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“Art majors huh? That’s cool I guess…” Karl shrugged. His worse fears confirmed. The next year would be difficult alright. Them artistic types. “What can you do with an art degree?”
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Karl looked into the open door next to him. Two freshmen sharing a room. It was odd that they would put a male and female to dorm together. Perhaps they were siblings? They didn’t appear related. He knocked on the door frame, and after waiting for a pause in their flirtatious conversation spoke, introducing himself. “I’m Karl. I’m your next door neighbor. All I ask is you keep it down during quiet hours as I like to study in my room if I can. If you are planning on drinking or partying, do it somewhere else. If you smoke, do it outside. If I smell anything funny, I’ll speak to the RA. I would prefer not to, however and I hope we can all get along.” He half smiled.
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Karl sighed staring at the stone bricks of the building. It was cold almost lonely, just as he was about to be as he watched the freshmen getting settled into their living areas, carrying large boxes with them. Karl had done the smart thing, moving in early despite the small fee.
It was worth it to avoid the bustle. He had on a walk, sketching some plants that he was unable to identify. While Karl had a camera phone, he prefered to sketch with colored pencils on paper to capture the essence of the nature around him. The time of year gave him quite a large number of things to draw, as the changing colors of the trees was quite alluring.
He tucked his sketchbook further under his arm, muttering about freshmen that made a mess of things and stepping into his hall, headed for his room. He didn’t expect to socialize much with the freshmen despite some of the tall ones being quite attractive. Freshmen are freshmeat, and they bring nothing but trouble and partying, two things Kyle preferred to avoid.
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Name: Karl Stone
Year: Sophomore
Major: Environmental Science
Appearance: 5′ 10″. Body toned with adequate body strength from an after school construction job in high school and a habitat restoration and surveying internship the year before. Closely cut hair light brown, almost blonde hair that is growing in, having shaved it after a lice infestation during the summer. He has green eyes that would remind one of dark green of young redwood shoots in the shade. Karl chooses to wear somewhat conforming jeans to reduce the chance of them getting caught on things and school tee-shirts he purchases at the campus store when they are on sale or other shirts with logos and slogans he likes that people were giving away. Despite his seemingly ragged outward appearance from his older shirts, Karl takes good care of his belongings and himself and practices good hygiene.
Personality: Hard working and will do anything to achieve his goals. Cold to people he does not know. It takes time to get to know him.
Bio: Came into the school for the learning. Resentful party animals and has learned how to avoid them in his past year. He is frustrated with his degree, seeing the creative types around him as achieving his BS requires a heavier load of classes compared to BAs like Art. Karl attempted to get housing off campus this semester however his plans fell through and getting a room in the freshman dorms was his only option.
Sexuality Etc. (Optional): Prefer not to respond.
Extra (Optional): Allergic to grass and stupidity. Enjoys hiking and cuddling with animals especially his three cats that had to stay at home with his parents. Dislikes most mainstream things but is fascinated by animals and nature that may involve itself in such things.
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Type of complaint: Htlm not really working
What is happening: Html is appearing as just code instead of…well how it should be!
Where you are finding this: Umm everywhere that can be posted or copied and pasted?
Example:
Edit:the image is appearing here but not in chat.
And another lovely example that happened to another member: Takra Uchiha replied 35 minutes ago
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Type of complaint (What’s going wrong): Issues with opening the chat box on Mozilla.
What’s happening: The chat opens to reveal your friends online but once you click on the friend the chat window remains minimized.
Where you are finding this (Is there a certain place?): Chat box.
Any other suggestions (How can we better serve you?~): Find some way of making sure chat works on Mozilla firefox please?~
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A body lies naked in the alley near the PD. It appears to be female but the body is so mutilated that it is impossible to tell. The facial skin has been peeled off revealing the muscles underneath. The intestines and organs are out in the open as the diaphragm is revealed. A gut-sickening smell comes from the carcass as intestines meet the fresh air. Only a couple of days old, but it wasn’t here last night. That’s for sure.
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John looked up from his peaceful bliss of cookies in surprise. “Ummm…” John was confused. “Is there something I can help you with Sir?”
Who is this guy? What does he mean? Caugh– Oh. John nearly choked on his cookie. “Uhh…yeah…sorry…”
He wasn’t really sure why the man followed him…but…
“Cookie?” John offered the man giving him his cutest smile. -
She sighed. “Alright Papa. I will try. In return just please be careful?” She stood up and hugged him.
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All of Lena Moraless’ games had become boring. She had beaten them all, at least twice. With a sigh, she dug through the boxes of games to see if there might be one that she would like. Nope, nope, nope. Old school games like Ms Pacman that once belonged to her parents (but were now under Lena’s ownership after rescuing them from the trash bins). Lena’s own first person shooter games had lost her interest. Even her older sister Lydia’s crappy/pukeinducing/romantic dating games were old to her (much to her disgust she now knew every ending, and how to get to each one, by heart).
Have I really fallen this low? Playing and replaying these same boring old games over and over again? she asked herself.
With a large sigh Lena retreated from her room where she had been hiding for the last several hours. She got up to go into the kitchen. Although it was nearly dusk and quite past suppertime Lena was not hungry in the slightest. Reaching into the freezer she mechanically got out a frozen macncheese TV dinner and stuck it into the microwave.
Waiting for her food to cook, her eyes wavered over to the countertop covered in Lydia’s mail, junk, and other papers. On the top there lay a note addressed to Lena from her sister. It read:5:30PM
Hey Ugly!
I’m heading out with the girls like tonight. They apparently like found a new bar that we are like going to check out. Get us like some hot guys for the night. Here’s a twenty for you to you know like get take out for like dinner, cause like sorry I won’t be like home for lik–Lena stopped reading. That was her sister alright. All /like/ blond, and /like/ loveable, and /like/ likey! Squeal. Puke. Lena didn’t bother reading the rest of the note. She knew all she needed to know. This was her chance to get out an get a new game! Finally something to do around here!
She checked the time: 8:40. GameStop would still be open! She could get a new game and spend the rest of the evening amused for once!
Leaving her dinner lying limply in the microwave, Lena grabbed her coat, wallet, the money from her sister for dinner, and her keys, and rushed out the door, locking it behind her. She ran as fast as she could down the block, the next, right turn here, then on straight!
Barely out of breath (Lena is very athletic and runs 10k) she reached the game store at…Lena checked her watch: 9:56. Four minutes until the shop closed! Hurray! She had just made it.
Opening the door a soft jangling noise of a bell above her head announced her presence.
“Hey there! Welcome to GameStop!” A friendly voice said from behind the counter. A extraordinarily good looking college boy wearing a shirt with the GameStop logo addressed her. “Sorry we are just about to close.” He smiled apologetically.
Lena was rather taken aback. “Uh sorry, would it be alright if I just looked around for a few minutes? I really need a new game…” She gave him her best beguiling smile.
The poor college kid blushed a bright crimson and stammered a few words before turning away and stumbling into a back room.Lena’s watch beeped nine as she was looking at the killing games. Assassin’s Creed, Assassin’s Creed II, Assassin’s Creed III, Assassin’s Creed IV. Already got all of those…I need something new, interesting, fun, perhaps something a little violent…?
“So did you find what you are looking for?” College Boy’s voice startled her. With a gasp she turned to find him standing directly behind her.
“Uh no, actually I was looking for something-”
He cut her off. “Something new, interesting, fun, perhaps something violent?” Gone was College Boy’s quiet blushing attitude, instead his voice came out as a rough tone almost as though he was taunting her. “We might have /something/ like that. But we only provide those games to certain customers.”
Lena’s eyes open wide in surprise. “How did yo-”
He cut her off again. “Well, lets see here.” He grabbed Lena’s chin and stared deeply into her eyes as though he was reading her. She was unable to move only look at him in response. His eyes flared with almost a black flame. “Oh!” He laughed. “One of those I see! Special stock! Just for you my dear. Alright! Right this way!” Releasing her, Lena could move on her own again. He led her over to the display next to the counter on which were black disk cases and white disk cases on display.
How odd. Those weren’t there before! Lena realized.
“These are the ones you want.” The not College Boy told her with confidence.
“How much?” Lena vaguely muttered.
He shrugged.”Twenty dollars!” The not College Boy responded cheerfully.
“Ok” Lena intoned dully.She handed the man her twenty dollars, grabbed one of the cases and rushed out of the store. She checked her watch. It read: 11:50PM
No! I couldn’t have that store that long! I only stopped in to get this game… She looked down to stare at her purchase. She had grabbed the black one without meaning to…
Lena shrugged. Oh well. There probably wasn’t a difference besides the case coloring.Back at home she only paused to take off her coat and throw it on the bed (she ignored the phone which had several messages from her parents on it, probably calling to remind Lydia to brush her teeth before bed and all that other overprotective parent stuff. They never cared about her that way). Pulling up a chair to her computer, Lena opened up the case and stuck the disk into her computer without bothering to read the enclosed pamphlet.
She stared blandly at the screen, until a female voice started to speak.
“Welcome Lena Moraless to Angels x Devils! We have you done as Devil, is this correct?”
“We-well uhh yes. I do suppose I grabbed the black one…” Lena stammered. “Wai-”
“Thank you.” The game’s voice exclaimed. “Please wait as identifier loads.”
“What’s th-”
This time it was Lena who cut herself off with a scream. For on the computer screen had emerged a arm. But it didn’t stop, it came off of the screen and came at Lena, grabbing her by the arm.
Again Lena shrieked, but this time not from fear but from pain as a heat washed over her as though she was being branded, right along the inside of her elbow.
She fell silent as the pain caused her to fall into a faint. -
“Papa…” She cut him off, looking up. “I am just concerned, for you, for both of us. We must be careful. We don’t know where she is…or if she hears us. So please be careful!” She grabbed her father’s hand and tried to keep the panic from her voice.
“Anyone, these human costumers especially, could be here for us. As in out to get us! She could have sent them! We can’t trust them! Any of them!” She rested her cheek against her father’s rough hand. “I don’t want to lose you…” Tears began to leak from her eyes. -
Name: Lena Moraless
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: Lena became accustomed to living in the shadow of her older sister. She is uncomfortable with making friendships an relationships with people. She tries to be sociable but is rather ill tempered when annoyed. A loose end her parents called her. A “jealous, bitch of a daughter”. She is insecure about herself and thus afraid to unlock her full potential.
Appearance: 5’7″. Willowy. Brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. Hazel eyes. Wears comfortable hugging tanktops and jeans (sheared off above the knee in warmer weather), light-weight pumps in which she is able to run in competently finish off the look.
Location of Mark: Inside of right elbow.
Game-player or crime fighter: Game-player.
2 abilities you will choose: Capable of creating a /lust/ in other’s minds upon touching a part of their body (wears off in a few hours after release). Increased speed.
Location: Lives in a dorm with her college aged sister. Lena has her own private room.
Angel or Devil: Devil
Weapons if any: several small knives which she keeps in her pockets.
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Cookies, cookies, cookies! John softly sang to himself as he skipped out of the alley way to merge with the pedestrians on the crowded streets. Beary in one hand and the wad of money in the other, he followed the crowds, moving with the flow. Hurrying along with the traffic he was able to increase the size of his money wad by picking the pockets of random strangers.
Finally reaching his location, the new sweet shop and Bakery, he paused for a moment to catch his breath and count how much money he now had on him.
One, two, seven, forty-nine, three, One hundred! Or at least he thought it was a hundred dollars…John wasn’t too bright with math.
With a shrug he pushed open the door which jangled and walked inside smelling the fresh scented air.“How many cookies can I get with this?” He asked the nice looking lady behind the counter.
She barely glanced up, before going back to filling her nails. “Cookies are two for a dollar,” she intoned dully.
“Ok! So how many can I get with this much money?” John asked her excitedly. He had never actually bought cookies before.
She looked up tiredly. “Put it in that machine over there. It counts it for you. Then if you bring me the receipt I can exchange it for cookies.”
“Umm, thanks?”John rushed over to the counting machine. It looked rather boring, much like the shopkeeper, but all dusty.
“Please insert the amount you wish to buy.” The machine said in a monotone voice.
John stuffed all the money he had “collected” into the mouth of the counting machine.
The machine accepted the money and then proceeded to make a whirring noise as it processed it. Spitting out a receipt with
500 COOKIES
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE
PLEASE COME AGAIN
printed on it.Taking the receipt to the bored counter lady, she looked up in surprise.
“Five hundred cookies?! I don’t think we have that many right now…”
John glares at her. “Now see here Missy! I paid for my cookies! And I want them now!”“Uhhh.” The now flustered shopkeeper hurried to collect as many as she could. “I am really sorry /Sir/ but we only have 300 in stock at he moment. Could you possibly come back at a later time to collect the other 200?”
John sighed. Of all the rotten luck. Well anymore that that probably wouldn’t fit in my pack anyway. Soooo I guess… “Alright. I’ll just take what you have now.”
The store owner quickly helped John to pack up his bag with the 300 cookies and gave him a certificate so John could clam the others at a later time.
Contentedly chewing on a fresh cookie John stepped out side and went to sit on a bench in front of the shop to eat his cookies with Beary.((Phew. Done! Sorry again Max that its so late ;P))
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How will our characters be introduced to the game itself?
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◟( ྃ༎͞ ྃ)◞ THE MOD SENT FROM ABOVE!!!! ALL HAIL THE GREAT AND WONDROUS RULES SET BY THE GLORIOUS MOD!!!
((Yay!!! A mod who gives a *BEEP* about the RP!! XD))((I agree btw…in case that wasn’t clear ;P Now then…TO MAKE A BIO!!!))