*Ok, YonStore maybe then?*

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"wait which one of dese am I Donna be in"

 *What is Bob's personality and backstory like?*

Name, pronouns, age: bob axehold,he/him,52

Class/Species: goliath, barbarian

Theory: life is one big test how you get through it is your choice wits strength.everyone has weaknesses eventually there gonna be exploited and wether it be for the good is your choice.

Backstory: 

From the earliest days of his youth, bobs path was paved with the teachings of combat. Raised in a harsh and unforgiving environment, he was trained relentlessly in the art of warfare, his body molded into an instrument of destruction. Despite his natural fear, the weight of duty forced him to face his worst nightmare as he was drafted into the horrors of war.

In the crucible of battle, his fears transformed into a raging inferno of adrenaline. Each clash of steel and every life-or-death moment became a symphony that awakened his dormant courage. He embraced the chaos, the bloodlust pumping through his veins like a drug, for he had come to believe that there was no challenge he couldn't overcome.

In the heat of combat, he discovered a twisted sense of purpose, finding solace and a twisted joy in testing his limits against insurmountable odds. Each victory became a testament to his indomitable spirit, and each defeat only fueled his insatiable hunger for greater challenges.

While others may shrink from danger, bob thrived on it, a force of nature unleashed upon the battlefield. With each foe he vanquished, he felt the rush of power coursing through him, as if he were an unstoppable tempest incarnate. The battlefield became his proving ground, his personal arena where he reveled in the thrill of conquest.

Deep down, there may be traces of the lingering fears that plagued him in the past, but they have been buried beneath the weight of his newfound confidence. Now, he roams the world, seeking out new adversaries and challenges that will push him to his limits, for he believes that in the crucible of combat, he is unstoppable and destined for glory

Monologue: I stumble to the local detectives office I entered the room with a grace that resembled a drunken flamingo attempting a tightrope walk." Got any jobs for me" 

The detective looked at me up and down like a lion observing its prey"I don't think the detective business is for you buddy maybe check the job board that's better fit for.....someone of your size"

Thanks I say leaving the room like a bull in a China shop

I walk to the job board with a seriousness that could rival a penguin strutting its way to a black-tie gala.

Walk up to the job board nothing but missing cats and paper boy ads I clench my gist with enough force the crush a human skull 

A man walks by me noticing my deminior "need a job he says"

"Yeah what you need"

Well you see he says with a stutter "this group of men they stole my wedding ring  and the detective s won't do anything about it"-"say no more" I interrupt him 

"Where" he points to an alley not far there is clearly a group if men sitting there next to a door all laughing with one of them tossing an object around I don't think before I act I walk over  the men see me immediately all pulling something out and hiding behind there backs probably a weapon I think I grab a man and throw him against a wall turning to the others with boiling rage bubbling and frothing like a pot of spaghetti sauce left unattended on a high-powered jet engine.They pull out daggers I throw the man at them before they can act I walk over stepping on them as I go and grab the item the an was throwing around clearly a ring I ask the man "this it" 

Y-yes he says scared "here" I hand it to him " but wait your payment"

"Just wanted a fight I say". 

I quickly gain a reputation as the giant looking for a fight Word of the news spread faster than a wildfire fueled by gossip, racing through town like a cheetah on roller skates. I started doing jobs for free beating up gangs left and right until INE day I get a job different from all else I smirk as I get up on my way to the job.

'You will fight in the Second Army. It will be a noble fight.'

*real quick what are all the armies and there premises

*First- Guilt, self-destruction

Second- war, heroic sacrifice, honour

Third- Balance, mercy

Fourth- Nature, loyalty, family

Fifth- luck, tricksters

Sixth- Pure Evil

Seventh- greed, selfishness

Eighth- wisdom, knowledge

Ninth- leadership

Tenth- warrior goddess type*

*aight its getting late I gotta go

*ok, bye!*

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*First- Guilt, self-destruction

Second- war, heroic sacrifice, honour

Third- Balance, mercy

Fourth- Nature, loyalty, family

Fifth- luck, tricksters

Sixth- Pure Evil

Seventh- greed, selfishness

Eighth- wisdom, knowledge

Ninth- leadership

Tenth- warrior goddess type*

*can't believe you tried to trick me into joining the pure evil army lol*

*The Farlander would have stopped her, if she expressed interest!*

*good to know, although honestly evil Lil would be kinda cool*

*I can see it actually, but she's much closer to the Third than the Sixth! Imagine her trying to stamp out all kind creepy weirdos!*

*yeah, it would fit her aesthetic but definitely not her beliefs. I could almost see her as part of the Eighth though, she's very much a 'learn everything I can' kinda person*

*Yeah, definitely! And the Sixth's aesthetic isn't necessarily the sort of evil that is gothic and scary or whatever, more like crisp white clothes and red sunglasses, if they fit in with the world, usually fancy but minimalist*

"Sounds cool! But yeah, maybe Lil wouldn't fit in with them after all. I can't really picture her in white, or in sunglasses.*

*Nah! Which is lucky, as the Sixth is fated to be destroyed, and we can't have that happen to her!*

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'Good afternoon, and welcome to the beginning of the end!'

 “Ay, what is this big hole? Who are you?”

'It's the portal. To the dimension where it will all End. You may call me the Farlander. I am in charge of making sure the End all goes to plan'

*fun 1dea Dutch!* 

An extremely muscular man can be seen riding an old rusty bicycle down the street by the rift. 

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'It's the portal. To the dimension where it will all End. You may call me the Farlander. I am in charge of making sure the End all goes to plan'

 “Never heard such baloney in my life”

He proceeds to drive into the portal.