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Mountain Terrors (Open and Accepting)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Mountain Terrors (Open and Accepting)Nickname: Ricky
Age: ((14-18)) 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: A tall muscular male who wears jeans, combat boots, and a black t-shirt that is so tight it shows off each of his muscles. He is almost pale white and his black hair is neatly trimmed in a buzz cat. He has green eyes and a scar runs underneath his left eye. If you remove his shirt you'll see numerous scars, cuts, and burns on his body.
Personality: He acts like a cliche punk. Getting in fights, stealing, and caring only for himself, but in his heart he finds himself caring for others. He wants to have friends, but he finds he can bring himself to get any. When push comes to shove he can be a reliable hard worker.
Sexuality: Straight
Quirks: Playing an air guitar and making guitar noises with his mouth.
Other: He is pretty dumb compared to most people and can't detect sarcasm to save his life. He usually acts without thinking, every now and then this works in his favor. He was abused as a child, and because of this he feels like he has to be stronger than everyone else.
He is my buddy Adam.
Grunting he picked one up and threw it, only for it to crash six feet away into a river and be rushed down a waterfall.
Ricky nodded once in approval and punched one of the fallen trees in the middle splitting it in half.
He smiles and broke down the other pieces.
Now they were much easier to carry.
Picking up the pieces he growled as a few fell. He picked them up and put them up on top before they fell again.
Of course! He should have seen it all along! They needed to be smaller.
He punched them again into smaller pieces and then he found it was harder to carry them.
"You think you can mock me and get away with it?" Ricky shouted tearing tearing one in half and chucking it.
He scratched his chin, "Oh! I can come back for the rest!"
He stood triumphant honoring how he figured it out and unbeknownst to him, a beaver took two of the logs.
He is my buddy Adam.