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Description
I have a goddamn afro. Also, red OSU hoodie. Tend to wear sweatpants or shorts. Plus glasses. And my eyes are sorta weird, like, a green burst right around my pupils, then it turns blue. Weird as shit.
Favorite phrases: "You should know this already." "Craaaaap." "Neener neener neener." and "You're a bad person and you should feel bad."
Personality
I don't take ANYTHING seriously. Like, at all.
History
OHIO, MOTHERFUCKERS.
Kilroy falls through the fourth wall. "Son of a bitch!"
Kilroy scratched his head. "Shit. So this is Gambit's Bar?" he sat at the counter, wondering if his large frame and the fact he had a mustache would allow him to get beer.
Kilroy counted on his fingers. "I fell through the fourth wall, Vegris is shooting up Crepa, and some other shit is happening."
Kilroy decided to kick back and watch the action.
Kilroy rolled his eyes. "I'm only four years younger than you, Lainy. Well, almost 4. I see you haven't taken off the party hat?"
Kilroy "Thought it was yesterday! Jesus..." he muttered.
Kilroy "Screw vegetables. I eat meat for damn near every meal!" he said, as if this were something to be proud of.
Kilroy "Lainy, you aren't even looking in the right direction." He reached out and rotated her head so she was looking at him. "Better! Now it isn't so bloody unsettling."
Kilroy "I'm not nice, though! I'm misanthropic. Sorta. Does it make sense to hate people and be nice all the time?"
Kilroy stuck out his tongue, then remembered Lain was unlikely to see it. "Don't objectify me."
Kilroy "...You heard my tongue move?"
Kilroy shrugged. "Well aren't you so cool." he said it like he didn't mean it.
Kilroy got slapped. "Godsdamnit, what was that for?!"
Kilroy Yes, because that was my fault!"
Kilroy jumped through the doors, tackling QB. "Michigan sucks!"
Kilroy blinked and hopped off. "Sorry. Forgot they weren't the same thing."
Kilroy "May it happen again."
Kilroy vanishes in a puff of fourth-wall dust.
This is not a nice upgrade.
Tell Remaeus that his upgrades are really downgrades.