Do you mean "anti"?
Oh boo, it was joke. Smile a little more and maybe cancer won't find you!
I was lazy with this, but here it is. Not the best that will be seen, but it should hold to the requirements. Name: Latimer Delfalyouri Age: 19 years old Gender: Male Appearance: Latimer has been graced with long and delicate visage accentuated with rather dominant cheek bones. Though at times this may make him appear quite feminine, a simple stroke of his quite stylish goatee is an easy deterrence of such thoughts. Hardly one to ever engage in the intricate action of physical activity, Latimer appears to fail in the muscular physique department. His eyes are a modest chocolate brown and seem to always appear dazed or distracted than anything else. Latimer’s hair is as black as charcoal and is always matted in an effortless and carefree way that tends to appear the exact opposite. This is more or less due to the excessively large chef’s hat he likes to parade around when working or trying to make a point. When he’s not in an apron, Latimer prefers the relaxing drape of his favourite pair of baggy brown trousers which nicely foil his coveted dark green, form fitting shirt. Magic ability: None Job Class: Merchant chef/cook. Nothing but a grill, some utensils, and spices. Noble/Citizen: Citizen Alignment: Umami (Good Taste) and Good Background/History: When Latimer was very young, as often as there was a moment to spare in the vast and busy kitchen, he would sit a top his grandfather’s lap and watch as the minor peeling and preparing were completed for the evening’s supper. With great patience Latimer’s grandfather would ease through the vegetables all the while regaling his grandson with the stories of when he was much too spry for simple kitchen prep. For over one hundred meals Latimer had heard the same story and never once grew tired of it. It was the vast history of how every first born child of the Delfalyouri family before him, including his dearest grandfather and father, not only assumed head chef of the great family restaurant ‘The Prominade’ but served and fed the noble Ferawyn family as Lord Cook. Under the guidance of both father and grandfather, Latimer learned to appreciate the harmony in life and cuisine through the cooking philosophy of umami, or good taste. Taught that every flavour and aroma has its place in a dish, he has learned to turn some of the simplest of ingredients into a fanciful symphony of taste on the palette. Of course it is certainly naïve to think that things will change exactly as one would hope they would. Latimer knew this of course, but in the wake of his grandfather’s death too many things changed for the worse. Now working full time as the second chef under his father, Latimer and his family found themselves catering to the stomachs of the Solanea, the ruling family of Verlest. Originally, the move really hadn’t bothered Latimer; he was second chef after all and it gave him plenty of opportunity to work with his father, whom he had idolized as much as his grandfather for his patience and skill. However, with the new rule of Ariya Solanea came a taste for food that was insipid and completely opposite of what the Delfalyouri family had spent generations to accomplish. As if life was not sour enough for this young and aspiring cook, an awry meeting between Latimer’s father and Lady Ariya one afternoon resulted in his mysterious illness that same night. Apparently the lunch of that day was considered to be “too exoticâ€-- most of which was due to an attempt to change a stubborn mind on Latimer’s part—and was thus unforgivable. Latimer himself knew that his father’s “mysterious†had been due to poisoning, but as a chef there was hardly anything he could do to expose the act. Despite his best efforts he was unable to stave off the inevitable death of his father. With the loss of his grandfather before hand, and having never known his mother due to complications of birth, Latimer finds himself the last of the Delfalyouri lineage with a profound disgust for the ruling family of Verlest. He has since abandoned ‘The Prominade’, and moves throughout the district as a cooking vendor sharing his philosophy and cooking styles with the more appreciative townspeople. Though he is in no position to exact his revenge, Latimer has gained a great deal of esteem and popularity with his food cart business and believes that his viral flavours and masterful cooking are a revenge in themselves in such a dull time. Personality: While he remains a fairly decent and polite young man, Latimer can’t help but be a little crude and sarcastic at times. His jokes are usually fairly witty and more often then not come out as a reflex. He tends to be very metaphorical with food, often turning his philosophies on the subject into advice for all seasons. Demo: The district of Verlest is the sparkling jewel among the tri-district city of Valdeuania. The tall and extravagant white stone buildings and their many noble occupants make this part of the city some what of a topical paradise for those with a much more refined taste. With such high status, crime rate is almost non-existent; streets are considered to be 99.99% crime free and people can easily wander to bask in their safety. Such was the the case with Eldro VonVivavest. He was the the cousin of a rather notable banker, who was in turn the son of a very distinguished police constable-- suffice to say, if there was any need to make things disappear, say perhaps like an asphyxiated house maid, things would be taken care of and kept fairly quiet. A rather portly and insatiable man (feel free to let your mind wander regarding the matter of the house maid), Eldro was one to never believe in karma, or for less of a religious take on the concept, the proverb of "what goes around comes around". Unfortunately his ignorance of such a notion would become his downfall during what he considered a peaceful and content stroll, as waiting in the next alley happened to be the 0.01% crime-rate that Verlest rarely experiences. From the semi-darkened alleyway that stood a mere few feet away from the unsuspecting Eldro VonVivavest, a very down and out merchant hid in hopes to mug an unsuspecting (and hopefully portly-- the body type really isn't designed for speed) person of wealth and possibly something valuable enough to sell. The market and merchant business was usually a cut-throat world, and it was easy to lose. So with exactly nothing further to lose, the poor merchant resulted to becoming nothing more than an inept thief. And he quickly nabbed Eldro as he walked by. If one is as stupid enough to strangle a house maid over something as trivial as not bending down to "pick up" a fallen coaster for their viewing pleasure it is safe to say that they are stupid enough to contest the threats of a vagrant thief, knife or no knife. And that is exactly what Eldro did...for the last time. To make matters much worse, Eldro's assailant wielded an axe and decided to strike him in mid-sentence of a speech regarding something along the lines of "stealing is not the answer". With that the poor merchant was no longer poor. Having looted Eldro's body, he had enough yhel to not only get his business back up and running, but also to give his sister a proper burial who had ironically been found in the east moat having died from asphyxiation. At this point it should be noted that the sturdy and rather thick stone that make up the buildings of the district of Verlest are able to dampen most sounds that bounce or echo around them. That is, at a certain distance (approximately 650 feet) it is nigh impossible to hear a sound, say like a blood-curdling scream within an alleyway. This was probably why Latimer Delfalyouri could here nothing more than the click of crystal as he counted a large sum of yhel that a rather portly man had paid him for a generous helping of delicious barbecue beef skewers. Looking almost confused he stared up at the sky. Should've charged him more.
...Now that everyone knows about it it's not fun anymore. Most of the good people here used to only use it, and now many more people use. I'm waiting on another esoteric system.
It's not a specific place per se. There are many types of amnesia and in some cases memory loss can be quite specific. It would seem that almost the entire cortex of our brain (i.e. to most evolved portion used for higher order thinking and action) functions to maintain, organize, and solidify a great deal, if not all, of our capable memory.
LEGEND! Yes You are Will Smith.
Really the only annoying things at the moment are the lack of detail on stickies and the yellow code people names. You can't even see them anymore.
Oh how I love innuendos.
That's like me every other day. You're not alone, or special in this sense.
They can't be laughing so hard that it's impossible to tell the story. Y'know the kind that take three times as long because they get one word out for every six laughs. Giggles are permitted.
Of course it's all a game. How else can I steal cars and murder prostitutes and get away with it? And where else besides pots and plants would I find my precious, precious rupees?
I've only slept with her in the future, so it can't be mine. Yep, I'm a time paradox pimp. Anyway, I was reading her interview with my girlfriend and we died with laughter when she said " I don't condone premarital sex, but I'm not one to judge.". Also apparently, church is the new hot spot for finding that special someone to give you a child out of wed-lock.
Tunak Tunak By Daler Mendhi.
I've spent the last few minutes trying to decipher stickies from threads.
I've waiting a while for a Snake Kirby. That's just awesome.
...Seriously though, it's the sex trade industry. What's this? They've taken up an even nobler cause than selling their bodies? Crusade against violent video games you say? Everything's coming up hookers...
Go Ninja Go Ninja Go!
Apparently it was reaching a point where all the hard work was about to go out the window because of M.U.G.E.N 2's coming release. Essentially their work would be rendered obsolete. it doesn't seem like anyone wishes to start over again or tweak the project some how.
Zanta > Sanda.
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