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Bio

All you need to know about me is this.

I'm 17. Male. Born and raised in a country which you've probably never heard of. I've been RPing since quite a while, and I'm not very proud of that. My first RP experiences were in Chatango, where I fumbled with words like a timid inmate in a prison shower. Looking back at it, my Chatango escapades were pretty cringe worthy, but then again I'll probably feel the same about my RPG escapades when I look back at them 10 years from now, in the comfort of my bayside yacht while Playboy bunnies rub my hairless chest (to be clear, I don't have a medical condition that prevents hair from coming out, but I figure I'll be rich enough to wax them in a weekly basis by then). Hell, ten seconds after I'm done with this, I'll probably regret it. Hard.

Anyway, onto my preferences.

You may find my preferences pretty specific, honestly. It's also the main reason why I have been struggling to get an RP going for several years now. Actually, just one. Just one year. But I digress. I dislike medieval fantasy settings, which, much to my dismay, make 60 percent of this guild. I dislike most fandom-related RPs. Same goes to the multiverse ones. Unless you're going with a really original take on the series, there's a chance that I won't be interested in it. I am not one for Nation RPs, although I can see the appeal. This has less to do with me not liking it, and more with me being inept at managing a country. If, by any chance, you've got a modern conspiracy RP or anything where the government (or a powerful organization of the likes) is wrecking havoc, I'm in. I know what you might be thinking; "This guy's a fucking weirdo". Yeah, well there's a likelihood that you've been in this Guild more than me, so who the fuck are you to judge? I just like modern military RPs. My book shelf is filled with Tom Clancy novels, Robert Ludlum, Mr. Ian Motherfucking Fleming, the man who started it all - I'm addicted to this shit. I don't mind it if there's a slight blend of fantasy/sci-fi in it, if you've got an RP which matches what I just described, feel free to PM me with a link. Mystery also happens to be my cup of tea.

I've also been trying to broaden my horizon recently, so I have no problem with joining RPs which up until yesterday I considered out of my safe zone. I've always been a fan of superhero/superpower RPs, as long as they're gritty and grounded. Slice of life, romance - turns out I actually enjoy that stuff. They allow me to let loose my inner teenager. I'm currently in a zombie RP which hasn't started yet, so while there's no telling how much I'll enjoy it, I can, again, see the appeal. I can adjust myself to playing a plethora of different male characters; psychos, cowards, badasses, et cetera, but I can't play women for some reason. Before someone labels me a sexist, trust me, it's not because of that.

So, this is me. Again, if you have any RP that you think I might like, throw it in. I'll take a look. No promises.

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I have to work on a plethora of stuff, like the Appearance section and the Miscellaneous, but the overall story is this. If you have anything that puts you off, let me know. I'll fix it.
In the short period of time in which their handshake lasted, Aaron did his best to extract as much data as he could. He had read Katsu's file, since after all he was his leader and potential friend, but files usually stored superficial information like biography, age, gender, et cetera, information which wouldn't be of much help. He needed to know his colleagues deeper, and thankfully with the right mindset, something as customary as shaking hands could tell a lot about the other person. For example, in that case, within the first seconds of the grip, Aaron could already see that Mr. Fukui, in spite of his short height, had a very roughened palm. That was obviously courtesy of his previous adventures, taking into account he was Rank V, and Rank V always translated to 'highly experienced'. He had slain a great deal of monsters before, and the fact that he didn't throw in a quip about Hodge's blue hair signified he was already accommodated to the bizarre and possessed a great level of maturity, which he could imagine was what got him promoted in the first place. Aaron was well aware that there had to be more to him than that, but for the time being, he was satisfied. The blue haired teenager opened his mouth in an attempt to answer Mr. Fukui's question, but he was interrupted by the emergence of another Knight, female; of african descent, slightly shorter than him and possessing great physical feats. At this point, he figured out she must be Ayashe Kalu. He had thrown a quick glance at her file during his break, but there was no mention of her tendency to tag her peers with nicknames. Either way, she seemed to be the agency's diva. She stole everyone's sights, and consequently, hearts, with her elegant and confident waltz, an indicator that she was the heir to a wealthy and influential family. Her appearance provoked two other Knights which Aaron hadn't met before to reveal themselves - a Russian muscle and a German, manchild version of Stephen Merchant. At this rate, the British Knight realized he had a lot of catching up to do. Leaving Mr. Fukui's question unanswered for the time being, the boy slightly leaned towards Jasmine, using the confusion to throw in an inaudible buzz. "Psst, Jazz!" The secretary immediately shifted his sight at the boy, visibly disorientated by the way he referred to her. "What are the chances that you've gotten hold of my cane?", the boy proceeded with a query, his tone now slightly higher than before. Ms. Gilboa's stutter showed she was still muddled, but managed to land an answer anyway. "Oh, oh..yeah. It's in your desk. I polished it a little bit, I hope you don't mind." "I don't", Aaron responded yet again, sneaking a passing smirk at her before speeding towards his desk, away from the crowd. The way his backpack bounced visibly annoyed him, so as soon as he made his way to the desk, he slammed it down on the seat. Quickly pulling the zipper down, he opened his backpack and pulled a couple of books. Needless to say, his desk was organized to an extent. The right side was infested by different board games; chess, jigsaw, monopoly, brain teasers and books with logic as their main theme. The right side was filled with Conan Doyle novels and the latest season of BBC Sherlock, while the middle space was reserved for stuff which he thought would benefit him in evolving as a Knight. In there, he stacked a couple of books about mythology, ranging from the Mediterranean to Scandinavia and beyond. It was thanks to those books that he finally realized that the creature that attacked him that dreaded night was, in fact, a Griffin as opposed a Fury, which was his initial assumption. It was worth stating that the monsters looked extremely different from how they were portrayed in ancient literature, which justified the boy's mistake. After neatly stacking his books up, he grabbed his cane and slowly folded it, placing it at a side slot in his backpack.
It's okay. The perks of having a 1x1 RP is that you can take it easy and not stress about everything. Heck, I'm dealing with a lot of pressure too, so I can relate.
I put up together a couple of sentences and made a post. The quality will increase once we get out of Belle Reve, I promise.
At this point, Slade didn't know what was putting him off more; the fact that Catman was not following the guidelines, or the fact that Ravager was looking for approval by him in every action she was taking. Her flirting and her surprisingly bright nature in the face of danger was a slight but still present addition that fueled the Mercenary's frustration. Despite his agitation, he still could muster enough power to keep a straight face, lightly slapping Ravager's hand as she asked for permission to hitch a bike. "Let's leave fun for later. For now, I need your blades to do the work." Slade had previously noticed that his copy cat bore a set of extremely versatile blades, with the sharpness of a high-frequency sword but not crafted from the same material. He would have noticed. They seemed to cut through layers of rough substance with relative ease, and it was exactly that said attribute which would help the team progress their escape. The APCs were equipped with cutting edge hardware. What was keeping Task Force X, or what was left of it, from sure escape was the locked door, which needed a code AND a retinal scan to unlock, an obstacle which Slade didn't anticipate. His sword couldn't do any damage, while Cap's explosive boomerangs would either risk blowing the entire car up or would serve no purpose. Their only choice was Ravager, or rather her weapons. Deathstroke side stepped from the girl's way, extending his palm towards the car in a suggestive fashion, at the same time throwing a glance at Cap Boomer. "How's your driving?"
Correct me if I am wrong, but isn't 5'11 like 180 centimeters? I think you mean 5'1.
Actually, there is still one open slot, albeit one reserved to AiyvaGuard. If she doesn't make her characters, then I guess you'll be in IN no time.
Boom! Posted. Also, are the monsters going to originate from different mythologies? Cause I'm pretty sure one of the character's bios involved a harpy, which stems from Greek mythology.
Sporting a fancy white shirt with a fancy black tie, which matched his choice of black slim fit jeans and which somewhat rivaled his beige backpack, Aaron made his way to the office, oblivious to what was happening around. He had completely immersed himself into the virtual world his phone, and possibly must trusted companion, unraveled before him. He was reading logs, logs that stored all his previous adventures and provided him with details about certain places and certain people of interest. Even though he already was a knight, he hadn't participated in a mission as of yet, so given no chance to show his true nature, he simply passed time by doing freelance work for his neighbor, mostly using his powers to rescue their pets and find lost jewels they got from thrift shops. Not to say he didn't enjoy his work - he just needed something bigger, something that could force him to display all of his potential. After sliding his phone down on the front pocket of his pants, Aaron shook his head, mentally berating himself for his constant requests to add flavor to his dull life. Things had been peaceful quite a while, so while a monster's appearance would mean more serious work, it would also mean that people's lives would be on the line and that's something he couldn't allow himself. After all, his powers of manipulating paper only served for surveillance or deliveries. They were nothing against the frightening might of the monsters that TERA had been facing all these years, and he couldn't just punch a beast until a knockout. He could try, but it wouldn't end well. Aaron's harmless pondering had unknowingly brought him before the TERA headquarters. He didn't recall his last trip being that short, but it was probably a trick of his overloaded mind. The buzzing sound the call button made quickly attracted Ms. Gilboa's attention, who responded with a rigid "How may I help you?". Even though a clandestine group, TERA didn't have a permanent facade other than that building. It was very weird, and fortunate, how no one even thought of sniffing around and try to uncover the purpose that old building served. Though even if someone tried, the Lords would eventually get wind of it and make attempts to peacefully get rid of whatever incriminating evidence they would possess. Recognizing Jasmine's monotone voice, the blue-haired misfit uttered "Aaron Hodges, reporting for duty". There was a brief intermission, before he got a response from the lady "I'm sorry, who?". At this point, Aaron figured out either she was messing with him or she really had a bad memory. He assumed it was the latter, and decided to take a different approach. "You might recognize me as the guy with the weird hair. You know, the Mountain Bluebird? That rings any bells?". Ms. Gilboa was briefly drowned into thoughts, then immediately responded, a half-smile slightly parting her lips. "Oh yes, please come in Mr. Hodges.", unlocking the door as she did. The presence of two other knights took Aaron faintly aback. He could recognize the younger one; Dashing, or so he was called. They had small talk in the past, but never a proper conversation. While the other one, the short man with the trimmed hair, he had never met. If it wasn't for his shakujō, the boy would have probably never known that the small guy was actually Katsu Fukui, a Rank V Knight and his superior. Upon finding that out, he was thankful that he refrained from cracking a joke about his height. That would have been extremely awkward. Extending his hand in the friendliest manner he could while simultaneously mustering a wide grin, Aaron greeted, his british accent adding a dose of finesse. "Greetings Mr. Fukui. I see you're back from your trip!"
I'm definitely interested.
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