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[dannychan]

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junico "june" jones
30 (genji is 35)
offensive defense
5'8"
razor whip sword (offence) sheild (defense) armor ranged weapon
whiplash: a normal flip of his razor whip and you're petty fucked. this weapon could slice your neck open. good thing no one dies in overwatch
stinger: a bolt will fly at the character and pierce their armour, and release a toxin that feels like a shit ton of bee stings
brave bird: his ultimate, he is rocketed into the air, and drops down like you would a canon ball, and wherever he hands, it sends a shock wave that stuns enemies for five seconds.
he has rocket boosters on his boots that let him fly for five seconds.

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started out as a overwatch fanboy and was one day discovered by jack and brought in for his combat skills, and given armour custom for him. he's fairly quiet, but at the same time extremely blunt and flirty. he isn't afraid to tell you to fuck off.. but he is shy at time.

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catch phrases:
"hey now, that's no fair."
"slice and dice, fucker."
"did i tell you about that new juice cleanse i was on? it includes the tears of my enemies"
"DID IT HURT WHEN YOU CRAWLED FROM HELL"
sounds like jesus from twd

junico had managed to get back to thebadewithout too many injuries. he had hurt himself on his ult, but he was ok for now. just a little sore. he sighed as he walked into the training area, moving to put his armour away and get into his regular clothes- a thin and baggy black tank top and baggy cargo shorts. he had a bit of helmet hair, but he didn't mind it much. he saw mercy changing a bit a way, chatting with d. va. "angela, you did good." he said softly, and the blond woman looked over with a bright smile. "aw, thank you. you didnt do bad yourself!" the woman said brightly, and looked up when genji walked in. junico blinked. "hey." he greeted softly.
hanzo didn't really have to change. he just did what he always did, find a empty room and sit in it, indian style in the middle of the floor, back straight and hands on his knees, eyes closed. he hated it when he was interrupted.