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Yo! You actually are reading this bio! Wow! That's awesome! You should feel very proud of yourself, taking up your time, simply to read this bio, which I have constructed for you to read. You have no clue how completely validated I feel each time someone actually reads this bio. It certainly does wonders for one's self esteem, as you wouldn't believe how many people will look through my profile without bothering to read this fantastic bio, and yet, here you are. You, of all people, somehow still contain the willpower and determination to continue reading this bio. It must be as it was spoken in the prophecy, that those whom hold a place in your future will take the time to read your entire bio. That prophecy, of course, was nothing more than a lie. However, even this information doesn't deter you, does it? At this point, I'm truly not sure how you are still reading this. Could it be because you have sworn to yourself that you would finish reading this bio, no matter how boring or meaningless it might be? Or perhaps you are merely bored yourself, using this abnormally long bio as a way to take your mind off of some worldly troubles which you are currently afflicted in. It may even be possible that you are taking up a habit which I have performed many a time myself: you sit at your workplace with some sort of responsibility staring you in the face. Rather than facing this responsibility, however, you choose to ignore it entirely! You logged onto this website, whether it be on your computer, laptop, or smartphone, and somehow, with a surprising mix of luck and chance, you found yourself on my profile page, where you began reading my once seemingly innocent bio, and now find yourself in a snare that has hence lasted approximately 1,750 characters. Certainly a daunting number, don't you think so? I can only imagine that one such as you is asking, "Why is this person's bio so abnormally long? Where did he get this innate idea to waste not only my time, but his own, to write such an atrociously long bio for his profile page on this website? Well, truthfully, this bio came to being simply through an observation and a theory. While waiting for a response in a roleplay session, I glanced through my bio and saw that I had not yet written a bio. Thinking that it would be fun to give the majority of users and guests on this website some basic information about myself, I opened the tab to find that I could potentially type up to 100,000 characters. One hundred thousand characters! For one measly bio! I scoffed at the idea at first, but it truly intrigued me. I thought to myself, "What if I could somehow find a way to meet that maximum?" Surely, it would make me a king among the common masses of this website! Rumors would spread like wildfire of the man who had taken the time to type a one hundred thousand character bio! And I was not to use any cheeky tactics either. No copying and pasting, no images, no gibberish speak, merely me, taking the time out of my weekend to sit down and type a bio that was one hundred thousand words long! I decided at once to begin the journey and from there... Well, you know what happened from there. You've been reading it all, after all... Haven't you? You certainly weren't scrolling mindlessly through this masterfully created bio instead of taking the time to read and appreciate each carefully chosen word... Were you? *gasp* You weren't? How dare you! I take the precious time out of my day, nay, out of my week, to craft you a bio, a story, and you, with your absentmindedly scrolling fingers and your careless attitude, truly believe that you could scroll through this bio, perhaps check the end for some hidden secret and somehow avoid the full power of my rage? Oh, I'm sorry? Am I being too violent? Too aggressive? Too angry? You haven't even seen me angry!!! ...oh my. I'm so sorry. That truly was uncalled for. Can you... can you forgive me? Please? Oh, you will? Thank you, thank you so much! I'll make up for the mistake I've made, I promise! I'm just... shocked at what happened back there. Oh my, I'm starting to wonder if the pressure of such a large order is starting to get to me. Just look at me! Not only am I expecting myself to type out a 100,000 character essay, but now, you are too! Oh, don't try and deny it! After reading all of this waste of time, you know that you will only feel satisfied if I manage to somehow crank out 100,000 characters! Otherwise, such an endeavor would be merely pointless! There's got to be some way to appease both you and myself, some way for both of us to truly feel... happy. Wait. I think I just had an idea. I know this is going to sound crazy, but just hear me out. What if I type one hundred thousand characters... but I don't? Perhaps, I could write every last character in 5,000 character segments like this? That way, eventually I will have a 100,000 word bio and not go insane. Does that sound good? Great! In that case, FIRST SEGMENT COMPLETE!
Smiling, Sensei took a moment to commit the names of the rest of his team to memory, following the small escort sent to take them further into the Sanctuary. He made sure to observe the extensive security measures throughout the city, thinking to himself, This place is pretty well defended, especially considering how little time that they must've had to prepare for all of this. I can definitely see why R3v314t1on hasn't swarmed this place already. Looking through the shops, he saw almost nothing but guns, guns, swords, and more guns. One of the many downsides of going "weaponless." Not everyone saw the advantages of such a choice, and Sensei wanted to make sure that his teammates didn't do the same. James stayed mostly silent as the commander brought them to the General, who introduced them to Minx. With this much militarism and hierarchy throughout the Sanctuary, I'm surprised that none of these top guns haven't straight up started a dictatorship or something.
He listened intently as Minx introduced herself and looked over the group. Indeed, he had not been thrilled when he saw not a single Caretaker in the bunch. However, as they began to travel, he perked up as he heard his companions begin to list off their strengths. Hearing Watcher mention his sniper rifle was a plus; Sensei knew that he would need plenty of long range counterparts from the others, considering his own skill set. Yukihiro listed off not only his own abilities but those of his summons. He thought briefly on each of them: Indriel would be the one he would probably fight next to, Christian would provide much needed cover, and Alisia would be there when he inevitably made a mistake and took a crap ton of damage. Afterwards, there was Onyx, who kept his dialogue to a minimum. Sensei was about to speak out, until Echo did it for him. Her response was also fairly short, although she let her "Killing.Infiltration.Robot.Operator D Version" do the explaining. Yes, I am going to call it that every time I refer to it. If anything, he appreciated the message that he was sent. It would at least give him something to read on the way to Killion. Listening to Angel, he thought briefly on her wings. He could imagine plenty of uses for those, especially if they could carry any considerable weight. The thought of her carrying the entire team by her wings sprung to mind and made him giggle, until he realized that it was probably his own turn to speak.
Taking a moment to catch his breath and collect his thoughts, he spoke out to the group, saying, "Alright, so as you might have guessed, I'm one of those "idiotic weaponless" BattleBornes. Yeah, yeah, if you're going to insult me, I've heard it all before. Now, talking strategy, I'm definitely best up close, and I'll deal plenty of damage once I'm there. Most Brawlers are pretty tame, but I've studied martial arts my entire life, so I wouldn't say I'm like most Brawlers. But I'm basically no good from a distance, and I'll occasionally need plenty of cover to charge up my attacks. Still, I'll try to be an asset in any way possible."
@Polyphemus Thanks, dude! Those grapes sure look inspiring.
Also, I have an inquiry to ask of you. The dossier of my vigilante has shown that they never use a gun of any sort. Would it be acceptable to have them armed as such for the special event of the evening? Obviously, they would have little to no gun training, but it's the small things that matter.
@Joshua Tamashii I mean, you can have the rest of mine, but I think I already ate most of the good flavors. *gives half-eaten box of Every Flavor Beans* Enjoy! Or at least try not to get the rotten egg flavor. That stuff traumatizes you for life.
@HushedWhispers Do you think that you could move Gary to the Head Wannabe role? I suppose it really makes not much difference if he's the only wannabe so far, but it's just something I want to get sorted out before it's too late.
"If a man does not have the sauce, then he is lost. But the same man can be lost in the sauce." -Gucci Mane Name:
Gerald Darwin Roberts
Nickname:
Gary
Birth Date:
03/13/16
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Homosexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Occupation:
Olive Garden Dishwasher
Classification:
Sophomore
Role:
Head Wannabe
In Depth Appearance:
Gary is about 5' 7", short for his age, and he definitely has a "skin and bones" figure, weighing only about 100 lbs. He has a single piercing in his right ear, in which he regularly wears, ironically, a half red and half green stud earring. He generally tries to keep with the latest trends, spending a good portion of his dishwashing money on various designer clothing. Throughout all the fashion changes, he keeps one piece of clothing that he enjoys wearing: a ragged brown leather jacket that he's owned for a few years. He keeps his hair styled the same for the most part, and he is not ashamed to pride himself on it, only changing it when the latest trends dictate as such. He has one small tattoo on his left shoulder: a fried egg, captioned with the irresistible pun: "Eggscelent."
M Y Q U I R K S
Habits | Quirks | Oddities
•Snaps his fingers along to music in his head •Mentally compares people to different foods when he first meets them •Constantly jokes about certain colors that he can't tell apart •Bites his fingernails •Never wears a hat
Hobbies:
•Cooking •Singing (not very well, but he doesn't care) •Online Shopping
Likes:
•Italian Food •Board Games •Parties (who doesn't?) •Dystopian Fiction •Snow
Dislikes:
•Dancing •Black Licorice •Mobile Games •Thunderstorms •Dogs
Fears:
•Rejection •Public Humiliation •Snakes
Personality:
♦ Optimistic ♦ Clingy ♦ Comedic ♦ Submissive ♦
Gary has always been someone who looks ahead to the future and sees success and happiness, regardless of how dire his current situation is. Anyone who meets him will instantly be hit with his bright personality and accepting behavior. Knowing what it is like to be on the outside, he will take the effort to befriend anyone who feels left out, for the most part. He has a sense of humor that makes him easily approachable, although some tend to see him as naïve because of this. Becoming friends with him is relatively easy, and he will consider everyone who he meets to be a friend of his. He is also very trusting of those he considers friends, burdening himself to them even when it might not be particularly welcome. In the same way, he welcomes anyone who comes to him for emotional support, never wanting anyone to feel like they have no one to turn to.
However, Gary would think of himself like a cup of black coffee; some enjoy the flavor, but if they don't like it, they hate it. Once Gary becomes friends with anyone, he will take plenty of effort to hang out and talk to them whenever possible. He constantly worries that if he doesn't spend enough time with them, then they won't want to be friends with him anymore, although this mindset causes most to see him as clingy and separate themselves from him for the opposite reason. Along with this mindset, he has made the effort to not let the negativity of others affect his thoughts about them. At least, that's how he sees it. In reality, months of being pushed aside and ridiculed by A-Listers like the Royals has made him extremely submissive, not willing to defend himself against the attacks of those above him socially. On the rare occasion that others try to defend him, he often thanks them before saying that "it's fine," or "they're just joking around." Indeed, he's even managed to convince himself of this.
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
History:
Gary was born and raised in the Beverly Hills area to a rather wealthy family, as most in the area were. His father was a famous neurosurgeon and his mother was a former fashion model, so expectations in the family were definitely high for Gary to become a lawyer or a doctor or something of similar success. The cards were never really stacked in his favor from the beginning, as he began to struggle even in kindergarten. He was never the brightest kid in his class, but this early struggle was caused by something very different. When he was 6, it was discovered that he had red-green color blindness, and though his parents tried to help him adapt, he found that the best way to cope with it was to joke it off, giving him a reputation throughout his school career as a class clown. A turning point in his life was on his tenth birthday, when his parents threw an extravagant party. They both invited as many successful friends as possible, encouraging him to ask about their careers, hoping to inspire him to take to one of their job choices. However, to their surprise, he spent almost the entire party chatting with the hired catering service. By the end of the night, he was convinced that he wanted to become a professional chef and own his own restaurant. His parents shrugged it off as a childish dream, but it was one that he has carried on to the present day, a choice that his parents are not supporters of. Indeed, over the summer, he started working as a dishwasher at a local Olive Garden, as it was the closest that he could get to working in the kitchen at his age.
Almost as soon as he entered the 8th grade, another wedge was driven between Gary and his parents once he came out as homosexual. He personally felt like it was something he had always known, but his parents were convinced that it was an "adolescent phase" of his and refused to speak to him any more on the matter. The issue remained unresolved until he brought home his first boyfriend three months later. At this point, they accepted his decision, but they truly never looked at him the same way afterwards. Sending him to Beverly Hills High School was their personal decision, as they hoped hat the prestigious school would help him to get his life in order. To be honest, Gary's freshman year was the most frightening time of his life. He was generally outcast from most of his classmates, and a group of seniors took to ridiculing him because of this. They were cruel and ruthless, taking every opportunity to push him down. At some points, he considered asking to exchange to a different school, but he knew that his parents wouldn't allow it and would think him to be even more hapless than he already was. Eventually, he found himself clinging to the Royals, as even being associated with them was enough to keep the bullies away. From this point on, he was convinced that he would find a way to join their ranks, no matter what it took.
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M I S C .
Extracurricular Activities:
None
Extra:
Disturbed's cover of "The Sound of Silence" is pretty good. So yeah, that.
Yo! You actually are reading this bio! Wow! That's awesome! You should feel very proud of yourself, taking up your time, simply to read this bio, which I have constructed for you to read. You have no clue how completely validated I feel each time someone actually reads this bio. It certainly does wonders for one's self esteem, as you wouldn't believe how many people will look through my profile without bothering to read this fantastic bio, and yet, here you are. You, of all people, somehow still contain the willpower and determination to continue reading this bio. It must be as it was spoken in the prophecy, that those whom hold a place in your future will take the time to read your entire bio. That prophecy, of course, was nothing more than a lie. However, even this information doesn't deter you, does it? At this point, I'm truly not sure how you are still reading this. Could it be because you have sworn to yourself that you would finish reading this bio, no matter how boring or meaningless it might be? Or perhaps you are merely bored yourself, using this abnormally long bio as a way to take your mind off of some worldly troubles which you are currently afflicted in. It may even be possible that you are taking up a habit which I have performed many a time myself: you sit at your workplace with some sort of responsibility staring you in the face. Rather than facing this responsibility, however, you choose to ignore it entirely! You logged onto this website, whether it be on your computer, laptop, or smartphone, and somehow, with a surprising mix of luck and chance, you found yourself on my profile page, where you began reading my once seemingly innocent bio, and now find yourself in a snare that has hence lasted approximately 1,750 characters. Certainly a daunting number, don't you think so? I can only imagine that one such as you is asking, "Why is this person's bio so abnormally long? Where did he get this innate idea to waste not only my time, but his own, to write such an atrociously long bio for his profile page on this website? Well, truthfully, this bio came to being simply through an observation and a theory. While waiting for a response in a roleplay session, I glanced through my bio and saw that I had not yet written a bio. Thinking that it would be fun to give the majority of users and guests on this website some basic information about myself, I opened the tab to find that I could potentially type up to 100,000 characters. One hundred thousand characters! For one measly bio! I scoffed at the idea at first, but it truly intrigued me. I thought to myself, "What if I could somehow find a way to meet that maximum?" Surely, it would make me a king among the common masses of this website! Rumors would spread like wildfire of the man who had taken the time to type a one hundred thousand character bio! And I was not to use any cheeky tactics either. No copying and pasting, no images, no gibberish speak, merely me, taking the time out of my weekend to sit down and type a bio that was one hundred thousand words long! I decided at once to begin the journey and from there... Well, you know what happened from there. You've been reading it all, after all... Haven't you? You certainly weren't scrolling mindlessly through this masterfully created bio instead of taking the time to read and appreciate each carefully chosen word... Were you? *gasp* You weren't? How dare you! I take the precious time out of my day, nay, out of my week, to craft you a bio, a story, and you, with your absentmindedly scrolling fingers and your careless attitude, truly believe that you could scroll through this bio, perhaps check the end for some hidden secret and somehow avoid the full power of my rage? Oh, I'm sorry? Am I being too violent? Too aggressive? Too angry? [b]You haven't even seen me angry!!![/b]
...oh my. I'm so sorry. That truly was uncalled for. Can you... can you forgive me? Please? Oh, you will? Thank you, thank you so much! I'll make up for the mistake I've made, I promise! I'm just... shocked at what happened back there. Oh my, I'm starting to wonder if the pressure of such a large order is starting to get to me. Just look at me! Not only am I expecting myself to type out a 100,000 character essay, but now, you are too! Oh, don't try and deny it! After reading all of this waste of time, you know that you will only feel satisfied if I manage to somehow crank out 100,000 characters! Otherwise, such an endeavor would be merely pointless! There's got to be some way to appease both you and myself, some way for both of us to truly feel... happy.
Wait. I think I just had an idea. I know this is going to sound crazy, but just hear me out. What if I type one hundred thousand characters... but I don't? Perhaps, I could write every last character in 5,000 character segments like this? That way, eventually I will have a 100,000 word bio and not go insane. Does that sound good? Great! In that case, [b]FIRST SEGMENT COMPLETE![/b]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Yo! You actually are reading this bio! Wow! That's awesome! You should feel very proud of yourself, taking up your time, simply to read this bio, which I have constructed for you to read. You have no clue how completely validated I feel each time someone actually reads this bio. It certainly does wonders for one's self esteem, as you wouldn't believe how many people will look through my profile without bothering to read this fantastic bio, and yet, here you are. You, of all people, somehow still contain the willpower and determination to continue reading this bio. It must be as it was spoken in the prophecy, that those whom hold a place in your future will take the time to read your entire bio. That prophecy, of course, was nothing more than a lie. However, even this information doesn't deter you, does it? At this point, I'm truly not sure how you are still reading this. Could it be because you have sworn to yourself that you would finish reading this bio, no matter how boring or meaningless it might be? Or perhaps you are merely bored yourself, using this abnormally long bio as a way to take your mind off of some worldly troubles which you are currently afflicted in. It may even be possible that you are taking up a habit which I have performed many a time myself: you sit at your workplace with some sort of responsibility staring you in the face. Rather than facing this responsibility, however, you choose to ignore it entirely! You logged onto this website, whether it be on your computer, laptop, or smartphone, and somehow, with a surprising mix of luck and chance, you found yourself on my profile page, where you began reading my once seemingly innocent bio, and now find yourself in a snare that has hence lasted approximately 1,750 characters. Certainly a daunting number, don't you think so? I can only imagine that one such as you is asking, "Why is this person's bio so abnormally long? Where did he get this innate idea to waste not only my time, but his own, to write such an atrociously long bio for his profile page on this website? Well, truthfully, this bio came to being simply through an observation and a theory. While waiting for a response in a roleplay session, I glanced through my bio and saw that I had not yet written a bio. Thinking that it would be fun to give the majority of users and guests on this website some basic information about myself, I opened the tab to find that I could potentially type up to 100,000 characters. One hundred thousand characters! For one measly bio! I scoffed at the idea at first, but it truly intrigued me. I thought to myself, "What if I could somehow find a way to meet that maximum?" Surely, it would make me a king among the common masses of this website! Rumors would spread like wildfire of the man who had taken the time to type a one hundred thousand character bio! And I was not to use any cheeky tactics either. No copying and pasting, no images, no gibberish speak, merely me, taking the time out of my weekend to sit down and type a bio that was one hundred thousand words long! I decided at once to begin the journey and from there... Well, you know what happened from there. You've been reading it all, after all... Haven't you? You certainly weren't scrolling mindlessly through this masterfully created bio instead of taking the time to read and appreciate each carefully chosen word... Were you? *gasp* You weren't? How dare you! I take the precious time out of my day, nay, out of my week, to craft you a bio, a story, and you, with your absentmindedly scrolling fingers and your careless attitude, truly believe that you could scroll through this bio, perhaps check the end for some hidden secret and somehow avoid the full power of my rage? Oh, I'm sorry? Am I being too violent? Too aggressive? Too angry? <span class="bb-b">You haven't even seen me angry!!!</span><br>...oh my. I'm so sorry. That truly was uncalled for. Can you... can you forgive me? Please? Oh, you will? Thank you, thank you so much! I'll make up for the mistake I've made, I promise! I'm just... shocked at what happened back there. Oh my, I'm starting to wonder if the pressure of such a large order is starting to get to me. Just look at me! Not only am I expecting myself to type out a 100,000 character essay, but now, you are too! Oh, don't try and deny it! After reading all of this waste of time, you know that you will only feel satisfied if I manage to somehow crank out 100,000 characters! Otherwise, such an endeavor would be merely pointless! There's got to be some way to appease both you and myself, some way for both of us to truly feel... happy.<br>Wait. I think I just had an idea. I know this is going to sound crazy, but just hear me out. What if I type one hundred thousand characters... but I don't? Perhaps, I could write every last character in 5,000 character segments like this? That way, eventually I will have a 100,000 word bio and not go insane. Does that sound good? Great! In that case, <span class="bb-b">FIRST SEGMENT COMPLETE!</span></div>
