AmpharosPlush’s Comments (group member since Dec 20, 2012)

AmpharosPlush’s comments from the SUPER FUGGING AWESOME RP GROUP group.

(Yes, I did. He's a thief.
I'm sorry about the off topic stuff, but how do you feel about J.J. Abrams directing Star Wars 7? I mean, the 2009 Star Trek supposedly wasn't half bad, and his Lost series is critically acclaimed. :3)

(Yes, I'll enter once I deem it efficient.)

(NAIT. >^<)

Name: Mercer Tauros
Age: 14
Looks: Pale skin, shaggy Brown hair, cold hazel eyes.
Gender: Male
Weapon: A weapon passed through his family other the generations. A longbow supposedly forged in an erupting volcano. It's thin and white, and sparkles like the moon whilst under light.
Um... Average citizen. (Theif/rogue)
Description of job: Mercer traverses throughout the city stealing valuables and pretty things. He then sells them to a few fences he knows for some quick cash.
Friends: Fences, specific guards.
Enemies: The rest of the guards, heroes, other thieves.
Likes: Money, sugar, stealing, archery.
Dislikes: Rules, elders, snobs, chapel.
Rebels or instill: Rebels
Personality: Impulsive and rude. Doesn't care about anyone besides himself.
Backstory: Mercer's parents died when he was only seven. He learned to live on his own, starting out as a kid doing a cutesy act to get pocket money off strangers, and later reaching full-time burglary. He has a record of never being caught.

Edmund notes the congregation of bumbling idiots nearby and decides to investigate.

(Edmund will be the reincarnation of that gen. 4 anime rival. :D)

(Rex changes from her Spanish to her Latin. Inside jokes are such fun.)

Edmund had been staying overnight in the town. It was a windy day, like those Edmund would once spend riding across the seas upon Cthulu. Of course, Edmund was no longer a kid. He was a trainer now, prepared to face the challenges of such a sick and almost sadistic seeming world. This town scared Edmund, for, where he grew up, the nurses had unique faces and unique names. Here, they all had the same cotton candy hair and plastic doll smiles, with their names all Joy. Edmund even feared people with their own faces; they all seemed to be watching and mocking him all the time, like they were all playing some game to see when he would finally snap.

The only peace Edmund found was in the night, where the streets were clear and he could be absorbed in the cold winds abstractly flowing across the town.

Name: Edmund Apex

Gender: Male

Age: 14

~Trainer~

Friends: The voices within his head that he's so happy he's found.

Starter pokemon: Tentacruel (Cthulu)

Beginner or advanced: Advanced.

Pokemon team: Rotom (Azathoth) and Dragonite (Father Hydra).

Personality: Considered fairly crazed by his opponents. He constantly makes references to all matters of strange things, distinctly H.P. Lovecraft novels. He speaks somewhat quietly, yet he's willing to stand against people who are simply incorrect.

Looks: Wears a black fedora and a black sweatshirt. He's not very attractive. He has fairly long, black hair.