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    1. Beebee2121 10 yrs ago

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Name: Bee
Age: 18
Location: GMT -0500

Status: Kind of moved to Tumblr. You can find me at the-bee-rps.tumblr.com

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In Powerless 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Hey, I was wondering if it wasn't too late to add another character. I got inspired.
Nice tip. Thanks for that.
Thundercat said
Nothing really important has even happened yet. It's not too late to jump in, at least i don't think it is.


Really? It seemed pretty far gone to me. Lengthy posts make for intimidating reading to catch up unless someone can possibly summarize or something for me. I'm new to the site. Sorry.
Aw, hell. Why not? I'm interested.
I'm curious; In the epidemic one, will there be zombie-type creatures who were taken by the disease or what?
Yeah, this is moving way too fast for me. Started way before I could even get my sheets done. I'm gonna drop.
In Powerless 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Hiro narrowed his eyes at the book again and nodded curtly. He didn't understand reading for pleasure, but he tried it a few times. It killed time, but he sucked at reading.

"Mikael. I'm Hiro," He said and a wry grin slid on his face, "I'm as 'crazy' as they come." He also used air quotes. He was starting to like this guy, but a lot of it had to do with their conversation being the cure for his boredom. People didn't talk much in the asylum after being around for so long. "I lost count. Too fucking long, if you ask me." He sank back into the chair and stretched his legs out in front of him. "There's not many ropes to get either. Rule number one: Stay away from that guy." He jutted a thumb over to the masked man. "He bites."

Subconsciously, he rubbed the scar on the side of his jaw. "I like to play with fire," He said, choosing his words carefully, "And when you play with fire, you get burned. But with enough practice, it's not so bad."
Shurikai said
Guyyys! Stop posting or I will never be able to catch up! D:


Same. I still have sheets I'm working on.
Name: Ethan Parker Jr.

Race: Human

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Profession/Role/Position: Official reporter/journalist for the government. Whenever press is involved, Ethan is the one to write the articles, hold press releases in the stead of an official, if need be, and he works with the local media outlets, mostly the newspaper outlets. He basically writes propaganda and reports on the changes made to law and policy.

Appearance: Ethan has chin-length black hair that he keeps neatly combed to the side away from his face when he’s working. His doe eyes are bright hazel and he has lighter olive complexion, but can tan very well. He's not tall, 5'7”, nor is he particularly fit. When he’s not working, the suit comes off and the sweaters come on. No matter the weather, he prefers to wear long-sleeved tops and jackets because of a faded self-inflicted scar he has on his forearm. He has a few others on his inner thigh and the side of this stomach. He’s older than he looks by a few years. If he smiles, it lights up his whole face.

Equipment: He has a notepad and pencil on his person at all times and two cellphones, one for work and the other for his other connections. He also keeps a small, handheld recorder. He has one handgun in case of emergencies.

Magic: None. Every once in a while, he’ll dabble in new age magical medicine.

Personality: Ethan experiences strong emotions and feelings of anxiety, but he keeps it all bottled up inside. He would like to trust people, but he keeps his distance and spends a lot of time alone because of his own out of habit. In one-on-one situations far detached from work, he’ll loosen up, often with the help of alcohol, and socialize like he wants to. Sometimes, he’ll go through bouts of depression, but otherwise he’s determined and focused. He’s an excellent actor when he’s not under pressure. Lying is a skill he developed to survive in this town.

Bio: Ethan’s father, Ethan Sr., is a government official and has been in politics for as long as Ethan Jr. can remember. From childhood, he was groomed to follow in his father’s footsteps whether he wanted to or not, which he really did not. He made a few attempts to escape and follow his true dream of becoming a romance novelist, but it never worked out. Some of the worst years of his life were before Operation Freedom and anyone who knew him during that time would know him to be very quiet, very stiff and antisocial from being at his father’s beck and call.

When Operation Freedom came into play, he went searching for them and offered them some information. Over time, he earned their trust and became the eyes and ears on the inside.

Misc: He’s a known regular at the Houston Library and works with the Texas Times. It’s likely he would have visited most venues and businesses in town as well as the Police Department for an interview for whatever article he’s writing or if they’re the type to keep up with politics, they would have seen his face during press releases.

Company/Organization: The Government and Operation Freedom.
In Powerless 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Hiro jumped up from sitting in the leisure room and started to pace restlessly around the area. He took deep breaths to calm himself down, but it didn't feel like it was working. Ever since he was sent here, he felt so weak and useless and restless. It was infuriating having to go day by day with all of these people and freaks- actual freaks that didn't do anything but sit and stare at walls or cry or whatever. There had to be a way out. Good behavior didn't do shit for anyone. Violence didn't either, but without his power he felt a nagging emptiness in the back of his mind.

On an impulse, he snapped his fingers, hoping for a spark, a light- something, but nothing came. He grunted, kept pacing, and snapped his fingers harder. Nothing. "Is anyone else sick of this shit?" He said aloud, looking around at everyone in the room, "Like, I can't-" Snap. "Everything is so-" Snap. Snap. He threw his hands up. "Forget it." He threw himself down in the nearest chair which happened to be near a guy, a new face. "Did you say something? Who are you?" His tone implied a small measure of hostility, but it was purely misdirected. He looked the guy up and down and narrowed his eyes at the book in his hands.
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