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SpikeIs this rp still accepting and could i be a hacker purposly joining the game to try and figure out how the AI is taking the gamers hostage?
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Name: Jake A.K.A KRAZY J (yes with a K) or KARMA GUARDIAN.
Age:23
Appearance: red and black hair for now (it changes allot), blues eyes mostly (left eyes fucked up from a paintball), skinny/athletic I prefer to tone not build, and Caucasian.
Random Notes:I've done allot of different things like worked at renaissance festivals as a jester, pirate, knight, and elf. Doing a little bit of everything as in sword, staff, and whip fighting, being a vendor (making and selling stuff like chain mail), and being a jester (walking around, swallowing swords, juggling, and doing tricks with cards/coins). Then of course the regular retail work along with industrial work.
Likes: Anime, Bacon, Role Playing, Music, Anime, Smoking, Gaming (ps3 and CPU), Swords/Knifes, Zombie Apocalypse, Survival, and Anime
Dislikes: Most People (stupidity knows no bounds), Being Short (5'6"), MAYONAISE, and God-moding.
Age:23
Appearance: red and black hair for now (it changes allot), blues eyes mostly (left eyes fucked up from a paintball), skinny/athletic I prefer to tone not build, and Caucasian.
Random Notes:I've done allot of different things like worked at renaissance festivals as a jester, pirate, knight, and elf. Doing a little bit of everything as in sword, staff, and whip fighting, being a vendor (making and selling stuff like chain mail), and being a jester (walking around, swallowing swords, juggling, and doing tricks with cards/coins). Then of course the regular retail work along with industrial work.
Likes: Anime, Bacon, Role Playing, Music, Anime, Smoking, Gaming (ps3 and CPU), Swords/Knifes, Zombie Apocalypse, Survival, and Anime
Dislikes: Most People (stupidity knows no bounds), Being Short (5'6"), MAYONAISE, and God-moding.
Most Recent Posts
It sucks that this rp died it was one of my favorites and i was gonna get shit started at club lush tonight lol
Lol i love the smell especialy the cream is smells like fresh brewed coffee @Dirty Pretty Lies
Is anyone else interested???
Lol yeah looks like it but hey theres nothing like the smell of a fresh opened black and mild lol
Netter waited till everyone else had left the bus before exiting himself his first reaction was to peer into his dads old fire duffel to check on his carton of marlboro blacks earbuds and mp3.As seeing all his valueables were intact he closed his bag back up and while listening to announcment he began abserving the buildings of the camp looking for the highest point he could find.
most of the buildings werent very tall but he wondered what he really expected of a camp "there nothing like my favorite spot in junction 8 stories,flat roof,baseboards and window edges perfect for parkour,but I guess they'll have to do".After the big boss was done talking he went to the billboard to check his cabin and then proceeded to said cabin. "not exactly a place that I'd call home but what is home anyway". He looked around to make sure the cabin was empty then he pulled a pack of cigs,his mp3,and his wireless earbuds out of his bag then slid his black and red fire duffel under the bed closest to the door and set one of his shirts on the bed to claim it.He then straightened up his beenie and his fingerless palm grip gloves and headed straight for the tree line.
He searched around for a bit looking for a good spot far enough from camp to not draw attention to himself but still close enough to catch any excitement then climbed up an evergreen tree and sat on third from the tallest branch up and lit up a cig. He heard kickball and he did enjoy playing it with his bros back in the day but he didnt know anyone around here.He let out a sigh as he took a puff from his cigarette and turned his mp3 on and changed it to play sick like me by in this moment."It's a fucked up world we live in but hey shits not a good gift to be given so why give a shit" He let out a laugh as his motto left his lips and a cig met them for another puff.
Then he gazed at the camp looking it over as he watched other campers walkin around and seeing there bright hair colors and exotic pets.Then he said to the tune of the song"Maybe theres otheres here, 'beautiful and sick like me'." He let those words rummage through his mind as he smoked his cigarette and listened to his music relaxing in the tree.
most of the buildings werent very tall but he wondered what he really expected of a camp "there nothing like my favorite spot in junction 8 stories,flat roof,baseboards and window edges perfect for parkour,but I guess they'll have to do".After the big boss was done talking he went to the billboard to check his cabin and then proceeded to said cabin. "not exactly a place that I'd call home but what is home anyway". He looked around to make sure the cabin was empty then he pulled a pack of cigs,his mp3,and his wireless earbuds out of his bag then slid his black and red fire duffel under the bed closest to the door and set one of his shirts on the bed to claim it.He then straightened up his beenie and his fingerless palm grip gloves and headed straight for the tree line.
He searched around for a bit looking for a good spot far enough from camp to not draw attention to himself but still close enough to catch any excitement then climbed up an evergreen tree and sat on third from the tallest branch up and lit up a cig. He heard kickball and he did enjoy playing it with his bros back in the day but he didnt know anyone around here.He let out a sigh as he took a puff from his cigarette and turned his mp3 on and changed it to play sick like me by in this moment."It's a fucked up world we live in but hey shits not a good gift to be given so why give a shit" He let out a laugh as his motto left his lips and a cig met them for another puff.
Then he gazed at the camp looking it over as he watched other campers walkin around and seeing there bright hair colors and exotic pets.Then he said to the tune of the song"Maybe theres otheres here, 'beautiful and sick like me'." He let those words rummage through his mind as he smoked his cigarette and listened to his music relaxing in the tree.
I have a meeting at the firehouse here in a bit it might get rough lol but ill have a post up tonight
@Stern Algorithm hell yeah pacific rim count me in!!!
Name:netter (N-sane) stone
Appearance:
hair:black/short
Hieght:5'9
Weight:140lbs
Eyes:light blue
Scars:has scattered burn scars all over the right side of his body.
Tattoos:N-sane across the top off his back and black fire going up his left side from his leg to his neck.
Age:17
Likes:parkour,music,challenges,cats,cigs
Dislikes:judgemental people,cold wheather,bullies.
Quirk:can free run like no other,forgery.
Bio/Personality:Netter was what you call a "trouble" child he loved parkour and he never listened to his dad.Mostly because he lost his mother at birth and it was his way of coping but also he loved the thrill of life he started free running at age 12 and anytime his depression got the best of him free running would clear his head.His dad was a fire chief and although netter didnt listen or follow the rules very often he still looked up to his dad and always worried about him.
One day when netter was 16 his dad got a call in of all hands on deck near the old school house so he donned his gear and went off.As usual netter was told to stay at the house until his dad got back but as soon as his dad dissapeared down the road netter put on his converse and went out to free run he over heard that the fire was at the old school house so he made his way there one roof top at a time he had never seen his dad in action so he sat on a rooftop across from the old school house watching his dad give orders and connect the fire hose to a hydrant on the corner.
Then a scream for help came from inside.there were teens inside the building.His dad told two guys to follow him and they ran through the flame engulphed door and dissapeared.Netter waited until the two guys came back out with the teens and yelled"the cheif is trying to find the other teen they say they dont know how the fire started." hearing that netter went from roof to roof till he got across from the school house then jumped in through one of the windows.he ran through the school halls until he found his dad kneeling down trying try to walk he had lost his helmet while trying to find the thrird teen and the smoke was geting to him.
The roof started callapsing and his dad was right under it so netter ran as fast as he could through the hallway to push his dad out of the way.his dad noticed him and yelled at him to stop and get out of the building but he didnt listen then the support beams gave out and him and his dad fell through the floor.as they were falling his dad rapped his arms around him to prtect him from the flames but one of the support beems bashed him in the head and he went unconsious.Netter woke up in a hospital bed with no memorries.The doctor explained to him how his dad saved him and got him out of the building but he was too badly wounded from debree and burns and he died shortly after.Giving netter some time alone to think and try to recover his memmories he left the room.
Netter grabbed the the clip board and read through the file he found his name and adress.He tried to find away out of the hospital but the halls were packed and the only way was the window.He opened the window and saw it was three stories up but he felt as though he had done this before he started having flashes of how he used to parkour and he mannaged to make it down the wall.All he could remember was parkour so he went to the adress in the file and went inside everything was oddly familiar but all new at the same time he made his way to his room eventually and looked around faint memmories going through his head he grabbed his back pack and stuffed it with clothes then he grabbed his duffel bag and gathered what ever else he thought he would need food flashlights his brass knuckles any money around the house he could find and a carton of his dads cigarrets then set off on his own.After a year of living on the streets smoking cigs free running for money and forging IDs he longed for something new something different to get away from it all.
Then he ran across a flyer for a camp called camp turtle shell and saw that it was the perfect oppertunity to try to live some form of normality plus free food free place to sleep why not take a shot.so he sent them a letter with fordged credentials in his dads name with there old adress and waited for the bus to show.
Other:theme:
Appearance:
hair:black/short
Hieght:5'9
Weight:140lbs
Eyes:light blue
Scars:has scattered burn scars all over the right side of his body.
Tattoos:N-sane across the top off his back and black fire going up his left side from his leg to his neck.
Age:17
Likes:parkour,music,challenges,cats,cigs
Dislikes:judgemental people,cold wheather,bullies.
Quirk:can free run like no other,forgery.
Bio/Personality:Netter was what you call a "trouble" child he loved parkour and he never listened to his dad.Mostly because he lost his mother at birth and it was his way of coping but also he loved the thrill of life he started free running at age 12 and anytime his depression got the best of him free running would clear his head.His dad was a fire chief and although netter didnt listen or follow the rules very often he still looked up to his dad and always worried about him.
One day when netter was 16 his dad got a call in of all hands on deck near the old school house so he donned his gear and went off.As usual netter was told to stay at the house until his dad got back but as soon as his dad dissapeared down the road netter put on his converse and went out to free run he over heard that the fire was at the old school house so he made his way there one roof top at a time he had never seen his dad in action so he sat on a rooftop across from the old school house watching his dad give orders and connect the fire hose to a hydrant on the corner.
Then a scream for help came from inside.there were teens inside the building.His dad told two guys to follow him and they ran through the flame engulphed door and dissapeared.Netter waited until the two guys came back out with the teens and yelled"the cheif is trying to find the other teen they say they dont know how the fire started." hearing that netter went from roof to roof till he got across from the school house then jumped in through one of the windows.he ran through the school halls until he found his dad kneeling down trying try to walk he had lost his helmet while trying to find the thrird teen and the smoke was geting to him.
The roof started callapsing and his dad was right under it so netter ran as fast as he could through the hallway to push his dad out of the way.his dad noticed him and yelled at him to stop and get out of the building but he didnt listen then the support beams gave out and him and his dad fell through the floor.as they were falling his dad rapped his arms around him to prtect him from the flames but one of the support beems bashed him in the head and he went unconsious.Netter woke up in a hospital bed with no memorries.The doctor explained to him how his dad saved him and got him out of the building but he was too badly wounded from debree and burns and he died shortly after.Giving netter some time alone to think and try to recover his memmories he left the room.
Netter grabbed the the clip board and read through the file he found his name and adress.He tried to find away out of the hospital but the halls were packed and the only way was the window.He opened the window and saw it was three stories up but he felt as though he had done this before he started having flashes of how he used to parkour and he mannaged to make it down the wall.All he could remember was parkour so he went to the adress in the file and went inside everything was oddly familiar but all new at the same time he made his way to his room eventually and looked around faint memmories going through his head he grabbed his back pack and stuffed it with clothes then he grabbed his duffel bag and gathered what ever else he thought he would need food flashlights his brass knuckles any money around the house he could find and a carton of his dads cigarrets then set off on his own.After a year of living on the streets smoking cigs free running for money and forging IDs he longed for something new something different to get away from it all.
Then he ran across a flyer for a camp called camp turtle shell and saw that it was the perfect oppertunity to try to live some form of normality plus free food free place to sleep why not take a shot.so he sent them a letter with fordged credentials in his dads name with there old adress and waited for the bus to show.
Other:theme:
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