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Holy hell, alright. Accepted! Welcome to Unity!
Dem characters tho.
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Holy hell, alright. Accepted! Welcome to Unity!
Dem characters tho.
Name: John.
Age: 20.
Race: Human.
Bio: John was born like most children should be - and raised in a middle class family. Life was simple and easy for him, most of the things he had to worry about doing good in school, as well as his actual work, and house chores. He was taught the basics of living on his own, and through saving t he lot of his money for the majority of his life, he was set for getting his own home when he was 18. When the robotic war had struck, he was generally scared, but he knew he had a job to do. Defend as many people as he could, but how? He was only a child...
But not the only one. During a raid when he was 13, he met a girl. Promptly after, he had taken her to his safe haven, a cave with some 20 to 30 people in it. He and the girl had done everything together - but it wasn't like he had much of a choice. She clung to him, and he wasn't sure whether he liked it or not...
Fast forward to when he was 18. He proposed, and even after that...He was still nervous.
Past that, when she had disappeared, he was destroyed. He had gotten colder. Nothing to live for was his philosophy, and time and time again he would put his life on the line, only to be saved by his best friend, Harold.
Appearance:
Age: 20.
Race: Human.
Bio: John was born like most children should be - and raised in a middle class family. Life was simple and easy for him, most of the things he had to worry about doing good in school, as well as his actual work, and house chores. He was taught the basics of living on his own, and through saving t he lot of his money for the majority of his life, he was set for getting his own home when he was 18. When the robotic war had struck, he was generally scared, but he knew he had a job to do. Defend as many people as he could, but how? He was only a child...
But not the only one. During a raid when he was 13, he met a girl. Promptly after, he had taken her to his safe haven, a cave with some 20 to 30 people in it. He and the girl had done everything together - but it wasn't like he had much of a choice. She clung to him, and he wasn't sure whether he liked it or not...
Fast forward to when he was 18. He proposed, and even after that...He was still nervous.
Past that, when she had disappeared, he was destroyed. He had gotten colder. Nothing to live for was his philosophy, and time and time again he would put his life on the line, only to be saved by his best friend, Harold.
Appearance:
He had his fair share of watching people kill cyborgs and robots. Hell, he had his own fair share of killing them himself - but something seemed a little different about this one. She seemed oddly familiar, though it might just be the fact that this was the first truly attractive woman he had seen in a while. His thoughts had glossed over that possibility until he was proverbially slapped in the face with a single thought. His one and only. His fiancee, hell, maybe even his wife, it had been so long...
"Wait!" He shouted, walking with a purpose towards the man with the pistol. "Harold, put it down."
"What's stopping me?!" The man had replied, taking the safety off and pulling back the hammer of his pistol.
"Trust me, okay? Just-just trust me. Don't kill this one. We...We can use it!" He was desperate to keep her alive. "Trust me, Harold! Like you've done all those times when we were on our fuckin' runs."
"Oh my god, John, don't give me that bullshit."
"Weren't you gonna be the best man at our wedding?"
"The hell do you mean 'Our?'" John motioned to the woman. Harold remained silent, as the rage boiled just underneath his skin. "...You're fucking serious, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"John, she doesn't even remember you!"
"I'll MAKE her remember, god dammit!"
"Jesus fuckin' christ, John..." Harold's pistol had found itself pressed against her temple.
"You kill her, you kill me." John muttered. "Go ahead. Pull the trigger and then pull it again on me."
"John, come on, you're not gonna do this."
"Yes, I am!" John had glanced over to the young woman more than a few times during their argument, which seemed to go on for an eternity. His heart was pounding out of control as a flurry of emotions washed over him. Finally, he was re-united with his sweetheart again, but there was a gun pressed against her head, and she was not longer human...Very well, he thought to himself. Doesn't matter if she isn't human. I love her. When he had come back down the real world, Harold had holstered his pistol.
"Fine," Harold said. "You win. Put 'er in the cell."
"Great!" John coughed. "I mean...Alright. Thanks, Harold."
"You fuckin' owe me now, you realize this, right?"
"I'll reward you with research." He picked Castille up off of the floor, and carried her to an area filled with make-shift holding cells. The air was cold and damp, and the goosebumps on John's arms became more and more apparent the longer he was in there. "Listen, Cas..." he began. "I just saved your ass back there, now you're going to have to co-operate with me, okay? People wanna know more about your kind so we can put an end to this war, and you're our ace in the hole." He opened the door to a cell in the back, and placed her gingerly on the floor. "I don't know how you became...One of these, and I won't ask, but...You're our best shot at winning this war. Have you got any objections?"
"Wait!" He shouted, walking with a purpose towards the man with the pistol. "Harold, put it down."
"What's stopping me?!" The man had replied, taking the safety off and pulling back the hammer of his pistol.
"Trust me, okay? Just-just trust me. Don't kill this one. We...We can use it!" He was desperate to keep her alive. "Trust me, Harold! Like you've done all those times when we were on our fuckin' runs."
"Oh my god, John, don't give me that bullshit."
"Weren't you gonna be the best man at our wedding?"
"The hell do you mean 'Our?'" John motioned to the woman. Harold remained silent, as the rage boiled just underneath his skin. "...You're fucking serious, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"John, she doesn't even remember you!"
"I'll MAKE her remember, god dammit!"
"Jesus fuckin' christ, John..." Harold's pistol had found itself pressed against her temple.
"You kill her, you kill me." John muttered. "Go ahead. Pull the trigger and then pull it again on me."
"John, come on, you're not gonna do this."
"Yes, I am!" John had glanced over to the young woman more than a few times during their argument, which seemed to go on for an eternity. His heart was pounding out of control as a flurry of emotions washed over him. Finally, he was re-united with his sweetheart again, but there was a gun pressed against her head, and she was not longer human...Very well, he thought to himself. Doesn't matter if she isn't human. I love her. When he had come back down the real world, Harold had holstered his pistol.
"Fine," Harold said. "You win. Put 'er in the cell."
"Great!" John coughed. "I mean...Alright. Thanks, Harold."
"You fuckin' owe me now, you realize this, right?"
"I'll reward you with research." He picked Castille up off of the floor, and carried her to an area filled with make-shift holding cells. The air was cold and damp, and the goosebumps on John's arms became more and more apparent the longer he was in there. "Listen, Cas..." he began. "I just saved your ass back there, now you're going to have to co-operate with me, okay? People wanna know more about your kind so we can put an end to this war, and you're our ace in the hole." He opened the door to a cell in the back, and placed her gingerly on the floor. "I don't know how you became...One of these, and I won't ask, but...You're our best shot at winning this war. Have you got any objections?"
"Hey, what the fuck?!" The man turned around, looking down by just a few centimeters at Leon. "Watch yourself, kid."
"My apologies," he shot back. "It wasn't my fault-Oof!" He was shoved again. He threw his arms out as a reflex, which made him hit the man. "You startin' fights, now?" His voice bellowed, as he took a fighting stance. Leon remained perfectly still, feeling the lights around him start to get brighter. His chest tightened, his heart started to beat out of control. He may or may not have gotten himself into something that could leave a permanent fuckin' mark on his life. For better, or for worse.
He turned to Willow, unsure of what to do --- But it hit him.
"Run," he whispered. "Just go take your test, run!"
"My apologies," he shot back. "It wasn't my fault-Oof!" He was shoved again. He threw his arms out as a reflex, which made him hit the man. "You startin' fights, now?" His voice bellowed, as he took a fighting stance. Leon remained perfectly still, feeling the lights around him start to get brighter. His chest tightened, his heart started to beat out of control. He may or may not have gotten himself into something that could leave a permanent fuckin' mark on his life. For better, or for worse.
He turned to Willow, unsure of what to do --- But it hit him.
"Hey, somethin' the matter?" Was all he could get out before he was shoved in her general direction. "Yo, watch out!" he shouted out of instinct, shoving his foot to the left, effectively propelling himself to the right, in which he...hit the school douchebag.
Great.
Great.
Hmm. Interesting, but where do the player characters come in?
Whenever you feel like it, link me in a PM! I've been having a lot of internet trouble in the past week or so, and I think I might be coming back by tomorrow.
He jumped, hearing a yelp - and frantically looked around. "Where in the dingle..." He muttered, checking for the source of it.
His eyes shifted to a small woman trying to wriggle her way out from underneath someone. He tensed up, pushing his way through to her. When he found his way over, he pulled the man off - and held out a hand for the poor young girl. "You okay?"
His eyes shifted to a small woman trying to wriggle her way out from underneath someone. He tensed up, pushing his way through to her. When he found his way over, he pulled the man off - and held out a hand for the poor young girl. "You okay?"
Lyra said Is Fuzzy's character accepted?
Yes. She's welcome to join in at any point in time.
Holy crap this is interesting. Count me in!
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