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@Lugubrious I just have a lot of practice and homework right now, maybe I can get a post up this week.
Name: Jordan Fou
Age: 30
Pre-Outbreak Occupation: Before the outbreak, Jordan Fou was a PR officer who worked under a particularly infamous mayor. Later, he planned to run for the same political office, but the outbreak occurred before the campaign season began.
Description:
Jordan is a charismatic, fun guy who gets along pretty well with others. Just ask anyone who knows him: He’s a trustworthy, down-to-earth guy who tries his best to help people. His wife and kids are all beautiful, happy people, and Jordan’s probably the best father and husband any woman could settle for. He’s one of those friends you can talk to and get real, legitimately helpful advice from, and above all, he’s genuine. At least, that’s what he wants you to think.
History: Jordan grew up in Riverside, California. Like almost every other kid in his area, he attended kindergarten at age six. He was like any other kid his age: He liked to play handball with the guys, climb the monkey bars, ride the slides, or play tag. But sometimes, he had certain... tendencies. In handball, sometimes he’d accidentally punch a kid when trying to hit a ball. Sometimes he’d accidentally kick a kid under the monkey bars. Or he’d accidentally push a kid face-first down a slide. When he played tag, he might accidentally shove a kid to the pavement. Early signs such as these went relatively unnoticed, and they were mainly associated with him being a growing boy. Of course, boys are just naturally aggressive, right?
Fast forward to his adolescent years, right on the cusp of nature’s longest-running joke: Puberty. For most boys, this transitional stage of life naturally led to the usual symptoms: Awkwardness, acne breakouts, social anxiety, and strange sexual urges. Jordan hardly felt the wrath of any of the first three; He never stuttered in his stride or in a sentence, never had a pimple in his life, and he talked to almost everyone. The last one, however, was a different story.
Starting from about age thirteen, Jordan began to have some strange urges. Of course, it’s normal for a boy his age to think about sex, but this was different. He liked it when he saw someone get hurt in a movie or a video game. Whenever he watched Jason kill his next victim, he cheered. It excited him in a way he’d never thought it’d excite him before. Since he lived in a pre-internet age, he could never… alleviate his urges, per se. At least, not with a computer screen.
At fifteen, Jordan had gotten into his first relationship. It was strange to him at first, that this green-eyed, brunette girl was actually attracted to him. Even he was perplexed that girls could actually like guys as well. He just assumed that they were basically another species. He learned a lot from this girl, mostly the stark and subtle differences between men and women when it came to conversation and attraction. Compared to the other girls, she was really nice, and seemed to care about him to some degree. Of course, he felt no real attraction to her. Her physical appearance was all he cared about. They never found her body.
Fast-forward to age thirty. Jordan’s had a pretty successful life thus far, and due to the availability of the internet, can suppress his urges. He was a PR officer working for a particularly controversial mayor in Houston, Texas. Working with a campaign rife with scandal and controversy, however, was of little issue to Jordan. Advising the mayor to viciously attack and slander his opponents on certain issues while letting others slip under the radar, he succeeded in helping his client reach political office.
However, Jordan’s ambition took hold, and using the information he gathered to help the mayor, instead, he planned to run against him in a bid for political office. However, before campaign season started, the outbreak occurred.
Fluff Starting Inventory: He wears an old rolex watch he bought out of impulse. He also carries a silver lighter.
Age: 30
Pre-Outbreak Occupation: Before the outbreak, Jordan Fou was a PR officer who worked under a particularly infamous mayor. Later, he planned to run for the same political office, but the outbreak occurred before the campaign season began.
Description:
Jordan is a charismatic, fun guy who gets along pretty well with others. Just ask anyone who knows him: He’s a trustworthy, down-to-earth guy who tries his best to help people. His wife and kids are all beautiful, happy people, and Jordan’s probably the best father and husband any woman could settle for. He’s one of those friends you can talk to and get real, legitimately helpful advice from, and above all, he’s genuine. At least, that’s what he wants you to think.
History: Jordan grew up in Riverside, California. Like almost every other kid in his area, he attended kindergarten at age six. He was like any other kid his age: He liked to play handball with the guys, climb the monkey bars, ride the slides, or play tag. But sometimes, he had certain... tendencies. In handball, sometimes he’d accidentally punch a kid when trying to hit a ball. Sometimes he’d accidentally kick a kid under the monkey bars. Or he’d accidentally push a kid face-first down a slide. When he played tag, he might accidentally shove a kid to the pavement. Early signs such as these went relatively unnoticed, and they were mainly associated with him being a growing boy. Of course, boys are just naturally aggressive, right?
Fast forward to his adolescent years, right on the cusp of nature’s longest-running joke: Puberty. For most boys, this transitional stage of life naturally led to the usual symptoms: Awkwardness, acne breakouts, social anxiety, and strange sexual urges. Jordan hardly felt the wrath of any of the first three; He never stuttered in his stride or in a sentence, never had a pimple in his life, and he talked to almost everyone. The last one, however, was a different story.
Starting from about age thirteen, Jordan began to have some strange urges. Of course, it’s normal for a boy his age to think about sex, but this was different. He liked it when he saw someone get hurt in a movie or a video game. Whenever he watched Jason kill his next victim, he cheered. It excited him in a way he’d never thought it’d excite him before. Since he lived in a pre-internet age, he could never… alleviate his urges, per se. At least, not with a computer screen.
At fifteen, Jordan had gotten into his first relationship. It was strange to him at first, that this green-eyed, brunette girl was actually attracted to him. Even he was perplexed that girls could actually like guys as well. He just assumed that they were basically another species. He learned a lot from this girl, mostly the stark and subtle differences between men and women when it came to conversation and attraction. Compared to the other girls, she was really nice, and seemed to care about him to some degree. Of course, he felt no real attraction to her. Her physical appearance was all he cared about. They never found her body.
Fast-forward to age thirty. Jordan’s had a pretty successful life thus far, and due to the availability of the internet, can suppress his urges. He was a PR officer working for a particularly controversial mayor in Houston, Texas. Working with a campaign rife with scandal and controversy, however, was of little issue to Jordan. Advising the mayor to viciously attack and slander his opponents on certain issues while letting others slip under the radar, he succeeded in helping his client reach political office.
However, Jordan’s ambition took hold, and using the information he gathered to help the mayor, instead, he planned to run against him in a bid for political office. However, before campaign season started, the outbreak occurred.
Fluff Starting Inventory: He wears an old rolex watch he bought out of impulse. He also carries a silver lighter.
Name: Jordan Fou
Age: 30
Pre-Outbreak Occupation: Before the outbreak, Jordan Fou was a PR officer who worked under a particularly infamous mayor. Later, he planned to run for the same political office, but the outbreak occurred before the campaign season began.
Description:
Jordan is a charismatic, fun guy who gets along pretty well with others. Just ask anyone who knows him: He’s a trustworthy, down-to-earth guy who tries his best to help people. His wife and kids are all beautiful, happy people, and Jordan’s probably the best father and husband any woman could settle for. He’s one of those friends you can talk to and get real, legitimately helpful advice from, and above all, he’s genuine. At least, that’s what he wants you to think.
History: Jordan grew up in Riverside, California. Like almost every other kid in his area, he attended kindergarten at age six. He was like any other kid his age: He liked to play handball with the guys, climb the monkey bars, ride the slides, or play tag. But sometimes, he had certain... tendencies. In handball, sometimes he’d accidentally punch a kid when trying to hit a ball. Sometimes he’d accidentally kick a kid under the monkey bars. Or he’d accidentally push a kid face-first down a slide. When he played tag, he might accidentally shove a kid to the pavement. Early signs such as these went relatively unnoticed, and they were mainly associated with him being a growing boy. Of course, boys are just naturally aggressive, right?
Fast forward to his adolescent years, right on the cusp of nature’s longest-running joke: Puberty. For most boys, this transitional stage of life naturally led to the usual symptoms: Awkwardness, acne breakouts, social anxiety, and strange sexual urges. Jordan hardly felt the wrath of any of the first three; He never stuttered in his stride or in a sentence, never had a pimple in his life, and he talked to almost everyone. The last one, however, was a different story.
Starting from about age thirteen, Jordan began to have some strange urges. Of course, it’s normal for a boy his age to think about sex, but this was different. He liked it when he saw someone get hurt in a movie or a video game. Whenever he watched Jason kill his next victim, he cheered. It excited him in a way he’d never thought it’d excite him before. Since he lived in a pre-internet age, he could never… alleviate his urges, per se. At least, not with a computer screen.
At fifteen, Jordan had gotten into his first relationship. It was strange to him at first, that this green-eyed, brunette girl was actually attracted to him. Even he was perplexed that girls could actually like guys as well. He just assumed that they were basically another species. He learned a lot from this girl, mostly the stark and subtle differences between men and women when it came to conversation and attraction. Compared to the other girls, she was really nice, and seemed to care about him to some degree. Of course, he felt no real attraction to her. Her physical appearance was all he cared about. They never found her body.
Fast-forward to age thirty. Jordan’s had a pretty successful life thus far, and due to the availability of the internet, can suppress his urges. He was a PR officer working for a particularly controversial mayor in Houston, Texas. Working with a campaign rife with scandal and controversy, however, was of little issue to Jordan. Advising the mayor to viciously attack and slander his opponents on certain issues while letting others slip under the radar, he succeeded in helping his client reach political office.
However, Jordan’s ambition took hold, and using the information he gathered to help the mayor, instead, he planned to run against him in a bid for political office. However, before campaign season started, the outbreak occurred.
Fluff Starting Inventory: He wears an old rolex watch he bought out of impulse. He also carries a silver lighter.
Age: 30
Pre-Outbreak Occupation: Before the outbreak, Jordan Fou was a PR officer who worked under a particularly infamous mayor. Later, he planned to run for the same political office, but the outbreak occurred before the campaign season began.
Description:
Jordan is a charismatic, fun guy who gets along pretty well with others. Just ask anyone who knows him: He’s a trustworthy, down-to-earth guy who tries his best to help people. His wife and kids are all beautiful, happy people, and Jordan’s probably the best father and husband any woman could settle for. He’s one of those friends you can talk to and get real, legitimately helpful advice from, and above all, he’s genuine. At least, that’s what he wants you to think.
History: Jordan grew up in Riverside, California. Like almost every other kid in his area, he attended kindergarten at age six. He was like any other kid his age: He liked to play handball with the guys, climb the monkey bars, ride the slides, or play tag. But sometimes, he had certain... tendencies. In handball, sometimes he’d accidentally punch a kid when trying to hit a ball. Sometimes he’d accidentally kick a kid under the monkey bars. Or he’d accidentally push a kid face-first down a slide. When he played tag, he might accidentally shove a kid to the pavement. Early signs such as these went relatively unnoticed, and they were mainly associated with him being a growing boy. Of course, boys are just naturally aggressive, right?
Fast forward to his adolescent years, right on the cusp of nature’s longest-running joke: Puberty. For most boys, this transitional stage of life naturally led to the usual symptoms: Awkwardness, acne breakouts, social anxiety, and strange sexual urges. Jordan hardly felt the wrath of any of the first three; He never stuttered in his stride or in a sentence, never had a pimple in his life, and he talked to almost everyone. The last one, however, was a different story.
Starting from about age thirteen, Jordan began to have some strange urges. Of course, it’s normal for a boy his age to think about sex, but this was different. He liked it when he saw someone get hurt in a movie or a video game. Whenever he watched Jason kill his next victim, he cheered. It excited him in a way he’d never thought it’d excite him before. Since he lived in a pre-internet age, he could never… alleviate his urges, per se. At least, not with a computer screen.
At fifteen, Jordan had gotten into his first relationship. It was strange to him at first, that this green-eyed, brunette girl was actually attracted to him. Even he was perplexed that girls could actually like guys as well. He just assumed that they were basically another species. He learned a lot from this girl, mostly the stark and subtle differences between men and women when it came to conversation and attraction. Compared to the other girls, she was really nice, and seemed to care about him to some degree. Of course, he felt no real attraction to her. Her physical appearance was all he cared about. They never found her body.
Fast-forward to age thirty. Jordan’s had a pretty successful life thus far, and due to the availability of the internet, can suppress his urges. He was a PR officer working for a particularly controversial mayor in Houston, Texas. Working with a campaign rife with scandal and controversy, however, was of little issue to Jordan. Advising the mayor to viciously attack and slander his opponents on certain issues while letting others slip under the radar, he succeeded in helping his client reach political office.
However, Jordan’s ambition took hold, and using the information he gathered to help the mayor, instead, he planned to run against him in a bid for political office. However, before campaign season started, the outbreak occurred.
Fluff Starting Inventory: He wears an old rolex watch he bought out of impulse. He also carries a silver lighter.
@Banana If he does, he'll have some things to say about your –– ahem –– arm.
Even if Malveil gets the red blade, he still has to find a way out of the city.
@Ascendant Got it
Just wondering, what is the limit when it comes to profanity/violence/sexual content?
Malveil: Main Street
Malveil was in a bind. If these two were the only ones he had to fight, they would have gone down easily. A run-through with a lance, a shot from a gun, and it would all be over. But judging by the shambling figures behind them, they were definitely not alone. The fact that all of them could fly was a problem as well. Still, he noticed that in order to fly, the bird-woman had to transform her arms into wings, and vice versa if she wanted to land. He didn’t know how tough their wings were, but he’d assume that they were about the same density and weight as a normal bird’s, or else flying would be a bit of a problem. Even so, avoiding confrontation seemed to be the best course of action.
“Ah, I am merely a man trying to make sense of my surroundings. As you can see, me and my men aren’t particularly familiar with this strange land. But if you must know, my name is Malveil, of the Silverlocke blood, and I’ve come here to find someone. You wouldn’t have happened to see a raging, armor-clad woman swinging around a red sword, have you?”
Still, these woman-bird hybrids might prove useful to him if they knew anything about Saria, or more importantly, the Red Blade. If he did find her, he’d prefer to find a corpse. Fighting her was the last thing he wanted to do; not because of some familial love or trivial reasons like that, but because he genuinely feared her.
The one riding the griffon was particularly interesting, however. As far as he could tell, she was the only one riding such a beast. Thus, she was most likely their leader. Good for him, since that Griffon was a massive target for Craven, should the need arise. Maybe cutting the head off the serpent would be a good idea, but he decided to wait and see where this went.
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