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4 yrs ago
Current @Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games.
4 yrs ago
*Has a feeling Jones reads too many romance novels*
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4 yrs ago
Redguards are technically the Arabians of Tamriel, so wouldn't shouting "Haji" make more sense? No disrespect to my Muslim buddies out there, just sayin'.
4 yrs ago
[2] It can also be effective in subverting the person's expectations. Take for instance Spec Ops: The Line. Looks like a boring military shooter, but is actually a grim look into the horrors of war.
4 yrs ago
[1]The 'cover' is meant to entice the person into partaking of the medium, just as an album cover would intrigue someone into listening to the music.

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I'm a human, so there.

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"Burn it down."

Helena Sheppard


Age: 18 Years Old

Species: Human

Weapons: A Beretta 92FS Inox and a switchblade knife

Skills/Powers:

Helena is blessed (or cursed) with the inate gift of pyrokinesis, meaning just using her mind she can create fires and control them. Over the past few years, she has learned to master this ability, but she tends to lose control at certain times. She is also good at picking locks, a skill she learned from an old friend of hers when she was living on the streets in Seattle.

Weaknesses:

Overuse of Helena's power can give her splitting migraines and often nosebleeds. She will sometimes pass out too. Despite mastering her ability, it still takes quite a bit out of her. Being human as well, she's not as sturdy as the others, and being just some teenage skate punk from Seattle, she's not as combat oriented either, aside from a few nasty brawls.

Personality:
-Brash
-Hot headed (no pun intended)
-Sarcastic
-Cynical
-Moody
-Loner
-Reckless

Bio:

On October 12, 2013, a major wildfire broke out in the small logging town of Aberdeen, Washington at around 11:45 PM. No one knows who or what started the fire, even to this day. During that night, a fourteen year old girl named Helena Sheppard had gone missing from her home. Police investigation into the disappearance brought up no further clues, other than where this girl lived was a nightmare. Her mother was constantly innebriated, and her stepfather, who was later discovered to have been killed during the fire, was a convicted felon and a methamphetamine addict. Her birth father had been killed in a highway accident two years ago. Helena also had a rap sheet a mile wide, charges ranging from public intoxication to vandalism, trespassing, minor possession, and assaulting a police officer.

Four years later, Seattle Police arrested a girl, age eighteen, after a fight at a night club went sour and ended up with a man being burned on the left side of his face. Mysteriously, this girl was never processed or charged. Instead, she was handed over into the custody of a shadowy government organization. Her previous records were wiped clean, especially any tying her to incidents involving fire damage. She was allowed to keep her original name, but given her circumstances, she was held under special care.
"Well, at least some of y'all ain't." Harley replied fixing her hat back and leaning back in her chair. She figured now she should tell them."While I was gettin' Kat's clothes, there were some girls down there sayin' a bunch of mean shit about her. I woulda popped the sorry bitches, but since this is my first day here, I reckon I didn't wanna start no trouble."
"Aww hell, no problem, girl!" Harley chuckled falling back into a chair beside Zack. "It's nice to meet y'all too. I gotta say, I was wrong about y'all city people. I figured y'all all be so stuck up your ass and what not...eh...no offense!" She giggled nervously pulling her hat down over her face.
Harley stood there for a moment, wondering if she should tell Kat what she heard. She wondered if this poor girl was always bullied like that. Hell, even a small town school like Harley's had their mean girls. Finally, she stammered a reply with a sheepish grin, "Oh uh...n-nothing! Here's your clothes, Kat." She sat her clothes beside the bed, then turned to Zack. "Glad she's feelin' better. Kinda gave me a scare when she fell." Still her face was beat red. Those bitches had her blood boiling.
"Sure. I'll go get 'em!" Harley jumped up out of her chair and hurried back to the gym. She figured while she was there, she would get out of her own sweaty gym clothes. She went into the girl's locker room, where upon entering, she heard a few girls gossiping about Kat. From what she heard, not one bit of it was nice. She scowled, one hand on her hip as she told them off, "Now y'all listen here you bunch a motormouths!
Y'all best quit talkin' mean about her, or I'll have the headmaster on y'all like a snake on-"
But her threat was cut of by their laughter as they coldly brushed past her. Harley growled at them then got dressed. Afterwards, she grabbed what she figured were Kat's clothes and hurried back. It was evident though she was fighting mad, given how red her face was when she got back.
Harley had heard the girl's faint whisper. Naturally, it was none of her business, but she figured it was better to follow along than mope around in the gym. Besides, she wasn't one for moping. She had rounded the corner just as the nurse said something about removing Kat's shorts. Quickly she did a 180 and planted herself in the chair beside the door.
R.I.P my framerate. Cheers dildos. -__-
"Oh...okay." Harley replied dropping her hand to her side. "Reckon I'll see y'all later then. Adios." She could practically feel her face growing warmer by the second. After the two left, she sat on a nearby bench and looked up at the ceiling. Looked like making friends on the first day was shot down for her. "Damn. These city folk sure are rude. I was only tryin' to help." She frowned slightly keeping her gaze above. Was it worth coming to New York to be an artist?


Safe to say there won't be anything left of those kidnappers. <.<
"Hey um... Is she gonna be alright?" Harley asked the guy biting her lip nervously. "I saw her fall earlier and ran over to help, but I reckon y'all got this handled. Uh...I'm Harley by the way! Nice to meetcha! " She stuck her hand out with a sheepish grin. God, she must've looked like an idiot.
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