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OOC Thread
Never become complacent. You will find your death close at hand. The world keeps moving, and it will chip away at your defenses until they have fallen. This is why you must keep vying for power, vying to better yourself, vying for your Bogan brethren. One must set goals and continuously look onward!
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OOC Thread
Never become complacent. You will find your death close at hand. The world keeps moving, and it will chip away at your defenses until they have fallen. This is why you must keep vying for power, vying to better yourself, vying for your Bogan brethren. One must set goals and continuously look onward!
Radzkie stood not so still, clicking the toe of his left boot atop of the ultrachrome floor of the ships training room. It wasn't that he was impatient, it was simply that he was thinking. He'd accepted two apprentices at the same time, and the best idea, he thought, would be to have them training together. Seeing as now he had some spare time, filling it with a bit of exercises wouldn't be against his traditional values. The better trained the more useful, at lest he had decided this ideal himself.
The shorter, tiny little man that was named Radzkie kept his hood pulled far over his head and face most of the time. Today was different, he had made up his mind to keep it draped over his shoulders. For this rare period of time his apprentices would see his platinum blond hair with those random darker streaks, and his deathly almost lifeless looking pearly colored skin. With the color of his eyes his figure had no real defining eye catching traits as they gave off the same lifeless feeling, but in a grey dulled color.
He had folded his arms, and put his chin on a slight angle upwards. It was a posture of a confident man, one use to being in command, and slightly a funny one for such a small fellow. Sometimes his personality shifted, today was one of them. Even with the shift he still stood at the corner of the room, partly hidden in a shady spot. It seemed some parts of him shifted whereas others he could never shake.
There was no rest for him, as he always was at work, but that was how he liked it.
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