[OOC] S.H.I.E.L.D Academy

[knighthawk]

16 or 20 is not too bad to learn as a class. It also means there will be enough to handle multiple threats in 2 or 4 teams with different goals. Just like when captain America's job was to rescue the hostages and Black widow's job was to secure the servers data.

[Kouki]

OH MY GOD! My Bio is getting WAY too long!

[Barrett]

@Winter Kitten
I'll put it in the charger tab after you've responded to it fully, if that's alright? Just want to make sure it's perfect.

[knighthawk]

OH MY GOD! My Bio is getting WAY too long!

@Kouki

No matter how big it gets, I'm sure someone will be brave enough to take it.

[Winter Kitten]

16 or 20 is not too bad to learn as a class. It also means there will be enough to handle multiple threats in 2 or 4 teams with different goals. Just like when captain America's job was to rescue the hostages and Black widow's job was to secure the servers data.

@knighthawk

That's exactly was thinking too. You just put it in a more concise and direct manner. XD

I want to keep the entire group one team, but that doesn't mean we can't split off into different groups to complete a task. I think that's very necessary. This is where the tagging mechanism comes into place, so once the IC is up, I will require that people tag each other when interacting with a player's character(s). With as many people as there are and as many characters, too, it's going to be tricky to keep track of everything. There's gonna be a lot of posts and it's going to be daunting. So, skimming is your best friend and reading in full the posts that have you tagged is the best option. Well, I mean, the best option is to read everything everyone posts ever in the IC thread, but...

Is that really realistic? *cough* this is me confessing that i'm guilty of not always reading everything.

@DrewVonAwesome

It's very intimidating, and I should have capped it a long time ago, but I'm weak and also wasn't paying attention when I should have. That's bad GMing on my part.

Anyway, with enough regulation and enough effort, I think it's very possible to keep track of what's important to you and your character. As, well, looking at everyone's CSes currently, I don't think it's going to be at all difficult to maintain individualism while also maintaining cohesiveness as a unit (both in the OOC and in the IC). I think we have a really, really good group of writers on our hands. There's a lot of us, but, I'm confident we can curb any moments that might overwhelm others or ourselves.

As a GM, I'll do my absolute best to regulate that. And it's why I also have a Co-GM to help out too.

And I'm sure I should probably offer up the last Co-GM spot to one of you willing candidates. ;D

[DrewVonAwesome]

Yeah I think I'm out, nothing's comign to me I'm really happy with conceptually. My idea was a young French man who basically stopped giving a crap and started traveling the world learning things. Combat wise very tough but he just doesn't seem to care about anything.

[greywolf375]

@greywolf375@HushedWhispers@Dead Cruiser@DrewVonAwesome@NarcissisticPotato@Chaotic Chao@timelord1101@Kouki

Sorry for this big tag. I haven't made any massive changes or changes at all. I'm just mentioning people who have expressed interest and are still working on characters. If you've lost interest in any way, shape, or form, please say so. I won't be offended, at all. ;O

@Winter Kitten

I'm still in, it just seems like life is a hella big fan of getting in the way of my RPing

[smarty0114]

Is this still open? If so, I'd lake to make two OC's :)

[Barrett]

@smarty0114
Well, the GM has changed the setting to full and has previously said that they won't be accepting new players, what with us being a little overcrowded already. So no, I think there's no more room, sorry.

[smarty0114]

@Roosan Oops didn't notice that. I'll be keeping an eye on this, lurking around and what not, seeing as how this story and the characters look very interesting :)

[Angel Eyes]

Though technically, 2 people were in and creating characters quit, so smarty could possibly just be their replacement. *shrugs* just an idea. lol

[MiddleEarthRoze]

And I'm sure I should probably offer up the last Co-GM spot to one of you willing candidates. ;D

@Winter Kitten

I'd be happy to help, should you need it bud. :)

Also I seriously need to make another character haha, everyone is making me look bad. _{I usually have like four ideas lined up what the heck is wrong with meh ;_;}

[Kouki]

Almost done, will have it up before days end!

12:51 pm right now

In the meantime!

What I have so far, this includes a shortened version of my Bio sense it's taking me some time to finish the "long" version up.

Holden

Character Name

"What type of magic powers this device known as…”T.V”?"
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_Dossier

Name:

Holden

Alias:

N/A

Codename:

Smoke

Gender:

Male

Age:

20

Ethnicity:

Human,(part Japanese is unaware of any other heritage

Place of Origin:

???

Sexuality:

Homosexual(but doesn’t know it/ doesn’t care so pretty much Asexual)

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_{Ability Profile}

Skills of Note:

Hand To Hand Combat
This is Agent Holden’s greatest skill. He displays an advanced level of martial arts techniques not recognized by many at the school. If I had to place it, it seems like a strange mix of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, Aikido, Taekwondo and Wing-Chun. Whatever it is, it was clearly beaten into him based off of footage taken from his time with The Hand.

He moves fluidly and completely on instinct like his body knows what’s happening before he does and his speed is incredible for a human being, taking down multiple enemies with his bare hands. Most peculiar is his knack for knowing where danger is like some kind of sixth sense even when it comes from behind him. It looks as though it is second for him to always be looking behind his back.

He is efficient and swift, capable of grappling someone twice his size to the ground or killing someone with single strike to their nervous system. (A technique of The Hand that we were luckily not shown)

Acrobatics
Agent Holden is capable of achieving some pretty high level acrobatic feats, displaying great agility and balance but that’s to be expected from a ninja. While usually his agility is used to focus his martial skills and pull quick and deadly maneuvers, Agent Holden is adept at using both his flexibility and agility to get from one place to another. Whether on a rooftop or through a construction sight, Holden will be someone hard to shake off.

Stealth
Agent Holden, like most Hand ninja’s is capable of moving without making a single sound and can hide his presence surprisingly well. He is fully capable of walking up behind a normal person and doing something...unpleasant before they ever knew what hit them. (How well this will work out on the other students here is something I wouldn’t mind seeing.)

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_{Psychological Profile}

Mental Evaluation:

Our interview with Mr. Holden was….brief, to say the least. While he displays excellent combat capabilities with an almost perfect sense of his surroundings, that seems to be as far as his knowledge on anything goes. He was easily confused by the workings of a television in the background and was unable to do anything on a computer leading me to believe that his previous care takers didn’t take the time to make him anything more than a killing machine.

He doesn’t say anything unless asked and didn’t have any questions about the situation he was in other than when he was going on his first mission. He doesn’t seem to care about anything other than going on missions and field work or really just doing what people ask him to. I can only think he was the most devoted of followers in his sect of The Hand and wonder what made him turn or if we can even trust him. He told me he spent his entire life training and almost dying and pushing past his limits, it must have been tough.

As for his mental state, while not knowing anything about the outside, he seems to quickly learn new things rather easily most likely part of that advanced awareness and adaptability mentioned earlier. Though, his learning rate is halted at people.

When it comes to emotions or anything that isn’t an object, he comes off as a bit of a dunce. He actually seemed genuinely shy when asked to talk to someone other than the instructor and when pressured, punched said instructor in the throat before disappearing into the shadows.

It took us a while to find him but we got it done.

It was actually astonishing to see the complete difference between the boy in front of me and the assassin I saw in the footage. The complete shift in body language, the cold sweat I saw as a student approached him and how he had to visibly keep himself from striking said student down, nothing like the cold and calculated killer I watched take down four armed guards.

This lack of innovation when faced with communication challenges means Holden is incapable of lying most likely why he’s almost undetectable when he’s hiding his presence. While his combat skills make up for his inability to lie or do anything else, really, I’m worried that this might impact his effectiveness in a team environment but we’ll see how that goes down the line.

Physical Evaluation:

Agent Holden is a caucasian male standing roughly at 5’8, he has mid length messy black that he doesn’t pay very much attention to. It seems that whatever obstructions his hair style may cause to his vision doesn’t actually impede him in any way so he must be trained to fight without being able to see clearly.

Looking at him, Agent Holden’s entire body is meant for deception. One would think that with his lithe frame, he wouldn’t be able to do much of anything but do not be fooled. Underneath the long sleeves and baggy sweaters he dons are tight, lean and very toned muscle that allows him to release some good bursts of power when needed.

You’d never look at him twice if he were standing right next to you but that’s most likely the point.

On further inspection, Holden’s body is littered with numerous scars, it’s speak to his talent how shallow some them are especially since a lot of them are bullet wounds. Agent Holden also displayed he was double jointed, aiding his flexibility and acrobatics in the field.

Biography:

Short version-

Holden was raised from birth to become a weapon for The Hand, he trained every day of his life in the martial arts and other such skills to better himself. His loyalty lied with his master who saved him when he was baby and left in a snowstorm.

Through his years of being alive, Holden began to realize that he had no passion for the Hand’s cause and just wasn’t into killing people. This left him empty and hollow, plus he constantly had weird dreams about faint lullabies and other strange shit that was really throwing him off. All of these memories get shaken loose when he encounters his first S.H.I.E.L.D agent whose appearance (mainly the eyes) makes him remember something he had long forgotten.

Eventually, the agent, after doing research on the guy that spared him, tracks Holden down and gives him some files, stating that he’s not that bad because he never killed anyone who got in his way, just the target. I mean, the killing is still not great but it showed that he would go the extra mile to spare someone and he only killed because it was the mission. The agent also shows Holden a picture of a necklace that makes the ninja flip out and run all the way back to the mountains to confront his master who reveals that he lied about Holden’s origins which is why Holden constantly felt uneasy.

Apparently, Holden was the master’s grandson and his mother was a hand ninja who defected to Kunlun, the mystical chinese city of immortals. The master tracked her down and straight up murdered her before kidnapping baby Holden and taking him under his wing.

Holden isn’t pleased with this and decides that he can no longer be a ninja of The Hand, he flees the mountain and goes into hiding where he is finally found by the same S.H.I.E.L.D agent as before (the one with the eyes) who offers up a place for him at S.H.I.E.L.D academy so that he can find his real father and figure out if he’s more than just a doll.

Long version-

“Who are you?”

“I am no one”

“What are you?”

“A weapon?”

That’s how everyday he could remember started. Before that, he remembered only being cold..

Deep in the mountains, snow nipped at every part of a dying body, unforgiving frost lashing at its small frame as it lie helpless in a blanket just waiting for death to approach. A baby, a little baby with a strong cry that seemed to shout at the storm that he was stronger than it could ever be. Little baby Holden, fighting with his dying breath.

He had been abandoned there on that mountain, left to die because he was someone’s burden that ended up being too heavy to carry. He would have perished right there on those steps if not for the gates of the temple opening to reveal his one and only savior, the master.

The elderly man lifted Holden up and stared at his burning red face, surprised that a baby could even be alive for more than a minute out there but here one was, screaming, shouting for a chance to live, a fire in its soul that burned through the snow. The elder saw the strength in the baby’s eyes and smiled because he’d used such fire before. That’s how everything started, just a snowy on a very cold mountain.

After taking him in, the master began conditioning, he convinced the other leaders that the child could be a valuable asset to them and through the mystic arts of the Hand, he began to strengthen the young child and prepare him for his new life as their most useful weapon.

He knew the feel of a shuriken before he recognized letters, could track down animals before knowing basic math. His first broken arm was at the age of 5, he attempted to fight someone of a higher skill level than him and was rewarded for it with a proper beat down.

Training was not cancelled that day.

Go faster, be better, try harder, those were the words etched into his body with every strike he took and every scar he got. Day after day, year after year, all the while never breaking, never crying. He would succeed, he would be what his master needed. Everything moved smoothly but he couldn’t escape the nagging in the back of his mind that something wasn’t right, a whisper in the farthest reaches of his psyche that his story, the story he staked his life on wasn’t what he thought it was. Still though, he continued to train and threw those spells of discomfort to the back of his mind through constant meditation.

His first real mission as an assassin was a crime boss who had said too much about their sect. Holden was the one tasked with the deed.

First Assassination

Sneaking in was the easy part, he was light and small and already knew how to control his breathing as he made his way up the walls like a ghost, dipping in and out of the shadows as he shifted through the open air and across the rooftops. He remembered thinking that his target’s temple was very flashy and surprisingly small compared to the one in the mountains, he was glad his heat resistance training he had gone through had been plenty to prepare for this change in climate, because there was no snow on the large temple, it was all very different.

The hard part was what came after. He jumped off the last ledge and landed in the bedroom hall, the guards around him were never even alerted to his presence. He stepped into the bedroom without hesitation, his cold black eyes adapting to the darkness in moments as he approached. And then the hard part happened…

It was a simple creak of the floorboard that alerted him to the attack from behind. He jumped, flipping around to land in a crouch as he watched a figure step out of the shadows. It was his target, a boorish man, a man who had said too much. He towered over the young assassin and held in his hand a club, the large weapon seemed menacing in his big burly hands…

But Holden was not afraid.

The first slash cut the man’s achilles tendon, the next was halted by Holden’s swift retreat as he dodged the mighty weapon again and again. One swing broke through his defense and sent him flying but he didn’t scream, he didn’t even recognize the broken rib as he got up.

The man taunted him…..

The man laughed at him……....

He said he was going to kill Holden...……...

But Holden didn’t fear death!

He remembered his training, his teachings, his purpose, every movement beaten into him exploding forward in a flourish as he went airborne to stab the man in the eye, hand shooting out to cover his mouth so he wouldn’t alert the guards with his screaming. The last slash was to the man’s throat..and then he fell over, the loud thud beckoned the rest of the men but when they opened the door, they only saw the open window of the balcony and the bloody body lying on the floor.

Holden came back bloodied and worn but most importantly, he came back victorious. He later learned that his master was the one to tip off the target, he wanted to test Holden to see if he was ready for the more advanced levels of training he would have to go through which he had done with flying colors, the scars he earned wouldn’t be forgotten.

But even with this achievement, the hollowness didn’t fade..

More time passed, more battles were fought, more training was done and through it all, Holden grew stronger and faster, his knowledge of his inner chi giving him a step above average people in terms of physical ability. What truly made his master give him credit for was Holden growing mastery of the martial arts, his dedication to it. He learned techniques quickly and would allow any damage to his body that was necessary for him to achieve the desired outcome.

At first, his master thought it was out of loyalty but he soon realized that there was a sense of desperation to the actions. His young disciple was looking for something in the movements, perhaps hoping that he could find his center in the technique.

Holden’s eyes were always pitch black and lifeless, when he saw his reflection he wondered if there had been something missing, time was moving by and he began to realize that he had no passion for his sect’s work. He had no love of the demon they worshipped and only ever fought because his master told him to. But more than that, the nagging feeling he had about what his master told him never felt right.

His master realized then that Holden needed something to help him focus. He knew that Holden could not stay the doll that he wanted him to be much longer, lest he die simply because he has nothing to live for. It was foolish of him to believe that something without fuel could continue on forever so he had to supply Holden with something to fight for so that he would be the proper tool needed for The Hand’s success.

He would later come to regret this decision.

The master sent Holden to Hydra, an organization that worked with the hand constantly. There, Holden faced many new challenges, including taking on threats like enhanced humans, in-humans, cyborgs and all kinds of crazy shit! I mean...and a great many other new challenges.

See, Hydra was different from The Hand, they weren’t often silent and always seemed busy to gain power in anyway they could, his temple was always quiet with the only sounds ever being heard were broken bones and people training. Agents of Hydra seemed to have a lot of down time and showed expressions Holden had never thought possible. Smiles, frowns, laughing, sounds he’d heard and things he’d never seen before, for the first time he felt out of place and wondered if this was what he had been missing, pieces of the world outside he had never seen before. The brothers and sisters of his temple always said silent prayers but these men and woman cheerfully cheered for Hydra like it was second nature. They explained to him their purpose and their reason and Holden decided that he would continue there, in the hopes that he might find he was looking for.

Killing though, felt the same. The other’s revelled in it but he couldn’t seem to be proud of his work like the others. It was all just another thing that happened. Just another order and it became slowly clear to him that the emptiness wasn’t dissipating in the wake of his deeds. He would think about what he did in his sleep, remembering each face so that he could etch them into his dreams the worst ones were always accompanied by a faint song in his memories.

It was on one of those nights that his world actually took a different turn, a change he couldn’t escape. What set things in motion was his encounter with a S.H.I.E.L.D agent.

S.H.I.E.L.D

“All hands on deck!”

Holden had been up and out of his room before the alarm had even gone off. He had shot up in bed with the phantom notes echoing in his head, his mind alerting him that something wasn’t quite right. He left, gearing up as he did so, and gained speed with each screech of the alarm.

He was running down one of the “temple’s”(facility’s) corridors when he saw the insignia. An eagle in a shield, the sign of the enemy strapped to every person in the group of five that stood in the hall, ready for the attack. An assault squad, armed with rifles, standing in the corridor. His eyes went dark. His hand went for the pack strapped to his leg. He inhaled the crisp air and gave a toss of a black orb to let it roll into the center of the group's formation.

“What the-” One of the agents started when his eyes caught sight of the strange object but by the time his eyes shot open in realization, the smoke bomb had already exploded.

And Holden was already moving.

“Shit, we’re under a-” A warning cut short by the assassin’s knife to an agent’s exposed throat. He spun to kick and struck the open leg of another before sweeping low to knock another off his feet and strike the last with a sharp elbow to the back of the leg, grabbing their gun as they buckled. They scrambled and the assassin moved faster in the smoke.

Strike them down, strike them all down...

Disappearing into each shadow, blocking the flimsy strikes of the dazed to maneuver around the dark cloud and attacking every exposed joint to bring down another agent with precision. This is what he was best at, what he could lose himself in, the hollowness afterwards almost didn’t matter when he was like this. Nothing seemed to matter with each movement breaking through his limits.

The cloud dispersed just as he made his last assault, slamming the last agent to the ground with a hand to his throat. As the last of the agent’s air escaped his lungs and he slipped into dreamland, Holden turned to the approaching footsteps from around the corner. Another attacker, dressed just like the rest, armed and dangerous and an intruder.

“What the hell happened here?” The first words out of the young intruder’s mouth before his eyes got a full look at who had done it. “Shit!” He raised his gun but a thrown helmet knocked it to the ground, stunning him in time for Holden to close the distance and hit a slide to land behind him. “Oh no!” Before the agent knew what was happening he was being and slammed in a suplex, both bodies hitting the ground but only one having his helmet knocked clean off as he struggled to stand up. “Dammit, that hurt like balls!” The agent staggered to an all fours position, looking up in time to see a sharp fist hurtling towards him.

And then nothing happened.

Holden stopped mid punch..

He was frozen.

“Who...who...you’re..”

The young man had was just another agent, average blonde hair maybe an above average face but nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary..

His eyes though, his eyes reminded Holden of something, something important. He stared at the agent, the agent stared back and then Holden did something that surprised the both of them.

“Go.” He stated before throwing down another smoke bomb and just….leaving..

“What just happened?” The lone conscious agent looked around, hand running through his messy blonde hair.

Holden wasn’t the same after that, his dreams became clearer. The unwinding tapestry that was his mind was slowly coming back together, things he thought were dreams were turning into distant memories but it was all too foggy, to hard to pin down.

Much like himself, though a certain agent seemed to keep tracking him down on every one of his missions. Any time, any place, he was faced with the stupid mug of that idiot agent, always appearing when he didn’t want him to be. It was irritating and Holden had never been irritated before so it was yet another new experience for him. He had finally had enough one night, months later, when he cornered the rat on a rooftop

The Floodgates Open

“Why are you following me?” He asked a very surprised and very pinned to the wall agent as he pressed on the young man’s collarbone with a fierce grip.

“Because you don’t make sense!” Blondie shouted back. He smacked the ninja’s hand away and glared at him, those emerald eyes shocking Holden for what felt like the millionth time. “You’re an assassin, right!?”

Holden nodded because the answer was yes..

“Then why the hell am I alive!?” He asked furiously. “And more importantly, why aren’t any of these people dead!?” And then he was tossing something, a file, Holden quickly grabbed it out of the air and looked through it. They were pictures, pictures of all the people he came across during his missions, all alive and well. “I was unnerved by your sudden disappearance when we first met, you had me but you just let me go, gone as quickly as you had shown up and it didn’t make sense.” He pointed at the assassin who looked up to cut through him with his cold black eyes. “What made even less sense was that I wasn’t the only one still breathing, my team was okay too. It made me think, who was this person and why would we be the only ones spared.” Their eyes met. “And then I learned that we weren’t the only ones spared, you spare a lot of people, infact, you spare everyone you come across except the target.”

“Other casualties are not necessary.” Was Holden’s monotone reply.

“Even when they shoot you through the leg?” The agent shot back. “You’re not what I thought you were and I don’t think you’re what you think you are.” He looked away. “You have restraint, skill, I might be looking way too far into this but maybe empathy too if you’re willing to go the extra mile just to let innocent people go.” There was a short pause, he wasn’t getting choked or beaten so he thought he must be hitting something at least.

“You are not here just to say that are you?”

“No, keep looking through the file.” And Holden did before he got to what the agent wanted him to see and froze again. “Yeah, I expected that reaction.” He turned away, smugly. “Now, I know there’s a lot of questions you have but I’m fully prepared to provide you with resources on the basis that you start giving me some much needed info on The Hand aaaaand you left the second I turned my back didn’t you?” He turned around. “Yep, yep, really should’a seen that comin.”

Holden couldn’t believe what he had found. The memories the files shook loose. He had to get answers, real answers.

And so he went home.

Who are you?

It was storming on the mountain again, like it was the first time he’d been there. Ice and snow roared and commanded its dominance over the rocky landscape. And yet, it was not what unsettled the elder who stood in the middle of the temple, the tap of his cane beckoning for the howling of the storm to continue. He feared not the roaring of the storm or the lash of the cold. He cared not about nature’s wrath.

*step*

Merely his own decision he made within them.

“So, you have returned?” The master spoke calmly, turning to face the approaching Holden. “And I see you have seen the light in ways I could have only feared.”

Soundless, Holden tossed his master the file. The elder retrieved it without turning around and smiled at what he saw.

It was a photo of a jade necklace with gold lace and intricate designs across a thin chain. A simple trinket really but it wasn’t the metal that made Holden’s world turn upside down.

“My daughter wore this necklace, did you know that?” The elderly man asked, standing to full height. “It was the first thing her enemies saw before she was upon them.” He eyes stilled and shifted. “She was so promising and then I had to kill such a useful tool. You see, she was strong but pathless, had no knowledge of love for our great cause and so could not throw herself into the embrace of the demon as I have..” His eyes darkened. “Instead, she threw herself into the arms of the enemy, a fool of a man who thought he could dishonor me and tear apart what I had built!”

Holden stayed silent.

“She ran to KunLun, the city of immortals and our greatest of enemies, pregnant with a bastard child she hoped to keep out of my reach but she should have known there was nowhere for her to run from me.” The smile returned as he walked towards his pupil. “And there was no way to stop what I had planned for you.”

“You did not find me on the mountain?”

“No, I found you in your mother’s arms.”

“....what am I?” He asked quietly..

“ You are a weapon.”

“Who am I?”

“You are my grandson.”

And then, Holden, Holden the loyal servant, the obedient killer, stabbed his grandfather through the chest. He was silent and cold, the spurts of blood littering his body as he watched the life drain out of his former master. The hollowness inside him began to expand, devouring him in it’s entirety. What was he doing? Why was he doing it? What had been the point of everything?

He didn’t know, he never knew. So he ran..

1 year later….

In a coffee shop located in the western coasts of Italy, a young man swept the floor, he didn’t know how to do anything else. The people there seemed nice, he wasn’t sure what nice was though so he couldn’t be sure. He only knew he had to sweep the floors and get the bagels, he was very good at those things so he thought he might be doing something useful, he liked being useful you see.

As the young man swept, the bell of the shop door rang, making him look up to see a group of men stepping inside. This part wasn’t as good. The young man

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_Extras

Likes:

• Silence
• Training
• Accomplishments

Dislikes

• Noise
• People Who make noise
• Whoever’s looking at him right now, he knows you’re planning his downfall, you will be the first to fall at his hands...

Equipment:

[Dead Cruiser]

I was initially considering dropping this RP because I didn't have the time to write up a CS.

But I'm _{this close} to dropping another RP and adapting my character from that one into this one.

[Angel Eyes]

Almost done with my black guy! lol

[Angel Eyes]

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[MiddleEarthRoze]

@Angel Eyes

Oh man, I hope people aren't hoping for the stereotypical "British" accent from a Manc. XD

[Dead Cruiser]

@Angel Eyes

Oh man, I hope people aren't hoping for the stereotypical "British" accent from a Manc. XD

@MiddleEarthRoze

Ayyup arkid, head down to Maccy Dee's for a buuuuurger?

[MiddleEarthRoze]

Ah, the best of British comedy. Once I get my own Brit finished, he's going to have great fun with poor old Jordan. Because what else could be more English than taking the piss out of each other's accents?

[Angel Eyes]

@Angel Eyes

Oh man, I hope people aren't hoping for the stereotypical "British" accent from a Manc. XD

@MiddleEarthRoze

Hahaha I didn't actually think to deep into it. But I'd say Jordan's accent is like Alfred Enochs. lol