チャレンジ精神

UNDISPUTED CHAMPION OF THE SPIRIT REALM. THE BOSS OF IONIA UNDERBELLY. | CARRD INFORMATION | | SOON TO BE LINK |

Oh well. End rant.

Heeeey anon! You should! Do you have any idea what Character you would want to write as?

"Heeeey, finally an easy question, hell yeah there is!" Red foxlike ears would perk up, followed by a closed-eyed, toothy grin. His voice was enthusiastic and didn't miss a beat with answering the other's question. "Ma, of course, haha. Dad, he left us, and it was just me and her against the world, ya know? I don't know where she's at right now, or what she's doing but...I'll find her someday." Looking down with a soft, almost sad smile he continued. "And when I do? I swear I'm going to give her the biggest hug of her life!"

I want 2 hug u.

I mean I get you wanna make sure they are 18 but...damn that's kind of dangerous you think?

Pat. Pat. Pat-pat-pat. His knuckles hitting against the punching bag echoed inside his own personal gym. The sound of the sand within the bag, caving into his knuckles never got old. But what did get old, was when people thought that their life, and who they were? Was predetermined and there was nothing they could do to fix that. "I am nothing but a lie." His knuckles would stop after the last hit, stopping the bag after his last punch. His back faced her, looking over his shoulder. "Nothing but a lie? That's what you think you are? That you're nothing more than that, huh?" Turning around to face her, grabbed a towel off the table a few feet behind him, and wiped his forehead and sweat from his bare body. Walking over to her, rubbing his nose against his forearm, without warning he would flick her in the head, playfully of course, enough to make her feel something. "Did that hurt? Probably not. But you felt something, didn't you? Felt that little flick on your head. Now I'm going to tell you a little secret. If you did that to me? I would feel the same damn thing. No different." Walking past her to grab a bottle of water, he downed it within a few moments, giving a refreshed gasp after finishing. He was a few feet away from her, so his voice bellowed as he spoke. " You're the same as me in that regard. We were both born the same! You're not a lie. You're a living being, with endless potential. It's what you make with that potential that determines what exactly, you are. I know this because--well, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't true, now would I?"

Leaning against his chair, manspreading lazily on his throne built by those whose blood spilled in the fight pits, he let her continue on with her rant. A bottle of noxian wine in one hand, and a cigarette in the other, he just stared at the ceiling. When she was done talking, his hand would raise to put the cigarette in his mouth, puffing on it for a few moments, letting the smoke rise in the air like magical warfare. "You got spirit, I can tell. But you know what I think?" Rising his body and head up to a slouch, his golden-like eyes meeting her own, his ruffled red hair flowing with his movements. "I think, you need to sit down--and have a drink with me, yeah?"