Finally getting up to a comfortably aesthetic looking boulder, Bro settled in for the night, finally putting his full focus on the chat he'd come across. He'd already been noticed by some members, so what the hell. He was a man of few words -- or tried to be, lived his whole life trying to stay focused -- but something recently has had him feeling more sociable, more outgoing. Like he was young again. Of course, the migraines and flashes of alternate lifetimes weren't helping. Damn game.
In psuedo-physicality, Bro had found himself in some sort of desert, which he understood to be someone else's memory. Or, judging by the weird smell in the air, a very, very large beach. He looks around for a moment ... this may have been an ocean once. Not much to climb on, he notes, and resumes walking, hoping to find higher ground.
This is a RP account now. 26 he/him
Hit me up normally at @timaeusTestified.
ROLEPLAY INFO:
- Not used to RP.
- 18+ only.
- CW: Bro Strider
- NO CAL STUFF. Dude's gone, yo.
- Shithead wandering dreambubbles.
- Random Dirk memories due to being a ghost of an Ultimate.