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Sorry everyone for the delays, I've been busy with schoolwork and other RPs lately. I will try to find time to finish my sheet, and we can start right after. This weekend at the latest, I promise.
TheMaster99
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Benevolent Cyberpunk
STATUS: Bio is finally redone! Still want to add more to it eventually, but I'm happy with it for now. 8 yrs ago
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8 yrs ago
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Bio is finally redone! Still want to add more to it eventually, but I'm happy with it for now.
8 yrs ago
Might be active again soon™. Bio/etc definitely needs a lot of TLC.
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10 yrs ago
School and work on my birthday. Yay.
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10 yrs ago
OMG 33 on the ACT!!
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10 yrs ago
Hmm.. maybe I should update this? ...Nah.
Bio
Luke aka TheMaster99
Twenty-Five | EST | Discord
About Me
I'm a roleplayer by night, but by day I'm a software engineer. I have been programming in some capacity since I was eight, and once I discovered programming I simply never stopped writing code. Some of that code I've written was for this very website, and maybe some day I'll add some more. However, most of my work is done in boring corporate land.
I discovered programming in a game called ROBLOX, and coincidentally that is also where I first discovered roleplaying. One day I was exploring the forums, and noticed a roleplaying section. Curious, I took a look and I was instantly hooked. The content was mostly in the Free RP level, with a small amount of Casual tier games, but at the time even that was high quality content to me. Over the years my interest in the game faded, and although I continued programming after ultimately leaving the community, I did not continue roleplaying.
Years later, I gradually started wanting to get back into roleplaying. I began googling around, and after looking at a few different websites I finally decided that the Guild seemed to be the best of them all. I made an account on December 13, 2014, and started jumping into some games; I quickly decided on sticking to mostly High Casual, but eventually moved more towards Advanced as I realized that most of the games I was in were easily at that level anyway. This was right around the time that Mahz was working on rebuilding the website from the ground up, and after chatting with him for a while in the IRC during some site downtime I decided that I wanted to help.
I ultimately didn't contribute too much, but nevertheless I was the first (and so far, only one of two?) non-anonymous users to help Mahz with developing the website. As a reward, after he implemented the trophy system I was awarded the special Benevolent Cyberpunk trophy, which gives me a special userbit that looks like this:
I discovered programming in a game called ROBLOX, and coincidentally that is also where I first discovered roleplaying. One day I was exploring the forums, and noticed a roleplaying section. Curious, I took a look and I was instantly hooked. The content was mostly in the Free RP level, with a small amount of Casual tier games, but at the time even that was high quality content to me. Over the years my interest in the game faded, and although I continued programming after ultimately leaving the community, I did not continue roleplaying.
Years later, I gradually started wanting to get back into roleplaying. I began googling around, and after looking at a few different websites I finally decided that the Guild seemed to be the best of them all. I made an account on December 13, 2014, and started jumping into some games; I quickly decided on sticking to mostly High Casual, but eventually moved more towards Advanced as I realized that most of the games I was in were easily at that level anyway. This was right around the time that Mahz was working on rebuilding the website from the ground up, and after chatting with him for a while in the IRC during some site downtime I decided that I wanted to help.
I ultimately didn't contribute too much, but nevertheless I was the first (and so far, only one of two?) non-anonymous users to help Mahz with developing the website. As a reward, after he implemented the trophy system I was awarded the special Benevolent Cyberpunk trophy, which gives me a special userbit that looks like this:
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@AuntFlavia *nods* although if your computer isn't being "...weird" when we do it, I would prefer to do it in a chatzy (if you don't know, it's just a free browser-based, semi-private chatroom) or write it together on a google doc. Up to you, though!
@AuntFlavia along the same lines, would you like to do a collab with Jonas and Tom interacting on the shared balcony, probably after the party? It's bound to happen eventually, anyway 
Also, as far as the "delete my post" button, it currently isn't in the works but it will be immediately, if Mahz consents to it. Will report back later when I have an answer.
Also, as far as the "delete my post" button, it currently isn't in the works but it will be immediately, if Mahz consents to it. Will report back later when I have an answer.
^ Seconded.
Tom Porter
"I guess you all got the invitation, too, yeah?" Tom heard the newest girl to arrive say, looking up. He nodded, sipping his coffee.
"Weird? Definitely. But an all-expenses paid trip to Germany? A chance to escape – well, life, for a little while? I'll take that any day, weird or not." Leaning back and rubbing his temples, he muttered, "That party popper was a bitch to clean up, though."
Looking up from his coffee, Tom looked around at the two new people to arrive. The first one, a girl who was very pretty – in Tom's opinion – seemed rather shy. Couldn't blame her, since she dropped herself into a foreign land at the expense of an unknown host, for reasons that are as of yet a mystery. When he put it that way, Tom wasn't sure why he had thought it was a good idea. The second one was definitely not shy, having the guts to initiate a conversation with a bunch of people that were strangers to one another. But you'd have to have guts to agree to go on this adventure, I suppose. Tom looked up at the ceiling, then immediately regretted it, flinching subtly – although the lighting is quite comfortable, looking directly at it is not, and doing so with a hangover is even worse. Taking another sip of coffee, he sighed.
"I guess you all got the invitation, too, yeah?" Tom heard the newest girl to arrive say, looking up. He nodded, sipping his coffee.
"Weird? Definitely. But an all-expenses paid trip to Germany? A chance to escape – well, life, for a little while? I'll take that any day, weird or not." Leaning back and rubbing his temples, he muttered, "That party popper was a bitch to clean up, though."
Looking up from his coffee, Tom looked around at the two new people to arrive. The first one, a girl who was very pretty – in Tom's opinion – seemed rather shy. Couldn't blame her, since she dropped herself into a foreign land at the expense of an unknown host, for reasons that are as of yet a mystery. When he put it that way, Tom wasn't sure why he had thought it was a good idea. The second one was definitely not shy, having the guts to initiate a conversation with a bunch of people that were strangers to one another. But you'd have to have guts to agree to go on this adventure, I suppose. Tom looked up at the ceiling, then immediately regretted it, flinching subtly – although the lighting is quite comfortable, looking directly at it is not, and doing so with a hangover is even worse. Taking another sip of coffee, he sighed.
@MyCatGinger Haha tu parles français mieux que moi :D
And no, our characters don't know any usable amounts of French/German. So sayeth the dictator GM.
And no, our characters don't know any usable amounts of French/German. So sayeth the dictator GM.
@MyCatGinger Je parle français aussi :D
@MyCatGinger FYI, the briefcase is inside the house when you find it, not on the welcome mat.
Tom Porter
When Tom arrived at JFK airport, it was already well past sunset. Despite being a major airport, at this late hour there weren't very many people. He grinned to himself as he skipped the (albeit short) line and went straight to the plane, watching their envious gaze. I could get used to this, Tom thought.
When he got his first glimpse of the plane, he had to admit that he was impressed, although he noted that there was no writing on the side to indicate who the plane belonged to. As he embarked, he glanced up to see a person watching him for the slightest of moments, before retreating into another compartment. Tom didn't get a good view of him, but he was definitely wearing a grey suit. Confused, he turned to the stewardess.
"Excuse me, but I thought this was a private flight?"
"Yes, sir. Only you and Mr.– another gentleman are on this flight," the stewardess responded, blushing furiously as she corrected herself. Tom shrugged. Although curious as to who was flying with him, he could tell that he wouldn't get any further explanations from her.
She showed him to his seat, and regaining her professionalism, gestured towards the staff area. "We have a wide variety of meals available, as well as beverages – coffee, fountain drinks, or if you are so inclined, we have plenty of alcoholic beverages as well. Would you like anything?"
No way will I get wasted tonight. Drinking away one’s sorrows is for the weak! Tom thought to himself.
Tom woke up several hours later at approximately 4:00 local time, with a killer headache and subtle stains on the carpeted floor that left no question about his actions last night. He groaned pathetically.
He went to the bathroom and did his best to make himself look somewhat presentable, noticing that the door to the other compartment was left open. The other passenger must have left a while ago, probably immediately after landing. Whatever – he probably wouldn’t see the man ever again, so the mystery will have to remain unsolved.
As Tom stepped off the plane, he was glad that he hadn’t made a mess of his clothes. Entering the waiting room, he saw that there were already two people sitting. One woman, and one man with quite the beard. Before long he turned his attention to the refreshments table – he had been told that he could help himself, and he certainly intended to. He considered pouring another glass of wine, but decided against it, opting for some coffee instead. Picking a seat at random, he sat down, twiddling a spoon around in his coffee. This is going to be a long day, Tom thought wearily.
When Tom arrived at JFK airport, it was already well past sunset. Despite being a major airport, at this late hour there weren't very many people. He grinned to himself as he skipped the (albeit short) line and went straight to the plane, watching their envious gaze. I could get used to this, Tom thought.
When he got his first glimpse of the plane, he had to admit that he was impressed, although he noted that there was no writing on the side to indicate who the plane belonged to. As he embarked, he glanced up to see a person watching him for the slightest of moments, before retreating into another compartment. Tom didn't get a good view of him, but he was definitely wearing a grey suit. Confused, he turned to the stewardess.
"Excuse me, but I thought this was a private flight?"
"Yes, sir. Only you and Mr.– another gentleman are on this flight," the stewardess responded, blushing furiously as she corrected herself. Tom shrugged. Although curious as to who was flying with him, he could tell that he wouldn't get any further explanations from her.
She showed him to his seat, and regaining her professionalism, gestured towards the staff area. "We have a wide variety of meals available, as well as beverages – coffee, fountain drinks, or if you are so inclined, we have plenty of alcoholic beverages as well. Would you like anything?"
No way will I get wasted tonight. Drinking away one’s sorrows is for the weak! Tom thought to himself.
Tom woke up several hours later at approximately 4:00 local time, with a killer headache and subtle stains on the carpeted floor that left no question about his actions last night. He groaned pathetically.
He went to the bathroom and did his best to make himself look somewhat presentable, noticing that the door to the other compartment was left open. The other passenger must have left a while ago, probably immediately after landing. Whatever – he probably wouldn’t see the man ever again, so the mystery will have to remain unsolved.
As Tom stepped off the plane, he was glad that he hadn’t made a mess of his clothes. Entering the waiting room, he saw that there were already two people sitting. One woman, and one man with quite the beard. Before long he turned his attention to the refreshments table – he had been told that he could help himself, and he certainly intended to. He considered pouring another glass of wine, but decided against it, opting for some coffee instead. Picking a seat at random, he sat down, twiddling a spoon around in his coffee. This is going to be a long day, Tom thought wearily.
@Jig True. My character is from NYC, so make of that what you will.
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