Salutations. I haven't been active at all in here for a bit, but I think is the RP I need to get my back on track with my creative side. If you'll have me, I'd be more than happy to join.
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"I am The Believer."
Name: Nicholas Stoekl
Age: 22
Gender: Just another carrier of the Y-chromosome.
Personality: "I know what you are probably thinking about, and yes, I will tell you, but just let me get how I actually am out of the way first. I’m a pretty humorous person that enjoys the bittersweet taste irony and black humor leaves when it travels into your ears and redirects back out your mouth as a chuckle. People nowadays are a bit more similar to me in taste than before, when we didn't have to deal with the condition the world’s in now, and that’s understandable. Wherever I go, if there are people I can usually find a few to test a few chuckles with and judge whatever ones they have so far. The world today isn't all rainbows and daily slices of carrot cake, but it’s still a world I can live in."
"I’m not heartless, but that doesn't stop me from surviving. I
am only human after all. My figure is from my savoring of food, a delight that I just can’t help form wanting, but make up with doing whatever I can do to burn any squishy spots away. People are still people today, and they will be for a while more. That’s what I like to think. That humanity can still drag its miserable self from the scalding, scum-filled, sickening pit it’s dug and hopped halfway into. We might need to deal with the ones who dug and filled it first, but we’ll make it somehow. Probably. Eventually. Hopefully."
Appearance: He isn't very in the best of shape, no matter one’s imagination. Don’t take that the wrong way, he’s still got plenty of muscle to use, and he does indeed use it, it’s just that some of it’s a tiny bit covered. He doesn't have a six pack, yeah, and his abs can’t be considered rock hard, but there isn't too much of a big bulge. He overall has a pretty heavy build and stand at what he likes to think is 5’11 or 6’ on a good day, but really he’s just shy of both at 5’10 ¾. Stoekl has sort of a big chest, a strong pair of arms and legs, nothing very special.
Hair-wise, it really does depend. All of the different cuts he’s gotten, some by himself, has made his hair match many tastes, none quite what he wants. Currently, the brown mess has grown out enough to cover what hair should in his opinion, that being a portion above his eyebrows, thick as ever above his dark green eyes, tickling his ears and a presence, though not big, on the back of his neck.
Being a bit blunt again, Stoekl has big cheeks on his round head. Bony is a word that does not suit them, visibly at least, but huge also not doing the job quite right either. But the big cheek bones cause there to be something of a tiny smirk to be on his face whenever there’s the slightest pull on the jaw’s muscles, an exception being a frown, of course. Clothing, due to his figure, is usually darker jeans with a loose tee with some sort of decoration, currently being one of a simple symbol representing Pink Floyd. Anything else is on an as-he-needs-it basis, of shoes, suits, jackets, and so on.
Weapon of Choice: "A very lovely thing called a
wakizashi. It’s a modernized version of the original Japanese design, handle length allowing one- or two-handed usage, cutting with 20 inches in length. The shorter blade, compared to a katana, was meant for beheading and indoor combat, both very useful today. The non-cloth grip stops me from worrying about oils and dirt too much, but I still take much care in it, seeing as I liked the guy who was its previous owner, may he laugh at us still stuck here in the pit in peace, and its dependability. I’m not a master swordsman, but I know a few tricks that are enough to scare off the occasional thug or kill off the braver/more reckless brutes."
Secondary Weapon: "If I can find a gun, I’d be happy to use that if I have to, but otherwise I like a smaller sharp object (knife, stick, whatever) that I can hide somewhere on my person. Kicks and punches are options too, of course."
Why do you run: "I run because I like this place too much to die. If I did, there would be one less person like me in this already dying, if not dead, world. And if we ever do make it out of the pit, I want to be one of the determined, pulling those left behind with me and pushing those too scared to move forward. Just because He left humanity doesn't mean we humans have to abandon it with Him. My small hopeful star dims, it flickers, it even goes out sometimes. But I just keep on lighting it by thinking of what would happen if it stayed out. No hell could match that dead world. Our sky, no matter how black, will always hold a cloud or emptiness to delve into whenever our grip fails and we slide back down to where we started the day, or even deeper, rain hiding and washing away my tears, thunder silencing my shouts, wind to carry the cries of agony away."