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Sonic - The New Generation

"What is it?" replied Sonic.

Sonic - The New Generation

"Lord Sonic, we have a problem" said Boruto's dad.

Sonic - The New Generation

As Sonic stared at the super powerful guns, Boruto's dad came in.

Sonic - The New Generation

very nice.

Sonic - The New Generation

Sonic looked upon the defenses of Neo-Edo castle. "Hmm"

Sonic - The New Generation

Sonic - The New Generation

Ok so I was playing the Sonic game Sonic™ Forces and I wanted to do an rp.

Rules: No rules except my rules. No post restrictions.

I will be sonic.

Plot: Eggman, Cell, and Sasuke Uchiha have formed an Axis of Evil and are working to overthrow the fair and just Japanese emperor Tokugawa Ieyasu XII from his throne in Neo-Edo. You are part of the strike team sent in to stop them.

Multiverse rp, all fandoms allowed. OC ideas allowed.

If you want here is the cs, but it isn't needed if you are playing a character that already exists:

pic:
name:
powers:
theme song:

(I don't need a cs because you already know who Sonic is!)

Just tell me who you are or send a cs (if OC) before you post. Thank you :^)

Hello!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ N.A. Veeseal ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

What the fuck did you just say about me, Stranger?

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I’m not surprised to see you little bitches here. Many adventurers have traveled this way since my recent secret raids on Al-Qaeda have passed. No doubt you’ve heard about my over 300 confirmed kills here at the Guild. Some say that my gorilla warfare, bane of my targets, is slowly enveloping my secret network of spies once again. I don’t know if I believe that, but I have noticed from time to time that maggots are wiped the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth. They disappear without word and without notice, hidden by the storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. Maybe it’s nothing. But rumors and sideways glances seems to show I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. You see, shortly before Guildfall had occurred similar "clever" comments that brought down unholy retribution. But until I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, I'll be here and so will you. You’ll find I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed force. However, I would make sure you hold your fucking tongue. But if you’re still alive before then, I’ll make sure you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

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» ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴏ

ok :^)

» ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴏ

Richard Wrangel

R i c h a r d W r a n g e l

t h e m e
“I’m a complex character — a real Renaissance man. My mother always told me I had something that put me above the rest. I trust her judgement. After all, she gave birth to a Renaissance man”

Age ::
— 28

Gender ::
— Male

Nationality ::
— American

Occupation ::
— Vice President at Carlyle & DuPont (a subsidiary of Geiger Corporation), a firm that specializes in financial consultation and analysis. The title is little more than the corporate equivalent of a golden sticker, as it is clear that there are quite a number of vice presidents within the company. At work, Richard manages a small group of individuals, although this management role entails little more than sitting in his office waiting for a meeting. Other responsibilities include occasionally chastising his subservience and sneaking peeks at his secretary’s ass.

Place of Residence ::
— Diamond Heights Building 3C, 44th floor, Room E

Cybernetics ::
— High grade neural augmentation to assist in cognition, decision making, and problem solving by increasing the rate at which the brain can process information
— Cybernetic retinal implants to assist with vision problems and enhance ocular abilities

Bio ::
— Richard’s life began on a comfortable Summer afternoon within a clean yet cozy hospital room. His father was an accomplished lawyer, while his mother often found money by dabbling in literature. Their home was a large penthouse in the luxurious part of the city, decorated with elaborate post-modern paintings and the most expensive furniture and upholstery they could afford. In his childhood years, Richard was inundated with various toys, games, and electronics; it is no exaggeration to say that he was a pampered child. With no brothers or sisters, and few friends, Richard amused himself with the various distractions his parents gave him for quite some time. But, gradually, he began to grow tired and searched for more exciting things to placate him. At the age of 11, he received a pet tarantula spider: he was enthralled by it. He loved feeding it various bugs, watching the spider overpower whatever tiny insects he let loose within its enclosure. He seemed to have a great fascination with the predatory instincts of his pet, and would always be giddy with excitement whenever he saw a live bug he could feed to his spider.

As he grew into a young man, he partook in many of the same activities befitting his stature. He played on his high school's football team, he participated in student government, and he managed the school’s French club. To the outside world, he seemed like a perfectly well-adjusted kid, with a loving family and good grades in school. However, he was known by many of his peers as a caustic, manipulative, and mean individual, who always had a group of his friends around to strong-arm anyone that gave him lip.

As he got into college, Richard began to expand his network, while indulging in the same amount of hedonism and depravity as was expected of him. He drank, he smoked, he rode fast cars and he preyed upon women. None of these had any repercussions on his social status or school life, however. When he did go to classes, he was ostensibly studying business, but he often found himself skipping classes that seemed “too easy”, beneath him, or otherwise a waste of time. Nevertheless, he graduated within four years, and the connections his father had within the upper echelons of society guaranteed he landed a cushy job as soon as he left school.

His lust for fast cars and loose women has only grown as Richard aged. On a weekly basis he goes to whatever nightclub he can find to snort coke and copulate with whores. He rarely meets with any of the few friends he does have. And when he does, it’s mostly in a business environment, within a boardroom or discussing office management and sharing business cards. He spends most of his time during the week sitting in his office or doing something in his condominium. However, on rare occasions, to clear his mind, he likes to take a long ride in his flying car.

» ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴏ

Richard Wrangel

R i c h a r d W r a n g e l

t h e m e


“I’m a complex character — a real Renaissance man. My mother always told me I had something that put me above the rest. I trust her judgement. After all, she gave birth to a Renaissance man”

Age ::
— 28

Gender ::
— Male

Nationality ::
— American

Occupation ::
— Vice President at Carlyle & DuPont (a subsidiary of Geiger Corporation), a firm that specializes in financial consultation and analysis. The title is little more than the corporate equivalent of a golden sticker, as it is clear that there are quite a number of vice presidents within the company. At work, Richard manages a small group of individuals, although this management role entails little more than sitting in his office waiting for a meeting. Other responsibilities include occasionally chastising his subservience and sneaking peeks at his secretary’s ass.

Place of Residence ::
— Diamond Heights Building 3C, 44th floor, Room E

Cybernetics ::
— High grade neural augmentation to assist in cognition, decision making, and problem solving by increasing the rate at which the brain can process information
— Cybernetic retinal implants to assist with vision problems and enhance ocular abilities

Bio ::
— Richard’s life began on a comfortable Summer afternoon within a clean yet cozy hospital room. His father was an accomplished lawyer, while his mother often found money by dabbling in literature. Their home was a large penthouse in the luxurious part of the city, decorated with elaborate post-modern paintings and the most expensive furniture and upholstery they could afford. In his childhood years, Richard was inundated with various toys, games, and electronics; it is no exaggeration to say that he was a pampered child. With no brothers or sisters, and few friends, Richard amused himself with the various distractions his parents gave him for quite some time. But, gradually, he began to grow tired and searched for more exciting things to placate him. At the age of 11, he received a pet tarantula spider: he was enthralled by it. He loved feeding it various bugs, watching the spider overpower whatever tiny insects he let loose within its enclosure. He seemed to have a great fascination with the predatory instincts of his pet, and would always be giddy with excitement whenever he saw a live bug he could feed to his spider.

As he grew into a young man, he partook in many of the same activities befitting his stature. He played on his high school's football team, he participated in student government, and he managed the school’s French club. To the outside world, he seemed like a perfectly well-adjusted kid, with a loving family and good grades in school. However, he was known by many of his peers as a caustic, manipulative, and mean individual, who always had a group of his friends around to strong-arm anyone that gave him lip.

As he got into college, Richard began to expand his network, while indulging in the same amount of hedonism and depravity as was expected of him. He drank, he smoked, he rode fast cars and he preyed upon women. None of these had any repercussions on his social status or school life, however. When he did go to classes, he was ostensibly studying business, but he often found himself skipping classes that seemed “too easy”, beneath him, or otherwise a waste of time. Nevertheless, he graduated within four years, and the connections his father had within the upper echelons of society guaranteed he landed a cushy job as soon as he left school.

His lust for fast cars and loose women has only grown as Richard aged. On a weekly basis he goes to whatever nightclub he can find to snort coke and copulate with whores. He rarely meets with any of the few friends he does have. And when he does, it’s mostly in a business environment, within a boardroom or discussing office management and sharing business cards. He spends most of his time during the week sitting in his office or doing something in his condominium. However, on rare occasions, to clear his mind, he likes to take a long ride in his flying car.

UwU finally done. Let me know if I need to fix anything or if there are any mistakes.