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Anyone Want To Go To Monster Prom?

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Anyone Want To Go To Monster Prom?

@Jaredthefox92 I don't see why not, honestly anything that goes bump in the night can show up if they want XD

@Congee Sounds good to me! =D

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Hey everyone I'm so sorry for my disappearance, my unit is in the midst of a large scale training in prep of a deployment and my free time is pretty much gone. I don't really have the free time to give to a RP of this level anymore and I am so sorry it took this long to tell you guys this. I'm going to have to pull my hat from this one, again I am so sorry

Anyone Want To Go To Monster Prom?

Hey everybody I am currently trying to ease my way back into the RPing world, work has been draining a lot of my free time so I had to disappear for a little while. I didn't want to just jump right back into the deep end of things before my schedule completely cleared up so I decided to test the waters by starting back up in the free section. All that aside how about we get to the fun part shall we? I've had a real itch I wanted to scratch ever since I decided to jump onto the Monster Prom band wagon and give the game a shot, and I have to say the little dating sim has got me quite addicted. The humor and overall hilarious concept of the game has given me quite the urge to bring it over into the role playing side of things. The basic idea I had in mind was kind of a slice of life where we take on the roles of some of the students at the oh so upstanding Spooky Highschool and try our bests to make through the whacky situations that fill our lives, or in some people cases unlives. I didn't personally plan on giving a overall time limit on things like the game does, rather just adding in events like prom as a way as getting the ball rolling rather it being a end goal. For characters I planned on us going with a cast of our own creations rather than the set from the game, as much as I love that amazing crew of misfits I think it would be better that we stick with original characters so we don't find ourselves too limited. I am more than happy to hash out and listen to ideas once I know that I'm not the only one with a little bit of monster fever XD Let me know what you guys think and see if we can get this thing off of the ground =)

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Boone Leroy King
Wednesday Afternoon
Footsteps Sports Bar

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_{@PrinceAlexus@RawrEspada4}

Bo's smile couldn't help but grow slightly as the titanic sized man watched the young lady, who was aptly named Marlin, seemingly relaxed during their conversation. He was also more than a little bit relived that his assumption of the blonde's profession was right, he was more than a bit worried about seeming like a complete ass hat. Bo lent an ear as Marlin went on a little bit of a speech as she explained her job to him, Bo was more than happy to listen to the girl's story as it seemed that she had quite a bit of passion towards the work she did. Being in the military Bo was accustom to flying all over the world, it eventually got to the point that he started to make it an effort to get to know his pilots as a way to pace time on long flights. With all the traveling they did pilots more often than not had quite the assortment of interesting stories to tell, Bo was hoping that Marlin would prove no different.

Before the giant could inquire a bit more about any of the blonde's adventures she turned the tables on him and asked about his own profession. "Sorry I can't say I have a job as exciting as yours, I'm just a physical therapist." Bo said with a slight chuckle. "Though I do have a rather combative patient from time to time, so I guess it has its moments." As he continued Bo shifted so more of his attention was on to the young lady rather than the rest of the group at the table.

A rather hardy laugh escaped from Bo as Marlin made her little Hercules quip, it wasn't the first time that he had been given that comparison but it never really got old to him. "I don't know about the whole Hercules thing, but as for the scars it is always nice to hear the story you know? It helps you remember where you have been and what you have over come." Bo explained as a warm smile settled onto his face. "And I wouldn't count myself out with swimming if I was you. I mean after I went through my injury I never thought I would box again, but here I am celebrating after mopping the ring with these guys." He said jokingly as he looked over his shoulder back towards his table, his comment spurred a round of laughs and a few playful punches thrown at his arm.

As he turned his attention back towards Marlin he noticed that she was being waved down by another man who was now sat down at the bar. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to pull you away from anybody." Bo said as it dawned on him that he may have been keeping this young woman from getting back to her own friends. He felt a little bit like an ass for not realizing it sooner.

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@PrinceAlexus

Sounds good =)

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Boone Leroy King
Wednesday Afternoon
Footsteps Sports Bar

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_{@PrinceAlexus}

"Yeah I got this one in a bar fight a few years back, that dame practically came out of no where with that bottle." One of the group's shorter but broader members said as he proudly presented the large gash like scar that stretched across his bicep. The group admired as the stocky fellow continued to brandish his arm, fleshing it slightly to further accentuate the scar tissue. Eventually the small gathering offered the man and his battered arm a cheer of approval.

"Bah, that is nothing!" A ginger bearded man said as the group's exclamation died down. He then stood from his chair and firmly placed his right foot onto the table in front of him. Taking what seemed like a dramatic pause the fiery haired fellow then rolled up his pant leg, revealing a calf that was racked with what appeared to be old animal bites. "Had a Doberman get a hold of me while I was a lad and used me as a bloody chew toy." He explained as the group looked on as if transfixed by the man's meatloaf-esque limb, eventually finding their voice again in the form of yet another cheer.

This little bizarre version of show and tell had been going on for quite sometime; people showing off everything from bent fingers and crooked noses to even cracked teeth and missing toes. Bo had been watching the spectacle with nothing less than pure mirth, cheering right along side everyone else each time a new little deformity was put on display. He loved the fact that these people could take pride in their differences and not be held back by what the usual person would say about them, the big lug found it to be a little bit inspiring.

"Well I hate to beat you all twice in one day guys but..." Bo said with a slight chuckle as he stood from his seat. He then proceeded to remove his tank top, draping it over his shoulder, and revealed his own entry for the little competition. On his right side spreading from the crook of his under arm all the way down to his hip and across his lower abdomen Bo's body was covered in scar tissue from what obviously was a serious burn. The giant offered the group a sly grin as they fell silent and admired his little display. "Just a small car bomb, no big deal." The silence that came over the gathering lasted a moment before a uproar of cheers and laughter emerged. Bo joined in with the laughter as he replaced his shirt and sat back down, getting a few victory pats on his shoulder as he did so.

The party continued to truck along, the attention eventually being shift from scars to other topics. Bo was in the middle of a story of a patient he had back in his EMT days that had managed to get a child's toy stuck in a rather intimate place when he noticed a cup of coffee be placed in front of him. His first thought was that someone at the table must of ordered it, it made sense to him that given the amount of drinking that was going on that someone would try to find themselves a way sober up a little before having to head out, but that thought was quickly thrown aside as he felt a slight tapping on his shoulder.

As he turned his gaze Bo was met with the sight of a young woman wrapped in a jacket that looked basically like a wearable passport grabbing the pot of coffee out from in front of him. The blonde then quickly explained that the true owner of the coffee was her and that the server must of gotten something mixed up. Bo couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. "I'm so sorry about that ma'am." He said as he took the pot off of the table and handed it towards the golden haired young lady, offering her a warm smile as he did so. Bo could tell from just how she was standing that the poor girl was a ball of nerves right now. It was no real surprise honestly given the fact that she just had to walk up to a group of what looked like a bunch of meat heads ogling each others scars. He felt an odd pang of guilt from the situation, he didn't want this woman walking away with a bad image of him and the rest of the guys.

"Sorry about that again ma'am." Bo said as he fully handed off the pot. "I hope you don't mind me asking ma'am, but are you pilot? I couldn't help but notice your jacket there." As Bo spoke he did a small gesture towards the blonde's jacket and the array of badges that adorned it. "If you are might I say you got yourself quite the impressive record if I'm to go by your patches." He was hoping that by trying to relate with the girl that he would be able to ease her nerves a bit, though it was only after that he said this that it dawned on the big knucklehead that this girl may have only been wearing that jacket as a fashion statement. Eh live and learn.

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Boone Leroy King
Wednesday Morning
Achilles Heel Recovery Center

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"Come on, only a little bit further. You got this!" Bo's warm and encouraging tone erupted from the mountain sized man's chest and practically caused the ground itself to rumble. Despite maybe being a tad bit too much of a reaction Bo's excitement did manage spur a slight chuckle out of the young man that it was directed towards. Randy, the teen who was the current target of Bo's unrelenting positivity, was nearing the end of a pair of parallel bars that he was using to support himself as he walked. The boy's steps were shaky and unsteady, but with each one he took Bo offered yet another round of praise and encouragement that pushed Randy forward until he finally reached the end and was able to be sat down into the wheelchair that was waiting for him at the end of the bars.

"That was great bud! Your fastest time yet!" Bo said as he helped adjust Randy in his wheelchair, giving the lad a pat on the shoulder once he was done. Randy had been coming to visit Bo for about six months now ever since the teen's car accident, some idiot was drinking and driving and plowed into Randy's car. The boy was in pretty bad shape when he first came to the clinic, poor kid didn't ever think he would be out of the chair again, but with a whole lot of hard work and enough encouragement from Bo to drive any sane person to madness Randy was building his confidence back up bit by bit. Bo actually had hopes that by the end of the year that he'll have Randy out of the chair altogether and getting around with a set of crutches.

"I'm a regular flash." The young man said with the same level of sarcasm that one would expect from any teenager. Bo couldn't help but laugh and pat Randy's shoulder again.

"Hey don't sell yourself so short kid. I've seen people on the streets move slower than you do and they didn't get hit by a truck." The young man let out another chuckle in response to Bo's little joke, The giant couldn't help but want to cheer the kid up. It was in the middle of the laughter that Randy's mother entered the room, quickly grabbing the duo's attention. "Looks like our time is up bud." Bo said before turning his full attention to the awaiting mother, offering her one of his warm smiles. "A pleasure as always Mrs. Dawson. Hope your day is going well."

"Morning Mr. King. How did Randy do?" Mrs. Dawson was always rather curt and straight to the point, Bo could appreciate that though he would of preferred it if she tried to seem a bit softer given the current situation, but for the most part he simply tried to out do her crassness with his own warm nature.

"Randy did fantastic this morning. Got through all of his stretches and leg exercises no problem, not to mention he got himself completely across the bars by himself. You got a real fighter here Mrs. Dawson." As he explained the duo's morning Bo placed his hand proudly onto Randy's shoulder, the lad dawning a slight smile in response.

Mrs. Dawson herself though simply offered a quick nod of understanding before moving across the room, gathering her son's bag, and then getting behind his wheelchair. "Thank you Mr. King." She said, her voice keeping its same no nonsense tone as she began to escort Randy out of the room.

"Anytime ma'am." Bo said as he strategically placed himself aside the pair in order to allow himself to follow them out. He had long learned that the second Mrs. Dawson arrived to pick up her son she would try and exit the building with him as fast as humanly possible so Bo adapted to following the pair in order to wrap up his dialogs with Randy.

"Okay bud next week we are going to kick it up a bit, so make sure you rest up alright." Bo said as he strode along the pair in an attempt to keep up with Mrs. Dawson's hurried pace. Randy merely offered the universal 'yeah yeah yeah' that any kid his age would give in response to instructions. Bo offered the boy a chuckle as he held the clinic door open for the two to exit. "See you two next week!"

Bo's smiled remained on his face as he closed the door and reentered his clinic. He looked over his little business and took a moment to breath it all in, a small bit of pride swelling in his chest. That moment was short lived as the realization that Randy was his last patient for the day dawned on him. It was rare that Bo found himself with moments like this, that he didn't have nothing to do or anything planned. A slight feeling of uneasiness weaseled itself into the towering man's heart, he never liked stillness like this. Luckily he was able to change that rather quickly, clapping his meaty hands together once Bo settled onto the plan that popped in his head. If his years in the Army taught him anything, when in doubt work out!

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Boone Leroy King
Wednesday Afternoon
Footsteps Sports Bar

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The amount of energy that filled Bo's body after a work out was slightly surprising, despite his muscles aching and his clothes being soaked with sweat the goliath's spirts always doubled by the end of his session and today was a hell of a work out. After he closed up the clinic that morning Bo headed down to the Luna gym. His initial plan was to try and keep it a simple light cardio day, a little bit of treadmill and maybe a small bit of weights, but he ended running into a few of his boxing buddies and they roped him into doing a few rounds. A few rounds eventually turned into a small competition in the group which in turn evolved into a few passersby wanting to join in, by the end of it Bo found himself taking part in a little tournament of sorts. Though it wasn't his intention Bo not only ended up in the spur of the moment game but even winning it by the end of things, though he had more than a few close calls through out it.

A number of the so called competitors didn't want the fun to end and wanted to head out to a local sports bar that they knew about, they even managed to talk Bo into tagging along with them with the guise of wanting to congratulate him on his victory. It was a rather rowdy scene as the group arrived if Bo was going to be honest though that should of been expected of a pack of boxers who were just coming off of a match. They managed to get themselves a table and by some miracle found a server brave enough to try and take the lively group's orders. Bo himself wanted to hold back and ordered himself a simply lemonade while the rest of the group went on to order themselves a whole array of alcohol.

Bo couldn't help but laugh as he watched his little assortment of newly gained comrades joke and reminisce about past fights they were in, even going as far as to show off old scars and bent fingers and crooked noses. He always felt at home with people that could appreciate their old battle scars, Bo found it cathartic to tell the stories about how he got a scar, it was like getting something off his chest.

Overall Bo was enjoying how the day turned out, even if it was a spur of the moment decision that got him here he wouldn't of wanted to change a thing about it.

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Big Bo

Name

Boone "Bo" Leroy King

Age

28

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bisexual

Appearance

Bo is a practical walking mountain of muscle, towering a good head and shoulders above others and having a staggeringly bulky body build. He has deep caramel colored skin that is peppered with a plethora of scars from a long life of misadventures. His hair is oak brown with a few premature grey streaks and is cut into a short Mohawk style, likewise he has a stylish beard that runs the length of his jawline. He has amber colored eyes that always seem to have a spark of passion in them. His left ear has two piercings towards its top. Bo's body is decorated with a whole assortment of tattoos; his entire back is covered in a tattoo of a pair of crossed angel wings, on his left pectoral he has a design of an American flag tearing through his skin, on his right deltoid he has a human heart being surrounded by vines and flowers, and on his right calf he has mechanical parts tearing through his skin.

Height

7'2"

Weight

323LBS

Likes

-Working Out-
-Boxing-
-Wrestling-
-MMA-
-Swimming-
-Cigars-
-Firearms-
-Helping Patients-
-Animals, Dogs Taking The Top Spot-
-R&B, Hip Hop, Blues, And Smooth Jazz-
-Strong Fruity Drinks-
-Spicy Foods-
-Sweets, Especially Anything Watermelon Flavored-

Dislikes

-Spoiled People-
-Tofu-
-Chewing Tabaco-
-Busy Work-
-Being Late-
-Modern Day "Mumble" Rap-
-Heavy Metal-
-Bigots-
-Tight Spaces-
-Fireworks-

Personality

Anyone who has ever spoken with Bo can tell you that the only thing bigger than him is his personality. The man is practically the living embodiment of the word passion. Everything he does he puts his all into, regardless of how big or small the task is. The level of determination inside of him is quite astonishing, once he has a goal in mind there is nothing in this world or the next that can get in his way. Bo always tries to keep a friendly attitude about him, it is a rare sight to catch him without a huge warm grin on his face. He has a huge soft spot for dogs and on the top of that list is his own fur covered buddy, a cute mix by the name of Whiskey. His years in the military has left him with quite the appreciation for getting things done in a timely manor, nothing shortens his patience quicker than someone putting off something that could be done now. He is incredibly dedicated to helping his patients, putting them and their recovery ahead of everything else. Under all of his positivity Bo does have a past that he is less than proud of, more over like many wounded veterans he has a few triggers that can send him down a less than pleasant path.

Zodiac Sign

Gemini, though he has never bothered to check himself.

Special Talent

Bo gives some of the best massages around. Despite how clumsy his meaty hands may appear to be the big lug is able use them to get knots out of muscles and crack backs in such a way that people have told him that they feel like completely new people afterwards.

Profession

Bo is a physical therapist that works out of a small clinic that he owns.
Bo has been known to work as a personal trainer from time to time.

Assets

-Achilles Heel Recovery Center-
His physical therapy clinic, it may be small but it does have a rather loyal client following.

-Apartment In Old Harbor-
It isn't the largest but it is more than enough For Bo and Whiskey

-Four Door Black Pick Up Truck-
It gets him from A to B, even if B is on the other side of a mountain.

-Whiskey-
His service dog, they have been together ever since Bo got out of the Army.

Bio

"Growing up my family didn't really have a whole lot, my mom was an exotic dancer at a night club so she wasn't exactly raking in the money, as for my dad I don't know the man, mom says he was just some guy that tipped her really well. I have six younger sisters, all of 'em have about the same story as me when it comes to the father department. I was a real shit kid if I'm going to be honest, I can't remember a day I didn't pull some stupid stunt; either cutting class, getting into fights, or stealing from other kids around the neighborhood. I was a real asshole by the end of it and like you would expect I eventually got into some serious trouble, got caught trying to steal a car. I would of been locked up if it wasn't for the fact that the guy who owned the car was a friend of my mom and he agreed not to press charges, but that was the last straw for my mom and she kicked me out. So there I was eighteen, no job, and no where to go, well that was until I found the Army recruiting office."

"Enlisting is a real culture shock when you are starting out, your entire life is basically turned upside down. You go from normal living to eating and breathing discipline and structure, every second of your day is planned out for you and you either get with the program or you get your ass handed to you until you shape up. It was the best thing that ever happened to me, it pushed me to become a better man and to finally get over that shitty attitude I had my whole childhood."

"I was a medic while I was in, a damn good one too if you ask me. My main job was patching people up if they got hurt while they were out on patrol, it happens more often than you would like. When I wasn't acting as doc I was out on patrol myself. Despite all of its faults I loved the job, getting to help my battle buddies and protect and serve, gives you a feeling of accomplishment that nothing else really can. But uh... things don't always stay so good when you're deployed..."

"Our convoy was on our way back from patrol, a pretty boring one too, we were about ten minutes out from base when it happened. The Humvee I was riding in rolled over an IED, blew me and two of my battle buddies about twenty feet into the air and ripped the truck in half. I don't remember a lot after that, I get flashes sometimes you know; metal flying through the air, smell of burning clothes, the moaning... but uh yeah I was us lucky enough to make it... my battles weren't."

"After the explosion I was in a coma for about a month, when I came to I was back in the states still pretty banged up. No surprise that I was honorably discharged while I was out, can't really serve your country from a hospital bed... They don't tell you it but getting out is just as big of a life change as joining, trying to be an everyday citizen again feels almost impossible. I uh was in a pretty dark place while I was recovering, I felt like I lost everything in that explosion; my job, my friends, my life... The only thing that kept me going was my physical therapist Susana, she worked with me everyday getting me back on my feet, literally. She never gave up on me even when I did, if it wasn't for her I don't think I would be here today."

"It took awhile but eventually I was able to get myself a game plan. Susana relit my passion for helping patients and I wanted to pay that kindness forward so I set off to become a physical therapist myself. Lucky for me I had a GI bill to pay for collage, I even managed to get a job as an EMT in my free time to help with bills. After a few years of hard work I graduated, it was honestly one of the happiest moments of my life, it takes the spot right after me officially adopting Whiskey."

"After graduating I set up shop in Sol city for a completely fresh start, that and the west coast has quite the number of vets in the need of a physical therapist that can actually relate to what they are going through. I'm just hoping that me and Whiskey aren't in over our heads here."

Family

-Rose Faith King-
Bo's mother, they have been estranged for a few years, but they tried to reconnect after Bo's injury. They aren't exactly the closest, but they have slowly been trying to fix things.

-Bliss June King-
The sister right under Bo, she is four years younger than him. She is currently married with a family of her own.

-Joy Mayflower King-
The sister under Bliss, she is eight years younger than Bo. She is following in her older brother's footsteps and trying to pursue a medical career.

-Grace Love King-
The sister under Joy, twelve years younger than Bo. She is a bit of a troubled child, just like Bo was at her age.

-Hope Lily King-
The sister under Grace, she is sixteen years younger than Bo. Hope is a quite bookish type who tries to keep her nose clean.

-Merry Honor King-
-Miricale Destiny King-
The sisters under Grace and the family's twins, they are twenty years younger than Bo. The twins are an adventurous pair and incredibly inquisitive for their age.

Theme

Actor or Actress who play your Character in a movie

-Hafþór Júlíus Björnsson-
AKA The Mountain from Game of Thrones

Simply Saarebas

How Many Birthday candles?
The decrepit and ancient age of twenty

Where You Be?
*Insert Bald Eagle Call Here*

How Long You In For?
I've been roleplaying for six years on RPG, was around during the days of the old site. Though I got my start with roleplaying over on Facebook.

"I'm Giving It All She's Got Captain!!
I have a pretty busy schedule so I try to get a few posts up a week, though I can't really do daily posts like I use to.

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@Pilatus Thanks, I've been wanting to throw my hat back into the ring for a while now and when I saw the intrest check I felt like it was the right time =)