Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2013 21:22:22 GMT
Name: Kronk
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Hero or Villain?: Hero
Canon or OC?: Canon
Personality: Friendly, fun-loving, helpful, and dim-witted. Kronk is very loyal to his friends,and will do almost anything for them. He also loves working out, and cooking. Especially cooking. Despite his lack of intelligence, and tendency to not think things through completely, Kronk can be surprisingly competent.
Appearance: Tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, slender waist and legs, black hair and eyebrows, dark eyes, and a large chin.
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Brief History: Always a fan of athletics, Kronk was quickly realized to be the star athlete of his school. On the side, he also developed a lot of cooking skills as a part-time job. Sometime after graduating high school, Yzma recruited him to serve as her latest right-hand man. Despite aiding her in her attempt to kill Kuzco, Kronk ultimately was too dim, and too nice, to go through with it, eventually siding with Kuzco, and ultimately causing Yzma's defeat.
Shortly after, Kronk bought and ran his own restaurant, also serving as the chef, a job he enjoyed immensely. He also met, and fell in love with, a woman named Birdwell, whom he eventually married. Everything was looking good, when Kronk's whole world was turned upside down...
Sample Post: "Hey, who stole the ceiling?" Kronk wondered aloud, staring up from where he was lying on the ground. The last thing he remembered, he was just laying down to take a quick afternoon nap. And there'd been a ceiling above him. Now, it was gone. He groaned, and leaned up, quickly noticing the walls, floor, and everything else was gone, too.
"Come to think of it, this jungle doesn't look familiar," he said, rubbing his chin in contemplation. He got to his feet, wondering where he was, and who was going to cook the spinach puffs while he was gone. And the fondue. And, of course, his special foie gras. He headed off through the jungle, looking around as he walked, trying to spot anything familiar. A few moments later, he paused as something dawned on him.
"Oh my gosh. I've been kidnapped!"
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Hero or Villain?: Hero
Canon or OC?: Canon
Personality: Friendly, fun-loving, helpful, and dim-witted. Kronk is very loyal to his friends,and will do almost anything for them. He also loves working out, and cooking. Especially cooking. Despite his lack of intelligence, and tendency to not think things through completely, Kronk can be surprisingly competent.
Appearance: Tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, slender waist and legs, black hair and eyebrows, dark eyes, and a large chin.
Image:
Brief History: Always a fan of athletics, Kronk was quickly realized to be the star athlete of his school. On the side, he also developed a lot of cooking skills as a part-time job. Sometime after graduating high school, Yzma recruited him to serve as her latest right-hand man. Despite aiding her in her attempt to kill Kuzco, Kronk ultimately was too dim, and too nice, to go through with it, eventually siding with Kuzco, and ultimately causing Yzma's defeat.
Shortly after, Kronk bought and ran his own restaurant, also serving as the chef, a job he enjoyed immensely. He also met, and fell in love with, a woman named Birdwell, whom he eventually married. Everything was looking good, when Kronk's whole world was turned upside down...
Sample Post: "Hey, who stole the ceiling?" Kronk wondered aloud, staring up from where he was lying on the ground. The last thing he remembered, he was just laying down to take a quick afternoon nap. And there'd been a ceiling above him. Now, it was gone. He groaned, and leaned up, quickly noticing the walls, floor, and everything else was gone, too.
"Come to think of it, this jungle doesn't look familiar," he said, rubbing his chin in contemplation. He got to his feet, wondering where he was, and who was going to cook the spinach puffs while he was gone. And the fondue. And, of course, his special foie gras. He headed off through the jungle, looking around as he walked, trying to spot anything familiar. A few moments later, he paused as something dawned on him.
"Oh my gosh. I've been kidnapped!"
