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7 yrs ago
Current Latin hasnt been updated or even patched in YEARS! the developers are really slacking.. at least there's no loot boxes though.
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7 yrs ago
Waking up with a headache is one of the worst feelings..
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7 yrs ago
Day 3 of snow in eastern North Carolina. It brings me boundless joy
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its snowing in NC!!! :D
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Christmas is much less charming as an adult than as a child.

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Sorry I'm late. What was the outfit that Mikael had laid out for David?
Character's username/what they go by: Tosun

Real name: Tony Demarcus

Age: 18

Gender: male

Skills: (Three to four, the skills they focus most on. No special abilities such as dual wielding): One handed Curved Blade, sprint, acrobatics, meditation.

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Gear: Refer to picture

Short bio: Tony is an average 18 year old American gamer. With high school behind him and his first summer break as a graduate offering him limitless gaming before college, Tony found it a golden opportunity to experiment with full dive MMOs. He loved books and role playing games, the realm of fantasy being so much more interesting than his own boring reality. If you asked him to count the hours he spent clocked into his gaming or reading while pounding energy drinks and eating hot pockets, he'd have no idea. SAO was simply to appealing for him to ignore, his only regret not being able to beta test it. Gaming on a console with a controller was addicting enough and the thought of actually living the game brought forth a childlike excitement.

Personality in the game: The game hasn't really changed his outlook much. He can be antisocial at times and when he speaks he uses short sentences that are to the point. No beating around the bush. Inwardly however he secretly craves positive attention and is kind hearted. Tony might berate you afterwards but he'll help you if you're in need.

Personality in real life:

Their thoughts on being stuck in SAO: At first he was totally loving the idea of the VRMMO but now that he's stuck inside and death in the game means death in the real world he's not willing to take any unnecessary risks. At one point he'd thought that he'd die on the first night. His first priority is grinding and leveling as much as he can in order to become stronger.
David smiled at Trixy. He wasn't the lying type. "Im not a good liar at all. But I am a fast learner." he said and nearly knocked on Mikaels face when the door opened suddenly and the man poked his head out. The Vampire caught himself in time. Mikael was obviously as awestruck as he was at the sight of Trixy but the human quickly recovered and gestured for them to come in. David followed him in carrying his weapons and laid them out on the spare bed. "Alright. I need to fit all or most of those. The leg sheathes i can do without but the forearm blades are an absolute must." David was a good shot with his dual Glocks but he preferred to use his knives up close and personal. And the Vampire could throw them accurately at fifteen yards.

Their time was short but David waited for Trixy to come in and offer her advice before jumping into clothes that might not be fit for the mission.
The voices around the room were blurred noises, words indistinguishable. There were metal braces holding his arms and legs to the chair he was seated in as well as across his torso. His eyes came into focus and his hearing soon followed. There were other hybrids in the room, some similarly bound as he was and others not bound at all. Rage allowed himself a smirk. They thought him dangerous. Good. One by one the other bound Hybrids broke their bonds or were freed by one in particular. The beast looked more like a demon than anything else as it resembled no creature he'd ever seen. And he thought he had it bad. Fire was its element apparently as it went about the room melting bonds on other Hybrids.

Rages bonds were cast aside and he stood, stretching. The taut, powerfully chorded muscles beneath his fur flexed and his joints popped. A low growl emanated from his throat as he rolled his shoulders and flexed his claws. This so called Prince of Darkness was a real windbag but if he was out for human blood then Rage was more than happy to accompany him. Some girl shot the wall and Rage guessed that she was aiming for the male behind the woman offering peace and missed. Poor marksmanship. He scoffed at this. "Peace.." the White Tiger spat on the floor. "Peace is a lie. There is no peace. You humans started this now you'll see it through to your bloody ends."
I dont suppose theres a slot for say.. the ships First Mate/XO? someone to keep the Commanders seat warm when he's on the ground and if there so happens to be ship to ship combat?
The scent was strong. A putrid stench reeking of poison and ill tidings. And it was only getting closer. Rage increased the output of his frost aura, chilling the air around him to freezing temperatures. It would not stop the airborne toxin but perhaps slow it down enough for him to escape the area. The White Tiger was about to do just that when he caught another scent. Human? no this one was hybrid, a female hybrid. His eyes scanned the street in the direction of her scent and sure enough there was a young girl emerging from the shadows. Had she been stalking him? he wondered. Rage dismissed the notion entirely. None of the hybrids who knew him would brave such an endeavor and the younger ones simply found him too intimidating. She was here by accident. The girl was also feline though her mutation was not nearly as extreme as his own. They were a city block apart when she started climbing the buildings only to fall from the second story. "Shit" he cursed. It must be the toxins in the air. He couldn't tell if she was dead already or just unconscious.

With all of the speed and agility of a White Tiger, Rage covered the one block distance just in time to catch the girl in a dive and land into a roll. Saving damsels in distress.. playing the hero doesn't suit you. He told himself though he was slightly relieved that she was still alive. Unconscious then, it was knock out gas. Rage bared his fangs and snarled. That look would have frozen a human enemy in fear but alas, such an enemy as poison gas could not feel fear. The freezing air around them held it at bay for the most part but it would not last and Rage realized that the girl would likely catch frostbite and die if he kept it up. With great reluctance and more than a few curses he released his hold on the temperature and let the gas consume him.
Rage is being antisocial as per his nature. Someone is going to have to find him o.0
David would thank Trixy before she left via her vampiric speed. One of the powers that the male found most useful. Once it was just him and Mikael the human confirmed that he had an extra set of dress clothes he could use, which David prayed would be fitting for the plethora of knives he liked to carry in the field. The two walked back to their quarters and while Mikael went to his room to dress, David went to gather his weapons from his own room. Another Glock with holster that could be strapped pretty much anywhere on the body but was intended as the opposite side for his current under arm shoulder holster. His assortment of blades and sheathes came next. Two inner forearm sheathes, the cross body bandolier, and two calf sheathes. There were more of course but those were the easiest to conceal and each sported a full sized combat knife while the bandolier featured five smaller throwing knives. With the weaponry draped over his shoulder he exited the room and locked it behind him. Before he could take a step towards Mikaels room the door to the mens quarters opened and a very pleasant sight greeted him. Trixy strolled into the corridor in her mission outfit and Davids jaw nearly hit the floor. 'Wow..' he mouthed, quite visibly.

He noticed he was staring and quickly regained his composure. "Madame.. Trixy." he cleared his throat. "You look absolutely stunning." David said with a smile. "Well.. shall we attempt to turn this war dog into a proper Vampire gentleman?" he said with a laugh as he knocked on Mikaels door. She really was quite beautiful. He thought so before too but that outfit knocked him dead, in a manner of speaking.
Me too. I had pretty high hopes for this and ill be damned if they die.
Rage stalked through the crumbling ruins of the old city, his every move fluid and graceful as he slid among the rubble. Though he moved from shadow to shadow the White Tiger was not going for stealth, it was just habit. The ground behind him was paved in a path of ice made easier by the rainfall not long ago. His powers required no conduit, no payment in which he must sacrifice and thus was virtually limitless in how often he could use it. The only payment Rage had offered was his humanity in its entirety. No longer could he be a husband or a father living a normal life, that was taken from him. Now he is simply a weapon. A physical manifestation of his namesake and most predominant emotion. Rage.

Abandoned, rusting cars greeted him eerily on the streets as he passed by and their windows iced over at his passing. His world was a cold and lonely one. Humans were the enemy and he killed them remorselessly and Hybrids, his supposed people, mostly avoided him. He pulled his hood back as he walked, showing his strong feline features coated in white fur with black stripes. Rage was on the hunt now, sniffing the air as he went and looking for signs of humans.
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