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4 yrs ago
Current Wow it's been a long while since I was last on. I'm gonna have to update a lot of stuff.
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6 yrs ago
Lifetip: Don't forget to eat for 2 days, then drink 44 oz of coke at the movies. I don't feel too good, Mr. Stark.
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7 yrs ago
Finally finished editing that transcript. At this point the only person I'm rooting for in this case is the judge.
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7 yrs ago
"Boy I sure am feeling harassed after I bullied someone else and people pointed it out to me"
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7 yrs ago
"A liar begins with making falsehood appear like truth, and ends with making the truth itself appear like falsehood." - William Shenstone
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Bio

I'm a 24 year old college student with a "tragic past" and a series of flunked schools and medical bills. Roleplaying has been my one escape from a harsh reality while growing up, and I really appreciate this site and everyone on it.

I've been on Roleplayer Guild for eight years, going on nine in a few months.

I started roleplaying at 13 on an Invader Zim fan site... I accept my shame and disgrace.

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Here's my CS. I couldn't find a suitable picture, so have the next best thing and a description. Let me know if there's anything that needs to be changed.
What kind of pictures did you want us to use?
Thank you! Sorry it's so long and rushed at some points, but I had a lot to catch up on! XD I promise, my later posts will be better written.

Alright, that sounds fine to me! I love your point system, btw. I wish I had thought of something like that in my previous RPs.

I will! Don't mind me, Andy is the rule-breaking punk here. Tiny anarchist farmers, smh too many of them these days. XD I'm very happy as well! I already have very high hopes for this RP!
Andy stirred from his nap, stretching his arms up over his head. It was bright, he could tell that much without opening his eyes. Had he overslept and now the setting sun was reflecting through the rafters of the barn? He swore he hadn't gone to sleep that long ago, just enough to rest some before he finished up the rest of old man Brown's new sheep fence. Damn coyotes kept getting in at the lambs, if they kept killing them, then Brown would lose money. Which would mean Andy would lose money. Which would mean he might have to go farther west for better paying jobs in the winter. That would be a long way by hitch hiking, and even longer by bike. Nah sir, he'd like to stay at home in Oklahoma, and only move down for Texas work in the winter if absolutely necessary.

Yawning, he sat up, ice blue orbs flickering open, the boy ready to pick up his work gloves and get back to the lovely job of wrangling barbed wire. Except, his work gloves weren't there. The soft bed of hay he had been sleeping on wasn't there. As a matter of fact, the whole damn barn wasn't there either!

Now fully awake, Andy leapt to his feet, whirling around in shock. Oh god, oh god, oh sweet Mary, mother of god! He wasn't in Brown's ranch anymore, he wasn't in May anymore, he probably wasn't even in Oklahoma anymore! He was in a giant, gleaming city, silver and steel sparkling as buildings reached up to scrape the sky. At first, Andy perhaps wondered if he had been spirited away to one of the great cities of the world. Houston, Miami, Chicago, L.A., New York, Seattle, Boston, any of them! But the hovering baubles in the air and the flying cars proved him wrong.

Staggering with shock, Andy bumbled backwards, knocking into a cart selling bells and toys. And the cacophony that reached his ears sent him reeling. And then he realized. He... He could hear them? Stunned, he grabbed one of the strings of bells, shaking it. A ringing, tingling sound reached his eardrums and travelled up his spine, hitting him again. He could feel the vibrations in his hands, these sounds were real! This wasn't a dream or a hallucinations, he could feel the cool touch of bronze and tin in his hands! Not noticing his vision becoming foggy with tears, the boy grinned widely, delirious with joy. He could hear! He could hear everything! Everything and anything! He was cured! He opened his mouth to scream out to the world, to let them know "I can hear!"

What came out was more of a garbled yell.
Surprised at the croak that had come out of his mouth, out of his mouth, Andy tried to speak again. Again, an inarticulate mass of vowels came out, a slush of speech. Oh, that was right. He had never spoken before in his life. He didn't know how to speak.
"Hey, kid! Are you doing alright?" came a voice from behind him. Andy looked up, seeing the man at the stall selling the bells and toys. Andy quickly dropped the bells with a clang and stood up, embarrassed. He was still getting over the fact that someone had just spoken to him and he had heard it!
"Oh you can keep that. Everything's free here, food, drinks, clothes. Not that you'll need them, no one ever goes hungry here. You're obviously new, given you're still in the tracksuit. If you wander, you'll find clothes that you can wear instead of those old things." The man happily chittered. Andy found himself still watching his lips, associating new sounds with the motions of the mouth. He looked down eventually and realized the man was right. His clothes, boots, and pistol were gone. Now he was in plain white sneakers and an ugly grey tracksuit, like a jogging elephant. More importantly, his pad and pen, and his weeks wages were gone. Feeling his elation ebb, Andy remembered the responsible thing to do, and began his pantomime asking for one thing.

Pen and paper?




Pen and paper were gotten. Currency, however, was nowhere to be found. After a short conversation with the shop owner, Andy soon discovered that money didn't exist in this place. That he was in some sort of utopian paradise where thirst, hunger, exhaustion and illness were mere memories, where people could simply take whatever they wanted. Feeling a sense of unease settling over him, Nick walked into the first clothing store he found, changing into a simple pair of jeans, work boots, a cotton t-shirt and jacket. He abandoned the ugly grey clothes, walking back out onto the street and setting himself to wander.

It became apparent very soon that this city should not exist. There was no other place like it on earth. He passed by neighborhoods that reminded him of ancient Greece, Victorian London, medieval Germany, 14th century China. Places that you wouldn't see all meshed up together unless you were in a showcase at Disneyland. And yet here they were, with those great sic-fi skyscrapers looming in the distance. The entire atmosphere felt more ominous than welcoming to Andy, and he was reminded of a passage in the Odyssey he read in 8th grade. After being attacked by the Cicones and losing a good deal of his men, Odysseus and his ships were swept up in a storm lasting nine days and nine nights, until they were brought to shore on the island of the lotus eaters. Thats who these people reminded Andy of, the lotus eaters. Living in their high city with happy faces and happy lives, all so cheery and oblivious. There had to be a catch somewhere, he just knew it. And so he ignored when people called out their goods, he ignored the tantalizing scents of food, and he ignored the beautiful houses and buildings. All of it he ignored until he ran into the blue man, Adam.

Apathetic, elusive, and generally unhelpful, Andy conversed with Adam through written notes as best he could. But the hologram remained vague, and seemed to only serve as little more than a glorified shopping assistance. Andy pestered him repeatedly over where they were, what this city was, how did he get back to Oklahoma? What year was it, what continent were they on, were they all dead? The AI remained eternally unhelpful, and irritated, Andy dismissed him.

That was when he saw the red girl.

She beckoned him to follow her, and follow he did. At least she seemed more helpful than that Adam program. Andy didn't know anything about computers and programming, only that they were big, important, and you had to be really rich to have them. Like companies and hospitals and military personnel. But he did read science fiction, and he knew that AI were basically just the tiny little minds inside of robots. They could do their actions on their own, unlike robots, and performed their own duties. And tended to take over the world, in one story or another. But Andy felt more disturbed hanging around with Adam than he did the little red girl. At least she was taking him somewhere.

Eventually, chasing her through the city streets, Andy came to a place that reminded him of the Indian casinos he knew Vic Holt went to every Saturday, to blow his money on gambling and showgirls. Or as Vic called it, Slots and Slu- His train of thought was derailed as the girl ran straight into one of the casinos, and Andy hurried to follow her. He ran through the casino, paying no mind to the flashing neon lights or the new bells and sounds that ached against his newly freed eardrums. Instead, he came to a large, metal door that the girl held open for him. He paused, glancing at her with new found nervousness. As if sensing his distrust, the girl walked in ahead of him. Andy swallowed the bile welling up in his throat and followed suit, stepping into the room beyond.
Awesome! ^-^ I'll get a post up by tonight. I already have a nightmare in mind perfect for him! Thank you so much for accepting me, btw! I'm very excited for this RP.
Name: Andy Jones
Age: 21
Exp Points: 0
From Year: 1980
Home Land: May, Oklahoma
Appearance:


Personality: Often described as the most talkative deaf-mute this side of the Mississippi, Andy is a cheerful, happy person. A soft person with a friendly, amicable exterior, Andy hides his cynicism under a usually truthful good mood. While not a genius, he is a quick thinker, and is quicker on his feet. He sometimes acts before he thinks, and often times gets frustrated.

Andy is somber and compassionate, despite the short end of the stick he was given. Despite his circumstances, he is a perpetual optimist, and incredibly determined. He's no stranger to sorrow and pain, but tries to not be a vengeful person. When he loses his temper, his sarcasm flows freely, or as freely as it can, lacking a voice. Being a handicapped-yet-handicapable young man in Oklahoma obviously leaves plenty of sass.

Biography: Andy was born in Oklahoma City, September 1959, 2 months before he was due. Mr. and Mrs. Jones had been driving on their way to a routine doctor's appointment, when a sudden speeder crashed into their car, leaving it in a tangled mess. Mr. Jones did not survive the accident, and her injuries caused Mrs. Jones to enter premature labor. Whether it was due to the early birth or the wounds sustained in the womb, no one knows. All that was apparent was the sad, shivering, underweight baby, though crying, made no sounds.

After spending most of his infancy in the ICU, it became apparent that Andy was totally deaf as well as mute. He didn't respond to auditory stimuli, and the only sounds he reacted to were more of vibrations than sounds. His muteness was so severe that he couldn't create even an involuntary scream of pain. He was completely isolated from the world. His mother, the bleeding heart that she was, still loved her broken son, cherishing him and patiently doing her best to teach and raise him. Unfortunately, it seemed cars were destined to steal away Andy's parents. His mother was killed by a drunk driver while walking back from work.

With no relatives either available or willing to take in a deaf-mute, Andy was placed in an orphanage, as an "unadoptable". He couldn't speak, couldn't hear, couldn't read or write or sign. At age 6, he was already well aware how cruel other children could be, and how alone and isolated he was in the world.

That was when he met Simon.
Another deaf-mute, Simon was almost 17 when Andy was 7, and took him under his wing. He taught the boy how to read lips, how to write, and most importantly, how to sign and pantomime. Gradually Andy began to open up to the world, making friends that he could now communicate with, through motions and written words. He excelled at lip reading, able to keep up with conversations and catch every word that slipped through another person's mouth. It was a long, difficult, and arduous journey, but one that finally put joy into his heart.

Then, when Andy was 14, Simon left for Africa, to set up communities for the deaf there, as an aid worker. The orphanage where Andy lived began to run out of money, and rather than be bounced around, the boy left at 16. Working as a seasonal farmhand and traveling the Texas-Oklahoma border, Andy found himself becoming a capable young man. As long as work needed to be done, ranchers and farmers were willing to pay. Most were impressed with his sharp mind and responsible way of life. Deaf and dumb didn't mean he was deaf and stupid. Now, in june of 1980, he had been resting in a hobo barn, catching 40 winks before he had to go and roll up barbed wire from the construction of a new fence.

Of course, how was he supposed to know that his duties would remain forever unfinished? And that he would wake up in a new city, like something out of a comic book?

Powers:
Nope. There is no need to change anything. I love this character you've created already. In this world, he will be able to speak and here. Brilliant!

It makes me think of those YouTube videos where deaf people get special hearing aids and color blind people get special glasses.


Well, he probably wouldn't be able to talk correctly all at once. With deaf adults, it can take years to learn how to speak after getting appropriate hearing aids or cochlear implants. So learning how to correlate the new sounds he's experiencing for the first time with speech will take him a little while, and learning how to articulate appropriately himself will take even longer. But yes, he'll be able to speak and hear!
Yup! That sounds about right! Let me know if there's anything about my character you'd like me to change!
Alright, I think I got the gist of it! And I loved reading through the posts, you are all amazing writers. I have a character in mind that I can work on a sheet for in just a sec. So, in starting the trials, I'm guessing we would also be led by Evette into the new room, follow the hall to a door with our names on it, and also go into the worst-fear-world? Sounds great!

Awesome! And that sounds great! I'm crunching my way through the IC now, I should be completely up to speed by tonight!

Also, I have a question on characters and how the world would affect them. You mentioned that injuries heal in this world, does that include injuries acquired before the character is abducted? For example, a scar they received as a child, would that go away in this world?
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