'Bandit'

((It's that time to gather interest again. Currently working.))

"'𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮.' 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮... 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩."
- 𝖣𝖬𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌.
- 𝖱𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐!

A: . . . *She saw this creature. Amanda can't move.. But she points at gun at it while remain frozen--*

*mentioning

And yet you choose to speak about men's throbbing hardships publicly by mentioninf it--

//I miss being a smartass on Bandit--

Lass, please get a room.

This Pus-- *ehem* Jaguar cannot stop talking about Penises, is she?

Guess those people didn't get a room.

So much for a Quiet Tuesday after some Pussy..cat just shouted.. Penis at the top of her lungs.

“Hey guys I….

………….AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! PENIS!”

Name: LuKhun Gender: Male Species: Garunite - Eagle (Divine descendant of the God Garuda, or their disciples/Additional, intertwined spirit) Height: 9'4" Description: A Garunite exiled from Kondain for nearly destroying his kingdom after hatching into a monstrous beast. Locked away by his injured father, he was treated by the gift of two rings by his mother to restore a mostly-proper form before being freed and sent to the Human Realm. After much time had passed through his care by the Wind Sage Lako, an oversized grasshopper of a teacher, he was instructed to search for special artifacts that will prevent danger from befalling the world known as Asura Stones, remnants of a lost race of beings that could allow one to reach Godlike power. While kind and trusting, he's also a furious close-ranged fighter boasted immense strength with Wind as his primary element. He would never turn down a good fight, nor back down from one.

"Move like a swift current, strike like a fierce tornado, and refresh others like a calm breeze. That's what makes me...

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖."

< #OC, #MVRP >
<Both Casual and Serious interactions/material>
<N/SFW, 18+>
<Open to DMs for plotting>
<Art by CeeHaz>

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*he takes the payment and nods*

I won't, lass. Just.. get yourself patch up. I am surprised you are alive after that, though..

*He said in a concern tone*

The crate is already at the back kitchen. And thank you for the payment.

That'll be $340 for this crate.

$60 for the laundry. *He jest*

Wine Delivery, lass.

*some of the blood from the axe's blade splats at his suit. This kinda irritated him, but he just sighs under his breath and continues sipping his drink*

Quiet Monday for once.

. . . . . *He.. just sees the hand axe behind her cranium. Would she tell her? Probably not, while sipping his whiskey*

I--

More like a Toad--

Yes? *SLAPPED.mp3*

Why does it almost sound like you might give birth to one--

*Bandit, stahp--*

//You know what? I'ma just be real here. If you're gonna bring your bad high school clique RP drama habits here in Bsky RP just like you did in Twitter RP, you are part of the problem from the get go.

We all came here for a fresh start, not having a sequel to the same problems in Twitter RP//