Post by Rocton on Jul 3, 2011 1:34:14 GMT -5
FS transfer
Main Username: Rocton
Name:Rocton Barrett
Nickname: Trickster, Tricky
Age: 17
Gender: Male.
Height: 5'8
Weight: 150
Type: Meister
Current Partner: None
Race: Human
Loyalty: Anything against Kishins Currently Shibusen (depending on further events might switch to Exorcists)
Picture:
Appearance: His skin is a fairly light brown and his figure is mostly average being just slightly taller and slender than most.
He has deep dark blue eyes. His silver colored hair reaches to the bottoms of his ears. He has various scars on his body but nothing big. He has a number tattooed into his right palm, 1518. He typically lets his facial hair grow into varying extremes until he shaves it off all at once.
He wears a black striped vest tuxedo for class or casual occasions and only ever dresses differently for battle or extremely formal occasions. He wears black slacks with this and black formal shoes. He usually wears a hat of any kind he can find sometimes even clashing with his tuxedo such as a ushanka.
While undertaking missions, he dons one of two outfits according to the fight.
For anything of light fighting and recon, he wears a black cloak over his typical tuxedo outfit. The cloak is embroidered with grey on the edges and has many cuts and tears. On the right side holds the only color, a flag created by Rocton to remind him of his home.
For heavy battle, he wears a custom made suit of armor made from his own smithing abilities. The suit is cumbersome at the time and he is unable to effectively use it at the moment but he hopes with time in the academy he can learn to wear it properly (I'll make this armor an item later to keep it fair)
Personality:
Having fought even as a child, Rocton is a bit of a cynic. He enjoys his peace and quiet and finds many things annoying.
He has a hard time trusting people but is loyal to anyone who does gain his trust. He tries to be social and help those he views as needing it.
He is often cynical and always the first to make a joke at another's expense but never in serious manner. More often than not, he knows when the jokes have gone too far and will turn into the most serious man in the room.
Once he is given a job, he focuses on nothing but accomplishing that job, disregarding everything and everyone else as unimportant for the time being. Any other time, he is typically taking a nap or trying to relax, much to the chagrin of those around him who would prefer he stay awake.
Rocton has always been one to charge into a fight and refuse to back down. He can't stand people who talk endlessly with no action and would much rather jump into a fight as soon as possible. He views any time awake not being spent doing something constructive as ;a waste of precious naptime but considers any time spent making cruel jokes as well spent.
The thought of betrayal disgusts him and he will seek to fix any such occurrences with blind dedication. Despite this hatred for betrayal, Rocton has had to lie greatly for a large amount of his life in order to stay alive. As such, he has a talented silver tongue and is not above using it for a joke or two. He considers this not betrayal but harmless fun at times, and a defense mechanism during emergencies.
Having grown up on the battlefield, he also has a certain disregard for unimportant lives. Accepatable losses can be made when absolutely neccesary under his opinion. However he is not heartless, if a sacrifice is to be made, he tries to ensure that is meaningful and honorable, if not useful.
Inevitably, his past actions and involment in the deaths and assasinations of others has led his own mind to grow chaotic. He has been close to madness during his time lost in the desert and he fears a relapse.He knows himself to be in danger should anything go extremely wrong of delving into this madness.
Nowadays, he keeps this under good control by sleeping it off and playing melodies on the guitar to keep his mind in check and immersed in either deep sleep or deep calm.
Any meaningless and small task is valued by Rocton and he'll do it in earnest. He usually carries a coin around with him and will flip it over and under his fingers for hours whenever he grows bored and even in his sleep.
He has random OCD moments where he absolutely must organize everything in sight and clean it up. These moments are typically brought about extreme messiness and last for hours or until he accomplishes it. It's not rare that he'll collapse from exhaustion afterwards.
Also unique amongst meisters is his stance towards witches. Rocton stands neutral, seeing violence on both ends and passing judgement only when someone steps out of line, be it kishin or witch. He is willing to hear a witch out for her word in times of need and wouldn't be above making a deal with them if neccesary.
Overall, he's a dedicated person who is simply trying to help but has been much too afflicted by past betrayals to trust and respect others. His attitude makes it look like he is solely interested in himself but in reality he pays attention to the actions of others deeply as a silent audience and draws his own conclusions by which to act later. He tries not to get involved in other's personal affairs and will fight fiercely not to sway anyone in any direction when asked to make a choice not of his own. He sees making choices outside of battle for others as inevitably corrupt and as such only offers advice and cryptic wisdom when asked for help on personal matters.
Fighting Stlyle: Having fought in a child army, Rocton's fighting style is mainly adapting to the environment and enemy and using anything he has available to him to fight. On a one on one battle, he relies less on strength and more on speed and manipulation. He'll dodge enemy attacks and wait for an opening. When able, he prefers to fight in numbers so that there are more distractions on the battlefield to open up chances for counterattack. He has been known to do crazy things however, and charging blindly into the enemy is not a tactic he is above using, knowing that it provides a psychological advantage.
EQUIPMENT NAME: Sally
TYPE:Weapon
STRENGTH: Average
DESCRIPTION: A classic .45 pistol. Semiautomatic. Holds 7 rounds in the magazine plus 1 in the chamber. Works well in short range encounters but it has a lot of kick to it (though nothing compared to the kick of a desert eagle) making it unsuitable for anything long range. Can be used with extended magazines and a silencer (13 rounds in the magazine plus 1 in the chamber) for missions where sustained fire or zero contact or both are neccesary.
ABILITY NAME: Skilled Soul Perception (support)
TYPE: Passive / Active
STRENGTH: Skilled
KEYWORDS: sense souls, wavelength
DESCRIPTION:
With a further increased radius and heightened sensitivity, Soul Perception at this level is an invaluable tool for Meisters and other characters looking to track down or keep tabs on certain kinds of individuals. At this level Soul Perception requires virtually no effort and will, in fact, often trigger the moment that a strong soul or a threatening wavelength enters the perceptive area. It can also be focused on a single soul through an effort of will; at close proximity, focused Soul Perception can yield a fair deal of information about the personality of an unguarded soul. Soul Perception at this level cannot yet penetrate the Soul Protect spell or similar "soul camouflage" Abilities.
Purchased
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ABILITY NAME: Superior Physical Conditioning (Support)
TYPE: Passive
STRENGTH: Skilled
KEYWORDS: improved strength, improved speed
DESCRIPTION:
This character has undergone special training and conditioning to improve themselves physically, significantly surpassing what are generally considered the limits of the human body in terms of strength, speed, agility, reflexes, and reaction time. On the scale of super-human attributes this character's abilities rank at 4 or 5 out of 10. Examples from Soul Eater include Death the Kid, BlackStar, Mifune, Tsubaki, Prof. Stein, and Medusa Gorgon
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EQUIPMENT NAME: Specialty ammo
TYPE:Weapon ammo
STRENGTH:Average
DESCRIPTION: These clips allow Rocton's pistol to adjust to various scenarios. While he can't use all types at once, he usually only carries a few special magazines, they are loaded onto 11 round magazines instead of the standard 7 round magazine. The types are: Rubber, Incendiary phosphorus,soft points and hollow points.
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Resonances: No partner
Special Notes: For all his suicidal actions, it's a surprise that Rocton has survived as long as he has, as such he's typically considered a lucky person by others whereas he sees it just as fate.
Likes: Weapons, Stabbing things, gambling, Naps, trustworthiness, honor, vengeance, hot chocolate, peace and tranquility
Dislikes: Noise, wasted time, betrayal, monotone voices, paperwork, coffee, chaos, cold
Strengths: Adapts well to new environments minus cold ones
Deep focus in any action taken seriously
Quick thinker in battle
Good reflexes
Weaknesses: Blind loyalty to values
Disregard for his own well being
Constant sleepiness outside of battle
Low tolerance to cold of any kind
Suffers from occasional blindness whenever he sees anything extremely bright due to time in desert
Hobbies: He enjoys finding new ways to take a nap and when extremely bored but not tired will design new weapons and create them if possible at the time. He carries around a small guitar and plays a melody whenever he feels peaceful.
History: As a child, Rocton grew with a loving family of traveling parents. They would travel worldwide and spend months at a time in one part of the world seeing the sights. Around 5 years old, he already knew a languages but he liked speaking Russian with his father the most. He had an aptitude for machinery and oftensmashed took apart his families electronics and put them back together. He was 8 years old when he was taking a trip into Africa with his family. Upon entering a more unstable section of the country, his entire family was slaughtered and all their valuables stolen. Rocton survived however and was taken by the assailants and pressed into a child army. Whilst under this army he was forced to fight other children for the amusement of the officers. It was in these fights that he met his two friends, Alex and Dylan, also abducted children. It was soon discovered that not only could Rocton speak Russian, the same language as the army's suppliers, but he could also repair some of the jammed guns laying around as well as some of the mining equipment used to get materials for funds. He was quickly placed in the new position as interpreter and repairman at age 10.The trio worked hard for the army, hoping to gain enough influence to get revenge. 3 years after his capture, Dylan and Alex went from lowly servants to trusted officers, having committed various heinous acts unwillingly. Rocton himself had often aided them in combat, garnering his own skill with a pistol he had captured from an old man touring the lands. On the 6th year, they began to slowly kill of the other officers, either by poisonous animals, sabotaged foods and weaponry, or leaking information. Once they were the last ones left, they confronted the leader, who was unaware of their treachery until Dylan and Alex stabbed him in the back whilst Rocton distracted him..
Once the leader was overthrown and killed, Rocton entrusted his two friends to dictate the remainder of the army and the respective territory they controlled in a just and honest way. The past years took their toll on Rocton and he sat out of the affairs in the conflicts for years as he spent his time communicating with the poor and children under the rule of the army. He would help them grow food and aid their work by creating a forge where he would build them better tools. He especially got close to one girl. He would spend hours talking to her and enjoying himself, feeling youthful and normal after years of fighting.
His friends soon came to betray him though, as they fiercely fought for more power, fearing Rocton would jump back into the scene and overtake them both due to his popularity in the village as the only person willing to help their plight. They tried to have him assassinated and killed by the one girl he cared about, whom had accepted the offer of a better life in exchange. Rocton managed to survive however by killing off his assassin with his Model 1911 pistol before she could drive a dagger into his back (he saw her pull out the knife and almost stab him by seeing the reflection on a mirror in the room) and now 14 decided to leave the village to bring back order as soon as he could.
One month later, he would return to the village armed only with his M1911 pistol to defeat his two former comrades. The guards around the town saw him enter the village determined and choose to let him go through, believing him to be the more virtuous of the three kids to take control. He confronted them about their actions and as they tried to pull out their rifles, Rocton shot them both in the head. As he looked over their dead bodies, he claimed their two swords, the spoils of the wars they had fought in, and exiled himself from the land he had called his “home“ for so many years. He found his way throughout the world seeking to protect the weak and find his own path to redemption for his past murders . The thought of all the death nearly drove him to madness for weeks whilst stranded in the Gobi Desert. Unable to deal with the intense heat and torturing thoughts alongside hallucinations of MEERKATS for some odd reason, he collapsed from exhaustion. He was awakened a week later under the care of an old woman. The woman had lost her entire family to the madness of the revived kishin and revealed herself to be a powerful Meister, though she never pursued her skills. She spoke to Rocton of his powerful soul and how much potential he had. Rocton, at her request, traveled to the Shibusen to hone his skills and fight against the insanities that plagued the world to pay back his debt to the old woman.
Once he arrived back at Shibusen, he was faced with having to catch up with years of learning that he was devoid of during his time fighting. He's a quick learner so it's not to hard, but often times he shows such a lack of interest in most subjects that he just goes to sleep. He sometimes gets money from his home, now a successful legitimate mining operation, to help him pay for his modest home and some of his projects.
RP Sample:
Ugh, more yammering; Rocton said as he sat down at the desk paying little attention to the teacher trying to talk about kishin souls.
The days had grown longer ever since Rocton began going to classes at the Academy. He couldn't take sitting down for so long listening to lectures and waiting for something to happen. He had even considered just quitting and hunting kishins and witches on his own, but he knew that was impossible. Some of the people there could easily out perform him and if they had trouble with witches, Rocton could imagine what would happen to him.
Regardless, Rocton grew impatient with himself as he started to doze off on the blank piece of paper he had taken out to feign work, he wanted to jump up and fight already especially since the teacher yelled at him to wake up before he could even close his eyes.
"Dammit" he thought as he pondered if he could bring sunglasses to class next time, maybe even a pillow.
The teacher soon got so involved in the lecture though, that Rocton found a window for a quick nap. His heavy eyelids dropped down, sinking as quickly as icebergs sank ships, and the sleep began to overtake him. He began to sleep, to dream, to torture himself as the images of the dead Alex and Dylan spread out before him, bleeding with a large hole in their foreheads. Rocton just stood there paralyzed in shock with regret and he heard a voice, a sweet feminine voice as a ghastly image appeared before him screeching into the air “WHY!?!" A bell rang, Rocton stirred and woke, looking up at the clock and noticing everyone leaving. He lay his head back down into his folded arms. The teacher looked up at him, noticing his lack of movement. “Rocton wake up class is over.” he said.
“Right…class” responded Rocton as he finally stood up slowly and walked out.
These days were torture and with every step Rocton's cries for battle rose, part of him hoped the witches would attack death city again, give him something to punch in the face....continously.
Main Username: Rocton
Name:Rocton Barrett
Nickname: Trickster, Tricky
Age: 17
Gender: Male.
Height: 5'8
Weight: 150
Type: Meister
Current Partner: None
Race: Human
Loyalty: Anything against Kishins Currently Shibusen (depending on further events might switch to Exorcists)
Picture:
Appearance: His skin is a fairly light brown and his figure is mostly average being just slightly taller and slender than most.
He has deep dark blue eyes. His silver colored hair reaches to the bottoms of his ears. He has various scars on his body but nothing big. He has a number tattooed into his right palm, 1518. He typically lets his facial hair grow into varying extremes until he shaves it off all at once.
He wears a black striped vest tuxedo for class or casual occasions and only ever dresses differently for battle or extremely formal occasions. He wears black slacks with this and black formal shoes. He usually wears a hat of any kind he can find sometimes even clashing with his tuxedo such as a ushanka.
While undertaking missions, he dons one of two outfits according to the fight.
For anything of light fighting and recon, he wears a black cloak over his typical tuxedo outfit. The cloak is embroidered with grey on the edges and has many cuts and tears. On the right side holds the only color, a flag created by Rocton to remind him of his home.
For heavy battle, he wears a custom made suit of armor made from his own smithing abilities. The suit is cumbersome at the time and he is unable to effectively use it at the moment but he hopes with time in the academy he can learn to wear it properly (I'll make this armor an item later to keep it fair)
Personality:
Having fought even as a child, Rocton is a bit of a cynic. He enjoys his peace and quiet and finds many things annoying.
He has a hard time trusting people but is loyal to anyone who does gain his trust. He tries to be social and help those he views as needing it.
He is often cynical and always the first to make a joke at another's expense but never in serious manner. More often than not, he knows when the jokes have gone too far and will turn into the most serious man in the room.
Once he is given a job, he focuses on nothing but accomplishing that job, disregarding everything and everyone else as unimportant for the time being. Any other time, he is typically taking a nap or trying to relax, much to the chagrin of those around him who would prefer he stay awake.
Rocton has always been one to charge into a fight and refuse to back down. He can't stand people who talk endlessly with no action and would much rather jump into a fight as soon as possible. He views any time awake not being spent doing something constructive as ;a waste of precious naptime but considers any time spent making cruel jokes as well spent.
The thought of betrayal disgusts him and he will seek to fix any such occurrences with blind dedication. Despite this hatred for betrayal, Rocton has had to lie greatly for a large amount of his life in order to stay alive. As such, he has a talented silver tongue and is not above using it for a joke or two. He considers this not betrayal but harmless fun at times, and a defense mechanism during emergencies.
Having grown up on the battlefield, he also has a certain disregard for unimportant lives. Accepatable losses can be made when absolutely neccesary under his opinion. However he is not heartless, if a sacrifice is to be made, he tries to ensure that is meaningful and honorable, if not useful.
Inevitably, his past actions and involment in the deaths and assasinations of others has led his own mind to grow chaotic. He has been close to madness during his time lost in the desert and he fears a relapse.He knows himself to be in danger should anything go extremely wrong of delving into this madness.
Nowadays, he keeps this under good control by sleeping it off and playing melodies on the guitar to keep his mind in check and immersed in either deep sleep or deep calm.
Any meaningless and small task is valued by Rocton and he'll do it in earnest. He usually carries a coin around with him and will flip it over and under his fingers for hours whenever he grows bored and even in his sleep.
He has random OCD moments where he absolutely must organize everything in sight and clean it up. These moments are typically brought about extreme messiness and last for hours or until he accomplishes it. It's not rare that he'll collapse from exhaustion afterwards.
Also unique amongst meisters is his stance towards witches. Rocton stands neutral, seeing violence on both ends and passing judgement only when someone steps out of line, be it kishin or witch. He is willing to hear a witch out for her word in times of need and wouldn't be above making a deal with them if neccesary.
Overall, he's a dedicated person who is simply trying to help but has been much too afflicted by past betrayals to trust and respect others. His attitude makes it look like he is solely interested in himself but in reality he pays attention to the actions of others deeply as a silent audience and draws his own conclusions by which to act later. He tries not to get involved in other's personal affairs and will fight fiercely not to sway anyone in any direction when asked to make a choice not of his own. He sees making choices outside of battle for others as inevitably corrupt and as such only offers advice and cryptic wisdom when asked for help on personal matters.
Fighting Stlyle: Having fought in a child army, Rocton's fighting style is mainly adapting to the environment and enemy and using anything he has available to him to fight. On a one on one battle, he relies less on strength and more on speed and manipulation. He'll dodge enemy attacks and wait for an opening. When able, he prefers to fight in numbers so that there are more distractions on the battlefield to open up chances for counterattack. He has been known to do crazy things however, and charging blindly into the enemy is not a tactic he is above using, knowing that it provides a psychological advantage.
EQUIPMENT NAME: Sally
TYPE:Weapon
STRENGTH: Average
DESCRIPTION: A classic .45 pistol. Semiautomatic. Holds 7 rounds in the magazine plus 1 in the chamber. Works well in short range encounters but it has a lot of kick to it (though nothing compared to the kick of a desert eagle) making it unsuitable for anything long range. Can be used with extended magazines and a silencer (13 rounds in the magazine plus 1 in the chamber) for missions where sustained fire or zero contact or both are neccesary.
ABILITY NAME: Skilled Soul Perception (support)
TYPE: Passive / Active
STRENGTH: Skilled
KEYWORDS: sense souls, wavelength
DESCRIPTION:
With a further increased radius and heightened sensitivity, Soul Perception at this level is an invaluable tool for Meisters and other characters looking to track down or keep tabs on certain kinds of individuals. At this level Soul Perception requires virtually no effort and will, in fact, often trigger the moment that a strong soul or a threatening wavelength enters the perceptive area. It can also be focused on a single soul through an effort of will; at close proximity, focused Soul Perception can yield a fair deal of information about the personality of an unguarded soul. Soul Perception at this level cannot yet penetrate the Soul Protect spell or similar "soul camouflage" Abilities.
Purchased
_________________________________________________________________________
ABILITY NAME: Superior Physical Conditioning (Support)
TYPE: Passive
STRENGTH: Skilled
KEYWORDS: improved strength, improved speed
DESCRIPTION:
This character has undergone special training and conditioning to improve themselves physically, significantly surpassing what are generally considered the limits of the human body in terms of strength, speed, agility, reflexes, and reaction time. On the scale of super-human attributes this character's abilities rank at 4 or 5 out of 10. Examples from Soul Eater include Death the Kid, BlackStar, Mifune, Tsubaki, Prof. Stein, and Medusa Gorgon
___________________________________________________________
EQUIPMENT NAME: Specialty ammo
TYPE:Weapon ammo
STRENGTH:Average
DESCRIPTION: These clips allow Rocton's pistol to adjust to various scenarios. While he can't use all types at once, he usually only carries a few special magazines, they are loaded onto 11 round magazines instead of the standard 7 round magazine. The types are: Rubber, Incendiary phosphorus,soft points and hollow points.
____________________________________________________________
Resonances: No partner
Special Notes: For all his suicidal actions, it's a surprise that Rocton has survived as long as he has, as such he's typically considered a lucky person by others whereas he sees it just as fate.
Likes: Weapons, Stabbing things, gambling, Naps, trustworthiness, honor, vengeance, hot chocolate, peace and tranquility
Dislikes: Noise, wasted time, betrayal, monotone voices, paperwork, coffee, chaos, cold
Strengths: Adapts well to new environments minus cold ones
Deep focus in any action taken seriously
Quick thinker in battle
Good reflexes
Weaknesses: Blind loyalty to values
Disregard for his own well being
Constant sleepiness outside of battle
Low tolerance to cold of any kind
Suffers from occasional blindness whenever he sees anything extremely bright due to time in desert
Hobbies: He enjoys finding new ways to take a nap and when extremely bored but not tired will design new weapons and create them if possible at the time. He carries around a small guitar and plays a melody whenever he feels peaceful.
History: As a child, Rocton grew with a loving family of traveling parents. They would travel worldwide and spend months at a time in one part of the world seeing the sights. Around 5 years old, he already knew a languages but he liked speaking Russian with his father the most. He had an aptitude for machinery and often
Once the leader was overthrown and killed, Rocton entrusted his two friends to dictate the remainder of the army and the respective territory they controlled in a just and honest way. The past years took their toll on Rocton and he sat out of the affairs in the conflicts for years as he spent his time communicating with the poor and children under the rule of the army. He would help them grow food and aid their work by creating a forge where he would build them better tools. He especially got close to one girl. He would spend hours talking to her and enjoying himself, feeling youthful and normal after years of fighting.
His friends soon came to betray him though, as they fiercely fought for more power, fearing Rocton would jump back into the scene and overtake them both due to his popularity in the village as the only person willing to help their plight. They tried to have him assassinated and killed by the one girl he cared about, whom had accepted the offer of a better life in exchange. Rocton managed to survive however by killing off his assassin with his Model 1911 pistol before she could drive a dagger into his back (he saw her pull out the knife and almost stab him by seeing the reflection on a mirror in the room) and now 14 decided to leave the village to bring back order as soon as he could.
One month later, he would return to the village armed only with his M1911 pistol to defeat his two former comrades. The guards around the town saw him enter the village determined and choose to let him go through, believing him to be the more virtuous of the three kids to take control. He confronted them about their actions and as they tried to pull out their rifles, Rocton shot them both in the head. As he looked over their dead bodies, he claimed their two swords, the spoils of the wars they had fought in, and exiled himself from the land he had called his “home“ for so many years. He found his way throughout the world seeking to protect the weak and find his own path to redemption for his past murders . The thought of all the death nearly drove him to madness for weeks whilst stranded in the Gobi Desert. Unable to deal with the intense heat and torturing thoughts alongside hallucinations of MEERKATS for some odd reason, he collapsed from exhaustion. He was awakened a week later under the care of an old woman. The woman had lost her entire family to the madness of the revived kishin and revealed herself to be a powerful Meister, though she never pursued her skills. She spoke to Rocton of his powerful soul and how much potential he had. Rocton, at her request, traveled to the Shibusen to hone his skills and fight against the insanities that plagued the world to pay back his debt to the old woman.
Once he arrived back at Shibusen, he was faced with having to catch up with years of learning that he was devoid of during his time fighting. He's a quick learner so it's not to hard, but often times he shows such a lack of interest in most subjects that he just goes to sleep. He sometimes gets money from his home, now a successful legitimate mining operation, to help him pay for his modest home and some of his projects.
RP Sample:
Ugh, more yammering; Rocton said as he sat down at the desk paying little attention to the teacher trying to talk about kishin souls.
The days had grown longer ever since Rocton began going to classes at the Academy. He couldn't take sitting down for so long listening to lectures and waiting for something to happen. He had even considered just quitting and hunting kishins and witches on his own, but he knew that was impossible. Some of the people there could easily out perform him and if they had trouble with witches, Rocton could imagine what would happen to him.
Regardless, Rocton grew impatient with himself as he started to doze off on the blank piece of paper he had taken out to feign work, he wanted to jump up and fight already especially since the teacher yelled at him to wake up before he could even close his eyes.
"Dammit" he thought as he pondered if he could bring sunglasses to class next time, maybe even a pillow.
The teacher soon got so involved in the lecture though, that Rocton found a window for a quick nap. His heavy eyelids dropped down, sinking as quickly as icebergs sank ships, and the sleep began to overtake him. He began to sleep, to dream, to torture himself as the images of the dead Alex and Dylan spread out before him, bleeding with a large hole in their foreheads. Rocton just stood there paralyzed in shock with regret and he heard a voice, a sweet feminine voice as a ghastly image appeared before him screeching into the air “WHY!?!" A bell rang, Rocton stirred and woke, looking up at the clock and noticing everyone leaving. He lay his head back down into his folded arms. The teacher looked up at him, noticing his lack of movement. “Rocton wake up class is over.” he said.
“Right…class” responded Rocton as he finally stood up slowly and walked out.
These days were torture and with every step Rocton's cries for battle rose, part of him hoped the witches would attack death city again, give him something to punch in the face....continously.
