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It's kinda the opposite for me. White backgrounds make my eyes all itchy.
That said, all this information makes me wanna swoon. Helps me lots with the whole planning out the CS thing. Thanks~
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Yaay!
I mean you don't need to have everything set up immediately, right? Just the important stuff to get the CS' started. And then ya can add in the other details later.
I've got waay too many ideas for my CS, at the moment. Gotta get rid of some of them...
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You... you're telling me I can play a sentient AI in a robot body? Oh yes! Please, thank you very much.
That is to say, I'm interested. Definitely interested.
That is to say, I'm interested. Definitely interested.
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I'm afraid I'm going to have drop this RP. Sorry.
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Badly written post is badly written. But at least I wrote it, yes?
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Annalise hadn't caught the news in the morning. Soaps were more interesting than a boring news casts, after all. It was one of her co-workers who filled her in, excited and panicked as she explained what had happened.
She hadn't left immediately, of course. Leaving early would just bring more attention to her. She hadn't exactly slowed down after her shift ended either, of course.
”Appointment with a doctor,” she'd yelled to the curious what's-her-name. They'd come for her, she knew. If not today, then tomorrow or the day after that. She had tried to hide her abilities as well as she could, but some of her neighbours followed her doings with undeniable suspicion. The old lady who lived above her had actually accused her of being a freak.
She ran to her apartment in record time. The NYFC hadn't arrived yet, thank god. The whole place smelled dank and smoky, and despite living at the apartment for quite some time, the woman still found herself grimancing at the smell. At least she'd be rid of that, right? Think of the positives, her psychologist had told her. Worthless advice, totally not fit for an occasion like this.
Isaac, the tall, homely guy who lived next to Annalise greeted her as she digged for her keys.
”Short day?” he asked with an awkward smile. He looked guilty, even if he tried to hide it.
”Mhm, yeah. Thank god. I'm so friggin' tired, you don't even know,” she answered, seemingly exhausted but calm as her door clicked open. She sent the guy a tired smile before stepping in and shutting the door with a loud slam.
Then she collapsed against the closed door, gasping in a shuddering breath. Oh fuck, why hadn't she been more careful? She didn't want to leave, but if she didn't, she was going to die, or worse!
It took well over 15 minuted for her to calm down. Packing was easy, even if her hands shook and she felt nauseous. Clothing was thrown into her worn duffel bag without much care. She'd travel light. Two pairs of shoes, lots of socks. Her phone - along with anything else with an internet connection - was left behind. Was she being paranoid? Yeah, but that could only be a good thing right now.
There was a loud knock on the door as she hid a photo of her parents into her wallet. No point in wondering who it was. That, at least, was obvious enough. She closed the door in her room and pulled her window open before peeking outside. Another loud knock and muffled authoritative words could be heard from the outside. Pulling the hood of her jacket over her head, Annalise grabbed her bag and threw it on her shoulder. Waiting for much longer would be stupid.
She opened a portal in the shadowed, hidden alleyway next to the apartment. Another appeared in her room with little effort. By the time the NYFC broke her door open, the teleporter was well on her way towards The Shelter.
She hadn't left immediately, of course. Leaving early would just bring more attention to her. She hadn't exactly slowed down after her shift ended either, of course.
”Appointment with a doctor,” she'd yelled to the curious what's-her-name. They'd come for her, she knew. If not today, then tomorrow or the day after that. She had tried to hide her abilities as well as she could, but some of her neighbours followed her doings with undeniable suspicion. The old lady who lived above her had actually accused her of being a freak.
She ran to her apartment in record time. The NYFC hadn't arrived yet, thank god. The whole place smelled dank and smoky, and despite living at the apartment for quite some time, the woman still found herself grimancing at the smell. At least she'd be rid of that, right? Think of the positives, her psychologist had told her. Worthless advice, totally not fit for an occasion like this.
Isaac, the tall, homely guy who lived next to Annalise greeted her as she digged for her keys.
”Short day?” he asked with an awkward smile. He looked guilty, even if he tried to hide it.
”Mhm, yeah. Thank god. I'm so friggin' tired, you don't even know,” she answered, seemingly exhausted but calm as her door clicked open. She sent the guy a tired smile before stepping in and shutting the door with a loud slam.
Then she collapsed against the closed door, gasping in a shuddering breath. Oh fuck, why hadn't she been more careful? She didn't want to leave, but if she didn't, she was going to die, or worse!
It took well over 15 minuted for her to calm down. Packing was easy, even if her hands shook and she felt nauseous. Clothing was thrown into her worn duffel bag without much care. She'd travel light. Two pairs of shoes, lots of socks. Her phone - along with anything else with an internet connection - was left behind. Was she being paranoid? Yeah, but that could only be a good thing right now.
There was a loud knock on the door as she hid a photo of her parents into her wallet. No point in wondering who it was. That, at least, was obvious enough. She closed the door in her room and pulled her window open before peeking outside. Another loud knock and muffled authoritative words could be heard from the outside. Pulling the hood of her jacket over her head, Annalise grabbed her bag and threw it on her shoulder. Waiting for much longer would be stupid.
She opened a portal in the shadowed, hidden alleyway next to the apartment. Another appeared in her room with little effort. By the time the NYFC broke her door open, the teleporter was well on her way towards The Shelter.
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I'm here!
Didn't they talk about rewriting the code? Then again, that was quite a few days ago. I don't know anything about this type of stuff, so I just assumed that it generally takes this long.
Didn't they talk about rewriting the code? Then again, that was quite a few days ago. I don't know anything about this type of stuff, so I just assumed that it generally takes this long.
Name: Annalise Sköld
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: Annalise's on the shorter side, with a roll of fat covering her stomach and widening her hips. Most her clothes are ill-fitting things found from flea markets at the cheapest possible price.
Her face is round and freckled, which gives her a somewhat childish, innocent look to her. Her mouth - small compared to the size of her nose - is always twisted into a slight smile. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and surrounded by dark circles, making her appear tired even after a good nights sleep. Annalise grooms her brows to perfection, but her dark hair gets cut into a short bob every other month, and is often left uncared for.
Powers
Teleportation: Is able to teleport as far away as she wants so long she's has immediate visual contact with the area she's teleporting to. Sadly Annalise isn't able to teleport much more than herself like this. She's just glad she's able to use this power without losing her clothes in the process. Teleportation isn't a completely silent process, resulting in a faint snapping sound every time she appears in a new place.
Portal creation: Thankfully those she wishes to rescue and work with aren't left behind, either. As with teleportation, she needs visual contact to the places where she wants to open portals. She is limited to opening two portals at a time. Making portals much larger than herself requires concentration and time, and she has trouble keeping them stable while moving. The larger the portal is and the longer it is open, the more exhausted Annalise feels after the portal is closed.
Unlike teleportation, opening portals is completely silent.
Bio: Annalise's mother - Swedish in origin - moved to the US when Anna turned 5 years old, and married a wealthy business-partner the next summer. The girls grades were average and she wasn't the smartest person in the world, but she had plenty of friends and generally considered herself to be happy. Lucky, even.
Then something just... changed. At the age of 16 she started feeling tired all the time and she didn't know why. The exhaustion turned into depression as time went on, and Annalise found herself locked into her room with little to no contact outside of her family. After three years of panic attacks and social withdrawal, she was sent to a psychologist. She felt left behind by the world, but desperately tried to catch up. She didn't go back to school. Instead, she got herself a job at a coffee-shop. There were times when the work got aggravating, degrading even, but it was much better than doing nothing.
Then she discovered her powers, and everything fell apart again. Her parents, who had been so supporting before, turned on her. Threw her out without much of a notice, and then refused to answer her calls. Annalise found herself in New York, living in the tiniest, cheapest apartment she could find, barely scraping by. She heard of the people using their powers to steal money, and she'd been so incredibly tempted. How easy would it be to use her powers for that?
A few days later she had sat down at a small bar after a long day of work before someone pulled out a gun and demanded for money. The thug had found himself dropping through the ground and to the floor again. Annalise had snuck out before the panic had settled and the police found their way inside. She'd felt pretty good after that, despite the fatigue. In fact, Annalise had felt better than she had in years. She'd felt the adrenaline push through her veins when the thugs had hit the ground. She'd felt like she had helped.
The extra 50 dollars she'd grabbed on her way out didn't exactly weigh on her heart either.
If anyone asked, stealing was more of a hobby to Annalise. Annalise did her best to give a somewhat Robin Hood-esque image of herself to the public. She took from the thieves, gave to the poor and kept some of it herself. She doesn't like to call herself a villain or a hero. She's just another random no-body trying to get by.
Personality: Annalise's constant smile stays on thanks to years of practice. There's a constant feeling of dread over her, like she's waiting for something(or someone) to pull the rug from under her. At times Anna's smile is honest and she enjoys the company of others, but there are days when she cuts off all contact with the outside world. She can come across as pessimistic, both towards herself and others. However, she is an idealist at heart, even if she wishes others would do all the difficult work for her. To her, planning things out comes naturally. Actually putting the plan in motion is much more difficult.
Other: She doesn't have much of an alias. People throw ”Little Thief” and ”Hooded Bitch” around, but none of it really has stuck yet.
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: Annalise's on the shorter side, with a roll of fat covering her stomach and widening her hips. Most her clothes are ill-fitting things found from flea markets at the cheapest possible price.
Her face is round and freckled, which gives her a somewhat childish, innocent look to her. Her mouth - small compared to the size of her nose - is always twisted into a slight smile. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and surrounded by dark circles, making her appear tired even after a good nights sleep. Annalise grooms her brows to perfection, but her dark hair gets cut into a short bob every other month, and is often left uncared for.
Powers
Teleportation: Is able to teleport as far away as she wants so long she's has immediate visual contact with the area she's teleporting to. Sadly Annalise isn't able to teleport much more than herself like this. She's just glad she's able to use this power without losing her clothes in the process. Teleportation isn't a completely silent process, resulting in a faint snapping sound every time she appears in a new place.
Portal creation: Thankfully those she wishes to rescue and work with aren't left behind, either. As with teleportation, she needs visual contact to the places where she wants to open portals. She is limited to opening two portals at a time. Making portals much larger than herself requires concentration and time, and she has trouble keeping them stable while moving. The larger the portal is and the longer it is open, the more exhausted Annalise feels after the portal is closed.
Unlike teleportation, opening portals is completely silent.
Bio: Annalise's mother - Swedish in origin - moved to the US when Anna turned 5 years old, and married a wealthy business-partner the next summer. The girls grades were average and she wasn't the smartest person in the world, but she had plenty of friends and generally considered herself to be happy. Lucky, even.
Then something just... changed. At the age of 16 she started feeling tired all the time and she didn't know why. The exhaustion turned into depression as time went on, and Annalise found herself locked into her room with little to no contact outside of her family. After three years of panic attacks and social withdrawal, she was sent to a psychologist. She felt left behind by the world, but desperately tried to catch up. She didn't go back to school. Instead, she got herself a job at a coffee-shop. There were times when the work got aggravating, degrading even, but it was much better than doing nothing.
Then she discovered her powers, and everything fell apart again. Her parents, who had been so supporting before, turned on her. Threw her out without much of a notice, and then refused to answer her calls. Annalise found herself in New York, living in the tiniest, cheapest apartment she could find, barely scraping by. She heard of the people using their powers to steal money, and she'd been so incredibly tempted. How easy would it be to use her powers for that?
A few days later she had sat down at a small bar after a long day of work before someone pulled out a gun and demanded for money. The thug had found himself dropping through the ground and to the floor again. Annalise had snuck out before the panic had settled and the police found their way inside. She'd felt pretty good after that, despite the fatigue. In fact, Annalise had felt better than she had in years. She'd felt the adrenaline push through her veins when the thugs had hit the ground. She'd felt like she had helped.
The extra 50 dollars she'd grabbed on her way out didn't exactly weigh on her heart either.
If anyone asked, stealing was more of a hobby to Annalise. Annalise did her best to give a somewhat Robin Hood-esque image of herself to the public. She took from the thieves, gave to the poor and kept some of it herself. She doesn't like to call herself a villain or a hero. She's just another random no-body trying to get by.
Personality: Annalise's constant smile stays on thanks to years of practice. There's a constant feeling of dread over her, like she's waiting for something(or someone) to pull the rug from under her. At times Anna's smile is honest and she enjoys the company of others, but there are days when she cuts off all contact with the outside world. She can come across as pessimistic, both towards herself and others. However, she is an idealist at heart, even if she wishes others would do all the difficult work for her. To her, planning things out comes naturally. Actually putting the plan in motion is much more difficult.
Other: She doesn't have much of an alias. People throw ”Little Thief” and ”Hooded Bitch” around, but none of it really has stuck yet.
I'd love to do something with Dragon Age! I've got a small cliche seeker/apostate RP in mind, but we can try something else as well. I'd love to play a Dalish elf, though. I don't know why, I just feel like it.
Or something modern/supernatural, I'm pretty into both, atm. Don't have much of a plot for this, but I wouldn't mind it if we had some sort of social segregation angle?
We could consider making art trades that concentrate on our RP, as I'm pretty into drawing as well.
Or something modern/supernatural, I'm pretty into both, atm. Don't have much of a plot for this, but I wouldn't mind it if we had some sort of social segregation angle?
We could consider making art trades that concentrate on our RP, as I'm pretty into drawing as well.
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Don't mean to seem impatient, but when are we gonna see that smexy OOC?
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