RE: Grand Battle (S?)
06-06-2013, 12:14 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-06-2013, 02:17 PM by piester.)
Doop dooped spoiled for your sensibilities.
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SpoilerName: Ol' Rusty
Gender: Male
Colour: 'Eh shade 'ur yur vomit, par'nerrr.
Race: Another Borin' Homo Sapien
Equipment/Abilities:Ol' Rusty has the worst-luck of any person to grace his home universe. They go through things that would be fatal to your average man every single day, and still have the capability to be optimistic afterwards. The fact that this regularly happens has put him in a place of fame amongst the homeless he has encountered on his travels; seeing the Rusty as some sort of benevolent hobo-diety watching over them. Ol' Rusty cares not of such trivialities, he care only about trying to avoid bad things for once in his life, stopping to help those who stumble upon him on his way.
Description: Rusty looks like what most of you would probably conjure up if told to picture a bum in your mind. Untrimmed and tangled grey hair, with an alcohol drenched beehive of a beard. They walk and talk with a characteristic swagger. They stumble and sway on their feet, and mumble constantly, rolling the wrong letters in words when they talk, rambling about the most bizarre and nonsensical of things.
Despite the exterior of their person, they are entirely approachable and friendly, if not a bit old-fashioned at times. Oddly enough being a man of perpetual poverty, they are filled with a great respect for honour, and violently standby capitalism, attacking anybody who supports communism around him; PTSD from 'Nam riddling their poor brain. Not because of irrationally on their part, but rather a strong belief in the American Dream being the only thing keeping their sanity together. They are entirely respectful of anything besides Commies, no matter how outlandish they may seem, having seen a lot of things while on streets over the years.
Errata: I apologize, this is largely due to an odd fascination with boxcar willy style hobos as a kid. I don't know why I find classical hobos so funny, but I do.
Gender: Male
Colour: 'Eh shade 'ur yur vomit, par'nerrr.
Race: Another Borin' Homo Sapien
Equipment/Abilities:Ol' Rusty has the worst-luck of any person to grace his home universe. They go through things that would be fatal to your average man every single day, and still have the capability to be optimistic afterwards. The fact that this regularly happens has put him in a place of fame amongst the homeless he has encountered on his travels; seeing the Rusty as some sort of benevolent hobo-diety watching over them. Ol' Rusty cares not of such trivialities, he care only about trying to avoid bad things for once in his life, stopping to help those who stumble upon him on his way.
Description: Rusty looks like what most of you would probably conjure up if told to picture a bum in your mind. Untrimmed and tangled grey hair, with an alcohol drenched beehive of a beard. They walk and talk with a characteristic swagger. They stumble and sway on their feet, and mumble constantly, rolling the wrong letters in words when they talk, rambling about the most bizarre and nonsensical of things.
Despite the exterior of their person, they are entirely approachable and friendly, if not a bit old-fashioned at times. Oddly enough being a man of perpetual poverty, they are filled with a great respect for honour, and violently standby capitalism, attacking anybody who supports communism around him; PTSD from 'Nam riddling their poor brain. Not because of irrationally on their part, but rather a strong belief in the American Dream being the only thing keeping their sanity together. They are entirely respectful of anything besides Commies, no matter how outlandish they may seem, having seen a lot of things while on streets over the years.
Errata: I apologize, this is largely due to an odd fascination with boxcar willy style hobos as a kid. I don't know why I find classical hobos so funny, but I do.