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9 yrs ago
Current To all I'm in RPs with: I apologise if my replies are sparse. Life isn't kind.
10 yrs ago
BLUH

Bio

My name is DJ.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.

Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.

Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.

Most Recent Posts

Name
"Cole. That's all you need to know."
Cole



Age
"Nineteen bro. Gonna be twenty soon. Bitchin'."

Gender
"Dude. Definitely a dude. Last I checked I still had my junk and I ain't got no honkers."

Affiliation
"Bombers man, deffo Bombers.

Years with Gang
"About...a year now. Yeah, deffo a year."

Appearance
"Yo, so, like, when I first asked to join up with the Bombers, they done asked me what sorta animal I liked. And, well, shit I thought, like 'damn son it weird to get asked that and you wanna join a gang'. But then the guy what was askin' me was wearing this really cool house cat mask. And, like, I have a thing for cats. I love 'em. Got one at home, this lil' black guy (eyyy), cute lil' thing like a lil ball of puff. Called 'im Poof. So I told the guy 'yo cool cat, I love 'em cats yo.' And the guy was like 'a'ight here we got this.' And I got this neato black cat mask, man. Don't know what sorta cat, but damn if it don't look good.

Okay, so, like, I ain't the biggest man. I'm, like, what's the word for it, um, lean? Is that it? Yeah, I'm like all bone, lil' bit muscley. Love to dance, so like I got them glutes and lats and whatever from all that. Got a few scars on my knuckles from a few scraps I got in. Other than that, nothin' else. I'm a nigga too, so that's...a thing.

What I like to wear? Dude you for real? Well, um, I like wearin' shirts, mostly. Loose. Keep 'em loose, make 'em loose, y'know? And, like, baggy jeans and them sneakers. Jackets too. Those ol' high school jackets? Also them hooded jackets too. And I gotta have that bling, yo. Got myself this sweet gold chain tight round my neck. Dolla dolla bills yo!"


Personality
"Aw shit, nigga, this like one them psych tests in school? Shit man, this fo' real.

Well, um, shit what's a brother say man?

I, um, I ain't the sorta person that, like, gon fuck you 'n leave you hangin', naw man. I's loyal. Y'all need a man, I'm a man. I'm your man. I ain't gon' leave 'nother man hangin', no sir. Ain't what my pop taught me. He told me if'n you do that to a man, he gon' hate your guts fo' the rest ya life. Gon' hunt you down 'n make you remember. Make you pay. No sir, I ain't like that.

And I like t'be nice too. Y'know, in case y'all run into someone that needs someone. Y'know, like, yo' buddy sometimes they need someone t' talk to, y'know?"


Strengths
  • Agility and Speed - "Yo man, you need someone run up a fence fo' ya, or like do the hundred metre dash, I'm your man."
  • Street Smarts - "I've seen enough niggas get shot down on a street corner to see 'em comin' fo' they even start shootin'. I could probably tell you all the places that you can get yo' ride fixed fo' less than those stupid ass garages."
  • Stealth - "And I ain't sayin' this just cause I'm black."


Weaknesses
  • Not Very Strong - "Yo dog I seen some jacked up niggas man, for real. They be like all fuckin' biceps and pecs and like they like a mountain and shit. Not me. I'm puny, dude. I'm like a stick, yo. Anything I eat, it don't stay. It just fucks off."
  • Noisy - "If you ain't gon' tell me to be quiet, I ain't gon' be quiet yo. Foo's gotta do somethin' to make 'em minutes go by, right? Y'all might do shit, I like ta' talk."
  • Poor - "Growin' up in the ghetto gon' do that to ya. Ain't got much money t'do shit."
  • Nigga - "Some people just don't like us niggas. I can't do nothin' 'bout it."


Likes
  • Food - "Aw man don't get me started. Man you find a good place to chow down, bring me to 'em. Gon' be their best customer and shit. Oh, and it ain't just 'bout the eatin' too. I love cookin' just as much as I like to eat man. Best pizza this side of the city, word."
  • Dancing - "Doesn't fit, don't it? I love eatin', ain't got nothin' better t' do than eat, but I also love dancin'. Man, music's in my bones. And I ain't talkin' 'bout all that headbangin', rocky mountain metal and shit that Bombers we love listenin' to, naw. Y'all gotta get music that jives, man! I'm talkin' 'bout, y'know, that- that music that sings in ya, y'know? Makes you wanna move something. Anything. I love that. Makes me feel alive."
  • Cruisin' - "Yo man, who don't like cruisin', man?! They missin' out. Just put on some chill tunes, roll on up with yo' homies, go cruisin'. Ain't lookin' fo' nothin'. Just out for a drive. Feel the wind in yo' hair."


Dislikes
  • Spicy Food - "Nigga can't eat spicy food. I kid you not, can't stomach the stuff."
  • Dishonesty - "The only thing I dislike more than hot food is people lyin'. Like, yo man, we tryna help you, why you go about lyin' ya head off? Dude, man, I swear, if there's one thing a nigga hate, it's if his brothers gon' lie to 'em. Just ain't right."
  • Waiting - "Nigga. I hate waitin'. Like, c'mon man what's a dude gotta do t'get his burger faster?!"


Relationships
"Naw man, nothin' yet. All I got is the gang, man. We tight. But, like, I ain't knowin' anyone deep yet, y'know.?"

Other
"Well, I got myself a nice, shiny aluminium baseball bat fo' my eighteenth. Told pop I was gonna play baseball with it. Oh, boy he thought wrong.

And I ain't got no ride. No dough to get one."


Theme
Volcano by Woodkid
@Fallenreaper Would it be rude to ask of a TL;DR summary of the last IC page? Cause I'm reading and reading and it's just not fitting together in my head. >_<
@Mr Allen J Hi you rang
Dammit. Hellis' post took what I was gonna do and he did it. XD;

Well I guess I have to read up again to catch up and see if there's anything left for this Turian to do.
@DeadBeatWalking So I've been extremely busy, and I didn't notice the OOC going up.

Holy crap that's a lot of characters.

Is this still open?

Also @McHaggis! Hello again!
@Dervish Sorry for the silence. Been going through a stupid last few days of army life.

Now that I'm free, I can start posting again.

Also I kinda need to point out two colour tag errors in your last post. For Vellios' dialogue. XD
Posted! Not much for me to do, but hey.

Also I'm finally done with the army, so I'll have more time to post!

H A M M E R O F T H E A R M Y -[]- Rogart Hendrickson -[]- J U N E 6



"Rogart! Get down!"

Wordlessly, the big man complied, and he felt Oliva's graceful jump off of his back. Rogart straightened and watched as she soared through the air like a falcon, sliced down a tentacle and vanished behind it. The great beast roared and curled up, and in seconds it grew a hardened shell. Tentacles flailed about around it, and then it started to grow fungus...things that skittered and wove towards them.

With hammer in hand, Rogart charged forward and swung at the first of the fungus things. Just as Monika's warning reached his ears, it splattered against the hammer head and a cloud of spores engulfed him. He coughed and staggered away, as a lance of fire shot from behind them and gouged a hole through its head. It roared, spasmed, then fell to the ground, silent and very much dead. The Guardian in question showed himself a moment later, being helped up by Olivia. She walked around, making sure they were all alright. He smiled in return to her pat on his back. She was just like Eric, returning the concern for her teammates.

The rest of the incident passed by in a blur. They were loaded up onto another transport and summarily sent away to an MOV, where they were given a briefing in an hour.

Rogart gratefully accepted the offer of fresh clothes and a shower, lugging his huge hammer on his back as he headed below decks.





N E X U S R E A C T O R -[]- Eric Wormwood -[]- J U N E 6



Eric responded with a thumbs up over his back as he walked. One hand rested on the hilt of his rapier as the orbs of light, fire and electricity bounced and floated around him. They were playing with each other, of course, as one of the orbs seemingly chased after the other two in their orbit around his torso.

His dress shoes clacked and clanged on the metal catwalk the instant he set foot on it, prompting him to stop and walk quietly. He knew how to make almost zero noise in his usually noisy shoes, a perk he'd picked up on late nights in Oakridge, studying into the wee hours of the morning long after everyone else had went to bed.

As they walked, he noted the strange...feeling he had. Two of the others, Ollie and Serenity, had noticed the same thing. That feeling of not being alone in the dark, dank depths.

But, they had a mission. With Ruinga providing light, Eric strode forward, eyes constantly darting around their surroundings. If anything moved again, he'd notice. And if he didn't, the others sure would.


@Attis Making post.
Bah, been a stupid few days for me.

Will get a post up soon.
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