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Noble Negative J3T Captain
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 Posted: Sat May 18, 2019 7:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2021 2:42 pm
 First NameXLast Name
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【.main info.】
❖ f u l l n a m e: Scarre Kantuk
❖ n i c k n a m e s:Thorns
❖ a g e: 18
❖ b i r t h d a t e: July 5th
❖ g e n d e r: Male
❖ a l i n g m e n t: Chaotic Neutralal
❖ n a t i o n a l i t y: South African
❖ p l a y e d b y: Noble Negative J3T
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【.major info.】
❖ s t r e n g t h: Charisma. Fire arms training. Speed. Charm
❖ w e a k n e s s: Not the strongest. Likes to flirt with danger.
❖ s e x u a l i t y: Pansexual
❖ r e l a t i v e s: N/A
❖ o c c u p a t i o n: Super Model and son of a congressman
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【.equipment info.】
❖ s p e c i a l i t e m (s): Akimbo 9mms. Special designed AK.
❖ w e a p o n (s):Akimbo 9mms. Special designed AK.
❖ a r m o r: Bullet proof vest.
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【.character description.】
❖ p e r s o n a l i t y: Condescending flirt that things his beauty knows no bound. He finds most people boring and tends to ignore a person if they aren't deemed worthy of his time.
❖ q u o t e: "Yeah, like that matters. I doubt you even can come close to my standards"
❖ h e i g h t: 6'7
❖ w e i g h t: 200lbs
❖ e y e c o l o r: Golden
❖ p l a c e o f b i r t h: Kanto, Japan
❖ t h e m e s o n g: Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake
❖ b a t t l e t h e m e: Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz
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【.background information.】
He is the son of a congressman. Well the b*****d child of one. His family finally came together fully but at a cost of living in this run-down town. On the bright side, do to his father's connections and his natural good looks he was able to land a modeling gig and has been doing that in order to gain money and put himself through school without having to rely much on his family. At least, that's the plan for college. His senior year is filled with work, playing, and chilling. He is not gang affiliated but do to the gangs he has a hired nanny so to speak to look after him. Or Valet. Or whatever the hell she suppose to be __ RazorXTatsamuko
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【.main info.】
❖ f u l l n a m e:Razor Tatsamuko
❖ n i c k n a m e s: RT, Razor rax on rax on rax
❖ a g e: 18
❖ b i r t h d a t e: Feb 8
❖ g e n d e r: Male
❖ a l i n g m e n t: True Neutral
❖ n a t i o n a l i t y: American
❖ p l a y e d b y: Noble Negative J3T
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【.major info.】
❖ s t r e n g t h: Speed and Reflexes
❖ w e a k n e s s: Not the strongest.
❖ s e x u a l i t y: Pansexual
❖ r e l a t i v e s: NONE
❖ o c c u p a t i o n: Student and Basketball player
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【.equipment info.】
❖ s p e c i a l i t e m (s): Necklace and Old Jerseys
❖ w e a p o n (s): N/A
❖ a r m o r: N/A
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【.character description.】
❖ p e r s o n a l i t y:Is laid back and charming. Doesn't really show much emotion about anything on and off the court. That is until you make him mad. If you belittle him or try put him down, he will grow angry, turning into a demon to win. He is good at making friends and socializing. He is full of fighting spirit and looks for a good challenge in the field of basketball. He doesn't show these emotions very often and it's said that he often sports a poker face. He denies this and believes that he just expresses his emotions in his own way. On the flip side, he can be very manipulative and cunning.
❖ q u o t e: "You will never catch up to me. I am out of your league"
❖ h e i g h t: 6'0
❖ w e i g h t: 145lb
❖ e y e c o l o r: Purple
❖ p l a c e o f b i r t h: Brooklyn New York
❖ t h e m e s o n g:
❖ b a t t l e t h e m e:
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【.background information.】
Nothing major for backstory. He grew up in the Bronx, competing in the streets where he learned the game of basketball, how to play guitar, and air treks. He was never handed anything, having to fight and work hard for everything that he accomplished. He doesn't do failure well. Either way, now he part of the basketball team and regularly participates in similar activity while trying to avoid riding heavily if he could help it. He tries stay out of gang issues but trouble tends to follow him. __________________________________________________
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Noble Negative J3T Captain
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Noble Negative J3T Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2021 6:13 pm
It seemed that Bashmu was simply overlooking some details which he didn't mind being corrected on. He would listen as Dale expanded about the lead with the rental properties. The rental propertes to be owned by one person does seem suspicious. Even if a rich person was to do it, they wouldn't be able to control ALL of the property. Weren't there a monopoly clause or something? “If its a large portion moving in at once, then that be a big hint. Would think they would cover their tracks if that was the case.....Maybe check the financial flow too? “He responded while wondering if they would recruit outsiders. A job is a job. Long as their cover wasn't blown, it would make sense. Bashmu still wasn't totally buying it but he was at least converted to doubtful. When he gave his plan about the bar, he smirked a little. “I didn't plan to live luxurious around sex and mischief but I can see the concern. You don't have to drink at a bar. You certainly can do more like people watching. HOWEVER, if it puts the two of you at ease I could figure something out along with it. Maybe working at the saw mill wouldn't be too bad. Probably end up being boring as hell though."
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2021 3:41 pm
¨You know. For a fancy school I would think the court be a little more....money cared into it. Or maybe I just too use to the more crazier schools I imagined. Bashmu....why did you even choose here?¨ He wondered out loud. Bashmu stood in the middle of the court, taking in the atmosphere. The school was no Kansas or UCLA. He was not impressed. He wondered if he was on the loosing end of his gamble to go to the school. Maybe not. Considering what he had seen so far, he felt that making the team would not be hard but he was unsure of their status. Their legacy. Bashmu should of known he was getting into something way over his head. The 3.0 GPA requirement should of been his first warning but he was not exactly taking that into account. He thought about it. He would not been there if it was not for Anna helping him out. Without her tutoring, he would of went somewhere else. Would he be happier at another institution? It did not matter. He was here and determined to make a mark. _I wonder what Anna is doing? Probably taking another year at State or moved on._ He thought to himself.
Bashmu placed down his book bag and unzipped it to get the basketball out. A simple click of a button started the music in his ear. In another world, he entered the zone and tried to find his rhythm. Unfortunately, everything that woman said to him kept creeping into his mind. His shots became ineffective. The clang of the rim continued to become a reoccurring result. Why did he work so hard? Just to crawl where others were able to walk? CLANG. Another miss. Catching the rebound, Bashmu charged for the goal and made his next shot. A louder clang than before resonated into the air as he hung from the goal thanks to his slam dunk. It was that type of day. Shots did not fall, so Bashmu focused on fundamentals. Kinda. The music switched to RATM, ¨Bulls on Parade¨ which revitalized Bashmu. His rust was being knocked off. His mind settled in.
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Noble Negative J3T Captain
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Noble Negative J3T Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2021 3:15 pm
On a normal occasion Bashmu would have been looking at Annabelle a little differently. She was attractive. He knew this. Plus the way her dress was clinging to her emphasized her nice body. Unfortunately, it drew attention to other things as well. Her arrival postponed the inevitable as he seemed a bit nosy upon the situation. Or maybe it was because Bashmu did not bother trying to sneak inside. “Hello. Did not think see you here. I... I honestly did not think we would end up at the same place again when I left...” He commented as he smiled weakly. Did that mean that she was going to be off the hook? Hell no.
“Clumsy? It sounds about right for you...” he started as he glanced over her again. Injuries he had some knowledge about for being an athlete. He wasn't a server or anything. Fortunately, Bashmu was able to take into consideration his time at community college and being around Annabelle. Her mannerisms were selling her out. Something happen and her attempts at trying to be subtle was making a bigger signal for her. Her attempts to hide her hands added more fuel to the flame. “Well, sorry that happened to you....but I need you to tell me what truly occurred Anna” he responded with a more stern tone. “Do you need a ride home?” he asked while taking out his phone. A notification was on alerted. He subscribed to gossip girl. He expected that probably was just karma about him trying to cause a scene because Bashmu felt that he was that glorious that everyone should be talking about him. Usual narcissist s**t. Unfortunately, what he received and found was something totally different. Reading the gossip, he looked at Annabelle and gave a squint. Toaps proceeded.
She pleaded everything was okay and Bashmu was going to foolishly believe that it could not possibly been her as the target, but the clues added up so easily a child could figure it out. He did not say anything else. A rapid charge occurred as Bashmu rushed for the house . The security acted quickly. It was obvious what was about to happen to Bashmu.
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