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Name: Marvin Rolts
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Nationality: English
Moderator ID No.: 103
Moderator colour code: Yellow
Initialiser: I’ll send you a link to your Initialiser image after you’ve finished the profile.
Modifier Chosen (lvl 1): Hookshot
Moderator Weapon and Description: Large two-handed battle-axe. It is uniquely built to have one side as a serrated blade, and the other blunt and flat like a hammer.
Moderator’s Appearance: People's first impression of Marvin can only be described in one word: Big. But Marvin isn't big. No...Big would be too much of an understatement. Being 6'4 and having a more than muscular build, he is the definition of a living, breathing tank.
His curly hair is chestnut brown, and his eyes are a dull green. His style of clothing is basically any shirt and pants he deems clean.
soderator’s Bio: No one expected Marv to become a Moderator. Not even Marv himself expected to be one! It was only after an incident in school did he pursue becoming one.

It was around lunchtime. Marvin, who was seventeen then, was outside with some buddies. At first, things were peaceful. Joking, laughing, and just plain messing around. But that's when the Fire Nat-- I mean, viruses attacked. It was a small group if them, coming out from seemingly no where. The students were fiercely attacked, and the teachers were either trying to contact Moderators or helping students evacuate the area. Marvin took it upon himself to protect his friends. He madly charged and attacked any viruses in sight. Of course, seeing as he was heavily out numbered and lacked any weapon of defence, it went as well as you'd expect.

Moderators soon arrived, quickly clearing out any viruses. There were many dead and many heavily injured, including Marv. He was sent to the hospital, unconscious and on the brink of death. Luckily, he was healed and pulled away from death. Something his friends themselves cannot unfortunately say. When Marv heard word of his friends' deaths, he was absolutely mortified. Looking to seek vengeance, he took it upon himself to become a Moderator.

He travelled to go to Moderator Academy and enrolled there. His physical performance was outstanding. His academic one? Wel...considering that Marv is as intelligent as a bag of bricks and as gullible as a five-year-old, he utterly failed those. It was thanks to his sheer muscles and help from some classmates that he managed to scrape by and get into the B-Team.
Ah, thank you! :D
The CS should be up in 30 minutes or so. If not, I'm either dead, kidnapped by racoon-bears, or asleep.
NEVER AHAHAHAHA
Hey-o, there! I'm RC. And you designed those?! :O You have instantly gained 1500 Awesome Points.
HELLO PERSON I'VE NEVER MET! Then again you're all persons I've never met...WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!

Anyhoo, time to stay up all night typing the CS while simultaneously procrastinating on writing my novel. Fun.
Awesome! Skimming through the RP, my only question is where do I begin? I'm a it overwhelmed yet very excited.
Other than that, I'll try to get a CS in soon. :D
Captain Jenno said
It'll be up soon! Sorry!


YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN It's alright. I've been planning my character all afternoon, and I am pumped!
I love the idea of this RP! Absolutely interested in this.
I now want Dibs. *checks fridge* *sees none* Damn.
Home of Essa Ronnel
June 25
8am


Essa Ronnel sat at her desk, clutching the small note in her shaking hands. Her nervous eyes scanned it's contents for the hundredth time that day. The piece of paper contained a small amount of writing and, to any passerby, appeared insignificant. But it wasn't insignificant. It was way past beyond that. But why give it to her? And why kill himself shortly after? And how the hell did he know? Yes, she had talked with Adrian a few times before, but those conversations were usually brief and rare. Shaking her head, Essa stuffed the note in her jean pocket and buried her face in her hands. There were just too many questions and too little answers.

She reached for nearby bottle of pills and popped in a few of the azure capsules, crunching them down as if they were Tic Tacs. It was a bad habit she had formed when she received headaches, to crunch down a bit more than her usual daily dosage. Luckily, it wasn't enough to kill her. That would take the whole entire bottle to do that.

Essa's head lifted slightly when she heard a knock at the front door. A visitor? Who would want to come visit them at this hour? She rose up and shuffled out of her room, peeking at the entryway curiously. Her mother was already door, a slightly concerned look on his face. "Of course, Officer. Please, step inside," her mother welcomed as she stepped aside. Essa tensed, quickly drawing away. A police officer...no doubt that he was here for Adrian's death. She lightly tapped her pocket to assure herself that the note was there. Adrian had trusted her to keep silent about this and like hell was she going to tell anyone else about the note.
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