TROUBLE AT YOUR FEET ― intro.

[magnus.]

u rock !

[color=transparent]YOU'RE AMAZING, DON'T FORGET IT <3

[color=transparent]u rock !

[align=center][abbr=claire made this!]―[/abbr] MAGNUS "MACE" BREKKER

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The people of Vice World knew their friendship. They didn't shake at Marcus and Ramona's names yet, but the mass did not fear for the two, either. They seemed to be best friends with Magnus, and that was good enough for the passersby. They practically parted as Magnus entered the trading ring, all moving away from him. It was obvious he liked that, a near wicked grin on his face as something flashed in his bright emerald eyes. He didn't even bother to thank the people for moving away from him. He liked seeing them cower. It was what he was waiting for.

The man headed over to Ramona, and grinned even wider. "Ramona!" He greeted her, opening his arms as if he was going in for a hug, and instead he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Ram." He put his other hand on his hip as he greeted her with that nickname he picked up on giving her.

Whether she liked it or not, of course.

The leader looked down at the cloth she had been looking at, and he just shrugged, letting go of her to wave his arms to point at the entirety of the market. He had promised the merchants that travelled safety, so long as they sold enough goods. If they hadn't... well, their goods would be a free for all. It was simple as that. It was a bit harsh, but that was the way the world rolled, he'd explain. He loved having people wrapped so tight around his fingers, he could feel them going purple. The leadership had gone straight to the ego-sick man's head.

"Just came to see how the sales were going," he said through his grin. "Just seein' the sights. Ya know." He waved his hands again before putting them on his hips.

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[spoiler=//tags — updated ;; 10/12/21]
general
> magnus brekker ;; mace
> male ;; he/him
> 26 ;; ages real time ;; august 24th
> vice world

physical
> physical health ;; 70%
> minor injuries ;; a few puncture wounds across torso from corset spines
> major injuries ;; concussion (recovering), broken arm (recovering), bad wound from corset spine (recovering).
> important things to note ;; covered in scars from fights and from metal corset spines breaking/popping from him bending too much/wearing corsets incorrectly ; worst of his scars is on his face across his left cheek

appearance
> long, brown hair pulled back in a tight bun ; very, very vibrant emerald green eyes ; built back and shoulders from swinging his bat, with a curved waist that dips into square hips ; small-ish hands ; 5'8" ; 230 lbs
> no body modifications
> wears a corset 90% of the time, which mostly are blue ; on special occassions wears a new corset he has ; black jeans ; combat boots
> no pocketed items ; carries a bat
> important things to note ;; n/a

personality
> very self-confident ; very impatient ; high ego ; has no sympathy ; aggressive ; sore temperament ; thinks highly of himself and lower towards others ; very apathetic
> no mental disabilities
> rolls shoulders often and checks for any displacement on his outfit

relationships
> missing parents
> no siblings
> pansexual
> no crushes

interaction/confrontation
> hard mentally | hard physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use [color=red]this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; speech is bolded
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
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