Abilities: He has no powers or anything like that, he's just really freaking strong. He lifts. And while he might not be an accomplished carpenter, it's something he knows a little about already and is looking to become one, so... He's good with mechanics too, motorcycles mostly. He definitely couldn't build one from the ground up, but he does plenty of modifications and maintenance. Basically builing and physical labour are what he's good at. Leadership is debatable. He's a good leader for a certain kind of group, in most situations, he wouldn't really be. But he is good at getting people riled up, and he's a good leader in that he has clear rules and boundaries, as well as a willingness to take that position.
Third Person: Mondo stared up at the sign, 'Cafe Anglais', it said. He squinted, made a face at it.
"Ka-fee An-guh-lees? The fuck's that..." He muttered under his breath, still giving the sign the stink-eye. Well, whatever, he decided. There was only one way to find out. So he went in, and quickly realised it definitely wasn't the kind of place he wanted to go for lunch. But he was inside. It was too late to just turn around and leave, that would be awkward as hell. Already people had started to stare at him. He looked around desperately, as if he needed some justification to be in a dainty cafe. On one hand, maybe he could just take a seat and glare at anybody that looked at him funny. As if he gave a shit ever. But that wouldn't be any good if he didn't want to eat what they were serving in the first place.
Maybe he could just admire the woodworking. Yeah, he was there to take a look around at the carpentry job! So he stuck his hands in his pockets and started wandering around, inspecting every piece of wood but the baseboards. He whistled, maybe a little overdramatic. Whatever. Just a few minutes of that and he could get the hell out without looking suspicious. And actually...there was some pretty good carving work going on. He'd like to be able to do that someday. Briefly, it made him wonder whether he could find the tools to try it out somewhere in the city. Chances were yes. That'd be cool, get a feel for the whole deal, see if he really wanted to do it. If he couldn't hang out with the gang or anything, at least he'd have something to do that wouldn't be a total waste? Plus then he wouldn't have to be thinking about it later whenever he could go back to his usual.
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Abilities: He has no powers or anything like that, he's just really freaking strong. He lifts. And while he might not be an accomplished carpenter, it's something he knows a little about already and is looking to become one, so... He's good with mechanics too, motorcycles mostly. He definitely couldn't build one from the ground up, but he does plenty of modifications and maintenance. Basically builing and physical labour are what he's good at. Leadership is debatable. He's a good leader for a certain kind of group, in most situations, he wouldn't really be. But he is good at getting people riled up, and he's a good leader in that he has clear rules and boundaries, as well as a willingness to take that position.
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Third Person: Mondo stared up at the sign, 'Cafe Anglais', it said. He squinted, made a face at it.
"Ka-fee An-guh-lees? The fuck's that..." He muttered under his breath, still giving the sign the stink-eye. Well, whatever, he decided. There was only one way to find out. So he went in, and quickly realised it definitely wasn't the kind of place he wanted to go for lunch. But he was inside. It was too late to just turn around and leave, that would be awkward as hell. Already people had started to stare at him. He looked around desperately, as if he needed some justification to be in a dainty cafe. On one hand, maybe he could just take a seat and glare at anybody that looked at him funny. As if he gave a shit ever. But that wouldn't be any good if he didn't want to eat what they were serving in the first place.
Maybe he could just admire the woodworking. Yeah, he was there to take a look around at the carpentry job! So he stuck his hands in his pockets and started wandering around, inspecting every piece of wood but the baseboards. He whistled, maybe a little overdramatic. Whatever. Just a few minutes of that and he could get the hell out without looking suspicious. And actually...there was some pretty good carving work going on. He'd like to be able to do that someday. Briefly, it made him wonder whether he could find the tools to try it out somewhere in the city. Chances were yes. That'd be cool, get a feel for the whole deal, see if he really wanted to do it. If he couldn't hang out with the gang or anything, at least he'd have something to do that wouldn't be a total waste? Plus then he wouldn't have to be thinking about it later whenever he could go back to his usual.