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I put characters here. If anything is interesting enough to comment on, then please do so. Name: Pigleon Claimston Age: 39 Race: Rock Dove (A.K.A common pigeon) Origin: Corneria Home: A "lovely" two story house inside a "swell" suburban neighborhood in the outskirts of Corneria City. Sex: Male Height: 6'1" Weight: 153 pounds Build: Light, tall frame, a bit more fat than muscle. Appearance: Slightly wrinkled face, with squinty and tired eyes. Beak is dark grey, and a bit less sharp on the end than most bird's tend to be. A huge fan of pretentious sounding menswear brands. Eyes: Brown Hair/Fur: Slate blue feathers, well groomed and gently parted on the top of the head. Family: Married with 1 son, age 17, wife age 38 Alignment: True Neutral Personality: Quiet and stoic at a glance. He refuses to show much real emotion towards anyone, believing angst and regret to be detrimental to his reputation as well as his productivity. Quick to criticize but slow to anger, he maintains a stance of passive-aggressive contempt towards people that bother him. Background: Pigleon Claimston was born as the younger of 2 children to a tax man and the heiress of a small fortune. He made good grades, and lived in a nice house, and never had to worry about much that wasn't what most people refer to as inconveniences. The closest thing to excitement he'd ever really had was at a frat party, where he met a beautiful young medical student he would one day wed. With his education going swimmingly, and most of his student loans already paid off thanks to a couple scholarships and a rather hefty graduation gift from his parents, Pigleon married the beautiful young medical student after knowing her for 15 months. Once college was finished, and a healthy baby boy was on its way, Pigleon Claimston searched for a career with just the right combination of excitement and stability. After a couple weeks of job-searching and job-switching, he finally found a nice, comfortable career with decent benefits in a high-income area working for Corneria Mutual Insurance. His (self-proclaimed) "charm" and "skill set" allowed him to join the claims investigation team after only a few short months in the mail room. Nowadays, his professional life and career mostly consists of dull, uninteresting cases of insurance fraud slopped on his desk, usually involving desperate, sue-happy soccer moms and 2-bit con artists that believe themselves to be criminal masterminds. Strengths: -Competent Gunman As someone who recognizes and prepares for the dangerous situations that Corneria City frequently faces, Pigleon Claimston keeps a small assortment of guns in his bedroom. While he has all the permits required to carry a pistol in public, he rarely touches them when he's not going to the range. -Keen Investigator Simply because his line of work requires it, Pigleon Claimston knows a great deal about insurance, fraud, and insurance fraud. In addition to this, he has (self-proclaimed) finely tuned investigative skills and may notice minor details or make logical leaps that some may find difficult. -Coffee Snob Pigleon Claimston loves a good cup 'a joe. He frequents local coffee stands and can usually be found near them immediately before, or immediately after work. Thanks to this, he has developed the incredibly useful ability to appreciate and recognize numerous brews of coffee. Weaknesses: Inexperienced Combatant: Despite being a decent shot, Pigleon Claimston has never been in a single real gunfight in his life... and would prefer to stay that way. Frail and Weak Physique: Pigleon Claimston is a rather lanky man. He eats just as well as anyone else in the neighborhood, and gets plenty of exercise by occasionally choosing the stairs over an elevator, but still remains just a bit lighter and weaker than he'd like. Pack-a-day Smoker: Due to an unfortunate habit picked up during a "business trip" on his thirtieth birthday, Pigleon Claimston is addicted to nicotine and has been for nine years. While the effects on his physical self have been relatively minor, he still finds it difficult to get through the day without having at least one pack of smokes.
Hello, everyone. My name, or at least the name you will know me as on these fine forums, is VonSteakhand. To begin, I have vague memories of playing Star Fox 64 as a child, but I was never any good at it. Only years later did I ever find interest again in the series, with Super Smash Bros. Brawl's "masterpieces" section. I played the crap out of the 3 minutes it gave me, trying to find out ways to get through the level as best I could. Eventually I snapped and bought Star Fox 64 through Nintendo's virtual console and dove into it's fandom. Several Google searches later and here I am, signing up for a Star Fox forum. Woo-hoo.