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Ill throw my hat in the ring.
Post to go up late tomorrow morning as, like I said, that's when I'll have the most time from now on
Hm, what post length are you hoping for? If you have a min/max what is it?
I'll try to post and change my icon l8er
I'm in
Duck, Right hook, straight punch, knee to the gut, finish it with a leg sweep and kick to the side. This was a rhythm that Rurik was very used to, his father had taught it to him after all, and it was the same rhythm that had put the man in front of him on the ground. He was a senior at Rurik's high school, and he'd misconceived one of Rurik's jokes as him making a pass at the older man's girlfriend. So, he'd thrown a punch at Rurik, and Rurik had responded in kind. This was why the gentleman was now lying, bruised, on the ground while Rurik turned to the man's girlfriend, saying "Sorry about that! I didn't mean to make it seem like I was hitting on you, I was just joking around y'know? Anyway, seeya later, your boyfriend'll be fine he'll just be a bit bruised."
With that, Rurik took off at a run, heading for his house half a mile away. Rurik couldn't drive yet, not back in Russia and not here, but he didn't mind. After all, running distance had it's advantages, didn't it? After 4 minutes at a light pace, Rurik arrived back at his house, and pulled out his phone. He'd thought that he had felt it vibrate during the run home but he hadn't been sure, though sure enough, he had a text message from Lyn. He hadn't ever really talked to her, so her offer of a camping trip was surprising to Rurik, but he'd accepted none the less. Opening the message, he cocked a smile and replied
Alright, I'll be sure to come along, I'll bring my Machete and my rifle, sound good?
With that, he locked the phone and slid it back into his pocket. He headed to his room to get the rifle ready, while contemplating what to make himself for supper. His aunt was away on a business trip, as per usual, so he was on his own. The good part about this was all he had to do was text her to say he was going, which he already had, and then go. Opening his rifle case, he pulled the weapon out and looked it over. A 30-30 bolt action rifle, whose model he'd never actually known. It'd been sent over with him from Russia, a parting gift from his father. Looking it over and finding it to be in good shape, he put it back in the case and grabbed the 4 5-round magazines he owned, putting them in with it. In his Duffel bag went a small box of 50 rounds, his sheathed machete, and a few extras. Namely a heavy jacket, it got cold at night, a dark-green Du-rag in case he lost the baseball cap he planned to wear, a few water bottles and a canteen. He laughed at himself slightly because he'd packed so light that the big duffel really hadn't been needed. He zipped it shut and then lay back on his bed, sighing to himself and yawning, wondering what may happen on this trip.
With that, Rurik took off at a run, heading for his house half a mile away. Rurik couldn't drive yet, not back in Russia and not here, but he didn't mind. After all, running distance had it's advantages, didn't it? After 4 minutes at a light pace, Rurik arrived back at his house, and pulled out his phone. He'd thought that he had felt it vibrate during the run home but he hadn't been sure, though sure enough, he had a text message from Lyn. He hadn't ever really talked to her, so her offer of a camping trip was surprising to Rurik, but he'd accepted none the less. Opening the message, he cocked a smile and replied
Alright, I'll be sure to come along, I'll bring my Machete and my rifle, sound good?
With that, he locked the phone and slid it back into his pocket. He headed to his room to get the rifle ready, while contemplating what to make himself for supper. His aunt was away on a business trip, as per usual, so he was on his own. The good part about this was all he had to do was text her to say he was going, which he already had, and then go. Opening his rifle case, he pulled the weapon out and looked it over. A 30-30 bolt action rifle, whose model he'd never actually known. It'd been sent over with him from Russia, a parting gift from his father. Looking it over and finding it to be in good shape, he put it back in the case and grabbed the 4 5-round magazines he owned, putting them in with it. In his Duffel bag went a small box of 50 rounds, his sheathed machete, and a few extras. Namely a heavy jacket, it got cold at night, a dark-green Du-rag in case he lost the baseball cap he planned to wear, a few water bottles and a canteen. He laughed at himself slightly because he'd packed so light that the big duffel really hadn't been needed. He zipped it shut and then lay back on his bed, sighing to himself and yawning, wondering what may happen on this trip.
This was made in my free period at school so it was assembled with whatever resources I have on hand, so tell me if theres anything that needs to be changed
Personal information
Character Name: Rurik James Ignatyev
Nickname: R.J
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Birthplace: Moscow, Russia
Schooling
Year Level: 3rd Year/Junior Year
Favorite Subject/s: History, English
Least Favorite Subject/s: Math
Occupation
Part-Time Job (If any): N/A
Job Description (If any): N/A
Physical Characteristics
General Appearance:
General Characteristics
Current Goal: To run a Marathon
Talents: Distance Running, Sprinting, Reading, Intelligent, And he’s an OK shot, not great not bad
Fears: Being Alone, Disappointing Others
General Personality: RJ acts like a very fun-loving guy to anyone who sees him. He’s always cracking jokes, that may or may not be funny, and making fun of things. He is always trying to help other people out and doesn’t seem to hold grudges for very long. He can be serious when confronted with something that calls for it however. Even when he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, he always try’s to sound like he does
Inner Personality: Rurik is actually very timid, though he hides that by stepping into the “Alter ego” of R.J. Hiding behind that nickname, he isn’t afraid of much, but in truth he is terrified of disappointing the people he cares about. He has a bit of an inferiority complex and doesn’t believe he’ll ever amount to much.
Secret: R.J zealously guards the information of why he left Russia.
Background
Biography: Rurik was born in Moscow, his mother was a politician but his father was former Spetsnaz. As such, discipline was very big in Rurik’s household. Growing up, Rurik was always being groomed to one day be Spetsnaz himself. He was taught how to shoot and how to fight hand to hand, and when he failed he was harshly punished. However, his mother was always gentle with him, and she made sure he still got to have a life with friends and other things.
However, on his 13th Birthday, Rurik was sent out of the country by his parents. He never told anyone why, though he strongly hints that he knows why. He was sent to Australia to live with his aunt so he could finish school. He was sent over with all his possessions, and a note that said not to return to Russia until he was 21. However, over the past three years, Rurik has resolved to never return to his homeland.
Other
Likes: Guns, Running, Runners, Nice people, Reading, Video Games
Dislikes: Most other sports, Conceited people, people who keep secrets, rumors, School
Personal information
Character Name: Rurik James Ignatyev
Nickname: R.J
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Birthplace: Moscow, Russia
Schooling
Year Level: 3rd Year/Junior Year
Favorite Subject/s: History, English
Least Favorite Subject/s: Math
Occupation
Part-Time Job (If any): N/A
Job Description (If any): N/A
Physical Characteristics
General Appearance:
General Characteristics
Current Goal: To run a Marathon
Talents: Distance Running, Sprinting, Reading, Intelligent, And he’s an OK shot, not great not bad
Fears: Being Alone, Disappointing Others
General Personality: RJ acts like a very fun-loving guy to anyone who sees him. He’s always cracking jokes, that may or may not be funny, and making fun of things. He is always trying to help other people out and doesn’t seem to hold grudges for very long. He can be serious when confronted with something that calls for it however. Even when he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, he always try’s to sound like he does
Inner Personality: Rurik is actually very timid, though he hides that by stepping into the “Alter ego” of R.J. Hiding behind that nickname, he isn’t afraid of much, but in truth he is terrified of disappointing the people he cares about. He has a bit of an inferiority complex and doesn’t believe he’ll ever amount to much.
Secret: R.J zealously guards the information of why he left Russia.
Background
Biography: Rurik was born in Moscow, his mother was a politician but his father was former Spetsnaz. As such, discipline was very big in Rurik’s household. Growing up, Rurik was always being groomed to one day be Spetsnaz himself. He was taught how to shoot and how to fight hand to hand, and when he failed he was harshly punished. However, his mother was always gentle with him, and she made sure he still got to have a life with friends and other things.
However, on his 13th Birthday, Rurik was sent out of the country by his parents. He never told anyone why, though he strongly hints that he knows why. He was sent to Australia to live with his aunt so he could finish school. He was sent over with all his possessions, and a note that said not to return to Russia until he was 21. However, over the past three years, Rurik has resolved to never return to his homeland.
Other
Likes: Guns, Running, Runners, Nice people, Reading, Video Games
Dislikes: Most other sports, Conceited people, people who keep secrets, rumors, School
Post is up, just like I promised.
Amami Yamashita woke up with a loud yawn, as her eyelids lazily fluttered open. Amami had nothing planned for today nor for the two days that would follow as her bank was closed for renovation, a minor one but intrusive enough that it required the bank to be closed. So, when she woke up she did not spring to her feet to get ready like she usually would. Instead, she lay with her eyes half-open, contemplating whether or not she wanted to go back to sleep. Ultimately she stood up with a loud groan of discontent, realizing that she would have to get up at some point so it was best to do it now.
When she got to her feet, she found herself dressing in normal clothes, a plain white shirt with a black jacket, blue jeans and a pair of boots. She wanted to go out and do something, even though she wasn't sure what that was at the moment. Grabbing her wallet and shoving it into her jeans, as she didn't believe in wearing a purse. After all, keeping everything important to you in a usually open-topped bag slung loosely over a shoulder seemed stupid to Amami. She grabbed her cell phone and slipped it into a jacket pocket along with her set of keys before leaving her apartment, shutting and locking the door behind her.
With that done she set out to wander the city, perhaps in search of adventure and perhaps in search of a quiet day. Amami herself wasn't sure, or at least not until she stumbled upon a small Ramen joint in downtown Tokyo. It was an unassuming place, but as Amami's stomach reminded her, she hadn't eaten breakfast that day. So, she stepped in and found a seat, ordering a standard bowl of Ramen, as she didn't feel like thinking about it too much. Soon the food came and Amami dug in, eager for something new and interesting in her otherwise unassuming and boring day off.
#46 Kasumi
Kasumi ducked under opponent's strike with the ease of a warrior who had been doing this for her whole life. In truth, that was because she had been. However, right now she wasn't in an honorable duel with another Sekirei, no she was fighting a human. She'd seen 4 men ganging up on a young woman as she ran across the roofs, and so she stopped to intervene. As they were human, she couldn't fight with her axe's blade or with her full strength, but that didn't matter. She drew her Greataxe, much to the fear and surprise of the humans, but one was brave and rushed her with his metal pipe, throwing his all into a powerful swing at her head.
Though it was powerful and fast to him, all Kasumi saw was wasted energy, improper handling of the weapon, and an attack that was clumsy at best. She easily blocked the blow with her axe's hilt and responded by striking him with a light strike to the gut. However, light to a Sekirei and light to a human were two different matters. The man fell to his knees clutching his stomach while the other scum looked on in awe. Kasumi turned to face them and drew back, as if she were about to use the double-sided axe as it was intended, as a fatal weapon. However, instead she said calmly "Collect your compatriot and do not trouble anyone again, should I see you again I won't be as merciful." They stayed for a brief moment, trying to remain defiant to the woman, but quickly caved in, grabbed their friend and ran away.
Before the woman could thank Kasumi, she'd already slung her axe back into it's rightful position and leapt onto the nearby fire escape, climbing to the top of the building. She did this so the woman would think she was some martial artist, and not suspect the truth. It was best if she dragged as few people into the Sekirei plan as possible. So, with a light grunt, she took off in the opposite direction, heading for the center of the city. That was an area that no one Ashikabi would easily claim, due to it's obviously central location, so it was where she was safest.
Arriving after several minutes of jumping, she went to her usual resting place. This was the top of an apartment building, whose residents never came up to the roof that Kasumi knew of. Up here, Kasumi had a small existence secured for herself. A rag and polish for her axe, a sleeping bag and a sharpening stone, all bought with money that Kasumi had come across one way or another. She lay back on the bag, setting her axe on her stomach and sighed, thinking to herself "Ashikabi-sama, where in this city are you?
When she got to her feet, she found herself dressing in normal clothes, a plain white shirt with a black jacket, blue jeans and a pair of boots. She wanted to go out and do something, even though she wasn't sure what that was at the moment. Grabbing her wallet and shoving it into her jeans, as she didn't believe in wearing a purse. After all, keeping everything important to you in a usually open-topped bag slung loosely over a shoulder seemed stupid to Amami. She grabbed her cell phone and slipped it into a jacket pocket along with her set of keys before leaving her apartment, shutting and locking the door behind her.
With that done she set out to wander the city, perhaps in search of adventure and perhaps in search of a quiet day. Amami herself wasn't sure, or at least not until she stumbled upon a small Ramen joint in downtown Tokyo. It was an unassuming place, but as Amami's stomach reminded her, she hadn't eaten breakfast that day. So, she stepped in and found a seat, ordering a standard bowl of Ramen, as she didn't feel like thinking about it too much. Soon the food came and Amami dug in, eager for something new and interesting in her otherwise unassuming and boring day off.
#46 Kasumi
Kasumi ducked under opponent's strike with the ease of a warrior who had been doing this for her whole life. In truth, that was because she had been. However, right now she wasn't in an honorable duel with another Sekirei, no she was fighting a human. She'd seen 4 men ganging up on a young woman as she ran across the roofs, and so she stopped to intervene. As they were human, she couldn't fight with her axe's blade or with her full strength, but that didn't matter. She drew her Greataxe, much to the fear and surprise of the humans, but one was brave and rushed her with his metal pipe, throwing his all into a powerful swing at her head.
Though it was powerful and fast to him, all Kasumi saw was wasted energy, improper handling of the weapon, and an attack that was clumsy at best. She easily blocked the blow with her axe's hilt and responded by striking him with a light strike to the gut. However, light to a Sekirei and light to a human were two different matters. The man fell to his knees clutching his stomach while the other scum looked on in awe. Kasumi turned to face them and drew back, as if she were about to use the double-sided axe as it was intended, as a fatal weapon. However, instead she said calmly "Collect your compatriot and do not trouble anyone again, should I see you again I won't be as merciful." They stayed for a brief moment, trying to remain defiant to the woman, but quickly caved in, grabbed their friend and ran away.
Before the woman could thank Kasumi, she'd already slung her axe back into it's rightful position and leapt onto the nearby fire escape, climbing to the top of the building. She did this so the woman would think she was some martial artist, and not suspect the truth. It was best if she dragged as few people into the Sekirei plan as possible. So, with a light grunt, she took off in the opposite direction, heading for the center of the city. That was an area that no one Ashikabi would easily claim, due to it's obviously central location, so it was where she was safest.
Arriving after several minutes of jumping, she went to her usual resting place. This was the top of an apartment building, whose residents never came up to the roof that Kasumi knew of. Up here, Kasumi had a small existence secured for herself. A rag and polish for her axe, a sleeping bag and a sharpening stone, all bought with money that Kasumi had come across one way or another. She lay back on the bag, setting her axe on her stomach and sighed, thinking to herself "Ashikabi-sama, where in this city are you?
I was waiting for Yipee to move it on, tbh -_-, but if we are all gonna move it on ourselves I'll try to get a post up.
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