Target Panic
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Target Panic | |
| Player: @CosmicNavigator | |
| Origin: | Natural |
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| Archetype: | Blaster |
| Security Level: | 50 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Garret |
| Known Aliases: | ' |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | 23 |
| Height: | Tall |
| Weight: | Not fat |
| Eye Color: | Brilliant green |
| Hair Color: | Some blonde color |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Those are dumb |
| Occupation: | Ass-kicker |
| Place of Birth: | The Highlands |
| Base of Operations: | Doens't exist anymore |
| Marital Status: | Dating |
| Known Relatives: | Confidential |
| Known Powers | |
| None to date | |
| Known Abilities | |
| He kicks ass | |
| Equipment | |
| Bow and arrows, enchanted Hanwei Lowlander | |
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Doing a rework kinda sorta maybe. But I suck at this kinda stuff, soo... yeah.
People
Friends
Gadgix: She's pretty much the only person who he'll willing talk to.
Bee: She's Garret's girlfriend. She loves him, he loves her.
Not Friends
The world: It seems to be that Garret has a chip on his shoulder, for everything and everyone. He judges books by their covers, and more often than not, he doesn't like it.
Comments
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... and when the smoke did clear, he spoke the words, and the masses answered the response of the warriors prayer.
I was born a man. I live as a warrior. And I will die as a god. - Target Panic
Target Panic, or 'Garret' as I like to call him, is a damn find archer, a great guy, and quick on the draw. He's all the man I wish I could be, and I really envy him greatly. He's such a handsome fella, and really... one of my, if not my, /best friend/. - Belabor
One time, Garret tried to get me on a date... but I was stupid, and went out with some lame jackhole named Eon... I mean, ugh... Eon? I should have gone out with Garret... he's soooo dreamy. - Burana Grey
