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State of Tin Mona, Moonlands
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(Skyline) Galea, Sopor
I M M I G R A N T
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Masters of Economics : Montes Rook International University
B.A. in Religion : Tin Mona University
B.A. in Religion : Tin Mona University
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Chairman : Epiphanes Financial Zome
Private Owner : Galea Maejor Resort
At-Large Member : State of Galea, Department of Culture & Arts
Archeological Contractor : State of Tin Mona
Sergeant : Tin Mona Army, 1st Column
Private Owner : Galea Maejor Resort
At-Large Member : State of Galea, Department of Culture & Arts
Archeological Contractor : State of Tin Mona
Sergeant : Tin Mona Army, 1st Column
- B I O G R A P H Y -
Epiphanes served as Sergeant for Tin Mona during the Sin-Mona War. Upon his return, he attended Tin Mona University, where he received his Bachelor of Arts in Religion and was promptly contracted by his government as an archeologist inspecting recently conquered lands. After a time, Epiphanes began negotiating inter-planetary contracts between Tin Mona and several Sopori Skylines, with respect to galleries and more lucrative pieces of art. As a stipulation of his contract, his government paid for him to attend Montes Rook International University for his Master's of Economics.
After another time, Epiphanes was caught by Tin Mona for smuggling undocumented pieces from the domain. He fled to Galea, where much of his money resided. He purchased a 5-star resort and quickly acclimated to the Galean high class. He invested much of his money in several other major operations in Galea and surrounding regions.
2 Jericho Powers
Wide Receiver
6'3 || 205 lbs
Hometown
Baton Rouge, LA
High School
McKinley Senior High School
Major / Minor
Classical Studies
Year
Senior
Biography
Between an unknown father and a mother who prioritized her speedballs over eating, Jericho Powers went through most of his life on his own. He lived in a one-bedroom apartment in the ghettoes of Louisiana, but slept on the couch so he wouldn't disrupt his mom's highs. He spent most of his childhood outside of his home, taking part in gang activity and running drugs for the older kids to make some extra pocket money.
Jericho was a persistent straight-A student, finding homework and basic study easily done during school hours. He was seen with promise by his teachers, except for his aggressive attitude towards everyone around him and his continued involvement with petty crime. In 8th grade, Jericho was caught hot-wiring a car in a museum parking lot. Rather than being cast off to a juvenile detention center, the owner asked for leniency, and Jericho was forced to intern at an exhibit for ancient Greek and Roman art for a short time. He developed a hidden passion for the Classics, but subsequently returned to running along the streets with his cohorts.
In high school, Jericho's counselor suggested he pick up an extracurricular activity to keep him out of trouble. His exceptional height had made him a prospect for the basketball team, but he leaned more towards football. Playing tight end and linebacker his freshman year, Jericho recorded 8 touchdowns and 3 sacks. His school was not the most impressive for athletics, but local sports buffs quickly took notice his sophomore year, when Jericho's coaches bumped him up to Varsity and groomed him as a wide receiver.
By his junior year, Jericho became known throughout his division for his exceptional speed for a guy of his height. He was deadly, outperforming his defenders and keeping a body orientation that was tough to take down. In his senior year, he ended the regular season dubbed the top high school receiver in the South.
Jericho never saw any recruiters at practice or his games, but Sentinel State had apparently taken notice. Their front office paid a visit to his home, and without much negotiation given a full ride already on the table, Jericho was quick to accept their offer. He found the team to be a slightly more mature version of his social groups back home, with less crime and more positivity, and school to be far more interesting than anything the inner city had to offer for him. He landed a starting position his junior year and looks to be a league leader this season, but when asked about his plans after college, all he's responded with is "Archaeology".
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I bet my dad could beat up all of your dads.
Yeah, sorry. I was drafting my own, too.
"Wow! This is beautiful!"
"I know! The image is so clear, but it doesn't draw too much away from the rest."
Tagi held the coin in his hands. It about the diameter of his thumb and sat heavy in his palm. He felt the dragon etched on the surface. The lines were clearly there, but they were so fine that he couldn't even make them out. It was almost as if someone drew them on, but there was no smudging the surface.
"I can give you the name of the artist, if you'd like."
"Please."
The merchant scribbled something down on a piece of parchment and placed it in Tagi's hand. After a bit of small-talk, they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
Tagi frequented Kizun a couple times a year. It's market scene was not the most extravagant, but it certainly remained one of the more interesting places for art. He would get glimpses of rare and not-so-well-known pieces, much like the one he had just seen today. Artists waiting to be discovered, techniques pleading to be heard, talent begging to be recognized...are things Tagi found to deserve the most appreciation.
After a little browsing, peeping kiosks and seeing more and more generic works, Tagi grew famished. He soon wandered into a tavern. The smells emanating from the kitchen watered his mouth. Drifting aromas of cooking meats made his stomach rumble. The room grew cozy, and maybe even a bit disorienting, both stimulating and relaxing, the way any customer should be when they await a meal they actually look forward to.
"Meat over rice, please!"
Tagi left his satchel and quiver on as he took his seat. He was always cautious about putting his stuff down in public. Slight paranoia always stuck him when it came to his belongings. He only brought what he thought was absolutely necessary, and in his mind, that meant he couldn't afford to lose any of it.
The first bite of his meal made his jaw quiver. It was still hot, but the flavors of the meat coated his tongue. He couldn't help but crack a smile, and soon began engorging himself in his plate. He sat alone somewhere around the middle of the room and shamelessly shoveled his food into his mouth.
Nearing the end of his plate, with the initial relief meeting a satisfaction that creeped up on his mind and stomach, Tagi took more notice of the rest of the tavern. He glanced over his shoulder and saw some people checking out some board at the end of the room. Bears was the only word that his brain managed to process. He thought nothing of it, but stayed curious as a young woman appeared to be making a pitch to another customer. Curious himself, Tagi stood up and walked over to see the board for himself.
"I know! The image is so clear, but it doesn't draw too much away from the rest."
Tagi held the coin in his hands. It about the diameter of his thumb and sat heavy in his palm. He felt the dragon etched on the surface. The lines were clearly there, but they were so fine that he couldn't even make them out. It was almost as if someone drew them on, but there was no smudging the surface.
"I can give you the name of the artist, if you'd like."
"Please."
The merchant scribbled something down on a piece of parchment and placed it in Tagi's hand. After a bit of small-talk, they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
Tagi frequented Kizun a couple times a year. It's market scene was not the most extravagant, but it certainly remained one of the more interesting places for art. He would get glimpses of rare and not-so-well-known pieces, much like the one he had just seen today. Artists waiting to be discovered, techniques pleading to be heard, talent begging to be recognized...are things Tagi found to deserve the most appreciation.
After a little browsing, peeping kiosks and seeing more and more generic works, Tagi grew famished. He soon wandered into a tavern. The smells emanating from the kitchen watered his mouth. Drifting aromas of cooking meats made his stomach rumble. The room grew cozy, and maybe even a bit disorienting, both stimulating and relaxing, the way any customer should be when they await a meal they actually look forward to.
"Meat over rice, please!"
Tagi left his satchel and quiver on as he took his seat. He was always cautious about putting his stuff down in public. Slight paranoia always stuck him when it came to his belongings. He only brought what he thought was absolutely necessary, and in his mind, that meant he couldn't afford to lose any of it.
The first bite of his meal made his jaw quiver. It was still hot, but the flavors of the meat coated his tongue. He couldn't help but crack a smile, and soon began engorging himself in his plate. He sat alone somewhere around the middle of the room and shamelessly shoveled his food into his mouth.
Nearing the end of his plate, with the initial relief meeting a satisfaction that creeped up on his mind and stomach, Tagi took more notice of the rest of the tavern. He glanced over his shoulder and saw some people checking out some board at the end of the room. Bears was the only word that his brain managed to process. He thought nothing of it, but stayed curious as a young woman appeared to be making a pitch to another customer. Curious himself, Tagi stood up and walked over to see the board for himself.
@mskennedy615 Sure thing!
Sorry, everything is still getting drafted right now, but if you just follow the CS format in the other tab and post yours here, everything should be chill.
Promise, it'll all be done soon!
Sorry, everything is still getting drafted right now, but if you just follow the CS format in the other tab and post yours here, everything should be chill.
Promise, it'll all be done soon!
49 Mason Magus (C)
Inside Linebacker
6'5 || 267 lbs
Hometown
Forestville, MD
High School
Suitland High School
Major / Minor
Indo-European History
Year
Senior
Biography
Mason Magus was born to a middle class family in suburban Maryland. As an only child, his parents were cautious about his after school activities. Mason wanted to join the peewee football league, but his parents opted for youth basketball. Soon enough, he found himself making his middle school's team, partially attributable to a growth spurt, showing early promise as a shooting guard.
In high school, Mason's parents had relented and allowed him to try out for football. He and his friends had thought it would be cool for the crew to join together. They found themselves among the popular kids, climbing the social ladder and collecting praise near the end of every week. His reputation only soared when he made varsity basketball in his first year.
Mason's ego grew over the next 4 years. By sophomore year, he made varsity football as a linebacker, and by junior year, he secured a starting spot. He suffered through practices and thrived on the pressure of game day. He embraced the jock-douchebag persona, but still somehow managed to get along with most everyone he interacted with. His grades slumped, but at his parents' insistence he always managed to score decently. He made All-American his senior year, and ranked among the top prospects for college recruiters.
By the time they began making their rounds at his school, Mason had the difficult choice between playing college basketball or college football. Three seasons of Blue Mountain State later, he decided on football. Another couple hours of researching party schools, he knew he wanted to go to Sentinel State. When their scouts came, he gave them the performance of a lifetime. When their letter hit his mailbox, he immediately called their front office to make his pledge.
When university life started, Mason got everything he wanted, and more. Schoolwork was ten times harder, and practices were more brutal with domineering coaches, but it seemed to make the whole experience more worthwhile. For the first time, Mason had felt a true appreciation for the sport. Fighting like a gladiator in the eyes of thousands of fans, Mason saw what he did as an art form. The exhilaration of being on the field was more profound than anything a pill or a one-night stand could bring out of him.
He's been a started since last season, and this year he's been named a team captain. He's had his moments of fame in the segments of ESPN commentators, and now he carries hope that this season will secure his spot in the NFL.
Equipment
UA HeatGear Armour Twist Compression Tank
UA Fierce VI Football Gloves
UA Highlight MC Football Cleats
Alexander Carriel
Head Coach
6'0 || 225 lbs
Hometown
Washington, D.C.
Age
57
2016 Season Roster
Head Coach
Alexander Carriel10 Oliver Graham QB (C)
2 Jericho Powers WR
49 Mason Magus ILB (C)
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