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Oh I've settled Flynt being Josh Keaton for the longest time, (Destroyman, Young Ocelot, might know him better in The Amazing Spider-Man cartoons) fM_SsWNkRz4 fMEDw3bAiQg

Actually, something even closer to Flynt would be Big Bull in Anarchy Reigns (remember that game? Me neither.), but I hardly recognized it much of a fighter. It still works, though. KlB6R_o-8Ss

I feel like I've been summoned to this thread. Anyway, considering how Flynt's both a marauder and a ninja, we can play the groove rules here like SNK v Capcom. For Ninja Flynt, most definitely he'll play projectiles and hard hitting mediums into ultras. Best character who'd fit the bill would be DIO in Heritage for The Future. I could only wish to be ICly do timestops and roadrollers lmfao. bK8m0L7wo5M For Marauder Flynt there's no doubt about it he'd play like Shadow Labrys from Persona 4 Arena/Ultimax, obviously replace Asterius with like, I'dunno, one-handed punches. Flynt tends to vary between hand to hand and using the axe. -VQ-9EqnF6g However, if we're talking about 3D fighters, NINFlynt: Sweet soviet Krav Maga dCnRQb2i1Ow WARFlynt: Corny as it is, Astaroth fights as Flynt would; grapples and heavies. Qeo45oqDJwM

Just going to leave this here.

(snip) EDIT: Scratch that, forgot I had plans that day.

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May as well bump my own thread with some quality content. Orenji Kharn Gospel Gestalt Undyne, Orenji, Jenivieve, and Vyse /gposeing Flynt Reddard Vyse Gilder

Flynt Reddard for the Rising Claws. He really drew the short straw this time.

1. Flynt thinks you look like a sucker. Always a man of the dice, should Flynt see a somewhat slow-looking or otherwise exploitable person, it's almost instantaneous that he makes a wager. 2. Flynt is lost. Flynt isn't smart. He has been known to get lost in the most wild of locales, babbling incoherently and trying to rationalize his misplacement. He'd eventually surrender to his common sense and ask for directions. 3. Flynt is waiting. Being patient is something Flynt is bad at, and will often seek some form of distraction to keep his mind off of the wait, this often means making conversation with the nearest person. 4. Advertising. Flynt's a showman, likes to keep appearances, so it's not uncommon he'll shout out to some group of people about the latest front in the Sky Piracy trend, the Rising Skies Skyworks and Inn. Though eventually Flynt'll wind down and just bring it up in passive conversation when one-on-one. 5. Flynt finds you attractive. There really doesn't need much of an explanation here. Of course he'll try to be suave on anybody who's easy on the eyes.

Prepare for underwhelming revelation: Flynt -> flint -> a rock, also a really plain midwestern farmer name. Reddard -> Red (Favorite color) + Eddard (Stark, despite me not even liking GoT, I just liked his name a lot.)

"Yes! Good, alright. Well, after you finish that there delicious goodness, what would you like to do? You don't seem to have a great grasp on our culture, at least that what I think." he nodded eagerly, glad that P'rita showed interest in him. It was a good sign, for a shameless playboy, the feelings were still very much so there. He's simple, but not heartless. "Surely you've wanted to at least try something local? Ah, how could I forget... you're not a crowd person, me neither-- That's a lie." he fumbled helplessly. "Sorry about all this, usually it's easier to woo a woman into bed than actually go on dates. Pathetic, right?" he chuckled, he had no problem admitting his faults. In his eyes, it's easier to accept flaws by wearing them on your sleeve than hiding them away in the dark recesses of your personality. "Really though, I mean it. Let's do something. Do you like to swi-- I can't swim... U-Uh..." he came at a loss. Flynt was at his wit's end, trying to come up with some civil, decent topics for discussion; activities that aren't attending gaudy parties, causing civil unrest, or drinking until he forgets all the antics he had performed the morning after. Maturity was hard, something he needed P'rita for. Growing up is integral for a twenty-something trying to live a life of swagger and profits, garnished by infamy and extravagant notoriety. Flynt just muttered random ideas, shutting himself down after each and every one, thinking they're not up to par or something along those lines. [align=center]"I'm stumped."[/align]

"Knives are knives. Could be made of wood for all I care, the user decides its lethal capacity." "However, I can sure as hell admit that they're pretty. Tough stuff." he affirmed. This got him nowhere, evidently. What to do now? How can you get a name out of that? Flynt tried to keep conversation, he didn't feel for dessert, for really the treat sat right in front of him. Corny, he knows. "Order, I'll just be having a glass of... I don't know. Something sweet.", he waved back for the waiter, placing his order for a glass of cider. "Are you-- You doing anything after this? Got somewhere to be?" he asked, trying to sound normal about it. Probably didn't work. Subtlety is the better part of valor, but valor is a virtue Flynt has a severe deficit of. "N-not that we'd do anything! That'd be absurd. I just uh, want to know more. Get that damn name of yours." he jeered, clearly unimpressed about having to stoop to a state of desperation. How annoying. He had her so close, so damn close to getting her, but she had to pull the gimmicks out of a hat. Typical. Flynt was drawn into her trap, reluctantly. In his most irritated state, he inadvertently amplifies the feelings of interest and wonder toward P'rita-- Whoever she may be. It takes a special type of woman to trigger these kinds of stirrings. A physical attraction finally met with some mental stimuli, it was great, really. Truly a partner to cherish, at least when he finally overcomes this name game.

"I-- Yeah..." he fumbled, examining the foreign blade before seeing the waiter leave. Peculiar fellow. Flynt found no suspicion about him, not like he had any to begin with. His eyes found P'rita walking back to the table, greeting her with a smile and a nod. "Mostly pastries. Cheesecakes, fudge, flan. Missed you, by the by." he quipped, trying to be coy. His mind was to preoccupied with figuring it all out, though he did soon after cave to inquiry. "So... What's with the fancy stabber? Seems custom made. Nice stuff. Don't see this kind of stuff out of Doma or Abalathia. Tough metals from them there regions, yeah". That should suffice. He held the tang up to the sunlight, examining the intricate metallurgy put into its creation. "Matches the owner, in a way. Sharp. Useful. I want it." he snickered, knowing full-well now he's just trying to get on P'rita's good side while she's still in her happy-go-lucky state. What kind of a dinner date ends with just a hug and a kiss anyway? This is a Reddard date, it ends with a bang. No pun intended. Again. At the very least, he didn't plan on parting until he has her; he's waited too damn long between meetings anyway, so why bother letting her go? In a mix between interrogation and flirtation, Flynt masterfully weaved his words to both mine for information and soften up the Miqo'te in a fell swoop. Dusk began to on the couple's evening dinner, servicemen all around the restaurant preparing the torches and candles strewn about the patio deck. Flynt had a feeling things were going for the better, he just couldn't wipe that smug look of satisfaction off his face.