[b][i]Roleplayer Profile[/i][/b]

[b]Age:[/b] 17

[b]Frequency Online:[/b] Daily

[b]Favorite Ice Cream:[/b] Cookie dough

[b]Occupation:[/b] Student

[b]College (Double) Major:[/b] Mass Communications and Broadcasting & Graphic Design

[b]Any Fandoms You Enjoy:[/b] Doctor Who (including Classics!), Homestuck, Trigun, Death Note, Various other anime, MLP: FiM, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Pokemon, Digimon, Adventure Time, Legend of Zelda, Welcome to Night Vale… did I get everything?

[b]Writing Sample:[/b]
[hider=Wheee]GM chuckled at Leon’s remark about what happens to those who create ‘immortal and unstoppable beings’. “I doubt I’ll have anything to worry about.” He told Leon. “These creatures will be completely under my control. They’ll have minds of their own, yes, but simple ones – minds that would never question authority, and that I can override at any time. I can always call them off if they take something too far or, in a worst case scenario, delete them.” He grinned. 

“As for the beta testing, well, you’ll see when we get there.” He chuckled. “Though I should make sure first that you’re properly set up for it…” he mused, minimizing his work with Rin momentarily to look for something else, quickly rifling through folders filled with long lists of files, most of which were labeled with obscure names consisting of seemingly meaningless jumbles of letters and numbers. He stopped at a file whose name stood out from the rest, called “Basilix”. Opening the file temporarily revealed not the image of GM’s dragon, though, but rather that of a more humanoid lizard-man. He quickly waved his hand and shoved the image off the “screen”, however, instead pulling up a long list of code that also seemed to be part of the file – the programming language in question unidentifiable. Minimizing that as well, he went looking for another something else, this time opening a folder containing far fewer items - only “rpg001”, “rpg002”, “rpg003” and “rpg004”. He opened “rpg004”, but an error message appeared in place of a visual display. GM closed out of it so quickly that the message could barely be read, but it seemed to say something along the lines of something being “incompatible” and therefore “could not be displayed”. Regardless, Godmodder was still able to pull up a similar list of code. Retrieving the Basilix code, he highlighted a sizable chunk of it, then copied and pasted into rpg004’s. After that, he took a moment to quickly proofread the code, his eyes expertly skimming the vast text to ensure that everything was correct. “There; it should work now.” He spoke up, saving. 

After that, GM spent the next ten minutes or so similarly playing around with his program – whatever it was – particularly editing the new Rin. After messing around with the code and adding a few aesthetic changes, like adding some flame-like violet streaks running from the creature’s forelegs along its sides, he finally took a deep breath and laid his folded-up computer on the floor. 

“Alright, I’m ready.” He told Leon, standing up and walking to the far wall. “We’ll need more room, though…” he hummed, before spreading his hands out in front of him and watching as the far wall flew backwards, and the two adjacent walls in the newly created hallway pushed out away from each other, creating a large, empty space in front of them, about the size of a high school gymnasium. At first, the area almost looked like void, but closer inspection would reveal edges where the walls met the floor and so forth, and like a freshly-produced polaroid photo, the black of said walls, ceiling and floor slowly shifted into a generic-looking dark blue. “Ahhhh now [i]this[/i] is finally starting to look like my old place!!” he cheered, running out into the open area and leaping into the air as a plain-looking office swivel chair appeared beneath him, catching the eccentric figure as his shins landed on the seat cushion and his arms grabbed onto the back support of the chair, laughing the whole way as inertia pushed him forward and into a spinning motion around the chair’s rotational axis. 

“And now for the fun part!!” he grinned wildly, beckoning Leon to follow him into the new room as he rested his arms on the top of the back of the chair. Once the roleplayer entered, GM snapped his fingers and six duplicates of the new Rin appeared in the open space, their eyes locked on Leon as they all began to growl and snarl. “Now then,” GM spoke as he stood up on the seat, pointing his finger dramatically at Leon with his grin spread wide. “Sic ‘im, girls!!”[/hider]

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[b][i]Character Profile[/i][/b]

[b]Status:[/b] Permanent (as far as I am aware; I will notify you if this changes)

[b]Opening and Closing Post:[/b] Links TBA

[b]First Name:[/b] Linda

[b]Last Name:[/b] Welsky

[b]Born:[/b] March 15th 1996, NYC

[b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Observer/Pix/pictures/2012/12/14/1355502167727/Teenage-girl-wearing-knit-008.jpg]Link[/url]

[b]4 Positive Adjectives:[/b] Strong-willed, passionate, free-thinking, adventurous

[b]2 Negative Adjectives:[/b] Stubborn, mouthy

[b]Family:[/b] Lives only with her mother, no siblings.

[b]Education:[/b] High school

[b]3 Hobbies or Talents:[/b] Tarot card readings, skateboarding, watching Netflix documentaries

[b]2 Fears:[/b] Not being able to spend her life doing something she enjoys, developing addictions

[b]A Glimpse of…[/b]

Linda glowered down at her coffee, standing outside Starbucks early in the morning. “I drink too much caffeine.” she said to herself, having only taken a few sips and already feeling guilty about buying it. If one were to ask anyone else, though, she wouldn’t look like a caffeine addict; she’d only just recently gotten into the habit of drinking it regularly each morning — and that was her problem. [i]I don’t wanna be dependent on this stuff.[/i] she thought to herself. [i]I shouldn’t [b]need[/b] it to wake up each morning.[/i] she told herself as she guiltily sipped her beverage on her way to work, trying to limit how much she consumed. 

She worked at Subway — didn’t want to go to college right after high school, not if she didn’t know what career she would go there for. After all her mom was still paying off loans and she’s working retail! What an investment. Kind of hard for her mother to convince her to go when she was such a shining example of the college system’s success. Linda wanted to take a year off and figure out what it was she would do with her life. Unfortunately, nothing had come to her yet. Every morning on her walk to work she thought about how ironic it was that Subway was all about being able to decide what you want and yet she couldn’t decide at all. If that was even irony. She really didn’t know anymore. 

She thought about a lot of the same things on her way to work each morning. Like every time she walked past that fortune teller, a small part of her wondered if it were possible to make a living doing the same thing, but she had only recently discovered tarot cards and she still had a lot to learn about fortune-telling techniques, not to mention getting the atmosphere down — something she wasn’t sure she could do since her only experience with it consisted of casually giving readings to her friends and being all, “Woooow isn’t it crazy how well it applies to your life? The cards know, girl”. Plus, how would she even get a business like this started? These doubts shot down the idea just about every morning. 

This morning, however, was one that wasn’t exactly like the rest, because of a very peculiar flier that caught her attention as she walked by. “…What the hell. Is this for real?” she asked out loud, giving the extremely casual offer for a journey across the universe from a supposed alien life form a second read, laughing as she tore the poster off the telephone pole it clung to and gave it a closer look. “What even is this?” she asked, now looking at both the front and the back of the strange offer. “Man, I gotta look into this later.” she decided as she folded it up and slipped it into her pocket, continuing her usual route to work.