Alestar Carson, Resident Bad Ass

Star
Cain
Vince
Whatever you feel like calling me. Fuck you.

18

I only swim free

Togainu No Chi -- Gunji

6'2"

180

Alestar is fairly tall. He doesn't care though. He'll still wear his black boots that boost his height at least 2 inches more. He has messily kept blonde hair that goes to his shoulders and bangs that almost always cover his blue eyes, or at least one of his eyes. Alestar likes to wear a sweatshirt almost all the time and can never be seen without fairly tight black pants, but other than that clothing is optional. In fact, he almost never wears a shirt and keeps his sweatshirt unzipped to reveal most of his tribal tattoo that covers a majority of his neck and spreads to differing areas of the upper half of his body. He also likes to wear makeshift wolverine styled claws a whole lot. He hardly ever takes them off, so they can be viewed as a part of his outfit.

-cute things (has a very different definition of cute)
-sweets
-making random, unnecessary noises
-"touching" his friends
-Gore porn
-Violence
-The taste of flesh
-Gil

-eye contact
-strangers
-being denied or rejected
-Getting hurt
-Writing
-Math
-Most people

-He's very socially awkward, not meaning he'll be shy but will say inappropriate things
-He might hit people randomly when nervous
-He gets nervous far too frequently
-Can sometimes be very mean without noticing it
-He is okay with almost everything, which is not okay.
-VERY forgetful.
-Kind of sadistic

-He can be seen as a funny guy
-Can be intelligent, kind of
-He can be really nice

His handwriting sucks, so if he writes you a note it's likely illegible chicken scratch, but he doesn't feel the need to improve on that. It's the age of computers!

Weapon? Those are for fags

name: Deceit

item: His wolverine claws.

ability: Steel Manipulation

Name: I am iron man?
Type: passive
Cooldown: 10 posts
Cost: High
Range: self
Description: Alestar forms steel around his entire skeletal structure. It stays that way for 7 of his posts.

Name: Boom, bitch
Type: offensive/defensive
Cooldown: 2 posts
Cost: low
Range: short
Description: Alestar uses the steel skeletal structure to either defend from an attack or puncture an opponent by having the steel shoot out in whatever his desired area might be to stab or defend from an attack. This also hurts him in the process. He must have 'I am iron man? ' activated before he can use this tech

Name: the bigger the better..
Type: offensive
Cooldown: 3 posts
Cost: mid
Range: self?
Description: Alestar lengthens his claws while punching in order to make his stabbing range longer. his claws can be lengthened anywhere from 2-10 feet long. They retract back to their original length of 1 foot almost instantly.

Name: Grills
Type: passive
Cooldown: 3 posts
Cost: low
Range: self
Description: Alestar forms a steel coat over his teeth. It's very sharp and stays that way for 2 of his posts.

Name: Jousting
Type: passive
Cooldown: 3 posts
Cost: mid
Range: self
Description: Alestar forms a sharp object resembling a lance around one of his arms and it stays that way for two of his posts. The lance is arount four feet long from his elbow onward.

Name: Unicorn Jousting
Type: passive
Cooldown: 2 posts
Cost: low
Range: self
Description: Alestar uses his steel skeletal structure to shoot a horn out of his forehead. The horn disappears same posts and is only about 9 inches long. This tech must have 'i am iron man?' activated before it can be used.

Alestar never really was a happy person, but he also was never sad. He was born a hollow shell, or at least always was one as far as he could remember. He remembered kindergarten, when everyone was busy being happy he was busy learning. He never really had the time for emotions, which made him seem like a cool kid at first.

However, as the years went by with him being the honor student each time, people began to notice he wasn't like them. He wasn't happy to see them. He couldn't care less if they lived or died. That was proven when in fifth grade one of his classmates had something bad happen to them. This kid was one of the ones he was fairly close to, but he didn't care at all when he saw him. It was kind of like a breakthrough for those around him. They were all panicked, yet he was bored of watching them.

After that incident happened, people around him began to pick on him. The sad thing about it was that he didn't even care. He just had less people to have to force himself to not be weird around. That worked out in his favor, too. A lot of those people began to annoy him. Talking to others became a pain, and he sure as hell was getting sick of it.

Alestar slowly had less and less friends, but for some reason he became happier with each friendship lost. People around him, especially his family, thought that was strange of him. They told him that people his age were only allowed to be happy with other people. He found that to be a load of bullshit and saw those who had moods dependent on others to be pathetic.

Strangely, Alestar changed. He began reading more, which some would say was a good thing and others would say was bad. The books he was reading was nothing short of porn. Gay porn at that. He found them to be... pleasant, beautiful, and very cute. He tried different varieties of it from reading homoerotica to watching it on his computer. He was more interested in men than any fourteen year old boy should have been.

Time went on and he began reading fan fictions of things he saw around. His favorite was strangely Wolverine ones. They were violent, bloody, and so unbelievably hot. They made him become a fan of comics just so he could imagine the muscular men going at it with each other instead of fighting. Although to him the fighting was the fucking. Something about the pain of others was enjoyable to him, yet he decided to not dive into that chapter in his life yet.

He decided to stick with the geeky shit for a while, even making himself a pair of claws to mimic wolverine's. They soon became his most prized possession, showing how skilled he could be if he put his mind to it. It was proof that he didn't grow up to be an idiot, like his grades suggested. Of course, he had flunked out of school and dropped out but only because it bored him. Being taught by a bunch of idiots shit that he already knew didn't sit well with him. But at least he was handy, right?

However, that skill didn't matter when he needed something to help him out. A hollow had attacked him and his family one night, going after them first. He was strangely the only one who saw the thing ripping them apart, so he was the one that had to defend them.

In the end, he watched them all get torn apart with a smile on his face. He didn't know how much he liked gore until he saw it in real life. But the damned thing tried to go after him as well, and that was when it crossed the line. Alestar grabbed his claws from his room and put them on, of course the monster decided to follow him. He began stabbing it, spilling blood everywhere. It was exciting to see it get hurt, so Alestar stabbed it until it became apparently pissed off.

It became more vicious, as if it were fighting for it's life. It had hit Alestar a few times, which was way too many in his opinion. He hated the feeling of pain, so he tried his best to avoid the hits as much as possible, however that didn't seem to happen. He was almost killed. Left there on the ground bloody and in a panic, until his gloves somehow expanded and stabbed the thing through the head from the bottom up, killing it on impact. Alestar was a little surprised at what happened, but it was also kind of epic. He wanted to practice with whatever he was doing so he could stab whatever came to his path.

And he did practice, however it wasn't the conventional type of practicing. He wandered around, looking for things to stab, trying to find new tricks to do, but settled on sticking with and perfecting his favorite ones. He loved coating his bones in steel. Made him feel like actual wolverine, but the only purpose he found for doing that was something that harmed himself. He hated the after feeling, but it was somehow the perfect prank. He'd ask someone for a hug, then stab them through his own body. It hurt, yes. but watching them eventually bleed to death was fun in itself. Alestar knew he was the best prankster in the world. He never got any complaints on how unfunny or offensive they were.

Strangely, people stopped going near him, and somehow he was still okay with that. He could still find bitches to stab. The world was full of bitches, so that was easy enough. He knew he'd never run out, so he made sure to rip apart at least one person per day, no matter what. Otherwise, he couldn't have fun. It was best to do it at the end of each day, too. It was like the icing on the cake. It made his days that much better.

Oprah was very excited for her show today. She knew her audience would love it. They'd be happy with the gift she had planned, they'd love the dog stories, and they would be informed by the story she had in the second half of the show. It was something that people had to know, and she was glad she was going to be the one to tell them. She was happy with how things were going to turn out. She always had a great show, and today was going to be no different. Oprah heard the director in her ear piece telling her that they were starting the show up now, so she made her way to the couches she had set up and took a seat. She tried to look as welcoming as she possibly could, potentially bringing in anyone who was flipping through the channels.

"Welcome to the show!" She shouted at the audience and whoever was watching on the tv, but not in an angry tone. It was a friendly way that showed energy, which was a good thing for a show host. She dived immediately into a story about dancing dogs and the audience loved it. She was sure they were frozen in awe as a chihuahua in a tutu did a flip on a circus ball. she knew she couldn't help herself when she chuckled at the cuteness. but the time for that story ended quickly and it was time for a commercial break.

“Welcome back to the show everyone!” She exclaimed at them, as happily as possible, then proceeded with the show, talking to all her special guests and having special joys be brought out. She loved the crowd reactions of it, and she knew it was almost commercial time. It was time for her to reveal her special gift. Oprah had the backstage crew bring a very large box to the stage. “Okay audience, it's time to see what today's gift is!” Oprah stood next to the box and put her hands out towards it, signaling the crew to open it. Inside the box was a beautiful new car. “That's right! You get a car! You get a car! And You get a car! YOU ALL GET CAAAAAAAAAAAAARS!” Oprah was delighted with the reaction she got from the crowd. Many people were cheering and screaming, some looked like they were about to faint. When people were that excited, she knew she was doing her job right.

The commercial break had begun after a few crowd reactions were shown. Oprah was both excited and appalled for her next segment. However, she wasn't sure if her crowd was ready for such a huge change. Oprah walked to the people in the front row and conversed with them a little, asking them various questions. They seemed happy just to be in her presence, which was making her job of making people happy a bit easier. Or perhaps it was because she just gave them a new car. Either way, they were happy with her.

Oprah got a signal that the show was about ready to start back up, so she went to the center of the stage. The giant box had been cleared up during the commercial break, as well as the car in it. They were apparently attached to a crane that took them away, but that wasn't the point of it. Oprah stayed standing up, not wanting to sit down when she broke the news to everyone. Oprah looked the front camera directly in the lens and had on a very serious expression. She didn't want her message to not be heard. She spoke with a stern voice and finally said the headline of her story. “There are people you live near that may be rapists”

AV-1

HAN: 15
REI: 12
HAK: 14
SEI: 14
BUK: 13
HOH: 15
Points Earned: 0
Total points: 83

Tama-Chan (Vince, but I'm Tama now)

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