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Be Yourself

Not really, but I know I've played characters that people hated- Zaen being one xD

especially in the RPs where he had the 'future-sight' ability and could see everything that everyone would do

Symphonic Solar System Slaughter

"Hello," Mr. Arvardson, still reading the magazine. "And Perpetual Repeat lost the match."

Nameless Land: A Journey Beyond Shores

Guess Who said
Boboclown89's new picture actually looks less scary than the one before.

I just wanted a new Avatar that was just a clown and a sig that was kitties :3
I like em

Parallel Voyagers

Axeka pulled up the menu again, and went into a section titled 'radiowaves', meant for if Axeka needed to contact for backup, medical assistance, etc. There were no radios in the assault behicle, so she had to assume that they took it with them. The radiowaves menu popped up another screen with the local waves of radio energy, and it pulled up multiple, but one labeled 'Astung 117 - 203 RADIO/DISPATCH'. She hacked into it, and immediately there were sounds coming from the menu of three different men talking in Chinese. They quickly realized they were being listened through due to a light on the Radio, and shut up. She clicked a button that gave them the locationof the Chinese soldiers. Axeka set the car to autopilot to where they were, and the car swevered to the side of the road where there was desert and then over to a mountain, a small cave being located in it. Inside were three soldiers staring at a radio while around a campfire. They realized the hovercar was there and began shouting in Chinese, translating into English: "Chinese, defend!" they shouted as they ducked for cover and held guns aiming at the hovercar. Axeka, pistol at her side, got out of the hovercar. She approached the cave, the Chinese shouting: "Not one step!" Axeka motioned for the others to come.

Symphonic Solar System Slaughter

Mr. Arvarhdson sat on a couch in the lounge, thinking over the last battle, because improvements were always necessary. "Is that so, PR?" he asked as he drank his glass of gilded wine. "It was a fair fight. We'll see if you actually were putting on a show for the crowd next time we fight." he sips his wine. "Other than that, you fought well. Good game." he sips his wine and read his magazine.

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Rygoon was in the training room, punching and kicking away at the training dummies. "Hya!" he grunted as he kicked the arge punching bag where the fighter's neck would be. He drank some water, as this was for some reason his favorite drink, and headed back to the training lounge. "We'll see who's the best fighter in a free-for-all." he said. He wasn't saying he was the best, he wasn't egotistic like that. But he did know of his own skill. And he had heard something about a free-for-all, so that seemed interesting.

One's True Color- a Super Power Rp

I'm just waiting

An Army of animals

I think it's just you and me left in this, Katherin :/

An Army of animals

Zaen took a ball and snickered, approaching the hoop. He was a fairly good shot, making ten out of seventeen baskets, so far.

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Adam took a ball and approached a different hoop than Zaen. He was a good shot, and made seventeen out of twenty baskets, so far.

Symphonic Solar System Slaughter

Bluebe123 said
Has everyone fought yet?

I think so, one of my characters hasn't though

⇐ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ⇒

6'1'', brown messy hair, 179 lbs, brown eyes

Name: Alexander Shaun
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Home Location: Albany, in a two story house in a small suburb
Occupation: Accountant
Reason: He has to get money to pay for his drug addiction
Personality:
+ Smart, especially with numbers
+ Optimistic, doesn't usually ever like to consult or think about the bad side of things, but rather the good side
+ He cares deeply for the people he loves, and likely would do a lot to protect them (also meaning that when he has friends or family, he's not likely to lose them)

- Easily addicted to things (Cocaine, etc)
- Not as 'in the real world' as most other people (zones out a lot, doesn't think like other people do (morals, reasonings for desicions, etc), etc)
- Intense pressure may cause him to blackout. The only type of intense pressure that would do this was pressure that would destory even his optimism.

Small Biography: Born in Albany, New York, he grew up in a normal household as an only child. His father was an Accountant and his mother was a teacher at a preschool. He didn't make a lot of friends at schools in his childhood, but when he did, he kept those friends for most of his childhood. The only thing that made his childhood different from other children was how he thought. His morals, decisions, and other stuff like that weren't like other people's. For example, pain. He felt pain normally, but reacted to it less than most others. When other people got hurt, unless they were a friend or family that he cared for, their pain didn't make him wince or affect him at all. Or animals, where he didn't really see them the same. Cats weren't cute, they were just trying to snuggle to the dominant species, dogs weren't loyal, humans sheltered them and so dogs would make sure that didn't change, etc. Other than that, fairly normal. He grew up and went off to college, got a degree, and took after his father as an accountant.

Pretty much normal life after that, he got a wife, got two kids (boy and girl), and lived life. Around the age of 22, when his children were still about only one year old each, he got addicted to Cocaine, but had to keep that a secret. Every Saturday he'd go out and calm his addiction. Around 24, he couldn't afford enough to calm his addiction, and he started to go into withdrawl. He kept away from his wife and kids for a few days during this time, and recieved the letter. He quickly saw this as the solution to his problem.