piercetyler1994
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California, USA, born and raised. 23 years old. United States Marine Corps Veteran. Any questions?
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Refresh my memory. What is required, information wise, to make a caseworker character? Wanted to make one for my character.
Sweet; Rec-time seems like a good place. Thanks for the info.
Just waiting for the next scenario post. Sorry I haven't posted in a minute; been a little busy at work lately.
Another sleepless night. Not an uncommon thing for someone like me, I guess. This was thought that ran through Jimmy's mind as he sat in his bed, gazing outside. It was bright and sunny, a direct reflection of how he DIDN'T feel. He did pay my credence to the feeling. Being a resident at Open Roads for at least a year now, he had hoped that the sleepless nights would have lessened; they didn't. Doesn't matter. He turned to look at the clock on his wall, seeing that it was 9:47 A.M. He knew he was going to be late today, on top of missing out on breakfast. Not really caring about either, je got ready for the day ahead. He walked to the sink in his bathroom and cleaned his face. When he looked back at himself in the mirror, he looked like a dead man. How am I going to explain this? "Chochote... (Whatever...)", he said to himself. With that, he threw on his old green fatigue blouse, grabbed his backpack, and went on his way. Next stop, English class.
Cool. Thanks for the accept. My only question is who is my case worker?
Name: Jímiyu "Jimmy" Abasi
Age: 14
Appearance:
Personality: Stoic, terse, war-weary, disillusioned, precocious, lost most of his faith in humanity, has the capacity to be a good man
NOTE: Speaks Swahili fluently, French decently, and very little English.
Background: You could say that Jimmy has had a life of hard knocks since the day he was born.
Born to a commoner family in Coté d'Ivoire, life was already hard. The village he came from was essentially a fiefdom of violent warlords. His mother stayed at home to care for her child, while his father to do what was necessary to provide for both of them; fight with the local militia. Jimmy's father was not a particularly violent man like most of his comrade he worked with. Like many of the men who went to fight for the warlords, about as many never came back. That's how his dad left him; he was 7 years old.
It wasn't that long before the warlord got desperate for men. There were stories of men coming into people's homes in the dead of night and killing them whilst they slept. If there were any child of a decent age in the home, they would be taken. It's no small wonder what happened to Jimmy at this point. He was captured and forced to fight for the local guerrillas; he was 10 years old. Over the next three years, Jimmy would become a killer for a cause he didn't even understand.
Then, low and behold, a miracle. On the day of his thirteenth birthday, many war journalists and representatives of Invisible Children, Inc. were sent in to report on the violations of human rights there. Jimmy was featured in a brief segment of their work, but the repercussions of such were much greater than five minutes of fame. He got a ticket out of Hell and into a place called the United States. A female journalist who's name he never knew took him aboard the ship they were traveling on back to the states. Unfortunately, because of the issues of illegal immigration, the journalist knew she couldn't keep Jimmy. She figured, however, that he at least deserves a fighting chance at a normal life. She knew of a place that took in homeless children and helped them get there lives on track.
Jimmy has been at "Open Roads" for almost a year now.
Age: 14
Appearance:
Personality: Stoic, terse, war-weary, disillusioned, precocious, lost most of his faith in humanity, has the capacity to be a good man
NOTE: Speaks Swahili fluently, French decently, and very little English.
Background: You could say that Jimmy has had a life of hard knocks since the day he was born.
Born to a commoner family in Coté d'Ivoire, life was already hard. The village he came from was essentially a fiefdom of violent warlords. His mother stayed at home to care for her child, while his father to do what was necessary to provide for both of them; fight with the local militia. Jimmy's father was not a particularly violent man like most of his comrade he worked with. Like many of the men who went to fight for the warlords, about as many never came back. That's how his dad left him; he was 7 years old.
It wasn't that long before the warlord got desperate for men. There were stories of men coming into people's homes in the dead of night and killing them whilst they slept. If there were any child of a decent age in the home, they would be taken. It's no small wonder what happened to Jimmy at this point. He was captured and forced to fight for the local guerrillas; he was 10 years old. Over the next three years, Jimmy would become a killer for a cause he didn't even understand.
Then, low and behold, a miracle. On the day of his thirteenth birthday, many war journalists and representatives of Invisible Children, Inc. were sent in to report on the violations of human rights there. Jimmy was featured in a brief segment of their work, but the repercussions of such were much greater than five minutes of fame. He got a ticket out of Hell and into a place called the United States. A female journalist who's name he never knew took him aboard the ship they were traveling on back to the states. Unfortunately, because of the issues of illegal immigration, the journalist knew she couldn't keep Jimmy. She figured, however, that he at least deserves a fighting chance at a normal life. She knew of a place that took in homeless children and helped them get there lives on track.
Jimmy has been at "Open Roads" for almost a year now.
Do I HAVE to immediately be a part of the team. I was thinking I could be my my own man for a while until someone in the league sets my stupid head straight.
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Wayne said
Really sucks, because I've been wanting to get back into RPing aside from coming across every single yiff-hungry beast that only wants to RP with me because they want to smex Wayne up. And then they RP total fucking mary sues and shit out one-liners like a bad 80s action flick. It's awful. I'm really itching for some quality RPs with Wayne or just anthro characters in general. Things that focus more on action and adventure rather than smut, smut, and more smut.And then comes my issues with my mental health and medication.
Amen, bruh.
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Cartwright said
*Gluing eyes to OOC waiting for the others to put up CSs* cmooooooon
#samethang
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: “My name is Tyler Skye Pierce"
Age: “I was born at UC Irvine Birthing Center, California by Dr. Nishijima at 6:42 P.M. on Wednesday, April 13th, the year of Our Lord, 1994."
Race: “I... I was human... but not anymore. I'm what you would commonly call an Anthro. Technically, I'm not... I'm just a devolution, something that life itself corrected to make man better. (He's a humanoid chimpanzee.)"
Origin: “Well, I was raised in Huntington Beach, California but lived all over Southern California; Long Beach, Costa Mesa, Anaheim, all over."
Occupation: “What I DID was work as a Water Purification Tech in the US Marines. Any kind of water systems meant to purify water for drinking or washing, along with the related equipment, I can operate, maintain, or repair."
Religion: “While it's safe to say that I'm not devoutly religious, I was brought up to believe in Roman Catholicism. As for my outlook on other religions, as long as someone else doesn't try force there beliefs on me, I'm fine with other beliefs, be it Allah, Buddha, or some other deity. If you do force your beliefs upon me, they WILL go ignored."
Skills: “Like I said before, I know how to operate, maintain, and repair water purification systems, as well showering and laundry facilities; a rather silly skill set, but skills nonetheless. In terms of basic USMC skills, I know how to EFFECTIVELY shoot a rifle (specifically the M16-A4), how to not be deterred by obstacles in my path, how to fight back with my fists (I'd still probably get my ass kicked), and how to hike with your life on your back, even if 'your life' weighs 40-50 pounds."
Appearance: “Well, I mean what do you want me to say? I'm an upright walking, talking chimp... duh. Now, the details, those will be shared. 5'9", 202 pounds, black hair... or fur, dark brown eyes. Not many human features remain except the general 'pointy' shape of my head, high cheekbones, and semi-square jaw line. I still have my tattoo from when I was human; a archaic Chinese kanji '耐', for 'fortitude/resistance' on my right forearm. As for this [motions at clothes], this is my Desert MARPAT Camouflage Pattern Utility Uniform, commonly referred to as 'cammies'; it consists of a patterned blouse, a woodland green undershirt, patterned trousers and a MCMAP belt. In spite of my new foot shape, I can still wear my issued boots; still a little uncomfortable, though. Not that it means much anymore, but I still wear my rank of Lance Corporal on my collar. Gotta have some sentimental value, right?"
Relationships: “Well, I haven't been home in a hella-fortnight, so I'm not sure if these relationships are still valid. My mother's name is Desiree Guerrero, an self-made artist and my stepfather's name is Scott Storm, a journeyman electrician. I get the “Pierce" surname from my great-grandfather, Roy Earl Pierce (deceased), a WWII veteran. I've two very younger brothers; Lucas Scott Storm, born 2008 and Logan Cash Storm, born 2011. My ex girlfriend, Macy, lives in Huntington Beach; still having a hard time with that. I don't know what has happened to SoCal (Southern California); they could be dead for all I know."
Personality: “A lot of the time, when people describe me, they say that 'I was born in the wrong decade'. I care about art and music of different times and cultures that other people in my generation of thinking couldn't show a care in the world about. I like the arts, science, literature, everything else that makes humans human. Now, that's not to say that I'm a nerd that wants to do nothing, but study for the rest of my life. I have a spirit of adventure that must be satisfied. Why else would I have joined one the most loved and hated organizations in the world? I am, however, not without my faults. I know for a fact that I am a sufferer of Manic Depression syndrome, commonly referred to as Bipolar Disorder. My moods can very quickly and significantly; one moment, it's all sunshine and rainbows and, the next, I start talking about how 'society is wrong' and 'God is dead'. I'm beginning to even question whether or not I suffer from chronic anxiety disorder (panic spells); whenever I have a particularly bad mood swing, I'm ready to die inside or, at least, blackout. Thankfully, those moments are few and far in between."
History: “For starters, I was born and raised in and all around Southern California in the good, old US of A. My mother had me at a very young age, when she was 16, maybe 17. I've never known or met my real father. I still feel a little bit personally responsible for her hard knocks all those years ago. I was both a burden on her finances, her education, and, therefore, her dreams. This lead to a not so well-to-do upbringing. I've had several stepfathers as a child, long before Scott ever came into the picture. Each one of them was just as bad as the last. I didn't really like them, mom didn't really like them, and I'm certain that beyond a reasonable doubt that they didn't like us either. My lifestyle during that time was something of an urban nomad; constantly moving and never really staying in one place for very long. Before hitting junior high, I had been to 8 different schools. Once I hit junior high, it started to finally slow down; I went to 3 different schools. Right around that time was when mom met Scott for the first time. That's when moving came to a standstill and it was awesome. Mom made it a point that, if we did move, it wouldn't be out of town. Then, we all found a place together and life was good. Now, two new little ones came into my family; two brothers. While not an immediate problem as I was still in high school, but this change the game quite a bit. In case you need a reminder, human, especially children, are very expensive. So, I came upon the idea that I wouldn't have my parents pay for my way into college, but I couldn't think of anything to help me come up with the money to do so. So, I figured, why not go into the service? Seemed like a decent idea. I enlisted in the Marines, left for boot camp in 2012, graduated same year and, after boot leave, got transferred to Camp Lejeune. From there was when I got deployed to Afghanistan. I got stationed at Camp Leatherneck, our main FOB in Afghanistan. I was there when The Change happened. Being a man who didn't go to church every mincing Sunday, I was not devoutly religious. However, the things not just me, but everyone else saw that day... it tends to change your outlook a little bit. Certainly changed mine, figuratively AND literally. The Change didn't effect everyone, at least not visibly. All that was said was basically if you didn't LOOK human, then you WEREN'T human. But, in my eyes, humanity is a idea, not an appearance choice. They didn't listen to what we had to say about it. This is the 21st century and they treated us like lepers. So, with that I took off with my weapon, most of my gear and the rest is history..."
Equipment: “Kinda low on equipment at the moment. I got my M4 Carbine Service Rifle (I named her Macy); 53 rounds of 5.56-ers left; 4 magazines, two of 'em empty; a shemagh for the sunlight and sandstorms; ESS issued sunglasses with RX inserts; regular RX Ray Ban eyeglasses, like Buddy Holly; a scratched Kevlar helmet; a MOLLE plate carrier... with no SAPI plates; 4 MRE's; a KA-BAR knife; a Coyote Desert fleece jacket; compact sleeping system; and 2 canteens... or, rather, 1 and a 1/2 canteens worth of water."
Goals: “To be thoroughly honest, I don't know. Maybe I'm still running from those bigots at Camp Leatherneck and I needed a ten day walk between me and them. Maybe in my journey across Afghanistan, I was secretly hoping to find a cure for what ails me... or maybe I was just wandering aimlessly across the Afghan desert. I don't even know anymore. Maybe in my journey, I'll find out."
Age: “I was born at UC Irvine Birthing Center, California by Dr. Nishijima at 6:42 P.M. on Wednesday, April 13th, the year of Our Lord, 1994."
Race: “I... I was human... but not anymore. I'm what you would commonly call an Anthro. Technically, I'm not... I'm just a devolution, something that life itself corrected to make man better. (He's a humanoid chimpanzee.)"
Origin: “Well, I was raised in Huntington Beach, California but lived all over Southern California; Long Beach, Costa Mesa, Anaheim, all over."
Occupation: “What I DID was work as a Water Purification Tech in the US Marines. Any kind of water systems meant to purify water for drinking or washing, along with the related equipment, I can operate, maintain, or repair."
Religion: “While it's safe to say that I'm not devoutly religious, I was brought up to believe in Roman Catholicism. As for my outlook on other religions, as long as someone else doesn't try force there beliefs on me, I'm fine with other beliefs, be it Allah, Buddha, or some other deity. If you do force your beliefs upon me, they WILL go ignored."
Skills: “Like I said before, I know how to operate, maintain, and repair water purification systems, as well showering and laundry facilities; a rather silly skill set, but skills nonetheless. In terms of basic USMC skills, I know how to EFFECTIVELY shoot a rifle (specifically the M16-A4), how to not be deterred by obstacles in my path, how to fight back with my fists (I'd still probably get my ass kicked), and how to hike with your life on your back, even if 'your life' weighs 40-50 pounds."
Appearance: “Well, I mean what do you want me to say? I'm an upright walking, talking chimp... duh. Now, the details, those will be shared. 5'9", 202 pounds, black hair... or fur, dark brown eyes. Not many human features remain except the general 'pointy' shape of my head, high cheekbones, and semi-square jaw line. I still have my tattoo from when I was human; a archaic Chinese kanji '耐', for 'fortitude/resistance' on my right forearm. As for this [motions at clothes], this is my Desert MARPAT Camouflage Pattern Utility Uniform, commonly referred to as 'cammies'; it consists of a patterned blouse, a woodland green undershirt, patterned trousers and a MCMAP belt. In spite of my new foot shape, I can still wear my issued boots; still a little uncomfortable, though. Not that it means much anymore, but I still wear my rank of Lance Corporal on my collar. Gotta have some sentimental value, right?"
Relationships: “Well, I haven't been home in a hella-fortnight, so I'm not sure if these relationships are still valid. My mother's name is Desiree Guerrero, an self-made artist and my stepfather's name is Scott Storm, a journeyman electrician. I get the “Pierce" surname from my great-grandfather, Roy Earl Pierce (deceased), a WWII veteran. I've two very younger brothers; Lucas Scott Storm, born 2008 and Logan Cash Storm, born 2011. My ex girlfriend, Macy, lives in Huntington Beach; still having a hard time with that. I don't know what has happened to SoCal (Southern California); they could be dead for all I know."
Personality: “A lot of the time, when people describe me, they say that 'I was born in the wrong decade'. I care about art and music of different times and cultures that other people in my generation of thinking couldn't show a care in the world about. I like the arts, science, literature, everything else that makes humans human. Now, that's not to say that I'm a nerd that wants to do nothing, but study for the rest of my life. I have a spirit of adventure that must be satisfied. Why else would I have joined one the most loved and hated organizations in the world? I am, however, not without my faults. I know for a fact that I am a sufferer of Manic Depression syndrome, commonly referred to as Bipolar Disorder. My moods can very quickly and significantly; one moment, it's all sunshine and rainbows and, the next, I start talking about how 'society is wrong' and 'God is dead'. I'm beginning to even question whether or not I suffer from chronic anxiety disorder (panic spells); whenever I have a particularly bad mood swing, I'm ready to die inside or, at least, blackout. Thankfully, those moments are few and far in between."
History: “For starters, I was born and raised in and all around Southern California in the good, old US of A. My mother had me at a very young age, when she was 16, maybe 17. I've never known or met my real father. I still feel a little bit personally responsible for her hard knocks all those years ago. I was both a burden on her finances, her education, and, therefore, her dreams. This lead to a not so well-to-do upbringing. I've had several stepfathers as a child, long before Scott ever came into the picture. Each one of them was just as bad as the last. I didn't really like them, mom didn't really like them, and I'm certain that beyond a reasonable doubt that they didn't like us either. My lifestyle during that time was something of an urban nomad; constantly moving and never really staying in one place for very long. Before hitting junior high, I had been to 8 different schools. Once I hit junior high, it started to finally slow down; I went to 3 different schools. Right around that time was when mom met Scott for the first time. That's when moving came to a standstill and it was awesome. Mom made it a point that, if we did move, it wouldn't be out of town. Then, we all found a place together and life was good. Now, two new little ones came into my family; two brothers. While not an immediate problem as I was still in high school, but this change the game quite a bit. In case you need a reminder, human, especially children, are very expensive. So, I came upon the idea that I wouldn't have my parents pay for my way into college, but I couldn't think of anything to help me come up with the money to do so. So, I figured, why not go into the service? Seemed like a decent idea. I enlisted in the Marines, left for boot camp in 2012, graduated same year and, after boot leave, got transferred to Camp Lejeune. From there was when I got deployed to Afghanistan. I got stationed at Camp Leatherneck, our main FOB in Afghanistan. I was there when The Change happened. Being a man who didn't go to church every mincing Sunday, I was not devoutly religious. However, the things not just me, but everyone else saw that day... it tends to change your outlook a little bit. Certainly changed mine, figuratively AND literally. The Change didn't effect everyone, at least not visibly. All that was said was basically if you didn't LOOK human, then you WEREN'T human. But, in my eyes, humanity is a idea, not an appearance choice. They didn't listen to what we had to say about it. This is the 21st century and they treated us like lepers. So, with that I took off with my weapon, most of my gear and the rest is history..."
Equipment: “Kinda low on equipment at the moment. I got my M4 Carbine Service Rifle (I named her Macy); 53 rounds of 5.56-ers left; 4 magazines, two of 'em empty; a shemagh for the sunlight and sandstorms; ESS issued sunglasses with RX inserts; regular RX Ray Ban eyeglasses, like Buddy Holly; a scratched Kevlar helmet; a MOLLE plate carrier... with no SAPI plates; 4 MRE's; a KA-BAR knife; a Coyote Desert fleece jacket; compact sleeping system; and 2 canteens... or, rather, 1 and a 1/2 canteens worth of water."
Goals: “To be thoroughly honest, I don't know. Maybe I'm still running from those bigots at Camp Leatherneck and I needed a ten day walk between me and them. Maybe in my journey across Afghanistan, I was secretly hoping to find a cure for what ails me... or maybe I was just wandering aimlessly across the Afghan desert. I don't even know anymore. Maybe in my journey, I'll find out."
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