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Mein

A man lost within a foreign dimension. Trying to return to his nuclear devastated world in the hopes of saving his people from the greys.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Kajii

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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 The Bar door would slice open, as a floating sword with a mustache and a monocle levitated into the tavern. The strange enchanted blade would make his way towards the bars counter, muttering to himself.

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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 A floating blade with a rather sophisticated mustache would enter the bar. "Amor...Where be the party at ho ho!" The blade spoke with a heavy french accent as he glanced at the patrons through his monocle. The sword would twirl it's way behind the bars countewr. "Ill be your waiter and tender this evening..." The enchated weapon would say.

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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 I love how newbs auto several characters at one sitting and then complain about someone else God modding. because clearly killing a character without giving them a chance to defend or evade is legal.

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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 Lucky_Joker is leaving? I mean he did auto both the tavern and some characters. Also his post failed to explain such basic things like kinetic energy. How fast he was going. Because speed plays a huge factor into reaction time as well as damage the vehicle would of done.))

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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 Conumbra othe rplayers could defend the bar. Imagine summoning a giant stone wall in the path of the truck. What would happen to the truck if it ran into five feet of hardened rock?))

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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 I don't God mod. I accept and embrace my character death as inevitable consequences. Also whether or not I would God mod (Which has yet to be seen. Is irrelevant to the original point. I will find it next to impossible for anyone to defend an auto death of a character through the use of a truck. Especially in the world of magic, psychics and cyborgs. There are a trillion ways any single character could evade or defend. Like...actually move out of the way. ))

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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 Nitrogen you are misguided. This partains to the rp world.))

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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 I never imagined myself feeling the sun beat upon my flesh. Grass tickling the bottom of my feet. Nor a gentle spring air blowing through my hair. Not since the bombs have fallen thirty five years ago. Fifteen years before my conception into this wintery hell hole. But before this day, I spent my life battling the vile beast who lurk underground with us. Trying our best to survive. The world evolved without man. Leaving us in a rather uncomfortable situation. Fight...or die. It was really that simple.

With gun in hand I made my way through the claustrophobic tunnels. Where once trains traveled freely. “Bourbon!.” I shouted as my voice resonated within the halls. “Yes varos?” My comrade reply, smoking like usual. “Vhy must ve patrol thiz shit hole? It'z been emptied vor yearz.” I replied in our native accent Speaking the common tongue.

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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 But before he could reply, we both heard a song. A siren calling out to us. “Vhat ze hell!” I spoke, for the language it spoke was foreign. And its aura sinister. “whose there!” Bourbon bellowed as we both fell to out knees due to its frequency. A white light flooding the tunnels as winters frigid touch crept upon our skin. 'Comrade!” I bellowed as I crawled towards Bourbon. “Brother!” He replied, meeting me half way. Holding on to me tightly. I Knew then we had to move. And so with all my strength I stood for the both of us, Carrying him over my shoulders as I made my way into the light.

The light was not vile, but the path behind me was sinister. Much like the voice of the song. Step by step, inch by inch we crept towards the light...before I blacked out. Passing from nuclear winter into a dimension unlike my home. Lifeless, my body suddenly appeared in the middle of the ruins.

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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
  Laying on top of glassed wooden planks. The distortion in space vanished, leaving in its wake myself and glassed earth around where it once stood.

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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 Flesh cold, eyes heavy. Yet fresh air, without radiation filled my lungs. Slowly I rose, as one hung over my weakened frame. Slowly I turned my head and gazed upon this mysterious being. Whose sex eluded me. Why so much mystery? Why am I here? Where is Borboun? “I...I'm alive. Vhere iz Borboun? Vhere am I?” I stated, weakened and confused. As I stood upright I found myself stumbling about. Fall back down as my stubborn self tried once more to get up. “Shit!”

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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 A noise, that noise I heard from the stranger reminded me of the clocks at the old shop. But whatever questions I may have had about this stranger vanished. Buried under the worries and confusion the flooded my mind. “No! You zay there is no Borboun...But I passed through zhe light with him. Vhere...Vhere...” I quickly exhaled and pulled myself together. Beads of sweat running down my dirt stained face. Slowly I took off my hood, fully revealing my face. As I finally took in the scenery.

“Vhat is this place? Vhere is the radiation? Zhe mutantz? Vhat...I see...I am not home. Nor am I dead. I am lost somevhere I don't belong. I must find my way home.” I spoke as I looked around at the patrons. Most of which seemed ignorant of my existence.


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 No lon=ger did I feel the frigid wind and frost of nuclear war. Instead I found myself in a world where I did not belong. Where I bask in the warmth of the sun. Where my feet are tickled by the blades of grass. Fresh air without radiation filled my lungs and nostril. I place where people live in buildings that stand tall instead of tunnels or subways. Food here was plentiful and the water clean. Yet all of these people were ungrateful. I sighed as I diverted my attention to the warm flame that twirled and danced in the fireplace.

“Borboun...vhere are you?” My thick accent along with my soul and flesh did not belong in this realm. I had to go home and save my people from the mutants and the beings they served. Father and mother needed me.


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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 No longer did I feel the frigid wind and frost of nuclear war. Instead I found myself in a world where I did not belong. Where I bask in the warmth of the sun. Where my feet are tickled by the blades of grass. Fresh air without radiation filled my lungs and nostril. A place where people live in buildings that stand tall instead of tunnels or subways. Food here was plentiful and the water clean. Yet all of these people were ungrateful. I sighed as I diverted my attention to the warm flame that twirled and danced in the fireplace.

“Borboun...vhere are you?” My thick accent along with my soul and flesh did not belong in this realm. I had to go home and save my people from the mutants and the beings they served. Father and mother needed me. I promised i'd return from the hunt. And I...I am a man of my word.


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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 I woman stood at the counter, attractive and soft to the eyes (Chinasorrow). Unlike the ladies in the motherland. As my eyes locked upon her frame, I heard a voice from a stranger. I turned my head and looked upon the waiter of sorts. He spoke out of ignorance and misheard what I said. “Bastard! Borboun iz my friend. Vhy did you assume? Regardless you meant no harm.” I spoke as I rose from my seated position. Stading a full six foot tall. “Your water iz to clean. Your food...too many options. Yet here everyone iz, feasting without a second thought. I vill have vater. Something in my land zhat iz scarce.”

I replied as I passed the waiter and took root next to the fair lady (Chinesorrow.) “Zhiz land...it haz zo much. Yet one thing zhey do have is beautiful woman, no?” He spoke. In his homeland there was little time for talk. Too much time was spent on battle and gathering food. Battle fought with the mutants.


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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 I=A)

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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 She spoke, rather casually to me. Despite my foreign accent and appearance she treated me as an equal. Interesting, few have in this realm. And so I appreciated the rarity and gesture. “Indeed, it iz zo vhere ever you go. For beauty iz only truly vhole, vhen the outzide is over shadowed by there zoul.” I spoke as I awaited my drink. My eyes shifting towards the man. “Mannerz and beauty. Thankfully you have both.” I spoke as something strange stirred inside me. What was I feeling?

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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 ImageMe when I don't shave with my glasses on. Thanks for the compliments guys. And patch we have to are pee some time.

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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 ImageImage Photoshoots with my bros friend. Back when I use to model. Anywho no more spamming. Peace guys. And patch next time we must arepee.

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 Image

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 ImageImageImageImage Back in my heavy metal band days (Lead singer) And my favorite model photo. And now I am done and g2g peace guys

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Character Portrait: Mein Mein says,
 Fresh air filling my lungs. Green blades of grass tickling my feet. Warm sun basking and soothing my flesh. A world with cerulean skies. A realm in which nuclear war and the haunting touch of radiation is absent. Still, this is not my world. I must find my way back home, to the motherland. But not without finding Borboun first. My comrade who slipped through the gate with me. He would not leave me behind, so I will not forsake him.

Softly I sighed as I glanced out an open window. My gaze averting towards the birds who inhabited the air. In my world, they were like harpies who feasted upon the flesh of men. “Vhere...Borboun Vhere are you my comrade. I vill find you...” I whispered with a hoarse under my breath. As I took a sip from my glass of water. Still I wore the gear of my motherland. A uniform for the special forces of Russia. Though I must return home soon to the subways to fight the nazi and mutants. To save my people..


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 I felt her gaze, and like a sirens call I found myself glancing over towards her. Her skin was pale and her face soft to behold. No doubt she was beautiful, but that is ofttimes a guise for something potently deadly. As I took another sip from my glass I would turn away from the woman. “Vhy I vonder, vhy does she glance at me?” I thought to myself as I took off my spec op helmet. Placing it upon the wooden counter, revealing my face for the second time. My gaze would once more avert towards the woman before returning back to my non-radiated water. “thiz land haz so much.” spoiled and blessed unlike my world.

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 The women was gone. I watched her leave and approach another, though my eyes would stray away from her as she left. She seemed busy with another and I have no right to intrude. I am just a lost outlander trying to find Borboun and to get back home to russia. Softly I sighed as a soft breeze brushed against my skin. It's influence running through my hair as I closed my eye lids shut. One day, when the effects of nuclear war fade and we crawl back up to the surface. Maybe then this pleasant thing known as a warm soft breeze will grace itself on my people.

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 Something was happening, It felt like a hand was reaching out for me and grasped me well. A white light would appear at the bars entrance. “Fuck!” I stated running for a nearby pole, strapping myself to it as the incoherent whispers began to run through my mind. Quickly I drew out my M9pistol, fully loaded and ready to go as through the corner of my eye I saw three tall, long armed bi pedal creatures shrouded in the light. “Vhat are you bastardz doing here? You vill not take me without borobun!” A howling could be heard as only I would seem to be affected by the vortex these beings created with their minds.

With feet dangling I would aim my pistol and fire a single round. The bullet would travel across the vacuum picking up speed as it hit the middle beast dead center on the forehead.