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Jun 24, 2023 19:32:45 GMT
Post by CHUCK MCCOY on Jun 24, 2023 19:32:45 GMT
A loud GUFRHRHRAH could be heard from somewhere in the devil’s liar. One minute, you’re talking to Player One who’s hanging cool-cat like a bat out of hell off the ceiling; the next, you’re choking on a chicken bake ‘cause you tried to swallow that shit whole. Blue in the face under the mask (ironic, I know) it was a few obnoxiously loud moments of HACKING MY STOMACH OUT before my regeneration eventually reworked my esophagus back under control. Second it happened, I wheezed. Then took another chicken bake and did the hella exact same thing!!
Lotta stuff happened between that time, tho. Knife being tossed around, the enacting of sales tax against all Heroes, ■■■■’s getting stabbed left and right in a brawl. I was hella fine with all of this; my wife could just charge goods on my card and we wouldn’t get taxed!! Gang, it was mad lit when the boss chick with the skates came out and my one and only mentor, too! I hollered loud after she spoke!
“YEAH BUST HIS ASS REVISION!!! I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT!” I had no idea what the ■■■■ she was talking about or what he was on about, either. I turned to individuals around me. “You need a ride home? You, or maybe you?” Don’t know what activated it. Felt like there were lotta kids around and I ain’t really want any actual smoke. Didn’t have a brain either, but if I had to sum up my instinctive purpose for being here I’d say it was this: putting psychotic terrorists on my map to murder later and finding like-minded homies. People who were interested in raising up the weak, not for the sake of retribution but for the purpose of living for maybe the first time in their lives. Wouldn’t hurt to find others interested in putting down the real scum of the world, corrupt officials and bad apple Heroes who used their powers against the innocent. I nodded in respect to the Siren as she came in, then yelled back to the crowd. “IF IT’S NOT WAR, WHAT’S YOUR BIG IDEA, BRO?”
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Zombae
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Post by CHUCK MCCOY on Jun 9, 2023 13:43:51 GMT
You see some shit as a criminal.
To men getting brick’ed in broad daylight to the goofiest, whack-ass fits anyone could ever imagine. Overtime, what you see becomes a low-hanging haze which haunts the everyday, nothing outta the ordinary but still hella odd. Like, just tonight I saw someone shooting 100mph on the most busted, rad-ass lookin’ bike I ever seen. Where was he going?? How the hell was that thing moving or relatively safe? Where was his helmet?! Like I said, you see some shit.
I looked at him cruising down the road having the time of his life, then looked away. I was headed to the junkyard, in plain jeans, a t-shirt and my beat-up Converses. I parked my Civilian car off the curb, then carefully lugged a volley of four-by-four broken wooden slats, charred black, and a couple duffle bags of other junk. I went and messed up whatever it was I was creating again!! Pretty unsalvageable, but hella fun all the same and a good lotta learning! So like every good American, I was gonna dump all my crap somewhere and make it someone else’s responsibility!!
With four arms carting everything over, deeper and deeper into the throngs of trash and undesirables blinded by moonlight, that’s when I saw it. Or rather heard it. Three guys, towerin’ over a lil guy, calls himself Fosh. The prosthetic for his right hand, I ain’t see his leg, reminded me of an old cat, Taiki. Crazy hair, bit thin with a real bite in his eye. Then my eyes looked over the other three nobodies.
Now, I ain’t a Hero. Never could be, not in this lifetime or any other. In my line of work, you learn to mind your business real quick. But me being me, I pipe up anyway. Ain’t know why, there’s something compelling ‘bout him. “YO he ain’t no scavenger! Get back or he’ll BEAT YOUR ASS!!”
I’m in it now too!!
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Zombae
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Post by CHUCK MCCOY on Jun 9, 2023 13:43:10 GMT
It was time to chop it up again with Revision!!
I ain’t seen her for just a lil bit, got bogged down with tons of shit. Tricky hits, businessmen who knew they had their hands in places they shouldn’t be. Other Villains who were killing for stupid reasons or perfectly good reasons, just reasons I ain’t like cause they encroached on people or places I knew. Then there was the sun rising up over my own life… my wife was pregnant. My whole life changed just like that! Forever and ever, better than ever before!
But if it ain’t hella raise the stakes, too. I had to get stronger. Better. Make sure my people were doing alright, the very best they could be, cause their danger meant ours too. So with that in mind I headed over to Shinjuku as torrential rainfall battered the sports car, blaring metal the whole while. As busy as life got, I’d always be there for my old mentor, always lend a hand in whatever she needed. This was how loyalty worked. She looked out for me, heh, almost killed me too, but I’d look out for her just the same. What new projects did we have? How was the Black Rose corporation gonna hella profit even more? On autopilot, I cruised into the smoke-choked neon skyline of Shinjuku, black market drug and weapon deals happening at nearly every corner if you knew how to look. Lotta good restaurants, too. It was always the restaurants with their tiles fallin’ outta the roof, a menu you can’t read with one guy back there cookin, that had the very best food. The smoke and tang of all the restaurants made it through the petrichor, some sweet too. Parked my car, strolled out into the rain towards our meeting point.
Behind my mask, I grinned, waving all four arms like a dumbass. “YO!! Is that her, the one and only??” I hadn’t made any reservations, but you ain’t need to in a place like this!
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Zombae
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Post by CHUCK MCCOY on Jun 9, 2023 13:41:44 GMT
I was the hella happiest man alive (or dead)!!!
More than usual. My existence with my gorgeous, badass wife was reason enough to hold the happiest mantle. But this news she dropped on me bro… That she was pregnant, with not one but two (!!) of our kids sent me over the edge. Skyhigh and outta the ozone. I was so happy, I just ain’t even know where to start. While she slept that same night, I clutched her in my arms, marveling her for a few hours only to tear my gaze away to my phone. There was so much to learn!! First of all, how were babies made? Then was there something I was supposed to do? How to support her above all, be the best husband and dad ever. No surprise, there ain’t any guide book out there for doing what we gotta do, just like there was no manual for surviving after you got arrested and bailed out.
Tons of good shit filtered my mind. Like getting life insurance, whatever that was, securing ass-ets and making a financial plan even tho I ain’t got a bank. A million ways more to surprise her, make this all easy as possible for her. She was giving life!! That shit was blowing my mind!! Way deep in the night, I got up and out of bed, swept off to the spare room of our apartment. I had a weapon, one at least, in every room of the apartment. Sometimes multiple under cabinets, surfaces, behind things, etc. I swept past her knitting nook, tugged off the glock and put it in my pants. Then the nunchucks, the sawtooth knives (3). Can’t have the babies using that. Not yet.
Then I got to work!! I was just hella excited, my every atom practically bombinated with it!! Up until sunrise I was building, quietly as possible with a wood saw and hammers!! Nails all perfectly painted from my love the day before, hella careful not to chip the paint! When it was all done, I swept sweat off my brow, watching sunlight pour over fresh-sanded wooden panels and… things (that were a surprise!!).
Then I went to work cooking for my baby!! Who had two babies in her!! Was I supposed to make more food? Was there food she ain’t able to eat any more?? Between the both of us (the four of us!) I dumped in the whole carton of eggs, a whole pack of bacon, beans, pancake batter and so much more onto the stove!! Chopped up so many fruits, set out the syrup, all of that! Then used my fours arms to cart it all back to our room!!
“Hey beautiful,” I’d whisper if she was awake, spooling her bangs around her horns so I could kiss her on the forehead before setting up the plates. If not, I’d gently scoot back into the room anyway, watching her sleep.
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Zombae
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Post by CHUCK MCCOY on Jun 7, 2023 15:37:10 GMT
Despite my nervousness, for what I hella ain’t even able to name, a giant fire lit up my heart. Just thinking about the first time we took selfies together, some Halloween years ago where I knew any trace evidence of myself on her phone was a danger to her. How long we’d come together, to be with someone who’d so faithfully stand by a scumbag like me. I owed her nothing less than the whole world and everything she’d ever want in it. “All the selfies you want, baby,” I started, smirking as my hand coasted down her side, “just know that you’re the cuter one.” Always was, always would be. My better half, hella outta my league since day one. How the hell’d I get here? What God did I help in some other life to trick her to falling in love with me like this? Years and years our love went on, deeper by the day, and a huge chunk of me still ain’t believe my luck. She was one in a hundred billion and then infinitely more sweet, beautiful, badass beyond that. My moongirl, brighter than any other star or luminary in orbit.
My heart richocheted all the faster when her soft arms wrapped around me. Every now and then, I had an out of body experience where I hella realized all over again that a beautiful girl was holding me, touching me. I always hella thought Kazashi was the most gorgeous bewitching succubus I’d ever seen but every now n’ then it’s like, holy shit. Like right now. The voluminous sheen in her auric eyes, the joy over her face, was it… a sense of nervousness too, just like me for real for real?? What was she about to say? Her fingertip tracing my jawline then was my only anchor to earth, cause my heart was a thousand miles skyhigh seeing what she embroidered into the sweater.
I was so hella happy, shock hand in hand with ecstasy beyond belief and her hand in mine I could barely think anything. Just straight joy. There were no words for that feeling, for the fact that our whole lives changed in that one moment. Like the chords tying our fates together grew stronger, deeper, electrified with gold permanence. Just I caught a breath, laughing so hard and hella choked up, she said more beautiful things to throw me off axis.
Twins.
And mine too. WHAT?! I ain’t know who else they could be bu-wait twins?! My brain did flips in my skull, so damn happy all I could do was sway as I hugged her tighter and tighter and refused to let her go. That she’d never been happier, feeling as she did now… “Me too baby. I love you so much.” The look in her eyes said it all, mine too as I took her hand and kissed her palm, tracing kisses down her wrist till I got to her tum. “I love you,” I repeated lowly, softly between kisses, kiting a path to her tum. “N’ you and you…” I cleared my throat afterwards, biting back tears, before kissing her slow and deep again on the lips. “Alright ma.” I coughed hella loud, throwing my hands out!! “Wait, that’s weird as ■■■■!! F-forget I said it, Zāzā!! Uhm I mean, love of my life and my kids!! How do ya wanna celebrate?!” My face was hella hot!!
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Zombae
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Post by CHUCK MCCOY on Jun 7, 2023 1:40:02 GMT
Character Name: CHUCK MCCOYSkillset: An extremely unlikely candidate for A+ Blacksmithing as a high school dropout with only life lessons under his belt, Chuck is surprisingly good at creating! He makes weapons, armors, accessories and more, particularly of heavy metal and precious stones. He has a very basic proficiency for electrical and elemental wiring, thanks entirely in part to not dying as he's electrocuted himself multiple times. Outside of this he's also a generative woodworker, having picked up the hobby to craft cute things for his wife. He can make custom furniture, treehouses, pergolas, etc. Functional, durable, four thumbs up guarantee!! Population:Chuck's driven to arm the defenseless. He's aligned with anyone whose gained his loyalty or who he sees as being worthy. He will not work with known terrorists although he's shockingly easy to deceive. Location: Zombae operates out of a variety of clandestine locations, such as abandoned warehouses or hideouts in the middle of the woods. In his Civilian identity, Chuck can be found teaching woodworking at the local community centers in Tokyo. Preferred Contact: any and all!! 🖤🖤 Most prefer DM cause i'm distractable although all work! Other: chuck crafting |
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Zombae
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Post by CHUCK MCCOY on Jun 7, 2023 1:36:40 GMT
Every anxiety, worry, fear or anythin’ bad I coulda possibly felt melted instantly when I saw her. With her in my arms, looking up into those gorgeous auric eyes, everything was right within my world. Our world. Which was about to triple in size and I ain’t even know it. I’m still hella bad at math. “Work was good but I missed you the whole time,” I whispered into her, kissing her neck real quick before closing my eyes as she asked. A curious gasp left my mouth as she placed the rose head over my hair, really more than anything I was obsessed with the feeling of her hands through my strands. She felt good, always, and everytime she made something sweet like that for me it just swept me off my feet that much more. How could she get this impossibly cute, even sweeter by the day? “Hella cute, baby!! But you’re cuter.” I grinned as I drank in the sight of her, hands gently touching the rose head she so meticulously made. She found the time to be World’s Greatest Hero and the best soulmate and most amazing badass ever and I just ain’t have any idea how she did it. I then curiously looked at the gift on the table.
“Somethin’ for me?! I ain’t need anythin’, Zāzā!” I grinned still, palms suddenly getting sweaty all over again as my heart battered my ribcage. Gingerly I dragged her onto the couch with me, gently putting her on one leg and the gift on the other. Weaving my rough fingertips through her hair, I started unwrapping the red ribbon, smile so wide in my eyes at the blue wrapping paper. I ain’t get it at first. “WHOA hun!! Super soft! You made this?!” It must have taken her weeks! Did she hide it from me? So sneaky, my super talented bab-
The embroidery.
#1 Dad
I held up the sweater, bulging arms shaking like never before. I stared at her, her smile inundating my whole soul with liquid sunshine. She said the words I’d heard a thousand times from her in my dreams.
Ah’m pregnant.
Not a second passed before I engulfed her in all four arms, pulsating heart ricocheting through both of us as I clutched her to me. Wordlessly I looked up into her eyes, tear-stricken joy in mine before I kissed her deep. And held her, and swayed with her, and eventually choked out a laugh. Then another one. Then my voice came, hearty and wet and loud as hell. “Pregnant!! How?? When? How long have you - is it mine?!” I laughed again, pulling her in tight and never letting go. “How are you feelin-shit! All those times you were sicky, baby… all the way back then?” Everything was colliding in the most amazing ways, a cosmic rainbow unfurling over our world.
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Zombae
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Post by CHUCK MCCOY on Jun 7, 2023 1:35:28 GMT
I ain’t seen Mo for bout a week tho it felt like a whole ass lifetime!! ‘Cause my whole life changed since the last time she seen me. No, I ain’t any taller, unfortunately. Ain’t got any uglier thank ■■■■.
But I had news. Hella news.
In some odd months, I was gonna be a dad.
Not just husband to the cutest girl in the whole wide world and the greater universe beyond. But father to her children, too. Our children.
It was hella rocking my whole world. I ain’t know what to say bout it at first, cept hug my girl hella tight and babble on some nonsense. How?? How were babies made? We made that? It was mine? I was pregnant, too?? Goddamn was it crazy!
But I was just so happy. Happy to be hers, happy to be a family unit and I couldn’t wait to tell Mo! Was quaking in my Converses the whole week!! Who else was I gonna tell? Bet my father already forgot bout me, ain’t seen Brie Brie or that adorable punk Ume in hella long. Mo was not only best friend at this point but also family. Shit, maybe from the start really. She was a part of this too. From meeting at that coffeeshop, helping out that whckass to the Kaneko ordeal and everything with her own kidnapping, too. Would do anything in the whole wide world to be there for Mo. Those spoiled brats of mine (brats with an s! Two! We’re having two of ‘em!!) were bout to be the luckiest nieces and nephews alive! Or niece and nephew? Nieces? Nephews? Niblings?? Spawn? Shit, I still ain’t know grammar either!!
So I roll up to one of our favorite grills, the fattest grin over my face. Clutched in one of my arms was a gift from a bakery near our apartment: two speciality rice balls packed in a gift bag! Could she guess what it was? If I got there first, I’d take a table for us by a wide open bay window, a sprig of flowers sitting pretty to the far side of the grill. I’d greet her with a huge hug, clapping her back!! If she got there first, I’d hug her all the same, howling with joy and turning heads at the joint!
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Zombae
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Post by CHUCK MCCOY on Jun 3, 2023 17:46:31 GMT
a surprise?...
A fatass grin sat on my face all damn day. Seemed to never go 'way these days, not when me and my girl finally had everything we ever wanted. Our own place, freedom from UAU, the Covenini, evil dads and bad days. She made me so damn happy it just bout burst my heart everyday living with her, being so lucky to call her mine. What could she possibly give me that she ain't already? Each and every moment further together was a gift I ain't deserve.
I plugged away all the harder at my project for the day. Two killings in the morning, corrupt cops who beat their parolees to the cusp of death, and now I was chillin'. Building some hammer for a vigilante homie doing good work in the underbelly of Tokyo. But all the while, pouring molten steel and corrugated diamond into two ton plates, I couldn't stop thinking about her… My gorgeous wife, just what did she have in mind? A twinge of nervousness ran down my blue spine; couldn't say why, everything with my moongirl was a good thing. But I felt electricity singe my fingertips all the same, nervous anticipation rumbling from head to toe (I know it ain't that long a rumble but don't judge!!). I wrapped up the weapon all the faster, pulled the searing, sculpted design from the mold and wrapped it up in special clothe with a ribbon that was one of Kazashi's favorite colors. I like including her in my work, in my every single day even if it'd be hella dangerous to do anything that'd give away just a pinch more of our shared identity. Iunno, it's like a gift of good luck to my clients. Then I lug the 500kg package to the meeting point, out in the deserted woods, get to the same old ebony Camino and zip home at a 100mph.
By the time I'm hiking up our apartment stairs, suit off, my heart's in my throat. You've ever had one of those moments where everything's surreally real, can really see the every mote of sunset light suspended through the air? That's hella me, a huge bag of sushi in one hand, a red rose spilling out from the other. I feel hella undressed for some reason, tank top, jeans, nails unpainted. What was happening?! What could make me feel so?! I suddenly ran up the last couple flights of stairs, manifesting a third arm to grab my keys and fling open the door like my whole life depended on it. It did, cause there was my whole world on the other side.
A sigh of relief came first, then salacious need. Delight bombinating up and down all me as I raced towards her, throwing both arms towards her in a vice grip hug as I aimed to kiss her deep, hard. "hi baby," I growled, "You look so beautiful." It never stopped boggling my mind how gorgeous she was, how dresses looked prettier, fuller, better on her than they could anybody else. "Hmm?..." Where were her hands?
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Zombae
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Post by CHUCK MCCOY on Jun 3, 2023 17:45:36 GMT
I was hella late again!!
I finished some hits off of the coast and then my fatass went to Costco and got a dozen chicken bakes! I got the chocolate sundae, just cause I could, and rolled up to the wicked door of the Vestibule double fisting food, a third arm with a bag of the rest. With my mask tipped slightly up so I could eat, showing off my uglyass scarred-gnarled jaw, I grinned at Satan at the door. Dripping in blue and sin, all spooky and shit. “Here ya go buddy thanks for your troubles.” I handed him one if he wanted it, then proceeded to march through the door and into the hellscape of other Villains. ‘Cept it ain’t so bad, from what I could see of my short vantage point. Put my back to the wall near the other American before he started the most insane light and voice show.
“Damn that’s crazy!” I chomped away at one chicken bake then another, whistling in awe as the voices intertwined and rumbling crescendoed by the second. Then when the super sweet chick went up, how could she be so happy in a world like ours? I nodded all the while, loudly SLURPING at the sundae. Change the world?? Talents? Part to play? Oh shit, did they invite the wrong guy? Like the other guy was hella artistic - was this one of those flash theater things? Don’t disappoint?? They definitely got the wrong guy!! I sipped, slower this time, thinking it was too late to leave now! It didn’t help I wasn’t paying attention to the full thing! When UnKnown finished her speech, I pondered my options.
I figured my wife wouldn’t want me getting chummy with all the beautiful women and demon girls and I hella wouldn’t want to either; then I couldn’t tell that the girl under the kasa hat was none other than a long lost friend. So that left me a few options. The dude hella suspended BAT-ASS crazy on a beam; the guy who oozed ancient evil incarnate, death in the flesh; Satan, if he came back through the door; and the light show host from earlier. Was I RACIST if I talked to the only other American in the room first?? Shit.
I swallowed another chicken bake whole, walking up to the suspended avatar.“Hi I’m the Zombae,” I say, reaching out a fourth arm to shake his hand from the ceiling. “IS this uh… this IS the Villain thing?? Am I in the wrong room?”
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Zombae
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Post by CHUCK MCCOY on May 31, 2023 0:09:07 GMT
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May 30, 2023 20:03:20 GMT
Post by CHUCK MCCOY on May 30, 2023 20:03:20 GMT
credits to @rx for the template [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header1"]CHUCK MCCOY  [attr="class","header2"]OVERVIEW » NAME: Charleston McCoy » AGE: 25 (♈🏹 ♏🌙 ♉☀️) » GENDER: Cisgender Male » RELATONSHIP STATUS: Kazashi McCoy 's soulmate » AFFILIATION: VILLAIN » ALIAS: ChuChu, Fatass Brigade Accomplice, Pluto, Chuck, Chucky, Charles, the Fabled Masked BlackSmith Without a Brain » VILLAIN NAME: Zombae » OCCUPATION: Assassin, SAHD [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]PERSONALITY  » POSITIVE TRAITS:✦ Stupidly Brave
✦ Venturesome
✦ Devoted
✦ Sedulous
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✧ Possessive
✧ Violent
✧ Cranky
| »LIKES:✧ Driving/Racing
✧ Disney
✧ Food
✧ Otaku Things
| »DISLIKES:✦ Long Cutscenes
✦ Secret Upcharges
✦ Greed
✦ Injustice
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hey its Chuck. I’m older and dumber since the last time you saw me. A touch more cautious too, having the love of your life in your corner like that will do that to you. Someone to protect, bring down the moon from the stars for her at a moment’s notice. You could say I’m more generous, too - my life is finally my own after paying an insurmountable, whack ass debt; and all I wanna do is do right by my people. Bring up the deserving, be better for my loved ones, don’t give a ■■■■ who’s gotta go if they stand in the way of their light. I’ve got enemies on all sides, too. Ain’t got remorse for cuttin’ em down. Ain’t no changing me now, either. I’m hella culpable of all my shit. But that’s the way of the world and my place in it as a killer, can’t go back now. I’m also a touch more responsible. Still hella don’t know what an inside voice is, tho! [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]APPEARANCE  » HEIGHT: 5'2 (157 cm's) » WEIGHT: 200 lbs (90 kg's) » EYE COLOR: white » HAIR COLOR: white » SKIN COLOR: blue » FACE CLAIM NAME: OC // Sooga (Suit only) » FACE CLAIM SERIES: OC // The Legend of Zelda I’m ugly as ■■■■. I ain’t mean that in a soft boy deprecating way I mean that like, I’m ■■■■ing U G L Y. asf!! Hella objectively, to the T! First of all I’m short, which has dictated 80% of a man’s beauty since the asscrack of time; and then I’m all molted up, thick skeins of scars sliding across my skin everywhere you can imagine. Some are from my quirk’s regeneration, some are from fights. I’ve lost track of which is which, picked up a few tattoos in these past couple years. I’m made of muscle, picked up some heft since the last time you saw me, too. My skin’s blue wherever it’s not scarred, choked out by liver mortis, moonwhite eyes unliving. I ain’t walk like a lil guy, tho. Respect, the way you carry yourself, is everything. I march confidently under my black getups, black Converses, black nail polish. Casual date night, or low key killing, calls for jeans and a dress shirt. Recently I’ve picked up a suit again. If you ain’t know me from a different life, I used to permanently rock a head-to-toe jumpsuit ‘cause I hated how I looked. My cousin helped me see how much of a dumbass I was to wear my mask being me and committing crimes (I know, I know, I’m a lil short in the brain attributes). Then the love of my life told me she liked me how I was and that was that. But the suit this time isn’t for me, but for us. To protect her from me, the downfall of us it’d bring if someone found me out. All about us, all the time. [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]HISTORY  My parents were Chilean. Good people, whose only mistake was living in a country that ain’t give a rat’s ass about healthcare. I ain’t know ‘em, but growing up I hella knew why they wanted to abort me. My organs weren’t developing right. I was pinned as a stillborn at best, plagued by a billion dollars’ worth of medical emergencies off the jump. Anyway, they couldn’t afford all that, cause who could? Besides this bigshot celebrity ■■■■ who came outta nowhere to “adopt” me as his own personal promotional stunt. When I was barely old enough to walk, he’d made me his punching bag, an emotional and physical bodybag for all his shit. I grew up angry, ditching class, crashing cars and doing other things to kill myself. We just didn’t call it that back then. Anyway, all my BS landed me in Japan. A homie of a homie had me on some whack shit, trying to steal a whale. I was eighteen years old and even stupider than I am now. Got arrested, right quick, and bailed out by a yakuza-type gang, the Covenini, who granted me “freedom” in exchange for servitude. I was doing dumb stuff, but this time it was different. Real. I was hurting people, ordered to kill people. I never wanted to hurt nobody. But it was me holding the gun, me who almost blew up a mountain if it weren’t for the Heroic interventions of my cousin and someone who was too good for this world. It wasn’t all bad. For a while, I was under the tutelage of someone hella cool, Revision. I made friends, Mo, then my brother in everything but blood, Brie. Other names, but I ain’t gonna blow up their spot. I fell in love with the most amazing, most beautiful girl in all the world. She hella changed my whole life. Made my life revolve around hers, got serious about paying off my insurmountable debt so I could give her the life she deserved. By some miracle and more than a handful of near-death experiences, we did it. She graduated from UAU and I paid off my debt. Proposed, made her mine. Now we’re chillin. I was lost for a bit. All I knew was my Villain skillset, ain’t got any real proficiencies to show the working world. What was the worth of my life? Things hella changed again when I met this adorable lil punk, Umeko. She gotta bad deck of cards dealt to her starting life, just like me, and actually saw someone like me as someone who could help her. So I did. Fully, freely. I lost contact with her, but that time with her shifted my whole perspective. It ain’t about what I owe anyone anymore; life’s ‘bout what we owe each other, what I can do for you cause I want to, cause that’s how life should be. With that in mind, I got to work doing what I could for others. Killing demons in human skinsuits, shooting down loose ends, propping up the defenseless with weapons I made. There’s been more than what I deserve in good moments in the past few years, like spending time with the love of my life or going on a world-wide vacation with Mo and more. Loyalty takes me where I need to go; Kazashi McCoy’s the calibration of my whole moral compass, center of my whole world. What’s next for us, y’ask? I’m hella ready to see. [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]ITEMS  - heavy dosage painkiller
- super special beanie
- sweater of love
- pack of cigs
- gun
[attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]QUIRK  QUIRK NAME: Dead or Alive QUIRK RANK: A QUIRK TYPE: Mutation QUIRK DESCRIPTION: Chuck’s a regen monster. His quirk always passively heals him, and to keep him in stasis, kills him the same. His regenerative properties will kick in without volition to help him recover internally and externally; he recovers quickly from toxins, illusions, etc. Chuck can also willingly regenerate beyond homeostasis, briefly adding more mass to his person or generating aesthetic instabilities on himself (extra arms, mouths, etc). His quirk is confined to the immediate physicality of his body, meaning that he cannot regenerate from severed pieces of himself or generate long-reaching masses like tendrils. QUIRK DRAWBACKS: The DNA mutation that confers Chuck his quirk is weak to both time and metal quirks. Both can reverse his dying-regenerating factor or outright pause it all together. Chuck’s hyper regeneration is also a limited resource; meaning, hellacious damage in one part of him will require almost all of its energy and, when overtaxed, will send him out of stasis and into enhanced dying until he recuperates. Narratively, Chuck’s quirk thrusts his everyday experience into a low, incessant drone of agony as his cells continuously shift under his skin. Finally, quite sadly, he’s somehow still stuck with one brain cell. [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]ATTRIBUTES » AWARENESS (B-)
| » VITALITY (B-)
| » DURABILITY (B-)
| » SPEED (A-)
| » DEXTERITY (B-)
| » STRENGTH (A-) |
Limit Breakers: 7 Available | 2/45 Used [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]EQUIPMENT EQUIPMENT NAME: Till Death Do We Part EQUIPMENT RANK: D+ EQUIPMENT MANUFACTURER: n/a EQUIPMENT DESCRIPTION: Chuck’s wedding ring is tattooed to his ring finger with a special red, nanite-infused ink. This ink allows the tattoo to interact with Kazashi’s own, giving him a means of communication to her akin to a transmitter and her location at all times. [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]SKILLS SKILL NAME: Coping SKILL RANK: B SKILL DESCRIPTION: Chuck’s a blacksmith! Years of woodworking as a hobby to make cute things for his wife, dovetailed with his experience in fixing the weapons the Covenini lent out to him, has made him awkwardly intuitive with creating and fixing weapons and armor of all kinds. Particularly precious/heavy metals. It’s a miracle!! SKILL NAME: Pivoting SKILL RANK: B SKILL DESCRIPTION: This fighting style doubles down on Chuck’s ability to tank and his efficiency with his own weapons. PLAYED BY HUGS [newclass=.body]width:450px;margin:auto;text-align:justify;font-family:arial;font-size:14px;[/newclass] [newclass=.body b]color:#c93232[/newclass] [newclass=.header1]font:bold 40px Arial;width:390px;background:rgb(25,25,25);color:rgb(254, 254, 254);text-align:center;padding:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.header2]font:bold 30px Arial;width:420px;background:rgb(25,25,25);margin:auto;color:rgb(254, 254, 254);text-align:center;padding:15px;[/newclass] |
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ALIAS
Zombae
OCCUPATION
Assassin, SAHD
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Dead or Alive
Archived
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May 29, 2023 19:45:27 GMT
Post by CHUCK MCCOY on May 29, 2023 19:45:27 GMT
credits to @rx for the template [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header1"]CHUCK MCCOY [attr="class","header2"]OVERVIEW » NAME: Charleston McCoy » AGE: 25 (♈🏹 ♏🌙 ♉☀️) » GENDER: Cisgender Male » RELATONSHIP STATUS: Kazashi McCoy's soulmate » AFFILIATION: VILLAIN » ALIAS: ChuChu, Fatass Brigade Accomplice, Pluto, Chuck, Chucky, Charles, the Fabled Masked BlackSmith Without a Brain » VILLAIN NAME: Zombae » OCCUPATION: Assassin, SAHD [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]PERSONALITY » POSITIVE TRAITS:✦ Stupidly Brave
✦ Venturesome
✦ Devoted
✦ Sedulous
| » NEGATIVE TRAITS:✧ Stupid
✧ Possessive
✧ Violent
✧ Cranky
| »LIKES:✧ Driving/Racing
✧ Disney
✧ Food
✧ Otaku Things
| »DISLIKES:✦ Long Cutscenes
✦ Secret Upcharges
✦ Greed
✦ Injustice
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hey its Chuck. I’m older and dumber since the last time you saw me. A touch more cautious too, having the love of your life in your corner like that will do that to you. Someone to protect, bring down the moon from the stars for her at a moment’s notice. You could say I’m more generous, too - my life is finally my own after paying an insurmountable, whack ass debt; and all I wanna do is do right by my people. Bring up the deserving, be better for my loved ones, don’t give a ■■■■ who’s gotta go if they stand in the way of their light. I’ve got enemies on all sides, too. Ain’t got remorse for cuttin’ em down. Ain’t no changing me now, either. I’m hella culpable of all my shit. But that’s the way of the world and my place in it as a killer, can’t go back now. I’m also a touch more responsible. Still hella don’t know what an inside voice is, tho! [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]APPEARANCE » HEIGHT: 5'2 (157 cm's) » WEIGHT: 200 lbs (90 kg's) » EYE COLOR: white » HAIR COLOR: white » SKIN COLOR: blue » FACE CLAIM NAME: OC // Sooga (Suit only) » FACE CLAIM SERIES: OC // The Legend of Zelda I’m ugly as ■■■■. I ain’t mean that in a soft boy deprecating way I mean that like, I’m ■■■■ing U G L Y. asf!! Hella objectively, to the T! First of all I’m short, which has dictated 80% of a man’s beauty since the asscrack of time; and then I’m all molted up, thick skeins of scars sliding across my skin everywhere you can imagine. Some are from my quirk’s regeneration, some are from fights. I’ve lost track of which is which, picked up a few tattoos in these past couple years. I’m made of muscle, picked up some heft since the last time you saw me, too. My skin’s blue wherever it’s not scarred, choked out by liver mortis, moonwhite eyes unliving. I ain’t walk like a lil guy, tho. Respect, the way you carry yourself, is everything. I march confidently under my black getups, black Converses, black nail polish. Casual date night, or low key killing, calls for jeans and a dress shirt. Recently I’ve picked up a suit again. If you ain’t know me from a different life, I used to permanently rock a head-to-toe jumpsuit ‘cause I hated how I looked. My cousin helped me see how much of a dumbass I was to wear my mask being me and committing crimes (I know, I know, I’m a lil short in the brain attributes). Then the love of my life told me she liked me how I was and that was that. But the suit this time isn’t for me, but for us. To protect her from me, the downfall of us it’d bring if someone found me out. All about us, all the time. [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]HISTORY My parents were Chilean. Good people, whose only mistake was living in a country that ain’t give a rat’s ass about healthcare. I ain’t know ‘em, but growing up I hella knew why they wanted to abort me. My organs weren’t developing right. I was pinned as a stillborn at best, plagued by a billion dollars’ worth of medical emergencies off the jump. Anyway, they couldn’t afford all that, cause who could? Besides this bigshot celebrity ■■■■ who came outta nowhere to “adopt” me as his own personal promotional stunt. When I was barely old enough to walk, he’d made me his punching bag, an emotional and physical bodybag for all his shit. I grew up angry, ditching class, crashing cars and doing other things to kill myself. We just didn’t call it that back then. Anyway, all my BS landed me in Japan. A homie of a homie had me on some whack shit, trying to steal a whale. I was eighteen years old and even stupider than I am now. Got arrested, right quick, and bailed out by a yakuza-type gang, the Covenini, who granted me “freedom” in exchange for servitude. I was doing dumb stuff, but this time it was different. Real. I was hurting people, ordered to kill people. I never wanted to hurt nobody. But it was me holding the gun, me who almost blew up a mountain if it weren’t for the Heroic interventions of my cousin and someone who was too good for this world. It wasn’t all bad. For a while, I was under the tutelage of someone hella cool, Revision. I made friends, Mo, then my brother in everything but blood, Brie. Other names, but I ain’t gonna blow up their spot. I fell in love with the most amazing, most beautiful girl in all the world. She hella changed my whole life. Made my life revolve around hers, got serious about paying off my insurmountable debt so I could give her the life she deserved. By some miracle and more than a handful of near-death experiences, we did it. She graduated from UAU and I paid off my debt. Proposed, made her mine. Now we’re chillin. I was lost for a bit. All I knew was my Villain skillset, ain’t got any real proficiencies to show the working world. What was the worth of my life? Things hella changed again when I met this adorable lil punk, Umeko. She gotta bad deck of cards dealt to her starting life, just like me, and actually saw someone like me as someone who could help her. So I did. Fully, freely. I lost contact with her, but that time with her shifted my whole perspective. It ain’t about what I owe anyone anymore; life’s ‘bout what we owe each other, what I can do for you cause I want to, cause that’s how life should be. With that in mind, I got to work doing what I could for others. Killing demons in human skinsuits, shooting down loose ends, propping up the defenseless with weapons I made. There’s been more than what I deserve in good moments in the past few years, like spending time with the love of my life or going on a world-wide vacation with Mo and more. Loyalty takes me where I need to go; Kazashi McCoy’s the calibration of my whole moral compass, center of my whole world. What’s next for us, y’ask? I’m hella ready to see. [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]ITEMS - heavy dosage painkiller
- super special beanie
- sweater of love
- pack of cigs
- gun
[attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]QUIRK QUIRK NAME: Dead or Alive QUIRK RANK: A QUIRK TYPE: Mutation QUIRK DESCRIPTION: Chuck’s a regen monster. His quirk always passively heals him, and to keep him in stasis, kills him the same. His regenerative properties will kick in without volition to help him recover internally and externally; he recovers quickly from toxins, illusions, etc. Chuck can also willingly regenerate beyond homeostasis, briefly adding more mass to his person or generating aesthetic instabilities on himself (extra arms, mouths, etc). His quirk is confined to the immediate physicality of his body, meaning that he cannot regenerate from severed pieces of himself or generate long-reaching masses like tendrils. QUIRK DRAWBACKS: The DNA mutation that confers Chuck his quirk is weak to both time and metal quirks. Both can reverse his dying-regenerating factor or outright pause it all together. Chuck’s hyper regeneration is also a limited resource; meaning, hellacious damage in one part of him will require almost all of its energy and, when overtaxed, will send him out of stasis and into enhanced dying until he recuperates. Narratively, Chuck’s quirk thrusts his everyday experience into a low, incessant drone of agony as his cells continuously shift under his skin. Finally, quite sadly, he’s somehow still stuck with one brain cell. [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]ATTRIBUTES » AWARENESS (B-)
| » VITALITY (B-)
| » DURABILITY (B-)
| » SPEED (A-)
| » DEXTERITY (B-)
| » STRENGTH (A-) |
Limit Breakers: 7 Available | 2/45 Used [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]EQUIPMENT EQUIPMENT NAME: Till Death Do We Part EQUIPMENT RANK: D+ EQUIPMENT MANUFACTURER: n/a EQUIPMENT DESCRIPTION: Chuck’s wedding ring is tattooed to his ring finger with a special red, nanite-infused ink. This ink allows the tattoo to interact with Kazashi’s own, giving him a means of communication to her akin to a transmitter and her location at all times. [attr="class","body"] [attr="class","header2"]SKILLS SKILL NAME: Coping SKILL RANK: B SKILL DESCRIPTION: Chuck’s a blacksmith! Years of woodworking as a hobby to make cute things for his wife, dovetailed with his experience in fixing the weapons the Covenini lent out to him, has made him awkwardly intuitive with creating and fixing weapons and armor of all kinds. Particularly precious/heavy metals. It’s a miracle!! SKILL NAME: Pivoting SKILL RANK: B SKILL DESCRIPTION: This fighting style doubles down on Chuck’s ability to tank and his efficiency with his own weapons. PLAYED BY HUGS [newclass=.body]width:450px;margin:auto;text-align:justify;font-family:arial;font-size:14px;[/newclass] [newclass=.body b]color:#c93232[/newclass] [newclass=.header1]font:bold 40px Arial;width:390px;background:rgb(25,25,25);color:rgb(254, 254, 254);text-align:center;padding:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.header2]font:bold 30px Arial;width:420px;background:rgb(25,25,25);margin:auto;color:rgb(254, 254, 254);text-align:center;padding:15px;[/newclass] |
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