jagajac said
Ali's like... don't make me choose!
Then she's all... yes, fight for my affections.
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You are the puzzle that I will never be able to solve and somehow, that's okay.
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I'm sorry... I can't keep going like this. I need solidity. Figure out what you want and why... and then talk to me. I will always love you. And yes. even she knows that.
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Kind of just came out to my family and Facebook that I'm getting a sex change... so yeah... dealing with that. Be back soon.
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Mogtaki, send me a PM I'm going to be puppeting Charles
Agreed. I tend to do a LOT of research when it comes to my characters background :)
That would be the best idea ever! XD I also am very into character development, though I tend to keep as much information about my characters to myself as I can and then open up the floodgates as the rp goes on :P
Ghost Shadow said
Hey Yoshi, will Kate have been somewhat involved in Sektor's design. Or even it's make? She is in one of the more expensive districts, and has extensive knowledge in robotics.
That would be up to you, I can totally see her having some hand in it, but he's your character so I'll let you decide that :D
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And posted. Let the mating displays begin! *puffs out chest and thumps it* Oooo! Ooooooooooo!! :P
Logan then felt the warmth radiating off of Alison as she came to stand by him, now in the light so that the demonstrations may continue. He didn't need to look at her to know it was her...he had her scent. Her remark make him smirk, a low, single chuckle emitting from his throat though he kept his eyes forward, only the profile of his face to her and his bare arms still crossed over his chest. When he finally turned to look at her, he noticed her own hands wrapped around her arms, trying to keep warm. He glanced back over to the dark part of the room where he had left his leather jacket only moments before. Was it cold in here? He hadn't noticed, not really.
Logan didn't so much mind the temperature in the lower bunker as some of the others might have. In fact, standing there in his thin white wife-beater in the cool air started to make him think of his home in Canada. The summers were cool and the winters a complete white-out. Hell when he was just sixteen and on the run with Rose they had lived in an old abandoned barn with half of one wall blown out in the middle of winter with nothing to keep them warm but some old, dried up hay. A sharp exhale came out Logan's nose, enough that just the faintest of his breath could be seen in the chilly air. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking back on Canada...on Rose...no. No he couldn't think about that, not right now.
"Logan san! Kimberly was right, two persons up there." Yukiko said coming back down the stairs with the two strangers close behind her. The eagerness and sheer awe of the spectacle was shining bright on Yukiko's face, and she smiled over at the girl in the red dress, obviously highly impressed by her ability and bowed slightly to her, showing her a deep amount of respect with the simple movement. In fact...Yukiko was impressed by everyone's abilities that she had seen, she couldn't imagine being in a more interesting place. Though, she did hope that Logan would want to skip over her own little demonstration, as she had only done...whatever the hell that was on the train...once before and she didn't know if she would be able to do it again...especially on the spot. She felt out of place as it was, and producing a failure wasn't exactly what Yukiko wanted everyone in the room to remember.
Logan snapped out of his memories at Yukiko's voice. More mutants?
"Jesus Erik, did Charles think we were going to adopt them all and raise them on a farm?" Logan asked, noting though that the Kimberly girl had been right. Still, he was a bit annoyed about the headache. Then, suddenly catching a familiar scent, Logan broke out into a grin.
"I knew you couldn't stay buried in the snow for too much longer." Logan said as he spotted Scott walking towards the group. But before Scott could even answer, something was wrong...something dangerous...Logan could feel it. Logan then leapt into a swift run towards Scott. If he lost control now...that could mean lives, and he was willing to be the object that got in the way of saving those lives. But just as soon as Logan had nearly made it to Scott, he seemed to have himself back under control, the worried look on Logan's face melting away as he slowed to a slight jog, and Scott was back to talking. Logan had to take a moment, maybe bringing Scott down here wasn't the best idea. Well, not that it was really his idea to begin with, had he known...
"No. We're playing 'get to know you." Logan said, now keeping a close eye on Scott. He had seen what Scott could do, and he knew just how uncontrollable he was. Needless to say, he was now on edge. "We just have a few more to do. And no offense Scott, I think you had better pass on this one."
Now walking with Scott and the...new girl who he had completely failed to recognize due to the circumstances, he picked up his brown leather jacket he had tossed earlier and carried it with him back to the group, tossing it to Alison for her to catch.
"Alright who else wants lunch?"
Logan didn't so much mind the temperature in the lower bunker as some of the others might have. In fact, standing there in his thin white wife-beater in the cool air started to make him think of his home in Canada. The summers were cool and the winters a complete white-out. Hell when he was just sixteen and on the run with Rose they had lived in an old abandoned barn with half of one wall blown out in the middle of winter with nothing to keep them warm but some old, dried up hay. A sharp exhale came out Logan's nose, enough that just the faintest of his breath could be seen in the chilly air. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking back on Canada...on Rose...no. No he couldn't think about that, not right now.
"Logan san! Kimberly was right, two persons up there." Yukiko said coming back down the stairs with the two strangers close behind her. The eagerness and sheer awe of the spectacle was shining bright on Yukiko's face, and she smiled over at the girl in the red dress, obviously highly impressed by her ability and bowed slightly to her, showing her a deep amount of respect with the simple movement. In fact...Yukiko was impressed by everyone's abilities that she had seen, she couldn't imagine being in a more interesting place. Though, she did hope that Logan would want to skip over her own little demonstration, as she had only done...whatever the hell that was on the train...once before and she didn't know if she would be able to do it again...especially on the spot. She felt out of place as it was, and producing a failure wasn't exactly what Yukiko wanted everyone in the room to remember.
Logan snapped out of his memories at Yukiko's voice. More mutants?
"Jesus Erik, did Charles think we were going to adopt them all and raise them on a farm?" Logan asked, noting though that the Kimberly girl had been right. Still, he was a bit annoyed about the headache. Then, suddenly catching a familiar scent, Logan broke out into a grin.
"I knew you couldn't stay buried in the snow for too much longer." Logan said as he spotted Scott walking towards the group. But before Scott could even answer, something was wrong...something dangerous...Logan could feel it. Logan then leapt into a swift run towards Scott. If he lost control now...that could mean lives, and he was willing to be the object that got in the way of saving those lives. But just as soon as Logan had nearly made it to Scott, he seemed to have himself back under control, the worried look on Logan's face melting away as he slowed to a slight jog, and Scott was back to talking. Logan had to take a moment, maybe bringing Scott down here wasn't the best idea. Well, not that it was really his idea to begin with, had he known...
"No. We're playing 'get to know you." Logan said, now keeping a close eye on Scott. He had seen what Scott could do, and he knew just how uncontrollable he was. Needless to say, he was now on edge. "We just have a few more to do. And no offense Scott, I think you had better pass on this one."
Now walking with Scott and the...new girl who he had completely failed to recognize due to the circumstances, he picked up his brown leather jacket he had tossed earlier and carried it with him back to the group, tossing it to Alison for her to catch.
"Alright who else wants lunch?"
Still a work in progress, just wanted your guys’ opinions so far on my second idea for a character
Name: Katherine Riley Saunders
Age: 22
Appearance:
Personal Details:
Katherine, or Kate as she prefers to be called, grew up in the fourth district with a very comfortable life. She had good parents, a great childhood, a stable home, and a bright future. As a child, Kate’s imagination and prowess seemed to know no bounds. At first her teachers were rather worried about her intangible ability to ‘think outside the box’ at such an early age, but they later began to embrace it as she got older and joined clubs like the spelling bee or science club and continually brought home the blue ribbon for her school.
All through the rest of her school days, Kate remained ‘stuck’ to the science club, earning the interest of many different colleges as just a Sophomore to join their science department. Despite the wishes of the colleges, Kate remained as ‘normal’ as she could be and continued to graduate with the rest of her year and then had the selection of what college to attend to, full ride.
As Kate’s specialty and experience resides in robotics, she has a few prototypes of her own in her own home which proved to be better than a security system since she was broken into shortly before her cousin came to move in with her. The ‘prototype’ had successfully stuck the robber with a sleep dart, rendering him completely unconscious until Kate was able to call the cops after getting an alert on her phone about the break-in. Since her cousin has moved in, however, there have been a few accidents.
Occupation: Student of Science/Technology
District: 4
Additional:
W.I.P.
Name: Katherine Riley Saunders
Age: 22
Appearance:
Personal Details:
Katherine, or Kate as she prefers to be called, grew up in the fourth district with a very comfortable life. She had good parents, a great childhood, a stable home, and a bright future. As a child, Kate’s imagination and prowess seemed to know no bounds. At first her teachers were rather worried about her intangible ability to ‘think outside the box’ at such an early age, but they later began to embrace it as she got older and joined clubs like the spelling bee or science club and continually brought home the blue ribbon for her school.
All through the rest of her school days, Kate remained ‘stuck’ to the science club, earning the interest of many different colleges as just a Sophomore to join their science department. Despite the wishes of the colleges, Kate remained as ‘normal’ as she could be and continued to graduate with the rest of her year and then had the selection of what college to attend to, full ride.
As Kate’s specialty and experience resides in robotics, she has a few prototypes of her own in her own home which proved to be better than a security system since she was broken into shortly before her cousin came to move in with her. The ‘prototype’ had successfully stuck the robber with a sleep dart, rendering him completely unconscious until Kate was able to call the cops after getting an alert on her phone about the break-in. Since her cousin has moved in, however, there have been a few accidents.
Occupation: Student of Science/Technology
District: 4
Additional:
W.I.P.
lmao omg that last line was just perfect!
Still a work in progress, just wanted your guys’ opinions so far.
Name: Deon Desmond Saunders
Age: 24
Appearance:
Personal Details:
Born into a very poor family as the oldest, Deon was forced to start working at a very young age, therefore not able to experience much of any kind of child-hood. He had only his mother and younger sister for family; he had never once met his father getting the rather illustrious nickname ‘bastard child’ and his sister had a different father, who died when Deon was 16 by a group of gang members wanting his wallet. At first Deon was just a messenger boy, delivering secret messages to organization members that were more than a bit sketchy, but he knew better than to ask questions. The pay was poor and he was lucky if he didn’t get beaten by his boss on a daily basis, even if he delivered on time. As Deon grew up, however, he left the job as a messenger boy and started working in a slaughter house, butchering up the livestock into fresh meat for his district to purchase at ridiculous prices. Deon soon grew bored of killing animals however, and when he was 21 he got a job fighting in the ring at a local bar. He found that fighting others was something he enjoyed, even if a bit too much.
Now known somewhat famously throughout the district and certainly bringing in more customers during the night, he earned a comfortable amount of money to provide for both his mamma and sister. His whole world came crashing down though as one night when Deon came home from work, he found his mamma and sister dead in their beds, stabbed maliciously, strangled, beaten…tortured. Unable to bear their memories any longer, Deon moved up from district 16 to district 4 with his younger cousin, though he was immediately granted a position as a fighter in ‘The Spit’ in another district. The commute doesn't bother Deon much, it's nice to get out of the 'rich' neighborhood once in a while. That was nearly a year ago, and the emotional wound that Deon carried has subsided some, but not much.
Occupation: Ring Fighter
District: 4
Additional:
W.I.P
Name: Deon Desmond Saunders
Age: 24
Appearance:
Personal Details:
Born into a very poor family as the oldest, Deon was forced to start working at a very young age, therefore not able to experience much of any kind of child-hood. He had only his mother and younger sister for family; he had never once met his father getting the rather illustrious nickname ‘bastard child’ and his sister had a different father, who died when Deon was 16 by a group of gang members wanting his wallet. At first Deon was just a messenger boy, delivering secret messages to organization members that were more than a bit sketchy, but he knew better than to ask questions. The pay was poor and he was lucky if he didn’t get beaten by his boss on a daily basis, even if he delivered on time. As Deon grew up, however, he left the job as a messenger boy and started working in a slaughter house, butchering up the livestock into fresh meat for his district to purchase at ridiculous prices. Deon soon grew bored of killing animals however, and when he was 21 he got a job fighting in the ring at a local bar. He found that fighting others was something he enjoyed, even if a bit too much.
Now known somewhat famously throughout the district and certainly bringing in more customers during the night, he earned a comfortable amount of money to provide for both his mamma and sister. His whole world came crashing down though as one night when Deon came home from work, he found his mamma and sister dead in their beds, stabbed maliciously, strangled, beaten…tortured. Unable to bear their memories any longer, Deon moved up from district 16 to district 4 with his younger cousin, though he was immediately granted a position as a fighter in ‘The Spit’ in another district. The commute doesn't bother Deon much, it's nice to get out of the 'rich' neighborhood once in a while. That was nearly a year ago, and the emotional wound that Deon carried has subsided some, but not much.
Occupation: Ring Fighter
District: 4
Additional:
W.I.P
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