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First IC post is up! Have fun!
Friday, August 1, 2014
In the center of Sentinel Stadium, Coach Carriel strides among rows of fully suited players. "Today..." he has his pure white visor on, along with a pair of aviators, "...is the first day of pre-season conditioning. Stretch it out, boys!" His skin is tan, and a bit wrinkled. For a 50-something year old grouch, he wasn't looking too old, even after spending the last 11 years out in the sun in what seemed like constant anger and passion. These years were definitely stressful for him, but no doubt they were fulfilling. After serving on the coaching staff for the Broncos, he was glad to be head coach at his alma mater.
Why does he need both? Rafa was at the head of the pack with couple other seniors on either side of him, leading stretches. He was still in awe at the freshmen. They were the top recruits across the nation, and definitely had some size on the graduates. He spotted Bustamante, the supposed defensive prodigy from Houston. Right behind him was McKenna, a sizable guy he'd be watching hard throughout the preseason. I guess all these motherfuckers have some fantastic high school story.
Rafa leaned a bit right towards Adam, his choice running back. They both locked down their starting positions Sophomore year, and shared a love-hate relationship ever since. In fact, they've become fairly friendly, even if it was just a superficial friendship based of their commonalities as jock douche bags. "Yo, Adam. It's preseason. Ready to lay out some freshmen?" He had a tone of cockiness, with an undertone of curiosity. Drills were always a great way for Rafa to start off a season. It was the only time he could actually deliver some hits, even if it was just during practice.
The sun stood directly overhead, and the heat beat down on them. The bleachers seemed like mountains surrounding them, but not even they could provide the slightest bit of shade. Today's the day. We'll see what these bitches are made of.
In the center of Sentinel Stadium, Coach Carriel strides among rows of fully suited players. "Today..." he has his pure white visor on, along with a pair of aviators, "...is the first day of pre-season conditioning. Stretch it out, boys!" His skin is tan, and a bit wrinkled. For a 50-something year old grouch, he wasn't looking too old, even after spending the last 11 years out in the sun in what seemed like constant anger and passion. These years were definitely stressful for him, but no doubt they were fulfilling. After serving on the coaching staff for the Broncos, he was glad to be head coach at his alma mater.
Why does he need both? Rafa was at the head of the pack with couple other seniors on either side of him, leading stretches. He was still in awe at the freshmen. They were the top recruits across the nation, and definitely had some size on the graduates. He spotted Bustamante, the supposed defensive prodigy from Houston. Right behind him was McKenna, a sizable guy he'd be watching hard throughout the preseason. I guess all these motherfuckers have some fantastic high school story.
Rafa leaned a bit right towards Adam, his choice running back. They both locked down their starting positions Sophomore year, and shared a love-hate relationship ever since. In fact, they've become fairly friendly, even if it was just a superficial friendship based of their commonalities as jock douche bags. "Yo, Adam. It's preseason. Ready to lay out some freshmen?" He had a tone of cockiness, with an undertone of curiosity. Drills were always a great way for Rafa to start off a season. It was the only time he could actually deliver some hits, even if it was just during practice.
The sun stood directly overhead, and the heat beat down on them. The bleachers seemed like mountains surrounding them, but not even they could provide the slightest bit of shade. Today's the day. We'll see what these bitches are made of.
KnightsTemplar said
Scott McKenna.
Approved.
"Surprise me," is what Tama told the waitress. He was not familiar with the cuisine here, and put on the mindset that he'd be more open minded to New Beginning's ways. He was not about to inquire too much into the flavors or health aspects, but figured if he could stomach food found and cooked in the desert that he could handle whatever this place had to offer.
To think, there are still so many others I have yet to meet. Tama was impressed so far by those who turned out. Everybody had some substantial opinion, however far they were from his own. He was glad to be here, and realized he had done more for Incultan foreign relations in a few conversations than in his entire career leading up to this point.
He toyed with his fingers a bit, remembering the names of those he met and wherever they hailed from. Suddenly, a voice uttered before him. It sounded like a greeting, but he was unsure of the language. It was foreign, and like nothing he had heard before.
He faced the man, and saw a fairly young man. He seemed far too young to be here, too soft spoken, but just from his appearance Tama could tell this man was definitely an official.
"Can I help you?" he said, in a welcoming tone.
To think, there are still so many others I have yet to meet. Tama was impressed so far by those who turned out. Everybody had some substantial opinion, however far they were from his own. He was glad to be here, and realized he had done more for Incultan foreign relations in a few conversations than in his entire career leading up to this point.
He toyed with his fingers a bit, remembering the names of those he met and wherever they hailed from. Suddenly, a voice uttered before him. It sounded like a greeting, but he was unsure of the language. It was foreign, and like nothing he had heard before.
He faced the man, and saw a fairly young man. He seemed far too young to be here, too soft spoken, but just from his appearance Tama could tell this man was definitely an official.
"Can I help you?" he said, in a welcoming tone.
[Name:] Micah Villiados
[Age:] 21
[Gender:] Male
[Appearance:]
[Glamour Form:] None.
[Short Bio:] Micah was born into Polynesian royalty, but was outcast at the age of 3 to a Darktown orphanage after the fall of his country's imperial ways. He lived a miserable life, suffering beat-downs from the other orphans and abuse from the staff until his escape at age 7. He soon found himself on his own in the streets of Darktown, jumping between crews, scamming one after another, and killing members in an attempt to assert his dominance. He accumulated wealth from the dead, and consolidated it all into a bank account under his name. He leaves no paper trail of any of his activities, self-renovating broken down structures and converting them into his safe houses. He contracts work to various Darktown dealers, and often does the dirty work for Darktown's elite. He has been labeled as an "Enforcer", and conducts his personal life in the shadows of these broken streets.
[3 Strengths:]
[3 Weaknesses:]
[Magical Artifact:] Silver Dragon pendant about the size of a thumb. It hangs off of Micah's neck from a thin silver chain, where links are seamless and comprise the entire chain with no fault.
[Age:] 21
[Gender:] Male
[Appearance:]
- 6'8, 265 lbs
- Muscle fat.
[Glamour Form:] None.
[Short Bio:] Micah was born into Polynesian royalty, but was outcast at the age of 3 to a Darktown orphanage after the fall of his country's imperial ways. He lived a miserable life, suffering beat-downs from the other orphans and abuse from the staff until his escape at age 7. He soon found himself on his own in the streets of Darktown, jumping between crews, scamming one after another, and killing members in an attempt to assert his dominance. He accumulated wealth from the dead, and consolidated it all into a bank account under his name. He leaves no paper trail of any of his activities, self-renovating broken down structures and converting them into his safe houses. He contracts work to various Darktown dealers, and often does the dirty work for Darktown's elite. He has been labeled as an "Enforcer", and conducts his personal life in the shadows of these broken streets.
[3 Strengths:]
- Wealthy: Large amount of money stored in both the bank and various safe houses.
- Influential: Micah's name is known, yet he prefers to be a relatively unknown character in Darktown. Those who know of him know him as a sort of authority and not much else.
- Strength: Possesses an almost unnatural strength, which he often uses to intimidate his enemies in mere physical stature.
[3 Weaknesses:]
- Irresponsible: Micah is not one to clean up after himself after doing his dirty work. He relies on his low-key status to shield him, and has become somewhat spoiled because of it.
- Anger Issues: Micah is very susceptible to anger, and often makes many irrational decisions because of it.
- Unambitious: Micah has no plans of achieving success, power, or fame. He's content in his current situation, preferring a slightly adventurous life that can continually feed his ego.
[Magical Artifact:] Silver Dragon pendant about the size of a thumb. It hangs off of Micah's neck from a thin silver chain, where links are seamless and comprise the entire chain with no fault.
Drafting the first post now. It should be up by Friday.
thegreenleafe said
I just molested the 49ers on madden 25
Well, shit. With who?
I like the tone of gold, but I feel like the design isn't flashy enough for a D-1 college team.
QueenOfTheBee said
Name: Adam Carrell
Approved.
QueenOfTheBee said
Haha, as I posted that I got a gif of Kaepernick killing it.
And 49er's are my team! I'm just waiting for the season to finally start.
KnightsTemplar said
We gonna be in a pre-established conferance, or you gonna make one up?
I was planning on leaving it vague, like the school's location, but worst-case scenario I'd throw us in either the Independents or SEC.
QueenOfTheBee said
I'm going to make a couple of Nike uniforms before you make your decision, see how you like them.HB character incoming!
Looking forward to both. Also, the Sentinel State University universe is in progress here. The football program is still subject to change, so don't hesitate to make any suggestions!
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