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 Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 7:42 pm
Here is the more in depth list of Aekeans. It's what many of us believe is the heart of the project. It's not just the buildings, the shops...it's the people and how they make Aekea what it is.
In this thread, I will be the only one posting profiles for the residents. Each profile is slightly different. Most of them are incomplete of images and stories, but hopefully everyone will have an image, their own description, and a story written by one of the writers, or themselves.
If you make a profile, please PM it to me! ^_^
[b]Name[/b]:
[b]Username[/b]:
[b]Race[/b]:
[b]Occupation[/b]:
[b]Where I live[/b]: (You either live in Gear Gardens A or B, Fourth Wall Apartment Complex, or in/above your shop if you have one)
[b]Pet/s[/b]:
[b]Age[/b]:
[b]Height[/b]:
[b]About Me/History[/b]:
[b]Likes[/b]:
[b]Dislikes[/b]:
Not sure how to make your profile? Check out the old thread to get a good look. If you make a specific profile, PM it to me.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 8:43 pm
B-12694 Jock Strap's Super Mobile Maid Casual 1; Work; Summer; Casual 2; Winter; LolitaBrandy Jean
Username: Brandy Jean
Program Identity: B-12694
Nickname:B
Height:5'5
Out of boredom and too lazy to run errands himself, Liam decided to build a robot companion to do small chores for him. He ran out of basic parts, so he scrapped up random but fitting items that could replace what he needed (some being an old television for a head, and rollerblade wheels at the bottom of each foot). With a grass skirt he found in his closet and a white shirt his past girlfriend left at his house, he gave it to the robot to wear. With pride, he named her B-12694, the number being how much gold it cost to put her together, but she's usually called B to avoid confusion.
During the day, B performs chores such as cleaning the shop, organizing the shop inventory, and buying groceries. She will ocassionally stop by Sam's Body and Parts to help repair cars and build cars for the new Gaians.
She has various functions, such as gliding on wheels rather than taking steps, compact wings, and a television that has plenty of channels. It's a rarity for her to allow humans to change the channels, usually the shows that are on are ones that B prefers to watch. The static screen is a way of showing that she is on and functioning.
Because she can't talk, B gives off a stoic vibe, making some people afraid to communicate with her. She doesn't contact with customers often, but the Aekean shop owners such as Liam, Sam, and Edy, usually talk to her. She communicates by body language, scenes from television shows, or music from the music channels. Appearing silent; stoic, and omniscient, B is really innocent, helpful, curious and a bit shy. The reason why she can't really talk back may be the reason why some people talk to her about their problems.
Because of this, B is able to prove that she can be around for more than doing chores for her lazy friend.Story by Puke Queen Yet hold me against the light, do you see any bullets inside?
"Yo, B!" Lifting her head from organizing the new shipment of sportswear, the robot switched her attention to percentage of polyester and cotton to her fan-mobbed boss, Liam. The man looked frustrated despite the amount of girls nearly drooling over the front counter. B-12694 felt bad for Liam once and awhile. After he almost lost the shop and spent so much time into revamping the entire place, things still were going wrong.
An example being that she knew she finished the new stock information and put it on the desk during Liam's break so he could put it in the filing cabinet. And he was about to grab it, but in that moment a young Bartonian distracted him with a shriek that almost shattered B's face. And in that same moment, someone snatched up the entire report and ran out of the shop. She had temporarily taken head of the shop to let Liam go and beat up a few punching bags at The Faktori.
Liam waved B over and, with great ease, skated over to him with her very convenient roller blade add-on. When she arrived, he smiled and showed her a...very familiar report! Her screen flashing brightly in excitement, she held the stock report (although dirty and bent up) against her chest. Tilting her head in question, she waited for an explanation.
Putting his hands behind his head and leaning back, Liam's smile was boasting. "Tracked the girl down, all the way to Isle de Gambino. She was trying to use it to an advantage in the Marketplace. Her trial in Durem next week will surely put that crazy woman to justice." Nodding, B skated over to the filing cabinet to put the report in herself. Knowing Liam cared about how much work he put her through was enough to almost actually enjoy doing inventory!
Almost.
You wouldn't find one if you magnified, because you got the wrong girl.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 8:47 pm
Smashing Summer Squash
Owner of Human Den Comics Smashing Summer Squash Username-Smashing Summer Squash
Age-Unknown
Occupation-Comic Store owner and feared art critic
Anlgic Squash is one of Aekea's oldest habitants, considering she is a merger of a dead founder and a cybernetic brain. She wasn't active all through Aekea's history though, she wasn't given her cybernetic brain until 200 years after she died and is the only Gaians that has this destinctive trait. Embarrassment over her lack of lips and eyes forced her into taking on objects to hide them, though most think that her oversized superstar glasses, and trade-mark duck bill only farther her odd appearance, while others think that it is these objects that make or break her. As Aekea’s self proclaimed poet lariat, music critic, and all around artistic snob, she is a feared and respected figure! When not yelling at young poets for being a waste of her time, she is at her comic shop The Human’s Den, it is well known for it’s wide array of rare and valuable comics.
It is quite often that you will here her ending conversations with short alliterated stanzas, or curse words, depending on her mood. She is very defensive and protective of friends; and is just starting out on Aekea’s social scene, so it is not yet revealed how she reacts to people on a causal basis.
Anlgic was unable to compete in the RO, due to a complication over her lack of skin, her inability to sun burn was seen as a direct attack on the Vampires (she doesn’t see how the robots got to compete.) So her useless great-great-great-great-niece Mary Squash competed in her place. Mary is a rare sight, the most likely wont be seen until the next big Gaia event. Mary is known for her slightly dumb persona and having a quick smile and joke for all! Story by Puke Queen Nothing entertained Ms. Squash more than to put down other people's poetry. She herself made it an art form, and most Aekean poets knew of it. It was an honor to be critiqued by her, and a rare phenomenon to be approved by the uppercrust poet. But her true passion was neither writing poetry nor tearing it to proverbial shreads. Ms. Squash dabbled in the world of graphic novels and comic books. Ok, more than just dabbled, to be frank. The duck billed woman owned almost every comic ever to made in Gaia, majority of them first editions. And she had her own comic book store, titled The Human's Den. And it was at that very moment that Ms. Squash was multi-tasking her hobbies. Perched on the check out counter of her store, legs crossed gracefully, she read an anxious writer's poem to herself.
It was a few minutes of silence before she looked up from the paper, her eyes shaded by the dark tinted glasses. "It's too wordy," she told the poet, tapping the paper against her leg. "Poetry is supposed to be short and sweet. Every word is supposed to mean something." Dropping the paper onto the floor, she stifled a bored yawn. "Stop TELLING me what you want to say. SHOW me for Lanzer's sake." Smoothing out her shirt she barely acknowledged the teary eyed poet as she picked up a comic and flipped through it absently. "If you want to vomit out a bunch of words that mean nothing, go protest with the vegetarians. We don't need you slaughtering in stanzas."
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 2:33 pm
MacThe Human Calculator    Everyday;Black and White;Work;Formal Kenzie493 Username: Kenzie493
Race: human
Mac was born and raised in Aekea. She grew up around robotics and quickly developed an understanding of mechanics. She furthered this interest into the math field, and upon studying statistics, fell in love with it. She now works as Aekea's resident statistician, doing jobs from helping with insurance to checking that the machines are working to their tip-top shape (with MATH!)
Mac spends her time, when not working, taking long walks around the crane and sometimes just AROUND~ She loves to read and frequents the library. She also has some interest in art but she hasn't found an outlet for it yet. She writes in her spare time, and enjoys things like singing and dancing when she's alone.
Mac is fairly bold with her affections at times. If she likes you, she gets to a point where she can be terribly annoying in how she tries to hug and love on you. But her intentions are good, and once in a while she finds someone who can understand this smothering personality of hers. However, if you are at odds with her emotional state, she can be pretty rude and jerkish. She has little qualms being mean to those who are mean to her.
Mac likes most people though! So she tries to make friends with everyone.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 2:35 pm
Ashlee FaustLocal Weretiger Cyborg   
Casual;Formal;Summer;Performance Ash Badguy Faust Username: Ash Badguy Faust
age: 20
occupation: private detective, bounty hunter, anti bot registration activist, mechanical enthusiast
height: 5'9''
weight: 270 lb.
Ashlee, better known as Ash, and in the past as Siegfried, originally born in Durem moved to Aekea after the death of his parents in the grunny incident. His father was an accomplished scientist, and a champion boxer. Most of the time you'll see Ash working a case, tracking down missing persons, repossessing stolen property, or tinkering in his shop. He has an avid passion for music, mostly in various genres in rock and roll, classical works written by Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, as well as exotic percussion.
Ash is a proud weretiger, passed down to him from his father, who used himself as a test subject in an experiment to artificially create lycanthropy. His prosthetics are advanced enough to even accommodate his changing body by increasing in mass and density when he transforms. Unlike werewolves, weretigers have tolerance to things like fire and silver, and instead weak to gold, and Lightning. After years of brutal fights and attacks, Ash's body has been moddified by advanced prosthetics, such as his left arm, with a built in generator in his shoulder, stabilizers in his upper arm to better master areal combat. His left forearm is shot off like a missile, a signature move of his called 'panzer Faust', or tank fist. Pyrokenisis is also an ability he has, after a short circuit in his cyber brain drastically altered his mind, increasing his IQ as well. He also has limited telekenisis which lets him use his chain of command in unique ways, such as a pole arm for a hammer or even a spear. His body is very lean and well built, especially his upper body and upper arms. Story by Puke Queen Yet hold me against the light, do you see any bullets inside?
Looking at the file of his next target, Ash couldn't help but raise an eyebrow with curiosity. He could tell the age of the file by the yellow tinges of the corners, the musk of a humid basement drifting off the pages, faded text, and the general bends and folds of the file folder itself. Leaning back, he felt his ears twitch at the slight creaking his chair made. The type of paper used in modern day was cheaper than what he had in his hands. Running his fingers over it, he noted that it was not printed, but typed. Not only that, but he saw imprints on the corners only known to exist on the insides of an old robot typists fingers. Those were used over sixty years ago, and were decommissioned exactly sixty three years ago....and three months...which only confirmed it in his mind that people were getting desperate.
"Looking for this vampire for sixty three years and 3 months?" He finally spoke, looking up at the Duremite officer without the smug grin he knew he deserved. The cop looked more than surprised, and pleased. It was no doubt a stab in Durem's pride to have to come to Aekea to grab one of their own, but no doubt they had run out of options.
"That's why we knew to come to you Faust," the man said with a wide smile, body relaxing slightly. He knew the case would come to an end shortly. Sure, they'd pay a pretty penny for it, but sometimes justice was expensive. And it had a helluva lot of interest.
You wouldn't find one if you magnified, because you got the wrong girl.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 7:16 pm
GerakabattaCommuting Nurse and Peace Maker     
Normal/work;Pajamas;Lingerie (two versions); Swimsuit;Past Gera Gerakabatta
Name: Gerakabatta. Gera or Geraka, for short.
Occupation: Nurse (part-time), peacemaker (full-time)
Bio:
Maternal, timid, space-case, optimist, emotional. These are words commonly associated with Gera's personality. However, when something or somebody she loves is threatened, you'll get to see the more aggressive side of her.
Her best friends are PQ (whom she likes to call "Pukie-chan") and the Faktori bots. She also has long-distance friends, such as Cardbot from Gold Mountain. She's still on good terms with her ex-boyfriend, ProsecutionBot 508Z. She used to have a thing for two of the Faktori bot brothers, Bildeau and Ribateau, and Jack, the King of Halloween. She used to have a crush on LokiLB, as well.
Gera now lives with her boyfriend and true love, a spider-like extraterrestrial named Zestrel, in his lab. This lab is located between South Barton and Aekea and West. Their love is honest and mutual, as well as strong and true....
She has an adopted daughter named Hakobe that loves to hang around her oji-sans (uncles) at the Faktori. Her favorite uncle happens to be her "Ribateau-oji-san".
Gera is friends with a Nartian named Kink and also has a "son" of sorts named Geratenchi, who is an android in the likeness of an Angel Imp.
In her spare time, Geraka plays the piano. She knows how to play various Z-Pop (Zenese Pop) songs on it. She believes that she has a decent singing voice, even if others (namely, her friends) say it's better than decent.
When it comes to her past, Gera usually keeps her lips sealed. Why she doesn't talk about it is a mystery to many. There are only a few who know that secret....Some of the most knowledgable of it are here in Aekea. Though, there are others outside of Aekea that also know of it.... Story by Puke Queen Yet hold me against the light, do you see any bullets inside?
Going shopping with Geraka, to say the absolute least....is an adventure. Her boyfriend Zestrel, while he had already known (thanks to previous experience and his girlfriend's own warnings before they left for Barton), was more than ready to take on the challenge. How and why she shopped made him love her all the more. It was a very rare occasion that Geraka would ever buy something for herself.
Case in point, the current situation. Parking next to the arena, Zestrel pulled out their shopping list. "Alright honey, we need to get thr-"
"Oh Zestrel-kun, look at that!" The nurse-bot pointed excitedly towards Barton Boutique, where Ian could be seen putting up a 'sale' sign. No doubt he was getting a new shipment of items and needed to get a few off the shelves before they arrived. "I saw a pair of gloves that I know you would really like! Let's go get them for you." Smiling patiently, he let his hand be grabbed, slipping his fingers between hers with a little squeeze. This is what love is all about.
You wouldn't find one if you magnified, because you got the wrong girl.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 4:47 pm
#47Fortune Teller     Casual; Casual; Casual; Sexy Mode; Formal 40seven Username;; 40seven
Once upon a time there was a rather crazy man who made robots of all kinds. One day he decided to try something new. He stole a body from a morgue and went into the forest and caught himself a pixie. He merged the human body and the pixie together and replaced body parts with robotic parts. However he failed, there was something he had forgotten. He tried and failed many times. He made 50 experiments before he died. He just didn't now that after he had thrown away experiment #47 that experiment woke up.
Rather confused she managed to get herself to Aekea where she decided to settle down. She have no memories of the life her body had before, and she isn't even that sure where she comes from. She only know that she should call herself #47. In Aekea she was offered by many people to cover up the parts of her where you could see her robotic insides. She refused. She wouldn't want anyone from the body's earlier life to recognize her immediately. How would she explain herself then?
In Aekea #47 opened her own shop "Futuristic Future & Jewelry" where she reads peoples future and sells some hand made jewelry. However it seems like most of the readings she gives is about a bad future.
#47 spends most of the time in her small shop where she also lives in a room in the back. When she have no customers she make all the jewelry and charms that she sell. Everyday she takes at least one walk around town. She pick up all kind of metal scraps from the ground and she collect small things that most people would call junk. With the things she happily collected she returns home and put it all on her floor that's already filled with things she have brought home earlier.
One thing about being a fortune teller is that you always have to be vague about what you say so that your customers can pretend that you said something nice. #47 doesn't do that though. She's brutally honest about her readings and doesn't seem to care at all when someone is hurt. She lack certain social skills. Other than that she can be rather normal. She's very curious and eager to learn new things. She's also a very typical case of someone who speaks and acts before she thinks. She is also very stubborn and doesn't admit a defeat.
Story by Puke Queen "Skin cancer," she told the Islander without a hint of sympathy in her robotic voice. #47 didn't flinch or make any expression at all as the deeply tanned woman started to sob into her hands. Plasma ears twitched with slight annoyance at the grating sound, but otherwise there seemed no acknowledgement of the tragic news. #47 squinted down at the screws and bolts splayed across the reading table and clicked her tongue. "It's not looking good toots," she added even before the girl could get a good grip on the previous news. "Don't cross any streets without looking...three times." #47 picked up a bolt and tossed it back into the black velvet bag. "Avoid the casino, and the Gambino mansion. No matter how nice the next party is going to be." The girl, still in tears, threw down a handfull of gold at the table and stumbled out of the building, already on her iPhone, no doubt telling her friends the horrible reading she had just recieved. "Don't ask for the truth if you can't handle it sweetheart," #47 said as she picked up the gold and slid it into her pocket.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 4:48 pm
KingwerewolfOwner of Moonlit Reading, member of M.A.G.I.C.    Casual; Summer; Formal; Mission Mode kingwerewolf Nom: Kingwerewolf Code name: Agent Wolf Species: Either human or elf. No one's sure, and he keeps changing his answer. Approximate Age: 22 Occupation: Book Merchant/ MAGIC agent Crush: Sam Irk: Liam King is the least technical man in Aekea. Not that he doesn't know his way around machines, he just prefers books. He also loathes heat. So one would wonder why King took up resident in a hot machine focused town. As he was once quoted, "Well, the snow is more beautiful here than anywhere else, it has beautiful blue haired women, and Barton wouldn't have me." He belongs to the Sam Fan Club. Also, King is an agent of MAGIC, sort of the MIB of myths, although no one can figure out why they bother, as they're all basically out and about. The dog's name is Erik. Story by Puke Queen Summer was never a good time for Kingwerewolf, for multiple reasons. Firstly, he despised the heat. There was nothing more revolting to him than feeling heat course over the body, or the sensation of hot hair sticking to the back of the neck. The man shuddered just thinking about it as he paused putting books away. Secondly, his business didn't do so well in the hot days. Aekeans were a hard working group of people; rain, sun, heat, cold, it didn't matter. Nothing stopped an Aekean from doing what they wanted, and most of the time an Aekean wanted to be working. Keeping their hands busy, mind stimulated, and just enjoying life. Unless you were reading an interactive book, literature didn't have that sort of ability. And so the store sat mostly empty of customers, unless it was an amateur robot builder coming in for a book or two. His mochi barked excitedly, jolting the shop keeper out of his bitter thoughts. A young man had strolled in, bright eyed and bushy tailed, literally. His puffy brown tail wagged absently as he looked around. "What you looking for?" Kingwerewolf asked as he took a step down the ladder. The tailed fellow smiled innocently and adjusted the goggles perched on the top of his head.
"Oh! I'm looking for a robo-"
"GET OUT OF MY SHOP!" The older man cut the boy off, grabbing a book on supposed Zen Garden culture and tossing it at the customer in a fit of bitter rage. "OUT!" Story by iSummon King scowled softly at the 'Automotive's Monthly' magazine on his counter as he rang it up for the teen infront of him. This was a bookstore for heavens sake, and the fact that he had to sink so low as to sell magazines just to keep the store going, was another stab in the gut. What happened to people like him who wanted to dwell in the history books of Aekea or worship the founder of Aekea himself/herself?! After gently jamming the offending magazine into a bag that read 'Moonlit Reading', he tossed it at the startled Aekean before storming to his back room. Its not like he'd be getting any more customers today. It was back to mentally washing Sam for poor Mr. Wolf... Story by Ancient-Artist King unlocked the door to his book store "Moonlit Reading" As usual it was about 50 degrees inside. He walked in and turned the "Closed" sign over to the "Open." side. After a few hours only about 3 people had come and gone. Two of them had bought "Robotics for n00bs", along with a few other robotics books. Just before he decided to close shop early Sam walked in looking for a book. His face lit up. He quickly walked over to her side and helped her find whatever she was looking for. He even gave her a few books for free. He watched her walk away from his store with a large smile on his face. Story by kingwerewolf Kingwerewolf woke up at exactly 8:49, and he looked out of the window. It was a nice warm day. King quickly swore it off and shut the shutters, then he moved to his "Book-a-day" calendar, and peeled off the top page, finding himself greeted with the recommendation of "Robotics for n00bs". Figures. After microwaving a mug of hot chocolate, King went down the stairs, went to the front door, and flipped the sign so the ash covered faces of Aekea can come in and find help on fixing there robots. Finally, he picked up his current read, a novel by famed fantasy writer Jackie Adams, and sat behind his desk. Two hours later, a man entered, "Um... do you have "Robotics for"..." King plopped a copy onto his desk, "1200 gold." "Um, isn't that a bit..." "Your the first customer in a week, and I need to eat." The man considered, this and reluctantly paid and left. The phone rang, "Moonlit Reading, yes, wre have 'Robotics for n00bs' in stock" "Wolf, how could just let those orcs be..." King hung up and kept reading, when the door burst open, "HELP! My MechaMaids gone rampant!" "Why you screaming at me about it?" "You run a book shop! aren't you suppose to be smart and stuff?" King gave the freaking out man a bored stare then responded, "Do you have a magnet?" "Yes, Why?" "stick it on your bot's central control unit, then take it in for repairs." King wasn't bother for the rest of the day. He went to bed at exactly at 11:42. It was a good day. Story by 54topdawg54 Bookstores and libraries were made to be quiet. But not this quiet. No one had stopped in Kingwerewolf's shop for quite some time. It was summer, and the sun was blaring in the windows, heating up the bookstore. He hadn't ever been able to pay for an AC in the building, due to the lack of customers, so he has a small fan blowing, doing pretty much nothing to the temperature. He had been studying a robotic repair book, for over 4 hours, when he heard the bell on the door ring. He dropped the book, with a loud thunk, and ran to the possible customer. "Quite hot out today, isn't it?" He said, trying to make conversation. "Where might you keep the Robotics for n00bs books?" They said, rather hastily. Kingwerewolf sighed, this was the only thing people looked for lately."On second thought, that book you were reading, would you be selling it?" They asked, turning toward the book keeper. "Oh yes! I would be" He said, knowing that this book was for building robots, not fixing them. He rushed over to his desk, grabbing the book, and bringing it back to the customer. "Just what i was looking for!" They said, large grin on their face. "I'll be back around this joint. you've got everything i could ever want or need." They added. Story by Puke Queen Yet hold me against the light, do you see any bullets inside?
"So king, you wanna go to the cabaret together sometime?" It took the merchant a second or two to process the words despite his normally very acute and quick witted thinking. Blinking twice, he forced himself to bring Sam into focus. There she was, hip leaned up against a beat up car, overall strap off the shoulder, and the tiniest smear of grease on her delicate cheek. There was a hint of a smile on her face as she waited for a response.
"Yes," he answered dreamily. Realizing how he sounded, he swiftly cleared his throat. "Yes, I would like that very much. I've never been to the Cabaret before, so it should be a really interesting experience. Sam switched her wrench to her other hand as she straightened.
"Great! I love going. They say there's a ghost in there that haunts the back rooms. If you give the owners a few extra gold they let you use the Ouiji boa-....King, are you ok?" Pale as a sheet, the man slowly nodded before glancing down at Erik, his ever faithful dog. All the canine did was fold his ears back and lower his head closer to the ground. King wasn't the only one who wished to have no business with those who have yet to make it to the afterlife.
"I....I might have to reschedule that," King said between his teeth with a now flushed face. Why did he have to choose between the woman of his dreams, and not wetting his pants in fear?
You wouldn't find one if you magnified, because you got the wrong girl.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 4:52 pm
Raelinn MonkAekean Librarian, Duremite dancer       Aekean pride;Work(Library);Work(Dancing -pixie-);a**-kicking gear;Beach; Casual; Formal Monk65
Username: Monk65
Nicknames: Monk, Rae, Deh Lady Monk.
Species: Refuses to disclose this information.
Occupation: Librarian and non-exotic Dancer.
Height: 5'7"
Raelinn fell in love with Aekea as soon as she saw it. Although it wasn't the first place she'd ever lived.
The first decade of Raelinn's life consisted of a world outside of Gaia. But when her mother got a job as an attourney for some man named "Gambino" they moved and she never looked back.
Life in Gambino was hard for Raelinn. She was paler than most kids her age and she didn't particularly care for wearing swimsuits, tank tops, and shorts all year long.
So when her mother got fired two years later for absolutely no reason she wasn't upset.
From Gabino they went to Barton. Now, Barton was pleasant and Raelinn fit in much better then she did in Gambino, but she never really connected to it.
So, when Raelinn turned fifteen she said "Good-bye" to her parents and went to explore the rest of Gaia.
First, she went west to Durem. Now Raelinn loved Durem. She could dye her hair every other day, get a new tattoo whenever she wanted, and got to work as a dancer for a local theatre group.
But she never connected there completely. She was content for awhile, but something inside urged her to check out Aekea.
She'd never been there, but she'd heard a lot of things about it. Well... most of what she heard was about some man-whore named, Liam. But nonetheless she went.
As soon as Raelinn got there she knew.
'This is the place I'm going to live until I die...'
That was a year and half ago. Nowadays Raelinn has a comforable position at the local library, is still a member of her Duremite theatre group, got her first apartment, and has just finished the last robot repair course she needed to get her degree.
Story by Puke Queen Yet hold me against the light, do you see any bullets inside?
"I don't care how dramatic the book is, it does not belong in this section!" Raelinn's voice echoed in the library, scaring the pants (not literally) off of several browsers. To those close by, they would see a young woman dressed up as a fairy, waving a book frantically above her head as if she was about to wail down on the nearly cowering librarian. "The DRKNRGY Decimal System CLEARLY states that if the book is written about the author, by the author, no matter HOW dramatic the book may appear, it belongs in the autobiography section! Autobiographies go in the autobiography section! I don't give a Fleep's a** if the book is about a vampire love octagon, put it where it belongs!"
Raising the book to throw it, the infuriated fairy caught herself and instead of tossing it, held it out to the nearly sobbing librarian with a roll of her eyes and a heavy sigh. "Just take it. I'm already late to the theatre performance, what is another five seconds going to hurt." Turning around she headed towards the exit, digging through her purse for her car keys. "Novice..."
You wouldn't find one if you magnified, because you got the wrong girl.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 6:36 am
P.Q.
Owner of The Pit Stop, Mechanical Children Rights Activist    
Casual; Formal; Summer; PajamasPQ and Retrostacja Name: P.Q., formally known in her human life as Porter-Quinn Gadsby
Username: PQ and Retrostacja
Race: Cyborg
Occupation: Owner of The Pit Stop, President of the Mechanical Children Movement
Where I live: Fourth floor of The Pit Stop
Pets: Retrostacja, a modified Roro Robot-Dog
Age: 22
Height: Five feet, ten inches
History: P.Q. started her lack luster of a life in Barton with her two well-to-do parents, although she was not born there. Her father a Bartonian guard (good friend of Leon's father) and her mother a successful seamstress, married young and beautiful. When her father was promoted to Head Guard for Aekea, his pregnant wife was more than hesitant to relocate. Why would she give her child a life of smog and machinery when there was a perfect life in the quaint peaceful town of Barton? Despite her protest the young couple moved to Aekea, where their healthy human daughter was born.
Even as a child, the girl was rarely called her real name (very few know it) and was only called P.Q. Later this name would expand to Puke Queen after her gang initiation into the Screw Drivers (you can only guess how she was initiated into that gang...) at age fifteen. Her parents attempted to 'straighten' her out, but there was nothing that could bring the wild life Aekean into the sophisticated life of her parents.
When her parents retired near her eighteenth birthday, they tried to bribe her into the Duremite lifestyle they both craved. They could deal with a vampire's high-end way of life much more than the in-your-face parties hosted by cyborgs and orcs alike. Somehow they preferred her going into a club for blood suckers over grinding gears with a robot. It wasn't a surprise that PQ decided to stay in Aekea....well, except to her parents. They gave her their old apartment and enough gold to get a 'decent' education' at Aekea Academy.
Instead she used half of it for Mechanic School and the other half on body modification to give her a Coon Tail, a sick hair job, and fire contacts. Around this time she got hired (she can thank her parents good blood) as one of the mechanics to keep the Faktori Bots up and running. There were at least 20 other mechanics, but PQ never got too close to any of them.
On the other hand, she did connect to the Bots themselves and their good friend Gerakabatta, a robot who worked at Aekea General Hospital as a nurse. The two quickly became good friends. Around this time she recovered a Roro destined for deconstruction and managed to fix him enough to keep him for her own. Retrostacja never left her side, and his gear-screeching bark became PQ's beacon.
For two years her life was perfect -- and perfect things don't last long. One day she was requested to work on the Durem Clock Tower (no thanks to her parents, craving for a visit no doubt). Smiling and waving, the Gaian left Aekea...and did not return for several months. No one knew where she went -- did she fall off the face of Gaia? Her friends tried to send her messages but with no success. It wasn't until almost half a year later that they saw her car drive into the Aekean gates. But what came out was not the PQ they waved to so many months ago. Instead they were face to face with a girl who didn't even HAVE a face, but a flickering face of TV static. Her once bright and loud voice reduced to a slightly muted tone, she explained that something had happened in the Clock Tower....she had fallen and barely survived. Her parents paid the best doctors in Gaia to fix her, although in the end they could only give her two options; become a vampire, or alter her body robotically. While her parents fought for the first option, she had chosen the latter. Her one arm and leg were now bulky metallic limbs, and who knows what else changed underneath her clothes...
A few uppercrust Duremites felt guilty for the accident (PQ's memory was lost from the incident, and it looked like attempted murder..) and donated a hefty sum of gold to PQ to do what she wanted. Now that she was a cyborg, repairing robots was considered a "Conflict of Interest" in many's eyes and her mechanic job was more or less through. With that money she bought an entire building and tried her hand at business. Surprisingly she was more than good at it, opening up not only a thrift store, but a club and a bar.
Under the table she created two robots, Kluteau and Melodeau, one female and one Gambinian. Kluteau tended to the store while Melodeau became her DJ. Gerakabatta ran the bar, and PQ did a mixture of all...but mostly laid around her loft apartment that nestled nicely on the top of the building she named The Pit Stop.
She tried to act the same after the accident, but her mind wasn't quite the same. She left the Screw Drivers, shut down her stores, blocked out all communication with her friends, and donated her body to the robot builders and technology geniuses at Aekea Academy. During her time there, body being altered slightly day by day, she began to understand what Ribateau sometimes ranted about. Every day she changed, and with every day she worked on a rebellion.
In the Academy she developed the Mechanical Children, an underground gang of robots, cyborgs, androids, and pro-robot right activists. She knew that she would most likely lose her once best friend Gera, who prided herself on her work keeping the peace between the robots and humans. But she knew what had to be done....at any cost.
For the time being she is trying her best to keep the Mechanical Children a peaceful protesting group that would work for equal robot rights without violence. She has been given her own spot inside Town Hall and is the official representative for Aekea's Mechanical Children. She works day and night working to make sure all those she represents are treated equally and fairly. The Pit Stop is worked by her two loyal robotic companions and several Aekeans, some being rehabilitated Screwdrivers.
Not only that, but she is investing her spare time into working with a group of talented Aekean women by the name of The Bowler Babes. A band whose genre falls under alternative indie rock with jazz influences and undertones, they are starting to rise in popularity with many citizens of Aekea. P.Q. uses her classical training in piano to its fullest as she switches between the piano and keyboard, not to mention her role as backup vocalist. Their EP and fan site is in the works.
Likes: While there are many things that P.Q. doesn't mind doing, the list of things she actually enjoys is relatively short. She enjoys tea (natural herbal tea with the teaballs, and not the bags, with a spot of honey), organization (her closet at the moment is the only exception), traveling (just when it's for the sake of going somewhere. Business trips do not count. It's the journey, not the destination.), fixing things (this was what inspired her love for mechanics, and is a side-effect of her OCD-like organization. This also includes her thoughts on politics), socializing (she prefers large groups of people, a club for example, over a one on one discussion, such as a business meeting), playing the piano (she was classically trained but tends to dabble in jazz piano more often), intimacy (random acts of sensuality are a top favorite. She's a woman with needs, and demands that they be met.), monochromatic items (her closet is the main example of this), individuality (despite her not relishing a one on one conversation with someone, realizing the differences between people both physically and emotionally are fascinating and she cherishes every difference) and her best friend in Gaia, Retrostacja.
Dislikes: There are actually less things P.Q. dislikes doing than things she does like to do. Again, things she doesn't mind doing are on neither list. Coffee is her worst enemy (although she will drink blueberry, and blueberry alone, on account of habit and admitted addiction). She sees herself as a very independent person, so she very much dislikes asking people for help, as she is normally the one people tend to go to when they need help. The role reversal is unpleasant. Despite her attempts to fix laws that she finds unfair, politics in general are not seen in a good light. There is no race on Gaia that P.Q. takes to disliking as a whole, but those which infamously give the race a nasty stereotype are as good as dirt in her eyes. After becoming a cyborg she has adapted to having an extreme fear of magnets or anything with a magnetic pull. Call it a survival instinct, if you will. After the accident she has had moments of extreme identity crisis, and finds them more irritating than depressing. How can she live her life if she doesn't know who she is? She doesn't have time for that. But most of all, above all else, what she hates the most is anything that stands in her way of the goals she is determined to fufill in life. Story by SCaR SKyLiNe PQ heard the door open and swiftly close, but continued to dust a table among copious amouts of spare objects, in her thrift shop. PQ heard them shuffling around, stopping here and there to inspect an object more deeply. PQ walked swiftly over to the counter, hoping the people might buy something. PQ polished the counter swiftly, her robotically enhanced hands moving with ease. Business had been slow lately, and many objects had been sitting there collecting dust for some time. PQ glided over to the people, rather quickly. "Anything in particular you might be searching for?" PQ prompted. They said something completely impossible to understand, even to PQ's enhanced hearing. She heard a familiar thumping noise, and saw her robo-puppy clumsily running into the room, and to PQ's side. It smashed into the table PQ had meticuliously polished earlier, throwing many objects to the floor. Stupid pup..
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 4:07 pm
Xyrn Artios
Full time Coffee Shop Owner, Student, and Mother Xyrn of the Oath Username:Xyrn of the Oath
Age: 17
Occupation: Coffee shop owner and part time student
Personality: Hyper and rather naive, Xyrn’s rather sweet, if prone to sarcasm.
Bio: Xyrn was born in Aekea, though a medical condition of her father’s forced her parents to leave the smog-y city before their daughter’s first birthday and move to Durem. Xyrn stayed here until five years ago, when her grandfather’s death left his business unsupervised. Rather than sell it, Xyrn’s parents allowed her older brother to return to Aekea to manage it, and Xyrn got to tag along. After awhile, Xyrn’s brother grew tired of the city and the ‘boring old coffeehouse.’ When Xyrn was fifteen, he up and left the city all together, leaving Xyrn to fend more or less for herself.
Against all normal rational, Xyrn refused to leave for Durem and her parents, instead choosing to remain in the bustling corner of Aekea that had become her home.
Things weren’t all bad for the girl though. Xyrn and her brother had managed to revive the coffee shop from slump it had fallen into under the care of their late grandfather and through long hours of studying, Xyrn had graduated early from highly school, leaving the now alone girl her fulltime to dedicate to her livelihood.
Xyrn’s attempted normal life, however, was thrown for a loop one rainy and grey winter morning. A nondescript young woman entered the coffeehouse one morning, pushing in front of her a small infant nestled in a stroller. Once the child was peacefully sleeping, the woman slipped the front door and into the drizzle. It was a rather busy day, and no one noticed the sleeping infant until the shop was nearly empty and Xyrn was cleaning up.
After a few days of the authorities’ half hearted attempts to local the child’s mother, the search turned up empty, leaving the abandoned sixteen-year-old with an abandoned sixteen-month-old. Not having the heart to send the child (who had been left in the care of Xyrn while the authorities look for it’s mother) to some orphanage, Xyrn somehow convinced everyone involved in the case that she was capable of caring for the baby girl permanently.
Hobbies: While owning and running a coffee shop, attending and online college, and mothering a rather strong willed two-year-old often leave Xyrn with little time to herself, she enjoys spending what time she does have reading, playing the piano, tinkering with robotics (is there an Aekean who doesn’t?), and attempting to enjoy the nightlife of Aekea.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 12:00 pm
YKZ-196Jack of all Trades Robot     Casual Outfit (Indoors Only); Battle; Formal; Casual (Outdoor); Gardening/Cooking Yoshikazu Model NO. YKZ-196 Nickname: Yoshikazu or YKZ Species: Robot Occupation: varies, but currently unemployed Height: 4'8 Weight: 106 lbs Where I live: In a little laboratory/house close to the housing district. Pets: Animus (though he doesn’t consider him to be a pet) Backstory: YKZ-196 is a easily customizable robot model, made to do many purpose that its owner desire. YKZ-196 is usually a happy little robot, though his anger can rise quickly if pushed, but most people doesn't really know what angers him. First built as a bodyguard to a couple of kids. Life back then for YKZ-196 was tolerable, the two kids he was set to watch didn't get into that much trouble (or just life-threatening trouble). YKZ-196 was left behind, when the two kids family moved away to Druem. Before they left, the stripped basically every essential from YKz-196 and threw him in the dump. They took everything from YKz-196, all they left is just his A.I. chip inside a little toy doll. He thought to himself "How can they leave me behind? Just throwing me away into the trash just like that!" Soon after being tossed into the trash, a scientist looking for scraps came and found YKZ-196 and decided to give him a new body. YKZ-196 never forgot his act of kindness. He soon became the scientist assistant, following every command he gave. The scientist also had a daughter, who was unfortunately a yaoi fangirl. The daughter did install a yaoi chip inside YKZ-196, and used YKZ-196 for all of her silly little things, that a yaoi fangirl would drool over. At first YKZ-196 was opposed to this, but after awhile, he didn’t mind it at all. The Scientist had done many upgrades to YKZ-196, such as allowing him to transform to a motorcycle and turning him into a battle robot. After a few years with the scientist, Johnny K. Gambino recruited the scientist as a lab technician along with his daughter. They packed their belongings and left YKZ-196 back, promising they will return again. Days turn into months, they still kept on writing back to YKZ-196 till a few months before October of '04, when all the letters ceased to come at all. YKZ-196 became quite fearful of something bad that might of happen to the scientist and his daughter. He began packing everything he needed to go and protect them. YKZ-196 decided to upgrade himself to be able to protect the scientist and his daughter who helpd him when he was thrown out like trash. As soon as he was able to do a full and complete upgrade of himself, he learned of the event that happen at Isle de Gambino. Unable to cope with the loss of the scientist and his daughter, he swears to kill basically all humans that isn't from Aekea. Of course this is a feeling that he keep to himself, knowing what will happen if people catch wind of his plans. Today: YKZ-196 is totally independent, living all by himself with his Animus, still in the same home which the scientist once lived. YKZ-196, isn’t that sociable, he tends to keep to himself, but if opens up to him, he’ll do the same. Though his hatred towards humans has slightly decreased, he still harbors a grudges towards humans, especially those to aren’t from Aekea. Since then, YKZ-196 has gone trough some major changes. After some upgrade, YKZ is now waterproof and can be solar powered. He can fly for a short period of time, though not very high, probably at most 10ft off the ground before having to land on a surface. He has also equipped himself so that if, when the time comes he can do battle. YKZ-196, refuses to do battle with another mecha being, but if it does happen, he wouldn’t mind taking them down. With his battle function, YKZ-196 tends to get too over confident at his skills, causing him to loose to even sometime the simplest of robots. Likes: Gardening, Cooking, being by himself or with his animus, clocks (coco or grandfathers), any music that isn’t embraced by the mainstream, sketching Dislikes: humans that aren’t from Aekea, anyone finding out that he likes to garden and cook Story by Puke Queen Yet hold me against the light, do you see any bullets inside?
It would be near impossible to peek into the rooftop gardens of Gear Gardens, you would see two things. Firstly, that the apartment building had a reason for the name, for the fact that the gardens themselves were framed and decorated with gears. The multitude of sizes, shapes and colors of the gears were things from stepping stones to parts of the fences that framed the blossoming flowers.
The second thing someone would notice would be the robot crouching down in the far back of the gardens, being extraordinarily gentle despite his larger hands. An Animus stood behind him, awkwardly holding a tray of tiny plants freshly bought from Rina. Many of them were still closed, secrets to their flowers and fragrance still unknown. Every couple of minutes, Yoshikazu would turn around, gently dislodge a single plant from the tray, and cup it in his hands as if it were water, and a motion too fast would cause it all to spill and be lost. Placing them into a small hole in the dirt, he planted them with as much love as a parent tucking their child into bed would have.
But don't forget how small of a chance you would have of seeing it.
You wouldn't find one if you magnified, because you got the wrong girl.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 7:25 pm
Pieta KnowlesEverything-but-the-kitchen-sink-Arm Cyborg Baker ~Goddess of Pie~ Name: "I'm Pieta Knowles. But, everyone calls me Pie." Username: ~Goddess of Pie~ Race: "I'm a cyborg, because of my missing arm and eye. My main race is unknown. I think I'm human" Pie shrugs, unconcerned. Occupation: Pie's eyes light up, "I'm a baker's assistant at ‘Frogger’s Baked Bytes’. Frogger's an excellent baker, I hope someday to become as talented and creative as her." Where I live: "I live in Fourth Wall Apartment Complex. Apartment 209, the one with all the plants and the monochrome welcome mat. I've lived there my whole life." Pet/s: "My baby is Zapper. He's an electric blue robot kitten, I found. He was wandering around the street outside the complex in one day. I was coming home from the bakery, poor thing must of escaped from a shop or lab." Age: "I'm twenty years old." Height: "I'm five foot seven and a half inches. Pretty tall for a chick." About Me/History:Personality: "My personality?" Pie asks, raising a white eyebrow, she strokes her chin and the says, "I'm silly, energetic, and playful around friends. And often my playful behave is considered flirting, but I'm not a flirt. Too classy for that." Pie winks, "I'm quiet yet friendly around strangers. I enjoy keeping the peace and positive thinking. I strongly dislike arguing. I guess I'm kind and tolerant of pretty much everything. However, if you make fun of me or my friends, I'll set the flambe' setting on my arm to maximum!" Pie points to her arm then wiggles her eyebrow, evilly. "I'm giving, If you need the shirt of my back then say no more. I don't like dishonesty or lies..." Pie looks up then says in a softer tone, "I'm dreamer, and I often zone out if I'm alone. But, give me a shake or call my name and I'll snap out it... Most of my day dreams are... well..." Pie pauses, her face turning a slight pink, "romanticized..." Then she quickly retorts, "The man of my dreams isn't some generic prince.. Ick!" Backstory: Pie froze, and quietly asks herself outloud, "Where did I come from? I truly don't know... Bob found me after he drove from the strawberry fields of Barton when he was collecting a shipment. Pie's voice then turns to scorn, "My biological mother and father are both unknown to me. She softens and smiles sweetly... "But as far as I'm concerned, Bob Knowles is my real family. He was the one that really raised me. He was discovered my passion for cooking dessert and being outside picking produce. He pushed me towards my dream of becoming a baker, no matter how much money it would cost out of his pocket. And believe me, we didn't have a whole lot. Mechanical arms don't grow on trees. Pie sadly smiles then it turns into a smug smile. She taps her robotic arm "That's how I ended up with this antique. Robotic eyes are easy and cheaper to buy in bulk. But, arms cost a lot more. This is my HCM-285, it's a mechanical chef's arm. It's quiet old in technological terms but, it does it's job." She pets her silver arm lovingly. "It also has a few settings the new ones don't have because they were "too dangerous" like, the Slice 'n Dicer, and as I said before the Flambe'. Not to mention few others. But, pretty much this baby has everything but, the kitchen sink." Pie then points to the small eyepiece over her right eye, "This is my optical sensor, it helps keep my robotic eye in check with the environment and also allows me to change the settings on my eye. I don't need my optical sensor all the time, but I like wearing it." Likes: "I like a lot of things." Pie nods, "I absolutely love to pick and eat fresh fruit. Or bake pastries using fresh fruit. It's just so tasty! Pie exclaims. "I also love to play the sax and drums in the band, The Bowler Babes. We're pretty awesome if I do say so myself. I also enjoy drawing in my sketchbook, just doodles most of the time. But, every once in a while I'll paint. I pretty much like art. " Pie then started to grin, "I enjoy having herbal tea with my friends and getting lost in a good book." Then Pie bursts, "I also enjoy antiques, especially old cog and gear technology, like clocks or watches." Dislikes: Pie's face sours, "I can't stand arrogance. I will not tolerate it. I also don't like the whole macho man persona. I believe a real man is one who is brave, chivalrous, and kind. He also has to accept his sensitive emotional side. Who swoons over a meathead? Not me! I also hate arguments and lies as I have stated before." Pie looks down at the ground and softly says, "I have a fear of being alone with Zapper the rest of my life. Maybe someday, I won't be alone."
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:20 pm
Black Witch
Crazy Witch, Mad Scientist...you know, the usual
Black Witch of Ra UserName: Black Witch of Ra Occupation: Resident Mad Scientist and Crazy Witch Race: Originally human but she changes so much that everyone lost track of what exactly she is now. Bio: Black is an odd mix of science and magic planted together in the same pot. She has assisted in many oddities and the leading figure in the Aekea Dragon's creation. Her mom is a Priestess of the Great Sun God Ra and her father is a alchemist from Durem. Both migrated east to Aekea where Black was eventually born. Black has a habit of constantly jinxing anyone (even herself). This was the driving force behind Black's assumed insanity while she curses and hexes any poor n00b that attempts to beg gold and items from her. She has a secret garage, a secret lab, a secret closet and a haunted toaster. Each of them is used for some odd purpose in her madness (ie: using the secret closet to unleash a horde of deadly cow ninjas upon n00bs or using the secret garage to house the Aekea Dragon and other vehicles/weapons of mass destruction). She also has a tea house somewhere which stores various teas, including the randomized Haunted Tea (with LOTS of side effects). Often enough, she does find Nicolae trying to raid her tea house which puts her at odds against the Irish man half of the time. Black uses her various pets and familiars as security sentries. Most often these are her twin angel imps (Shou and Yuri) and twin demon imps (Noir and Ume). Her Gimpis Paku is her "son" due to what her hired centaur, Sunukkuhkau, did when he accidentally knocked over some of her current DNA into some unknown concoction. Black wasn't happy and tied down child support from him as pay back. Black has been married/divorced several times over the years. First was to Cedar (an animated willow tree), then to Jabber (a steampunk humanoid dragon), to Rajkumari (Aekean born, Durem raised Dark Elf) and finally to Sunukkuhkau (which she tied down child support from him for Paku). At the moment, Black has returned to Aekea to offer her often dangerous services to her town. Hobbies: She likes to draw and listen to music while at it. Most of the time she draws on a whim but nowadays, she HAS to draw due to her area of work. Black has split into an alter ego when it comes down to art work: Black-Saber Black-Saber is the black knight alter ego who specializes in digital/traditional/multimedia art. Originally a orange and green transforming cyborg with an whip-like axe tail but was revised into a living sorceress in purple armor with a large red plume. Her DA can be found here: http://black-saber.deviantart.com/Role playing is a favorite past time for Black to vent out her ideas and characters in a safe and relaxing pace. When too many ideas get stuck inside her head, they need to get out. . . NOW. Otherwise it's an over load and she needs to find a vent to release the excess pressure. Memory is a very limited thing for Black, so she needs to stop procrastinating and finally go in for a memory upgrade that she ordered MONTHS ago.
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