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Name: Jude Bisque

Race: Reclaimed

Weapon: Knife

Personality: Quiet, studious, and attentive.  Jude is eager to learn and grow into his aspirations.  He plays the hurdy gurdy.

Bio:

Jude Bisque is a Reclaimed, a type of Counterfeit Reploid made from recycled and counterfeit parts.  Through the MegaMan ZX timeline, he learned under Elder Theta.

Due to tell of The Reset, Jude was given the knowledge of trades to help ‘restart’ humanity.  He was then entombed in a lead-lined casket with a hard drive of information.

Depending on the RP, Jude would likely be found in an archeological find and be eager to both teach and learn.

#Friend's art

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Not sure if this has been asked before, feel free to reference me to the ask if not, but are you cool with people going into your DMs to plot out roleplays with you?

I'm kinda tempted to pop in at some point, but i wouldn't wanna barge in without permission, you know?

We can rp through dm.

#ooc

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Are you AU friendly?

why yes I am.

#OOC

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I just felt i had to ask since your revamping stuff on your blog, but do you still rp sally face?

yup, I'm keeping Sally and their friends around.

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smeargle & togetic peanuts edition

#Pokemon

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If I was slightly better at archery and slightly less afraid of intestinal parasites, Charlie would have been a really excellent hunting dog.

He's a Mdium-sized Rez Dog which is to say he's mostly sighthound and pointer but he's a perfectly classically shaped hunting dog. He looks like he modeled the dogs on grecian pottery or hopped out of one of those 1700's paintings of stags at bay that would hang in the smoking rooms of the guys that funded the pillaging of the Americas but I digress. Sometimes I feel bad that I can't indulge him in what he was bred to do, because he loves scent-tracking and flushing geese and he damn near got me arrested in Grand Teton National park after he chewed through his leash and went haring off after a pronghorn antelope for half a mile at roughly mach fuck before the damn thing finally crossed a river and I was able to grab Charlie because he doesn't like getting his feetsies wet.

But today, we were on a walk in the local open space on a moderately muddy trail with fresh horse tracks in it. As in, we parked next to the horse trailer. The horse itself is actually perfecty visible about half a mile ahead of us.

But Charlie saw the tracks and went "I'm gonna scent-track this shit. I'm gonna hunt this motherfucking ungulate down by smell alone. I am truly the Nimrod of Dogs."

Full Instinct takeover happens. Head down, nose to the ground, pulling on his martingale hard enough that I could have hooked him up to a sled, stopping and dramatically pointing at road apples and bits of nibbled grass until I acknowledge that he has Identified An Article. He is having a GREAT time doing this, so I'm just there, looking at the horse that we are slowly catching up to and going. "Yeah! You got it! Good Job!"

But I'm also walking Herschel, who is a Corgi and he loves Activities, so he sees his big brother doing this and goes "OH BOY! AN ACTIVITY!!" and is trying his darndest to copy what Charlie's doing. Except he doesn't have a damn clue what is happening so he's slapping his livestock-bullying instincts on these horse tracks as hard as he can and just. Barking at horse shit to alert me to it's existence. Stalk-posing at the gras Charlie is pointing at, in case it jumps up and tries to run off. I think he thought perhaps they were herding an Invisible Cow and BY GOD it wasn't gonna run lose on his watch. Wherever it was.

Eventually, we get to about 100 feet behind the horse, which is an older Pinto out for a nice stroll and some fresh air and at this distance, Charlie decides that we're probably close enough for my dumb, relatively sensorily deprived human ass to see the horse, but just to make sure, he POINTS.

He's so fucking good at pointing. Perfectly still. Perfectly straight back and tail. Head up and ears forward. Front paw up and at the ready. Little diamond shape of back hackles up in excitement. Determined, unblinking lazer-eyed stare at the target. He looks like a very carnivorous hood ornament, the distilled essence of Hunting Dog, in a perfect scuptural pose. It's downright artistic. Inspiring even

Herschel is DELIGHTED, because he might not understand scent-tracking but he DID learn how to Point from Charlie and copies his pose exactly.

It has almost exactly the opposite emotional effect.

A Pointing Corgi is the most canine clownshoes nonsense possible. Herschel's pose is flawless of course, he learned from the Master, but the perfectly straight back looks funny as hell with a perfectly straight nub of a tail. His head is up and his gaze is locked but instead of predatory intent his face is EXTREMELY excited about this new Giant Friend and thier giant ankles he can barely wait to launch himself at and his face is about 80% Big Dumb Corgi Grin. Instead of Charlie's minute, even delicate hackles, Herschel has a full-body length doggy mowhawk, which is a good three inches long at the peaks over his shoulders and hips, ruining the sleek image and making him look like he just came out of the dryer and is still full of static electricity.

And, of course.

The Paw.

The Front Paw is up and at the ready- he and Charlie are both right-pawed apparently- and on his little stubby Corgi legs it looks like a toddler trying to use a smartphone. He thinks he's doing exactly what the Big Dogs do, but he only has these tiny feets.

Anyway, that's how they made a Jogger laugh so hard she ran into a garbage can.

#DOGGIES!

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I am going to be completely honest - I am more desperate than I have ever been. The money is to help my girlfriend and get her car fixed, but at this point I am also doing this for ME. My mental health is not great right now. I cannot take anymore catastrophic let downs and heartbreaks. I need her here. I am an absolute mess this far away, this helpless and watching both of us get sucker punched left and right. I need one good thing to happen. And I can't do that without help so I am on my knees.

At this point her brakes are now making a sound and vibrating. She still needs the money to get everything checked out. We're still waiting for someone to agree to take over her part of the lease and we're still hoping beyond hope that we can get everything together in the next few weeks. I need this. She needs this. WE need this.

I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't absolutely at the end of my rope desperate, believe me.

Just as I was starting to come back, thinking things were finally truly going well in my life… bad things happened and piled up on someone I love very much.

For those of you that know me, you know about my girlfriend Ebi. I absolutely love her and she means the whole world to me. She's literally the kindest, most giving and hardest working person I know. She’s an amazing person and has done so much for me including dropping everything and driving 5 hours to be with me when my health tanked and she stayed by my side through surgery. Not just saying all that because girlfriend, I sincerely mean it. And we all know life is shitty sometimes and life has been really dumping on her over and over and it's a lot. There's only so much I can do and it pains me not to be able to wave a magic wand and be able to help and fix everything for her. I would if I could, believe me.

She's had a lot of really high unexpected bills dump on her in fast succession recently as we work to get her moved to Ohio by May. She needs to pay taxes on the car, she had to get 4 new tires put on, she owes all of her monthly bills and now she found out that her car's previous owner didn't get a repair done while it was under warranty that now needs done... This repair involves her brakes and master cylinder and could cost anywhere from $700-$1000+ and this is.... Clearly devastating. It's $200 just to look at it and get an estimate and that's $200 that she doesn't have.

She spoke with Toyota Care and was told they can’t help her. They quoted her at $692 if she needs just the one part and $3000 if she needs the whole system done and the first place that found the issue seemed to think it was the whole thing so… this was devastating and hard. Without a car she can’t work. Without work she can’t get money or afford to live where she is now. Without a car she can’t move here like she was supposed to the beginning of May. Everything is so on edge and on hold.

So, if you can donate, any little amount is appreciated and helps. If you can't? Please consider sharing. Share even if you can donate. Every single penny will be appreciated and helpful at this point.

Please help me help her. I’m trying so hard and so incredibly worried and upset over this. I miss her so much and I just want everything to be okay again. This hurts.

Please contact me for more information on donating if you have any questions. I have a few other options for ways to donate if cashapp is not something you have and you’d like to donate.

If you have cashapp all donations can currently be made to - $EvelynBrooks93

#Help out please

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Oh yeah, a thing that couples do when they want to see if their relationship will blossom or just come home with only a doggy bag in hand, "Sure. Where do you want to go?" She asked.

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🎄 "H-H-Hey um Susie, if you're not busy. We can um... go somewhere and have a dat-dat-date?"

#Story-magic

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#Lol this is me

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"Oh, I'm just wondering if you need some good Ole kinky attention," Vile said to her playfully.

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"Why are you looking at me like that, Vile?" she asked him.

#Shattered-protectors

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"The last time you felt this way is when you were sucked into the Nether verse when when your "friend" tricked you into letting him out," Clank frowned and needed to get her medical help right away and the only one who can help her is her brother.

"Well, I do got other hobbies outside of those two," said Clank and offered to help her to a nearby couch to sit on.

#Secondary-story-characters

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Red and Axl moved in onto the base quietly. They pressed their backs against the walls and waited for Azure to take the guards out who are at their post by the door they need to get through before they get caught.

In a dark back ally that was smashed up, a light blue Reploid laid unconscious amongst the bins. Whether she fell over or was thrown there was hard to tell, but aside from a pretty mangled leg, she didn’t seem injured.

A long looming shadow appeared over her and the tall reploid picked her up and carried her back to the base. Another outcast to join the Red Alert where no one gets left behind or abused by the hands of the people they were with once.

#Littlebigbangofocs

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Tyrant 176- Experiment in Isolation

[https://bw.artemislena.eu/residentevil/wiki/Tyrant References from here]

Pine Ridge Research is an outpost of Umbrella and its aligned and proxy companies. The facility specializes in troubleshooting and length-of-life studies on marketable BOWs to improve future products.

Tyrant models, including the profitable T-103 and its derivatives, still had isolated cases of self-awareness and resulting defiance, which later extended to sudden mutation and health problems. Psychological stressors and isolation appeared to be a common cause.

15 Tyrants, both T-103 and the offshoot T-00 models, were accepted to Pine Ridge as security and general labor, as well as study. None of these Tyrants had prior contact with each other before coming to Pine Ridge.

The study on stressing a Tyrant to its breaking point began with scientists selecting a Tyrant to be singled out and isolated socially. Tyrant T-00-176 was chosen, and staff began manipulating the other 14 into excluding T-00-176 from tasks and training.

Tasks that required pairing up, T-00-176 was excluded. He was put to jobs that other Tyrants were led to understand as 'beneath' them. Outright bullying of T-00-176 started organically within weeks.

T-00-176 had marked increases in stress hormones as well as newly discovered gene activators that could spark a future mutation. It seemed as if this Tyrant could spiral within months.

T-00-176 wanted a friend, an actual friend. However no one cared about him.

Then, one day, a strange green, inky material bubbled from a drain. It burst to a chipper, Green Inkling.

"Who are you?" the Tyrant would ask

"Gherkin!"

"Why are you here?"

"Here? For Friends! You!"

#Traveling-gherkin

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Sorry for keeping you all in suspense about my big announcement for this blog due to work and pet sitting for my parents. I decided to announced that I'm not going anywhere but I am going to give this blog a massive make over and I will be combining my side blogs so I don't have to jump back and forth between blogs and a possibility that I might have to trim my muse listl

#OOC

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Jessica kissed him sweetly, "It's okay. Dad would rather have me not be a hunter anymore and I don't blame him since I'm all he has left of my mom," she looked outside to see the calming water lazily lapping up on the shore and a few sand cranes walking around looking for food.

"Axl been okay with it but he is still sour about how and why I lost my job," said Jessica, "We are trying not to talk about it much."

#Xxcolorfulmusesxx

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He yelled when a massive booming sound of music coming from a nearby house with four skunk sisters playing their song for the upcoming concert.

The Lombax is in awe to see others like her but yet they're different animal like people and everywhere they go, they have an animal like friend following them.

#xdeerxhealerx

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Sorry for not posting announcement about the fate of this blog. My brother is visiting us for a few days and I'm going to be busy with a double shift tomorrow.

#OOC