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Henlo.
I'll be honest, instead of drawing up a character that suits my fancy....
...I decided to throw my hat into the ring for once.
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....The Warrior burst out of the pod, armor gleaming! The Zombie Hoard stood no chance against his attack! You swear you could hear him yell a challenge to the Skeleton on the TV, green eyes blazing in his skull and-
**SKKKKSH!!!**
Nothing. No fight, no final declaration of the prize given. Just static.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?"
And in an instant, she's back at her favored booth at the greasy spoon she always eats at, on the backwater planet her and her family have called home for who knows how many generations at this point. As the fry cook gives a half hearted grunt and bangs their fist on the television set, the announcement cut short by a cathode on it's very last leg, she sank back into her seat, fuming.
The warlord's words were still ringing in her head by the time she noticed her friend was speaking to her, doing their best to salvage what was left of the meal that wasn't knocked off of the table when she made her outburst. On the bright side, the Yeren with the nickname of "Horse" was far than used to her more....eccentric, displays of emotion.
However, when she responded to his questions of how she was doing, the conversation getting more excitable before she slammed her hands on the table, making her way to the door, she could see "Horse" regaining his composure as he ran after her, paused, went back to the table to pay for the meal and damages, then ran back. She could barely hear him calling out as she ran back to their hangout spot in a nearby junkyard, something about her idea being crazier than normal.
Not that it stopped her any.
In fact, all she replied was-
"SCREW his wish! If that pile of soup stock wants to see a REAL warrior, I'll be the last thing he sees before I TAKE OVER HIS EMPIRE!"
[X] Tong BiI'll be honest, instead of drawing up a character that suits my fancy....
...I decided to throw my hat into the ring for once.
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....The Warrior burst out of the pod, armor gleaming! The Zombie Hoard stood no chance against his attack! You swear you could hear him yell a challenge to the Skeleton on the TV, green eyes blazing in his skull and-
**SKKKKSH!!!**
Nothing. No fight, no final declaration of the prize given. Just static.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?"
And in an instant, she's back at her favored booth at the greasy spoon she always eats at, on the backwater planet her and her family have called home for who knows how many generations at this point. As the fry cook gives a half hearted grunt and bangs their fist on the television set, the announcement cut short by a cathode on it's very last leg, she sank back into her seat, fuming.
The warlord's words were still ringing in her head by the time she noticed her friend was speaking to her, doing their best to salvage what was left of the meal that wasn't knocked off of the table when she made her outburst. On the bright side, the Yeren with the nickname of "Horse" was far than used to her more....eccentric, displays of emotion.
However, when she responded to his questions of how she was doing, the conversation getting more excitable before she slammed her hands on the table, making her way to the door, she could see "Horse" regaining his composure as he ran after her, paused, went back to the table to pay for the meal and damages, then ran back. She could barely hear him calling out as she ran back to their hangout spot in a nearby junkyard, something about her idea being crazier than normal.
Not that it stopped her any.
In fact, all she replied was-
"SCREW his wish! If that pile of soup stock wants to see a REAL warrior, I'll be the last thing he sees before I TAKE OVER HIS EMPIRE!"
- [X] Yeren (+1 Might, +1 Agility)
- [X] Pure of Heart, Dumb of Ass Build [3/3/2/4]
- [X] The Hell with a Wish, I'm taking over this system!
