02-11-2018, 01:26 PM
Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX was having a good day. It had started the same as any other. He'd been woken up by the yelling of his mother telling him to get a job - a usual occurrence. She didn't understand. Every day he trained with the sword. Every day he practised, swinging the long curved Japanese blade at imaginary targets. When the demons came, he would be ready. And where would everyone else be? How would an accountant fare? He simply did not have the time to waste on such trivialities.
Now, while every day was a good day when one was mastering the sword, today was even better. An individual named 'Warren Zimmer' had posted some interesting things on the Dataverse Messageboards and drawn his attention to a prime called Hecate Rothchild. That wouldn't be special in and of itself. Bounties and warnings came up all the time. No, what made him so exhilarated was her personality. She was so adorable, so cute, so cool, and so sadistic. Her butchering of people around Warren, while not killing the man himself, was incredibly hot. He'd wasted no time informing everyone of his opinion and stating his claim to make Hecate-sama his waifu.
He had seasonal waifus just like anyone else who watched anime, but this was different. She was the one. He'd sent the nearby Weeb-Station store the attractive photo Warren had appended to the messages, ordering a rush commission of some artwork for a body pillow. His specification was the usual: blood, a sadistic grin, lewd or revealing clothing. Trusting the artist, he left the rest up to them and switched tabs back to the thread, cracked his knuckles, and set to typing.
Skip forward some hours, and he was outside the anime store with a smug grin on his face. He always got a certain amount of pleasure from watching people get infuriated about insults or his opinion over the internet, and Warren was making it way too easy. And then the guy blocked him from posting in his thread. But that was a trivial issue, he just had to quickly make another alt account and fire up one of his proxies. GG EZ. The threats were funny as well, anyone could guess he was in Coruscant - where else would have stores taking anime commissions? Darkshire? Pffft. The image of some burly monster hunter holding a body pillow ran through his head.
After throwing out another couple of taunts, and perhaps framing his opinions a bit closer to the joking side with the sole intent of infuriating Warren a little bit more, he strode into the store wearing his usual getup - a trenchcoat, fedora, and loose fitting clothes.
Now, while every day was a good day when one was mastering the sword, today was even better. An individual named 'Warren Zimmer' had posted some interesting things on the Dataverse Messageboards and drawn his attention to a prime called Hecate Rothchild. That wouldn't be special in and of itself. Bounties and warnings came up all the time. No, what made him so exhilarated was her personality. She was so adorable, so cute, so cool, and so sadistic. Her butchering of people around Warren, while not killing the man himself, was incredibly hot. He'd wasted no time informing everyone of his opinion and stating his claim to make Hecate-sama his waifu.
He had seasonal waifus just like anyone else who watched anime, but this was different. She was the one. He'd sent the nearby Weeb-Station store the attractive photo Warren had appended to the messages, ordering a rush commission of some artwork for a body pillow. His specification was the usual: blood, a sadistic grin, lewd or revealing clothing. Trusting the artist, he left the rest up to them and switched tabs back to the thread, cracked his knuckles, and set to typing.
Skip forward some hours, and he was outside the anime store with a smug grin on his face. He always got a certain amount of pleasure from watching people get infuriated about insults or his opinion over the internet, and Warren was making it way too easy. And then the guy blocked him from posting in his thread. But that was a trivial issue, he just had to quickly make another alt account and fire up one of his proxies. GG EZ. The threats were funny as well, anyone could guess he was in Coruscant - where else would have stores taking anime commissions? Darkshire? Pffft. The image of some burly monster hunter holding a body pillow ran through his head.
After throwing out another couple of taunts, and perhaps framing his opinions a bit closer to the joking side with the sole intent of infuriating Warren a little bit more, he strode into the store wearing his usual getup - a trenchcoat, fedora, and loose fitting clothes.
Quote:He's on Tier 3. A rough reference to his character can be found here (although I'd assume he won't be written to be as strong throughout this storyline): http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?...#pid124792
Except, he's technically a secondary at the moment. So disregard any mentions of primes or summoning in his backstory. That said, I'm actually leaving it a bit ambiguous so I can come back later and pretend he was a prime the whole time if this character kicks off.