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West Singles woke up, exhausted with the bus driver gently shaking his shoulder.
"Last stop pal, this is as far as I can take y'." West mumbled an apology, wiping away the drool that was creeping down his chin with the sleeve of his jacket and grabbing his bags from the seat next to him. He had been travelling since late last night, on the move for longer so long that it felt like he would simply keel over at any given second. He managed to stumble out of the bus and into the heat of mid-day sun. It was warmer here than t had been back in Kalos, he wasn't sure how to feel about it. He didn't like being warm, but he didn't like being cold either, and wasn't particularly fond of the inbetween. However, he also understood that there was no point worrying about the weather, instead he dug into his jeans pocket and dug out a shred of paper, on which were listed the instructions to the farm his mother had bought him.

He began to sluggishly drag himself along the dirt path as per the instructions, doing everything in his power to keep his eyes from closing as he did. Honestly, the only thing he wanted to do now was arrive at this place and fall asleep, it was such a tantalizing prospect and the only thing fueling him right now. Normally, west would have at least been happy to absorb the luscious are around him, full of rolling green hills and forests, with signs of wild pokemon all around. It was truly a beautiful place, and obviously particularly good for growing crops. But, the best thing about this area to West was just how isolated it was. It was a ten minute walk between the farm and the bus stop and at least half an hour from there to the nearest town. Out here, West would finally get to be by himself. The thought of this made a soft smile form on his lips as he dragged his weary feet ever onward.

The ten minute walk turned into a twenty minute walk with the combination of West's fatigue and the bags he was carrying, but eventually he found the farm. At first, he thought that his sleepy mind was playing tricks on him, that he was in some sort of 'awake dream'. But, as he stood at the crest of a hill looking onwards at the farm he was to own, he eventually managed to focus on the mess of a land that lay before him. West knew nothing about farming, but even he could see how dilapidated this place was. The fields were shrouded in thick clusters of large tangled weeds, all of the buildings were so damaged that West feared the breeze that trickled through would be enough to topple them.

"No way." He mumbled to himself "There is no way I can do anything with this..." He sighed, taking a seat on a large boulder atop the hill. No sooner had he made contact with the rock, the phone in his pocket began to buzz violently, he flipped it open to hear his mothers voice cooing through the machine
"Hey sweetie! You said you'd call me when you got there! How is it, is everything great." The irony of the situation wasn't lost on West, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Yeah. It's all good. Just got here. Tired. going to catch some sleep." He mumbled hanging up before she could say anything else. Part of him wished he had told his mother the truth, requested her to bail him out and take him home. But, right now, as he looked out over the vast desolate waste that was his farm, he was alone and that was good enough for him. He took a deep breath, in through the nose and out through the mouth and leaned his back up against the rock, closing his eyes for the first time in hours. At least he was alone.
The world even smelled good. West stood at the in the center of the town of Braestone, absorbing everything through Lutwin's eyes. Technology had come a remarkably long way since he was small, sitting playing chess on his computer against strangers across the globe. Now, he was standing in a virtual town square, with the ability to breathe in the virtual smell of virtual bread. The science behind it all was... Interesting to say the least and West was curious. Of course, he didn't have time for any of that now, he had better things to do.

Lutwin swiped his fingers across the screen and loaded up a map of the town, one West had edited in his spare time in an attempt to track the fastest way to level up his character for maximum survivability. By his calculations, he would be able to take on the first boss of the first floor within the week if he kept to his schedule. From what he had read online, through leaks and other such material, he had already confirmed that he wanted Lutwin to be a knight. The high armour combined with sword skills would create a fine balance between damage output and defenses, the perfect class for what Lutwin intended.

According to his clock, he had ten minutes before he could get started. The developers of the game had designed some 'opening ceremony' for the game that would signal the town gates opening and the players being allowed to actually explore the world for themselves. West was not one for such trivialities, he would much rather have started completing quests in order to get a head start over the other players, but given there wasn't much of a choice, he had picked a pleasant corner in the square to watch the event. There were a large number of people bustling around, but West didn't concern himself with any of them. This was how he played games, by himself and for himself and he loved it. The other people in the square didn't matter, providing he figured out the optimal way to play. This was nothing more than a large scale brain teaser for West.

The clock tower chimed, an earth-shattering ring so loud that West had to cover his ears with his hand. The people milling around the square began to hush, turning to face the tower as the entrance ceremony began.
"Please be quick..." West mumbled to himself, desperate to get on with the game. At first, nothing happened. The silent square looked around, trying to find any sign of activity in the surrounding area. Then, just as people were beginning to think nothing was going to happen, a single figure appeared in the center of the square, a peculiar looking gentleman wearing a long green coat and a matching top-hat. In one hand, he held an immaculate cane with a golden dragon head on top, in the other he held a sword, the type of weapon so big it could only appear in a video game.

"Welcome, player, to A Brave. New. World!" The man had a deep, booming voice that made the hairs on West's neck stand on edge. The people in the crowd exploded into bouts of whooping cheers. "I am one of the eight geniuses behind this game, we all put a lot of effort into this so we hope you enjoy what we have created for you." He made a grand, sweeping gesture towards the town gates "Out there lies our world where you can fight monsters, duel one another and become the greatest heroes known to mankind! However, there is a catch, something not in any of the manuals!"

Suddenly, West was interested. Something different, something new. A small smile played on his lips as the man continued.
"This world consists of one-hundred dungeons" At this point, a large scale map of the world appeared before him, a hollowed out spherical globe with numerous layers within "And until all one-hundred dungeons are cleared..." There was a pause, the man looked around with a menacing chuckle "You cannot leave the game. This isn't an ordinary game either. The virtual reality headsets you're wearing right this second are designed with a kill switch. If you die inside of the game, or if someone tries to remove your helmet, your real life body will also be destroyed."

The ripple of excitement that had been passing through the crowd suddenly died. Everyone looked up, gawking at the man hovering in front of them, waiting for the punchline that would never come. Wests heart was pounding, his mouth was dry and his brain wasn't functioning correctly.
"I hope you have fun. Remember, we'll be watching you." And with that, the man disappeared and the mob erupted into screams of anger. They shouted after the image, begging him to return ad let them free, obviously scared for their lives. West forced himself to focus, realizing that it wasn't long until this mob turned violent, he turned tail and fled from the scene, aiming for the main gates and escaping the scene.
Me too! I'm going to get a post up shortly, but I have a lot on my plate today and I'm trying to get a lot done! It will hopefully be up tonight.
West Second


Personality: The easiest way to sum up West's personality is to say that he is a bit of your stereotypical 'slacker' figure. To most, he seems like a lazy nobody, preferring to sit around doing nothing instead of going to class or doing anything 'productive'. While this is true to some extent, it certainly isn't the whole truth. Yes, West doesn't do much with his time but it isn't because he doesn't want to. West suffers from sever apathy towards most things, everything seems grey to him and he can't motivate himself to do much after getting out of the bed each morning. He changes what he studies like most people change underwear, searching for anything that actually makes him feel somewhat alive.

Bio: West was born in Edinburgh, Scotland to a psychologist mother and a deadbeat father that left when he was still toddling. Around the age of five, his mother started to notice something was wrong with her son, the way he couldn't focus on anything for very long or how he would sit around and do nothing for most of his spare time. West moved from school to school by his mothers wishes, doing his best to appear to fit in, but it was never enough for her.

As he grew older, he himself began to crave this unnamed thing he knew he lacked, so he started to try everything. He joined every club he could, tried taking substances and had relationships with different people in an attempt to feel something. It never worked. Everything he tried just left him feeling more and more numb. His latest venture has led him to leave the country where he was born in search of something else, something to make him feel alive, he just doesn't know what yet.

Sorry it took so long! I've made the thread and I'll make a character shortly!
Yep. I have a couple more threads to make for other Rps, but then I'll get an intro posted up
West Second


Age: 21

Personality: West is a difficult child, not in the sense that he causes trouble, rather in the sense that he doesn't seem to do much. He is very internal, preferring his own company to that of others. West has a sort of apathy towards most things and other people, not really ever being interested in much. Whether or not there is anything in the world West is interested remains to be seen, but he is at least good at putting a brave face on and pretending like he's enjoying himself.

Short Bio: West was raised by a psychologist Mother, who was always overly protective of her only child. His father was out of the picture from a young age, having left his wife and child in order to pursue his dreams of seeing Pokemon in the wild. Life was reasonably comfortable, they had enough money to see them through and West never really got into any sort of trouble.

However, his mother worried about him. She saw through the glazed eyes and fake smiles West employed to remain a 'regular member of society'. In an attempt to get West to participate more in regular life, she decided to create a new life for her son. She found a small plot of land online and bought it in West's name, sending him off into the real world for the first time in an attempt to let him feel something real for once



Ta-da! One thread! I'll write up my character post haste!
I like Brave New World, if we come up with anything better along the way we can simply switcheroonie mid way! Anyway, I think I'm pretty much ready to go on this, I was thinking it might be a good ide to decide on a starting point before we began though. Similar to the way it happens in SAO, I think we should have the whole teleport to a main square, told about death game and panic ensues start. I dunno, it just gives a solid starting point if that's okay with you.
West 'The Spine' Second


Costume:
This mask plus the white coat make up his costume when he's on the job.

Ability: Bone Manipulation - West has the ability to control the bones within his body at will, changing everything about them from the shape of them to how hard they are. This ability has its limitations, he can't make any of the bones in his body much larger than they normally would be, and they normally need to pierce through his skin in order to do damage to others, but otherwise he is able to create numerous weapons including blades that protrude from his wrists and even firing small shards of hardened bone fragments from his fingertips that hit as hard as bullets.

Coupled with this ability, West has a very slight regenerative property. Small wounds, like cuts and scraped heal quicker than than of most humans, including the holes from which his weapons emerge. However, the ultimate flaw in West's ability is the pain. Forcing the bone from his skin hurts, and while he has trained himself to fight through the pain and continue using his ability, it has a limit and eventually he will keel over from over-usage of his power.

Personality: West is stronger than a lot, both mentally and physically. Years on the street have taught him how to spot weaknesses in others, how to pressure certain points to emotionally cripple others. He is cocky and acts like he is invincible, well aware of his strength even without the use of his abilities, but often lets the persona he's created for The Spine absorb him. He has a barrier built around him in the form of The Spine, something he uses to justify the bad he does whilst a part of him still exists that wishes to change. Despite this fact, he believes he doesn't have that luxury and that he doesn't deserve to be happy after what he's done, so he continues to recede into the arrogant and powerful persona of The Spine. He is also prone to flashes of anger, something he cannot control and one of his deepest shames.

Bio: West comes from as bad a background as is humanely possible. He was an unplanned child, and was reminded of this fact nearly every day by his parents if they were lucid enough to notice his presence. They both did drugs, West was never quite sure which ones, but he knew that they were expensive enough to mean there wasn't always enough money for simple things like food. At the age of ten, West stopped attending school in favour of thieving. He had already begun to develop his powers and would skewer small items on bone spikes and retract them into his sleeves in order to steal them unnoticed.

Not too long later, he was approached by a small group of teenage boys with powers like his and he left home to be with them. They called themselves The Lost Boys, and were led by a boy who could fly and shoot arrow shaped bolts of light from his forehead who called himself Pan, modelling himself off the fairy tale character. At first, they were nothing but nuisances, using their powers to pester and annoy, occasionally taking things in order to survive, but it was all about the fun they were having rather than the crimes they were committing. But, as the children grew older, Pan started to see the potential for true villainy amidst the boys and started larger schemes, targeting banks or armed cars and taking whatever they could.

West stayed with The Lost Boys for years, the things they made him do gradually grew worse and worse, ranging from destroying homes to torturing people with information Pan desired. The hit-and-run nature of their crimes made it hard for them to be caught. Eventually, West began to enjoy what they did and was considered to be one of the primary members of the already spreading group of criminals, both powered and not. But, as with all good things, it wasn't to last. West was tasked with selling some illegal substances that Pan had secured slaughtering a rival gang's safehouse. As things would turn out, the buyers were West's parents and all of a sudden West was overwhelmed by a rage he had never felt before. The police were already tailing him, unknown to West at the time, and he was caught on camera lashing out at his parents with a sickle of bone that erupted from the palm of his hand. His parents survived the attack and West was detained by a task force of heroes.
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