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If there's one thing Kuunya, Motoko couldn't bear, it was not getting his way.
Be it with money.
Be it with options.
Be it with women.
But there's one thing Motoko could stand, and it was newbies.
And because of that.
Motoko was great.
.This RP takes place in the city of Kan, a beautiful city with a dark and dangerous slums. The leader of the Vulkains, a notorious gang known for it's merciless leader is crumbling due to the fact their leader has ben assasinated and the Vice, Kuunya Motoko had dropped out that same day. However, being attacked and bribed back, Motoko has stepped up to the power of the Vulkains.
He is a ruthless man with a softspot for not many, today is January 20th, 2099. The snow is letting up and there's not much on the ground. There is currently a surge of newbies either being forced to join or wanting to try out. So they're currently in try-outs. .
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He watched with careful eyes.
The smoker was a understandable man. To become the master of one thing, to conquer it, everyone starts at one point. Some had an advantage, and some had none.
But these kids were awful.
Motoko leaned against the wall of the roof doors, gazing down upon the new members interacting and sparring one another. He looked over at his vice, his beta and omega and his stray soldiers lined up against the edge or walking around and not paying attention. These were the people who he could trust. They probably already grew bored, but the blonde found something in a few of these newbies. He checked, none of them as using any magic, no illusions...
He blew out a large cloud of smoke from his parted pink lips.
Alright, thats enough.
Motoko simply walked off the edge of the dirty roof, landing on his two feet. It was like a feather landing on the ground.
"Call me nothing but Boss." He said simply.
His eyes were slithering from newbie to newbie. The colleagues followed suit, compared to some of the bulky, overweening fighters behind the male, they could have been mistaken at the head honcho.
This guy was just a lean 5'9 blondie with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Who thinks this training is too hard?" He said aloud. One female raised her hand hesitantly. Before others could raised theirs because she did, Motoko strolled over and poked her in the forehead. She crumbled to the ground, red leaking from her ears. He stared down at her lifeless body with unseen pity as she melted and disappeared into the ground.
"Any one else?"
He turned to them.
Dead fucking silence.
"I hope you're not lying."
His voice was very soft and gentle for a man who just murdered a girl.
But who knows? Maybe he didn't actually kill her.
Magic can be a bitch.
"Alright. Onto your next course." He murmured. The alley trembled, bricks turning into white and fading away. The putrid water evaporated, the dumpsters dissengrating into thin air. It was replaced with flowing blades of the greenest grass, trees of pink and white picket fences. Flowers of every color sprouted from the fertile ground.
The newbies broke into disgusted whispers on what just took place. Birds chirping, sun shining and the city in the distance. However, they were kind of locked in by the picket fence. Motoko jumped the fence, a large bolt of electricity running up both arms. Unaffected, he shoved his hands back in pockets after he landed on the other side and kept walking until he reached his colleagues.
A number formed in front of the faces of the newbies, '1:30'. It immediately began counting down. Now all there is to do is to wait.
♥ OUT OF CHARACTER THREAD ♥
Be it with money.
Be it with options.
Be it with women.
But there's one thing Motoko could stand, and it was newbies.
And because of that.
"Are you going to his funeral? I heard only Kuunya had to show."
Motoko was great.
I need to smoke.
.This RP takes place in the city of Kan, a beautiful city with a dark and dangerous slums. The leader of the Vulkains, a notorious gang known for it's merciless leader is crumbling due to the fact their leader has ben assasinated and the Vice, Kuunya Motoko had dropped out that same day. However, being attacked and bribed back, Motoko has stepped up to the power of the Vulkains.
He is a ruthless man with a softspot for not many, today is January 20th, 2099. The snow is letting up and there's not much on the ground. There is currently a surge of newbies either being forced to join or wanting to try out. So they're currently in try-outs. .
×××××××××××××××××××××××
He watched with careful eyes.
The smoker was a understandable man. To become the master of one thing, to conquer it, everyone starts at one point. Some had an advantage, and some had none.
But these kids were awful.
Motoko leaned against the wall of the roof doors, gazing down upon the new members interacting and sparring one another. He looked over at his vice, his beta and omega and his stray soldiers lined up against the edge or walking around and not paying attention. These were the people who he could trust. They probably already grew bored, but the blonde found something in a few of these newbies. He checked, none of them as using any magic, no illusions...
He blew out a large cloud of smoke from his parted pink lips.
Alright, thats enough.
Motoko simply walked off the edge of the dirty roof, landing on his two feet. It was like a feather landing on the ground.
"Call me nothing but Boss." He said simply.
His eyes were slithering from newbie to newbie. The colleagues followed suit, compared to some of the bulky, overweening fighters behind the male, they could have been mistaken at the head honcho.
This guy was just a lean 5'9 blondie with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Who thinks this training is too hard?" He said aloud. One female raised her hand hesitantly. Before others could raised theirs because she did, Motoko strolled over and poked her in the forehead. She crumbled to the ground, red leaking from her ears. He stared down at her lifeless body with unseen pity as she melted and disappeared into the ground.
"Any one else?"
He turned to them.
Dead fucking silence.
"I hope you're not lying."
His voice was very soft and gentle for a man who just murdered a girl.
But who knows? Maybe he didn't actually kill her.
Magic can be a bitch.
"Alright. Onto your next course." He murmured. The alley trembled, bricks turning into white and fading away. The putrid water evaporated, the dumpsters dissengrating into thin air. It was replaced with flowing blades of the greenest grass, trees of pink and white picket fences. Flowers of every color sprouted from the fertile ground.
The newbies broke into disgusted whispers on what just took place. Birds chirping, sun shining and the city in the distance. However, they were kind of locked in by the picket fence. Motoko jumped the fence, a large bolt of electricity running up both arms. Unaffected, he shoved his hands back in pockets after he landed on the other side and kept walking until he reached his colleagues.
A number formed in front of the faces of the newbies, '1:30'. It immediately began counting down. Now all there is to do is to wait.
Kuunya, Motoko.
5'9 - medium frame - 171 lbs
25.
Identifies as male.
Powers are unknown.
Boss of Vulkains.
Health is 100% full.
--this thing was made on mobile.... --
5'9 - medium frame - 171 lbs
25.
Identifies as male.
Powers are unknown.
Boss of Vulkains.
Health is 100% full.
--this thing was made on mobile.... --
♥ OUT OF CHARACTER THREAD ♥
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