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Bro Strider
Topic Started: February 12, 2012, 10:03 am (628 Views)
Bro Strider
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you;
name; (Sherlock~)
contact information; (My email, momokiba94@yahoo.com, my DeviantArt, Cats-Eye-93, or my Skype, Eatingbagelslikeaboss (Bro Strider). I am CONSTANTLY on Skype and check my email and dA every day, so you'll be sure to catch me at some point.)
other characters; (I also do Ciel, Demyx and John Egbert~)

basics;
name; (Bro Strider.)
age; (Approximately 23 years old.)
occupation; (He runs several popular web comics.)
race; (Human being.)

in depth;
appearance; (Bro's pale. Very very pale. Almost as pale as the white background of a word document. And his hair is even paler, as if it were ACTUALLY the color of the white background of a word document. It sticks out at the back, underneath his traditional gray hat. He has a long, angular face, along with pointed, cool-guy black sunglasses. He's about six feet tall, with long legs and arms, and a broad torso. His eye color is dark red, though no one has ever seen them actually, a thin mouth, and a pointy nose. His usual attire consists of a shot-sleeved, collared white shirt, black fingerless leather gloves, a gray belt, black pants, and gray shoes. He's never seen without Lil' Cal, and one of his very shitty swords.)

picture;
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personality; (Bro Strider is pretty cocky. He's extremely confident in his skills as a rapper, as a fighter, and as a puppeteer. And he has somewhat or a right to be; he's one of the greatest at what he does. He's an extremely strong opponent, he can make write rhymes like nobody's business, and his puppeting skills are second to none. He's a man of very few words. He usually lets his actions speak for him. He's a bit of a bastard; he's a big prankster, and loves to beat up his younger brother, taunt him, and scar him for life with various forms of torture. But, in the end, he's a very caring brother, and does a good job at looking after Dave and preparing him for the game.)

history; (Bro Strider is Dave Strider's guardian, his biological father, and his adoptive older brother. He grew up surrounding himself in what he deemed to be cool; puppets, turntables, shades, and swords. While the first one a lot of people find debatable, he has a lot of followers, and people desiring to be just as cool, if not surpassing him. He was on his way to the store when a meteor crashed down with baby Dave riding on it. Bro took him in as his adoptive brother, and raised him with what he believed to be cool; puppets, turntables, shades, and swords. He created several web comics when he was younger, and currently runs them for a living.
He has several other sites for smuppets, his personal favorite puppets, but...we won't go into detail what's on those sites. It's an acquired taste.
He's not often seen, even though he's one of the coolest people anyone will ever know. He likes to support from the sidelines, letting Dave run the show as he struggles through Sburb. His brother idolizes him, but portrays him as a bit of a prick.
And he is. He sets up booby traps all over the house. He often drops piles of smuppets on top of his brother, almost suffocating him. He abuses Lil' Cal's creepiness to further freak Dave out, and he summons him to random spars in which he always wins. But, in a way, this is just how he's a guardian; Dave seemed a lot more prepared for the future because of all of this odd training.
And he's there for Dave. To protect his younger brother, he slices an incoming meteor in half as Dave went to enter the Medium. He destroys a lot of the imps that attack him, too. And in his battle with Jack Noir, he digs his sword so far into the platform, it makes a crack.
Unfortunately for him, though, Jack Noir's transformation into Bec Noir gave him the strength to slay Bro Strider.
But is Bro really gone...?)

finishing up;
roleplay sample;

(This is an excerpt from Demyx.)

"Seriously? Seeeeriously?! Ug. This is such a pain in my furry arse."
Demyx sighed, staring down at his reflection. "The mission mentioned a costume change. But THIS?!"
And what, pray tell, stared back at him?
A cheetah with a mullet. I kid you not.
He stood up on all fours, stretching and looking himself up and down. Unlike a normal cheetah's pelt, his was more of a sandy brown, rather than strictly golden. His paws, muzzle, and underbelly were all a rich chocolate brown, while the tip of his tail was black as the spots littering his body. His eyes were still aqua blue, with cat-like irises, and a bit of his proud hairstyle still stuck up off his head. His claws were short, and a little uncomfortable, his teeth gleamed white, his legs long, his muscles powerful...
Overall, it made him uncomfortable that he was a cat.
Sighing, he padded away from the pool. "I will not. Let Saix. Hear the end of this."
The savannah sun beat down on his dull pelt, warming it pleasantly. It was a lovely day; just enough clouds to break the glaring sunlight, but few enough so it wasn't chilly. A slight breeze, the grass was soft under his paws, the water glittering...It was lovely.
Too bad he had to get his claws dirty in this mission. How could anyone give a mission on the perfect slacker's day? No one could. That's who. And on a world that hardly anyone's ever visited? He wasn't cut out for this kind of work.
And how would he battle? No way was he going to hold his beautiful sitar in his mouth and swing it like a barbarian! That would shame Darcy forever. So, what, he had to fight paws-on? Ridiculous.
Luckily enough, he supposed, he hadn't met a single soul. Not a Heartless, not a lion or hyena...A few gazelle, a giraffe, and one unfortunate incident with some flamingos, but besides that, he's met no hostile enemies. And he planned to keep it that way.
He closed his eyes, struggling to remember his mission. Of course, they had written the mission down THIS time. And the note was in his pocket. But how does one get to their pocket when one isn't even wearing clothes?
"There's this...stone thingy...at Pride Rock, GREAT, perfect. I gotta steal from royalty. They've got me stooping that low." Still, it was this, or be turned into a Dusk. And he liked this life, however monotonous and threatening it might be.
Who knows, maybe today, he'd have a fun adventure for once.
He set off at an easy lope towards the Pridelands, wondering what would be in store for him there.


member title; (Older brother, I guess.)
anything else; (You got anything to say, Bro? No? Okay...>>)
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Terezi Pyrope
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S33R OF M1ND
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SEEMED LIKE A GOOD MACRO TO PUT HERE.
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