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California, USA, born and raised. 23 years old. United States Marine Corps Veteran. Any questions?

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Name: Tetravüs Krev ("Vüs" for short)



Species: Human

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Rank: High Rank

Weapons/Armor: ▼
Heavy - Duramboros S Armor with Kurogane
Light - Alloy S Armor with Wailing Ghost

Palicoes: 0

Personality: Outgoing; a little bit of a glory-hound; genuine; although rather curt sometimes, he usually means well and is an all-around good person.

Likes: Collecting things, zoology, a pint of stout, adventuring.

Dislikes: Losing things/having things stolen, wild Melynxes, kicks to the bollocks.

History: Born from the quaint fishing hamlet of Moga Village, Vüs wasn't expected to be particularly special. Throughout all his life, he had been a mere fisherman for Moga's "fleet". A life of adventure, it wasn't... until Moga Village was hit repeatedly by powerful earthquakes. A now-legendary hunter was commissioned by the Hunting Guild to resolve the issue. This individual served as inspiration for Vüs, who was longing for some more adventure in his life. After the defeat of the Moga Lagiacrus, Vüs dedicated all of his time and effort to become a hunter as skilled as one he encountered. Since then, he has move on from his humble roots from Moga and now predominantly hunts out of Port Tanzia, though he still gives Moga Village a visit to spend time with friends and relatives and partake in a hunt here and there.
Apologies@Lmpkio. I was unaware; I thought it was simply for "additional information and questions". Regardless, thanks for the add.
Name: Tetravüs Krev ("Vüs" for short)



Species: Human

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Rank: High Rank

Weapons/Armor: ▼
Heavy - Duramboros S Armor with Kurogane
Light - Alloy S Armor with Wailing Ghost

Palicoes: 0

Personality: Outgoing; a little bit of a glory-hound; genuine; although rather curt sometimes, he usually means well and is an all-around good person.

Likes: Collecting things, zoology, a pint of stout, and adventuring.

Dislikes: Losing things/having things stolen, wild Melynxes, kicks to the bollocks

History: Born from the quaint fishing hamlet of Moga Village, Vüs wasn't expected to be particularly special. Throughout all his life, he had been a mere fisherman for Moga's "fleet". A life of adventure, it wasn't... until Moga Village was hit repeatedly by powerful earthquakes. A now-legendary hunter was commissioned by the Hunting Guild to resolve the issue. This individual served as inspiration for Vüs, who was longing for some more adventure in his life. After the defeat of the Moga Lagiacrus, Vüs dedicated all of his time and effort to become a hunter as skilled as one he encountered. Since then, he has move on from his humble roots from Moga and now predominantly hunts out of Port Tanzia, though he still gives Moga Village a visit to spend time with friends and relatives and partake in a hunt here and there.
Has anyone claimed Copernicium yet (Element 112)? I find density one of the most interesting physical properties of elements.
Interesting. Right off the bat, I got an idea for a GSG 9 Des-Mark. Would you have any qualms about that?
@Daglobster, sorry to delay that scene of ours. I've been real busy as of late. Should be able to post tomorrow.
Alfonse sat in solitude in his study. The room was incredibly elegant in its design. Being a true believer in the second amendment and an avid gun collector, Alfonse had a glass-cased gun display, which displayed a Colt Walker Model 1847, a Webley MK I, a Carcano 1891, and 10 gauge black powder Coach Gun. He sat in his chair in a rather worrisome mood; he couldn't stop fidgeting. It wasn't out of boredom; it was out of the anxiousness that the Moriarti family is losing it's vise-like grip on New York City. Alfonse needed to get his mind off of things, and one way he could do that was in this room. He walked up to the glass case and opened it up. Lest he dirty the guns by touching them, he had a pair of white cotton gloves and a cotton rag for just such an occasion (as there were many of them). He had decided upon pulling out the Coach Gun, as he was a admirer of shotguns and their devastating power. He then sat back in his supple leather chair. He managed to notice that, due to disuse, the gun had developed a fine, yet noticeable layer of dust. The issue needed addressing and, with that, he began delicately and gingerly clean the shotgun. You would think that a man as violent as Alfonse couldn't has the patience nor passion to care about a hobby; you couldn't have been more wrong.

After a modest amount of time in silence, there was a knock at his study door. He wasn't expecting visitors, but considering he hadn't heard gunshots, screaming or explosions, nothing bad must've been happening... he hoped. "It's open; let yourself in", he said, rather curtly.
Name: Alfonse Moriarti
Age: 55
Appearance:
Family: Moriarti
Relation to Godfather: Himself
Role in family: Don
Bio: Born in Venice and close to the turn of the century, I was just a young boy when I first saw Libertà Signora in 1913. I worked my goddamned ass off to fund for this family since I got into this country. Started in a meat packing factory like many teenagers of the time. Once the War kicked off, the arms and ammunition industry blew up, pardon the pun. There was a lot of money to be made off of that whole debacle. 300,000 Americans died and I appreciate there sacrifice because they made guys like me rich... like stupid rich. And with that kind of money, you spread it around to make MORE money; that is my idea of the American Dream. Now that we're done shooting chinks in Korea, business is starting to slow down. I don't know about you but I want to keep making money and if there is one thing that criminal will always need guns. And guess who has those guns...
Personality: Ruthless, greedy, stoic, typically calm with occasional psychotic fits, tries his damnedest to be gentlemanly but doesn't always succeed.
Relationship?:
I got a basic concept in my head for a CPC. A Frenchman by the name of Yves Girardot. Only unchanging detail is that he's French-speaking. Now the question is, "should he be a caseworker or a therapist?"
I'm down to clown. I need a scenario post.
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