Fiber

The Entertainers (Retro SoL; Always Accepting)

Louis Parker

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Name: Louis Davis Parker
Nicknames: Machine Nation (current stage name)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: It's a solo project at the moment
Occupation: Electrical Engineer, because his music ain't paying the bills at the moment

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Positive Traits: Honest, Inquisitive, Calm,
Negative Traits: Withdrawn, Uncompromising, Blunt, Stubborn

Dreams: Make a kind of music that's never been heard before, the kind of thing that can only be made by man and machine working together
Dilemma Does he keep his stable job and accept that his music will be made by him alone, and enjoyed by him alone? Does he go out looking for some other path, some kind of community?

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Biography:

Louis was born in Detroit, to a dad who had been a jazz drummer before abandoning that career for a job at an auto plant, and a mom that led the church choir. There was always a nice record collection around the house. Louis' youth happened during a turbulent time for Detroit, and after the riots of the 60s and the further decline of the 70s, Louis' parents decided that it was time to move to a quieter suburb. The move meant saying goodbye to most of his friends and entering an unfamiliar school, leading to him becoming more withdrawn and moodier. His music tastes changed too, moving away from the greats of classic jazz to listen to more modern and experimental works, like the works of Sun Ra or Miles Davis’ electric period. Before he had been in the school but he quit that too in this period, feeling out of place. He picked up a hobby of working with electronics when his Mom brought home a broken Hammond Organ that the church had retired, convincing his parents to keep it after being fascinated by the warped sounds it made. After a lot of hard work and study, he managed to get it working, and from then on he became an avid keyboard player.

In high school he was known as a weird kid, always tinkering but he didn’t bother anyone so he made few foes. He took extra math classes, spent time in the library, and generally acted more like a nerd than one of the musicians. Most of his interaction with other musical types came from earned money on the side fixing people’s gear when it broke; he was not interested in joining bands. With the extra money he got a cheap Korg synthesizer and continued his experimentation. He didn't even particularly like sharing his music, content just to play his solos by himself in the family garage. His studies paid off with good grades, and he went on to attend University of Michigan after graduation, becoming the first member of his family to go to college.

Louis took a while to decide on a major. Initially he wanted to go into music, but his parent’s advice and his own uncertainty led him rethink that decision. Every time he went home the news around Detroit had more talk of factory closures and machines replacing men on the assembly-line. His father was perpetually on the verge of getting laid off, so Louis picked a major that would go with this trend, not against, choosing to be an electrical engineer. He worked hard and made a small group of friends across a few different departments, the type of people that liked to read books by Marshall McLuhan and Alvin Toffler. Louis also took note of the growing electronic music scene, buying more gear and a tape recorder to try and make his own tracks with. They were primitive, but had a few interesting ideas he'd come back to later.

When Louis graduated he got involved with the computer industry. There was plenty of work in that field, and it was all interesting enough to Louis. As he saw computers evolve he began to dream of using them for live music, no just as an instrument but as part of the composition and improvisation process. The tech was never close enough to make it practical anywhere outside of a few experimental labs, and so Louis kept his ideas to himself and focused on more practical concerns. He left Michigan to move to Los Angeles for a job with a small but rapidly growing company. Most people would've used the extra money to move into a nicer place, but James sticks around Oceanside and uses the money to add to his synthesizer collection, cramming into his small pad. When he can he plays live shows at clubs that'll let him, but given his style of music is pretty experimental, he isn't getting many gigs. A few people come to him for technical help, but he is very far from the mainstream music industry right now.

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Extra Info: The Mission
FC and Claimed Color: Juan Atkins and 198cff

The Entertainers (Retro SoL; Always Accepting)

Louis Parker

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Name: Louis Davis Parker
Nicknames: Machine Nation (current stage name)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: It's a solo project at the moment
Occupation: Electrical Engineer, because his music ain't paying the bills at the moment

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Positive Traits: Honest, Inquisitive, Calm,
Negative Traits: Withdrawn, Uncompromising, Blunt, Stubborn

Dreams: Make a kind of music that's never been heard before, the kind of thing that can only be made by man and machine working together
Dilemma Does he keep his stable job and accept that his music will be made by him alone, and enjoyed by him alone? Does he go out looking for some other path, some kind of community?

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Biography:

Louis was born in Detroit, to a dad who had been a jazz drummer before abandoning that career for a job at an auto plant, and a mom that led the church choir. There was always a nice record collection around the house. Louis' youth happened during a turbulent time for Detroit, and after the riots of the 60s and the further decline of the 70s, Louis' parents decided that it was time to move to a quieter suburb. The move meant saying goodbye to most of his friends and entering an unfamiliar school, leading to him becoming more withdrawn and moodier. His music tastes changed too, moving away from the greats of classic jazz to listen to more modern and experimental works, like the works of Sun Ra or Miles Davis’ electric period. Before he had been in the school but he quit that too in this period, feeling out of place. He picked up a hobby of working with electronics when his Mom brought home a broken Hammond Organ that the church had retired, convincing his parents to keep it after being fascinated by the warped sounds it made. After a lot of hard work and study, he managed to get it working, and from then on he became an avid keyboard player.

In high school he was known as a weird kid, always tinkering but he didn’t bother anyone so he made few foes. He took extra math classes, spent time in the library, and generally acted more like a nerd than one of the musicians. Most of his interaction with other musical types came from earned money on the side fixing people’s gear when it broke; he was not interested in joining bands. With the extra money he got a cheap Korg synthesizer and continued his experimentation. He didn't even particularly like sharing his music, content just to play his solos by himself in the family garage. His studies paid off with good grades, and he went on to attend University of Michigan after graduation, becoming the first member of his family to go to college.

Louis took a while to decide on a major. Initially he wanted to go into music, but his parent’s advice and his own uncertainty led him rethink that decision. Every time he went home the news around Detroit had more talk of factory closures and machines replacing men on the assembly-line. His father was perpetually on the verge of getting laid off, so Louis picked a major that would go with this trend, not against, choosing to be an electrical engineer. He worked hard and made a small group of friends across a few different departments, the type of people that liked to read books by Marshall McLuhan and Alvin Toffler. Louis also took note of the growing electronic music scene, buying more gear and a tape recorder to try and make his own tracks with. They were primitive, but had a few interesting ideas he'd come back to later.

When Louis graduated he got involved with the computer industry. There was plenty of work in that field, and it was all interesting enough to Louis. As he saw computers evolve he began to dream of using them for live music, no just as an instrument but as part of the composition and improvisation process. The tech was never close enough to make it practical anywhere outside of a few experimental labs, and so Louis kept his ideas to himself and focused on more practical concerns. He left Michigan to move to Los Angeles for a job with a small but rapidly growing company. Most people would've used the extra money to move into a nicer place, but James sticks around Oceanside and uses the money to add to his synthesizer collection, cramming into his small pad. When he can he plays live shows at clubs that'll let him, but given his style of music is pretty experimental, he isn't getting many gigs. A few people come to him for technical help, but he is very far from the mainstream music industry right now.

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Extra Info: The Mission
FC and Claimed Color: Juan Atkins and 198cff

The Entertainers (Retro SoL)

I will hop on board.

Intertwined | Pokemon

Sam walked alongside Wilbur on the trail. He knew he could ride on Wilbur and keep the same pace. Wilbur was a Mudbray and could easily bear the load, but there was something else on the line. Sam didn’t want to look lazy next to the rest of the group, so he stayed on his feet just like everyone else. His Natu, Smith, was quiet now, nodding off a little on his shoulder. That bird pokemon loved sleeping almost as much as it loved getting upset over nothing.

At that moment Sam was near the back of the group, but then he took a look at the map on his Pokegear and saw that they were making good time. It wasn’t a sure thing, but based on a little mental calculation Sam figured out that if they went a little faster they could be there in time for him to make a few sales pitches that same day. Time was money, and even a few hours could be valuable if he used them right. With ideas of how to figure out how to find good prospects in his head, Sam picked up his pace by jogging a little and headed towards the front of the group, closer to Cho and Ezekiel.

Along the way he waved at Judas and Naoko, but kept a wide berth from Squegg. He had heard about how a Trapinch could chew through anything, even had an idea for an excavation company using some of them at one point. He kicked himself for not patenting it, just the other day he saw a news story about a billionaire trying a similar idea for building a tunnel network. Evidently that man thought that the commute between his rocket factory, his mansion, and his car factory was too onerous when he had to wait in traffic; that sounded like the kind of problem Sam dreamed of having.

When he got close to the front of the group, Sam decided to try and liven things up by starting a little conversation. He said “So, we got a ways before we hit Violet City, but I was wondering. When we get there, are you guys going to go straight to it and challenge it, or are you going to try to prepare a bit?” after a little hesitation, he added “Who do you think will be the first of us to get the badge?” He didn’t say it out loud, but he had the feeling it wouldn’t be him. Sam could talk a big game, but when he was honest with himself he wasn’t too confident in his skill as a trainer.

An Original FF RP, anyone?

Why not throw my hat in here.

Intertwined | Pokemon

Sam had gotten up early that day, stopping by both his mother and his father’s place on the way out. His dad packed a nice lunch for him and his mom gave him an old but reliable wilderness survival guide. Sam doubted that he’d read it. Both of his parents had given him gentle warnings about how difficult the journey might be, but Sam was good at ignoring them, and both of them knew that all too well. Sam lived on his own, and he’d deal with the consequences on his own.

He was off for the town gate as soon as he had Wilbur’s saddlebags loaded up. His actual supplies were in his backpack, but he needed Wilbur’s carrying capacity for his cargo. One of the local tea plantations had been discarding the excess from a disappointing batch, not wanting it to hurt their reputation for quality. It was supposed to be composted, but after slipping a few pokedollars to one of the field hands he was able to run off with a few satchels of them. Soon enough he’d be looking for a buyer for this load of “exclusive, genuine top-quality New Bark Town tea”. Plus, there’d be plenty to share with the rest of the group. He wouldn’t even charge them for it, as long as they’d back him up when he went into his sales pitch.

Wilbur took his time through the streets even though his load wasn’t heavy, but Sam was fine with that because he knew there would be a lot more distance to cover today, and he didn’t want Wilbur to waste his energy. Smith was perched on Sam’s shoulder, enjoying some fresh air. As he got closer he could see that the group was already half-assembeled. He waved hello and shouted “Wassup! You guys ready to go out and make some history?” As soon as he waved, Smith began shaking and shrieking all over his shoulder, shifting its head and flapping it’s wings. Sam had no idea what was with his Natu, it just had a way of freaking out over nothing. He tried to calm it down by snapping his fingers and waving his other hand in front of the Natu’s face. Their relationship was a little rocky at the moment, Sam had won him in a poker game at college only a few months ago. Supposedly it could see the future, but all it ever seemed to do was get spooked and cause Sam anxiety. Still, he kept it around because he had a feeling it’d be useful to him someday.

Intertwined | Pokemon

Sam

"My Friend, this here is a once-in-lifetime opportunity"

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Name:Sam Quinn

Nicknames:Sammy Quick, Sam the Man, The Rainmaker, Sam the Closer, Sammy Silverfingers, Sam Money, Sammy Quintuple-your-money (it bears mentioning all of these are nicknames he coined for himself. He's hoping they catch on)

Age: 23

Gender:Male

Appearance: Sam's shorter than average at 5'8", made even worse by his tendency to slouch. He likes to dress flashy, likes bold colors and patterns, but is always keeping an eye on fashion trends. Sam prefers to wear coats even when the weather doesn't call for them, as he needs as many pockets as he can get. Whenever he goes out he always has his sunglasses and a cigarette. Sometimes he doesn't even light the cigarette when he pulls one out, just using to gesticulate he's talking or bite down on when he's thinking intensely.

Personality:Sam's always active, always thinking, quickly, but not necessarily thoroughly. He's the kind of person that's always looking for angle, a leg up on the rest of the world, and is fine with bending the rules a little. He doesn't believe in outright theft or violence, but if he ends up better off because he could think of a better scheme than anyone else, that money is as honest as any other in his book. Money is something he thinks about a lot, not really because he's addicted to spending it (though he will throw some around to make a point), but because it's how he measures himself, how he sees if he's finally amounted to something worthwhile. He's a natural deal maker and superficial charmer, but in terms of actual relationships he prefers to have a few close and loyal ones; he'll always back up someone if they are part of his bunch. For outsiders he's more willing to burn bridges; customer satisfaction ain't money, only money is money. In his personal time he's restless, trying to stay active and disdaining intellectual pursuits, his time at university has left him seeing it as something for people who don't value their money.

Short Biography:Sam's parents were highschool sweethearts, married shortly after graduating from school in New Bark Town. They had a shared love of art and painting, but art wasn't a way to pay the bills. His father got a job at the local aluminum smelting plant helping out with machinery maintenence, while his mother worked odd jobs and sold the occasional painting. Sam didn't have much growing up, but he was happy enough, finding his own ways to have fun and explore the town. When Sam was in elementary school the smelting plant closed and his father was laid off; money became tight and his parents began to quarrel. To this day he can't process it all, but it ended with his parents divorcing and his mother re-marrying.

Mr. Kiyosaki, Sam's new stepfather, was a bigshot in the local real estate scene, not very present in his life but always willing to throw around some money in an attempt to buy some goodwill. With his parents splitting custody, Sam grew frustrated with his Father's poverty and started seeing him as something a model of what not to do. Eventually Sam went off to college, changing majors several times as his interests and ideas changed. While he was away at college, Mr. Kiyosaki divorced his mother and moved on to another wife (his third by now), but he at least had the courtesy to leave some money for Sam to complete his studies. Well, it may have been a courtesy enforced by the divorce judgment, but Sam was grateful for it. After one too many semesters of poor grades (Sam insists his time was better spent "networking" than studying), the university politely asked that he take a semester off to reconsider his commitement. Finding himself back in New Bark Town, Sam wasn't interested in hearing about his biological parents patching things up or his father's new line of work as a wind turbine repairman; he was going to use his new freedom to go out into the world and be somebody. He didn't need any piece of paper to tell he was ready, he knew he was ready now.

Pokemon:

Wilbur

Name: Wilbur
Species: Mudbray
Gender: Male
Ability: Stamina
Personality: Dependable, quiet, sometimes a little depressed but always willing to go a little further. Slow but steady. [Give a couple of adjectives that describe the Pokemon]

Smith

Name: Smith
Species: Natu
Gender: Female
Ability: Synchronize
Personality: Mysterious, frightened easily. Prone to standing still until getting scared of something out of nowhere. Likes to curl up and perch on safe places, like on the shoulder of a friend.

Reason for Traveling with Main Group: Every business is a relationship business. No one makes money without having connections, and there's no better way to get connections than trying to do something big with together a group of driven and people.

Relationships:
David Quinn: Father. Quiet, keeps to himself. Gets a lot of painting ideas from his work repairing wind turbines.

Mari Tamura: Mother. Living on her own, works part time with a local pokemon breeder. A social butterfly, well-liked among the town.

Toru Kiyosaki: Stepfather. Responsible for a lot of real estate and construction around New Bark Town. Everyone around has an opinion of him, either positive or negative. Without his donations to local public works projects it would probably be overwhelmingly negative. Stern, not much contact with Sam these days.

Akio Kiyosaki: Stepbrother. Toru's son with his first wife, and always Toru's favorite child and choice to inherit his business. More intellectual in his interests than his father or Sam, but has an condescending air about him. Can be kind to the people he counts as true friends and equals, but that is a very small set.

Kyoko Kiyosaki: Half-sister. Younger than Sam, a bundle of energy and warmth. Sort of directionless at the moment, but always looked up to Sam for his passion.

Other: Nothing for the moment

Intertwined | Pokemon

Sam

"My Friend, this here is a once-in-lifetime opportunity"

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Name:Sam Quinn

Nicknames:Sammy Quick, Sam the Man, The Rainmaker, Sam the Closer, Sammy Silverfingers, Sam Money, Sammy Quintuple-your-money (it bears mentioning all of these are nicknames he coined for himself. He's hoping they catch on)

Age: 23

Gender:Male

Appearance: Sam's shorter than average at 5'8", made even worse by his tendency to slouch. He likes to dress flashy, likes bold colors and patterns, but is always keeping an eye on fashion trends. Sam prefers to wear coats even when the weather doesn't call for them, as he needs as many pockets as he can get. Whenever he goes out he always has his sunglasses and a cigarette. Sometimes he doesn't even light the cigarette when he pulls one out, just using to gesticulate he's talking or bite down on when he's thinking intensely.

Personality:Sam's always active, always thinking, quickly, but not necessarily thoroughly. He's the kind of person that's always looking for angle, a leg up on the rest of the world, and is fine with bending the rules a little. He doesn't believe in outright theft or violence, but if he ends up better off because he could think of a better scheme than anyone else, that money is as honest as any other in his book. Money is something he thinks about a lot, not really because he's addicted to spending it (though he will throw some around to make a point), but because it's how he measures himself, how he sees if he's finally amounted to something worthwhile. He's a natural deal maker and superficial charmer, but in terms of actual relationships he prefers to have a few close and loyal ones; he'll always back up someone if they are part of his bunch. For outsiders he's more willing to burn bridges; customer satisfaction ain't money, only money is money. In his personal time he's restless, trying to stay active and disdaining intellectual pursuits, his time at university has left him seeing it as something for people who don't value their money.

Short Biography:Sam's parents were highschool sweethearts, married shortly after graduating from school in New Bark Town. They had a shared love of art and painting, but art wasn't a way to pay the bills. His father got a job at the local aluminum smelting plant helping out with machinery maintenence, while his mother worked odd jobs and sold the occasional painting. Sam didn't have much growing up, but he was happy enough, finding his own ways to have fun and explore the town. When Sam was in elementary school the smelting plant closed and his father was laid off; money became tight and his parents began to quarrel. To this day he can't process it all, but it ended with his parents divorcing and his mother re-marrying.

Mr. Kiyosaki, Sam's new stepfather, was a bigshot in the local real estate scene, not very present in his life but always willing to throw around some money in an attempt to buy some goodwill. With his parents splitting custody, Sam grew frustrated with his Father's poverty and started seeing him as something a model of what not to do. Eventually Sam went off to college, changing majors several times as his interests and ideas changed. While he was away at college, Mr. Kiyosaki divorced his mother and moved on to another wife (his third by now), but he at least had the courtesy to leave some money for Sam to complete his studies. Well, it may have been a courtesy enforced by the divorce judgment, but Sam was grateful for it. After one too many semesters of poor grades (Sam insists his time was better spent "networking" than studying), the university politely asked that he take a semester off to reconsider his commitement. Finding himself back in New Bark Town, Sam wasn't interested in hearing about his biological parents patching things up or his father's new line of work as a wind turbine repairman; he was going to use his new freedom to go out into the world and be somebody. He didn't need any piece of paper to tell he was ready, he knew he was ready now.

Pokemon:

Wilbur

Name: Wilbur
Species: Mudbray
Gender: Male
Ability: Stamina
Personality: Dependable, quiet, sometimes a little depressed but always willing to go a little further. Slow but steady. [Give a couple of adjectives that describe the Pokemon]

Smith

Name: Smith
Species: Natu
Gender: Female
Ability: Synchronize
Personality: Mysterious, frightened easily. Prone to standing still until getting scared of something out of nowhere. Likes to curl up and perch on safe places, like on the shoulder of a friend. [Give a couple of adjectives that describe the Pokemon]

Reason for Traveling with Main Group: Every business is a relationship business. No one makes money without having connections, and there's no better way to get connections than trying to do something big with together a group of driven and people.

Relationships:
David Quinn: Father. Quiet, keeps to himself. Gets a lot of painting ideas from his work repairing wind turbines.

Mari Tamura: Mother. Living on her own, works part time with a local pokemon breeder. A social butterfly, well-liked among the town.

Toru Kiyosaki: Stepfather. Responsible for a lot of real estate and construction around New Bark Town. Everyone around has an opinion of him, either positive or negative. Without his donations to local public works projects it would probably be overwhelmingly negative. Stern, not much contact with Sam these days.

Akio Kiyosaki: Stepbrother. Toru's son with his first wife, and always Toru's favorite child and choice to inherit his business. More intellectual in his interests than his father or Sam, but has an condescending air about him. Can be kind to the people he counts as true friends and equals, but that is a very small set.

Kyoko Kiyosaki: Half-sister. Younger than Sam, a bundle of energy and warmth. Sort of directionless at the moment, but always looked up to Sam for his passion.

Other: Nothing for the moment

Gritty, Dark Pokemon RP -- A Coming of Age Story!

This is something I'm interested in.

Sentaku

The day started at dawn for Kotetsu. He was a farmer first and foremost, and that meant working the farm as soon as he woke up. The only difference for today was that his mother had packed an extra special lunch for him, which he’d look forward to eating when the time was right. At this moment he was standing in the auditorium, reflecting after the Hokage finished her speech. He didn’t know enough about her to have a solid opinion, the Kaneharas stayed away from ninja business for the most part, and ninja business was the lion’s share of the Hokage’s duties. If Kotetsu passed the test this day he’d be spending more time with ninja business, but ultimately it was just a job for him. The Kaneharas were farmers, and Kotetsu always saw himself going back to that some distant day, perhaps buying some more land with the money from being a ninja.

It frustrated him that the written test was first. He did best with things that could be solved with force, being only average at best at intellectual tasks. The only asset he had to help him was his persistence. He had a few minutes before the test started, so he used that time to read over the notes he had taken during class. They were a mess, but there was a lot material on those sheets of paper, plenty for him to study beforehand. He had enough that someone else could join if they wanted, and as far as he knew there was no rule against studying before the test actually began.

Annoyingly, there were some large empty spots in the notes, places where he simply wrote SEE TETSU’S NOTES or TALK TO SATORU ABOUT THIS; his team was great, but there are some times when he thought relying on them too much might actually hurt him. He wasn’t sure if they were there yet, Kotetsu thought he saw Satoru in the crowd but wasn’t sure, and just went back to standing there and flipping through his notes. He tried to actually think about the written test, not daydream about how much better he’d be at the physical portion, because if he didn’t pass this, there would be no second stage for him.