Merlin McWizard

St. Vincent College LGBT Support Group(Romance)

"Hey there, handsome" Dakota remarked to the pointy-eared boy, in a notably lower tone than he'd been using prior. He ignored the timid boy sitting next to him, who continued to sit there with a look of perpetual confusion on his face. He was probably autistic or something. The pointy-ear boy was sprawled on the couch looking generally attractive, with a notepad on his lap in which he no doubt wrote intelligent and philosophical things, when Dakota got his attention. Dakota stood there with his hands on his hips, lipstick-covered lips puckered slightly, taking in the boy's stately form. He loved the way some of the boy's hair covered up his eyes, making him look about 400% cooler. Finally he spoke up again. "You look like you're up to mischief. I do like a troublemaker. You know my name but I didn't catch yours..."

St. Vincent College LGBT Support Group(Romance)

Dakota did his best to fill the time before the meeting began with idle banter. "I really only picked biochem as my major because my loser parents made me. I'm totally considering switching to fashion behind their backs. I think I would be super at it!" He chimed to no one in particular. He made a point to be the loudest and liveliest person in the room. It was kind of a contest to him. A contest he took pride in always winning. Unfortunately the girl Faeya was also being rather rambunctious. Something about it rubbed Dakota the wrong way, but of course he tried not to judge. He was often the target of such judgement himself. He glanced towards the back again, at the boy with pointy ears. He was attempting to make conversation with a another timid-looking boy with glasses. Timid bored him. But that other boy... Dakota knew he wasn't here for this, but the edgy, condescending look on that boy's face, sparked a familiar feeling in him. He was hungry. He began to drift his way over.

St. Vincent College LGBT Support Group(Romance)

"What's up b*tches?!" Dakota announced as he trotted into the room, fashionably late. He was wearing the typical makeup and short skirt. It took him a moment to realize there was only one girl in the room so far. "OOPS! I mean singular! Well, you're not a... Well maybe... I don't know you. Girl, you know what I mean!" He gestured dramatically to Mia with a wink. Despite being a transfer student, Dakota knew about the LGBT club before the fliers even went up. He was on the up and up on much of the news and goings-on at St. Vincent, and was aware of things long before most of the general student body were told about them, due to his close connections with the school faculty. Or maybe they just told him stuff to make him go away. "OHH! You must be Timothy! It's SO nice to meet you, prez!" Dakota skipped over to him and shook his hand with untold vigor. He then spun around and addressed the rest of the students. "Oh my God! This is sooo great! My name's Dakota Kelly! Like the state, but I'm not actually from there! Hee hee!" He ran a hand through his luscious curls before continuing. "I am like, totally thrilled to meet all of you! I just know we're going to be besties!" But in truth, one of the guys in particular had caught his eye. The one in the back, with those deliciously pointy ears...

St. Vincent College LGBT Support Group(Romance)

Name: Dakota Kelly
Age: 19
Year(Like Freshman, etc.): Sophomore
Major: Biochemical Engineering
Gender: Male (for now)
Sexuality: Homosexual
Are you Out?(Y/N): Very much yes
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Brown

Highly flamboyant in his sexuality. A known cross dresser. He's considering a sex change, as well as changing his name to the more feminine "Carolina". This one is nothing but trouble.

Breeds

The force of contact between the two weapons knocked the combatants away from each other. Pelsdraebe+ was smoking from the heat of the blow, smelling faintly like marijuana. Some part of Anne Frank still existed within the weapon. Tobias made a mental note to himself to pass the axe down to his least favorite son. He then proceeded to glare crossly at his opponent, who returned the gesture in an anime-style staredown, complete with random grunts and growls. Reedus's Dad even gave a couple pleasured moans for some reason.

The sound from their first clash did not go without reapercushions. The noise was like Brokencyde multiplied by Nickelback, with a helping of Creed. It spread to the furthest reaches of space. The universe trembled as a billion salads suddenly cried out, and were frozen. On Asgard the sky was darkening. Storms were brewing. The ground began to quake. Rifts in the earth began to appear, and portals were forming in the clouds. "The convergence is upon us..." Commander Pistols said grimly. "...And Ragnarok will follow."

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As the group began their standoff with Reedus's Dad, time suddenly seemed to stand still for Tobias. Pelsdraebe began to quiver slightly in Tobias's hands. Bewildered, he examined the weapon closer. There was a noise emitting from it, very faintly. It sounded... A bit like 50 Cent. Or perhaps Tupac. Whatever the sound was, it was exceedingly gangsta. Suddenly, the axe began to glow with a bright aura, and then... A figure emerged from inside the weapon! It was... Anne Frank!

But this was not the Anne Frank we all know and love from history class. She was decked out with bling, a backwards baseball cap, images of cannabis on her clothes, and other gangsta paraphernalia. She looked like one real Bad Bitch.

"Sup nigga" she said.
"A-Annes Frank?!?" Tobias sputtered, positively flabbergasted.
"Yea it's me, fool." She replied, annoyed. "I been chillin' in dat axe for forever now, but I guess yall done set me free 'n shit."
"B-but.... Whats is... How....?"
"Now just shut the fuck up an listen, dawg. The only reason I'm here is cause that pious nigga over there got the Reedusword. I musta gotten woken up cause o' how close yo ass has gotten to that thing. That shit is bad news man! It's like, the mothafuckin' nemesis of your axe, ya feel me?"
He did not feel her.

"Now listen. I can give your little cleaver some, like, more power n' shit. Maybe enough to match the Reedusword in strength. But it means I gotta sacrifice my ass an be absorbed back into the weapon, permanently this time. I'll do it tho cause I'm a gracious mothafucka and because yall is like the Chosen One n' shit, destined to defeat-"
Tobias cut her off by socking that shit in the jaw. "Don't you be talking to me's about some 'Chosen One' nonsense! That is BOLSHEVIK!"

The blow spun Anne's head all the way around, but she seemed to be okay because she was a phantom. "YO MAN WHAT THE FUCK? You fuckin' dumbass bitch! Fuck this shit, I'm out!" She shouted and began to float away.
"OH NO YOU DON'TS!!" Tobias came at her again, walloping her on the back of the head with the flat of the axe, knocking the bitch out. Then he brought the axe down on her limp body with a fierce blow. It dug into her back and started sucking her back into the blade. Looks like he would get her power after all. The weapon trembled with a great ferocity, changing colors and becoming.... Pelsdraebe+!

"Now is time..." he muttered as time returned back to normal. He let out a war cry and charged at Reedus's Dad with his newly buffed weapon, letting loose all of his viking fury. "YOUR JIGGING IS UP!"

Breeds

Tobias took his first, feeble steps upon the promised land. His bloodline left him naturally impervious to frost. He was born to be here. He could feel it in his bones. He was not sure how this would all help his government's mission; perhaps they could salvage some Asgardian technology or something. Maybe none of it mattered anymore. He felt like he had a new purpose now. Morphing back into a walrus, he opened his jaws agape and began heaving forth an object from deep within his bowels. He had been concealing this treasure the entire time, and had been the real reason for him being sick. Finally a glorious battleaxe protruded from his gaping maw. It had nothing on Mjolnir, but it was a highly ornate and deadly efficient. The pride and secret weapon of his ancient house. It was called.... Pelsdraebe! He held it before him, looking as mighty and magnificent as the Allfather himself. He had originally planned to use it on that vile snake-boy, but he now sensed a much more monstrous presence had corrupted the land of the gods. He needed to kill it. "I am ready, weasel. Let us go forth and confront this terror, for the glory of Midgard!" He heard the diabolical click of Weston's fabled pistols being cocked beside him.

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ASGARD? Could it be true? The dreams of his childhood came flooding back to Tobias. Somewhere off in Valhalla, his father nodded in approvement. "I would very much love to visit the land of my forefather's lords. But is it truly real? Is it possible, Clifton?" But alas, deep down in his nordic nether-regions he knew it was true all along. He slammed the nearest table with terrifying force. " I am with ferret-friend. Take us to Asgard, Commander. AT ONCE!"

Breeds

Technically it was never made clear that this was our first day. I had assumed our characters had all been participating in this program for a while before the RP began.

Breeds

Tobias was briefly stunned by what he had underwent. It took his body a while to adjust to the International Space Station's environment. While he regretted not being able to save Brussena from the terror that awaited her back at the facility, he couldn't help but be impressed with Clifton's ingenuity regardless. "Uggh... I didn't know... You hads it in you... Ferre- Clifton." He got up and took a brief look at his surroundings. The Station seemed stable, for the moment. He shook himself off. "I suppose I should be introducing myself to you, comrade." I am in fact a double agent for Danish government. We try to bring back the USSR. I signed up for the Breeds Program to infiltrate American military operations. Now..." He beckoned for Clifton to lead on "..Show me this man you speak of."