Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20171103171830/@comment-29637681-20171208042125

The sun rises over the horizon. Wherever Icho, Cinder, Lucious, and Wraak are, they haven't returned yet.

Adder's eyes snap open. Instinctively, he grabs the closest person and throws them aside. This time it was Sun.

"Wh-WHAT HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN DOING WITH-" He immediately cringes and falls to the floor. Looking at his skin, he sees multiple patches and scratches. The prosthetic was shiny and functional.

It wasn't all a nightmare.

He did commit all those atrocities.

Everything really was his fault.

"You asshole. You couldn't just let yourself get converted like that." Glory snarls at him. The other Rebels brought home an Edmontosaurus carcass to feed on.

Adder stands and tries to get a bite. He's extremely malnourished and starving from the Empire's poor living qualities, but Lecias slams him into a pile of gravel. "YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHTS TO THIS FOOD. NOT UNTIL WE HAVE OUR FILL."

He tries again, but Visory kicks him away. Attempting once more. Glory stabs his eye. Trying just one more time, Logmor picks him up and drops him into a swamp full of Sarcosuchus.

If one thing's clear to him now, it's that he's no longer welcomed by anybody.

When Adder escapes from the swamp ten minutes later, he sees the other Rebels sleeping again in the sunlight. There's only a bone left for him.

He doesn't even get close to the bone, for before he even takes a step forwards a herd of Triceratops runs him over.

And to add insult to injury a dodo steals the bone.

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Hours later. The four still haven't returned. Adder gets impatient. "Where are those fucks."

"That doesn't concern you!" Glory wakes up and stabs his leg with a shard of obsidian before sleeping.

"I NEED TO KNOW!"

"THEY'RE DEAD!" Logmor forcefully regurgitates his breakfast onto both Adder and Blud-Stachel, the latter stabbing Adder's ankle.

Knowing that none of these guys are worth his time, he just turns around.

Then he sees the footprints.

They matched those of his friends. "What..."

Ishmael set a rum bottle on fire and threw it at Adder. It barely misses him.

"I'll see you all in hell."

He starts to walk in the direction of the footprints, but Glory blocks his path. Not that Adder cares.

"Get out of my way!"

He shoves Glory facefirst into a tree stump. "You just go find them! They'll execute you just like they did with those four!" She really doesn't want him to come back.

Nobody does.

"Ouais. Je suppose."

He starts sprinting. Not caring about what's in the way anymore, he chases after his friends. If he dies today, and he likely will, for he's wanted to die since the day he was born, he wants to die for his friends.

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Name: Adder  Species: Dilophosaurus  Gender: Male  Age: 17 Dilophosaurus years(4 human years)  Appearance: I don’t really blame you if you forgot what he looks like. Anyways, he’s mostly dark blue with yellow crests and a lighter underbelly. He has multiple cyan scars all over his face, and over time he also grew turquoise feathers on his face since the start of the RP. He’s missing a finger on his left hand. His right arm is a prosthetic; it has retractable 7-inch claws and the ability to split into two smaller arms.

Personality: He acts extremely frustrated to everybody and reacts with hostility at the slightest provocation. No matter the situation, he constantly pretends like he doesn’t care about anything. On the outside, he pretends to act extremely nihilistic and cruel.

It’s all nothing but a façade, though. While the nihilistic streak is true, the cruel part is not. Inside, he’s legitimately suffering from insecurity and depression. He’s extremely protective of his friends, and blames himself for everything that happens to them. He’s lost all sense of hope and morals, and is on the verge of losing his sanity as well. He’s lost too many things in his life, and he doesn’t want anybody else that he loves to be lost again...

Dislikes: The world, for treating him as if he were its cosmic plaything. He hates the Empire, for mutating him into the wretched creature he is now. Hell, it’d be much easier to name all the things he liked…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Likes: Never says this to anybody, but deep inside he has a very special attachment to specific members of his group, the only people he’s ever trusted, the only friends he’s ever known in his entire life. Deep down he does care for his “daughter,” deep down he seriously cares about the Anhanguera that gave him emotional support throughout his darkest hours, deep down he seriously cares about the somewhat-psychotic Velociraptor and pacifist Kaprosuchus that guided him through dangerous puzzles...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">History: I’m sure we know of his story already.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">That’s not why I redid this, though. I redid this to explain how much the endless warfare has changed him. He’s downright suicidal, and sees the world in a pointless light. He’s grown too close to his friends, the only people he loved and cared about. After he was forcefully converted to serve under the Empire, and constantly losing his friends, there could be only one more loss before he finally snaps, maybe even take his own path to darkness.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Territory: Travels with his friends. <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Size: ⭐️⭐️

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Class: Rebel, though he’s very close to being a Neutral. At this point, he’s so morally ambiguous that he couldn’t care less about whose side he’s on.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Importance: Major