The day is November 16th, and the year 1951. The weather is pleasant in the Big Apple, a crisp, spring breeze blows through the buildings of the city. Months ago, the WBC was founded in the states, and challengers from all over have rushed to take their hand in fisticuffs. Just days ago, the reigning human champion Narcis Prince has just taken another knockout with his world-renowned style, causing another influx of potential champions to veer into their local gyms for the hope of stardom.
In a dingy corner of New York lays a boxing institute, Howling Jack's gym, where you find yourself in the main office. The interior of the room is brickbuilt and fashionably messy, papers strewn about and posters of a young elf in gloves raising his hand in victory. At the desk before you sits an elderly elf of similar appearance to the one on the posters, fixing his glasses and looking between you and the paper before him. Setting it down and raising his eyebrow, he motions to your hands and stands up. "So, th'group 'a youse. What can I do ya for? Yer takin' up space and I ain't got much of it. Tell me quick'n make it good."
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
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The day is November 16th, and the year 1951. The weather is pleasant in the Big Apple, a crisp, spring breeze blows through the buildings of the city. Months ago, the WBC was founded in the states, and challengers from all over have rushed to take their hand in fisticuffs. Just days ago, the reigning human champion Narcis Prince has just taken another knockout with his world-renowned style, causing another influx of potential champions to veer into their local gyms for the hope of stardom.
In a dingy corner of New York lays a boxing institute, Howling Jack's gym, where you find yourself in the main office. The interior of the room is brickbuilt and fashionably messy, papers strewn about and posters of a young elf in gloves raising his hand in victory. At the desk before you sits an elderly elf of similar appearance to the one on the posters, fixing his glasses and looking between you and the paper before him. Setting it down and raising his eyebrow, he motions to your hands and stands up. "So, th'group 'a youse. What can I do ya for? Yer takin' up space and I ain't got much of it. Tell me quick'n make it good."
“The brighter they shine, the darker the shadow grows.” - Makino Fumito
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I'm so sorry! Don't know why I didn't get the PM notification.
Segris, a well built human male responds a little gruffly.
"I want to box."
Ezra, a dark skinned well built young man smiles
”What he said.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”