[❌ DYNAMIGHT ❌]

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[Soarora]

username: MaximumWildlife
name: “Arrow” (Arough is his real name, can be pronounced ar-ou-ge or a-rou-ff)
gender: Male
prompt: Arrow often sits alone, staring down at the floor. Though he tries to seem tough, he’s really not.. it’s all a facade. I wouldn’t dare anyone to ask him what’s wrong however, as he will look at you with those deceiving eyes, portraying hatred and annoyance that is not there. There are some however, who are not afraid. They think they’re strong, fantastic, and worthy. These are his attackers.
They always find him alone, often by a tree or sitting on the bathroom floor, and begin to taunt. They try to find his weaknesses, what makes him the way he is? The attackers throw themselves on him every Tuesday and Thursday, punching and kicking him until they’ve had enough.
He covers his bruises and cuts, and stares even more deeply at the floor each following day. No one needs to know, no one will know. Or so he thought. ((Insert romantic story here))

((After the romantic story)) Arough often sits with the Kalon who cares like no one else, staring into her beautiful eyes. He no longer needs to appear toughened, his eyes now full of love and soft gazes. He has someone now, someone who gives him the strength he needs, not the strength he faked.
The attackers are gone now, riddled with cuts and bruises just as Arrow had before. _______ had taught him how to fight, how to feel, and how to live. He feels like a something now, able to fight all who try to hurt him or his girlfriend with power and ease. No one will bother him anymore, no one will hurt him, for now he is safe. <3
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Dunno bout you but I think he looks a lil sad

Ver sad

Yes after said romantic story he goes by Arough more often (typically with people close to him) and before said romantic story he goes by Arrow 100% of the time.

[avior.]

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[Marsh]

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username: Marsh
name: Otis
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[found.]

oh this kid

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He reached into his pocket and procured a cigarette itching to be lit, and a lighter, glinting silver-gold in the sun's dying rays. With a skillful flick of the thumb he opened it and produced a tiny flame, which flickered hopefully in the waning evening light.


And as the too-warm day drifted sleepily into the waiting arms of night, and as the stars emerged from their beds with their familiar twinkle, Christopher remained outside of the bar. It was not fate that so gently clutched at his elbow, bidding him stay. Rather, it was the seductive whispering of revenge in his ear. ---

Finally his gaze sharpened, pinning on a trio of young men leaving the bar. They walked with practiced swagger, their laughter sharp in the night, but Christopher could sense their drunkenness in the way they moved. Lurching and stumbling just so.
His fingers tightened angrily against the brass knuckle sitting in his coat pocket. It was cold in his hand. Cold and smooth and curved to fit snugly around his hand, hard so as to worsen the blows he would deliver. And he would deliver.
Shutting his eyes for a moment, he allowed his grip on the knuckles to anchor him to the moment, clearing his thoughts so that he could review his plan. Yes. And after that brief moment of consideration he opened his fiery eyes to see the young men had walked two blocks down the street, and were getting away. He leapt from the hard wall behind him, teeth biting into his lower lip, and started ---



His fist caught the jaw of the first young man, -- fight scene --


---, hands trembling weakly around the bat that she'd so quickly produced from her bag. She stared bleakly at the fallen ruffian, then to Christopher, and back to the other, and so forth until ---

Christopher tenderly touched a finger to his lip, which had been ripped in the scuffle, and to his forehead, where he was surprised to find a slick knot swelling above an eyebrow. Wet with blood, which was dripping steadily down his face and into his eyes, where it obscured his vision.

He staggered to his feet, inhaling sharply at the dizzying and rather painful sensation that followed.

The woman, or perhaps the girl, kept on staring at him. She uttered no remark, no thank you or witty comment or anything, no, she just stared. Christopher was taken aback by not only her boldness in the fight, but her rudeness in the circumstance that followed. Her rudeness right now, that was to say.
"What're you lookin' at?" he snapped at her, though it was halfhearted.

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[mango marmalade,,]

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name: mulder
gender: male [m]
prompt:
"don't talk to me about mercy. i know of no such thing."

the ring, bloodied and ripped from its last battle, stands alone surrounded by thousands of chanting people. the ring has seen many battles, some bloody, some not. but its most famous battle that ever took place on its floor was the widely-known:
the wolf
vs.
"no mercy" mulder

it was 1994, and the crowd was baying for blood. in unison, the chants called for more and more wounds to either opponent.
and today, they weren't going to become disappointed.

res w/ biggest fight of the year:
he won

[master of spaz]

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[elio.]

username: pineapples
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res oml

[tonsilstone]

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[.Ginger.]

username: .Ginger.
name: Yuri
gender: Male
prompt: Yuri stood, leaning on a palm tree. "You ready?", he questioned his younger brother Jack. "Y-yeah, sure", Jack replied, brushing his hair out of his face with an unsure grin. Yuri playfully punched his brother, "You'll be great". The two walked into the school auditorium, both unkowing on what their futures held. Jack found an empty seat in the front row, "Hi there! Er-- excuse me, could I please sit here... or is it saved for someone else?...", he asked the built kalon sitting next to the seat. "Excuse me..", the kalon mocked, "could I please sit here? I'm a loser that doesn't have any friends to sit by. Boohoo!". Jack froze in fear, speechless, and unsure of how to react. "Hey!", Yuri shouted, who happened to be sitting one row back from them, "leave him alone, ok? He didn't do anything to you! For all I know, YOU'RE the loser, so back off him. Please.". "Oh what, so you're his bodyguard or something? What're you gonna do, fight me?", replied the bully, Jeff. "You know what... that's actually a not bad idea. Go for it!", Yuri challenged, taking Jack by the hand and leading him to a different seat. "Oh, you asked for it", Jeff swung a flying punch. Ducking, Yuri slid like a ninja, leaping upwards from behind onto Jeff's back. He viciously bit Jeff's ears like a dog, but was thrown off and onto the stage. The fight continued there, both kalons wrestling and swinging at each other. A few kalons took out their phones and recorded the vigorous fight. Yuri was pinned down, about to to get beaten to the ground, but then surrendered. "Hah! I won! You lose, LOSER!", Jeff smirked. Jack helped his older brother up, and helped him brush off. "I may have lost, but you still have no right to just me rude to my brother. I don't want to fight. I just want peace.", replied Yuri, "that's all I ask". "Fine. Ok. Listen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted the way I did. I don't know what's wrong with me. I wish I could've took it back.", Jeff dipped his head. "I accept your apology", replied Yuri, hesitantly, "I'm glad we could work something out."