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The System

The System

"Escaped..." Cinder echoed, studying the features of a little girl who sat in the torso of the robot. He knew someone had to be controlling the hulk of metal, but did not expect this in the slightest. The other rebels had scattered at her command, meaning that she had some authority despite her apparent age. Considering this, the girl's intelligence, and her missing limbs, Cinder concluded that it was another project staring him down.

"Who am I?" he continued, frowning at the question. He had not been sure for quite some time. He had been born with a name, but it was not what the System had labelled him. The System no longer held him, but since memory of his birth name eluded him, his designation as a project would have to do. "Project Cinder... I was called Cinder," he muttered, seeming to speak to himself more than the girl. "They called me Cinder, never expecting such a brilliant flame."

Bringing his attention back around to the girl in the robot, he cocked his head slightly to one side. He felt he recognized her, on some level, more than simply having the same tormentor. There were very many projects, and a relative few escaped successfully. If she was working with the resistance, she must have been one of the even fewer who made it out and survived.

Drifters in the 'Verse

Name: Jeremy Crowe
Alias: Crow
Age: 27
Sex: Male

Appearance: Jeremy stands at just an inch under six feet, weighing in just under one hundred eighty pounds. His eyes are a light green, and straight black hair falls to his shoulders. His face is narrow, though otherwise his features are average. Numerous small scars mar his face and forearms, from glass busting during crashes, occasionally cutting deeply. His skin is naturally pale, and he burns easily when exposed to the sun. His usual includes a simple button-up shirt, tan cargo pants with a black leather belt, and combat boots. Jeremy often wears a light coat when in the sun, but not the brown one folded neatly at the foot of his bed.

Personality: Ever sarcastic, Jeremy always tried to put things in a better light, convinced that there's a solution to every problem as long as one is willing to go to the lengths to achieve it. Though fairly social and personable, he often draws odd looks, especially when talking to a ship he's piloting. He doesn't have the best sense of when he goes to far in his teasing, but is always sincere in his apologies, once he gets around to them. He has difficulties explaining himself sometimes and often prefers to demonstrate rather than describe what he means.
History: Jeremy joined the Browncoat effort near the end of the war, in the end only serving three years as a pilot. During this time, however, he displayed remarkable skill and more than a little eccentricity. Once the war ended, however, and Jeremy was without a place again, and returned to his previous occupation, smuggling. A good pilot always fetched a decent share, especially one willing to go into a combat zone and good enough to get a ship out in one piece. This time, however, Jeremy only went through a few jobs before finding a crew and a ship he felt he belonged with, and had the chance to join permanently.
Gear: Scoped Winchester rifle, an eight-inch knife in his boot, and a much smaller blade usually hidden in his left sleeve when off the ship.
Misc: "This is your pilot speaking. Brace yourselves, we may or may not be experiencing severe turbulence shortly... Or now."

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

I've been waiting to see if LadyBella posts.

The System

I'm still here

Pokemon: Korrano Region - The Great White North

Jeremy Crow's head snapped up at the sound of the ship's horn, waking him from a standing sleep. Half-blind in the light, he peered around, trying to get his bearings. It appeared he was already at the back of the ship, and fully dressed. It took him a while to remember he had worked his way out here before the sun had even risen, to avoid the press of the crowds. Not being much of a people person, he was glad to avoid the commotion at the front of the boat.

Moving his hands down to his belt, he felt along it confirm the six balls and small pouch along his waist. The familiar weight of his bag rested against his back, though he did not feel compelled to check that as well. It was not unheard of for thieves to be aboard cruise ships, but any currently aboard were likely picking the pockets of the distracted mass on the other end of the ship. Once he was sure of his belongings, he looked around again, quickly spotting a familiar bald head. Jeremy didn't have to move far to make eye contact with the owner of said head, showing that he was present and accounted for.

Survival RP Idea

Still here

High-Fantasy, High Casual, Lotsa Fun

I'm in. This sounds fun.

Medieval Headbutt

Pyro V said
What do you guys usually use to find pictures?

DeviantArt or Photobucket for me

The System

I want to keep going, but I don't want to hog the thread >.<