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Hey-o, there! I'm RC. And you designed those?! :O You have instantly gained 1500 Awesome Points.

Nice to meetcha, RC! A-ahah, thanks. I did my best.

Hello all! I'm Dark. Or Tatiana, whichever you prefer. Fun fact: English isn't really my first language, so please don't be mad if you see some grammatical errors.

Darkwolfsoul010 said
Hello all! I'm Dark. Or Tatiana, whichever you prefer. Fun fact: English isn't really my first language, so please don't be mad if you see some grammatical errors.

I'm multilingual so I empathise, no worries!

[MODERATORS PROFILE]
Name: Juno Alkaev
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Nationality: American
Moderator ID No.: Pink-105
Moderator colour code: Pink
Initialiser:
Modifier Chosen (lvl 1): Flight
Moderator Weapon and Description: 'Wisp', a submachine gun. It's predominately light silver and tyrian in colour, and equipped with a reflex sight. Shots are bright pink in colour, showing that the ammunition is data.
Moderator’s Appearance:

In a word, Juno could be described as 'lanky'. Tall and skinny, but lacking grace - not necessarily clumsy, but clunky. She often slouches, but at her full height, she stands 5'7''. She's quite pale, with spikey, short orange hair, and is rarely seen not wearing her hoodie, though her clothes change from day to day.

Moderator’s Bio: Juno's growth from childhood to adolescence was spent somewhat peacefully, but awkwardly. Cloistered away in a sleepy town in Washington, she spent most of her time on her own or with a few choice friends, out of the way of most conflict as well as most people. She grew seemingly one part at a time, first one arm, then the other, and some parts, it seemed to her, didn't grow at all. Displeased with her quiet life and ill-fitting body, she turned to fantasy, but quickly grew bored of such things as well - they lacked an edge she desired, something real that wasn't there. Juno realized she wasn't searching for only distraction. What she wanted was purpose - not to drift around for the rest of her life, but to have real passion for something, to invest herself in it totally and completely. For a while, she did exactly that; Drifted, from one hobby to another, trying to discover something that didn't merely distract her from the world at large. Drifted from place to place, class to class, not excelling in anything particularly, sleeping the days away, trying to discover her place in this world...

That passion, she finally found, was in Moderators and their exploits.

They were something none too distant, and quite real - Reality's superheroes, the world's guardians. As her knowledge of them grew, so did her desire to become like them. Something triggered within her the first time she'd watched one of their broadcasted battles - something like envy. Juno wanted to be strong enough to do that, despite herself. She knew she found something worth taking a second glance at... and a third, perhaps. Aghast at herself for never paying any heed to these warriors, she began to look harder.

Something within her changed when she began pursuing this interest. Attentiveness, perhaps. It felt to her like she'd always looked at things with half closed eyes, or she took things for granted as they were. She didn't enjoy the excessive peace in her life, but the Moderators... they fought to defend it. To keep it for others. Juno wanted to do that.

Her parents were surprisingly compliant when she said she wanted to become a Moderator; perhaps they didn't fully understand the danger, or they assumed it was another passing hobby, nothing that would ever rise to fruitition. All the same, they were somewhat bemused when she proved she was serious by presenting the forms for the nearby Moderator Academy. All the same, they didn't go back on their promise to her, and soon, a day she'd been looking forward to closed in, and things seemed bright...

Unfortunately for her, she wasn't the best at this. She tried her best, but Juno just wasn't cut out for a lot of the classes - her passion got her far enough, and her drive got her a little farther, but her actual, mechanical skills needed polishing. So she worked, hard, to try and better herself. She was so close... But during a test, it was revealed what her true flaw was - under pressure, she broke. Normally, her performance was satisfactory, even good, but as things got more heated, Juno would become unable to handle things.

She adapted to this downfall as best she could, becoming more aloof in order to remain uninvested in situations. Offhandish behaviour, as though she didn't particuarly care about the outcomes of this or that, hiding her anxiety. It helped. Despite this, she hardly passed with flying colours. But at the very least she scraped by. Juno had become a Moderator...
Granted, she was a mediocre one, but she sure as hell was one.

Captain Jenno said
I'm multilingual so I empathise, no worries!

What all do you speak? My first language is Russian, then English. I'm learning Spanish and Japanese right now as well.

Darkwolfsoul010 said
What all do you speak? My first language is Russian, then English. I'm learning Spanish and Japanese right now as well.

Russian? хорошо, I'm learning Russian!
I speak English and Scottish Gaelic natively, and I've learned Italian and Spanish so far. Russian is the next goal, and after that, Cantonese.

Name: Michelle Kine
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Nationality: American
Moderator ID No.: 103
Moderator colour code: Black
Modifier Chosen (lvl 1): Allsight.
Moderator Weapon and Description: Sniper rifle. Comes with powerful silencer that removes all muzzle flash and almost all gunshot noise. All black in color.
Moderator’s Appearance: 5'11". 145 lbs. Long brown hair, usually in a ponytail. Sky blue eyes, usually hidden behind jet-black shades. Wears a short-sleeved grey shirt, light-brown jacket with inside pockets for various objects, black leggings, dark-grey sneakers.
Moderator’s Bio: Michelle was fascinated by the Moderators and how they exterminated viruses all her life. She read up on them, watched videos of them, even visited museums of them. Once in a while, she'd even sneak out at night to try to see one in real life (unsuccessfully each time, of course). Nevertheless, her admiration for them grew, and sometimes she even tried to imitate their fighting styles.
When she became a teen, her interest in them as a child lessened somewhat, and her parents attempted to keep it that way by trying to get her focused on schoolwork and perhaps even finding the right guy for her. Over time, it seemed like it would stay that way.
One day, however, she was attacked by a virus that materialized in front of her while she was walking back home. Frightened, she ran from it, but could never gain any ground from it. Eventually she took a bad turn and found herself in a dead end. The virus was nearly upon her, but then it was suddenly struck down, bullet hole in its head. She looked up, and saw a Moderator wielding a sniper rifle, waving at her. Ever since that incident, her childhood interest rekindled and grew bright.
She applied to be a Moderator, but quickly found out that mere interest did not equate to skill. On the contrary, she was one of the lower ranking students. Still, she felt she owed a debt to the one that saved her life and persevered, gradually getting higher and higher scores, but not really enough to get her out of the low ranks. Still, they weren't bad for a low rank, and she was eventually chosen to be in the B-Team.

Scarifar said
ID No.: 101

It'd be Black 106.

Captain Jenno said
Russian? хорошо, I'm learning Russian! I speak English and Scottish Gaelic natively, and I've learned Italian and Spanish so far. Russian is the next goal, and after that, Cantonese.

Ah! That's awesome, if you ever need any pointers just let me know, I moved to the US from Russia when I was little. Also, my character is going to be Russian xD

Name: Kirina 'Kira' Ivgenova

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Nationality: Russian

Moderator ID No.: 102

Moderator colour code: Blue

Initialiser:


Modifier Chosen (lvl 1): Phasing

Moderator Weapon and Description:

Just your basic Halberd. Just gotta stick them with the pointy end. Data flows throughout the weapon's blade, making it glow an icy blue.

Moderator’s Appearance:
She has a dimple on only her right cheek, that's usually what stands out first, and Kira hates it. No one pays attention to anything else really, not her flaming red hair that hangs in wisps around her head (all natural, as she proudly likes to tell everyone), not her face full of dainty freckles that sprinkle across her nose. No one even pays attention to her round cheeks, which give off a natural pink glow when she's nervous. Just that stupid dimple.

Her button nose, coy smile and round, mist green eyes make her look all too much like a living doll, especially when she laughs, when her face is at it's brightest. And the rest of her body doesn't help much with that image. Standing at exactly five feet tall she barely weighs 110 lbs, despite the fact that her favorite pass time is eating.

Moderator’s Bio:
Long ago, Kira lived with her parents and younger brother at the very outskirts of a large city. The ran their own farm, relying only on what they themselves could provide and program to survive. The programmed their own data crops and animals to live on their own. They didn't think much of the outbreaks in virus activity in the recent months. In fact, her family was sure that the city they lived near would protect them if any threat came near. Unfortunately this was not the case. The city, being to busy protecting those within its walls, could not spend the effort to help a small family stuck in the outskirts. To bad Kira's family didn't know.

It came silently, and it left silently. One moment Kira was hanging laundry in the backyard with her mother, and suddenly her mother had pixelated. Frozen where she stood, all the data that was intertwined with her body had glitched and then she was gone. Behind her, a gigantic monster.
The thing stood in their field and consumed all that around it which contained any data at all. This included, the crops, the house, the mother, the father and the younger brother. Miraculously, Kira lived.

Kira had always had a weak brain, but a smart brain. Somewhere in her unconscious it knew that the death of her entire family would drive her into insanity. So her brain did the only thing it could to save her body. Kira, by some miracle, developed Dissociative Amnesia. After the city found her, unconscious in the center of an empty field she could not understand what had happened. In fact, she didn't know anything about herself or where she came from. She could not remember. All she knew was that she had to fight to stop the viruses.

Oh, and the illness took one more thing from her, half her emotions. Her brain had completely erased everything that could cause Kira to remember what had happened. Sadness, anger, empathy, these feelings were wiped clean and what was left was an almost insane, constantly happy, girl who lacked readability. Much like a five year old, tearing the wings off of a helpless bug, Kira could just as soon turn on her allies as she could kill a virus, and never understand the difference. And this, this childlike personality, is what put her in the B team.

The weapon seems a bit elaborate for a level one moderator (they'll improve over time just as your modifiers do), but everything else seems up to scratch! I'll send you the link the black Initaliser tomorrow, but I think it's about time I hit the hay.

Darkwolfsoul010 said
Ah! That's awesome, if you ever need any pointers just let me know, I moved to the US from Russia when I was little. Also, my character is going to be Russian xD

Haha, appreciated! I might just take you up on that!

Darkwolfsoul010 said
Name: Kirina 'Kira' IvgenovaAge: 23Gender: FemaleNationality: RussianModerator ID No.: 107Moderator colour code: Green? Are we supposed to pick, or do you choose for us? Modifier Chosen (lvl 1): PhaserModerator Weapon and Description: Just your basic Halberd. Just gotta stick them with the pointy end. Data flows throughout the weapon's blade, making it glow an icy blue. Moderator’s Appearance:She has a dimple on only her right cheek, that's usually what stands out first, and Kira hates it. No one pays attention to anything else really, not her flaming red hair that hangs in wisps around her head (all natural, as she proudly likes to tell everyone), not her face full of dainty freckles that sprinkle across her nose. No one even pays attention to her round cheeks, which give off a natural pink glow when she's nervous. Just that stupid dimple. Her button nose, coy smile and round, mist green eyes make her look all too much like a living doll, especially when she laughs, when her face is at it's brightest. And the rest of her body doesn't help much with that image. Standing at exactly five feet tall she barely weighs 110 lbs, despite the fact that her favorite pass time is eating. Moderator’s Bio: Long ago, Kira lived with her parents and younger brother at the very outskirts of a large city. The ran their own farm, relying only on what they themselves could provide and program to survive. The programmed their own data crops and animals to live on their own. They didn't think much of the outbreaks in virus activity in the recent months. In fact, her family was sure that the city they lived near would protect them if any threat came near. Unfortunately this was not the case. The city, being to busy protecting those within its walls, could not spend the effort to help a small family stuck in the outskirts. To bad Kira's family didn't know. It came silently, and it left silently. One moment Kira was hanging laundry in the backyard with her mother, and suddenly her mother had pixelated. Frozen where she stood, all the data that was intertwined with her body had glitched and then she was gone. Behind her, a gigantic monster. The thing stood in their field and consumed all that around it which contained any data at all. This included, the crops, the house, the mother, the father and the younger brother. Miraculously, Kira lived. Kira had always had a weak brain, but a smart brain. Somewhere in her unconscious it knew that the death of her entire family would drive her into insanity. So her brain did the only thing it could to save her body. Kira, by some miracle, developed Dissociative Amnesia. After the city found her, unconscious in the center of an empty field she could not understand what had happened. In fact, she didn't know anything about herself or where she came from. She could not remember. All she knew was that she had to fight to stop the viruses. Oh, and the illness took one more thing from her, half her emotions. Her brain had completely erased everything that could cause Kira to remember what had happened. Sadness, anger, empathy, these feelings were wiped clean and what was left was an almost insane, constantly happy, girl who lacked readability. Much like a five year old, tearing the wings off of a helpless bug, Kira could just as soon turn on her allies as she could kill a virus, and never understand the difference. And this, this childlike personality, is what put her in the B team.

Hey, looks good! Your colour is something you choose. Somebody has already applied for Green, so would you consider another colour?

Captain Jenno said
Hey, looks good! Your colour is something you choose. Somebody has already applied for Green, so would you consider another colour?

Is blue open?

Darkwolfsoul010 said
Is blue open?

It is, yes! That would be No. Blue-103.

By the way, if ever you need help with Spanish, I'm good for that!

Captain Jenno said
It is, yes! That would be No. Blue-103.By the way, if ever you need help with Spanish, I'm good for that!

Perfect, updated my CS.
Thank you, that's awesome!

Sorry, my mistake! It's Blue-102. My apologies! Mis-remembered.

Sry about the somewhat elaborate weapon. I suppose I can drop... just about everything but the silencer, otherwise it'll function as a regular sniper rifle, but if you think it's ok, just say the word.

Now I'm off to sleep, as it's nearly 11:30 pm for me.

Scarifar said
Now I'm off to sleep, as it's nearly 11:30 pm for me.

Same, it's 1:30 am for me, and I have work in the morning ;-;