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Greetings from Puerto Libre!!

Seems fair. Looking over Jenny's sheet, think I'll keep it as is at this point, barring any mistakes you see.

Also, weekend was alright. My family picked out a Christmas tree. Yours?

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

Here's hoping it goes well, am I right

Transform! A unique super hero RP!

Appearance: About 5'8"

Name: Diarmi 'Dimi' Akiyama

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Personality: Diarmi tends to stick his nose into other people's problems, offering his help without hesitation or foresight. He gets a little disappointed when he's turned away. That said, he's very tight-lipped about his own problems and tends to refuse help. Even when he's getting overwhelmed, he tries to fix his problems on his own occasionally with disastrous results. He's generally distrustful of most adults, even those around his age. Despite his general cheer, he seems to dislike talking due to an inexplicable (and apparently Russian) accent. He's chosen to fashion himself into a real-life superhero to protect the city and, more importantly to him, his little sister.

Hero Appearance: Though with a blue weighted scarf around his neck.

Hero name: Flip

Powers: He has a small variety of psychic skills that is granted by his item - the production of a levitation bubble, psychic shield, extra field of vision, and pyrokinesis. The power of these abilities do rely on his state of mind - for example, increasing anger or happiness can give a major boost to his pyrokinesis, resulting in a larger, longer-burning fire. However, he mostly relies on sleight of hand - since he lacks the physical strength to outright face opponents, he tends to "cheat" a bit. Distract, blind with his scarf, keep them at a distance, pickpocket their weapons, that sort of thing, as using his powers can be draining. In addition, several years of gymnastic classes have given him a fair amount of agility and flexibility.

Transforming item: He does need to apply pressure to the eye on the back of his neck and be able to focus on transforming - loud noises, sudden flashes, and the like can prevent the process from occurring.

History: Dimi's family absolutely loves tourists. His father runs a souvenir and knickknack shop year-round. His mother may be an elementary school teacher for most of the year but over the summer and breaks, she takes her two sons to the streets and they put on shows. Dimi was always the one to collect the money at the end, and he quickly learned how to play up his youth/cuteness for more money. His older brother also taught him how to get even more money through 'other tricks'. Off-season, Dimi was enrolled in gymnastic classes to learn more tricks for his mom's show. He was generally very happy with his home life and, when his mother gave birth to her first daughter, Delfina, Dimi doted over her as well. Innocence doesn't last forever, though, and at 10, he was caught pickpocketing. As it was his first offense, he had to return the money and was left off with a stern warning. His mother expressed shock apologized to the cop and the man (and made Dimi do likewise). It wasn't until he got home that his mother revealed how disappointed in him she was - that he got caught. Apparently, his mother's family had been con men and scammers for generations. His father knew but hadn't cared since, hey, they were tourists, they'd likely never meet again and he loved his wife dearly. Dimi couldn't tell anyone since there was his little sister to consider and, well, he was a criminal too.

Dimi ended up dedicating most of his time to trying to protect Delfina from being caught. He unfortunately couldn't stop performing in his mother's shows (with his older brother away at university) and was joined by Delfina. It was during one of these performances over the spring break before school began that he lifted a man's wallet. Inside, of course, was money and cards but also a strange little black paper packet. He opened to find within an odd orange eye-shaped pendant. He decided to hold onto it, figuring maybe the person would stop by the next day, and he could slip it back in. His family probably couldn't get much for it anyways. That bit of guilt assuaged, he went to bed that night - and woke up before dawn with a stabbing pain in the back of his neck. Reaching for it, he found the eye, fused slightly beneath his skin. His reaction of freaking out was natural, though, for a few weeks, nothing more happened. It was just a strange new addition he tried to keep covered. The man never returned, and Dimi did consider the possibility it was a cursed item he'd taken despite having no other effect.

Then he accidentally triggered a transformation while trying to sleep one night. The second freak-out was notably subdued compared to the first one, though he didn't calm back down until he managed to deactivate it. The second transformation was intentional, and he began to try to figure out what it was he was wearing. It took a few hours before he discovered his new psychic powers. After that, he made a decision: since he can't stop his own family from committing crimes, the best he can do is vent his frustrations onto other criminals.

Other: He seems to have an undiagnosed bipolar disorder that he refuses to have examined or treated, lest the results interfere with his life, abilities, or powers.
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If anyone can also suggest a better armor suit, all ears. This one's a bit more armor-looking than I'd like.
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EDIT: ....I feel like I chose a bad time to post this.

Transform! A unique super hero RP!

Hmm, interesting. I can probably write up a sheet regardless, but mind if I do run an idea by you first in PMs?

Death Threats

Unfortunately, those stories are all too common in customer service. Instances of being acted upon are rare and, at worst, you're more likely to get a notice from corporate headquarters, based on how they perceive the situation. So if nothing else, as frightening as it was, you'll probably be alright even if she comes back. Though I hope she doesn't, that shit's scarring.

I can only remember one real genuinely angry death threat. Reacted about the same as you - teared up and freaked out - with a few differences aside.

Otherworld, High Casual Science Fiction Roleplay

The Soldier

Name: Diarmi Accursio

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Description: Standing at 5'8" with a fairly fragile-looking build, Diarmi at first glance seems harmless. His skin tone is on the darker side of the spectrum, and he has short dark-colored hair and hazel-green eyes. He has some scars, mostly on his torso and legs, apparently inflicted from weaponry than improvised tools. He's not in the habit of wearing his armor around the ship or even his uniform, opting instead for fairly casual attire and, oddly, a blue scarf. Despite his less-than-imposing stature and laid-back demeanor, he can demonstrate why physically he's quite capable of the job assigned to him.

Personality: Diarmi tends to stick his nose into other people's problems, offering his help without hesitation or foresight. He gets a little disappointed when he's turned away. That said, he's very tight-lipped about his own problems and tends to refuse help. Even when he's getting overwhelmed, he tries to fix his problems on his own occasionally with disastrous results. He seems to display traits of a bipolar disorder but refuses diagnosis or treatment on the grounds that it could interfere with his employment. Despite his general cheer, he seems to dislike talking due to an inexplicable (and apparently Russian) accent.

Crew Role: It's a known fact that being confined to close quarters with anyone, and with no real way to escape if relationships sour, and Diarmi's role is to act as a mediator, enforcer of compromises and solutions, and defender of any parties in conflict. The last part means if anyone tries starting a physical confrontation, he is obliged to step in and restrain them. He's not supposed to take side or offer solutions of his own in order to enforce the idea he's supposed to be a neutral entity on the ship. On the planet, and in the unlikely event of an extra being boarding the ship, his duty is to defend the rest of the crew from harm; in such a case, he has no obligation to take the role of diplomat unless explicitly ordered by a higher-up. In the event of no extraterrestrial life being discovered, his role on the planet is one of support, using the necessary materials (e.g. anaerobic explosives) in order to clear obstacles that the crew faces.

Biography: Diarmi was born on December 4, 2024 in Fort Lauderdale, FL, to a loving father and mother, as well as an older brother. When he was old enough, Diarmi joined his mother and brother's summer street shows for the tourists instead of working in his dad's knickknack shop. He was enrolled in gymnastic classes to learn the basic tricks for the shows. His brother taught him a few extra 'tricks' to get even more money from the tourists, which Diarmi happily added to his repertoire. It never even occurred to him that anything was wrong until he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and a police officer pulled him aside for pickpocketing at the age of 10. His youth, combined with his genuine fear, resulted in a warning and having to return the money with a tearful apology. His mother expressed shock apologized to the cop and the man. It wasn't until he got home that his mother revealed how disappointed in him she was - that he got caught. Apparently, his mother's family had been con men and scammers for generations. His father knew but hadn't cared since, hey, they were tourists, they'd likely never meet again and he loved his wife dearly. Diarmi would simply have to keep quiet since he'd be considered an accessory otherwise.

Diarmi complied, reluctantly continuing to participate in his mother's shows for the next few years while now trying to figure out how to get away. The idea came in a bolt of figurative lightning - in reality, it was a recruiter visiting his high school. He'd enter the ROTC program, receiving a full scholarship and room and board, preferably at an out-of-state university. So the whole thing was a bit of a scam on his end, perhaps, but the Army was getting what they wanted and Diarmi was getting what he wanted, so couldn't be that bad. He hoarded money from performances and, shortly after his graduation, signed up and left home. He'd chosen a university in California - Santa Clara - and in his freshmen year generally drifted between classes. He hadn't actually considered his degree, but in the end majored in Physics, which kick-started his more-than-passing interest in outer space. The degree offered multiple astronomy classes and, though the late nights were occasionally killer on his ROTC courses, he found space fascinating. It was a shame, of course, that space exploration had ceased on the whole.

After he graduated, he entered Active Duty for the military due to difficulty in obtaining a civilian job. He managed to avoid the worst of the bloodbaths, though it was not to say his job was peaceful. He fought more than a few battles. When news came out that Planet X was re-discovered, it was clear that Diarmi was quite enthused. When his commanding officer asked the unit for any volunteers for a deep-space trip, Diarmi was first in line to volunteer. As far as he was concerned, when he got picked, there wasn't a luckier person on Earth than him.

Other: The gun he carries has multiple settings and safeties to prevent him or someone else from blowing a hole through the ship's hull, and for good reason.

Otherworld, High Casual Science Fiction Roleplay

I suppose maybe a soldier? Assuming one person per role.

Greetings from Puerto Libre!!

Sunday, maybe - my cunning plan to finish my sheet this afternoon was thwarted by the fact that I'll be on a bit of a cleaning flurry after the haircutter appointment.
(Also no problem)

Greetings from Puerto Libre!!

I'll start working on a sheet - kinda late so will likely go up as a WIP:

Jennifer (WIP)

Name: Jennifer "Jenny" Sanders
Age: 17
Gender: Cis female

Appearance: For now using stock image, sorry

Personality: The first thing most people would use to describe Jenny is 'energetic' - she rarely seems to be tired, even minutes before falling asleep. No task that exceeds her physical capacities is impossible to her, and she does not seemed daunted by any amount of work before her. Unless, of course, the work is impossible to her in which case she won't even bother. In a sense, it can thus be argued she's rather cowardly in that she won't try things she believes she can't do, instead of seeing if it truly is impossible. It can also thus be argued she has common sense, as what good is it to waste energy on something that can't be done, just for the sake of trying it? Both views have been held by people she knows.
Beyond that, it's generally agreed upon that's she's talkative, usually one to approach than to be approached, and seems to enjoy physical activities over academic and artistic ones. She has a weakness for small animals, though large dogs visibly unnerve her. In classes, she tends to record lectures when possible and simply listen to them later while jogging. She doesn't typically plan out things and, in a tight situation, goes with her gut over any analysis.

Your History: Jenny grew up in Sparks, Nevada, as an only child surrounded by many older relatives in the area. She did fairly well in school and took gymnastic classes in her free time, as few things in general attracted her attention. She made friends easily, to be sure, though once they went their separate ways, she also had a hard time keeping in contact with them. So it goes. It was just a thing that slipped her mind. Her mother was concerned about the lack of interest and had her talk to a counselor a few times, though they reported no issues. Overall, her life was fairly quiet - some classmates needed to learn to keep their hands to themselves, some adults needed to keep their words to themselves, but Jenny never felt particularly threatened. The most exciting thing, as far as she was concerned, were the family reunions when her father's family flew in from the eastern coast and when she and her parents went to visit her mother's family in Tecate.
During her first month of high school, she noticed one of her classmates, Randolph, struggling excessively during classes - he seemed to never have an answer ready and was frequently kept after class by the teachers. The whole scenario just seemed so strange that she ended up talking to him during lunch to discover he had been homeschooled and, well, despite his looks, he hadn't finished the material needed to even be in high school. Jenny promised to help him, and the two ended up hitting it off pretty well. His name was Randolph, and the more she learned about him, the stranger he seemed. Regardless, the two were good friends for almost three years and she managed to even get him coasting by in school with low Cs. Then, he stopped attending. Jenny visited his house, only to find his mother packing for a move and refusing to talk about him. Life moved on for everyone else, and it seemed everyone forgot about the odd boy.
She ended up developing another interest, now in unexplained events, and it was through this contact in the first place that she learned of Catalina Academy and its exchange program.

Why are you here?: Jenny learned about the program via Randolph's mother, who had been contemplating sending him there. Once he was gone, his mother moved away, though Jenny became curious afterwards. What about the school had attracted the woman's attention in the first place? She had heard a few things, namely that it was a bit of a tourist trap so she sought to do her own research. In the end, she was left with more questions than answers, and it seemed the best way to resolve it would be to attend the school herself. This meant uprooting herself from her friends and family, so it was certainly no easy decision; it took almost a year to decide. In the end, she chose to go - the school itself had some very high markings, the stories told probably merited consideration if she had the time if only to see how the natives were doing these tricks, and wasn't it possible Randolph had been sent there after all?
When she discovered the application required that something else be enclosed, she decided to film one of her solo tumbling routines and send the tape in with her application. It must have been as good as she hoped, as she did get in.
Faith: Roman Catholic; religion aside, it can be supposed that the one thing she truly believes in is that things always change, be it for the better or for the worse. She'll pray for the better, of course. She also feels she can rely on her family, provided she remembers to actually talk to them.
Fear(s): Large dogs, sudden loud noises, and bodies of water where she cannot see the bottom. On a more existential level, she fears being forgotten and having left a mark on no one - no one lives forever, after all, and the closest one can achieve to such a fate on Earth is to do something amazing.

Astrological sign: Leo
MBTI: ESFP
Other: She speaks some Spanish - not enough for heavy discussions, though, as her mother seemed to discourage her learning it from her family. At this point, Jenny suspects that her mother's side might be involved in activities of questionable legality and her mother doesn't want her to know. Even if true, she still trusts them.

Prologue post: There was a knock on her door. "Come in." What did Jenny have to hide? As far as she was concerned, nothing. The door slowly swung open, and her mother walked in. There was nothing she could complain about, really - Jenny's room was basically as tidy as ever. Her shelf of audio books were maybe collecting a bit of dust, but she had important things to focus on. Research-y things. Her mother had always pushed her to pursue more interests, and she'd gotten her wish. That said, Jenny wasn't surprised to hear her mother sigh, and she tried to ignore it. Most of the topics she was checking now, sadly, were in text-based format, and it was read or suffer though a computer voice. Reading required a little more of her focus.

"Jennifer, why are you wasting your time on this, of all things?" Well, that was unnecessary. Jennifer closed her laptop, lest her mother see exactly what she was reading, and turned to see her mother looking at the newest addition to her room: a cork board, with printed articles and trimmed selections pinned to its surface. All, of course, about the island of Puerto Libre. "For a boy who moved? You could do better."

"It's not about Randolph, Mom." That didn't seem to lift her mother's mood any and, well, admittedly that wasn't entirely true. Yeah, other factors played into this, the reason she was using up a fair amount of ink and paper, but it couldn't be denied that she would have never bothered looking into it if he was still around. "Their school is internationally known for its excellence, and it's not like it'd be more expensive than anywhere else I'd look." Though if she let her mother read into the articles she was currently reading, those reports of excellence would likely be questioned. "Besides, I'm just looking into it. I never said I was going."

"Es un gran esfuerzo por sólo 'interés'." Jennifer was fairly certain her mother had said those words. She understood them. Instead of responding to them, though, she watched her mother take down the board and leave the room with it. If she was lucky, her mother was borrowing it to read the articles closely and perhaps understand that this wasn't one of her typical rash decisions. If not, well, Jenny had moved onto a new topic.

She opened her laptop back up and resumed her reading about the odd fog the western part of Puerto Libre seemed well known for.

(There also seems to be a tiny typo in the History of Puerto Libre - specifically, fourth bullet point under European contact)

Otherworld, High Casual Science Fiction Roleplay

Doubleposting - gotta hate it, eh?

Here now, sorry. I actually am rarely in the habit of poking around this forum, didn't know there was a separate check now. Not that I mind.