Alright anyway might as well put my lore-breaking main of a character on here. Kurt Steel. As much as it's a long shot, still worth a try. And yes I'm keeping the lore-breaking aspect because I don't really know how to show genderbending outside of buying fantasia to showcase it.
I mean c'mon it's not like anyone would ask 'Are you genderbent?' when it even doesn't exist in the lore anyway. Also he's not stupid enough to brag about it when it still kind of makes him uncomfortable. That said, I'll refrain from fantasia'ing him in the future unless someone here volunteers to kill him off.
So what's he looking for? I'll leave that to him to expand on.
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Kurt sat down on a vacant table in a relatively quiet corner of the already quiet Drowning Wench. Despite all that's happened to him, being nocturnal was still something he couldn't shake off. The red panda, Kojuro, named after his own Doman name was already fast asleep and he had already left the panda in his room. His fingers drummed against the wood of the table, waiting. Someone had called to meet him after all. What puzzled him was why it was during his own prime hours, when most everyone else was asleep.
"Mister Steel."
He turned to the sound of the voice. It came from the passage behind him. His brow furrowed. Even after meeting the person in the flesh nothing seemed to ring any bells in his head. The person in question was a brunette with eyes a bright brown it was almost golden. She had with her two escorts, a highlander and a seawolf. Both looked like quite the menacing pair of bricks. The woman they escorted sat across Kurt while the lackeys stood on either side of him.
"So why call me out here? What do you want miss?"
"My name's not necessary just asking a few questions and you will answer them truthfully."
Kurt burst out laughing at the notion. This seemed like it was an amusing night. Until his face collided with the table. He felt his hair pulled back, one of the duo apparently had a little mixture in his hand. The moment he tried to resist his face met the table once more, stuck in his daze, he was forced to guzzle just a trace amount of the concoction. He felt himself hurtling toward the table before his hands stopped his head from making contact. He wanted to say something..anything but instead his head was swimming.Â
A voice broke his daze however.
"What is it you want to do with your life now?"
"I want to get it back together."
"How?"
"I don't know yet."
"What are your skills?"
"I..."
"You?"
"I know my way around most machines. I don't doubt my ability aim straight. I still aspire to better my cooking. Even then I fight with a more bestial me trying to take over. A daily conflict I tire of. On the side I know how to mend my own clothes and to a degree make my own as well."
"What is it you seek?"
"I seek improvement in all things."
"Do you regret anything?"
"A thousand and one and still not half as many as my blessings."
"And where do you wish to go?"
"Somewhere I belong...after I've bettered myself."
"Do you see that happening any time soon?"
"I am...not sure."
"You seem unsure of anything."
"It's the only thing I'm sure of."
"Also being quite the liar weaving a web of half-truths like a diremite spinning its silk."
"I..."
"Don't deny the accusation?"
"I don't...which is why I'm trying to get my life together, tear this web of lies and try not to make anymore. I owe it to a very close friend who frowned on such acts."
"Well I think that's all the time we have for now. Enjoy your nap, mister Steel."
"My wh-"
Something crashed onto the back of his head which forced him down onto the table again. The room went out of focus before it swirled into a dizzying darkness.
To any other bystander coming in, it'd have looked like he had one too many to drink. Even if he never ordered any, there were several mugs arrayed clumsily in front of him.Â
I mean c'mon it's not like anyone would ask 'Are you genderbent?' when it even doesn't exist in the lore anyway. Also he's not stupid enough to brag about it when it still kind of makes him uncomfortable. That said, I'll refrain from fantasia'ing him in the future unless someone here volunteers to kill him off.
So what's he looking for? I'll leave that to him to expand on.
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Kurt sat down on a vacant table in a relatively quiet corner of the already quiet Drowning Wench. Despite all that's happened to him, being nocturnal was still something he couldn't shake off. The red panda, Kojuro, named after his own Doman name was already fast asleep and he had already left the panda in his room. His fingers drummed against the wood of the table, waiting. Someone had called to meet him after all. What puzzled him was why it was during his own prime hours, when most everyone else was asleep.
"Mister Steel."
He turned to the sound of the voice. It came from the passage behind him. His brow furrowed. Even after meeting the person in the flesh nothing seemed to ring any bells in his head. The person in question was a brunette with eyes a bright brown it was almost golden. She had with her two escorts, a highlander and a seawolf. Both looked like quite the menacing pair of bricks. The woman they escorted sat across Kurt while the lackeys stood on either side of him.
"So why call me out here? What do you want miss?"
"My name's not necessary just asking a few questions and you will answer them truthfully."
Kurt burst out laughing at the notion. This seemed like it was an amusing night. Until his face collided with the table. He felt his hair pulled back, one of the duo apparently had a little mixture in his hand. The moment he tried to resist his face met the table once more, stuck in his daze, he was forced to guzzle just a trace amount of the concoction. He felt himself hurtling toward the table before his hands stopped his head from making contact. He wanted to say something..anything but instead his head was swimming.Â
A voice broke his daze however.
"What is it you want to do with your life now?"
"I want to get it back together."
"How?"
"I don't know yet."
"What are your skills?"
"I..."
"You?"
"I know my way around most machines. I don't doubt my ability aim straight. I still aspire to better my cooking. Even then I fight with a more bestial me trying to take over. A daily conflict I tire of. On the side I know how to mend my own clothes and to a degree make my own as well."
"What is it you seek?"
"I seek improvement in all things."
"Do you regret anything?"
"A thousand and one and still not half as many as my blessings."
"And where do you wish to go?"
"Somewhere I belong...after I've bettered myself."
"Do you see that happening any time soon?"
"I am...not sure."
"You seem unsure of anything."
"It's the only thing I'm sure of."
"Also being quite the liar weaving a web of half-truths like a diremite spinning its silk."
"I..."
"Don't deny the accusation?"
"I don't...which is why I'm trying to get my life together, tear this web of lies and try not to make anymore. I owe it to a very close friend who frowned on such acts."
"Well I think that's all the time we have for now. Enjoy your nap, mister Steel."
"My wh-"
Something crashed onto the back of his head which forced him down onto the table again. The room went out of focus before it swirled into a dizzying darkness.
To any other bystander coming in, it'd have looked like he had one too many to drink. Even if he never ordered any, there were several mugs arrayed clumsily in front of him.Â
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