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Is there going to be a name for this city we all live in?
Name: Adam Fiedler
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Appearance:
Adam is 5’10” and of an average build—definitely not scrawny but by no means a body builder. He has shaggy blonde hair, dark brown eyes, dimples, and a tattoo across his collarbone that says “There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed.” Adam’s typical attire rides somewhere between classy casual and hipster. Judging by all the brands he wears, most people assume money definitely isn’t a big issue for Adam… which is, in fact, true.
Personality: laid back, impulsive, spontaneous, snarky, cynical, charismatic, dishonest
Bio: Adam has lived in ____ since he was 4. He grew up as the eldest son of a very successful military general, his father, and lawyer, his mother. Growing up, it was obvious that Adam was a very clever boy and a fast learner. He never connected very well with his father, who was always away, however, and refused to end up like one of those ‘sissy boys’ that clung to their mothers all the time just because their fathers weren’t around. “I’d like to retain at least some semblance of my masculinity if you don’t mind, mother,” he would often say whenever he refused to help do dishes, make dinner, clean laundry, change his siblings’ diapers, or go out grocery shopping. This resulted in him having a very rocky relationship with his mother, who worked long hours and was constantly trying to find ways to punish him for his refusal to be anything but a “temporary resident” in her home.
Adam didn’t learn until after his parent’s divorce the kind of pain and suffering he had put his mother through. Although it didn’t exactly cause him to a undergo a complete 360 morality-wise, Adam at least tried to be more of a big brother and good example to his siblings—no longer so uncaring about his family members, Adam does his best to make his mother proud and, although a bit grudgingly, has made more of an effort to also be kinder to his younger siblings.... His father died one year ago in a freak accident and since the divorce his mother has moved back to her hometown, which is only about an hour from where Adam lives. She’s since remarried.
He’s been attending the local college in ____ for almost 3 years now—seeking out a degree in Computer Programming. For the last 2 years Adam has been living in an apartment with his girlfriend, Melissa, but lately things have been starting to deteriorate and he expects it’ll be over soon. He currently interns at one of the local businesses and can occasionally be found doing vocals with some musician friends at one of the local cafes.
Relations: Charlotte Gardner (mother - lives in the next town over), Erwin Fiedler (father - deceased), Mila Fiedler (sister, 16), Benjamin Fiedler (brother, 14), Zachary Samuelson (half-brother, 4)
Fears: butterflies, moths, small birds
Back Ache: Unknown
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Appearance:
Adam is 5’10” and of an average build—definitely not scrawny but by no means a body builder. He has shaggy blonde hair, dark brown eyes, dimples, and a tattoo across his collarbone that says “There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed.” Adam’s typical attire rides somewhere between classy casual and hipster. Judging by all the brands he wears, most people assume money definitely isn’t a big issue for Adam… which is, in fact, true.
Personality: laid back, impulsive, spontaneous, snarky, cynical, charismatic, dishonest
Bio: Adam has lived in ____ since he was 4. He grew up as the eldest son of a very successful military general, his father, and lawyer, his mother. Growing up, it was obvious that Adam was a very clever boy and a fast learner. He never connected very well with his father, who was always away, however, and refused to end up like one of those ‘sissy boys’ that clung to their mothers all the time just because their fathers weren’t around. “I’d like to retain at least some semblance of my masculinity if you don’t mind, mother,” he would often say whenever he refused to help do dishes, make dinner, clean laundry, change his siblings’ diapers, or go out grocery shopping. This resulted in him having a very rocky relationship with his mother, who worked long hours and was constantly trying to find ways to punish him for his refusal to be anything but a “temporary resident” in her home.
Adam didn’t learn until after his parent’s divorce the kind of pain and suffering he had put his mother through. Although it didn’t exactly cause him to a undergo a complete 360 morality-wise, Adam at least tried to be more of a big brother and good example to his siblings—no longer so uncaring about his family members, Adam does his best to make his mother proud and, although a bit grudgingly, has made more of an effort to also be kinder to his younger siblings.... His father died one year ago in a freak accident and since the divorce his mother has moved back to her hometown, which is only about an hour from where Adam lives. She’s since remarried.
He’s been attending the local college in ____ for almost 3 years now—seeking out a degree in Computer Programming. For the last 2 years Adam has been living in an apartment with his girlfriend, Melissa, but lately things have been starting to deteriorate and he expects it’ll be over soon. He currently interns at one of the local businesses and can occasionally be found doing vocals with some musician friends at one of the local cafes.
Relations: Charlotte Gardner (mother - lives in the next town over), Erwin Fiedler (father - deceased), Mila Fiedler (sister, 16), Benjamin Fiedler (brother, 14), Zachary Samuelson (half-brother, 4)
Fears: butterflies, moths, small birds
Back Ache: Unknown
Looks long enough to me ^_^; I've always preferred quality over quantity myself. It looks just fine I think.
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair. Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?
Oh, and fuzzy apples.
Oh, and fuzzy apples.
Alrighty-- cool beans.
If nobody's going to interact with Liza I guess I'll post again?
Name: Janet “Vixen” Carr
Alias: Vix, Carr
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Occupation: Muscle - but she's really more a sharp shooter/strategist. (She doesn't exactly look very intimidating nor do extraordinarily well when it comes to brute strength or hand-to-hand.)
Appearance:
Vix has dark flowing auburn red hair that falls just past her shoulders-- on the job it's usually tied up into a messy ponytail or side braid. She's has an athletic build with long, slender features. She is rarely ever seen with make-up on or in anything other than earthy colored tank tops, brown combat boots, and dark jeans or cargo pants. She's rarely seen without her leather jacket and bullet proof goggles, which are typically worn around her neck when they aren't in use.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170
Personality: Vix isn’t really what most people would call a “people person”. She’s brutally honest in her dealings with people and seemingly cranky most days as a result of her short fuse and fiery temper. Her trust is a difficult thing to obtain—her sympathy; nigh impossible. She grew up in a tough environment and learned how to be independent and stand on her own two feet. She doesn’t expect anything extra from anybody and, thus, doesn’t want anyone to expect anything extra from her. “I’m here to do my job and get paid. Not be your gorram buddy, buhn dahn,” she’s been known to say in her cockney accent whenever things start to get too "gushy" for her. She likes to keep things simple and would rather stay out of business that doesn't concern her-- you start learning about each others pasts and then you start caring about each other and the inevitable goodbye that comes at the end of every meeting is only made that much more... annoying. Emotions only get in the way. She likes to play the cool, sexy sniper lady who'll sooner kill you in your sleep if you cross her, but her quirks are so aplenty that anyone who really knows her can see through the ruse. She's got a soft spot for kids and despite her harsh exterior and somewhat masculine habits, she's quite the girly girl deep down....
History: Vix, or Janet as she was known throughout her childhood, was born into a seemingly simple and homely merchant family from the moon Dyton. They mainly specialized in distribution and were very involved with their work-- failing to do what most would consider a “good job” when it came to parenthood, but you’ll never hear Vix complain about it. She learned everything she knows and uses in her trade from her father, who helped her develop her keen eyes and encouraged her talent even at a young age. He taught her how to be handy with a knife as well as a gun and use her head. For reasons not yet disclosed her parents were arrested by the Alliance when she was sixteen, but due to her homestead's close proximity with the planet Greenleaf, most can easily guess it probably had something to do with the drug cartel. She went on to live in several different foster homes during the following two years due to her "problematic nature". First chance she got, Vix hopped a ship off that miserable little moon and has been on her own ever since-- taking just about whatever odd job she can find and collecting tools of her trade, as well as plenty of experience, along the way. She doesn't much like to talk about it all. What's it to ya anyway?
Gear: One sniper rifle, four repeater rifles, five shotguns, six handguns (two of which have silencers), 2 tranquilizer guns (one rifle and one hand gun),18 ornate daggers (a few of which are hung up on the walls of her room...) and several other various equipment such as materials to make pipe bombs and smoke bombs, a bottle of chloroform-like substance, some flashlights, night vision goggles, and three tracking devices. Most of her stuff is kept locked up in a chest in her room. On most jobs she usually holsters a hand gun on each hip, straps one dagger to her right thigh, slips another down the back of her left boot, and brings one rifle and one shotgun-- both slung over her back.
Misc:
Alias: Vix, Carr
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Occupation: Muscle - but she's really more a sharp shooter/strategist. (She doesn't exactly look very intimidating nor do extraordinarily well when it comes to brute strength or hand-to-hand.)
Appearance:
Vix has dark flowing auburn red hair that falls just past her shoulders-- on the job it's usually tied up into a messy ponytail or side braid. She's has an athletic build with long, slender features. She is rarely ever seen with make-up on or in anything other than earthy colored tank tops, brown combat boots, and dark jeans or cargo pants. She's rarely seen without her leather jacket and bullet proof goggles, which are typically worn around her neck when they aren't in use.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170
Personality: Vix isn’t really what most people would call a “people person”. She’s brutally honest in her dealings with people and seemingly cranky most days as a result of her short fuse and fiery temper. Her trust is a difficult thing to obtain—her sympathy; nigh impossible. She grew up in a tough environment and learned how to be independent and stand on her own two feet. She doesn’t expect anything extra from anybody and, thus, doesn’t want anyone to expect anything extra from her. “I’m here to do my job and get paid. Not be your gorram buddy, buhn dahn,” she’s been known to say in her cockney accent whenever things start to get too "gushy" for her. She likes to keep things simple and would rather stay out of business that doesn't concern her-- you start learning about each others pasts and then you start caring about each other and the inevitable goodbye that comes at the end of every meeting is only made that much more... annoying. Emotions only get in the way. She likes to play the cool, sexy sniper lady who'll sooner kill you in your sleep if you cross her, but her quirks are so aplenty that anyone who really knows her can see through the ruse. She's got a soft spot for kids and despite her harsh exterior and somewhat masculine habits, she's quite the girly girl deep down....
History: Vix, or Janet as she was known throughout her childhood, was born into a seemingly simple and homely merchant family from the moon Dyton. They mainly specialized in distribution and were very involved with their work-- failing to do what most would consider a “good job” when it came to parenthood, but you’ll never hear Vix complain about it. She learned everything she knows and uses in her trade from her father, who helped her develop her keen eyes and encouraged her talent even at a young age. He taught her how to be handy with a knife as well as a gun and use her head. For reasons not yet disclosed her parents were arrested by the Alliance when she was sixteen, but due to her homestead's close proximity with the planet Greenleaf, most can easily guess it probably had something to do with the drug cartel. She went on to live in several different foster homes during the following two years due to her "problematic nature". First chance she got, Vix hopped a ship off that miserable little moon and has been on her own ever since-- taking just about whatever odd job she can find and collecting tools of her trade, as well as plenty of experience, along the way. She doesn't much like to talk about it all. What's it to ya anyway?
Gear: One sniper rifle, four repeater rifles, five shotguns, six handguns (two of which have silencers), 2 tranquilizer guns (one rifle and one hand gun),18 ornate daggers (a few of which are hung up on the walls of her room...) and several other various equipment such as materials to make pipe bombs and smoke bombs, a bottle of chloroform-like substance, some flashlights, night vision goggles, and three tracking devices. Most of her stuff is kept locked up in a chest in her room. On most jobs she usually holsters a hand gun on each hip, straps one dagger to her right thigh, slips another down the back of her left boot, and brings one rifle and one shotgun-- both slung over her back.
Misc:
Alright-- cool!
Captain Jenno said “You’re right, I’ll also be a lot nicer. And handsomer.”
“You only get to pick one, son.”
“And you picked neither?”
“Why I oughta…”
AHHHHHHHH SNAP!
LOL /dead
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A Distopian Type Fan-Fiction RP based on the Future of Foster Home for Imaginary Friends
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12 yrs ago
Forum: General Interest Checks
I like the sound of it so far! If I may suggest/ask some things....
Firstly, and I don't know if you were already doing this (it was kind of hard to tell just from the one paragraph), but I think it would make sense to say that only a certain number of children retain their ability to produce imaginary friends during their transition from a baby to an infant. (Just thinking about the number of scribbles that were in that closet at Foster's makes me think all babies probably have the ability, but you could just as well say that only a certain number of children have the ability at all. Babies probably have volatile imaginations just as well-- like that girl Goo who kept making like a ton of imaginary friends for no reason, so maybe gifted babies are just prone to keep cranking out scribbles. Either way, I think it would make sense. Perhaps, in addition to that-- there is an extremely rare number of people who retain the ability into adulthood as well?
Also, is there going to be a cap put on how many imaginary friends regular people are able to make? It never goes that in depth in the show, obviously, but for an RP I think some sort of limit would have to exist....
This is more of a question, but also-- would I be correct in assuming that the governement would use imaginary friends as more than just weapons? I mean-- with all that expansion, they'd need a way to keep up so they would probably be enslaving imaginary friends as workers, right?
I think this is a really cool sounding idea so far and I'm excited to hear more about what you're planning.
Firstly, and I don't know if you were already doing this (it was kind of hard to tell just from the one paragraph), but I think it would make sense to say that only a certain number of children retain their ability to produce imaginary friends during their transition from a baby to an infant. (Just thinking about the number of scribbles that were in that closet at Foster's makes me think all babies probably have the ability, but you could just as well say that only a certain number of children have the ability at all. Babies probably have volatile imaginations just as well-- like that girl Goo who kept making like a ton of imaginary friends for no reason, so maybe gifted babies are just prone to keep cranking out scribbles. Either way, I think it would make sense. Perhaps, in addition to that-- there is an extremely rare number of people who retain the ability into adulthood as well?
Also, is there going to be a cap put on how many imaginary friends regular people are able to make? It never goes that in depth in the show, obviously, but for an RP I think some sort of limit would have to exist....
This is more of a question, but also-- would I be correct in assuming that the governement would use imaginary friends as more than just weapons? I mean-- with all that expansion, they'd need a way to keep up so they would probably be enslaving imaginary friends as workers, right?
I think this is a really cool sounding idea so far and I'm excited to hear more about what you're planning.
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