Name: Clair “Left Feet” Blues
Age: 15

Personality: Sociable, Friendly, Optimistic, OCD Tendencies, Sensitive

Background (Rough Draft – Revision Incoming): Clair’s one of those people who had so much bad luck that they couldn’t help but laugh. On the way home from her seventh birthday celebration, a drunk driver collided with their vehicle instantly killing her father and crushing her little Clair’s right feet. Nothing could be done to save it and she was left one feet less the same day. Insurance covered her prosthesis but she would have it long. Two years after, the depth her father incurred from loan sharks forced her mother to sell everything, right feet and house included, just to pay it off. The friends of Ms. Blues were nice enough to accommodate them until they could get back on their feet but then the recession happened. There was no jobs to be had and they’re becoming free-loaders.

Her mother’s pride kicked in and instead of staying under the roof of friends, she decided it would be best for them to fend for themselves on the street. You must understand, Ms. Blues wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but Clair love her nonetheless. As if things couldn’t get worst, one year on the streets her genes started malfunctioning. Ms. Blues simply thought her daughter was dehydrated 24/7 but when she finally decided to have her daughter checked-up in a free clinic, it was apparent that she had diabetes type 2. The clinic tried to reason with Ms. Blues that Clair was way better in the system than on the streets but a mother’s pride is a mother’s pride. Ms. Blues took the first chance she saw to bust herself and Clair, who was guarded, out of the clinic. Of course, she took an insulin or two with her.

Ms. Blues did everything humanly possible for Clair to survive. From taking jobs no one will and selling her body, she was able to cover the medication requirements of her daughter with barely anything on the side for food. Clair did her part as well, begging, scavenging and take-out meals from soup kitchens for their daily nutrition. Fast forward a couple more years, a harsh winter struck the city. Both Clair and Ms. Blues contracted pneumonia. With no other avenues, they once again sought help from a free clinic. The clinic was willing enough to accommodate them for the night and provide medicine but Ms. Blues has learned to distrust such kind offers and simply took the medicine and left.

A mother’s love and sacrifice kept Clair alive. Ms. Blues didn’t took any of the medicine and gave it all to Clair but since the medicine is scarce and has to be rationed, the pneumonia was allowed to weaken Clair’s lungs. Her mother died on the same day her father did eight years ago, in Clair’s birthday. Clair, now 15, wondered the city for a couple weeks before finally coming across Open Roads. It was a miracle really that she survive the whole homelessness and maybe she isn’t all that unlucky or maybe she’s just an optimist despite all the bad luck.

Oh question, do you plan on controlling the staff members for the most part?

Only the NPC's, the CPC are free to be controlled by any one. You're also free to create your own CPCs, may it be a staff or another resident.

Alrighty! I was just trying to picture how the therapy sessions were gonna work

Yeah, same thing crossed my mind. It would be impossible for me to play all the staffs :P

Well I guess that's a bridge we will cross when we get there. But I also wanted to hear your Callie ship Rookery

Callie x Ruben I like the dynamics the relationship presents, rich kid who threw everything away and bad-ass chic who got little to begin with and among other things. I think it can bring a lot to table. A lot of avenues a player can explore :D

Sorry my posts have been crap, I've been on a forced 'camping' trip. Tonight I'll be home with access to a computer, so I won't have to keep writing short posts on an iPad.

Nah Skye, your posts are actually great. I'm planning to interact my OC - Clair - with yours since both of them are pretty much confined in the Residential Building until further notice :P

I'm excited for some interaction between Cal and a therapist: "Do you have any friend?" "nah" "Do you have any hobbies." "nah" That or she would just say none of your business.

Asides from that, I'm also interested on how she'll get the cigs in :P Actually, anything she'll be doing, I'll be interested :))

Maybe a 'Guest' will come visit Cal with some gifts.

Rookery said
Nah Skye, your posts are actually great. I'm planning to interact my OC - Clair - with yours since both of them are pretty much confined in the Residential Building until further notice :P

Thank you! At the place I used to rp at, everything was a one-liner, so I'm trying hard to break the habit xD

Ah I see, you're doing a good job so far :D Since this is a Free-Casual RP, you got a lot of room to build experience and kick the habit :D

Just so I am on the same page, this next post is supposed to be about the assembly? Maybe I misunderstood, I thought we were skipping over that and heading to lunch as a group. I'm confused xD

Rook can I ask you to give us the current season that we're in now? It sometimes get confusing what to describe the weather...

AAAAAAHHHH SORRRY GUUUUYS :CCC

subtleinflections said
Just so I am on the same page, this next post is supposed to be about the assembly? Maybe I misunderstood, I thought we were skipping over that and heading to lunch as a group. I'm confused xD

So far the others are concluding their breakfast seen. the Captain and Rider (maybe also Nobodyman) are finishing up their interaction during breakfast. You may conclude your characters breakfast scene i.e. before the PA sounded but this is not necessary. You may start your post after the assembly.

shinigami94 said
Rook can I ask you to give us the current season that we're in now? It sometimes get confusing what to describe the weather...

Let's say it's summer :D

Name: Jímiyu "Jimmy" Abasi

Age: 14

Appearance:


Personality: Stoic, terse, war-weary, disillusioned, precocious, lost most of his faith in humanity, has the capacity to be a good man
NOTE: Speaks Swahili fluently, French decently, and very little English.

Background: You could say that Jimmy has had a life of hard knocks since the day he was born.

Born to a commoner family in Coté d'Ivoire, life was already hard. The village he came from was essentially a fiefdom of violent warlords. His mother stayed at home to care for her child, while his father to do what was necessary to provide for both of them; fight with the local militia. Jimmy's father was not a particularly violent man like most of his comrade he worked with. Like many of the men who went to fight for the warlords, about as many never came back. That's how his dad left him; he was 7 years old.

It wasn't that long before the warlord got desperate for men. There were stories of men coming into people's homes in the dead of night and killing them whilst they slept. If there were any child of a decent age in the home, they would be taken. It's no small wonder what happened to Jimmy at this point. He was captured and forced to fight for the local guerrillas; he was 10 years old. Over the next three years, Jimmy would become a killer for a cause he didn't even understand.

Then, low and behold, a miracle. On the day of his thirteenth birthday, many war journalists and representatives of Invisible Children, Inc. were sent in to report on the violations of human rights there. Jimmy was featured in a brief segment of their work, but the repercussions of such were much greater than five minutes of fame. He got a ticket out of Hell and into a place called the United States. A female journalist who's name he never knew took him aboard the ship they were traveling on back to the states. Unfortunately, because of the issues of illegal immigration, the journalist knew she couldn't keep Jimmy. She figured, however, that he at least deserves a fighting chance at a normal life. She knew of a place that took in homeless children and helped them get there lives on track.

Jimmy has been at "Open Roads" for almost a year now.