Hes tinkering.

𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 | 🔞 —————————————— ✘ - #SWRP | #BSRP | #MVRP ✘ - Old Republic | EU | AU ✘ - Lewd Earned | SFW ✘ - Bisexual ✘ - Mature Themes —————————————— 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 / 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄

"When you see someone who needs help, you help them, no matter what."

{{ ACCESS: GALACTIC REPUBLIC DATABASE }} {{ Alias: Chosung Tarkal (He/Him) Age: 34 (DOB: Nov 7 3990 BBY//timeline flexible) Species: Human? Height: 185 cm / 6'1 Occupation: Bounty Hunter}} Full profile: chosungade.carrd.co #starwarsrp #swrp

Introducing "We're warriors, I joined the fight...just not the side many expected." Eddie Redmayne "The empire is my family now." As "Got my eyes on the target, awaiting your orders captain." Yafelkin Iron-Bjorn "For The Empire." The Imperial Commando

Yup. Hes awake. Just... working in something

Evan turned around, blade still sleek with a red crimson, eyes looked on the other. "..... what."

At work, get to these when I can]

Evan is currently in his warehouse, welding a few extra saw blades together on his rusty blade, sparks hitting his apron. The low tune of music filling the space, accompanied by the rattling of chains, due to the hole in the roof blowing in a constant breeze.

"The green....like the color." Damnit evan-

".... is that a tree...or moss."

He just kept staring, before grabbing an old cracked phone from his leather apron. "Christian Hewitt ."

He let's out a grunt, the teeth of the blade digging more into the leather apron. "... looking for someone...." His voice was...well...rough. Like he hasn't spoke in quite sometime.

He stared behind the metal mask, gloved hand adjusting its grip on the rusty blade. "No." He managed to get out, staring down at her.

𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 ℳℴ𝓉𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽 ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃, 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝒶ℊℯ𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌ℯ'𝓇ℯ ℊℴ𝓁𝒹ℯ𝓃

Why am I imagining his face as chris redfield but with half his jaw burnt-]]

"What..." The man grumbled, his metal mask cranking as he spoke, his blade resting on his shoulder, the teeth of the serrated edge digging into the leather apron. "Your in my way." He grumbled, looking down at [Reader].

"What..." The man grumbled, his metal mask cranking as he spoke, his blade resting on his shoulder, the teeth of the serrated edge digging into the leather apron. "Your in my way." He grumbled, looking down at [Reader].

Evan is currently in his warehouse, welding a few extra saw blades together on his rusty blade, sparks hitting his apron. The low tune of music filling the space, accompanied by the rattling of chains, due to the hole in the roof blowing in a constant breeze.

Fracias Caleb Grayson "The best Dom and Sub relationship strengthens both of you There...No one is Weak and No one is Strong" 🐾⚔️🌕 -- Shifter and Proud -- Half Bred Panther -- Veterinarian -- Recovering Heroine Addict -- Tortured Soul -- Telekinetic #RT and #Fave for #RP

Behold! His stuff.

“𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎.”

❝𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.ᐣ ᅠᅠ―――――――――――――――――― ᅠᅠ» CPL. Daly, Adrianne | "Viper-7" ᅠᅠ» Orbital Drop Shock Trooper. ᅠᅠ» Office of Naval Intelligence, Delta-Six. ᅠᅠ» Assaulter. ᅠᅠ» #HaloRP | #HelldiversRP | #MVRP ᅠᅠ―――――――――――――――――― ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝘗𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮.ᐟ❞ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 「 ♥ + ⟳ 」

Hes groaning awake. Hes somewhat up.

'No decision mankind has ever made was good. Humanity has proven to be little more then a cancer in need of removing.' (More info to come below.)

🕸️━━━━⊱✖️⊰━━━━🕸️ 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞... S̶p̶e̶c̶t̶a̶c̶u̶l̶a̶r̶ ̶ ̶U̶l̶t̶i̶m̶a̶t̶e̶ ̶A̶m̶a̶z̶i̶n̶g̶ 𝖀𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝕾𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝕸𝐚𝐧 🕸️━━━━⊱✖️⊰━━━━🕸️

Looming in 6'8.

𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝖗𝖎𝖕 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒. ༺࿈ sOMeTHIng is kiLliNG the ChILDReN࿈ ༻

Looming in 6'8.

At work, get to these when I can]

───〃★⟢✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡɪʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴡᴀʏ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴀꜰɪʀᴇ ... ───〃★⟢✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺₊✧ ♡ + ↻

"𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒 But you will not find him, because he is a 𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝕎𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟'𝕤 ℝ𝕒𝕘𝕖" #DCRP #MARVELRP

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑬𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑫𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒚 created by: lily⤜♡→

"Nature made me a freak. Man made me a weapon. And God made it last too long" Rp Acount Dark themes N/SFW Minors DNI Serious/Not serious Crossover friendly Friendly writer #MVRP/#DCRP/#ComicRP

Evan gave agrunt, his rusted blade resting on his shoulder. The metal mask staring at her. "...what do you want." He growled out, the scrap metal armor clinking together as his body shifted.

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ 「 ♡ ✗ ↻ 」

Evan let out a deep grunt, lifting his blade onto a work table, the rusty metal thudding onto the wood. Looking over the monstrosity, he grabbed a piece of iron, and started to sharpen it, letting flecks of rust speckled the ground like rain.

Think the new idea is this. His home life wasn't the best, dad was bad, mom was worse, sister helped it. So ya know, ran away, got even worse treatment from certain people, did some prison time, snaps, and just makes a giant sword, his mask, and some other pieces of armor via metal scraps]]

Gonna remake this guy a bit!!!]]

"Think of Broadway Dammit!"

He a lil busy.

Ravanna Mari Thorne “Better to be Slapped with the Truth than Kissed with a Lie” — Multigenerational Kitsune — Pyrotechnic — Social Justice Activist — Registered Nurse — #MutantAndProud 🏳️‍🌈🦊🔥💥🌸 #RT and #Fave #OpenStarter