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"Gee Sam, this seems like the kinda case that requires the gentle, safe-cracking touch of the sociopathic, sausage-fingered freelance police."
11 yrs ago
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"Gee Sam, this seems like the kinda case that requires the gentle, safe-cracking touch of the sociopathic, sausage-fingered freelance police."
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11 yrs ago
Blue in Dallas
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Rain pattered dismally against the office’s windows, made liquid brass by the faint glow of the streetlamps below, and streaked against the glass like tears. Once, the words “Jennofski & Jennofski” had been painted in gold across these jalouises… but now there was only an outline, a ghost that had lingered, long past its time, when the acid rain had taken the rest to its grave. The Octo P.I. could sympathise with that.
But as long as he remained, those names would never be forgotten. Not in this, the office that had been his home, his sanctuary, and his prison. A perfectly preserved memory, kept sealed within the bell jar of personal tragedy. OctoP.I. sighed, deeply. “Of all the octopode's profiles in all the world… you had to read mine.”
Hi all, Jenno here! Or Captain. I'm your resident blues harpist, and part time octopode! (But let's keep that between you and me, eh? Nobody suspects a thing.) If you want to know anything just drop me a line via DMs and I'll get right back to you!
Darkwolfsoul010 said
Name: Kirina 'Kira' IvgenovaAge: 23Gender: FemaleNationality: RussianModerator ID No.: 107Moderator colour code: Green? Are we supposed to pick, or do you choose for us? Modifier Chosen (lvl 1): PhaserModerator Weapon and Description: Just your basic Halberd. Just gotta stick them with the pointy end. Data flows throughout the weapon's blade, making it glow an icy blue. Moderator’s Appearance:She has a dimple on only her right cheek, that's usually what stands out first, and Kira hates it. No one pays attention to anything else really, not her flaming red hair that hangs in wisps around her head (all natural, as she proudly likes to tell everyone), not her face full of dainty freckles that sprinkle across her nose. No one even pays attention to her round cheeks, which give off a natural pink glow when she's nervous. Just that stupid dimple. Her button nose, coy smile and round, mist green eyes make her look all too much like a living doll, especially when she laughs, when her face is at it's brightest. And the rest of her body doesn't help much with that image. Standing at exactly five feet tall she barely weighs 110 lbs, despite the fact that her favorite pass time is eating. Moderator’s Bio: Long ago, Kira lived with her parents and younger brother at the very outskirts of a large city. The ran their own farm, relying only on what they themselves could provide and program to survive. The programmed their own data crops and animals to live on their own. They didn't think much of the outbreaks in virus activity in the recent months. In fact, her family was sure that the city they lived near would protect them if any threat came near. Unfortunately this was not the case. The city, being to busy protecting those within its walls, could not spend the effort to help a small family stuck in the outskirts. To bad Kira's family didn't know. It came silently, and it left silently. One moment Kira was hanging laundry in the backyard with her mother, and suddenly her mother had pixelated. Frozen where she stood, all the data that was intertwined with her body had glitched and then she was gone. Behind her, a gigantic monster. The thing stood in their field and consumed all that around it which contained any data at all. This included, the crops, the house, the mother, the father and the younger brother. Miraculously, Kira lived. Kira had always had a weak brain, but a smart brain. Somewhere in her unconscious it knew that the death of her entire family would drive her into insanity. So her brain did the only thing it could to save her body. Kira, by some miracle, developed Dissociative Amnesia. After the city found her, unconscious in the center of an empty field she could not understand what had happened. In fact, she didn't know anything about herself or where she came from. She could not remember. All she knew was that she had to fight to stop the viruses. Oh, and the illness took one more thing from her, half her emotions. Her brain had completely erased everything that could cause Kira to remember what had happened. Sadness, anger, empathy, these feelings were wiped clean and what was left was an almost insane, constantly happy, girl who lacked readability. Much like a five year old, tearing the wings off of a helpless bug, Kira could just as soon turn on her allies as she could kill a virus, and never understand the difference. And this, this childlike personality, is what put her in the B team.
Hey, looks good! Your colour is something you choose. Somebody has already applied for Green, so would you consider another colour?
Darkwolfsoul010 said
Ah! That's awesome, if you ever need any pointers just let me know, I moved to the US from Russia when I was little. Also, my character is going to be Russian xD
Haha, appreciated! I might just take you up on that!
The weapon seems a bit elaborate for a level one moderator (they'll improve over time just as your modifiers do), but everything else seems up to scratch! I'll send you the link the black Initaliser tomorrow, but I think it's about time I hit the hay.
Darkwolfsoul010 said
What all do you speak? My first language is Russian, then English. I'm learning Spanish and Japanese right now as well.
Russian? хорошо, I'm learning Russian! I speak English and Scottish Gaelic natively, and I've learned Italian and Spanish so far. Russian is the next goal, and after that, Cantonese.
Darkwolfsoul010 said
Hello all! I'm Dark. Or Tatiana, whichever you prefer. Fun fact: English isn't really my first language, so please don't be mad if you see some grammatical errors.
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[i]Rain pattered dismally against the office’s windows, made liquid brass by the faint glow of the streetlamps below, and streaked against the glass like tears. Once, the words “Jennofski & Jennofski” had been painted in gold across these jalouises… but now there was only an outline, a ghost that had lingered, long past its time, when the acid rain had taken the rest to its grave.
The Octo P.I. could sympathise with that.
But as long as he remained, those names would never be forgotten. Not in this, the office that had been his home, his sanctuary, and his prison.
A perfectly preserved memory, kept sealed within the bell jar of personal tragedy.
OctoP.I. sighed, deeply.
“Of all the octopode's profiles in all the world… you had to read mine.” [/i]
Hi all, Jenno here! Or Captain. I'm your resident blues harpist, and part time octopode! (But let's keep that between you and me, eh? Nobody suspects a thing.)
If you want to know anything just drop me a line via DMs and I'll get right back to you!
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><span class="bb-i">Rain pattered dismally against the office’s windows, made liquid brass by the faint glow of the streetlamps below, and streaked against the glass like tears. Once, the words “Jennofski & Jennofski” had been painted in gold across these jalouises… but now there was only an outline, a ghost that had lingered, long past its time, when the acid rain had taken the rest to its grave. <br>The Octo P.I. could sympathise with that. <br><br>But as long as he remained, those names would never be forgotten. Not in this, the office that had been his home, his sanctuary, and his prison. <br>A perfectly preserved memory, kept sealed within the bell jar of personal tragedy. <br>OctoP.I. sighed, deeply. <br>“Of all the octopode's profiles in all the world… you had to read mine.” </span><br><br>Hi all, Jenno here! Or Captain. I'm your resident blues harpist, and part time octopode! (But let's keep that between you and me, eh? Nobody suspects a thing.)<br>If you want to know anything just drop me a line via DMs and I'll get right back to you!</div>