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 Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 7:54 pm
 Here are where the profiles for our ROLEPLAY will be posted.
Your Character: The Bolts and Cogs
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 8:00 pm
 xxxxx❧Gerard Bertrand Anderson “By the end, everybody had a label - pig, liberal, radical, revolutionary... If you had everything but a gun, you were a radical but not a revolutionary.” The Known xxxxx❧ Twenty-three❧ Male❧ GunsmithThe Taught xxxxx❧ Firearms / Hand-to-hand combat (if needed)❧ Volcanic Repeater and SaberThe Secret xxxxx❧ “My mother died shortly after I was born, so I never knew her. I don't honestly even know what she looked like. I just know that her name was Dianna. My father remarried when I was three, to a very nice lady. Well, she was nice to him, but not really to me. Her daughter (my sister), yes, but not to me. My father ignored it, pretending he was on the phone or busy with work. He would drink. A lot. I stay away from the stuff, but he was viciously cruel when he was on the drink. Started beating his wife. I didn't mind, I thought it was Karma kicking her in the a**, almost literally. Then he hit my sister. I wouldn't have any of that. I fought him, again and again, but there was no relenting. So, we left.
My little sister, Phoebe, was a very smart young girl. We did well on our own together. I immediately found work in a workshop that manufactured firearms. She found work singing in a local bar, making tips and her hourly wage. It was actually rather nice. I met a young lady. So did she. That one was a shocker! I have nothing against her at all. I love her very much. Then things started to get sick. Her girlfriend started coming on to me, pressing herself against me, saying she'd run away with me. I couldn't have that, knowing that my sister was madly in love with her. Things got a little out of hand and she reached for my revolver laying on the table, threatened to kill me, to kill herself, to kill Phoebe if I didn't sleep with her. I reached for the gun, and the trigger went off. She was on the floor. I don't know if my sister ever found out, because, I ran. Took all the money I'd saved up, left a bit for my sister, and just took off. I haven't talked to her in six months.
Some say I'm a coward for not confronting my sister, or not a man for sleeping with the lady. I already had a lady. A beautiful one, and I left her behind, too. She would have said I was chivalrous for keeping my integrity and my fidelity. I don't know what she'd say about me now. My father used to tell me I was a natural born leader. My boss at the workshop used to tell me that I was an excellent craftsman, and a marksman when it came to testing the weapons. I would describe myself as a low life, a nobody that can't do anything without a gun.” Phoebe Elsanna Majere ღ
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 8:01 pm
 xxxxx❧ Charity Marie Swallow “I am willing to fight for peace. Nothing will end war unless the people themselves refuse to go to war.” The Known xxxxx ❧ Eighteen ❧ Female ❧ Mechanic The Taught xxxxx ❧ Prefers to remain a pacifist, but will resort to close combat if necessary ❧ None The Secret xxxxx ❧ “I was the only girl of six children. My mother was thrilled and wanted to see me do whatever I wanted. Dad, on the other hand, had higher hopes for me. I would dress up in skirts, and would flirt with boys, but not in the normal way. I preferred to be doing it while I was tinkering in the workshop or a garage. To me, there was nothing better than the smell of gasoline or grease under the nails.
You see, that's what got me into trouble. Dad was always yelling, 'Be a lady!' and I was. I would date this cute guy or that one, but the guy was never up to par. So in the end, I just gave up on the dating "scene" and avoided the girls my dad would try to get me to hang out with and go to the mall. What dad didn't know, you see, was that I was head over heels for my best friend. Not just a quirky puppy-dog kind of love. I mean, a full on heart break every time I saw him. We had always talked about making a flying ship and escaping this town. Then, senior year, we did it. He talked to our garage teacher into letting us use his corn field a few miles away. You see, he had this wild hair, that we would escape with our friends and go off and be away from the judgement.
That's where the story ends. You see, on my birthday on his way home from getting the ship finished in the corn field a few miles from school his car crashed. He had just given me this outfit. His mother made is specially for me. But the chaos that ensued after the accident was a nightmare. His mom blamed me for giving him this crazy pipe dream. Dad was disappointed in me, asked why I couldn't be a normal girl. Even mom seemed to blame me for his death, like it was my fault he was on me to buckle up and forgot to buckle himself up. Like it was my fault that I didn't harass him back. But you see, it was my fault. So when the cast came off and the stitches dissolved and dad would finally let me go somewhere on my own without a posse of random girls he thought would be a good influence on me, I pack up a bag.
He's probably figured it out by now. That I didn't go to Sarah's to spend the night. I went to the ship, meeting nine other people that wanted to get away.
Mom always said I was a rebel. That I was a free thinker, I don't know what that means. But she said it was a compliment. That I was an adventurous spirit, even if I like old-fashioned fun. She used to say I was her sweet girl with an appetite for trouble, guess she was right. I thank her for teaching me patience and love and letting me be whoever me was.” IvoryEpiphany heart
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 8:03 pm
 xxxxx❧Elaine Rosa Lyth “Personally, I am ruled by my natural curiousity.
” The Known xxxxx ❧ Nineteen ❧ Female ❧ Thief/Conwoman The Taught xxxxx ❧ Stealth ❧ Street Fighting ❧ pistol, pocketknife, and matches The Secret xxxxx ❧ “You want to know about me? Very well. I had the misfortune to be born the b*****d child of a man prominent man in the community. He paid my mother to disappear until the baby was born. However, after I was born she could not bear to part with me and so she choice to continue living in squalor. Unfortunately, her delicate body never adapted to such unclean surroundings. When I was six years old, my mother became but a memory. I stayed in the apartment they shared a while, finishing off what food they had. But once rent was due, I knew I had to leave. I joined other urchins of the streets, and it was from them she learned to survive on her own. I became an excellent pickpocket, too good, as I started to attract the attention of higher thieves. One day, when I'd been too careless and incited chase by the police, I crawled into the window of a dingy apartment.
"To my horror, the apartment was occupied. On a dirty couch, there was a woman, sitting on a couch. The woman slowly turned to look at me. Her face was carefully made up despite her state of poverty. I've stumbled into the home of a prostitute, I thought. The woman spoke slowly and deliberately, "You're running from the law." I opened my mouth to deny it, only to be cut off by the woman. "No point in denying it, I can see it in your eyes. At any rate, you're free to stay as long as you can carry your weight." I sighed, "I only know how to pick pockets, I don't make enough to do so." The woman smiled, "Then I'll teach you my trade, the two of us together would only make the jobs easier. The name is Beatrice,
"I was surprised to learn that Beatrice was not a prostitute, but a conwoman. She had learned from her mother, how to garner sympathy to receive goods, and once she was older how seduce men into giving her what she wanted. She taught me what she had learned from her mother and with the two of us together, we were able to use more complicated schemes. As had happened with pick pocketing, the two of us became too good. We had actually accumulated a small fortune and had started to attract the interest of the law. One day, when I was out late on a job, I came home to find the police rushing out of their apartment. I quickly hid in the bushes until they left, then slowly made my way into the apartment.
"The scene in that apartment is one I still see when my eyes are shut. Beatrice lay dead on the floor, bullet holes all over her torso. All drawers were open, belongings all over the floor but the police had not been able to find the money. Immediately I began to pack my bag, taking some of the money with me. One day, when I was trading my cash for things I needed to get away from this place I heard a man speaking of a ship that was going far away from this place. I followed the man and asked him about it but he refused to tell. Desperate, I held my knife to his throat until he gave me the information I needed.
"I don't trust others easily. I loves to flirt with boys, whether I am conning or not, it has become one of my favorite pastimes. I am a bit paranoid, always waiting to be double crossed, to be taken advantage of, and to be cheated. Because of this, I makes a point of appearing tough and confronting those that irk me. I do not talk about my feelings or her past and become quite angry if you ask me about it. I've always had an interest learning and a natural curiosity about my surroundings but I have not had the means to learn. Despite all of this, I believe I still have the ability to be a compassionate person if I lived a life that allowed for me to be."
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 8:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 8:05 pm
 xxxxx❧Fréona Nessa Auder “I’ve got a song in my heart and it gives me wings. You can’t pull me down.” The Known xxxxx ❧ Eighteen ❧ Female (Looks androgynous) ❧ Thief/Actress The Taught xxxxx ❧ Style: Quick movements, dodgy, analytical ❧ Weapons: Dual Daggers, hidden butterfly knives (3 in total)The Secret xxxxx ❧ “I was raised in a small, ratty part of town by my mother. We’ve never had much money, but we’ve always been able to survive. My mom worked as an actress for a small theater troupe and had me joined from a young age. I tended to play the parts of young boys, even when I grew older. I wasn’t much good at school, so when I turned thirteen, I dropped out and picked up a new, more profitable and exciting occupation. One of the senior members in the troupe, an older guy named Zitan, taught me the arts of thieving and escape, especially while in a simple identity-hiding costume. He said I had an advantage, seeing as I just had to put on some guy clothes and smear some dirt on my face to look like a guy. As long as I stayed “as pretty as I normally was” during the day, I wouldn’t get caught since the authorities would be searching for a guy, and as I kept my butterfly tattoo concealed when I was “working”.
“Zitan also shared with me the most wonderful experience I’ve known in this oppressive word – he showed me music. After one of our rehearsals, he brought me down to the basement, which was completely padded from wall to wall and contained something called a guitar. He played it for me, showing me a beautiful sound that has stayed with me since. For the past year, we snuck down to the basement after rehearsal where he would teach me to play the guitar and how to sing better.
“Last week when we met, he told me he was going away somewhere, and that he couldn’t take anyone with him. I was upset, as he was like a brother to me, but he left me with an odd device that held many songs and a pair of headphones to listen. He told me that I should leave, too, to chase a life and get out of the city with no songs. I took his advice and started making plans of my own. While talking to a friend still in school, she mentioned that she knew of a person with a ship who planned on an escape. I don’t know if this person is accepting passengers, but I have to try, to get out of this cage, spread my wings, and sing.
“I enjoy people, but I’m quite capable of surviving on my own and taking care of my needs. I don’t need anyone’s approval to be happy with myself. I’m adventurous and a bit flighty, though it’s difficult to be too capricious when you can’t leave a place. As an actress, I’m very expressive with my emotions and many people tell me that I’m easy to read. I don’t mind, as they don’t know how good my pokerface is. The only reason I come off as so open is because I want to be. I like being myself and not putting on a show once I’m off the stage. I worry a bit from time to time, and even get pretty melancholic, but that’s fine with me. In its own way, melancholy and all other emotions are nice to feel every now and then.” Hikari Bunni Tenshi ๑
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 8:05 pm
 xxxxx❧Aleks Nicholas Zarubin “When you have no future to search for, is it so wrong to fight for the past?” The Known xxxxx ❧ Seventeen ❧ Male ❧ Student, intern at martial arts studio The Taught xxxxx ❧ Fighting Style: Calm and collected, mixed martial arts ❧ Weapon: KaliThe Secret xxxxx ❧ “I don’t remember much from when I was younger. I know I had a loving family with wonderful parents who gave their all in raising my little sister and me. Though, whenever I try to think back to them, all I can remember is the fire. Ten years ago, in the middle of the night, our brick house somehow caught fire and burned down. I managed to my sister and myself out with the fire ladder, but my parents weren’t so lucky. We were going to be sent into foster care, but my uncle managed to remind whatever idiots running the system that we still had plenty of living relatives willing to care for us. We were sent hours away to live with him and put into a new school.
“We did fine for a while, making new friends and coming to term with our parents’ death through the support of our aunt and uncle. I thought that we had a chance at a happy life, I really did. However, last year, my aunt was killed and my sister kidnapped, supposedly by a deranged serial killer according to the news. I don’t think I believe that, though. I don’t believe my parents’ death was an accident either, and not just because of the hushed conversations overheard from my uncle’s kitchen late at night. I never told anyone, but I tried to wake my parents up the night of the accident. When I entered their room, all I saw was blood. I ran then, helping my sister out of the house, but I won’t ever forget that terrible image.
“My aunt’s death, I think was the fault of the same person who stole our parents from us. I don’t know if my sister is still alive, but I know she’s gone because she saw what happened. I was scared that they were after me or my uncle as well. When I heard about the ship and the escape, I knew that I had to go, too. Even when I told him, my uncle agreed, telling me that he had planned on leaving as well. I don’t know exactly who plunged my heart into hell, but I know I’m not about to go to any higher powers about it. They aren’t to be trusted, that’s for sure, not when they’ve caused so much trouble, or at least as common word will tell you.
“Most people complain about my silence. I do talk, however, and I enjoy it; it’s just that it’s hard to talk when you feel like someone is watching you as a predator does its prey. Maybe that’s why I’m called serious so much. I’m definitely a deep thinker and keep to myself, but I’m not anti-social. Other than the mild-paranoia, I’m just, well, uh, kind of shy. Wait, no, I mean to say that I don’t know how to express myself very well, maybe just a bit shy, too. It’s not as if it’s a major problem or anything; I have friends that I hang out with often. Just don’t expect me to be energetic, loud, or whatever else guys my age tend to be. Alright?” Hikari Bunni Tenshi ๑
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 8:06 pm
 xxxxx❧Sam Marie Toru “Life is full of color, texture, imagination. I'm just one of those people who bother to open their eyes and look.” The Known xxxxx ❧ Twenty-One ❧ Female ❧ Street Artist The Taught xxxxx ❧ Fist Fighting ❧ Paint brush(opens up into a switchblade) and Brass Knuckles The Secret xxxxx ❧ If you asked me what I was, I would tell you that I was a visionary, an artist, someone who saw what others didn't. Someone who saw beauty, and imagination in everything I did. Wanting to Share it with the world, creating works of art for people to enjoy. However, if you asked the police, or anyone else. I was a trouble maker, Rif-Raf, street punk, who trashed the city. You see, I took the world, and I made it beautiful, I painted amazing scenery, and artworks all along this boring town. All I wanted was to give it life, meaning, something to be amazed at.
But no, I was taking in numerous times for ruining a brown rusted wall. Who wants to look at that? I brought life and color, emotions and imagination. All they wanted was to destroy it, and lock it away. Sure there were a few like me, who saw something that others didn't, who wanted a change, to be who they were, to not settle for boring. We got tired of it, so tired of the every day life. Being shunned by people we thought loved us, or were our friends. My so called family turning on me, telling me I had psychotic issues, that i was mental. Just because of some of the things I drew, and said I saw. I didn't want to be called that anymore, I wanted to be able to express myself, to live life the way I saw fit. That's why I left, I didn't want to be locked up, and called crazy. I wanted to express myself, and for people to few my artwork as beautiful and inspiring. I couldn't take the darkness anymore, I had to run, hitch a ride as fast as I could and never look back.
Others called me crazy, psycho, insane, stupid, trouble. They had it all wrong, I'm kind, caring, honest. Wanting to bring light in a dark world. Beauty in things others see as ugly. I wanted to open the eyes of the world around me, and show them life can be worth living, if you just see the beauty that surrounds you. I would never tell a secret, or turn on a friend. Never judge someone for being who they are. I don't see myself as crazy, or trouble. I see myself as a friend, and someone who will be there no matter what. That's who I am.. Goddess Aidos☪
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 8:07 pm
 xxxxx❧Devin Kyle Jameson “If time and spare are curved, where did all the straight people come from?” The Known xxxxx ❧ Nineteen ❧ Male ❧ Baking Student The Taught xxxxx ❧ Swordplay ❧ Never carries, but will reach for any sharp blade-like thing within reach. The Secret xxxxx ❧ “I grew up as the ******** up in a perfect family. My mother was a strong, god-fearing woman who took pride in her sons, Aaronon and James. Yeah, I know I'm not either of those people. My step-father was a broker in some firm while mom was the stay-at-home, soccer, erm, football mom to two star athletes on their own varsity football teams. Neither of my parents got me, I just didn't fit in. It's not that I don't attract a girl (like Aaronon tries to say,) I actually attract quite a few. It's just that I don't like them, well actually it's not just them. I don't like girls.
Mom and Steve are always trying to tell me that I need to find a nice girl and "woo" her while I attend Georgetown and then settle down with her and have a beautiful family. Mom is always trying to drag me to church, acting as though a couple hours of hearing how homosexuals are destroying the world is going to change me into some woman loving human being. I guess that's what I am running away from. Not just the judgement, but growing up and being "normal." I am running away from the people telling me that who I am isn't going to be good enough for this society.
You know, they try and say because I refuse to look at the bad in the world and let it make me some pessimistic a** that I need to grow up. Just because I like to smile and look at the wonders around us and can be easily impressed and inspired that i am some freak! But I can't help but ask, who said that the world has to be exactly like them?” IvoryEpiphany heart
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 8:08 pm
 xxxxx❧Isabelle Mari Carlson
“Quote.”
The Known xxxxx
❧ Twenty-one
❧ Female
❧ Soldier
The Taught xxxxx
❧ Firearms - hand -to - hand, Dueling
❧ Handgun on the waist while a blade rest on the side of her thigh
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❧ I grew up in a family were it was all men before I was born. Every man was a soldier to the royal family so I had to work on becoming a solider as well. When I was a child I took fencing classes and studied hand-to-hand. By the time I start high school I was in military school and was learning firearms. Graduating top of my class it didn't help with my father since I was still the opposite gender of what he wanted. Still working on getting approval I had to try and get what ever my father wanted.
After working for the royal family it began to fall aroud me. My approved fiance was on the general's side and left me with a broken heart. Soon after my family home was raided by my Ex-fiances troops. Trying to protect mymother and father almost and almost winning till I was face to face with my Ex. Losing horrible to him since I couldn't harm him. My mother was killed before my eyes while my father fought the son he always wanted. When not hearing anything I went to find my father to see he was close to dying as well. Finally hearing what I always wanted his approval and acceptance. My drive for vengeance soon kicked into gear. I wanted to see my Ex suffer and bring down the general.
I'm loyal to those around me and will do anything to protect them. My squad would tell me that I was one crazy b***h. I would go through and task save any man left behind in practice and in battle. When out of my home and no one to watch my every move I would practice my violin. Others thought that it was a silly task since it was such an old thing to learn but her stubbornness got in the way of her quitting.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 8:09 pm
 xxxxx❧ Aaronon Alexander Ash “A real man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason I want women, as they are the most dangerous playthings.” The Known xxxxx
❧ Twenty-One
❧ Male
❧ College Quarterback/Partier
The Taught xxxxx
❧ With a woman that I am interested in: mind games
With someone who's pissed me off: Hand to Hand combat/ Guerrilla Tactics
❧ When you have this body, you don't need weapons wink
The Secret xxxxx
❧ “Before my mother died and my father remarried to the Jameson family, things were good. I was the older of us two boys and I guess you can say that my luck with not only the ladies but in school. By the time my father did remarry and make our world this picture perfect award winning family, pardon me while I vomit, I had a full ride scholarship to any college of my choice. You see I was never into that sort of scene though, but i definitely did not turn down the game and the reputation to get any girl I wanted.
However, as the year wore on, my girls were beginning to damage my grades. When you're as popular and sexy as I am, that sort of thing became a problem. Dad and "mom" began fighting over me and dad told me I needed to shape up or he wasn't going to leave a penny to my a**. You see, that's when I snapped and slugged a wall and broke my hand and missed not only my exams (big deal, I know) and the college equivalent to the Super Bowl. Apparently, dad wasn't kidding. The next term, tuition came, but the check from dad didn't. A week later I was out of my place, no where to go, and only a rumor of this ship to get me the hell out of here.
I'm not normally one to run. Life is my game and I will be the first one to say I enjoy playing the field. I love the control and the respect when I dominate in everything. I love to act like life is a game and most of the time I am joking with what I say, just I bet you either won't think so or won't like what I have to say. If I offend you, honestly, I'm not sorry.” Govner1100 €
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