So uh, I don't know if this is where any of this belong's but hey, I want to keep certain characters and posts with me, ignore this completely if you'd like. I just want to preserve certain things.
Thrall
Mother 4:Earthbound 2
Name: Thrall
Age: 15
Gender: Male or Female, really just your sex. Did you just make me assume my own gender? Hang on, let me take my hand out of my pants and look for a minute or two. Nah, havn't reached max pleasure, gimme some more time.
*Cum stain inside of pants from the fresh orgasm he just had.*
Uh, I think I'm a dude? That's what happens with guys right?
Appearance:
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 127
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Personality:- Thrall is a caring person, he will do anything to help those he loves, his close friends or family. If anyone did them any wrong he would do it right back and maybe worse to them. He would do anything to protect his loved ones, he was an easy flowing person aside from that. Generally he kept closed up unless it was to those close to him, the band of unlikely to-be friends would eventually know about him and his dark ways.
Job: What, are there no child labor laws here or something? FFS woman what do you expect out of this? Uh, blacksmith apprentice. Yeah that's what he does when he isn't summoning demons or something like that.
Fighting Style: Dual-wielded swords, he likes the hack and slash type of fighting. He pleases him to see the blood and body parts flying around him while slicing the enemies to bits. The souls he somehow saw from their bodies while killing them only pleased him more, it was always entertaining to see the soul of a little girl float out of her body and into the abyssal wasteland. They also make for good brownies if Thrall says so himself.
Weapons from strongest to weakest: Up to 4. Steel longsword, 3. Iron longsword, 2.5. Severed limbs of his enemies 0.2, they don't do shit combat wise but they sure do taste good!
Gadgets: Blood and souls of his enemies, they aren't useful other than drinking if you would like to go that far. Thrall enjoys the taste of the blood and the souls are entertaining in a glass jar. He tortures them and it makes him smile and laugh.
Armors/Outfits: Chain mail for the armor. Outfit, jeans, grey tee-shirt, blue button down never buttoned and combat boots. Dems some nice boots he has der, always nice an' shiny lookin'.
Pros- These are personal. Strongish, is a nerd and geek, lucious wavy blue locks, insult those if you dare. He'll flip shit at you and then eat your hands off, no more jacking or jilling off for you at that point. He isn't even sorry for you, you insult his hair and that's what you get. Don't you dare mess with his hair. Friendly unless you insult his hair or his friends, caring.
Cons- Your flaws as a person. No faith in self or others, doubtful, pessimistic as fuck, no selfesteem.
PSI Attacks: (If you character qualifies) None.
Background: Thrall was born on a chilly winter morning around 4:37AM, he was smaller then expected and no one was sure how he'd turn out once he grew up and lived his life. Around the age of six he started getting into games and was drawn into Warcraft more than anything, you'd think his name came from that or something, I swear it sounds like a warchief or something? He got good at that and continued on with it, you wouldn't expect that of a six year old, granted it was compared to the AI on the easiest difficulty. He enjoyed it and that's all that mattered to him at that age. Around nine or so his parents were killed by some magical force, he blamed the trolls from Warcraft. He vowed revenge, he vowed he would wipe all the trolls off of any planet, virtual or real. He began to train himself and become stronger, at the age of thirteen he asked the local blacksmith if he could become an apprentice and then that led him to where he is today.
Mother 4:Earthbound 2
Fair warning, a shit load of this CS has tons of sarcasm inside of it, read it at your own will.
You've been warned.
Name: Thrall
Age: 15
Gender: Male or Female, really just your sex. Did you just make me assume my own gender? Hang on, let me take my hand out of my pants and look for a minute or two. Nah, havn't reached max pleasure, gimme some more time.
*Cum stain inside of pants from the fresh orgasm he just had.*
Uh, I think I'm a dude? That's what happens with guys right?
Appearance:
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 127
_______________________
Personality:- Thrall is a caring person, he will do anything to help those he loves, his close friends or family. If anyone did them any wrong he would do it right back and maybe worse to them. He would do anything to protect his loved ones, he was an easy flowing person aside from that. Generally he kept closed up unless it was to those close to him, the band of unlikely to-be friends would eventually know about him and his dark ways.
Job: What, are there no child labor laws here or something? FFS woman what do you expect out of this? Uh, blacksmith apprentice. Yeah that's what he does when he isn't summoning demons or something like that.
Fighting Style: Dual-wielded swords, he likes the hack and slash type of fighting. He pleases him to see the blood and body parts flying around him while slicing the enemies to bits. The souls he somehow saw from their bodies while killing them only pleased him more, it was always entertaining to see the soul of a little girl float out of her body and into the abyssal wasteland. They also make for good brownies if Thrall says so himself.
Weapons from strongest to weakest: Up to 4. Steel longsword, 3. Iron longsword, 2.5. Severed limbs of his enemies 0.2, they don't do shit combat wise but they sure do taste good!
Gadgets: Blood and souls of his enemies, they aren't useful other than drinking if you would like to go that far. Thrall enjoys the taste of the blood and the souls are entertaining in a glass jar. He tortures them and it makes him smile and laugh.
Armors/Outfits: Chain mail for the armor. Outfit, jeans, grey tee-shirt, blue button down never buttoned and combat boots. Dems some nice boots he has der, always nice an' shiny lookin'.
Pros- These are personal. Strongish, is a nerd and geek, lucious wavy blue locks, insult those if you dare. He'll flip shit at you and then eat your hands off, no more jacking or jilling off for you at that point. He isn't even sorry for you, you insult his hair and that's what you get. Don't you dare mess with his hair. Friendly unless you insult his hair or his friends, caring.
Cons- Your flaws as a person. No faith in self or others, doubtful, pessimistic as fuck, no selfesteem.
PSI Attacks: (If you character qualifies) None.
Background: Thrall was born on a chilly winter morning around 4:37AM, he was smaller then expected and no one was sure how he'd turn out once he grew up and lived his life. Around the age of six he started getting into games and was drawn into Warcraft more than anything, you'd think his name came from that or something, I swear it sounds like a warchief or something? He got good at that and continued on with it, you wouldn't expect that of a six year old, granted it was compared to the AI on the easiest difficulty. He enjoyed it and that's all that mattered to him at that age. Around nine or so his parents were killed by some magical force, he blamed the trolls from Warcraft. He vowed revenge, he vowed he would wipe all the trolls off of any planet, virtual or real. He began to train himself and become stronger, at the age of thirteen he asked the local blacksmith if he could become an apprentice and then that led him to where he is today.
Thrall had been beating off the zombies with the third one's right arm. "Yeah, take this you dumb fucking zombie! I never thought I'd have to fight you off in the graveyard you were buried in. Not something I wanted to do with an old friend of mine, well. Too late for that now, you'll pay for this! First you insult my hair then befriend me, die years later and come back to eat me? That's not how this works, that's not how any of this works!" Between beating them on and off for the past hour, he noticed another boy around his age standing at the gates to the graveyard.
"Hey kid, I need some help over here, if you wouldn't mind doing so. I don't know how much longer this arm has and I can't risk pulling off another just yet, not until this falls down to the bones of what little is left of it actually. You know what, scratch that, get in here and help me fight while I get another arm off of one of these guys!"
Thrall, after some fighting and dodging, managed to pull the left arm off of the orginal zombie that had risen from the ground and had begun to fight him. The zombie was slapped in the face by his own hand, Thrall looked pleased with himself for doing what he had done, bitch slapping someone with their own hand. Yes that was his friend before he died but it was a zombie now and it wanted his brains or something. You know how zombies are don't you? Thrall continued beating them off until the third and most damaged one fell to the ground, he stomped it's head in and hoped to the gods it wouldn't rise up again.
Thrall had to quickly move away from the other two as he did so, that meant after he bashed the one head in he ran about ten meters away from it and prepared himself to fight off the rest, unsure of if the boy would actually help him or just watch what was going on. Thrall was unsure of it this boy was from a dream, or if he was imagining it from the beginning or not. Either way he hoped whomever it was would get the right idea and come over and help fight the zombies back into the ground where they belong.
As time went on and on the zombies were coming at him at full force still, he was running out of strength given the time and what Thrall had already done. He wouldn't give up and it was damn well sure of it, the rest of his strength was mustered and he managed to take ones leg by the knee. He had one with all of it's limbs and one missing and arm and most of it's leg. Thrall moved around about twenty more meters, he tried to catch what breath he could and wiped some of the sweat off of his forehead before going back top bash into the zombies.
"Hey kid, I need some help over here, if you wouldn't mind doing so. I don't know how much longer this arm has and I can't risk pulling off another just yet, not until this falls down to the bones of what little is left of it actually. You know what, scratch that, get in here and help me fight while I get another arm off of one of these guys!"
Thrall, after some fighting and dodging, managed to pull the left arm off of the orginal zombie that had risen from the ground and had begun to fight him. The zombie was slapped in the face by his own hand, Thrall looked pleased with himself for doing what he had done, bitch slapping someone with their own hand. Yes that was his friend before he died but it was a zombie now and it wanted his brains or something. You know how zombies are don't you? Thrall continued beating them off until the third and most damaged one fell to the ground, he stomped it's head in and hoped to the gods it wouldn't rise up again.
Thrall had to quickly move away from the other two as he did so, that meant after he bashed the one head in he ran about ten meters away from it and prepared himself to fight off the rest, unsure of if the boy would actually help him or just watch what was going on. Thrall was unsure of it this boy was from a dream, or if he was imagining it from the beginning or not. Either way he hoped whomever it was would get the right idea and come over and help fight the zombies back into the ground where they belong.
As time went on and on the zombies were coming at him at full force still, he was running out of strength given the time and what Thrall had already done. He wouldn't give up and it was damn well sure of it, the rest of his strength was mustered and he managed to take ones leg by the knee. He had one with all of it's limbs and one missing and arm and most of it's leg. Thrall moved around about twenty more meters, he tried to catch what breath he could and wiped some of the sweat off of his forehead before going back top bash into the zombies.
With all of the commotion going about around himself, Thrall tried to focus on the zombies around him, the arm he had in hand was nearing it's end of it's risen life time in this realm. This was the realm of the living not for the living dead, while that was living in a way, it wasn't what should be kept around for long. It'd protect many to berid of the zombies.
"Go back to hell dog, you belong there and no where but there. Give me that leg you have and you'll crawl like your friend!"
Thrall, with all his might, swung at the one standings leg and knocked that off, he now had two crawling about chasing him, with them crawling and one missing an arm this would be an easy fight, he noticed the original boy had wandered over to a grave and out popped another boy, unsure if he was alive or not Thrall paid no attention after that. If that boy got himself in trouble that'd have to wait until these motherfuckers were taken care of. Thrall ran and picked up the leg, got some distance and caught his breath before going back into the fight.
Upon returning to the battle that he was having, running out of breath from time to time juking them about, trying to get one far enough from the other to try to finish off the other. Thrall managed to land a killer blow on a head, too bad it hit his back instead due to poor aim on Thrall's part. Disappointed in his aim he decided he'd have to try again, in time following what he was about to say.
"Fuck, that was my bad aim, I just had to miss the head and hit the back, atleast that one is hit pretty badly now, I could stomp it's skull in but the other is too close for that to happen given I've yet to land a blow on this ones head, or either heads for that matter, I'll need to do that if I want to bash them in quickly. I will get this taken care of and they will be no more when I'm done with them. I promise you that!"
Thrall, as he started to run, tripped on a root that was sticking out of the ground. God damn it why'd that have to stick out and trip me like this? Thrall noticed one was gaining on him while he was lost in thought, he kicked it in it's head hard with his boot, making a hole large enough to notice in it, it was still moving but not for long. He'd be able to bash it in if he could get the time.
Thrall moved away to catch his breath and quickly check his body making sure nothing was badly injured yet, nothing seemeed to be but this battle was far from over. He'd not rest until he fought the good fight and came out alive, it beat ending out dead anyways. Thrall threw a rock at the now head holed zombie and got the rock lodged in the hole, that'd be interesting and would hurt if he managed to kick that same spot, given the location that was very possible. It'd hurt like hell, even with boots but he'd already kicked in a skull and he lost feeling in his feet awhile ago. He sucked it up and slapped it with it's own hand and landed a killer kick on the head, hitting the same spot, it hurt and he felt that more than anything else, two down one to go he thought. Almost finished with this fight, he'd move over and talk to the others after, wanting to make sure they were alright.
Thrall, growing tired of this, took the leg off of the now second zombie to fall, he charged the other, jumped onto it's back and dropped the leg, he stuck his thumbs in it's eye sockets and pushed hard. Once they were fully in he knee'd the back of it's neck rather hard and pulled upwards with his hands. With what force he could muster between everything he ripped the head off the zombies body. Thrall let out a heavy sigh and removed his hands from the eye sockets, he held the head in his right hand and used his left to wipe his face. Upon finishing his battle, he looked around to see the bloodshed he'd left in this graveyard. Three bodies, limbs and blood all over. He'd eat them if they hadn't come from a zombie, Thrall didn't want to gamble his life for a tasty arm or two.
"Well, that was uh, tiring to say the least. Now, I'll throw this head at them and see if they respond at all, given one dropped due to a throw that came from the one risen from the ground. I didn't get a responce from the first guy earlier, this'll be a test to see if I have to shed some more blood or not. If they are living and I have to end them, I'll probably kill one and eat the others arms, or just eat an arm off of each of them. I don't know just yet, first I have to see if they live and if I'd like to befriend them and let them live, they seem like decent people none the less."
Thrall then threw the head at the pair of young ones standing around that gravesite. It bounced off of ones of their shoulders and then into the hole the one boy had risen from. Still uncertain on taking any more lives tonight, he picked up a leg from the one he was standing atop of and walked over to the pair. As he approached he started to speak.
"Well, well, well. What might we have here? Would you happen to be living breathing humans or do I have to brutally kill you like I did those zombies, you saw that head and you have blood on your shoulder from that. If you aren't living and I don't deem you worthy of my time I'll leave, if you try to fight me I will kill you and eat your arms, the choice is yours, well, mine as well but I won't decide until after you do."
"Go back to hell dog, you belong there and no where but there. Give me that leg you have and you'll crawl like your friend!"
Thrall, with all his might, swung at the one standings leg and knocked that off, he now had two crawling about chasing him, with them crawling and one missing an arm this would be an easy fight, he noticed the original boy had wandered over to a grave and out popped another boy, unsure if he was alive or not Thrall paid no attention after that. If that boy got himself in trouble that'd have to wait until these motherfuckers were taken care of. Thrall ran and picked up the leg, got some distance and caught his breath before going back into the fight.
Upon returning to the battle that he was having, running out of breath from time to time juking them about, trying to get one far enough from the other to try to finish off the other. Thrall managed to land a killer blow on a head, too bad it hit his back instead due to poor aim on Thrall's part. Disappointed in his aim he decided he'd have to try again, in time following what he was about to say.
"Fuck, that was my bad aim, I just had to miss the head and hit the back, atleast that one is hit pretty badly now, I could stomp it's skull in but the other is too close for that to happen given I've yet to land a blow on this ones head, or either heads for that matter, I'll need to do that if I want to bash them in quickly. I will get this taken care of and they will be no more when I'm done with them. I promise you that!"
Thrall, as he started to run, tripped on a root that was sticking out of the ground. God damn it why'd that have to stick out and trip me like this? Thrall noticed one was gaining on him while he was lost in thought, he kicked it in it's head hard with his boot, making a hole large enough to notice in it, it was still moving but not for long. He'd be able to bash it in if he could get the time.
Thrall moved away to catch his breath and quickly check his body making sure nothing was badly injured yet, nothing seemeed to be but this battle was far from over. He'd not rest until he fought the good fight and came out alive, it beat ending out dead anyways. Thrall threw a rock at the now head holed zombie and got the rock lodged in the hole, that'd be interesting and would hurt if he managed to kick that same spot, given the location that was very possible. It'd hurt like hell, even with boots but he'd already kicked in a skull and he lost feeling in his feet awhile ago. He sucked it up and slapped it with it's own hand and landed a killer kick on the head, hitting the same spot, it hurt and he felt that more than anything else, two down one to go he thought. Almost finished with this fight, he'd move over and talk to the others after, wanting to make sure they were alright.
Thrall, growing tired of this, took the leg off of the now second zombie to fall, he charged the other, jumped onto it's back and dropped the leg, he stuck his thumbs in it's eye sockets and pushed hard. Once they were fully in he knee'd the back of it's neck rather hard and pulled upwards with his hands. With what force he could muster between everything he ripped the head off the zombies body. Thrall let out a heavy sigh and removed his hands from the eye sockets, he held the head in his right hand and used his left to wipe his face. Upon finishing his battle, he looked around to see the bloodshed he'd left in this graveyard. Three bodies, limbs and blood all over. He'd eat them if they hadn't come from a zombie, Thrall didn't want to gamble his life for a tasty arm or two.
"Well, that was uh, tiring to say the least. Now, I'll throw this head at them and see if they respond at all, given one dropped due to a throw that came from the one risen from the ground. I didn't get a responce from the first guy earlier, this'll be a test to see if I have to shed some more blood or not. If they are living and I have to end them, I'll probably kill one and eat the others arms, or just eat an arm off of each of them. I don't know just yet, first I have to see if they live and if I'd like to befriend them and let them live, they seem like decent people none the less."
Thrall then threw the head at the pair of young ones standing around that gravesite. It bounced off of ones of their shoulders and then into the hole the one boy had risen from. Still uncertain on taking any more lives tonight, he picked up a leg from the one he was standing atop of and walked over to the pair. As he approached he started to speak.
"Well, well, well. What might we have here? Would you happen to be living breathing humans or do I have to brutally kill you like I did those zombies, you saw that head and you have blood on your shoulder from that. If you aren't living and I don't deem you worthy of my time I'll leave, if you try to fight me I will kill you and eat your arms, the choice is yours, well, mine as well but I won't decide until after you do."