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Yours? If so, congrats! If a friend or family member's, then congrats to them, have fun to you!

By the way, what's your sig referencing?


I wish! Then, I would've had all of the amazing gifts to me-self, ha. It was a friend's though, thank you for the well wishes!

Oh, and my signature is tweaked but I got it from a GIF set from Tumblr of Mad Max: Fury Road; I just changed the "him" in the words to "her" because I'm a lot like Max. :)
Quinceñera night.

Or something along the lines of that.
You can NPC Junior to tell her that you might know of some information about Neo and it can turn into a chase?
I'm glad this hasn't started yet because it's becoming one of those weeks for me that you know hellfire is coming.

Either way, take it easy and can't wait.
@Otaku95, I posted and tied in with your character being present at The Club too.

Hope you like it.
An hour later, Yang's bike was horribly parked on the pavement to The Club as she kept on the shades, climbing up the steps into the building. As expected, the glass doors ceremoniously slid open for Yang as she basked in the energetic atmosphere and current soft house song, revealing a toothy, mischievous grin. Her smile dropped when she saw Miltia and Melanie dancing with the DJ and teasingly wearing his scarf and mascot head.

"Try hards," she commented under her breath, easing through the crowd, pouncing on Junior the moment he was leaning over to reach a bottled champagne.

"Heeeeeey, Junior!" she teased as she giggled hearing his cursing under his breath. "Been a long time, huh? I see you got everything... remolded," she taunted.

"Blon-- sir," he greeted with deep irritation. "What do you want."

Yang crossed her arms, pouting her lips, as she mockingly looked up to the ceiling, tapping her foot until he sighed knowingly what she wanted; she grinned in response.

"I haven't seen her."

"But the point is you have... you have met her before and Roman too. Come on, Junior, just make it easy for the both of us," she laughed out loud, "What am I saying!? For you, silly."

Junior leaned against the bar counter until he perked up. "Wait, you said 'her'. Hold on. Who are we talking about? I just had a guy..." he immediately stopped himself. "What the heck is going on... two people in the same day looking for something...," he muttered, drinking in a lot from the bottle.

"Who came here, Junior?" Yang demanded.
@Otaku95, I'm sorry for the hold up, I had a crazy week but everything's normalizing so expect a post by tomorrow morning!
MAX ROCKATANSKY



“Where must we go, we who wander this wasteland, in search of our better selves.”
- The First History of Man.




Age:
32


Species:
Human


Gender:
Male


Origin:
Australia


Appearance:
As shown in the picture, Max is ruggedly clothed with from what he's scavenged as he's a nomad so he will have a lot of knick-knacks or things in jackets and maybe weapons.


Personality:
Pragmatic, capable, and a little crazed. He keeps seeing the ghosts of his dead family and everyone else that he couldn’t save. Until now, he’s been running from everything, just trying to survive from his episodes and people trying to hunt after him for getting involved in gang wars, but he could use someone in trying to save strike a chord with him. Although he might not admit it, there’s still a part of him that thinks helping others might be more important than his own life.


Abilities:
Profession? Survivor. He used to be a “road warrior searching for a righteous cause,” as he puts it, but now he’s just trying to avoid the jaws of death. He’s a decent shooter, he can drive really well, and he can jury-rig a repair for everything from a giant tanker to a broken bone.


Inventory:
* Glock pistols.
* Two machetes.
* Painkillers in all pockets of his jeans, shirt, and jacket.
* Three hunting knives.



RYUKO MATOI
纏 流子



“This is a keepsake from my father. And this Scissor Blade was left behind by the person who murdered him!”
- Ryuko Matoi




Age:
17


Species:
Human


Gender:
Female


Origin:
An American military base in Okinawa, Japan.


Appearance:
Medium height and mid-length black hair with a single left-swept red highlight on her bangs. Her blue eyes have peculiar gear-shaped pupils with eight grooves around the edges. Her outfit coming into the series is a simple white shirt with a red ribbon tie, a black miniskirt, white sneakers, and a black & white jacket with rolled up sleeves. During her childhood, she wore a red collared shirt with a white skirt and white shoes.


Personality:
She has a relatively simple personality: fierce and stubborn. She fears very little but does have a recurrent flaw of monophobia. She shows fierce determination in finding her father's killer. Her stubbornness was taken up to ridiculous levels both psychologically and physically. She's also a kidder. Fluent in sarcasm, passive aggressiveness, and in-your-faceness.


Abilities:
Remarkable strength and speed for a girl of 4'9", a climber, a runner, a swimmer, supple. Athletic. Pure athleticism and strength by carrying her red scissor blade family heirloom.


Inventory:
* Scissor Blade – Ryuko's signature weapon is one half of a giant pair of scissors, which she wields as a one-handed, single-edged longsword. Because she's immature, she uses it for immature means too like ping-pong, tennis, among other ridiculousness.
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Both are accepted!

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Eh, alright. I think we're just about ready. Does tomorrow sound like a good time to start for everyone, or would you guys like to do it later this week?


Thank you, and I think tomorrow is good for me but we'll see what the other say.
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