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3 yrs ago
Current It's been like 5 years since I last logged in here, but I've finally finished college. Howdy!
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9 yrs ago
Do spambots dream of electric sheep?
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9 yrs ago
Hopal for more Opal <3
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9 yrs ago
👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there
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Name: Bridget Key; “Renegade”

Age: 20

Birthday: April 2nd

Gender: Female

Personality: Hyperaware of her surroundings and a bit nervous generally, that is until she’s taken on her superhero side. Bridget is shy, quiet and a bit withdrawn, but Renegade is headstrong, resourceful and straight to the point, but still pretty quiet- not shy though, and not nervous. Totally confident.

Notable traits: English accent.

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Appearance
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General: Looks kind of sickly, which is probably why she covers her face “on the job.” Hair is short and goes down to her chin, worn down unless she’s hero-ing.

Skin tone: Very pale

Hair color: Dark brown

Eye color: Green

Height: 5’8

Weight: 162 lbs

Other: A little more “girly” looking as normal ol’ Bridget.

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Miscellaneous
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Biography: Bridget grew up in London, where she was a decently-chatty person who lived a pretty normal life. Unfortunately, when she was only fourteen and on an internship with a medicine company she stumbled upon a secret laboratory where human children were suffering through tests. This being illegal, she ratted them out to the media. It made the news, her name was released, and someone arranged an “accident” for her. At sixteen, after a lengthy court case further out in the country, she was tracked down late at night and run over. The internal damage was so great that she went into shock and her first projection (discovering her power), and was luckily found and rushed to the hospital. After several operations and a few days in the ICU, she was released, told her parents to go into hiding, fled to the US, changed her name and learned to fight; in her spare time she also refined her power.

Talents/Powers: Astral projection, possessing inanimate objects. Traumatic injury forces projection.

Living relatives: Her parents, in hiding somewhere in Europe

Other: Uses a voice changer so that her accent doesn’t help anyone track her down.
@Chenzor It'd be a pleasure to be in another roleplay with you. ^^
Poor Tin Man. :c
Derberus had greeted Deidra forty-eight hours before with grit and stink. It was far from visually pleasing, and in many parts was downright offensive to the nose, but she'd reminded herself repeatedly: It's only a couple days I'm staying on this dump of a cosmic rock. Then I'll be free again, sailing the stars in pursuit of some real jackass. This frame of mind may have been the only thing to get her through her short stay on Derberus, which she'd decided the moment she'd stepped on its surface that she hated.

Now, anxious to get to the police station and hobbling just a little from the heavy set of tools she'd lugged along, she hurried along a grimy street and ignored the various scenes of violence sprinkled around. Seeing this type of stuff was probably the most important factor that made Derberus what she thought of as the "dirty rock" of this star system. For the millionth time she checked her map at the same time she walked, and nearly tripped into a slug-like tail.

"Watch where you're going," chirped a cheerful-sounding eight-legged beast, "or I'll salt you."

"Mhm," muttered Deidra in a tone that wasn't exactly apologetic, and kept walking until the police station came into view. Her pacemaker moved more slowly, and her whole chest felt looser than before as a sigh of relief came out. She paused at the door, scraped a small hunk of dirt from between her neck plates, and entered. Her enhanced eye sensed infrared signatures in what she assumed to be a meeting room and cautiously she made her way in that direction.

She waited at the doorway to be let in, because although she was fairly sure that this was where she was supposed to be, she didn't want to barge in, especially if she happened to be mistaken.
Pretty stoked for this to start. ^^
Blegh, time zones.

NAME: Deidra Lavigne

NICKNAME//TITLE: Dee // Mechanic

HEIGHT//WEIGHT: 5'2 // 115

RACE//RACIAL EXPLANATION: Human/cyborg

BASIC APPEARANCE: Has a very short mohawk-sort of strip of vivid red hair on the middle of her head, with the sides shaved. Both her eyes are such a dark brown that they look black, but her right eye is enhanced and can detect infrared signatures. Her entire neck is plated with small sheets of metal which are sort of jointed and can overlap to allow flexibility, and both of her legs are made entirely of metal starting about halfway down her femurs. Right above her collarbone on the left side, she is fitted with a pacemaker due to heart defects. Both of her wrists have implants that prevent carpal tunnel syndrome from setting in. All her metallic parts are titanium but have a dark-gray finish. She wears a black leather jacket, combat boots, and anything that is dark in color.

INVENTORY

WEAPONRY: One taser and one can of pepper spray, plus all her mechanical tools.

ARMORY: A titanium helmet. Thick projectile-proof vest. Wrist guards.

BASIC INVENTORY: Hefty toolbox containing things like wrenches, screwdrivers, etc., a tattered photograph of a beach on Earth, and a small knife that could be used as a weapon but is more for practical other uses.

OTHER: Loves natural astronomical objects like pulsars and black holes and the sort, but not exactly an expert. Observes them in her spare time anyway.
I'm in.
Drest went cold. Dark magic... it was his worst fear, the suspicion that had tugged at him earlier that he'd pushed away. He should have trusted himself. He should have run the second he'd seen the snake-faced bastard approach and that cold uneasiness settle so heavily inside him. But he didn't, and now he was here with a stranger he still wasn't sure whether to trust. Every moment be became less wary, but there was still that vestige of distrust. That quiet voice that told him, She'll bring you to him. She is acting.

"I'm...not in danger," he said, although the doubt in his voice was palpable. "I'm sure he was after someone else. Maybe I just, looked like someone he wanted dead. You know?" He was afraid that he was mistaken or simply lying to her. He was afraid of going with her and risking giving his trust to a stranger. Even more scary was that he didn't really have much of a choice, or that was what it felt like.

"Laila... um, pretty name. I am Drest."

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