July 15 2073. 22:23. Arnold Friezbach contacted Corporate Liason via Matrix with whereabouts of wanted subject Kyuzo Kovacs. Confirming details specific to subject and sharing information that was reliable and seemed valid, a QRF was sent to East Burbank in Chicago.
July 15 2073. 22:25. Friezbach was instructed to have both himself and Kovacs at a specified room, in a specified hotel at a specified time. Friezbach confirmed.
July 16 2073. 06:35. Upon arrival, room was empty aside from miscellaneous clothing and drug paraphernalia. Contents destroyed.
July 16 2073. 06:37. All finances, including reward for information, drained from all of Friezbach’s accounts to unmarked credstick.
July 16 2073. 06:39. Secure message to Corporate Liason gives alleged room number of Friezbach.
July 16 2073. 06:52. After magical, EOD sweep of room, and drone recon, team enters room.
July 16 2073. 06:52. Subject Friezbach found missing arm, weak vitals. Stabilized prior to moving to Ares for treatment and debrief. It is noted that view from current rooms affords full view of room that was designated to Friezbach. Items gathered from room. Contents destroyed.
July 18 2073. 08:00. Parcel received at security head quarters in Michigan, addressed to James Chavez, Corporate Johnson (of which no record shows up in Ares employment records). Box is opened. Contents: arm matching that missing from subject Friezbach. Contents destroyed.
July 18 2073. 15:27. Magic and drugs successful in bringing subject Friezbach out of coma and into consciousness.
<<< Hand held, high quality video feed cuts to the inside a of blank, grey and silver room. An elf is in a chair with what looks like a sling on one of his arms. He’s extremely pale, with many machines and IVs hooked up to him. A man’s voice says “ok, try it.”
It is not known what happens, but several seconds later, the form lurches forward in the chair. Only restrained at the waist and ankles he thrashes about and begins screaming. “No, he's cutting my fucking ARM. NO NO MY FUCKING ARM PLEASE STOP.” In a flash, his free hand moves to the sling, ripping and tearing at it. Blood starts to flow freely, spurting onto the floor.
Several individuals move to restrain him, at which points he begins smashing the back of his head violently about the metal head rest, immediately drawing blood.
“FUCK NO PLEASE NOT MY ARM. STOOOOP AAAAAAAAAAAAH. MAKE IT STOP!”
Video feed cut. >>>
July 18 2073. 15:33. Information deemed irretrievable from subject. Combination of trauma and the magical and pharmaceutical means used to induce consciousness may have proved too much. Contents destroyed.
End report. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Sitting inside of the small coffin hotel in Chicago, slightly anxious but also set in his course. He didn’t KNOW what was about to happen, but he KNEW what was about to happen. Part angry, part sad, and also part resolved, he sat and waited.
Ignoring the slight bumping behind him, he watched the room across the street. His current position afforded him a great view of the front and back exits and also the room that he had rented out under a commonly used alias he used to run under in Detroit.
He thought back to a quote he remembered from his brief childhood. “The choices you have made in your life have brought you here.”
He looked back as there was another dull bang, sighing at the elf tied in the chair. His legs, arms, body, and neck were all heavily taped to the chair and a quick gag was placed in the elf’s mouth. He leaned back in the chair and removed the gag. He’s paid a street mage to cast a silence spell over the room, but he still played it cool. “Raise your voice, Kaz cut out yer tongue and eat it.”
Not waiting for a reply, you know, the gag and all, he removed it and let the elf talk. His voice came out quickly and panicked. “Please. Look. Kaz man, you know I didn’t tell them anything. I swear, on my family, I didn—“
Kyuzo smashed a fist into Arnold’s chest, definitely knocking the wind out of him, maybe cracking a rib or two. “Lie again, Kaz make sure you not able to tell more lies.”
“I don’t understand, why you think it was me Kaz. You even said man, I was the only person you trusted. You said you were the only person in Chicago you’d talk to. We ran together, bled together, what the fuck man.”
That was when Kyuzo saw them. Two unmarked black vans. To anyone not looking for something out of place, it could have been nothing. But to someone looking for Corp paid hit, seeing two vans on two separate sides of the building, it was fairly obvious that something was up. A large chunk of the world wouldn’t know one hit squad from another. In fact, some may have even confused this cleaning squad for a group of Runners. No. This was an Ares and Knight Errant hit squad, fresh off the rotor from Detroit.
Kyuzo sighed. He had liked Arnold. A little. Maybe he still did. It’s fragged what enough nuyen can make you do to someone you care about.
“Kaz also told Arnold, Arnold is only person Kaz tell about Detroit.”
He looked at Arnold who had no idea what was happening across the street. “Only. Person. Only person in Detroit. Chicago. Missouri. Only. Person. Kaz ork. Kaz not stupid.”
Arnold could see by following Kyuzo’s gaze that he was looking at the building across the street and he put two and two together. Kyuzo could see the metaphorical wheels spinning as he tried to come up with another lie or excuse, but he spoke first.
“No worry, Kaz not kill you Arnold. The Corps, well, they may find Arnold and kill him, but you know, playing with fire and that. But.” He pulled out a thick rubber tube and a stick, wrapping it around the shoulder of Arnold. It took a moment to understand and he panicked. Hard. He tried to kick, push, roll, everything.
Yeah. He knew what was coming.
“Kaz Kaz, no man, no man, no! Please. There’s no point man. I’ll get some ware. Man, my arm will be better it’s a waste don’t do this man. Kaz Kaz, no do—,” he was cut short be the gag being placed back in his mouth roughly.
“Arnold. You may get better arm, Kaz not know.” He lifted up the elf’s chin so that the two were looking into each other’s eyes.
“But Kaz never, ever forget feeling his arm cut off. Not one day. Now. Neither will you.”
Even with the gag, up until the elf passed out, Kyuzo realized that he made the right decision paying that street mage for a silence spell…
Kyuzo lounged casually in the waiting area of the clinic, one of several individuals of various conditions. He found his gaze wandering to a mother and daughter, both human, who sat across from him. The mother seemed to be seething below the surface while the daughter sat with her arms crossed, turned away from her mother. Neither seemed sick, there were no injuries apparent, and the tension between them screamed out that there was a male involved somewhere.
He studied the girl a few more moments, his own mind mulling over life, hands dealt, and fate. She couldn’t be more than 17, 18 tops—about the same age as Kyuzo himself. But humans aged slower than orks, and most orks raised in inner cities, or away from clans, they were out when they reached maturity at about 12 or 13. Unless they were some major asset to the family, which Kyuzo never was.
Her she was, with her mother, still directly dependent on her family, still growing up and experiencing aspects of growing up. And here he was, grown, street wise, independent, and a veteran of the shadows for about 4 years. 4 years isn’t a long time, but in perspective, that was almost a quarter of his life.
“Joe Smith please.” Well, it’s show time. He was escorted to a room where he was seated and in a casual tone, the nurse said “Doctor Jeridiah will be with you shortly.”
He waited for close to a half an hour before the Doctor came in. He didn’t look at Kyuzo initially, he just sat down after giving a haphazardly greeting and flipped through the paperwork. His brows furrowed after a moment before looking up at the ork patient.
“Mister Smith, it says you are here for…a dislocated finger…uh, facial trauma with possible symptoms of a concussion…several broken ribs. Internal bleeding. Broken knee cap….I’m sorry, this must be the wrong patient form, I’ll—“
“Nope doc. You got it right. I’m here for that.”
“Mister Smith, if this is some jok—“
Kyuzo reached out suddenly, grabbing the doctor’s hand, snapping his pinky back and out of socket while pulling him forward, smashing his own thick ork skull into the elf’s own face. He was careful not to do too much damage, wanting to ensure that the doctor was able to absorb the message that was to follow. He put a hand over the doctor’s mouth and cleared his throat.
“Broke finger. Check. Facial trauma. Check. Want more, it’s up to you. I ain’t get paid to kill you or put you in a coma, but I get paid regardless. There’s a long list of injuries there…You gunna keep your trap shut?”
The doctor nodded and Kyuzo removed his hand. “You were seeing a dwarf girl. You’re not anymore. Pretty straight forward, right chum?”
“I don’t underst—“
“Don’t care if you do. Just don’t. Ever. See. Or talk. To her. Turns out, her parents, very glittery. They wanted you dead, but I ‘splained to them that persuasion is my...Fort, or. Forty?"
"Forte," the doctor said with an eyeroll...well, an attempt at one, what with the swelling and what not.
"Forte, that’s it. And you squeakies, you’re usually very smart, you know. I figured, I could get paid to talk with you, you’d rather be alive and not dead. Win, win, win, ya know? What do you say doc?”
For a moment, he puffed up his chest and said, “Melinda is 17, and as a dwarf, she’s of age to make her own dec—.”
“Her parents. They’re human. To humans, that is still their 17 year old baby girl. Or some drek. What was next on the list, broken ribs, yeah?” Kyuzo sat up, put on a pair of brass knuckles and stepped towards the doctor. In a voice that was part shout, part whisper, he gave in. “Fine fine, no please. Fine! I accept your…terms.”
“Good. Sorry doc, not all love stories end up like, you know, Romeo and Juliet, all happily ever after and that.”
The elf opened his mouth, an angry look flashing across his face, but he cleared his throat before speaking. “Romeo and Juliet died, idiot.”
“Ah, see? Even famous actors aren’t safe from a well paid shadowrunner, eh doc?”
The doctor sat there, dumbfounded look on his face, as Kyuzo simply nodded and walked out the door.
Real Name: Kyuzo Kovacs (pronounced Ko-vach; SINless) Alias: Yegor Borogov (Fake SIN); Kaz; Volk; Blue Devil; K; Kyooz; The One Armed Demon; often goes by Egg (yEGor) to those who know him, Volk, or Wolf, are his more common street names. Age: 17 Gender: Male Metatype: Ork Specialization: Gun Slinger (modified) Appearance: Nothing about Kyuzo stands out, except perhaps that his hair is a naturally dark blue. He’s not large for an ork, he’s not particularly ugly, or handsome. His eyes are a (naturally) pale blue though, which is somewhat rare for orks. His left arm appears real, but anyone with any ability to spot cyberware can see it is indeed artificial. There are several other cyber/bio modifications, but they are not easily detected.
"The nail that sticks out gets hammered down chum."
Kyuzo stands 6’3 inches tall (not tall for an ork) and naturally weighed about 275 (rather light for an ork) pounds before any cyberware.
His dress is modest, be it on a run or out on the sprawl. Generally, he wears dark colored jeans or cargo pants with a plain shirt, sometimes long, sometimes short sleeved. Add a pair of tactical boots, and maybe a hat, and you're ready. Dress up? If he feels the need to impress, he makes sure he uses some mouthwash and spray on deodorant.
"Don't remember ever bein' impressed much by the way some ork dressed walking into a club or a bar. But I remember bein' thoroughly impressed by watching that well dress ork get his ass kicked by some hoodrat elf."
Personality: While his appearance is bland and doesn’t stand out, his personality is another thing all together. Kyuzo was born in Detroit and spent his time growing up tough. When he matured at about 12, he began down the path that would lead him to running: he learned how to fight. He was the runt of a litter of 3, so he was always smaller and picked on. Because he WAS smaller, he learned he had to try harder and fight meaner to overcome his size difference.
This part of his youth instilled a tendency to be extremely protective of those in situations where they are targeted by those physically larger.
"Hoi, trog. Put the doorf down and try me on for size."
Kyuzo has always had a mouth on him. He’s confident and often cocky, and he doesn’t generally keep his comments to himself. In circles familiar with him, he is simply known as loud, engaging, but friendly. To those not familiar with him however, he can easily be annoying, to say the least.
"Yeah, I know Kyooz. He's like, a fine bottle of wine. No one at this fucking bar likes wine..."
While Kyuzo is not racist, he WILL make racist comments. Generally, he refers to those close to him with racial and derogatory terms of “endearment” (‘you owe me a drink sqwattie’ or ‘hey breeder, where the frak’ve you been?’).
He isn’t a genius, but he’s smart--and exceptionally street smart. In spite of that, he doesn’t often show his intelligence so that people often underestimate him. He’ll often say things or act out in ways that make him seem slow—even going so far as to be cheated or swindled on occasions to get people talking.
Bio: Kyuzo spent his early years in Detroit until a botched run put him in the crosshairs of Ares. That logically sent him packing, at 14, to the Confederate States where he spend about a year before a series of incidents left him...unwelcomed. For the past 2 years he’s been in Chicago running odd runs when nuyen was needed, sometimes just for something to do. He has been in several bloody confrontations that have led to some of his street names, such as Blue Devil and The One Armed Demon.
He lives in a very, very modest apartment (a few steps up from a coffin) by himself.
Kyuzo is a fighter. He’s trained in hand to hand combat in several different forms, all made all the more deadly after his body modifications. His shins have spots of calcified skin, making his kicks have a bit more UMPH behind them.
Cyberware/Bioware: Left arm: (1.5) Ares ChameleArm V1.1 (synthetic arm; added reflexes and strength; titanium tips) +cyberholster housing a Colt SP; a 5 round small handgun loaded with Sabot rounds +adrenal boosters and pain suppressors +datajack (hard and wireless)
Right ear: (.5) Sony V-ear unit (enhanced hearing, audio recording) +balance augmenter Right eye: (.25) Yamatetsu Tech Eye B (Combat HUD with enhanced peripherals) +Ares Fight Link (smart link combat system) +NeoNET DeckLink (allows access to cyberdeck in “hands free” mode visible on a non-combat HUD)
Spleen: (.25) pathogenic enhancer and toxin extractor
Legs: (.75) Evo E-Tek MuscleMax 2.0 Bioware (muscle replacement on both legs)
Loadout: Weapons: (while possessing many weapons, they are carried according to necessity) -Colt Modified “streetsweeper” (modified shotgun: 10 round magazine with varied shell loads; fully automatic; fully ILLEGAL) [Chops down trees, cars, Lone Star and more!] -Ares Predator III (heavy pistol; older version; less tech, higher caliber) +SmartLink; silencer (optional); extended magazines [Reach out and touch someone...to death.] -Knight Errant SFAR carbine (tactical assault rifle; slightly lower mag size, larger caliber) +SmartLink; sound suppressor; 50 round drum magazines [Low magazine size? That’s why God invented DRUMS!] -Luger HPR (5 shot revolver firing corrosive copper rounds designed for unmatched body armor penetration...the rounds penetrate so well in fact, that they're illegal!) [He should have hid behind something thicker...a LOT thicker.] -Ares Deimos AR (mid/long range assault rifle) +SmartScope; bipod; flash/sound suppressor combination [My kill, my bonus.] -FN Urban Protector (small machine pistol; not too powerful, not too accurate, but enormous mag size) +folding stock; laser sight; inside-barrel sound silencing system [Quality over quantity, right? Then again, a non-stop rain of bullets DOES have its own quality.] -Kukri (electronically modified and coded to ChameleArm; can emit shock to stun, or activate microfilament tip to puncture armor) [Just the tip...] -Trenchknife (it’s a fucking trenchknife!) [Not sure if you wanna cave in someone's skull, or stab them to death? Why not do both?!?] -Grenades (frag, incendiary, and strobe-system flash packs) [Catch!] -ProTek Shock Knuckles (basically brass knuckles that can stun if activated) [What's worse: 500 volts stunning you unconscious, or getting your teeth knocked out? Not sure? Go ask that troll over there, he just got both.] -Toshiro GyroKnives (2 sets of 6 throwing knives with mini-gyros allowing for amazing accuracy, especially when used with SmartLink systems) I may be a liddle drunk BURP but theeth thinkth pratilly throw theyselfs. -Ballis-Tech HAJ 300 (full length armored jacket including forearms, bicep, chest and back plates) [Confirmed. Two hits. Target down, I repeat, targe--...Drek, target on the move, I repeat TARGET ON THE MOVE!] -Improvised armor - Combining ARTech FAPI (firearm protection inserts) plates and Aztechnology Gecko Grip combat adhesive, if the situation dictates, he'll glue plates onto his clothing for additional protection, mainly focusing on vitals and not so much becoming a tin can. This is a cheap alternative to armored clothing, but it allows adaptability according to circumstances. [Target still on the move! Target taking multiple rounds to chest and head. Aim for legs... Aim for le-- Delay my last. Legs are armored too. Calling CP to request air support.]
Kyuzo at one point was a very capable, practicing wolf shaman. Because of his past however, he has renounced all things magic, forced his totem away, and refuses to even hint at it. If your character is especially attuned magically, they may sense something about him. Maybe feel his pull towards the wolf. Shit, they may be contacted BY his wolf spirit, as they bond for life and do not give up on their loved ones.
This is also a huge reason he is so hesitant to form any intimate bond with people. Those of the wolf spirit are not carte blanche, general protectors. They are fiercely loyal and protective of those they consider part of their "pack." He has severe mental issues and PTSD from past events resulting in those of his pack being harmed, especially due to his own actions, or in cases where he was unable to protect them.
In cases where he forcibly parts way with someone close, there are periods of anxiety and sometimes depression, except if there is a valid reason for the decision--such as, oh you just tried to kill me, or you sold out our team.
Suffice it to say, he often avoids forming any real bond with anyone and has developed a method of keeping business relationships separate from personal relationships.
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Other runners.
“No’me” is a term Kyuzo uses that can be substituted with “I don’t,” “I won’t,” “I wouldn’t,” and so on. Essentially it’s saying “Kyuzo doesn’t…”
There is also a VEEEERY slight Russian accent under his ork speech.
Traction – “First, Yegor not trust humans. A breeders is always out for self. Humans feel weak ‘n plain ‘n whatever. An’ humans like Traction, always inside the machines ‘n matrix, too sneaky. Easy to hide things in matrix. She hide something. Yegor not see what she doing, who she talking to. Yegor not so much like Traction. She think Yegor stupid. No’me trust, not at all.”
Kyuzo doesn’t like Traction. She’s too distant, she’s shady, and something about her screams that she has no sense of being part of a pack. There’s an air of coolness about her, but it seems more like complete detachment and while not everyone in a group of runners has to get matching BFF tattoos, you have to know that someone is more willing to have your back than to turn their own. She hasn’t shown anything portraying that and Kyuzo doesn’t think it’s there.
...but Kyuzo also thinks she’s fucking hot...
Caewil – “Yegor not racist, but Yegor not really trust elfs. They live long, think they smart, always <<takes a moment to look up some words on his internal thesaurus>> conduhscendin’. Now some elfs, they ok after a while. Cath though, too feline. Cats’re like women. Not loyal. Induhpendent. Shifty. Yegor never seent a cat with one cat, and same cat next time. Give dog food, it wag tail. Give cat food, it go away. Anyway, elf bones break in fights. Who wants that? Not Yegor. So Cath, smooth talker. Can convince troll he’s half elf, you know? Better at talkin’ than fightin’ Yegor think. Cath don't think Yegor smart. Cath ok, but no’me trust her. Pretty lil’ elf though.”
Sometimes, Kyuzo looks at Caewil and see’s what could have been with him and it leaves him somewhat bitter and self loathing. However, he finds her smart and capable, albeit somewhat high-and-mighty and thinking too highly of herself. So long as it doesn’t interfere with runs though, it’s a moot point. He thinks her capable at her job, which is the most important thing.
....Kyuzo also finds her attractive...
Damien. – “No’me trust ones from Cal’forna. That place, dreg of world. And breeders from there, Yegor know humans, have breeder friends. But breeders from there, no’me like, no’me trust. Nomad though, Yegor think he from some’ere else. He quiet, n’ old, n’ have guns prolly older than Yegor, but he good enough man. He seem to Yegor, somewhat like, a knight. Or somethin’. Sometime though, Yegor think old man think Yegor too stupid.
Anyway, Yegor tell him, ‘old man, you get cyberwares! They make old, brittle human bones strong! Old eyes good. You get wares’ you be strong and tough like Yegor! Become strong like tank!’
Yegor not really trust Nomad. Too old, and from over there. Nothing good come from Cal’forna.”
Kyuzo finds Damien to be his favorite member of the group. “Favorite” used lightly. He’s solid and dependable, time tested, and he is a team player. He thinks that even if Damien doesn’t know it, there’s some wolf spirit in him. He is the member of the group that Kyuzo is most curious about because he’s aged so much and been through, presumably, a lot. Kyuzo is only 17 years old and really, only 5 or 6 of those years have been outside of his formative years. Aged wisdom and experience is something hard to come by these days, and Kyuzo respects that, although his façade doesn’t allow him to express that.
…he also does NOT find Damien attractive….
Garett – “Yegor not racist against no one, but no’me trust humans much. Recluse though, that breeder, he odd mix. He all drug this, sleep that, always on some weird astra trip. Yegor think he need to keep head in the dirt, feet on the ground ya know? No'me think Recluse thinks Yegor is stupid. Yegor like that. But, Yegor think breeder boy jus' too high to care.
Recluse not bad though. Good shot, don’t miss. Well, sometime, boollet come so close, Yegor feel it, you know? Maybe Recluse DOES miss, but tryin’a shoot Yegor, no? <<throaty laugh>>
But. No’me trust this man. Any person in drugs and playing in astra things, they hiding from something. Not sure what, but he hiding. Yegor not trust people hiding from things.”
Yegor trusts Garett but his only fear is that at some point, some run, his battle with his addictions will be something that affects the team. He can’t quite put a finger on it, but Garett seems to be out to prove something. Be it to himself, someone else, or something else, he isn’t sure.
He fully expects that one day, they’ll find Garett’s corpse after a drug binge. He doesn’t trust him because of his addiction.
Kanchana – “Ha. Yegor and Kali go back. Yegor know her well. No’me trust her. Human. Female. Four arms. That like… <<he accesses his computer for several long moments after searching formulae and seeking online help>> That like two times more hands to backstab you with.
<<he wrinkles a brow, seeming confused>> That not seem like a lot... Four arms, but only two times?
<<shrug>> Kali need some zen or hobby or something. Kali all shoot up, shoot shit, break shit aaaahhh <<makes many exaggerated hand gestures and a mocking voice>> One time. Yegor tell her, "Kali. Stop. Look. You shoot, shoot. Four guns. Bullets bullets. Kali, that man behind steel wall. Go around and shoot him!" This is called to flank.
Yegor tell Kali. “Kali, you suck at running. All shoot shoot. Not thinking. Kali have four arms. Make helluva joygirl! Make four men happy at once. Ha! That may been first time Kali shoot Yegor...
No one really like Kali. No’me think Kali even like Kali. Kali, she not smart. Come on. Lot’sa runners pay many nuyen for four arms. Yegor give right arm for four arms! Ha! Yegor make joke! Four arms mean 4 cyber arms. Kali drownin’ in so many drugs and BTLs, she doesn’t even see. Yegor see Kali fraggin’ run, Traction buzzin’ out before she know what happened. Nomad break hip and need help, Cath try to talk way past bullets, and Recluse, ha. He cold slab in meat rack.
And Yegor. Ha. Then, fun begin for Yegor. Yegor. Kill. Everything.
....Old man not cybered. Kali four-arms not cybered. Breeder buried in matrix. Cat woman all talk, no fight. Other human, so high, as well be cosmo--whatever. Be in big dark. What the frag. This why so badass to be ork, yeah?
Edit list: Added some weapons/armor. Added his spoiler about magic. Added his opinions about teammates. Added his opinion of Kali.
As John Cusack so eloquently put it in the movie High Fidelity. "...I've been listening to my gut since I was 14 years old, and frankly speaking, I've come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains."
I know. I've ran a few RPs, and I know that usually once RPs start, there is that initial frenzy. I find a lot of...less devoted RPers tend to bail after that initial frenzied pace isn't sustained.
Sounds great.
Any particular role you'd like me to fill at this time, or should I go with the loud mouth, crude, first-to-throw-the-punch, over-sized meta?
Hey Kraux, what is your expected post time frame? I'm interested, but my life is very chaotic at the moment (I can PM the specifics if you'd like) and I do not want to get involved if I cannot meet your expectations.
I can post about 2 times a week. Sometimes, I can post more, but 2 shouldn't be an issue.
I'd be looking to do an ork or troll ANTI-face. Shoots first, quick to make an inappropriate comment, but worth his metaphorical and literal weight when it comes down to a firefight. However, I am more than willing to take any role if it helps round the group out. I also have no issues running multiple chars (I love killing my own chars) and NPCs.
Hey all. I'm a few sunsets over 30, and I live in Michigan.
I'm a former Marine, currently kind of going to school.
I've been RPing since AOL, so that's like <counts, then recounts, then sighs>, over 15 years.
I RP at an advance level.
I'm pretty awesome, but I'm kind of direct, prickly, and assertive in terms of the RPs I participate in and the people I RP with.
Feel free to drop me a line any time about pretty much anything.
Go easy.
Az
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hey all. I'm a few sunsets over 30, and I live in Michigan.<br><br>I'm a former Marine, currently kind of going to school.<br><br>I've been RPing since AOL, so that's like <counts, then recounts, then sighs>, over 15 years.<br><br>I RP at an advance level.<br><br>I'm pretty awesome, but I'm kind of direct, prickly, and assertive in terms of the RPs I participate in and the people I RP with. <br><br>Feel free to drop me a line any time about pretty much anything. <br><br>Go easy. <br><br>Az</div>
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