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Name: Raoul Johnson.
Nickname: Flash (pronounced Flaaaasssshhhh).
Species: Horansi (Treka subspecies).
Age: 35
Sex: Yes please.
Faction: Bogan.
Rank: To be decided. (Crusader)
Force Sensitive: Yes.
Distinguishing Marks: Leopard-print fur.
Notable (Relevant) Equipment:
-Several white tuxedos with black bow ties and crimson sashes.
- One hooded robe, the colour of congealed blood.
- A single dual-phase lightsaber with a lurid pink coloured blade. The hilt is finished with electrum, and twists into a cane which Raoul carries on his person almost constantly.
Notable Force Powers:
- Doppelganger.
- Force Slow.
- Morichro.
- Force Deflection.
Alright cherries that’s enough of the fact-talk. I’m Flaaassh Johnson and this here’s the real deal, the full complete deluxe package. It’s just for you, sugar, and only because of that delightful junk all up in your trunk… Sit tight and keep your hands, feet and ears within the cart at all times, because this here’s one jazztastic tale that those of a nervous disposition would do better to avoid hearing.
Flashs’ a Bogan, and I don’t care who knows it. It’s not like being part of the fastest growing evil empire this side of the Deep-Core means Flash has to lose all sense of his individuality, is it? Here’s the answer to that plainly loaded question, fool: Of course not. Too many of us slouch about, lost in voluminous robes that have no place out and about on the galactic catwalk. There are sulkers and brooders all up in this humpy bumpy, but people like Flash seem few and far between.
But that’s fine by me. More room to manoeuvre in the female department… Mraow.
Flash doesn’t have a history before the Bogan. I was brought up by my reputedly foxy mamma with all the right rules intact. Love your family first; your bros second and no other sucker third. Be a gentleman at all times, and party like the world’s coming down about your ears. My mamma was a legend, and that’s the truth honey.
The way I see it is that 99.9% of peeps that call themselves Bogan are there because of some angst issue, or maybe because they’s got far too much anger for one sweet little head to hold… Cliches, the lot of them.
Not Flash. Flash is smoooth… Flash is suave and Flash always gets the girl he’s got in his cat-vision. I came upon the Bogan when they set themselves up with an empire of their own, sitting pretty as divine beings, Lords of all they survey. That sounded like my kiond of deal, so I sautered on down to Conscio town. The only problem with what was transpiring in my mind’s eye (a party every night, endless rivers of women and divine status) was that they weren’t happening in the physical: Apparently you’re not allowed to become a Bogan if you’re still happy.
I showed them.
Oh, flash didn’t kill them if that’s what you’re thinking I implied. I moonwalked right into that enclave, and they were too dumbstruck by the disco-vibes to stop me. I didn’t desist once I’d gotten inside though, I kept up my backwards slide until I hit a dead end.
The dead end I hit happened to be a training hall that was occupied by a particularly grim looking master and his pupil. Flash got flashed, to put it sweetly.
When I woke I was in a cell, and the master was facing me. He wasn’t smiling, which Flash cinsidered to be rude. I told him so, being the outspoken player I happen to be, and got a face full of force for my trouble. The cycle continued, each of us too stubborn to quit until eventually my charming exterior failed me. I lashed out and he laughed simultaneously – so we drew really. I told him I wanted in and he told me that I was. I’d succeeded in my one-man mission.
Was I fuelled by Vanity? Most definitely. Flash is nothing without his killer visage, and a killer rep was what I wanted to go with it.
Flash got it, and now he’s 100% completely irresistable.
-Ladies-
Pic coming when I find one awesome enough.
Nickname: Flash (pronounced Flaaaasssshhhh).
Species: Horansi (Treka subspecies).
Age: 35
Sex: Yes please.
Faction: Bogan.
Rank: To be decided. (Crusader)
Force Sensitive: Yes.
Distinguishing Marks: Leopard-print fur.
Notable (Relevant) Equipment:
-Several white tuxedos with black bow ties and crimson sashes.
- One hooded robe, the colour of congealed blood.
- A single dual-phase lightsaber with a lurid pink coloured blade. The hilt is finished with electrum, and twists into a cane which Raoul carries on his person almost constantly.
Notable Force Powers:
- Doppelganger.
- Force Slow.
- Morichro.
- Force Deflection.
Alright cherries that’s enough of the fact-talk. I’m Flaaassh Johnson and this here’s the real deal, the full complete deluxe package. It’s just for you, sugar, and only because of that delightful junk all up in your trunk… Sit tight and keep your hands, feet and ears within the cart at all times, because this here’s one jazztastic tale that those of a nervous disposition would do better to avoid hearing.
Flashs’ a Bogan, and I don’t care who knows it. It’s not like being part of the fastest growing evil empire this side of the Deep-Core means Flash has to lose all sense of his individuality, is it? Here’s the answer to that plainly loaded question, fool: Of course not. Too many of us slouch about, lost in voluminous robes that have no place out and about on the galactic catwalk. There are sulkers and brooders all up in this humpy bumpy, but people like Flash seem few and far between.
But that’s fine by me. More room to manoeuvre in the female department… Mraow.
Flash doesn’t have a history before the Bogan. I was brought up by my reputedly foxy mamma with all the right rules intact. Love your family first; your bros second and no other sucker third. Be a gentleman at all times, and party like the world’s coming down about your ears. My mamma was a legend, and that’s the truth honey.
The way I see it is that 99.9% of peeps that call themselves Bogan are there because of some angst issue, or maybe because they’s got far too much anger for one sweet little head to hold… Cliches, the lot of them.
Not Flash. Flash is smoooth… Flash is suave and Flash always gets the girl he’s got in his cat-vision. I came upon the Bogan when they set themselves up with an empire of their own, sitting pretty as divine beings, Lords of all they survey. That sounded like my kiond of deal, so I sautered on down to Conscio town. The only problem with what was transpiring in my mind’s eye (a party every night, endless rivers of women and divine status) was that they weren’t happening in the physical: Apparently you’re not allowed to become a Bogan if you’re still happy.
I showed them.
Oh, flash didn’t kill them if that’s what you’re thinking I implied. I moonwalked right into that enclave, and they were too dumbstruck by the disco-vibes to stop me. I didn’t desist once I’d gotten inside though, I kept up my backwards slide until I hit a dead end.
The dead end I hit happened to be a training hall that was occupied by a particularly grim looking master and his pupil. Flash got flashed, to put it sweetly.
When I woke I was in a cell, and the master was facing me. He wasn’t smiling, which Flash cinsidered to be rude. I told him so, being the outspoken player I happen to be, and got a face full of force for my trouble. The cycle continued, each of us too stubborn to quit until eventually my charming exterior failed me. I lashed out and he laughed simultaneously – so we drew really. I told him I wanted in and he told me that I was. I’d succeeded in my one-man mission.
Was I fuelled by Vanity? Most definitely. Flash is nothing without his killer visage, and a killer rep was what I wanted to go with it.
Flash got it, and now he’s 100% completely irresistable.
-Ladies-
Pic coming when I find one awesome enough.
