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Actually i am in. though, i might be a little more modern. and i don't know what the heck a "Bodacious Lingo" is
Name: Midnight
Gender: Female
Age: 11
Apperance: Midnight blue hair,black eyes,skinny, Pretty
Personality: Shy, quiet, often seen with fingertip glowing to cast spells
Backstory: She grew up on earth with special powers, she is a immortal witch that studied/exelled at dark magic and is pretty bored and has nothing to do.
Equiptment: Books,Wand (not needed often) explosive voodo teddybear, and spellbook
Favorite color: Midnight Blue
Othe/Abilities: Can Make stuff out of thin air,shadow travel,dissapear,turn into a nightingale teleport others to saftey
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Hey Midnight! I've noticed a few things 'bout your charrie that might not abide with the rules of the rp. Of course, I'm not GW, but I just want you to know. Toodles!
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Uhhh, yeah, what Rose Bud said. Except I am GW. Also, no I like speaking with my radical wordage, and it fits the theme of the story.
I think your character appears to be incredibly OP, with unrealistic powers that do not fit in my story. The characters in this story are adult humans. If you want to join, I recommend trying to make a character that at least follows realistic qualities. Your charrie's powers just don't make sense in the context of the story of this RP. If you want to make a separate thread for a universe where you can play your overpowering charrie, simply click the green box in the top-left corner that reads "click here to talk to aspiring authors and artists". Thank you, and I hope you understand.
Also, completely unrelated, but can you add to your charrie sheet "Reason for being selected on the journey:" that would just be helpful for me.
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It looks like we may need a boy charrie. Should I make another or a different character?
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Behold, people to Havok's Edge, my character!
Name: Gregory 'Mad Greg' Laurens
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Appearance: He is a shorter man with long light blue hair that falls over one eye in a very emo-band-esque haircut. He looks rather young with narrow dark red eyes that have a kind of witty glint to them. He will be wearing a red vest with an upturned collar over a dark blue long-sleeved button-up shirt. He will also have heavy pants for the cold Antarctic and dark purple boots with black lightning bolt markings on them.
Personality: Fun-loving, loves blasting monsters, maybe a little too much. The look on his face when he goes hunting suggests something of an addiction to the thrill of combat, giving him the nickname ‘Mad Greg’. Despite his many quirks, he seems to be excellent at taking charge of things. However, he’s not great on an intimate level, especially with social communication. One of Greg’s favorite thing is showing off. He is under the impression that the best way to get people to follow you is to do the coolest stuff possible. So far, it seems to work, at least a little bit.
Backstory: He was a prepper- Someone who suspected the impending apocalypse, and prepared for it. This involved building a bunker, and buying massive amounts of beef jerky. Eventually, it paid off, and he was quick to join the Laser Dragon faction when it sprung up, him being one of its original members. He found his calling as one of the Huntrz, a group within the Laser Dragon faction who tracked and slayed monsters to supply meat, neon, and supplies for the various scientists in the faction. This is where he’s been since, hunting and tracking the various creatures that roam the Earth, and doing it rather well.
Equipment: A battery-powered electric sword that needs to be charged periodically called Tempest, binoculars, loads of beef jerky, and a bright red rifle that fires static-charged rounds known as Hurricane.
Reason for Being Selected on the Journey: Laser Dragon took note of his combat skills and leadership knack and decided to send him.
Favorite Word of Bodacious Lingo: Radical!
Favorite Color: Blue
Other: Is open to shipping a girl charrie if you can figure out how to get them to talk to him.
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@GW:
Wellll, I would like for Rook to be shipped, but she wouldn't voluntarily talk to someone unless she's extremely mad at them, and… well… she's 18 and Greg is 31. If they were less than 10 years apart in age, it could work. We could do a little age tweaking, if you're willing. Or not. Whatever you wanna do. It does sound like some of Greg's quirks would really tick Rook off, which could be quite funny. Almost like Han and Leia except not… 😉
Anyway, here's Rook's backstory and the extra thingy you wanted.
Backstory: To be brief, Rook's parents died in an explosion when she was about 6. Her dad was one of the lead scientists in the Chroma faction and her mother was one of the Huntrz for the Laser Dragon faction. A couple people in Chroma were willing to take care of her, but she didn't cope well with the people who had been her parents' friends because they reminded her of the day they died all the time, so basically she ran away and was fending for herself until she got pulled in to a small group of interlopers who very creatively called themselves "The Interlopers". The stuff they did was a bit shady at times, and when Rook was starting to feel threatened by a couple members of the group, she left and did various things as almost a mercenary of sorts. A few agents in Chroma found out about her and her fighting skills and whatever, and started trying to recruit her. Eventually, she gave in and agreed to be part of Havok's Edge.
Reason for Being Selected on the Journey: She is adept at fighting and stealth, a sharpshooter, very smart, and a brilliant hacker.
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Yeah, I can make Greg 21 instead of 31 and not have anything change about him. I think it'll be pretty fun to try to ship them.
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Name: Chaotica Jones
Gender: Female
Age: 37
Appearence: Her hair is an electric pink fab perm that floats etherally over her shoulders. She wears bright colored suits in various shades with shoulders pads bigger than the former Soviet Union. She has a large nose, small inset green eyes, and full lips usually painted bright purple. She's very tall, and full bodied, and is starting to wrinkle, just a little, around the eyes. She wears far too much eyeshadow in strangely bright colors, and her go to shoe choice is a pair of lilac pumps.
Personality: Confidence is her defining character trait. She believes herself able to take anything the world throws at her, and thinks she is talented enough to do anything she wants to. She's very intuitive, and good at reading people, but isn't particularly good at anything else. She makes her living convincing other people she's the right person for the job, whatever that might be. She can scheme her way into anything from a high level goverment position to an exclusive party with nothing but her wits, several layers of makeup, and her practical purple pumps. She doesn't make real connections with people easily, and has few close friends, but many acquaintances. She's bad at realizing when to quit which has lead to quite a few sticky situations. She's almost a pathological liar. It comes as easy to her as breathing, and sometimes she forgets where the truth really lies. She may not be a hero in the proper sense of the word, but she hates the idea of anyone getting hurt, and is always up for a little fame and glory. She loves the life she lives, but there's a part of her that wonders if she starting to get to old for it. She likes to help those much younger than herself get ahead, as she sees a bit of herself in them. She insists that she is out for herself and no one else, no matter what her actions might say.
Backstory: She grew up in a nice normal family, which she absolutely hated. Her real name was Susan Smith. She ran away from home when she was 17, changed her name, and got a job working at a waitress to the rich and famous. Chaotica started making connections, and kept her ear to the ground. She eventually had to quit her job after she started scamming customer into buying her extra strength hair spray, which was really just an aerosal can full of air. Chaotica skipped town, and made her way to one of the larger cities, where she lived, moving from job to job and scam to scam. She had a bit of an idea the apocalypse was coming, and tried to convince a few of her "friends" to take her with them on their Rad ships. It seems she had outstayed her welcome, and they all refused. Instead of preparing herself, when the apocalypse hit she convinced a few low level Lasor Dragon members to help her after telling them her tale of woe, sorrow, and betrayal. (She actually did feel betrayed after her partner in crime of the last three years left earth and neglected to take her with him.)
Equipment: She actually had been trying to develop her own hair spray, but gave up after every formula she tried was extremely acidic. She carries two cans of the spray which gives anyone who comes in contact with it third degree burns. She also carries a swiss army knife, her purple lipstick, a small supply of protein bars, and her top secret notebook.
Favorite Word of Bodacious Lingo: Tubular
Favorite Color: Any shade of purple
Other: Open to shipping with guys. Let me know if I need to change anything.
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Oh, by the way, we will start on Friday.
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Alrighty, sweet. (Side note: HI MIRAX! Haven't seen you since we met on your popping-back-in thread a while ago! Glad you're here!)
Azkiel says cprc. Uuuummmm last I checked you don't know what it even is, Azki…
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Hey Aspen! Long time no see! Glad to be here!
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I'll join. How do you start a thread??
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Did you read the paragraph I wrote to you? I detailed how to start a thread there.
What do you mean by "more modern"? As long as you create a new charrie that fits the theme of the thread (so no magic powers), it should be fine, but I'm curious as to what that means.
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I might be a little more modern though.
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Okay, I mentioned before that I might make a guy charrie either to replace or supplement Elli because poor Greg is hopelessly outnumbered. BTW, "a person" actually wasn't me. I don't mind that you thought it was (they stated your case very politely), but just to let you know.
So, just let me know if you would rather me use both charries or one or the other.
Name: Zaal Chavchavadze
Gender: male
Age: 22
Appearance: Zaal is relatively tall. He has thick, dark brown hair that grows very fast, so he's always in need of a haircut. But then again, it's the 80s (ish), so who cares. He has deep brown eyes and a sharp chin. He wears a dark grey letterman's jacket (from when school was still a thing) with blue stripes on the sleeves just about everywhere, as well as black fingerless gloves which were dipped in silvery-blue dye at the tips.
Personality: He's the type of person that when he's at a party or gathering, no one will think he's listening to the conversation and forget about him until he adds something hilarious or clever that sends his whole group laughing. Zaal is sort of half-in, half-out of the party culture. He enjoys a good time with friends, adventure and disco (because why not), but he's a little more reserved (or at least, you'd think that until you met him). He has a strong sense of loyalty to his close friends and would take a betrayal of any sort very seriously. He is generally good-natured, although most people take his natural expression to be either solemn or concerned. He also has the sort of expressionless humor that makes you wonder if he's really joking or not. Even if you overlook Zaal in a crowd, he's a good friend and the first to help you up if you trip or (in a very Rose bud-esque fashion) fall down the stairs. Also, if you come to his house at any hour or for any reason, he will probably open the door and fix you whatever's in the fridge.
Backstory: Zaal lived with his family until recently. His parents do not approve of how the world is fallen, but they old-fashionedly and stubbornly refuse to leave it for space exploration. Zaal wasn't really concerned about the monsters until he was approached with the mission. And then the slightly adventurous side of him flared up.
Equipment: A tiny, very thin blade that can be popped out of his gloves from between his thumb and pointer finger if he works his thumb in a certain pattern. It can't really be used for slicing and dicing, but can easily slide between a lock and doorway, and other purposes besides. A little silver container of glow-in the dark putty that is stronger than superglue and can stick to anything. Lastly, buried in his garage somewhere is an old, partially-working sort of hoverboard that Zaal and his buddies made in highschool out of a broken electric guitar, parts from a Rad-ship dump, and other junk. It is radically dubbed "The Flying Guitar."
Favorite Word of Bodacious Lingo: …I'll get back to you on that one.
Favorite Color: Grey. And also very calm blue.
Other: Zaal's family is Georgian. He's also open to shipping? I guess?
Reasons for being selected: Ummm… *quickly brainstorms a ridiculous way to justify useless character* He can imitate a variety of bird calls, is stealthy (ish) and also has a little experience with those in charge of the mission. Is that enough?
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I didn’t actually think you were. I just made a dumb mistake when I was typing.
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Would you like to ship Greg and Chaotica? I think they could have an interesting dynamic.
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Sorry, wrong name, I meant Zaal. I was in hurry this morning and realized my mistake right as I hit submit.
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That sounds good. We'll see how the story goes, but sure!
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Or maybe, since there's a big age difference, they can have sort of a funny friendship?
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Sure, that actually might work better.
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He's already shipped with Rook, but I can kinda see where you're coming from.
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WELL WELL WELL, LOOK WHO'S LATE! IT'S ME! No surprises there.
Mad Greg~
I pop my knuckles and down a can of Coke as the chopper lowers itself to the floor of the Dead Zone. "None of our rides can work out in that dustbed," yelled the pilot over the sound of the settling vehicle, "Otherwise this most epic journey would be very pointless." He says this like it's my first time being dropped into the dead zone. The luminous foliage gives a groovy kind of light, lighting up the barren floor like a disco. The chopper settles, and I exit. I clear back a bit and give a peace sign. The copter flies off. The other members of my squad should arrive soon. I fiddle with the trigger of the Hurricane, itching to give it a shot. I've never been one for restraint, so I fire a couple shots at the plants. They explode into little glowing chunks with an extremely satisfying "ZAP!". As I continue my target practice, the most noxious sound of helicopter blades comes closer. Must be one of my squadmates. I need to give an air of authority, so I holster Hurricane and stand at a sort of loose attention. THe second copter lands and out climbs several people, one of whom I recognise as Roadrunner, famous leader of the Lazer Dragon faction. Her white and gold hair pops out in several directions, and her narrow eyes and angular face provide excellent reason for her nickname.
"Mad Greg Laurens. I trust you are prepared for this mission?" I can't help but grin at the thought of the epic journey ahead.
"Well, I probably wouldn't be here if I wasn't, y'know? I am most prepared for this adventure."
"Are you ready to meet your new partners in saving the world?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
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Elli~
The helicopter sways jerkily towards the ground. I stare out the oval-shaped window, where all that's visible is the orangish, ethereal glow where the sky and blurry horizon fuse together.
"Wow, pretty gloomy out there, huh?" I comment, trying to let what I hope is a serious, battle-ready expression twist into my usual coquettish smile.
None of my team mates answer.
Fishing two fingers into my purple feather and sequin-adorned purse, I yank out a Starburst candy and pop it into my mouth. As the helicopter settles, I press a Bit O' Honey into the palm of my hand too. I'm sure going to need it for this outrageous escapade.
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This is short, and not my best work, but hey, at least it's something.
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I pop my lips together a few times, making sure my lipstick doesn’t smear. I look boss. First impressions color every interaction you have with a person. If I want to get anywhere in this group, I have to put my best foot forward. That means looking totally rad, no matter how long you’ve been on a helicopter. We’re nearing the drop zone, where I’m going to meet the leader of this little shindig. He sounds like a bodacious sort of dude. Very qualified. As if that matters. Several of my other teammates on on the helicopter with me. I didn’t engage very much. You can’t be too approachable at first. We land rather quickly and exit the craft. Roadrunner is out first. I can tell, despite her supposed confidence, she doesn’t being out in the open like this. She walks up to guy we’re meeting and exchanges a few words before gesturing us to move forward. I see my chance, and stride confidently towards him.
“This is Chaotica Jones. She’s tells me she’s the best in the business. Chaotica, meet Mad Greg” Roadrunner introduces me, and I shake his hand. He smiles a little, with a sort glint in his eye. He’s got a firm grip, and seems like the real deal.
“Like she said, I’m Chaotica. I’m here to help.” I grin back at him, then walk off to stand next to the rest of my teammates before he can say a word. And that, ladies and gents, is how you introduce yourself.
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