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Current Recently returned from an extended period of. . . not being here, I guess? Looking to start some stories, so gimme a message if you've got ideas you think I might like!
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@Avanhelsing
So I might have gone a little bit overboard.

@my Lalia
Not a problem Lali.
Damian Luv
Match Office

The young man had been in his dorm room earlier this afternoon, sitting on the futon with a friend of his and just watching television; of course said friend was a girl on skype who was watching the same show as it aired this morning, when his cell phone rang. He hadn't recognized the number at first and paused the show to stand and take the call in the other room, his quiet feet bear on the cold tile floor of their kitchenette. ’‘Damian Luv? We've located your match. And that was all the young man had needed to hear for him to hit end and quickly say good bye to his friend before jumping into the shower. He couldn't just be dirty when meeting his match for the first time; he had to make a good impression so he would like him, regardless of how he dressed. He dried and dressed and was out the door with plenty of time to spare to make it to the office before the time of the meeting.

Damian could feel his heart hammering in his chest and his fingers trembled with anticipation as he walked across the campus, his dark jeans complimenting his long legs while the black sweater he wore concealed most of his awkwardly pale skin and the tattoo’s on his arms. He hoped that his match didn't mind tattoo’s too much, because each one was a part of the young man’s life one way or another. His dark black hair reflected the light with a gloss and deep purple sheen as he stepped through the patches of sunlight between trees; his eyes were a soft shade of blue that sparked with his excitement at finally being able to meet someone who could love him for who he was, someone he wouldn't have to pretend for anymore. At the door to the Match Office he lifted a pale, long fingered hand and turned the doorknob, painted black nails matching the dog collar he wore around his neck and the makeup he had thrown on. Surprisingly though he didn't look scary or depressing dressed in all the black with the eye liner or the strange accessories; he was elegant and gangly in his own strange way.

Walking inside he had assumed he would see his match waiting for him but there was no one but Mr. Harada there and the older man beckoned him inside. ‘He was at swim practice so he might take a bit to get here.’ The man explained, it was the same man as on the phone and the young homosexual nodded quietly, butterflies fluttered anxiously in his stomach. Swim practice? Then he must be the athletic type that had never really shown much interest in the thin, stay-home boy who liked to bake instead of play ball. He was pacing, his black high tops making very little sound on the plush carpet that he walked on and he marveled at how plain the room was until he heard the doorknob turn and saw the door crack open just a hair. His match was here.

Mid step the door opened to reveal one of the older, taller and clearly more attractive men at the school – one that which Damian had no idea had been gay – and the smaller boy nearly fell over as he tripped over his own foot and that pesky out of place air molecule. Righting himself he stared for a moment, taking in the man’s disheveled hair, the dampness of his clothes and the way that a bead of water or sweat trickled down the man’s neck. He felt heat spread across his face as he blushed, his pale skin turning a bright shade of red as he looked away and down, bowing his head slightly so that his slightly too long hair fell into his face and hid his features from view.

‘Meet you match boys.’
@my Lalia
Let's go with late autumn. Which would be a couple months into school.
@Eleventhfret
Your allowed to be non human if you'd like.

@Avanhelsing
Please and thank you
@my Lalia
Yeah of course they can.
@Avanhelsing
I might write three paragraphs anyway. I enjoy longer posts. And it's an intro. I'm only going to get more boring the longer I play lol

@Eleventhfret
Well you're going to have to post at some point ;)
@Avanhelsing
Well we can meet at the Match office if you'd like. I probably won't do a massive introductory post. But I don't want to overrun the entire thread between the two of us so I'll probably wait for someone else to post too.
@Eleventhfret
What's up? WHy are you confused?
@Avanhelsing

DO you want them to meet right off the bat?
Do you know what it's like to be a machine in place of a person? A weapon against people? Used and abused but unable to escape because hey have someone important to you? Wouldn't you crack under the pressure?



Name
Roza 'Glich' Viguard | Formerly Elizabeth Gaern | Agent Vigard | Number 13
Age
17
Sex
Female
Year
4th - Teaches Computer Technology
Sexual Orientation
Pansexual - Demiromantic
Anti-Match

Likes

♥ Hacking
♥ Tea
♥ Anime/Manga - formerly
♥ Cats
♥ Basements
♥ Brenden Gaern - formerly
♥ Action movies - formerly
♥ Video games
♥ Explosives

Dislikes

- The government - formerly
- The match program
- Dust
- Being called by her old name
- Losing at games
- Jealous women who get in the way
- FBI Agents
- Emotions

Personality
Secretive || Smart-alec || Quiet || Dense || Fun-loving || Zones out often || Manipulative || Unemotional

Biography

Elizabeth Gaern was always a skilled hacker with her brother Brenden though she never anticipated his mistake to lead the secret service back to them. This small mistake spelled the end for Elizabeth. She shouldered the blame so her brother could get away without a scratch. But once taken away it was not what she had been expecting. It was the secret service that took her but not government agents who kept her. Not a week after her arrest did she find herself in the basement of a large building in Moscow Russia with nothing but the clothes on her back. Even her computer was gone. This was the beginning of Roza Viguard the agent of no one. She trained in things at first being black mailed though it wasn't long until she enjoyed the work and began to forget about her life before this. Now she is currently employed by a large organization - along with her team - to take down the Match Program.

Extras
· Has a tattoo that matches her brothers
· Elizabeth had darker hair and eyes than Roza does
· Trained in infiltration, hand to hand combat and knife fighting
· Has no aim with fired weaponry
· Allergic to dust, pollen and certain kinds of perfumes
· Elizabeth were glasses whereas Roza does not
· She has met with and been with Tetsu
· She is a powerful technopath
· Speaks Russian, Japanese, Portuguese, French, Spanish, Swedish, Latin
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