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Get it back! Google how to!
I did that once and it worked. Depends on the browser/ typing program tho
I did that once and it worked. Depends on the browser/ typing program tho
I'll be posting soon, just need to know if its okay for me to summon three beowolves to our team's general direction. Just to get some action started (:
Rumble is a fun character and Vi is defiantly gonna enjoy spending her money on him
Question tho: How tall is he, and how tall is his robot? It'd be helpful info for my writing ; w ;
Question tho: How tall is he, and how tall is his robot? It'd be helpful info for my writing ; w ;
Violet listened to the apparent alien named Galaxian or Rumble ramble on about how he was a great crime fighter, and while most would be frightened by a talking, walking puff ball that had control of a robot, Vi couldn't help but smile and play along. Once his great speech was completed, she removed the look of shock from her face and clapped, grinning. Aliens weren't a rarity nowadays; she had seen plenty back at His lab, so it was completely rational for something like Rumble to be here in front of her, prancing about like some ballerina/super hero and spouting what mostly sounded like nonsense. Nonetheless, he was amusing, and a possibly savoir for the bored Vi. Plenty of questions came and went from within her busy mind, but it became obvious that he wasn't prepared to answer any at this time. At his inquiry about food, she stopped clapping and pulled her hood further over her face before turning to point in the direction of the pizzeria she had just wandered away from.
"There's a pizza place just this way. I can treat you to something there, if you'd like." Ack, Vi you idiot! She felt her hidden hand clench, nails cutting into her skin as a way to punish herself for promising to spend the little money she had. Oh well, this was a chance to make a new friend, and seeing as it was an alien her deformity wasn't as odd as it would be to another human. A sheepish smile painted her half-hidden face, and with a hesitant flick of the wrist she instructed Rumble to follow her. Upon exiting the alley, though, she took note of a few anxious looking people who all seemed to be glaring at the back of a floating... Man? Vi could only see his back and weirdly-shaped helmet before he vanished fully behind the pizzeria doors. Violet glanced back at Rumble, then returned her attention to the doors. Shadows moved from behind the tainted glass and frames of the building, and anxiousness made her skin sizzle.
No, don't worry. Worry allows it to spread.
Violet rubbed her hands together hastily, a tick she constantly did whenever she felt nervous. Now, a floating creature wasn't exactly something that would make her anxiety flare, but there was an oppressive feeling that she suddenly noticed as soon as her eyes had settled on the person. That was enough to set it off. No, no, don't worry. Violet pulled her hood over her face again and then dug into her pocket, pulling out five dollars and a bit of change. She counted and re-counted the money, calming her tense nerves silently before turning to smile at Rumble,
"Let's go eat, huh?" The sheepish smile was back, "pizza is great, have you had it before? It's dough, tomato sauce, and cheese, topped with whatever else you would want on it. I'm sure you'll like it, I definitely do!" Vi was rambling a bit, but it was a way to keep her anxiety at bay.
"There's a pizza place just this way. I can treat you to something there, if you'd like." Ack, Vi you idiot! She felt her hidden hand clench, nails cutting into her skin as a way to punish herself for promising to spend the little money she had. Oh well, this was a chance to make a new friend, and seeing as it was an alien her deformity wasn't as odd as it would be to another human. A sheepish smile painted her half-hidden face, and with a hesitant flick of the wrist she instructed Rumble to follow her. Upon exiting the alley, though, she took note of a few anxious looking people who all seemed to be glaring at the back of a floating... Man? Vi could only see his back and weirdly-shaped helmet before he vanished fully behind the pizzeria doors. Violet glanced back at Rumble, then returned her attention to the doors. Shadows moved from behind the tainted glass and frames of the building, and anxiousness made her skin sizzle.
No, don't worry. Worry allows it to spread.
Violet rubbed her hands together hastily, a tick she constantly did whenever she felt nervous. Now, a floating creature wasn't exactly something that would make her anxiety flare, but there was an oppressive feeling that she suddenly noticed as soon as her eyes had settled on the person. That was enough to set it off. No, no, don't worry. Violet pulled her hood over her face again and then dug into her pocket, pulling out five dollars and a bit of change. She counted and re-counted the money, calming her tense nerves silently before turning to smile at Rumble,
"Let's go eat, huh?" The sheepish smile was back, "pizza is great, have you had it before? It's dough, tomato sauce, and cheese, topped with whatever else you would want on it. I'm sure you'll like it, I definitely do!" Vi was rambling a bit, but it was a way to keep her anxiety at bay.
I shall escort Mr. Mouse-Alien to the villain infested pizzeria after everyone else gets a post up
(:
(:
I'm gonna say Blowout, cause he seems to be like the Dr. Light of the group. More of a joker than an actually baddie. Or Wave, cause their power is cool AF
As the sun continued to blare down without regret, Violet attempted to keep herself cool by following the shadow of the Pizza building, which continued to move as the sun drifted lazily across the sky. Her short attention span had kept her semi-busy, as she had eventually begun to wander up and down the length of the building, taking note of some of the stranger looking folk, both on the street and within the windows that she could peer through. So far, she had seen an oddly colorless lady sitting with a man in the pizzeria, a man with pink, mohawk hair, a suspicious looking teen in all black, and a mother and her four children. So many odd things that she didn't have the pleasure of seeing back in the country.
Vi eventually returned to her windowless wall of the corner building, taking a seat on the semi-cool concrete as she began picking at her nails, humming a soft tune. The mid-day rush was beginning, as more people and cars seemed to be rushing by now, yet Vi could only feel herself growing more and more bored with each passing second, despite all the new colors and people and glares that surrounded her. She had no where to be, though, might as well just rot away on the sidewalk for the rest of her life. Those thoughts continued in her head until somewhat flashed, just out of the corner of her eye.
Maybe it was just her imagination.
Maybe it was just another passing car.
But whatever it was, Violet couldn't help but notice. A sudden boom from a nearby alley, the shine of something metallic falling from the sky. Maybe something fell from a construction site... Maybe someone got hurt. Curiosity took hold of reasoning, and Vi glanced around the street before crossing over. Alleyways began to sprung up between the high-rising buildings, and Violet glanced into each one, eyes glowing from beneath the black hood until she finally saw it. A giant, metal, rob- Robot? Well, that was somewhat unexpected. She stood slightly out of view of the contraption, just outside of the alley, and assessed the situation. The concrete was shattered, seems as though this robot did fall from a building, and the cockpit was inhabited by a... What the heck was that? A squirrel? A rat? It was blue, small, and furry and Vi found it to be absolutely adorable.
No wait, yeah it was cute, but how the hell was it piloting a robot?! Maybe it could talk... Maybe it would be friendly, and maybe it was hurt from the fall it most obviously took moments before. Perhaps she could start a conversation, ask if it was alright and, ya know, why it was in a robot. Violet pulled her hood further over her head and moved forward slightly, half entering the alley,
"Uhm...!" Violet waved slightly, hoping to grab the creature's attention, "are, uh, are you okay?"
Vi eventually returned to her windowless wall of the corner building, taking a seat on the semi-cool concrete as she began picking at her nails, humming a soft tune. The mid-day rush was beginning, as more people and cars seemed to be rushing by now, yet Vi could only feel herself growing more and more bored with each passing second, despite all the new colors and people and glares that surrounded her. She had no where to be, though, might as well just rot away on the sidewalk for the rest of her life. Those thoughts continued in her head until somewhat flashed, just out of the corner of her eye.
Maybe it was just her imagination.
Maybe it was just another passing car.
But whatever it was, Violet couldn't help but notice. A sudden boom from a nearby alley, the shine of something metallic falling from the sky. Maybe something fell from a construction site... Maybe someone got hurt. Curiosity took hold of reasoning, and Vi glanced around the street before crossing over. Alleyways began to sprung up between the high-rising buildings, and Violet glanced into each one, eyes glowing from beneath the black hood until she finally saw it. A giant, metal, rob- Robot? Well, that was somewhat unexpected. She stood slightly out of view of the contraption, just outside of the alley, and assessed the situation. The concrete was shattered, seems as though this robot did fall from a building, and the cockpit was inhabited by a... What the heck was that? A squirrel? A rat? It was blue, small, and furry and Vi found it to be absolutely adorable.
No wait, yeah it was cute, but how the hell was it piloting a robot?! Maybe it could talk... Maybe it would be friendly, and maybe it was hurt from the fall it most obviously took moments before. Perhaps she could start a conversation, ask if it was alright and, ya know, why it was in a robot. Violet pulled her hood further over her head and moved forward slightly, half entering the alley,
"Uhm...!" Violet waved slightly, hoping to grab the creature's attention, "are, uh, are you okay?"
For: The Oddball Apartments
"Come near me and I'll beat the shit outta ya!"
Name:
Erin Keller
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Height; Weight:
5'3; 93lbs
Years in Blackwing:
Two
Apartment Number:
2F
Odd Trait:
- Afraid of men
- Recluse
- Amputee (leg/eye)
Physical Descriptions:
Erin is missing a leg and an eye, enough said. Though she does have a scrawny body type and a rather strange hairstyle, it's obvious that those around her would be drawn to the fact that she is missing a few body parts. Other than her deformities, though, Erin could be considered a nice-looking woman, with a round face, small nose and mouth, large, blue eyes, and bleached hair that has a strip of black running through it. She's rather pale, mostly because her skin barely sees the outside light, and is underweight from barely eating. Her hands are elegant and calloused from writing and typing for most of her life, and despite walking about with a crutch she carries around an air of richness that could not have been discarded once she moved away from her overbearing family. She is missing her left leg and right eye from a horrible car accident that occurred when she was still in middle school, and normally hides these deformities with an eye patch and bandages. Has an array of other scars and cuts on her torso and arms, but they are mostly healed. Her outfits of choice are almost always black or gray, and she especially loves crop tops and dresses.
Background Info:
The daughter of a rich and large family, Erin was raised and spoiled as much as the next wealthy kid. She spent her younger days writing and messing around with her father's technology, and was often scolded for doing so. Despite that, she was a surprisingly smart individual, and did well in her classes at school. English and writing were her strong points, while she didn't do so well in the sciences and math portions. She was still praised by her family though, which only helped to inflate her ego a bit (and her collection of stuffed animals and pets). Elementary school blew passed like a breeze, and Erin was happy with a life full of family, friends, and smarts.
Her fear of men was conceived at the age of ten, when her father began to realize that his little girl would be taken from him soon if she were to fall in love with another man. Mr. Keller began to tell her horror stories about men, showing her horrible clips of men, just doing anything to turn his little girl away from the idea of dating another male. It began to backfire, though, when Erin began to grow so scared of men that she would actually run and hide or attack them if one were to get too close. Her father was no exception. The fear could now grow by itself, and with each passing glance at a man it would inflate more and more until Erin couldn't even stand living in the same household as one. She was transferred to an all-girls school, and her father and any male workers or family members were to stay far, far away from her room.
One day after school, during a rather... Calm spell, as Erin would put it, the family had decided to send Erin's father to pick her up from classes. When she entered the car and saw him in the driver seat, though, she emitted an ear-splitting scream and fell back into the street. Fear kept her moving, but not fast enough, as she was struck suddenly with a speeding van. Her leg was crushed, and the debris formed by skidding wheels dug deeply into her right eye, scarring the flesh. The next year was spent in a hospital and rehabilitation center. Her leg and eye had been much too damaged to repair, so they were simply amputated, and Erin had to grow used to not having a leg. By the age of fourteen she was fully prepared to return outside, but her entire attitude had changed. She was much more crass and abrasive, and her fear of men had been somewhat handled with a therapist (but not really).
She went through high school with her head lowered, she lost interest in friends and everything social, and grew much more anxious in crowds, feeling as though everyone would stare at her deformities. She dropped out at the age of seventeen, feeling the pressure was just too much to handle, and Erin became a recluse, staying in her room for most of her days until she was finally kicked out and sent to live by herself in an apartment complex called Blackwing. Her family still sent her money, but only enough for food for the month. Her rent was paid for by her short novels, which she had began to write at the age of seventeen. While she still isn't comfortable around the men of the apartments, Erin is rather curious about the tenants, and will observe them at times by hanging out in the lobby.
Things to Know:
Keller Corp: A company run by Robert and Marie Keller, Erin's parents. Focuses mostly in the electronics industry and have created a variety of tablets, smartphones, and other helpful gadgets. Erin used to be praised just because of her last name by strangers, though it hasn't happened as often anymore.
Androphobia: The fear of men, given to Erin by her overbearing father. While she used to just run from men who got too close in the past, now adays she is much more ready to beat them to a pulp, even if she doesn't mean it. She can now stand to be in the same room as a man, but will not take lightly if they get in range of her crutches. Currently trying to snap herself outta the fear.
Amputation: Erin was given the choice of receiving a prosthetic but refused during an awful fit and was never given another chance. She is rather good at hopping around on one leg but finds it much less awkward to just use crutches. Her eye is normally closed, even without the eye patch, because the carnage underneath is a bit gruesome even now.
Kyle Eckleburg: Erin's pen name, used to write her popular action-fantasy novellas. Is somewhat afraid of her own alias.
Other:
- Smokes, at least half a pack a day now.
- Obsessed with cats.
- Has written three short, relatively popular novels. Is currently writing her first full length book.
Name:
Cody Mensah
Age:
25
Gender:
Male
Height; Weight:
6'1; 165lbs
Years in Blackwing:
Four
Apartment Number:
1F
Room Description:
Cody's bedroom (which is the smaller of the two) is tidy and well-kept, save for all the dust and candles everywhere. His living room would probably look something like this, just include a crystal ball, a ratty-looking couch and a somewhat impressive TV + stereo system. His kitchen is full of labeled jars full of herbs and more candles, and the bathroom always smells like flowers or spices.
Odd Trait:
- Witch
- Self-proclaimed medium
- Self-proclaimed fortune teller
Physical Descriptions:
Cody is tall, there's no denying that. He is tall and intimidating, with narrow eyes, an almost always frowning lip, heavily pierced ears, and wild, long hair. His skin is dark, his eyes are brown, and his hair is near-black and dreaded. Despite looking like a wildman, though, Cody is actually quite well-mannered and clean, often wearing rather buisness-y outfits when going out and about because he likes to look professional. He is extremely well built from his healthy eating and constant exercise. Has an interesting scar on his back, gained from a childhood accident, and an array of cuts on his hands from certain spells.
Background Info:
SUMMARY:
Born into a Wiccan family, grows up, moves out and continued their witchy ways. Works as a chef in a restaurant not too far away from the apartments. Found Lucy alone one day and ends up adopting her.
Other:
- REALLY likes to knit.
- Claims he can see spirits, though no one knows if it's actually true.
- Horribly allergic to cats.
Name:
Lucy Coure
Age:
8
Gender:
Female (DMAB)
Height; Weight:
4'6; 57lbs
Years in Blackwing:
One
Apartment Number:
1F
Room Description:
Lucy was given the second bedroom by request, and she hasn't done much to it beside destroy it. Toys, art work, and books are strewn everywhere, and her futon is always out and never fixed, despite being somewhat tangled with itself. Despite Cody offering to help her clean she never does get to work, and in the end it just remains a big, awful mess.
Odd Trait:
- Runaway
- Acts like a princess
Physical Descriptions:
Lucy is a short, pretty young girl. Her skin is fair, easily tanned, and she has a rather scrawny body type, with a thing torso, arms, and legs. Her hair is brown and reaches down to her mid-back, while her eyes are red in color. She is almost always pouting, and only looks truly happy when she is around Cody or playing with her dolls. Loves to wear frilly dresses and skirts, and often skips around the apartments with her more expensive outfits, pretending to be a princess or fairy. Has a strange, small scar on her cheek, and while she claims to have gotten it from tumbling down a hill one time, it is actually the only remaining memory of her horrid parents.
Background Info:
SUMMARY:
Spoiled rotten by her parents (still called Lucifer at this point), but doesn't appreciate how they never get her girly things. Says she wants to be a girl from now on, father really dislikes this idea and tries to beat sense into her. Lucy then runs away and meets Cody, who takes her in (and spoils her more)
Other:
- Loves Cody more than life itself.
- Faints at the sight of blood.
Name:
Erin Keller
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Height; Weight:
5'3; 93lbs
Years in Blackwing:
Two
Apartment Number:
2F
Odd Trait:
- Afraid of men
- Recluse
- Amputee (leg/eye)
Physical Descriptions:
Erin is missing a leg and an eye, enough said. Though she does have a scrawny body type and a rather strange hairstyle, it's obvious that those around her would be drawn to the fact that she is missing a few body parts. Other than her deformities, though, Erin could be considered a nice-looking woman, with a round face, small nose and mouth, large, blue eyes, and bleached hair that has a strip of black running through it. She's rather pale, mostly because her skin barely sees the outside light, and is underweight from barely eating. Her hands are elegant and calloused from writing and typing for most of her life, and despite walking about with a crutch she carries around an air of richness that could not have been discarded once she moved away from her overbearing family. She is missing her left leg and right eye from a horrible car accident that occurred when she was still in middle school, and normally hides these deformities with an eye patch and bandages. Has an array of other scars and cuts on her torso and arms, but they are mostly healed. Her outfits of choice are almost always black or gray, and she especially loves crop tops and dresses.
Background Info:
The daughter of a rich and large family, Erin was raised and spoiled as much as the next wealthy kid. She spent her younger days writing and messing around with her father's technology, and was often scolded for doing so. Despite that, she was a surprisingly smart individual, and did well in her classes at school. English and writing were her strong points, while she didn't do so well in the sciences and math portions. She was still praised by her family though, which only helped to inflate her ego a bit (and her collection of stuffed animals and pets). Elementary school blew passed like a breeze, and Erin was happy with a life full of family, friends, and smarts.
Her fear of men was conceived at the age of ten, when her father began to realize that his little girl would be taken from him soon if she were to fall in love with another man. Mr. Keller began to tell her horror stories about men, showing her horrible clips of men, just doing anything to turn his little girl away from the idea of dating another male. It began to backfire, though, when Erin began to grow so scared of men that she would actually run and hide or attack them if one were to get too close. Her father was no exception. The fear could now grow by itself, and with each passing glance at a man it would inflate more and more until Erin couldn't even stand living in the same household as one. She was transferred to an all-girls school, and her father and any male workers or family members were to stay far, far away from her room.
One day after school, during a rather... Calm spell, as Erin would put it, the family had decided to send Erin's father to pick her up from classes. When she entered the car and saw him in the driver seat, though, she emitted an ear-splitting scream and fell back into the street. Fear kept her moving, but not fast enough, as she was struck suddenly with a speeding van. Her leg was crushed, and the debris formed by skidding wheels dug deeply into her right eye, scarring the flesh. The next year was spent in a hospital and rehabilitation center. Her leg and eye had been much too damaged to repair, so they were simply amputated, and Erin had to grow used to not having a leg. By the age of fourteen she was fully prepared to return outside, but her entire attitude had changed. She was much more crass and abrasive, and her fear of men had been somewhat handled with a therapist (but not really).
She went through high school with her head lowered, she lost interest in friends and everything social, and grew much more anxious in crowds, feeling as though everyone would stare at her deformities. She dropped out at the age of seventeen, feeling the pressure was just too much to handle, and Erin became a recluse, staying in her room for most of her days until she was finally kicked out and sent to live by herself in an apartment complex called Blackwing. Her family still sent her money, but only enough for food for the month. Her rent was paid for by her short novels, which she had began to write at the age of seventeen. While she still isn't comfortable around the men of the apartments, Erin is rather curious about the tenants, and will observe them at times by hanging out in the lobby.
Things to Know:
Keller Corp: A company run by Robert and Marie Keller, Erin's parents. Focuses mostly in the electronics industry and have created a variety of tablets, smartphones, and other helpful gadgets. Erin used to be praised just because of her last name by strangers, though it hasn't happened as often anymore.
Androphobia: The fear of men, given to Erin by her overbearing father. While she used to just run from men who got too close in the past, now adays she is much more ready to beat them to a pulp, even if she doesn't mean it. She can now stand to be in the same room as a man, but will not take lightly if they get in range of her crutches. Currently trying to snap herself outta the fear.
Amputation: Erin was given the choice of receiving a prosthetic but refused during an awful fit and was never given another chance. She is rather good at hopping around on one leg but finds it much less awkward to just use crutches. Her eye is normally closed, even without the eye patch, because the carnage underneath is a bit gruesome even now.
Kyle Eckleburg: Erin's pen name, used to write her popular action-fantasy novellas. Is somewhat afraid of her own alias.
Other:
- Smokes, at least half a pack a day now.
- Obsessed with cats.
- Has written three short, relatively popular novels. Is currently writing her first full length book.
Name:
Cody Mensah
Age:
25
Gender:
Male
Height; Weight:
6'1; 165lbs
Years in Blackwing:
Four
Apartment Number:
1F
Room Description:
Cody's bedroom (which is the smaller of the two) is tidy and well-kept, save for all the dust and candles everywhere. His living room would probably look something like this, just include a crystal ball, a ratty-looking couch and a somewhat impressive TV + stereo system. His kitchen is full of labeled jars full of herbs and more candles, and the bathroom always smells like flowers or spices.
Odd Trait:
- Witch
- Self-proclaimed medium
- Self-proclaimed fortune teller
Physical Descriptions:
Cody is tall, there's no denying that. He is tall and intimidating, with narrow eyes, an almost always frowning lip, heavily pierced ears, and wild, long hair. His skin is dark, his eyes are brown, and his hair is near-black and dreaded. Despite looking like a wildman, though, Cody is actually quite well-mannered and clean, often wearing rather buisness-y outfits when going out and about because he likes to look professional. He is extremely well built from his healthy eating and constant exercise. Has an interesting scar on his back, gained from a childhood accident, and an array of cuts on his hands from certain spells.
Background Info:
SUMMARY:
Born into a Wiccan family, grows up, moves out and continued their witchy ways. Works as a chef in a restaurant not too far away from the apartments. Found Lucy alone one day and ends up adopting her.
Other:
- REALLY likes to knit.
- Claims he can see spirits, though no one knows if it's actually true.
- Horribly allergic to cats.
Name:
Lucy Coure
Age:
8
Gender:
Female (DMAB)
Height; Weight:
4'6; 57lbs
Years in Blackwing:
One
Apartment Number:
1F
Room Description:
Lucy was given the second bedroom by request, and she hasn't done much to it beside destroy it. Toys, art work, and books are strewn everywhere, and her futon is always out and never fixed, despite being somewhat tangled with itself. Despite Cody offering to help her clean she never does get to work, and in the end it just remains a big, awful mess.
Odd Trait:
- Runaway
- Acts like a princess
Physical Descriptions:
Lucy is a short, pretty young girl. Her skin is fair, easily tanned, and she has a rather scrawny body type, with a thing torso, arms, and legs. Her hair is brown and reaches down to her mid-back, while her eyes are red in color. She is almost always pouting, and only looks truly happy when she is around Cody or playing with her dolls. Loves to wear frilly dresses and skirts, and often skips around the apartments with her more expensive outfits, pretending to be a princess or fairy. Has a strange, small scar on her cheek, and while she claims to have gotten it from tumbling down a hill one time, it is actually the only remaining memory of her horrid parents.
Background Info:
SUMMARY:
Spoiled rotten by her parents (still called Lucifer at this point), but doesn't appreciate how they never get her girly things. Says she wants to be a girl from now on, father really dislikes this idea and tries to beat sense into her. Lucy then runs away and meets Cody, who takes her in (and spoils her more)
Other:
- Loves Cody more than life itself.
- Faints at the sight of blood.
LetterA said
Inni, Erin is accepted and thank you for not making her a genius bc tbh I was gonna make Adonis that huffhuff
wink wonk thanks bae
I've had enough genius characters. Time to make some more tsunderes/idiots
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