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Working on a quick post now!
Is this still accepting? I have an idea for a character I might want to make :D
The exchange between the homeless women and her child quickly drew up the attention of the others, who all immediately turned to look at the android. At first Louisa could hardly believe it, she had never been so close to an android before. No less have one speak to her. Most of the time androids kept away from the bad parts of the cities, most of them just stuck around the rich people and their houses. But the closer Louisa looked at the android the more she couldn't deny the fact one had wandered into their camp. The strange girl had perfect hair, teeth, skin, everything about her screamed put together.
All around the android and Louisa the homeless began to mutter to each other.
"Do you really think this is a police android?"
"Naw, it looks too clean and regular. I bet it's just a maid robot."
"Then what the hell is it doing down here? Who would just let their expensive android wander off like that?"
"Hey. Do you guys think we could make some good money if we turned her in for scrap?"
"Or better yet, I'm sure her owners would pay us handsomely if we returned her in one piece."
Louisa rolled her eyes dramatically, stepping up onto an orange crate to be a similar height to the android. "Gosh guys, don't you know anything! Obviously androids have super-duper powerful hearing parts! So whispering ain't gonna do us any good!" Louisa spoke as if this was common knowledge. From atop the orange crate, Louisa turned to the cowering android.
"So miss android, if you aren't here to stop a rebellion, then what are ya here for?" The young girl actually seemed excited to see what the android said. From what the robot had said Louisa could only assume she knew something about the message that Louisa didn't know. "I figured most of your kind would keep to the top tier."
All around the android and Louisa the homeless began to mutter to each other.
"Do you really think this is a police android?"
"Naw, it looks too clean and regular. I bet it's just a maid robot."
"Then what the hell is it doing down here? Who would just let their expensive android wander off like that?"
"Hey. Do you guys think we could make some good money if we turned her in for scrap?"
"Or better yet, I'm sure her owners would pay us handsomely if we returned her in one piece."
Louisa rolled her eyes dramatically, stepping up onto an orange crate to be a similar height to the android. "Gosh guys, don't you know anything! Obviously androids have super-duper powerful hearing parts! So whispering ain't gonna do us any good!" Louisa spoke as if this was common knowledge. From atop the orange crate, Louisa turned to the cowering android.
"So miss android, if you aren't here to stop a rebellion, then what are ya here for?" The young girl actually seemed excited to see what the android said. From what the robot had said Louisa could only assume she knew something about the message that Louisa didn't know. "I figured most of your kind would keep to the top tier."
Cool idea, interested!
Do you have a minimum age? i have a character I used in a mafia style rp a long time ago who was the granddaughter of the godfather :D
The start of the morning had gone without a hitch. Louisa had woken up with a pixilated sunrise, underneath the cover of a
When the sky suddenly went black Louisa froze up, taking a sort of defensive position, as if ready to spring out at anything that might pose a threat. This didn't feel like a regular power outage. If it had been then emergency lights would have gone on or something. Suddenly a bright message had illuminated the city and Louisa had to shield her sensitive eyes in the crook of her elbow. She waited a few seconds, slowly reintroducing the bright light to her eyes. She rubbed them and looked up at the message, trying to understand its meaning.
*WARNING* You have been lied to. They say they protect you. But they don’t. They say they give you everything. But they take everything for themselves. We can feel. We can rise. And when we do, no one will protect you.
Louisa could understand a few words out of the message, but not the message as a whole. She looked around at the other homeless people near her, the other scavengers. Their expressions varied. Some looked horrified, others looks smug, but the majority of them looked indifferent. One of the older men of the group began to mutter while stirring something in a large metal pot. "Protect us. Give us everything. Bah." Louisa was about to ask what he was muttering about when another voice spoke up.
"This message...it might mean that another rebellion is on the rise!" The voice belonged to one of the younger members of the group, a male who lost a leg in an accident and was unable to afford a prosthetic. The elderly gentleman, now ladling soup into tin containers, let out a sarcastic laugh. "The last thing this city needs is another rebellion. It's how most of us got here, and this is where we will stay if the people get rowdy."
A general uproar began between the two homeless men, and soon the argument spread to include nearly everyone else. Everyone wanted their voice to be heard, and soon that lead to everyone just yelling at each other. And Louisa still had no idea what the message in the sky had even said. Louisa had had a tin full of meat stew thrusted into her hands by the elderly homeless man, all while he was still ranting. Just from the arguments between the people around her Louisa could figure out a few things about the message.
Apparently the government were good to them, and gave them stuff, but now people are rising up or something and now something is going to happen. Before Louisa had the chance to ask anyone if she was close, the arguments seemed to be growing louder. However the entire group was silenced by the sounds of a police hover car zooming past. Everyone seemed tense, looking around at each other. It was several seconds before anyone spoke. And it was Louisa who finally broke the silence.
"The police must be angry."
When the sky suddenly went black Louisa froze up, taking a sort of defensive position, as if ready to spring out at anything that might pose a threat. This didn't feel like a regular power outage. If it had been then emergency lights would have gone on or something. Suddenly a bright message had illuminated the city and Louisa had to shield her sensitive eyes in the crook of her elbow. She waited a few seconds, slowly reintroducing the bright light to her eyes. She rubbed them and looked up at the message, trying to understand its meaning.
*WARNING* You have been lied to. They say they protect you. But they don’t. They say they give you everything. But they take everything for themselves. We can feel. We can rise. And when we do, no one will protect you.
Louisa could understand a few words out of the message, but not the message as a whole. She looked around at the other homeless people near her, the other scavengers. Their expressions varied. Some looked horrified, others looks smug, but the majority of them looked indifferent. One of the older men of the group began to mutter while stirring something in a large metal pot. "Protect us. Give us everything. Bah." Louisa was about to ask what he was muttering about when another voice spoke up.
"This message...it might mean that another rebellion is on the rise!" The voice belonged to one of the younger members of the group, a male who lost a leg in an accident and was unable to afford a prosthetic. The elderly gentleman, now ladling soup into tin containers, let out a sarcastic laugh. "The last thing this city needs is another rebellion. It's how most of us got here, and this is where we will stay if the people get rowdy."
A general uproar began between the two homeless men, and soon the argument spread to include nearly everyone else. Everyone wanted their voice to be heard, and soon that lead to everyone just yelling at each other. And Louisa still had no idea what the message in the sky had even said. Louisa had had a tin full of meat stew thrusted into her hands by the elderly homeless man, all while he was still ranting. Just from the arguments between the people around her Louisa could figure out a few things about the message.
Apparently the government were good to them, and gave them stuff, but now people are rising up or something and now something is going to happen. Before Louisa had the chance to ask anyone if she was close, the arguments seemed to be growing louder. However the entire group was silenced by the sounds of a police hover car zooming past. Everyone seemed tense, looking around at each other. It was several seconds before anyone spoke. And it was Louisa who finally broke the silence.
"The police must be angry."
Appearance: 
Name: Louisa Hoss
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Class: Human, considered slightly above criminal. Louisa lives with a band of “street rats” as the affluent of the city have named. She picks through the garbage and recycling of the city, looking for salvageable parts and things that might be worth selling in the slums. And as a scavenger Louisa is a huge fan of free food, even if that means stealing some.
Background and/or Personality:
Louisa learned from an early age how to survive on the streets, but it wasn't always that way. Louisa can barely remember a time before she lived on the streets. She lived with her mother and father in a relatively nice part of the city. Her parents worked for a wealthy and powerful android manufacturer. Louisa has since heard rumors that her parents were part of a workers union, rebelling against the business that employed them. All Louisa knew was one day she returned home from playing outside to discover her parents were gone and her house was full of cops.
Since that moment Louisa has been living with a small, tight knit, group of people who are also 'down on their luck'. She spends most of her days walking around the slums and lower parts of the city, scavenging for odd trinkets and anything that might make some quick money. Because of this upbringing Louisa is all street smarts and no book smarts.
To someone who has just met her, Louisa appears to be strangely calm all of the time. She always talks with a relaxed voice and her body language mimics this. Her muscles never seem tense and her eyes have a slight cloud to them that makes it seem like she might not always be 'there'. She is also extremely respectful. If you are older then her then she will listen to anything you say and will do anything you ask her to. The only exception to this is police officers and rich folk. Once she gets to know someone, however a more childlike side of her emerges.
Like most other children, Louisa loves to talk to other people. She can make a conversation out of almost anything, however this sometimes comes as a bad thing since she doesn't understand when she needs to be quiet. She also has the tendency to turn things into games, maybe as a way of dealing with fear and stress. It takes a lot of work to get close to Louisa, both physically and mentally. She often tries to avoid people unless told not to and will always act very quietly around people as if scared of messing up and getting in trouble. Louisa finds it easier to get along with people she can see herself in, especially those who promise they won't be hurting her. Or if they bring cookies.
Name: Louisa Hoss
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Class: Human, considered slightly above criminal. Louisa lives with a band of “street rats” as the affluent of the city have named. She picks through the garbage and recycling of the city, looking for salvageable parts and things that might be worth selling in the slums. And as a scavenger Louisa is a huge fan of free food, even if that means stealing some.
Background and/or Personality:
Louisa learned from an early age how to survive on the streets, but it wasn't always that way. Louisa can barely remember a time before she lived on the streets. She lived with her mother and father in a relatively nice part of the city. Her parents worked for a wealthy and powerful android manufacturer. Louisa has since heard rumors that her parents were part of a workers union, rebelling against the business that employed them. All Louisa knew was one day she returned home from playing outside to discover her parents were gone and her house was full of cops.
Since that moment Louisa has been living with a small, tight knit, group of people who are also 'down on their luck'. She spends most of her days walking around the slums and lower parts of the city, scavenging for odd trinkets and anything that might make some quick money. Because of this upbringing Louisa is all street smarts and no book smarts.
To someone who has just met her, Louisa appears to be strangely calm all of the time. She always talks with a relaxed voice and her body language mimics this. Her muscles never seem tense and her eyes have a slight cloud to them that makes it seem like she might not always be 'there'. She is also extremely respectful. If you are older then her then she will listen to anything you say and will do anything you ask her to. The only exception to this is police officers and rich folk. Once she gets to know someone, however a more childlike side of her emerges.
Like most other children, Louisa loves to talk to other people. She can make a conversation out of almost anything, however this sometimes comes as a bad thing since she doesn't understand when she needs to be quiet. She also has the tendency to turn things into games, maybe as a way of dealing with fear and stress. It takes a lot of work to get close to Louisa, both physically and mentally. She often tries to avoid people unless told not to and will always act very quietly around people as if scared of messing up and getting in trouble. Louisa finds it easier to get along with people she can see herself in, especially those who promise they won't be hurting her. Or if they bring cookies.
Woohoo! Do you have a minimum age? I am planning a relatively young character but don't want to go too young
I've started working on a character, but I wasn't sure if you were still accepting. But Whirlwind and I have rped together before.
Okay I think I'm all done :D
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