Abilities/Powers: Snake states his senses are much more enhanced due to his blindness, and I don't doubt this at all. He can easily figure out the material an object is made from with a touch, figure out the layout of a room using the echoes of sound off the surroundings, and his sense of hearing is very refined. It's nothing godly, as even he laughs when Junpei suggests he can hear a pin drop in a room, but Snake's senses are indeed very, very impressive. He seems to be very confident with his fighting abilities; given he's not one to exaggerate, I'm sure those skills are also quite impressive. Items/Weapons: Just his clothes.
Sample Entry:an old post here! Sample Entry Two: It was an interesting chain of events that Snake experienced, he had to say; a laundry list of things, all done with a deathly calmness and careful observation. He woke to the alarm like it was something simply meant to rouse him during a regular day, got off the bed like it was the bed he had chosen to sleep in and always had slept in, and wandered about the room after the initial moment of questioning, like he had knocked out drunk and only after a moment of thought recalled the events of the night before. No panic, no questioning, no… anything.
He was used to it. Sure, there was the slight hesitation, the thoughts back to the past and the slight sigh he had let out when he realized this wasn't anything like the past two times he had experienced waking up in a brand new place ( "A third time," simultaneous with his rising off the sheets, "Truly not a lucky streak at all." ), but beyond that there was only discovery. He touched here and there, but not without purpose--that something was there, he knew, but not what, and that was why he touched. He had discovered: a window he didn't dwell on ( for what good was appearances for someone who was blind? No truths in that ), bed after bed ( whose occupants he may have politely engaged in polite, distant, suspect conversation ), the walls, the room, the phone, the way out, the outside. The latter was where he is now, thinking about the current situation, his hands running down the old, battered cellphone with interest; he wondered what the point of giving them a communication device was if they had deemed it fit to kidnap them.
A game?
What kind of game… He wasn't alone, but most seemed to be as lost as he was. Or, they at least acted as such. And a phone… Something that was only necessary if they wanted them to connect over a large distance, so surely they had expected them to wander. Their intentions he wasn't sure of yet, but…
Even if he wasn't capable of sight, he was capable of discerning the fact that this place--town, whatever it was--wasn't exactly a bustling metropolis. It wasn't enough to give him a slight chill, but he understood that it could very well do so to someone else. Abandoned, he might call it… there weren't much footsteps, not much life, and the silence had a slight undertone of fear. Or, well, he thought so. But he wasn't frequently wrong. Still, there wasn't any point wondering with the whys, the hows--the truth was something that came up with further prodding, and it wasn't something that could hide so quickly. Right now, he had other priorities--other people to look for. Clover. She had been there with him, and if she had been brought here too, then. Well, he was sure he couldn't dawdle. Certainly, Clover was looking for him too.
abilities + samples. ( end. )
Items/Weapons: Just his clothes.
Sample Entry: an old post here!
Sample Entry Two: It was an interesting chain of events that Snake experienced, he had to say; a laundry list of things, all done with a deathly calmness and careful observation. He woke to the alarm like it was something simply meant to rouse him during a regular day, got off the bed like it was the bed he had chosen to sleep in and always had slept in, and wandered about the room after the initial moment of questioning, like he had knocked out drunk and only after a moment of thought recalled the events of the night before. No panic, no questioning, no… anything.
He was used to it. Sure, there was the slight hesitation, the thoughts back to the past and the slight sigh he had let out when he realized this wasn't anything like the past two times he had experienced waking up in a brand new place ( "A third time," simultaneous with his rising off the sheets, "Truly not a lucky streak at all." ), but beyond that there was only discovery. He touched here and there, but not without purpose--that something was there, he knew, but not what, and that was why he touched. He had discovered: a window he didn't dwell on ( for what good was appearances for someone who was blind? No truths in that ), bed after bed ( whose occupants he may have politely engaged in polite, distant, suspect conversation ), the walls, the room, the phone, the way out, the outside. The latter was where he is now, thinking about the current situation, his hands running down the old, battered cellphone with interest; he wondered what the point of giving them a communication device was if they had deemed it fit to kidnap them.
A game?
What kind of game… He wasn't alone, but most seemed to be as lost as he was. Or, they at least acted as such. And a phone… Something that was only necessary if they wanted them to connect over a large distance, so surely they had expected them to wander. Their intentions he wasn't sure of yet, but…
Even if he wasn't capable of sight, he was capable of discerning the fact that this place--town, whatever it was--wasn't exactly a bustling metropolis. It wasn't enough to give him a slight chill, but he understood that it could very well do so to someone else. Abandoned, he might call it… there weren't much footsteps, not much life, and the silence had a slight undertone of fear. Or, well, he thought so. But he wasn't frequently wrong. Still, there wasn't any point wondering with the whys, the hows--the truth was something that came up with further prodding, and it wasn't something that could hide so quickly. Right now, he had other priorities--other people to look for. Clover. She had been there with him, and if she had been brought here too, then. Well, he was sure he couldn't dawdle. Certainly, Clover was looking for him too.
He searched.