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Melissa just sat by the goal, waiting to kick it in and not really paying attention.
Melissa would look at the girl somewhat strangely. "Yeah, let's."
Melissa would walk over and sigh, he was obviously going to disappoint them because he sucked at basically everything.
Melissa would gather his wits and would walk over with his team. "I'm Melissa." He would state, waiting for the game to start.
Melissa would enter the gym and look around, not entirely certain of what he should be doing he waits by the door awkwardly. "Hopefully they don't make me participate... Whatever it is they're doing." Melissa thinks to himself.
Name: Melissa Harrison
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Abilities: Technomancy
Personality: Reclusive. Generally fairly sincere and nice to be around, however he gets nervous around people. He's fairly indifferent to being made fun of and doesn't really respond.
Appearance:
Bio: He was born a fairly meek child to a set of parents whom, let's face facts here, wanted a girl. Woah be it upon them that they don't get everything they want in the world. The mother taught with the father on end until he finally broke down and named the child Melissa. His mother, being the rich and spoiled woman she was, bought a computer for herself. This in it's self wouldn't be all together that important until one day while his mother was off at the gym Melissa picked it up. The machine shuddered in his hands and he saw the internal machinations, the very soul core of the computer, and he was lost in it. When his mother finally came home and found him she wrenched the computer from his hands and shoved him out of her room. The next day she came and screamed at him that he had broken it, however considering that Melissa hadn't even opened it that seems unlikely. She pushed him outside to play, and locked all the entrances to the home. Melissa had gotten the idea in his head that he wasn't wanted here and left. As unfortunate as that may seem that may only be the beginning. He continued to go to school, being tormented as the kid who had a face so ugly that not even a mother could love. Melissa continued this way for four years, until eventually his rage roiled to life. He was a madman, throwing desks left and right and going about in an interminable rage. The police asked where he lived after calming him and he stated he didn't live anywhere. The police then offered him up to the orphanage and he accepted, after throughly frying the police stations security network.
Also I came from a forum not dedicated to RP and recently the air has gone hostile to role players so I jumped ship. Hope my writing is up to the standards of this site.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Abilities: Technomancy
Personality: Reclusive. Generally fairly sincere and nice to be around, however he gets nervous around people. He's fairly indifferent to being made fun of and doesn't really respond.
Appearance:
Bio: He was born a fairly meek child to a set of parents whom, let's face facts here, wanted a girl. Woah be it upon them that they don't get everything they want in the world. The mother taught with the father on end until he finally broke down and named the child Melissa. His mother, being the rich and spoiled woman she was, bought a computer for herself. This in it's self wouldn't be all together that important until one day while his mother was off at the gym Melissa picked it up. The machine shuddered in his hands and he saw the internal machinations, the very soul core of the computer, and he was lost in it. When his mother finally came home and found him she wrenched the computer from his hands and shoved him out of her room. The next day she came and screamed at him that he had broken it, however considering that Melissa hadn't even opened it that seems unlikely. She pushed him outside to play, and locked all the entrances to the home. Melissa had gotten the idea in his head that he wasn't wanted here and left. As unfortunate as that may seem that may only be the beginning. He continued to go to school, being tormented as the kid who had a face so ugly that not even a mother could love. Melissa continued this way for four years, until eventually his rage roiled to life. He was a madman, throwing desks left and right and going about in an interminable rage. The police asked where he lived after calming him and he stated he didn't live anywhere. The police then offered him up to the orphanage and he accepted, after throughly frying the police stations security network.
Also I came from a forum not dedicated to RP and recently the air has gone hostile to role players so I jumped ship. Hope my writing is up to the standards of this site.
Would this still be open to newcomers?
Humans rarely, surface robots rarely, and mimigas commonly.
The execution will involve going about and solving puzzles to get pieces of a war machine to stop the next doctor when he comes. Also it will be a townish experience until the new doctor comes and the machine needs activating.
The execution will involve going about and solving puzzles to get pieces of a war machine to stop the next doctor when he comes. Also it will be a townish experience until the new doctor comes and the machine needs activating.
So basically it will be at an indeterminate time period after the war. Many droids are still alive and kicking at this point, possibly repaired or recreated. The island is full of new mimigas and has small bustling towns but no real center. The island is much bigger with new areas to explore.
I need to know if anyone is interested and what level of post quality should I make this?
I need to know if anyone is interested and what level of post quality should I make this?
Ted had decided on this day to wear a white and blue striped polo and bluejeans. He clambered into a tree in the park and opened up a small leather bound book and began to write inside it. He didn't find much solace in the fact that all he was doing was jotting down ideas for various products and things he liked about current ones, but it kept him occupied since he didn't actually have any friends here. This day wasn't going to be any different than the last if he could help it.
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