Oh wow, nice application! Where did you get the character idea from? Har har har! It's cool your entire family is into anime so much, it's always good to have something your whole family can relate to. (BTW, I'm not a Bronie, so... meh. xD. I don't hate 'em though! Just don't care for 'em. Tis all. Oh, and what's wrong with Barbie? Nah, I'm fine with that one. But, only if you make custom furniture out of toothpicks and stuff. Oh, and Schtroumpfs! This might be why they thought I was gay... oh well.) I can tell at the end you started to feel awkward, so you kind of cut it short, and started jumbling up your thoughts. Understandable, especially due to the content.

You are fourteen, which is something I expected from your writing skills, knowledge, and general character biographies. 

Now, going into 'GM' mode, let's see how much of this I can pick out from an RP App Perspective.

You left out your last name, and 4d power... but duh, for obvious reasons. Your Appearance is much better, though doesn't specify clothing. Again, understandable because real humans don't wear single outfits for their entire lives. I think your bio is much MUCH better than your characters, even though I think it might be smaller! It has actual content, and helps me connect with the character more, despite those things would be useless to mention in an RP scenario ([color=ed1c24][u][i][b]EDIT: I meant in THIS RP scenario.[/b][/i][/u][/color]) But, the way you wrote it, and the things you've mentioned has defined your character to a point I would say accepted. Of course, my OCD is acting up with the list in the middle of your bio (Though, it's better than one giant paragraph, as I see it has accidentally helped create two), and the overuse of smiley faces and tons and tons of periods. Plus, the very ending does actually get pretty jumbled up and hard to follow, but for reasons I earlier above are understandable.

I think you may have learned a bit from this experiment, as well as I. Your app right there is your absolute limits, which means if that's not acceptable, your characters would never be. But, I believe it is acceptable in my eyes, which means you [i]are[/i] capable of writing a character we will all enjoy and be fine with accepting!

Here is my app below!

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Username: Teknonick | Character Name: Nicholas "Nicky" Connor Bragg | Character Age: 1/1/1996 (Midnight 100%!), 19 years old | Character Gender: Male

[b]Appearance[/b]:
5'10"-5'11" inches tall, at an unhealthy 100-110 pounds. I have naturally brown curly hair, which has been kept long and tangled for most of my life. It has been dyed black in the past, though it has faded since the last dye. My eyes are dark-hazel, changing to several dark colors, though they haven't always been. I have a small mustache growing in, like peach fuzz, and two or three hairs on my chin. I have dark spots on my face, though there are not a lot, and they are not [i]very[/i] dark.

My arms are slightly longer than usual, and my torso is slightly long as well. I have a sunken chest, which look's like someone punched my with a fist made of iron. I have absolutely no muscles to call my own. I'm of American heritage, with very pale skin. I tend to literally pull out whatever I feel is comfortable out of the drawers and my closet to wear. If I'm going out of the house, I might specifically pick jeans, and a good looking shirt.

[b]Fourth Dimensional Power[/b]: Um... I... don't have a 4d power... but I do have other powers. I probably shouldn't mention them though. I don't want to freak anyone out, ya know?

[hider=Bio:]Starting with my birth, I was a New Years Baby. I came out, [i]literally[/i] on the stroke of midnight. On the exact second. Though, I was breach, because I decided during one of my mother's baths I wanted to flip myself upside down and get stuck. Yep, even before birth I was a very funny baby. It turned out, that since I was a breach birth, I wasn't 'technically' a New Years Baby, since they could have planned it. But the truth was, no one was even paying attention to the time, because of all the stress going on. It just happens a doctor turned and saw the seconds hand strike midnight, along with the others, at the exact time they pulled me out. Everyone cheered at first, until they found out another hospital claimed their baby (Several minutes AFTER me, AND they planned for a New Years Baby, but had no 'medical' help...) as the New Years Baby, and received thousands of dollars worth of baby stuff.

I lived in Maryland, a State within the United States of America, for some of my early years. I was the second born, with an older brother born of another father. He was several years older than I... probably five, or six... I'm not exactly sure.... He had gone through school for a few years, but ended up being bullied. He was taken out of school, which is when my mom started to home school. When I started, I did all the simple stuff. Sit down, cut up magazines, glue them back together, and complain. My reward for completing the [i]extremely[/i] hard work was to go and play with my older brother. My older brother played all sorts of games, mainly on the brand new Nintendo 64. I absolutely adored the game Zelda, but I couldn't play it due to my age. I had to convince my older brother to play the game for me, so I could watch and tell him what to do. "Hit that chicken! Now run! No, why did you let yourself get killed!?" it was fun. But, my older brother has his darker side. He's very manipulative, and would always want something in return. "I'll play Zelda... if you make me a sandwich first. Then, we will go down and I pick a sports game you don't like, but I do. [i]Then[/i], I [i]might[/i] think about playing the game you want." was usually what would happen. Or possibly I play three games he likes, then I get one game I like. Or he would flip a coin to decide things... and he would not flip it if was his side, or flip it was my side. So, he always won in those situations. Despite my hatred for him always tricking me, I still loved playing him, and loved how he could 'just do stuff' that made no sense. "How can you click the buttons faster than once every second!? I can't even hold the controller!"

We moved to Virginia in 2,000, a year that made it very easy for us to all remember. This is the house I live in now, which I didn't want to move to at first... but I have now come to love and adore! I was slightly older, though I was still doing similar homework. Those first few years after we moved was when my older brother would do the whole "I play one of our game, for three of mine" stuff, not so much before. Plus, this is when I started to learn how to use a computer! Though, we had a few rules in the house about them. I can't do anything on the internet without my older brother looking over me, which he was very good at. He didn't abuse that power, as I thought he might have. Also, I couldn't play any mature rated games (Except for blood and violence stuff. We don't care about that.) I also found out we could 'unlock' curse words with age! One you hit ten, you get ONE curse word which is pre-picked for you. At ten, you get hell. You can't abuse it though, and you can't say it around non-family/not-immediate-family. You also can't use it online either, or use it against people. At eleven, it's damn. Twelve is crap. Then, when you're thirteen you start to get two curse words! Once you're eighteen, you get the F word everyone knows about, as well as everything else in the book. But, you have to still use them maturely. I for one didn't like cursing. My older brother even tried to get me to say words I wasn't supposed to when no one else was around. Even though I knew he wouldn't tell on me, I just [i]knew[/i], I still didn't want to. Not because I would get in trouble, but because it was wrong. Mom and dad said so! Isn't that enough?

Once my older brother turned eighteen, he moved out after using a few bad choice words around a certain important figure head. He claimed he was leaving anyway, and was going to stay with his biological father anyway. Since then, I've been maturing, and taking care of myself more. I still wasn't allowed on the internet for awhile... but eventually I did, as I was old enough, and pretty much had to since I couldn't have anyone watch over me anymore. Ever since then, I have matured greatly. I was a complete child back then, crying over everything, and being upset all the time, and getting grounded. I think I've only been grounded... at ABSOLUTE MAX three times since my brother has left. Before then I was grounded every other week or so... mainly because of the game issues. Before my brother moved out, I had a younger brother. He was so young... and annoying! But awesome. We loved him very much, and I just couldn't wait to be the better brother my older brother wasn't to me. As he got older, I didn't notice he was able to speak. Or suddenly playing games. Or at the point where he's actually on the internet on his own, and looking things up! I feel very proud of him, and have noticed the changes in him that he is experiencing differently than I had.

I've figured out I am very good at reading people. In person, and through the internet even. I have thought about my entire life many times, and have thought of 'what if' scenarios thousands of times, figuring I would be better then... or worse then... but, in the end, I've decided what has happened throughout my life has made me a very kind and gentle person. Only recently have I become more aggressive and self sufficient. I do realize this, and actually get angry at myself for being the way I am. I've figured I am more angry (It's only slight. I'm just not as nice as I'd like to be. I'm more of a 75% than the 90% I used to be.) mainly because I'm more independent... as it is an outcome. If I'm 100% sweet and innocent, I simply wouldn't function at all. So, I've come to reason with myself it is a must in my personality to change as it has, otherwise I simply wouldn't survive in the world.

In the last year or so, I have graduated home-school, through an official process which actually allows me to show it to people and say "HA! I'm not as dumb as I looked!" even though I didn't have to do a test for it. Hehe. Since I've graduated, I've had nothing but free time. That wasn't working out so well, so my parents decided I needed to either start working, or volunteer. I did neither. They noticed I loved playing a game called Garry's Mod, and specifically playing around with helicopters and airplanes, so they decided I liked airplanes! The truth is, I have an addiction with gaming, and I will never truly like anything as much as gaming and role playing... but, flying has turned out to be a close second! I've done pretty well... and proven I actually can do it. I've taken the tests and passed, I've started taking actual flight lessons outside of a classroom (In the air, as opposed to in a book), I've driven to the airport by myself... and now, I'm making actual pilot decisions. I check the weather on my own. I make flight plans to where we fly. I go through the checklist, and ensure we're safe for flight. I talk through the radios. I do all of that on my own, as is a huge milestone in my life, as I have never had do to anything like this before. It is still hard, and it is still draining... but, it works. I've almost finished with my first license, with my next step being to move on. My end goal is to become an airliner pilot. I've looked up something called "ATP" which is a 'school' for rapid teaching from either ground zero, or Private Pilot, to Airliner. They even give you a job when you graduate so you can build up hours, and gather income, until you can become an airliner! The problem is... it's EXTREMELY expensive, and my family isn't sure about it. It's still not decided whether I will go or not. At some point I'm still going to have to go to college, as almost no airliner will accept me otherwise, as it's a competition to prove who should be hired.

On top of my recent achievements... is I've met someone. I'm an EXTREMELY awkward person, which has made it impossible for me to ask ANYONE out. My family has thought I as gay for a long time because of such issues. They don't care about that, actually, but they thought I was lying to them for all my life since I couldn't ever explain why I never asked any girls out. This person I've met was part of the same course I went through to get graduated, but was seeing someone else at the time. I kind of liked her during that point... and felt awkward around her, because I knew she had a boyfriend at that point. But, at some point, her boyfriend figured the two of them just didn't work. My mom and her mom ended up pushing me closer to her, because I was (As they thought) less awkward than her, and needed to help stand between her and her ex-boyfriend. She's actually diagnosed with being more awkward than me... but I've never seen it. I've always thought of her as being a much stronger person than I am. We ended up getting pushed together... until the point where I actually asked her out. We never called it being girlfriend and boyfriend... we just said "I really like hanging out with you." and left it at that. Though, in my mind, I'm sure it's more than that. As with my 'magical powers... OooOoOoOh' I believe she thinks the same thing as well. But, since we're both so awkward... neither of us has been able to ask it. It's moving slowly at the moment, which is how I like it. Sadly with my career in mind, I can't push much faster with our relationship, even if we wanted to. But, I don't want to just dump her and say "Sorry... but my career is too important. BYEO!" and then jump out the window and explode into a million tiny pieces. I can't just do that. But, if I ever feel like I'm not good for her for any reason, I will cut the relationship, simply because I want the best for her, and I can't be selfish to hold her to me and drag her down. I hope it doesn't ever come close to something like that, but it's a possibility. 
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