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I'm back from my hiatus after finally graduating :)

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Name
Mable Tycho

Age
19

Gender
Female

Education
Just finished high school, gonna be enrolled in her first semester of college soon

Job
Part time waitress at a diner called Johnny's Kitchen

Brief explanation of personality
Pretty nice girl, not totally trusting of strangers, but she doesn't assume that they have terrible intentions as well. She likes to make other people comfortable, even if it ruins her time a little bit, but she does have a breaking point.

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@Sailorsadie yeah I'm down. If they're vanguard, Elize likely knows them or knows of them not only because she's noble but because of her brother Micah
Interested, I'll be keeping an eye on this ;)
In ... 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
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@Aerandir ayyy lmao she wouldn't mind chris hemsworth is a fine lookin man. With her father being a High Lord, they definitely would have met at some point or another. Not necissarily good friends but familiar enough. Since she has no real stake in either side maybe Fenros could reel her into the cause?
Personally can’t wait to see more cs’s


Same, I'm getting a little hype about them lol
Is there a reason NOT to do competitive applications? First-come first-serve is only really fair to people in the right time zone, anyway (me, right now) - but then you don't necessarily get the best group and might end up missing players you'd really like over players who are, as you say, quick but maybe at a cost.

If you're not under a time crunch to get the game started, you could just declare a time period, let people app throughout it, and then pick the group you want at the end.


That honestly seems like a good alternative because of how competitive things seem to be already




@OneStoryToMany Finished with both! :) Tell me if there's anything I need to fix or change
I'm really intrigued & I'd love to apply but I'm afraid that because this is a small group I wouldn't be able to make a cs in time
Kite rubbed at the bright yellow lemons on her neck as she waited for Miss Momoko to return back to the living room. She could never seem to get use to the posh lives lived by the people in Diamond Heights. The furniture was too white and windows too clear, almost like they wanted the whole world to see their wealth and personal business. But, then again, Kite supposed that they did. It's what many thrived off of, projecting this fantasy of the daily duties in Diamond Heights. Little girls from the Lower District would watch rich women dance and sing and do all sorts of things from their Geiger tablets and dream of making it big one day. Kite had given up that dream a long time ago.
Miss Momoko. was a usual client, one who was scheduled to receive a new liver soon to replace the last one Kite had supplied a few years ago. Kite didn't have to be a genius or detective to know that Momoko had a drinking problem because of her husband's adulterous habits. She never asked those kinds of questions. The only questions she usually asked were: "What's your blood type?" "Can this day fit in your schedule for surgery?" "How much are you willing to pay?"
Miss Momoko strutted back into her living room, two drinks in hand. "I've been very much enjoying your new work, Kite," the older woman said.
Kite smiled in return and accepted the glass, but did not take a sip. "Thank you, but I'm glad to get away from the shop for a bit and help my other clients out," the girl responded politely. "Now, may we discuss prices?"
Momoko laughed heartily and took a big gulp of her drink. Kite wondered how long many long years it took before the woman had stopped wincing at the fire burning down her throat. "You're always straight to the point, Kite, and I appreciate that very much. I believe you told me this new liver you have comes from a young boy?"
Kite nodded. "A Complex kid, only 18, never touched a drug in his life. His little sister...she is afflicted with the bio-plague. He needs money for treatment."
"But he has no physical contact with her, correct?"
"Yes, ma'am, only through the Databahn. His liver might as well be brand new."
The worry on Miss Momoko's face faded, and the wrinkles around her eyes loosened. She was a beautiful woman, but it was hard to pinpoint exactly how old she was. After all the plastic surgeries and biotech implanted in her frail body, who knew how many years she might have under her belt? She took another gulp of her glass. "You know me so well, so much better than the last people I dealed with. They tried offering me sloppy bio-engineered pig's livers."
Kite forced out a chuckle. That wasn't uncommon. Pig organs match well with human body parts. "It took me a couple months of convincing and coaxing, but the boy has agreed to have his liver extracted tomorrow around noon."
"And I shall be there as well with the money."
The women politely chatted some more before Kite hastily left the apartment before Momoko's husband could arrive home. Kite boarded the monorail and speedily arrived in the Lower District. The place stunk of shit and piss and every other excrement know to man and AI, but the rain did its best to oppress the stench. Passing by a crime scene, Kite paused for a moment to watch as the officers shuffled around through water and mud. They covered the mangled body with a white sheet before carrying it into an ambulance. The work of syndicates, no doubt. It was only one of the thousands of bodies recovered from the trenches of the Lower District. Part of Kite wondered what they had done to be so brutally demolished, who it might be a message to. Was it the Shang Kal or the Headhunters or the Omega? Who the fuck knows. They all have something to be mad about. Kite walked on, kept her head down, and tried to forget the horrific scene. Despite seeing so many similar situations, so much that they seemed to blend together at times, each was as gut-wrenching as the first. It made her rethink taking on gang member clients at Sky Tattoos, but then she would remember the money they brought it, and she would be forced to swallow her discomfort.
Kite stopped at a small sandwich shop run by a few robots and a cyborg manager. She somehow managed to down a grilled cheese without thinking of the body, and the odd sensation in her stomach ceased. Checking her watch, Kite found that it would still be a few hours before Sky Tattoos would open for the night. She settled back in her chair and watched the rain streak against the shop windows and people bustle on by.
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