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Eeeeehhhhh, I'll get it done after finals tommorrow. For now, I can offer you the description of his appearance at least!
Oh, pssh, just lemmee in then! I can get my app up fast, and get a few posts on before I head to bed!
The Allure Town guild. Some place, isn't it? At the bottom of it's wood-carved spiral staircase leading towards it's ominous and somehow friendly entrance, sits a Dewott and Oshawott, the latter of the two shivering in fear of their first time joining a huge guild and all. The Dewott chuckles to himself, giving the little otter fella a pat on the back. "Yeeeaaah, I remember my first time joinin' here! Don't worry 'lil guy, the hardest part is building up the courage to actually get on up there and enter and all - " He pauses, looking down at the Oshawott, who stares up at him, lip quivering, eyes beady and all cutesy-like.
"I promise you, as soon as you enter - all you get is a bunch of smiles, warm faces and nice people! All kind and nice and totally 100% cool!" Admidst a warm smile, the otter lets out a giggle, looking at the guild. "Y-you mean it, big bro?". The Dewott nods, giving a thumbs up. "Absolutely! What, you expect them to run it like a military camp or something?"
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"I AM GUNNERY SERGEANT TORRENTS, YOUR SENIOR DRILL INSTRUCTOR FOR THIS EVENING." The booming voice comes from some Pokemon a floor below the Guildmaster's room - the kitchen, to be exact. The brim of his red cap hides his eyes as he marches to and fro from the Pokemon lined up adjacent to him, holding a broom like a rifle against his shoulder. "From now on you will speak ONLY when spoken, to! The first and last words out of your measly little mouths will be sir, do I make myself clear?!" Response just as clear as his request from the Pokemon, standing straight. "SIR, YES, SIR!" The so-called sergeant tilts his head up, flipping his hat around backwards, unable to keep a straight face as he erupts in laughter. "Brahahaha! Oh, man, you guys actually fell for that, huh, gahahaha!" He points the broom at a Vulpix, shivering in fear. "You should've seen the look on your face, dude! Here, take a gummi, ya earned it for the scare you went through...as for everyone else, geez, you're wicked responsive for a bunch of rookies! Never had a clean-up crew this awesome!" He smiles brightly, and although you can't see his eyes under that tacky looking red-blue lens'd eyewear, you know he's excited.
First night of a bunch of rookies - clean up after dinner is a big deal to Breen, the only time he gets to be in charge!
"I promise you, as soon as you enter - all you get is a bunch of smiles, warm faces and nice people! All kind and nice and totally 100% cool!" Admidst a warm smile, the otter lets out a giggle, looking at the guild. "Y-you mean it, big bro?". The Dewott nods, giving a thumbs up. "Absolutely! What, you expect them to run it like a military camp or something?"
"I AM GUNNERY SERGEANT TORRENTS, YOUR SENIOR DRILL INSTRUCTOR FOR THIS EVENING." The booming voice comes from some Pokemon a floor below the Guildmaster's room - the kitchen, to be exact. The brim of his red cap hides his eyes as he marches to and fro from the Pokemon lined up adjacent to him, holding a broom like a rifle against his shoulder. "From now on you will speak ONLY when spoken, to! The first and last words out of your measly little mouths will be sir, do I make myself clear?!" Response just as clear as his request from the Pokemon, standing straight. "SIR, YES, SIR!" The so-called sergeant tilts his head up, flipping his hat around backwards, unable to keep a straight face as he erupts in laughter. "Brahahaha! Oh, man, you guys actually fell for that, huh, gahahaha!" He points the broom at a Vulpix, shivering in fear. "You should've seen the look on your face, dude! Here, take a gummi, ya earned it for the scare you went through...as for everyone else, geez, you're wicked responsive for a bunch of rookies! Never had a clean-up crew this awesome!" He smiles brightly, and although you can't see his eyes under that tacky looking red-blue lens'd eyewear, you know he's excited.
First night of a bunch of rookies - clean up after dinner is a big deal to Breen, the only time he gets to be in charge!
Pleasepleasepleaseplease Marty was such a great character! And I mean, technically he was a dragon, after all!
Oh shoot, I forgot about that.
GREAT, at first I was happy that I finally got through it without editing my ap- NOPE, GOTTA MAKE HIM AFRAID OF DRAGONS.
Annnnnd edited!
GREAT, at first I was happy that I finally got through it without editing my ap- NOPE, GOTTA MAKE HIM AFRAID OF DRAGONS.
Annnnnd edited!
So, uh, where's Snivy at, yo?
Oh trust me, if you had me on here liiiiike...4-5 years ago, I'd be all over drooling over Valve.
Now it's just as bad, though.
Now it's just as bad, though.
So uh, yeah, with my whole return to roleplaying and junk I miiiiiiiight go ahead and join this and whatnot. Under that obvious condition.
Name: Breen. Breen Torrents. He prefers milk shaken, not stirred.
Species: Mudkip
Gender: Male
Level: 10
Moves: -Water Gun -Mud Slap -Tackle -Swagger
Bio: Now this is the story all about how Breen's life got flipped turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how Breen Torrents became a janitor at a guild in a town called Allure. In the West of Treasure Town, born and raised, actually, wait no, more like Allure Town, yeah, that's where he praise! Chillin' out, maxin' relaxin' all cool, and listenin' to his dad preach about evolution right after school, when the quest for adventure sparked in his mind, he said: "I'm gonna join that big guild and kick some baddie behind!"
And well, he sorta stuck to that motivation, regardless of the outcome. By the book, Breen is a registered Guild Member, with his best friend Torchlite. He's been working there for a good amount of time actually! Lookit that team name - Scooterz! Works real well and all considering his goofy nature and whatnot. Living under the strict rules of his overly religious father, Booker, he sorta let loose with his adventurous and creative side - living out the dreams he's always wanted to when he was confined to staying inside of his room reading comic books with his best friend. And hey, now he's making progress! He's now confined to cleaning the guild in-between large expeditions and reading comic books on break...with a little bit of arguing with Archie here, a little bit of rule-breaking and wandering around over there - all around, he's living his dream!
Of course, he's dedicated to his own little antics around the town, weather it be some sort of job for kind 'ol Mr. McGuillicuddy down the street or working for some gang he's never heard of. Yeah. Nice. And on top of that, his sarcasm and wit will always, can always, and once again I repeat: WILL get him into trouble. In his spare time that doesn't involve work or fun or reading comics or playing the harmonica (he's a professional, trust me.), he's a real kind guy! Always wanting to make friends and such despite his development in the excellent skill of lying and fibbing constantly due to his obsession with comics. But I'm sure that won't play any part later on in this roleplay...
...right?
Appearance: Your average Mudkip, albeit skinnier, due to his constant hyperactivity. He’s got an orange dot on each of his paws - a Torrents family trait, and he wears a pair of novelty 3-D glasses, which he uses to better his eyesight due to his eyes being red and blue (see my profile picture for how it should look at least). He wears his standard rescue team bandanna in the style of a tie - usually a bow-tie. He also carries a small satchel which looks a lot smaller than it is on the inside...they're always like that. He also wears a red baseball cap with a lightning symbol on it, backwards. It's the style nowadays.
Differences: Small immunity towards electric-type moves, happens randomly, but usually results in him getting shocked. Terrified of heights and ghosts! And a slight slight fear of dragons....yeah, they're fuckin' terrifying.
Surprise! Let's keep things as they usually go and make me edit my app 5 times before actually starting, shall we?
Species: Mudkip
Gender: Male
Level: 10
Moves: -Water Gun -Mud Slap -Tackle -Swagger
Bio: Now this is the story all about how Breen's life got flipped turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how Breen Torrents became a janitor at a guild in a town called Allure. In the West of Treasure Town, born and raised, actually, wait no, more like Allure Town, yeah, that's where he praise! Chillin' out, maxin' relaxin' all cool, and listenin' to his dad preach about evolution right after school, when the quest for adventure sparked in his mind, he said: "I'm gonna join that big guild and kick some baddie behind!"
And well, he sorta stuck to that motivation, regardless of the outcome. By the book, Breen is a registered Guild Member, with his best friend Torchlite. He's been working there for a good amount of time actually! Lookit that team name - Scooterz! Works real well and all considering his goofy nature and whatnot. Living under the strict rules of his overly religious father, Booker, he sorta let loose with his adventurous and creative side - living out the dreams he's always wanted to when he was confined to staying inside of his room reading comic books with his best friend. And hey, now he's making progress! He's now confined to cleaning the guild in-between large expeditions and reading comic books on break...with a little bit of arguing with Archie here, a little bit of rule-breaking and wandering around over there - all around, he's living his dream!
Of course, he's dedicated to his own little antics around the town, weather it be some sort of job for kind 'ol Mr. McGuillicuddy down the street or working for some gang he's never heard of. Yeah. Nice. And on top of that, his sarcasm and wit will always, can always, and once again I repeat: WILL get him into trouble. In his spare time that doesn't involve work or fun or reading comics or playing the harmonica (he's a professional, trust me.), he's a real kind guy! Always wanting to make friends and such despite his development in the excellent skill of lying and fibbing constantly due to his obsession with comics. But I'm sure that won't play any part later on in this roleplay...
...right?
Appearance: Your average Mudkip, albeit skinnier, due to his constant hyperactivity. He’s got an orange dot on each of his paws - a Torrents family trait, and he wears a pair of novelty 3-D glasses, which he uses to better his eyesight due to his eyes being red and blue (see my profile picture for how it should look at least). He wears his standard rescue team bandanna in the style of a tie - usually a bow-tie. He also carries a small satchel which looks a lot smaller than it is on the inside...they're always like that. He also wears a red baseball cap with a lightning symbol on it, backwards. It's the style nowadays.
Differences: Small immunity towards electric-type moves, happens randomly, but usually results in him getting shocked. Terrified of heights and ghosts! And a slight slight fear of dragons....yeah, they're fuckin' terrifying.
Surprise! Let's keep things as they usually go and make me edit my app 5 times before actually starting, shall we?
-facedesk-
AIGHT, SO. Homework, projects, prom, birthday. What does this have to concern you? Time it takes till I join. Why do I care? Cuz you love me so.
So, HW should come to a halt pretty soon, meaning more free time. Projects? I gotta write and record and edit and do a lot with that, so that's over on Monday. Tuesday's my birthday, SO, Imma join then and all, make it all cool and junk.
Take my word for it. I wouldn't lie to you, now would I?
AIGHT, SO. Homework, projects, prom, birthday. What does this have to concern you? Time it takes till I join. Why do I care? Cuz you love me so.
So, HW should come to a halt pretty soon, meaning more free time. Projects? I gotta write and record and edit and do a lot with that, so that's over on Monday. Tuesday's my birthday, SO, Imma join then and all, make it all cool and junk.
Take my word for it. I wouldn't lie to you, now would I?
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