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Well, that's all I wrote. Still in progress, and I'm quickly realizing he REALLY isn't similar to the hulk at all. If you'd like me to change it up a bit, I'd be open to that. Of course, giving an example of a replacement piece of backstory or alternative ability would greatly help :p.
Uhh, hey? Since this is somewhat avengers-esque I thought I'd take the 'Incredible hulkish' slot.

Of course, I'm definitely not going to play a bruce banner type. My first idea for this character is that he's from an alternate past, where he was a dark lord of some sort and was 'given a mission by the gods' to conquer that world. One day, the true heroes of that story managed to throw him into a great magic portal he attempted to summon his gods through, and while 'in between' that sub-reality and the 'main' one, he was mostly depowered yet given a new mission to ensure peace and prosperity in the main one before finding himself deposited in the middle of nowhere.

So, more or less a lawful evil knight templar trying to turn into lawful good who has a lot of anger issues and abilities centered around being an expy of Sauron. I'm thinking obviously, since he'd be 'the big guy' he'd of course have a lot of personal strength even 'depowered', and possibly a compelling voice to go with his 'well in MY universe I was an evil overlord' schtick. Maybe some super-spooky powers like the ability to throw fireballs or coat his melee weapons in hellfire.

Sound good, or should I take some suggestions? I'm open to playing anything but I've been wanting to play something like that is all. I'll make the first edition of my CS later today.
Hey there @KabenSaal, we're entirely full at the moment and we have several others in the 'backlog' for drop-outs, but we'd love to put you on the backlog too. We'll notify you immediately, as long as you supply a CS and N-CS (for your robot?) for us. I'm not the boss though, Gowi over there is as should be obvious. Used to be the boss but gave it to him, y'know?

Anyway, just supply a CS and next drop-out we'll discuss on which one to give the go ahead to next time anybody drops out. Best CS wins, obviously. Take your time, it'll likely be a bit until the next drop but if any occur soon I'll make sure to notify you.
The horrors of copy and paste..
Joshua Ray
HANGAR, NEW ANCHORAGE

Joshua, for not a few minutes, just sat in a corner of the hangar and watched the others, sort of frightened and just thinking hard. One of them, with a mechanical hand, yelled "Stein!" and was seemingly scared for that one to fall and crack her head open like an egg. Not to mention, halfway through her climbing of it the older lady, Agatha, he thought, joined in and followed suit. Both of them were fairly quick in achieving what was asked of them.

Joshua just waited for them to finish and for the other man to... do anything, really. When it was all said and done, with this cybernetic individual still standing there gawking, Joshua slowly walked up to behind him, then continued to the feet of the of the glorified wreck of an NC. Getting onto a foot, he then inched along the top from unintended foothold to unintended foothold until he got to the base of the torso area, but he soon realized he couldn't safely get to the cockpit from here. It was far too much of an angle, necessitating him to 'monkeybar' his way to the front, but he highly suspected he needed to be a bit stronger for that course of action.

Not wanting to find out just yet, he then traced his steps back to the ground before he realized he didn't time himself at all. Probably three or five minutes, though. Proportionately slower then those other two for sure, sadly. Wordlessly, he then searched for a general 'Gopher', asked where he could acquire his room-keys, then after a short jaunt throughout the base got them and went towards his temporary abode, unpacking things from his backpack, but still holding unto his knife in secret.

He had no idea where he got this feeling from, but he swore to god that this knife would change his life for the better one day. This, specific knife. Like some sort of serial murderer he even gave it a name and personalized it a bit over the years. A black-tinted, matte blade with serrations to cut through foilage and fauna alike, that didn't reflect light, and his own initials on one side, with the knife's own 'name' on the other. 'Chance the Knife', he christened it, like a kid who just got the best toy ever. Of course, unlike that kid he had this knife for a while.

He flipped it around, nearly fumbling and cutting off his thumb by accident, until he nonchalantly put it into his pocket for possible later use. Soon afterwards, after dispersing the contents of his backpack throughout the room (Various snacks being hidden at key points for 'emergency rations'), he dumbly flopped on his bed and just sat there for a few minutes, not intending to sleep just yet.

He thought to himself while testing the mattress apparently. I hope my NC is fine... Should check.

A little while later, he had his room-key in a death grip and locked his room behind him while he wandered about, attempting to find the hangar once more.
HNNNNNNGHHHRRGHHH

MY HEART
lewd af

Also >"My little sister can't be this cute" HRUGHHRGHHBLARRGHHHH

my latest post is shit lmao

All I could think of ;-;
Joshua Ray
MESS HALL, NEW ANCHORAGE


Watching in fear as the events before him unfolded, Joshua's view of the entire menagerie of individuals before him was shattered like a thin pane of glass being shot through by a tank. He simply did as he was told afterwards and briskly followed the group in fear. Graham was still ultimately good in his eyes, but the implications of condoning child soldiers and further still, the hinting of applying the required surgeries to be an NC pilot onto those same kids at such an early age...

Nonetheless, he kept up his pace to the hangar, his head at an angle a tad to the floor and watching his own feet.

This wasn't going to be as good of a job as he thought.. but he still needed a job.
Which one is the scared one?

Edit: PAGE 22 MOTHERFUCKER, YEAAAAAH! MURICA!

Edit 2: wait a goddamn second.

I MISSED 420 #BLAZEIT BY ONE GODDAMN POST?! LIFE IS SUFFERING
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