A former Moderator of the RolePlayGateway realm who has fallen from grace for reasons unknown, but insists on soldiering on as best he can.
QB is a generally laid-back kind of person, but he is not afraid to step up when someone does something that doesn't sit well with him.
QB can often be found wearing civilian clothes and not carrying a weapon. As is often the case with unarmed people, though, he is more than what he portrays himself to be thanks to his extensive command of math, physics, chemistry and Pokemon that some who have witnessed the full fury of a "nerd-out" have claimed is a latent form of psychic power.
Originally from Wisconsin, but currently residing in Michigan, QB has difficulty adjusting to society due to his mental condition, but he likes to think that his personal charisma and intelligence can save him yet.
Take as long as you need. It's not so bad once you get used to it, really.
Don't tell me I have to go in there again...oh, is that so? Absolutely...oh, yes, Master! Right away!
”I would hardly call this "Rage" being someone's bodyguard if the rumors I have heard about him are true. but if you are the sort to trust one whose only assets are power and a willingness to use it, be my guest.
”What the...the bar's gone. About time it collapsed after all those fights it was never meant to host.
”A marketplace...no, an arena, where people can fight all they like without fear of destroying the place again...no, a mall...
”One thing's for sure, however: Tech Con is not going to be happy when top brass finds out about what happened here. I should go tell them...hehe!
Ah, Skallagrim. Warn me before you...darn it.
Congratualtions, all of you. It is good to see that you can put aside the sort of petty differences that led to this sort of destruction in the first place, if only long enough to be able to go back to your old lives again.
First, I would be more careful as to the sorts of people you refer to as a friend. Second, I am better trained in the art of war than in repairing the damage done as a result, but I am good friends with some that cover for me in that regard. Shall I call in a favor?
Error in transmission? How unfortunate...but for the sake of your friend, I will not give up.
Fabulous...you made it. She's right over by the robot and the man who calls himself the prince of all the undead.
”Sensor readouts indicate too much particulate matter in the surroundings to provide for proper sterilization and treatment of any wounds. Recommend transfer to a proper healing house.
”Do you not think I was not acting with the safety of others being first and foremost? That wall which the State Alchemist was so kind to set up here blocked your grenade's explosion from harming those behind it.