiden name. Like a shot in the arm, this newer sense of self propelled Zack into making a run to Struggle Finals, and a chance to win a championship for himself.
Personality: Zack stands within the intersection of several psychological crossroads, and amid his share of unresolved conflict. He outwardly presents a genuine confidence, which in itself comes from an honest sense of self-worth; yet he’s obscenely driven to continue working even after the work is done, never truly seeing himself as having arrived anywhere or achieved anything of note, and only seeing the next level without fully appreciating whatever one he may be at in a given time. He’s earnestly skilled and well-honed for his age, yet makes brash decisions in his endeavors, often taking on challenges that may (and typically do) best him in the end. Deep down, he remains single-minded in his effort to connect with the father who abandoned him for unknown purposes, yet openly despises that he has ultimately been perceived by others as a carbon copy of that father.
In many ways he takes after Erik Sr., chiefly in a manner of shortsightedness when it comes to those around him, frequently moving along with things even as they would stop to rest; it’s not uncommon for his friends and classmates to usher him back from his insistence on the “constant grind.” Though fully carrying a friendlier disposition than his absent parent, he maintains a similar drill sergeant mentality, being one to push those around him, sometimes to their own displeasure, as he easily gets carried away in the belief that he is merely pushing others to achieve their best. This behavior is not beyond reproach or control, though the manic nature in which it manifests requires a firm hand and a strong personality to corral him back to his better senses.
Weapon: (Everyone will be able to become a Keyblade Wielder when the plot gets rolling. So go ahead and leave this blank until then.)
Spells: (Similar to the Keyblade. You'll be learning these after the plot picks up, so feel free to leave this blank for now.)
Abilities: (Attacks like Strike Raid or Sonic Blade can go in here, in addition to more passive abilities. But like with spells, leave it blank for now.)
"You know I already salted those, right? Dingbat."
Zack froze mid-motion as he took another bite, his fork hovering inches from his mouth, a chunk of the extra-salted eggs hanging off of it. "Oh." He shrugged, adding, "I thought it tasted a bit overkill." He lodged the bite into his mouth, and gulped it down without much more thought to it. "A little extra salt never hurt anyone." He took another piece out of his sausages, putting down almost as quickly, and reached for another sip of orange juice.
"Eh, I slept okay. I think I had weird dreams, but I don't really remember..."
Swallowing his juice, Zack glanced sharply at Julia. Her too... he thought, recalling his own dream from earlier. "Weird dreams, huh?" he asked. He paused for a breath, intent on pressing the subject further. However it was then that Julia switched the subject to the upcoming tournament. Scowling, he shrugged again. "Hard to tell. I plan on giving my all. Seifer is as tough as they come. Although I've heard that he's been spending more time training one of his guys; Vivi made it through the preliminaries. Seifer's training might have been slowed down because of that, in which case my chances are a bit better." He shook his head. "At this point I'm really just hoping I don't have to face Seifer in the first round. It'll give me a chance to see what kind of form he's in. If that happens, I could probably pull off an upset."
He took another round out of his meal. "So, what's your plan for the day. I'm figuring I might try to find a sparring partner."
Zack froze mid-motion as he took another bite, his fork hovering inches from his mouth, a chunk of the extra-salted eggs hanging off of it. "Oh." He shrugged, adding, "I thought it tasted a bit overkill." He lodged the bite into his mouth, and gulped it down without much more thought to it. "A little extra salt never hurt anyone." He took another piece out of his sausages, putting down almost as quickly, and reached for another sip of orange juice.
"Eh, I slept okay. I think I had weird dreams, but I don't really remember..."
Swallowing his juice, Zack glanced sharply at Julia. Her too... he thought, recalling his own dream from earlier. "Weird dreams, huh?" he asked. He paused for a breath, intent on pressing the subject further. However it was then that Julia switched the subject to the upcoming tournament. Scowling, he shrugged again. "Hard to tell. I plan on giving my all. Seifer is as tough as they come. Although I've heard that he's been spending more time training one of his guys; Vivi made it through the preliminaries. Seifer's training might have been slowed down because of that, in which case my chances are a bit better." He shook his head. "At this point I'm really just hoping I don't have to face Seifer in the first round. It'll give me a chance to see what kind of form he's in. If that happens, I could probably pull off an upset."
He took another round out of his meal. "So, what's your plan for the day. I'm figuring I might try to find a sparring partner."
@Spectral @Stylobilly
A moment passed with Zack awaiting the answering of the door, during which he drew his eyes closed, wrapping his mind around a quick succession of thoughts. Hearing the sound the opening door, he opened his eyes, seeing Jacob's face come to view from the other side. "Hey Jacob," Zack said hurriedly, quickly making his way through the entryway and into the kitchen. His stomach rolled and snarled with his eyes falling upon the stovetop from just outside the kitchen. "Hey Juls!" he said, rushing past her without eye contact.
"Haven't eaten yet," he remarked, directing his comment more towards the room than anyone in particular. Grabbing a plate from the cabinet and a fork from a drawer, he helped himself to what was left in the frying pan. A spatula's worth of eggs and two sausages dropped onto his plate. He made an involuntary lick of his tongue around his lips, savoring the meal as though he hadn't eaten in a week. Pulling a bottled orange juice from the refrigerator, he found himself a seat at the table, put a few sprinkles of salt onto his eggs, and took his first bite. His stomach gave another low rumble and started settling.
"That's the ticket," he said. "I crashed down at the Usual Spot last night," continued, now addressing Julia and Jacob. "Got caught up in training; the couch there was fine though. How were your nights?" He opened the orange juice and took a large gulp.
A moment passed with Zack awaiting the answering of the door, during which he drew his eyes closed, wrapping his mind around a quick succession of thoughts. Hearing the sound the opening door, he opened his eyes, seeing Jacob's face come to view from the other side. "Hey Jacob," Zack said hurriedly, quickly making his way through the entryway and into the kitchen. His stomach rolled and snarled with his eyes falling upon the stovetop from just outside the kitchen. "Hey Juls!" he said, rushing past her without eye contact.
"Haven't eaten yet," he remarked, directing his comment more towards the room than anyone in particular. Grabbing a plate from the cabinet and a fork from a drawer, he helped himself to what was left in the frying pan. A spatula's worth of eggs and two sausages dropped onto his plate. He made an involuntary lick of his tongue around his lips, savoring the meal as though he hadn't eaten in a week. Pulling a bottled orange juice from the refrigerator, he found himself a seat at the table, put a few sprinkles of salt onto his eggs, and took his first bite. His stomach gave another low rumble and started settling.
"That's the ticket," he said. "I crashed down at the Usual Spot last night," continued, now addressing Julia and Jacob. "Got caught up in training; the couch there was fine though. How were your nights?" He opened the orange juice and took a large gulp.
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