The RC Master

Radio Free Metropolis

To any passerby, the hotel would've looked like the most unsanitary and worn down place in the world. Rust and dirt lingered in crevices and corners. Semi working neon lights glowed softly, the metallic walls softly reflecting the red illumination. Those who wandered too close to the building were quickly cast away by the harsh glares and insults of sketchy looking groups that loitered by the entrances. The smell of cigar smoke intermingled with the stench of smog and trash to create a mind numbing scent that hovered around the building.
To anyone else, this was a place that should've been shut down decades before. To Trein Fallfer, it was home.

Or it was

Trein drummed her fingers on the rusted metal desk. Her brown eyes stared down at the floor to avoid the manager's harsh glare.

"I've had enough of you, Ms. Fallfer," the manager barked, his watery eyes squinting in disapproval. "You've caused me nothing but trouble during your month long stay!"

"I haven't done anything wrong!" Trein protested, looking up. Her small mouth was put into an almost childish pout.

"Oh? You've managed to break a total of twenty-eight windows, break down your door, and paint a nude man posing inappropriately at the back of the hotel. And let me just note that those were what you did last week," the manager pointed out.

Trein rolled her eyes, the corners of her mouth twitching upward as she remembered her little 'art project'. "I was just trying to liven up this dump."

The manager shook his head. "No, Ms. Fallfer. You're lucky that I allowed you to stay this long. But enough is enough. Get out of my hotel!"

"But-"

"Good-bye, Ms. Fallfer. You should be thankful that I'm not charging you with property damage or calling MetPo!"

Trein glared and clenched her fists tightly. Pure loathing blazed in her eyes. With an irritated huff, she stalked through the front doors and away from the hotel. She glared at the ground as she walked through alleyways and cursed at the manager under her breath. Once again, she had nowhere to go and no place to sleep.

Oh what a wonderful life.

Hidey Hey

*tosses a shoe* Sorry, I just really like throwing shoes. :3
Well, hey-o Fuzz! I hope you have a grand ol' time here and that we RP together soon.
PM me if you ever wanna chat. :)

Apocalyptic Fantasy Adventure idea

Well this catches my interest. Count me in!

Radio Free Metropolis

Name: Trein Fallfer

Age: 24

Gender/Sexuality: Female/Heterosexual

Main Skill: Trein has a flair for art, especially painting and graffiti.

Secondary Skills: Climbing, Pranking

Quirk: Trein is very optimistic. She'll always try to find a silver lining, no matter how bad a situation is.

Oddity: She has a tendency to talk to herself a lot.

Flaw: Trein will not back down from a challenge, no matter how stupid or pathetic it is. This has led to her breaking both her arms, almost becoming paralyzed, and nearly dying before in the past. Who knows what it will bring her in the future.

Secret Weapon: She's got quite the eye for details. This becomes useful when she's painting--or when she's looking for something.

Goal in Life (meta): Become a well known artist throughout the entire world.

Goal in Life (immediate): Find a job to pay for art supplies and a steady home.

Reason-They-Will-Ultimately-Win: She's stubborn, hard working, willing to do whatever it takes to get what she wants, no matter the cost. Trein is very nifty with a spray can, using it as both a weapon and/or an artful tool.

Reason-They-Will-Ultimately-Fail: Trein is very prideful. She doesn't accept help easily, preferring to do tasks herself. This mixed with her competitiveness makes her prone to doing stupid things.
She also struggles with maintaining her art supplies and her house due to financial problems. Because of this, she's always running out of supplies, using money for food on art, and constantly moving about.

Theme song(s):

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger

Description:

Appearance

She stands at 5'4" and has her hair pulled into a ponytail a lot.

Equipment:
Spectrum Glow™ Hue-changing Spray Paint

This fancy can of paint can be any colour you want! Thanks to a digital touch screen on the side, you can choose from a wide assortment of colours, from red to purple to even green! These things can even come in handy as a weapon. Someone trying to mug you? Hit them on the head or spray paint their faces. That'll buy you enough time to run away.

EZ Go™ Utility Belt

You can never be Batman, but you can pretend to be with this fancy pantsy utility belt! With surprisingly spacious pockets and multiple loops to hold cylindrical objects, this bad boy can carry quite a bit of weight around while feeling like you're carrying a feather. Items are quick and easy to get out and put back when you're on the run.

Generic Equipment: Trein carries a few cans of paint which she stores in her utility belt. There's a couple sheets of paper and a pencil in the pockets.

Short Bio: For someone born in the upper levels, she's pretty dang poor. For the first three years of her life, Trein was raised into a life of luxury and riches. After a financial disaster, however, her family's wealth was quickly depleted. They went down to the lower levels and have lived there, struggling to get back to power.
Trein moved away from her family at age sixteen to focus more on her artistic ambitions. Since then, she's been pretty much raising herself.

Radio Free Metropolis (Multimedia)

Oh heck yeah! This sounds awesome. Count me in.

Clearview Bay University

Fox nodded with a small grin on his face. Surprisingly enough, he was actually looking forward to this party and seeing his newly found companions there. No doubt that it was probably gonna get crazy, but Fox was ready for crazy.
"Great! Well, if you guys need a ride, I can drive you there," he offered.

Clearview Bay University

Fox chuckled uneasily at the joke. "Right..."
He followed, heading back to the table with his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. Thankfully most of the milkshake was gone, though the table was a little sticky. He turned towards Thalia. "Thanks again. So, I guess I'll see you at that party?" He grinned lightly.

Clearview Bay University

"No problem. Come over whenever you'd like." Fox smirked as Thomas glanced over at Ava. There was a childish gleam in his eyes. "Ooooh...Thomas' got a giiirlfriiieeend, Thomas' got a giiirlfriiieeend," he sang like a school girl.

Clearview Bay University

He chuckled, pocketing the cash. "I gotcha. My stash is in my dorm, so do you wanna pick it up now?"
Fox turned red as Thomas playfully punched him. He glared. "W-what? No! I just met her!"

Clearview Bay University

Fox broke into a grin when he saw the bills. He quickly snatched them and leafed through, counting. He let out a low whistle.
"Now we're talking..." he murmured, "alright. Deal. What kind of stuff did you have in mind? Classy wine? Vodka? Or maybe you want a little smoke?"