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I will say, some people don't like their designs being reproduced without permission, so you might want to check with them if you intend to use an exact copy.

Hey, I went ahead & looked through the formatting examples you linked & they look awesome! If I do decide to use an exact copy, I'll be sure to ask for permission; thank you so much for this response!




T I M E : 6:00 AM - 9:45 AM
L O C A T I O N : Alex's apartment, 14th Ave S | In transit toward Bell Street Park
I N T E R A C T I O N S : Fuzz + NPCs
M E N T I O N S : N/A
E Q U I P M E N T : Light body armor | Fuzz


0600

In a dimly lit one-room apartment off 14th stirred a cyber K9 unit from its rest sequence. When its owner wasn't in his regular place, it scanned the room for a familiar heat signature, only to find him curled into the gap between the bed & tower server. The breathing pattern of the figure told Fuzz that he was still sleeping, but his form was dressed & his hair damp, dripping onto the pages of a ☒̵̡͈͇̗̟̳̯͉̏͛̏̿͝ͅ☒̴̢̹͓̪̗̜̬̪͎͉͂͐͝ͅ☒̴̢̼̜̞͉̠̬̼̲̱͍̉☒̸̧͙͎̱̙͇̘̟͍̥̰̮͐̽̉͑̂̒̏̑̎͂͛ in his lap at a rate of .34 droplets/second.

Located: Cyber K9 Handler C-232.

As a cybercom, Fuzz had an awaiting morning sequence to carry out, but it seemed like his owner had gotten a head start. Estimating the amount of time taken to shower & dress himself, it seemed Fuzz had 16 minutes to itself before needing to wake Alex to keep him on schedule.

At this realization, Fuzz nuzzled its way into its owner's lap.

Alarm in 960 seconds.
Entering sleep mode.

"Alright son, in a second you're gonna read out what's there for me," said an aging human, dressed in office wear. He pointed to an ID card hanging of the neck of the taller human beside him. The older one approached, "K9, register your owner."

At the prompt, the taller of the two took the other's place & announced, "Cyber K9 Handler C-232: Alejandro Cuesta." He hesitated a bit, eye darting up & back down to the ID as he spoke.

Registering Cyber K9 Handler C-232.
Status: Active K9.

Suddenly, he'd been given access to latent functions reserved for active units. The UI became filled with extra information, like the heartrates of the two humans & the estimations of the two's state of minds. One: Leaning forward, drawn brows, clenched jaw... Nervous. The other: half-lidded, leaned back, arms crossed... Apathetic. Voice box hummed, "... I am Alejandro Cuesta's Cyber K9."

"Alright, register aliases."

"Oh uh, Alex works."

"Hello, Alex works."

"God dammit," The mechanic fussed & nudged Alejandro out of the way, "Gimme a sec."


6:23 AM

Alejandro woke when the lump of leather stirred in his lap for the second time. His offline systems would have him reposition himself every 10 minutes to prevent something like components shifting, Alejandro recalled someone saying at work.
For a moment, he stayed like that, soaking in the low sun. He'd idly pet Fuzz & lament the probable crinkling of the book he'd been reading. No doubt was it ruined under the shifting weight of the big loaf &, as he'd come to realize, the dripping his hair contributed earlier that morning. He'd gotten up around 5 for whatever reason that day; nothing wrong with starting the day an hour early, he figured.
Accepting the loss with a huff, Alejandro gave his dog a firm pat, "C'mon bud, get up."

Soft whirring filled the silence of the morning. With a robotic whine, Fuzz roused to give a big stretch across Alejandro's chest; if it weren't for the armor he'd accidentally fallen asleep in, the scuffed up paws would have definitely left a scratch. From the amount of walking his little body's done, the leather of his limbs were already beginning to wear off & show metal. The reminding sight made Alejandro's heart twist.

Another pat. "Feeling okay? You didn't wake me up today. Maybe... we should get you checked out?" At the suggestion, the dog shook his head at an almost concerning speed. He jumped up onto the newly made bed — from before he fell back asleep — & gave a fiery bark toward the blinds, leaving a singe on a couple.

"Uh! No sir. Bad!" With a huff, Alejandro got to his feet to fan away the smoke with the paperback — a trashy pay-per-word romance novel whose title wasn't really worth mentioning. Alarm averted, he smacked his hand against the book, directing the sound at Fuzz with a frown, "Bad dog. What the hell?"

"System diagnostics come back tolerable," came from Fuzz's speaker in that apathetic, Starsoft David voice. One of these days Alejandro would get around to downloading something more fitting... One day.

"Tolerable is setting us on fire?!"

Another fuel-expelling bark. Alejandro threw his hands up, "¡Ya! I get it." Fuzz nodded, walking a couple circles before plopping down on the bed with a satisfied gruff. Alejandro wished he'd gotten that extra hour of sleep after all, feeling his eyes roll at the sight.

Having left Fuzz to nap, Alejandro stood in front of the mirror with a set head tilt & frown. He unbuckled & unzipped parts of his armor to soothe out his nap lines and then, like clockwork, he dressed himself. Smoothing out his sleeves & lapel, he considered the vision in the mirror.
The state of himself was... in Fuzz's words, tolerable. The neck of his armor stuck out past both the button-up & suit collar. The edges of his armor's velcro & zippers showed through the beige suit a bit oddly. There was an ink stain on the right wrist from last week's event. Dry cleaning was expensive, alright?
His hair had dried wrong, most noticeably, though he supposed the suit would offset that. A part of him considered jumping into the shower again, but he had a report to turn in before heading into that luncheon. Bad hair day, then; adds character.

"Ready?" He asked when he turned back around to face his now-drooling cyber dog. Fuel was getting all over his sheets. He'd have to clean that up this afternoon. That thought made him just wanna head out sooner, so with a tug on Fuzz's handle, they did.


9:31 AM

Knock knock.

"Got your report. Would've given you the afternoon, but good on you getting this in."

"Oh. Morning, chief," Alejandro swiveled to face the stout middle-aged man who'd stepped up to the desk he'd been occupying that morning - not assigned to him... yet. He tugged at his sleeve's trim & averted his eyes, "Yeah well, got up early so you know. Actually, I'm just heading out."

"Don't let me keep you," The chief's eyes wandered the little semi-cubicle, with Alejandro's following, before finally landing down at Fuzz. He must've noticed the paws, because he then mused, "Wanna leave it here? The maintenance guys could reskin it while you're out."

Alejandro pursed his lips in thought, watching Fuzz stifle a reaction; acting out here would mean a definite visit to maintenance. "Uh, maybe later. The, uh, kids like seeing him. Er, it." Did kids attend luncheons? Alejandro didn't even know.

"Hrm..." The chief's gaze darted between the two, before nodding, "Good thinkin'." He rested his hand on the desk's divider, stepping out before halting.

"And Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"Fix the mop."

"Uh — Yes sir."

In a stern voice, the chief added, "You're the department's face today. Look like it."

Alejandro felt his face fall when the chief took his leave. That last part wasn't as honorable as the chief's tone had implied it to be. Part of his duties as a new firemen was, evidently, playing fireman dress up whenever events called for it. Stuff like setting up recruitment booths at schools or attending these kinds of charity luncheons on behalf of the department. It couldn't really be helped; the other guys handled calls, while newbies were left with the chores.

Alejandro combed a hand through his "mop" — bit rude, really. It was short. More like a broom, than a mop — before landing his hand over his mouth, feeling at the downturned corners of his lips. Alejandro grimaced. The effects were lasting less & less these days. He reached a hand into the crossbody bag he'd strapped across Fuzz's back.

Pill popped, Alejandro slumped. He melted a bit into his chair, a calmness settling into features. The chief's voice echoed internally: Look like it. From his side, Fuzz gave a whine & nuzzled into a limp hand.



9:38 AM

The commute was to be around 7 minutes. From his readings, Alejandro recalled it having been doubled some 30 years ago without today's advancements in transportation.
It'd be 9:45 when they arrived; an exact 15 minutes before the event started. Perfectly early enough to settle into whatever table the organizers set him up with. Luckily, he thought, he didn't have to carry those hologram pop-up banners with him, like he did at booths. He just had to show up, eat, chat with department sponsors if they recognized him, & go home; Chief had said he would've given him the afternoon off, after all. Surely that still stood.

When he could, Alejandro avoided heading north. He didn't know; wasn't his scene or something like that. Halfway into the trip, when the bus made a stop, he remembered why.

Net U. As though he knew, Fuzz plopped his head into Ale's lap. Alejandro pet him, more for himself rather than the pup. Like a cruel joke, memories of school came to the forefront. When he'd been called into the counsellors, urging him to take a chance. That there were talks of Net making exceptions. That his grades were more than enough to be considered. That with a couple more extra curriculars, he'd have a good chance at candidacy. That —

Without a second thought, he reached into Fuzz's bag, tugging at the dog's handles when he pulled away.

Peace. The rest of the ride went smoothly after that. Great, even. Maybe, if he was lucky, he'd catch sight of the Needle before heading in. A mechanical whine.
Usually, I take a look at @Exit's C O N C E P T S   ᵇʸ ᴱˣᴵᵗ in the Test Forum if I want the most Vogue of RPG.

However, if you're feeling more arts & crafty, @Roach has two (1 and 2) threads in Article & Guides that gives some good pointers on how to develop your bbcoding.


Ooh, thank you so much! These two are awesome!
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The empty OOC tab because we use PMs.


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c h a r a c t e r s





Yan Huiyin
(鷰辉霪 Yàn Huīyín) Surname Yan, "bright heavy rain"


ᴀɢᴇ 17
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ / ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ 160 cm / 60 kg
ʀᴀᴄᴇ human
ᴀʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ lawful neutral
ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ refined, perceptive


p o w e r s

Phoenix Feather Flame Fist
A supplementary style promoted by the ___ Sect. This martial art is characterized by its fluidity and flexibility. This martial art stretches one's muscles out until things like doing the splits, bending over backwards and grabbing your own ankles, and other such things are easy to do. Practitioners of this art would use their hands like a bird's wings, smoothly deflecting enemy attacks. Their feet would be like talons and beaks, using fast and precise kicks to hit the opponent in their weak spots and pierce defenses. They spend extensive portions of their time perfecting their skill in qigong, allowing them to leap high in the air, perform acrobatics, and scale walls.
At higher levels, qi is incorporated into their techniques, allowing them to command self-made projectiles.
p e r s o n a l i t y

— Outwardly reserved. Known by few, seen by many. Upon first encounter, Huiyin may come across as a wallflower. On her neckline of her robes is a fur lining that she's known to turtle her head into. Since joining ___ Sect, she has carefully curated an image of being a quietly magnetic kind of girl. Years of social training has allowed her great skill in navigating social situations or charming those who converse with her.

— Carries herself with the deportment of a noblewoman, choosing her words carefully to maintain a refined nature about her. Values how she's perceived above all. If one cares to looks closely, it's possible to see through her.

— Cunning, sharp mind.

— Buried beneath all this is an spirited youth, flame dulled from apathy. By nature, she's not easily swayed; diligent in following through whatever her mind's set on.

— Lying makes her sick to her stomach.
h i s t o r y

As a child, she was as charismatic as she is today, though not as self-aware. She was both a leader among the children and openly a bully towards the meek, lonely ones who wanted to feel included. She’d entertain herself by asking that impossible things be done and the like. Towards parents, she was an angel, as she’d look after their children during the day and ensure her friends’ safe arrival home come nightfall. Though she did this, it was only to really ensure they didn’t idle or plot amongst themselves. A bully!

Even young, her mind was sharp. Luckily, she’d been blessed into a rich family who could afford to send even her, a daughter, off to pursue academia after her two older brothers. She went without complaint, knowing doing so was her responsibility to her family, though she longed for nothing more than to play. Her lessons bored her but she kept at it, mindlessly. Soon, studying literature and culture turned into seeking cultivation, which turned into pursuing a sect.

At the recommendation of her teacher, a lofty scholar with prominence in government, she applied to the ___ Sect where she was narrowly picked.


登三终极峰
Ascend the Three Supreme Peaks


@Zeroth x @miztli


z u i g a o m o u n t a i n s e c t

最高山派, "Supreme" Mountain Sect
Characterized by its three most prominent peaks, Zuigao Mountain Sect is the world's most prominent cultivation sect. It is notoriously difficult to get accepted into; bribes or heavenly interventions are no stranger to the stories of the disciples studying here.
Zuigao Mountain Sect boasts a vast curriculum, stretching across the three peaks of the mountain & culminating into "paths."

s t o r y

Feng Tai has no recollection of his past, seemingly born a peasant boy. Yan Huiyin is a young miss, daughter of wealthy merchants. Despite their circumstances, both are now outer disciples of the world's greatest cultivation sect. Within them both burns a twin flame that yearns to achieve immortality and... Ascend the Three Supreme Peaks!
s u r r o u n d i n g a r e a s

灵兽林, Spiritual Beast Forest
The Spiritual Beast Forest located quite a ways away from Zuigao. Spiritual Heart Fruits are known to ripen at a specific time of year and present its qi-infused seed near the time of Zuigao's promotion exams. Low-threat spirit beasts are known to wander the forest & attack intruders. Tread with caution.


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