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ComradeQuebec

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    Mérovée Long-Arms
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  1. [[RP]] Given Name: Mérovée Long-Arms Years of Age: 35 Province of Origin: [ REDACTED ] Prior Occupation: Field Doctor Battlefield Experience: Some Reason for Interest: Everyone needs a doctor / Tries to get out of his depression [[OOC]] Username: ComradeQuebec Discord: ComradeQuebec#8296
  2. Hobo’Zok the Gobbo, screeches in glee for he rallies with the true Rex.
  3. ComradeQuebec

    ComradeQuebec

    Hobo took a quick step back, startled by the man’s approach. He started to look frantically left and right, looking for an escape route from this human being who was too expensive to talk to him. He started to breathe heavily under his own stress, blowing his putrid, rotten breath towards the man. He started scratching his body, bringing back his bodily stench, a mix of sweat, garbage and fecal matter. He gave a big smile to the gentlleman, opening his mouth repeatedly, as if trying to talk. ”Erm, uh, hell.. hello th-there m-mistah. Uh oh, me stinky, me have to go. G-g-good... B-bye.” Hobo turns away, running at full speed towards the nearest sewer entrance, seeking refuge in the only place he could call home.
  4. ComradeQuebec

    ComradeQuebec

    Read the scenario below this box and type out inside of this box how your character might respond. Your response must be at least four sentences long and include at least one action and at least one piece of dialogue surrounded by quotes. Hobo took a quick step back, startled by the man’s approach. He started to look frantically left and right, looking for an escape route from this human being who was too expensive to talk to him. He started to breathe heavily under his own stress, blowing his putrid, rotten breath towards the man. He started scratching his body, bringing back his bodily stench, a mix of sweat, garbage and fecal matter. He gave a big smile to the gentlleman, opening his mouth repeatedly, as if trying to talk. ”Erm, uh, hell.. hello th-there m-mistah. Uh oh, me stinky, me have to go. G-g-good... B-bye.” Hobo turns away, running at full speed towards the nearest sewer entrance, seeking refuge in the only place he could call home.
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