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 Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 1:31 pm
Hey guys! Here is where I will be posting our profiles for As The Gears Turn v2. Look at your old profile and see if it needs adjustments for the concept of the new roleplay (see main forum). If you want to change it, send the new one to me. If your old profile is sufficient then PM me and let me know. I do encourage all to do a few changes in their profiles, however. Here is the profile skeleton. Don't forget to PM me a few outfits for your character!
[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]:
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 6:45 pm
Charlie Graves Drill-armed soldier charlieslaysvampires Name: Charlie Alexander Graves Username: charlieslaysvampires Race: Human where it counts. (Technically classified as a cyborg.) Occupation: Aekean Guard Where I live: Fourth Wall Apartment Complex Pet/s: None at the moment Age: 26 Height: 6'2" About Me/History: Charlie is a guy of few words, preferring to stick to action. He was born and raised in Aekea, but was moved to Barton during the original arrival of the Animated, due to his particular range of specialties, and willingness to cooperate. (As a boy, Charlie lost his arms in a factory incident he likely won't tell you about.) However, as things have balanced, Charlie moved back to Aekea to serve in their guard, both out of a sense of attachment to the city - and the fact that frankly, Barton didn't like his presence. Vampires are perfectly cool there, but someone with mechanical prosthetics? God forbid. He is extremely dutiful, shy, and strict with obeying orders; because of these traits, he makes a brilliant force to carry out others' plans on the battlefield. It does somewhat force him into the role of a doormat though. Charlie tends to be a coward of that variety - never willing to question a word of the higher ups, even if it goes against his for-the-most-part good heart - despite the fact that he shows no fear when it comes to warfare. He tries to help mechanical children, as he's fought prejudice himself before, but yet... At the command, he'll keep them locked up tight in a heartbeat. Likes: Music, Dogs, Smoking, Reading, Reality Television, Sports, Robots, Good Food, Honesty, Fresh Air, Working Dislikes: Public Speaking, Arguments, "Smart People" Movies, Talking To Strangers, Texting, People Who Ask a Lot Of Questions, Judgment, Failure
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 9:05 am
Rokishic Xavier
Lycanthrope Adrenaline Junkie Rokishic Zazin Name: Rokishic Xavier Zazin aka Roki Username: Rokishic Zazin Race: Lycanthrope Occupation: Graphic Designer/Orc Fight Club member Where I live: Gear Gardens B Pet/s: N/A Age: 17 Height: 5'6'' About Me/History: As a young child around the age of 9, Roki was abandoned on the edge of the river flowing through Aekea West while on an outing with his mother. Lost and scared, he wondered about till he came across a fairly large, menacing looking dog. To small to understand the rules of 'staying clear of vicious animals.' He went right up to pet it do to his curious nature. The dog aggressively attacked, leaving claw marks and a large gash in his right shoulder. Bleeding and possibly infected, he passed out on the edge of Aekea. Once he had awakened. Roki was in a room with monitors and IVs in his arms. He began to panic and frantically started to pull everything off of him. The Med-Bots strolled into the room to witness his fright. Rushing past them, and throughout the strange building. He became even more overwhelmed until he jumped out a nearby open window on the 2nd floor of the Hospital Complex. He had disappeared by the time anyone had looked out the window, and made his way into the alleyways of Aekea. Growing up in the smog and noise of the factories, Rokishic began to fight to survive. Underground Orc fight clubs and the graphic works he saw on cars had attracted his interests. Wandering into a fight match, he was pummeled and thrown into a match. Angry, scared, and in fear of his life. He underwent a change in structure as his body morphed into that of a grizzly looking wolf. The Orc's were all startled and in awe as he lunged at his contender in blind fury. Leaving the match victorious and with gold. Roki then used it to rent him a home in Gear Gardens. Constantly going back to participate in the addiction of the adrenaline rush received when set with a challenge, and to gain more and more gold to pay for his needs. As if the memory of his mother and the past had escaped him. He grew up in that life style for 8 years and still going. Now practicing graphic design on his G-9 Laptop, and exploring the world outside the walls of Aekea through the internet. He settles himself in, and makes his daily living as usual being the Aggressive, Distant, Mature teen that he is in the suffocating air of Aekea. Likes: Kindness, Bloody Meal, Companionship, Loyalty Dislikes: Corruption, Bullies, Large Crowds, Untrustworthy Individuals, Isolation
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 10:15 am
Ash Faust
Local Weretiger Cyborg  Ash Badguy Faust Name:Ashley 'Badguy' Faust Username: Ash Badguy Faust Race:zoanthrope cyborg Occupation: Machinist/musician/former private investigator Where I live:fourth wall apts, room 1337, as well as War bunker 7 at the base of the crane underground. Pet:a 3 headed cerberus puppy named Nash Age:24 Height:5'9'' About Me/History: Ash has lived on his own since Age 16. His mother died during child birth, leaving him to be raised by a single father. Ulrich Faust was a durem scientist that rediscovered the once extinct weretiger lineage, making himself the 1st weretiger in over 1000 years. Since then his discovery has lead to several zoanthropic variations using genetic coding from lycanthropes and other animal specimens. Along with his unique genetics Ash inherited strong psychic abillities from his late mother, including pyromancy and telekenisis. Now, under the thumb of Omnidrink, Ash has been put between a rock and a hard place. He hasn't heard a word from Gerakabatta since Omnidrink took over 3 years ago. He faces the challenge of raising his goddaughter and keeping her safe from the corporation. As part of this effort, he quit freelancing and dedicated his time to working in the metal refinery, earning a meager wage to pay for an apartment at the 4th wall apartments, while still living in the underground vault. IN his off time he performs at the Blow Torch, on amateur night singing in front of an equally oppressed audience. He willingly downgraded his prosthetics after a forceful push from the high officers in the regulators. A restraint collar was put around his neck to severly limit his psychic abillities. Likes: music, fish, hot sauce, women, machines, sleeping in the nude, Dislikes: deep bodies of water, women's roller derby, vampires, smooth jazz, dentists, not being able to put Hakobe through school, Omnidrink
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 3:29 pm
Black ZephysExiled Witch Doctor...who is here anyway Black Witch of Ra Name: Black Zephys Username: Black Witch of Ra Race: Was human. Had one too many race changing potions. Occupation: Witch Doctor Where I live: Out of town. Banned from living IN Aekea. Pet/s: Many. Noir, Shou and Paku included (they're imps). Age: 23 Height: 5' 3" About Me/History: Black is pretty much an odd one in Aekea. Seriously, Witch Doctor. . . IN AEKEA. Her speciality seems to be race swapping, seeing as she's fickle about what race she wants to be at the time to complete an outfit or such. She seems be under a jinx that backfired on her, mostly bad luck. To counter this, she has taken to sacrificing Aekea's n00b population to the Great Sun God Ra. . . Which puts her at odds with the Aekean Guard for manslaughter. She was born to Mercy and Cepheus in Durem. Her family later moved to Aekea when her father was relocated there as a medical examiner. Mercy taught Black how to use magic but after that backfired jinx, it was better just to learn it rather than practice it. Black and Mercy moved to Barton for a break from Aekea's smog. For a while, it was a quiet life in Barton. Black spent most of her time in the guilds with the occasional meet up with friends. During the Water Balloon fight, she returned to Aekea for only one reason: Giant Robot = Awesome. She was stationed at the pumps and picked up a few things here and there in order to operate and repair the water pumps as well as a few other pieces of machinery. While at the Aekea's water balloon headquarters, she found herself at home with other Aekeans. Black stayed around in Aekea after the summer event before heading back into Barton. Eventually, she went traveling around Gaia, poking in and out of forums and guilds alike. She entered the Halloween event, swapping her skin for a vampire's for a while before returning to human. With the next one promising more swaps, she swapped for a Dark Elf, a Glompie, back to a vampire, to human and then went back to Dark Elf skin. She took the train back to Barton but found herself alone with some guy named Frank. . . On a unmanned computer operated train that was more than likely to crash into something. After finding the emergency brake handles useless, they split up. Black managed to stop the train with what she learned from the water balloon fight and figured out that Frank pretty much left her to die on the train. She swore vengeance and was unable to catch him at the undersea lab. After many exhausting battles with the Animated, she took off her rings in the Null Chamber despite the fact that killing the Animated also countered her jinx. Black moved into Aekea a little after the Rejected Olympics. She opened up a shop near the hospital that sold genetic alterations and body mods similar to Durem's Skin Tyte. The witch was arrested several times for in possession of unsafe pets and multiple murders of several n00bs. She was relocated to live outside of Aekea but continued to work within the city under the condition that she wouldn't bring in any of her dangerous critters into the city or kill off more of its citizens. Her abilities are detailed here.Likes: Sweets, tea, blowing things up, weapons, jewelry, pork, blowing things up, item hoarding, giant robots, snakes, blowing things up, fangirling over Stein, OMGs/OMFGs/OMGWTFs, Stone/Feather Coatls, Landsharks, skin swapping, and did we mention that she likes to blow things up? Dislikes: Things that blow up in her face, n00bs that bother her, random holes in the ground, Frank, Buzzsaws, Waterspouts, reminded that she is jinxed and Aekean Guards.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 6:10 pm
P.Q.
Owner of The Pit Stop, Mechanical Children Rights Activist     
Casual; Formal; Summer; Pajamas;Post-OmniDrinkPQ and Retrostacja Name: P.Q.
Username: PQ and Retrostacja
Race: Cyborg
Occupation: Head of the rebel force Mechanical Children, gang leader of the Screwdrivers
Where I live: Fourth floor of The Pit Stop
Pets: Retrostacja, a modified Roro Robot-Dog
Age: 25
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.
After some time the Mechanical Children became a prominent group in Aekea, completely in the open and without hate. PQ was given a spot in Town Hall in order to represent the mechanical population.
And once OmniDrink stepped into the ring, her whole world seemed to crumble. Despite her standing in the community she could no longer keep her position in the Town Hall. Her multiple businesses, which she had invested hundreds of thousands of gold into, had to be sold for next to nothing. Kluteau and Melodeau were taken away from her as she struggled for all she was worth. OmniDrink enforcers had barged into her building as she was packing her equipment and demanded the immediate reallocation of the two robots into the factories.
PQ knew there were laws against this, and spoke up. She went to run and defend them, but she was shot. OmniDrink had a few inventions up their sleeves; a bullet programmed with a virus to hack into her system pierced her metallic skin and she collapsed instantly. Two of her closest friends, her greatest creations, were reprogrammed right in front of her eyes. Murdered. She had to watch the light fade out of their eyes, their bodies go limp. Such a crime is not always as gory as some might think.
The virus left her twitching and crippled on her floor for several hours. During this time PQ realized that all she had worked for had been taken from her and she had been helpless. Once she gained control of her body, she ran a virus check and eliminated it from her system. Days went by as she analyzed the virus and adapted her system to defend it. There was no resistance the second time they came and forced her to relocate to the New District. No words were spoken when they disbanded the Mechanical Children. PQ simply sat at let them take everything away from her. She let them think that they were in charge and that there would be no resistance.
And then she began to plot her revenge.
In the shadows, the Mechanical Children began to reform. PQ gave all those who joined the program to defend their bodies from the virus and used her skills as a mechanic to repair those who had been broken. Gaining status in the Screwdrivers once more was easy and soon she was the ring leader. Where she had once been a clean and proper politician, PQ had now become a grungy gang leader who used the charisma she had relied on for long for organized chaos.
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.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 10:50 am
Kingsley RickabyBookstore Owner and M.A.G.I.C. member     Work(store);Work(M.A.G.I.C.);Formal;Aekea Air kingwerewolf Name: Kingsley Rickaby Username: kimgwerewolf Race: Elf Occupation: MAGIC Agent/ Book Merchant Where I live: Small apartment above “Moonlit Reading” Pet/s: Erik (Mochi), Hati (Outlaw Pup), and Vimes (Ferret) Age: About, maybe, 22? Height: Six feet, one inch. About Me/History: Born and raised in Durem by a single mother, King was the sort that enjoyed life little quirks. He enrolled in the MAGIC academy at a young age, and quickly excelled to the silver rank. He was put in Aekea by request, and runs a bookstore as his cover. The store barely stays in business. King never really fits in too well, but tries to be sociable. Hi stance on robot rights is vague, though he seems to prefer cyborgs to straight robots. He is the founder of “Sam’s Stalkers”. King is the one of the least technical men 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." Likes: Books, sweets, dogs, Sam, cold, making random references Dislikes: Heat, Liam, not being respected, people ignoring his authority, peanut butter.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 10:55 am
KeelCyborg DJKeel Kanrazi Name: Keel (No last name) Username: Keel Kanrazi Race: Cyborg(Formerly a Dark Elf) Occupation: OmniDrink's RadioDJ, shop owner, Hopeful rebel Where I live: Above "The Multiverse" Pet/s: None Age: Assumed to be 30 Height: 6' 10" About Me/History: Once a dark elf, He used to be an oddballwithin. He never understood Magic as most other elves did, but he had an intense facination of Technology. His facination went so far as to turn himself into technology, albeit his mind is still flesh and blood. He is free of the pains of flesh, but he's beginning to miss some sensations, like taste and smell. He still has his hearing which can be increased and decreased to his liking. Since OmniDrink's overtaking, however, things has taken quite a turn for the worse. His beloved music collection has been replaced with the most dry, stalest sounds imaginable. He is forced him to play it constantly over the radio station within Aekea. While he abhors the songs, as they give no promotion to imagination or the generally good feelings Music is supposed to bring, he cannot publicly pronounce it. Regulations has even forced him to hide his most prized possessions. A pair of scythes He's had since arrival in Aekea. For now, he works as the Radio DJ, Unable to do much, and hopeful of the chance to at least try a musical revolt, despite the trash his music is replaced with. Likes: Scythes(Loves the way it looks), technology, Music Dislikes: Jerks, Snooty people, Magic, Nonsense, Blandness
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 9:41 am
DeceptusAndroid Web Host  
Fighting;Formal;Work Godman873 Name: Deceptus Username:Godman873 Race: Android Occupation: Website Hosting Where I live: Fourth Wall Apartment Complex Pet/s: None Age: 20 Height: 6'6" History: Created to be just for show off by the scientists who created him, but they had created him TOO well and during a Demonstration Deceptus had broken out of his display and escaped killing nearly every scientist, upon finding Aekea he had quickly made two swords due to the fact that swords had always interested him. He taught himself quickly but does not really take the swords outside of his current house. With his refuge in Aekea he finds no use in the outside world which does not accept mechanical "things". Likes: Fighting of any type, heavy metal music, watching people become drunk, Wolves, Dogs, Mind games (messing with people), Being cruel to those who deserve it, lycans, Using his computer Touch screens, Archery. Dislikes: People who dislike him or anyone else who is "mechanical" or "mechanically enhanced", scientists, Cats, Cruel people, vampires, Covering himself in clothes (usually only wears a jacket)
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 3:40 pm
KrivvekHomeless Tinkerer Other outfits unknown. Old Man Vee Name: Krivvek Username: Old Man Vee Race: Human Occupation: Pipe worker/tinkerer/unemployed Where I live: Effectively homeless Pet/s: No permanent pets Age: unknown Height: five feet seven inches About Me/History: Krivvek lived with his girlfriend for many years, when she passed he left his once happy home and looked for work elsewhere. Somehow he ended up on the streets of Aekea... when there's something around that is broken, he fixes it, and sometimes that's enough to earn him a meal... Sometimes he has to scavenge for something a little less substantial. Likes: fixing things, Dark cool areas, Pipes Dislikes: conversations.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 6:36 pm
AlienX Name: Hayley Ford Lt. Lana Kovach (Alias: Kilo) Username: AlienX Race: Supposedly human, actually werewolf Occupation: Regulator Where I live: Regulator Barracks Pet/s: Aaron, an armadillo living safely out of town Age: 25 Height: a rather tall-looking 5'6" About Me/History: Hayley came to this city not long before the OMNIDRINK takeover and had a shortlived but well-respected career as the head of the Aekean Guard. Origianlly from Barton, she was trained from birth to be accepted into the ranks of the Regulars there, and only left after an incident in which she lost her left eye. After minor mechanical surgery, she found her heart to be more in the city than the country, and moved in. She made friends, chiselled away part of her generally stern personality, and discovered a latent lycanthrophy she never knew existed. All was quite peachy. Then the rebellion hit. She was "removed from office" without warning and that was the last anyone saw of her. Unbeknownst to her friends in town, she left town, inexplicably joined the ranks of OMNIDRINK itself as a Regulator, and is now fighting with the corrupted beast that brought Aekea to ruin. After a rather severe makeover and with the amount of gear she totes, she has no intention of being recognized until she wants to be. Likes: Red meat Dislikes: It's hard to really tell these days.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 12:43 pm
Kori CanvasBronze Level MAGIC member CanvasWolfDoll Name: Kori Canvas Username: CanvasWolfDoll Race: Actually, Human. The ears came from a magic accident. Occupation: MAgic Agent (Bronze Agent) Where I live: Fourth Wall apartments. Pet/s: None. Age: 21 Height: 5 feet, three inches About Me/History: Kori was in the same class at the MAGIC academy as King, though the two didn't interact much. Though King shot up to Silver rank, Kori has only recently earn the Bronze rank. She hopes to someday reach Gold Rank. Kori dislikes orcs. She finds their brutish culture stupid. However, she tries not to let her disdain get in the way of her job. The cat ears came from a training accident in the acadamy. Though they could easily be fixed, Tori prefers to keep them, as it heightens her hearing, and makes her look cute. Get her into Aekea wasn't easy, but MAGIC managed to strike a deal with OmniDrink to get a second agent in, with the promise not to try to get another in until a months time, and only if it is shown that additional MAGIC agents are needed. Likes: Cake, her ears, being better than other people, and authority. Dislikes: Brutish attitudes, spicy food, and King outranking her.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 9:22 pm
Venus NinamoreVampiric Student    Casual, Formal, Pajama, School Uniform Venus Ninamore Name: Venus NinamoreUsername: Venus NinamoreRace: VampireOccupation: None, a student. (Clockwork High)Where I live: Gear Gardens APet/s: NoneAge: FourteenHeight: Five feet, two inches.About Me/History: Venus was born in Durem. There she lived, an only child, and in a very wealthy and successful family. Very proper and sophisticated, she was spoiled and pampered by her parents, given anything that she wanted and needed, yet even though she had all the luxuries in the world, she was watched very strictly, and wasn't allowed to play with other children. So she was home schooled as well. Her house was the finest in all of Durem, in her eyes. It was Four stories, but not a mansion. Her mother was very obsessed with the gothic and victorian fashion, so the whole house completely overflowed with her mother's fantasies and decorations. Her own room, was on the top floor, and she had her own balcony, with climbing red roses covering over the metal railing. This was one of her favorites things about her house.
Her father, who was the only man in the house, was a very respectful and powerful man. Never really talking or spending time with Venus, he was always out working, dealing with his clients, dealing with gold, or bossing his wife around. He was tall, strong, and dressed in suits, always. His skin was pale and his eyes were a deep brown, and purple bags of age and exhaustion were packed under them. His favorite subject were Lycans. The only thing he really ever told his daughter was to never trust a wolf, and would tell her horrific stories of all the horrible things the wolves have done to the lives of the Gaian people. He owned a clothing store, which was one of the most pricy and exquisite in all of Durem. He also had an underground job, which Venus was never able to understand until she was older. At least once a month, him and a few other vampire men, would dress in all black and meet at her house before they left into the dark of the night. Venus would watch them from the stair case, and listen. What they would talk about, was something she was unable to understand. Always about gold, and deals, and there was always a product involved. She never found out what that product was, but her father always came home with bloodstained clothes.
Her mother, a kind and gentle woman, was always at home, and always around, unlike her father. Even though a vampire, she was weak and was unable to fight, even if she wanted to. She was thin and petite, with short, dark hair. Her skin was like porcelain, and her eyes were shaped like a cat, and a beautiful blue. Venus inherited both of these traits. She had no job but to stay home and clean, cook, and obsess over the decorations in her house. When she wasn't trying to make everything in her life look perfect and clean, she was outside in the garden, or spending time with Venus. Venus loved her mother more than anything. She would talk to her about the world, about the way life is, tell her stories about love and romance, and promise her how one day, Venus would find love as well. When Venus was seven years old, her mother passed down to her a beautiful, glittering pendant, which she said was hers when she was younger. Venus swore to never take it off.
At the age of eleven, Venus had begun to get tired of her life, and yearned to be able to go to a school with the other children, and be able to have fun and be free. Her father was outraged by any of these ideas, and any of his anger, he would take out with beatings on her mother, so she tried to put these thoughts out of her mind, for the sake of her beloved mother.
When Venus was twelve, her life began to change. Her father was out even more often, so much that there were times where he wasn't around for days. The members of his group, the ones dressed in black, were around at least once a week, and there were times where they would stay at her house for a night. Venus was very frightened of them, so she tried to stay around her mother, or in her room while they were around.
One night, while her father was out with his group, Venus was up in her room, playing with a old, cat plushie, she heard someone bang on the front door. She could hear her mother prancing her way down the stairs to answer the door, asking herself who possibly could be here at this time of night. When her mother began to open the door, Venus heard a loud crash sound. She then heard the sounds of people barging into her house, at least five of them. Jumping at the sound of her mother's scream, she quickly ran out of her room, and down the hallway. She could hear her mother crying, and the sounds of whoever was in her house yelling at her mother, asking her where someone was, but she couldn't understand all that they were saying. Venus stopped at the end of the hallway, listening, too afraid to walk to the staircase, where she would be visible if they looked in the right direction. She heard horrible sounds. Breaking of glass, of her mother's decorations. She heard snarling and ripping, and her mother's cries and screams.
When the sounds were all gone, and she heard her front door shut, it took her a few minutes to get the courage to walk down stairs, into the silence. She made her way down the staircase, going ever so slowly. When she reached the first floor, she stood in terror. At the bottom of the staircase, all around her feet, was the very few remains of her parlor and living room. Glass was spread all around, the furniture was ripped apart, the walls were torn with claw marks. Spread across the floor, almost like paint, was the redness of blood. She began to walk around the glass and broken objects, and she began to see pieces of her mothers clothes soiled on the bloodstained floor. Then, she saw her mother, or at least what was left. Her body lay on the floor, head torn open, blood spilling everywhere. Her eyes were ripped out of their sockets, and her rib cage was ripped open. There were slight remains of her organs, spilling out, her limbs ripped off, on the other side of the room. Venus could do nothing but sit herself down on the floor, soil her dress with the blood, and cry.
After that, she became very distant and to herself. Her father, still barely around, left her locked in her room. The death of her mother didn't seem to bother him very much. It was as if he knew it was going to happen. He only told Venus that the Lycans were responsible, and to hold a grudge on nothing besides them. She listened to him, and soon, her heart was filled with nothing but hatred towards all wolves.
When she was thirteen, now only being schooled by herself, only by practicing the mathematics her mother had taught her and reading as many books as she could, she had become rather mature. While going through some of her father's mail one day, hoping she would find something interesting, she came across something that wasn't a bill. It was a letter from one of the men in her father's group. Out of curiosity, she opened it. Inside was a picture of a girl, with brown hair and brown eyes, probably around the age of thirty. Reading the letter, Venus was confused and even more curious. The letter spoke about the girl, who the picture was of. Her background, race, and blood type. It said how she was a fair deal, and then it spoke of how much gold they would get for her. Venus immediately ran to her father's office room, and looked through the drawers of the desk. Inside, she found many pictures of all types of people and creatures. She found other letters, more information, all about a certain person or creature. The more information she learned, the more aware she became. She dropped everything to the floor, in horror of what she just realized. That her father was in such a market, murdering for money. She then realized her father was the cause of her mother's death, for whoever he had messed with, wanted revenge. They happen to get that revenge with taking the life of her innocent mother.
That night, Venus waited for her father to return. While he slept, she crept to his bedroom, a butcher knife in her hand, ready to end him. At the doorway to his room, she stood, but she could not move any further. She felt the tears slide down her cheeks, and she quickly ran down the staircase, returning the knife to the kitchen. Back up in her room, she cried as she packed a small suitcase, full of her favorite dresses, a picture of her mother, her cat plushie, and any makeup or perfumes, that had also belonged to her mother. With all of this, she ran out the door, and left.
Now on her own, the place she thought her father, or any of the men in his group would ever look, is where she lives, Aekea. Here, with the amount of gold she stole from her father's stash before she left, she was able to rent herself an apartment, and fill it with furniture that was as close to her mother's victorian obsession as she could. She was able to enroll herself in the Clockwork High school, and is glad to be able to get more of an education, even if it is hardly anything. Even though under the corruption of OmniDrink, she is thankful to get away from the sinful life she was living, even though she didn't know it. She dreads the thoughts of all the people who had been killed by her father, their families.
After hearing about the Mechanical Children program, she instantly decided to join, for she definitely supports anything that was against evil, corruption, and murder. Likes: Roses, lolita fashion, victorian fashion, snow, theater, cats, the idea of love, romance, and loyalty. Dislikes: The color purple, acne, facial hair, rebound, takers, liars, herself, wolves, her father.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 11:31 pm
Drake Arcane Nocturne     
Casual, formal, work, band, and armorNightstalker Arcanum here's my characters background history if you need anything else please let me know when you have a moment. Name: Drake Arcane Nocturne, AKA Anima Requiem Username: Nightstalker Arcanum Race: Cyborg Occupation: inventor/mechanic, cybernetic repair, vigilante Where I live: tech and wrench a repair and maintenance shop, there are many refurbished parts for older tech as well as well as many newer models. Pet/s: an assortment of mechanical pets built by him but most are deactivated. Current activated bot-ler mk000 (no model number exist anymore some believe it is a limited prototype) “aka Patchwork named by drake much to the robots dismay“, g bot currently an accessory to bot-ler during missions. “Koenig” a robotic sentry dog one of the new models recently released. Other “pets” that drake has are a few to gaian sized models of gunguy and Krieger they stand as not only as greeters to patrons, they can be called on as security should they need be needed for the shop or for backup on missions (mostly they aid as shields and extra armaments for anima requiem. Age: 25 Height: 6 foot even, in armor 6’10 About Me/History: Drake was born in Aekea and for most of his life he excelled in his robotics and cybernetic classes. Graduating at an early age he began a tenure with a doctor that claimed he was going to change the world with his robotics. Little did he know the “good” doctor was in fact planning to assist in the now famous Robot revolution. Drake found out shortly before the doctor could finish their project of a massive mechanical robot (similar to the one from the summer event). In doing so he was caught in the explosion losing his arms and severely burning and scaring the left side of his face. After years of recovery he left Aekea in shame knowing that his creation could have killed everyone. For several years he lived from place to place traveling under aliases in case anyone should remember him. It wasn’t until recently he stumbled across a strange object in an abandoned military facility. His curiosity in the object told him to inspect the strange white and blue device and placed it on his arm. The object activated locking onto his arm. Astonished by the device he began to test out the functions of it. In doing so activated the armor as he did a figure of a women burst from the device demanding to know where she was and who was. The two talk for many hours to discover that she was from an alien race of Anima and she and many and her people where on a transport vessel of some kind and crash landed on gaia. As they escaped from the ruins of there ship they were captured by gaian military and there gauntlets which were a symbiotic and sacred object where removed, in doing so an accident occurred locking their consciousness of her and possibly her companions inside there gauntlets. Her last memory before being locked away were of soldiers scrambling and screaming about the robots going berserk in Aekea, and then waking up to see Drake wearing her gauntlet and their issuing conversation. Drake feeling a deep sympathy for her decided that they needed to find her body and perhaps any of her companions as well to return them to normal if at all possible. She introduced herself as Nadleeh and that she would aid him with giving him access to her armor. The two began their travel back to Aekea to in hopes, for drake assist in helping this woman and in that restore his belief in himself as a good person, as for Nadleeh restore her body and perhaps learn more about this person she now travels with. Personality : Drake is normally a clam and collected person, many use to say he was a genius of metal and gears. Drake during his journeys has become a skilled combatant as well, he his mostly seen wielding twin blades as his primary weapons there are many occasions were he uses high powered rifles as well. He has a great amount of guilt about his involvement in the revolution. He has made it his personal goal to atone for his mistakes and to do what he can for the victims now that he has returned to Aekea. Likes: music one of his few loves in life, the smell of oil and metal, the latest mechanical updates. Dislikes: the misuse of technology by what he calls “unworthy ones”.
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PQ and Retrostacja Captain
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PQ and Retrostacja Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 2:07 pm
Pieta Knowles
Ex-Pastry Chef
Pieta Knowles Name: Pieta Marie Knowles, "Pie" Username: Pieta Knowles Race: Cyborg human, outward appearance makes you believe otherwise. Occupation: Unemployed, was once a pastry chef. Where I live: Gear Gardens A Pet/s: Once had a robotic pet cat, now none. Age: 21 Height: 5'7 About Me/History: Pieta was once a cheerful baker's assistant at Frogger's Bytes and Bites, dreaming becoming a famous pastry chef. Aekea was her home... at one time... Before the OmniDrink takeover... Now, Pieta has returned from her extended time away in Gambino, working a odd jobs, she's replaced her one handy dandy antique robotic arm with a working model... and looks as if she's changed... The nanobots within her system slowly transformed her into a mixture between android and human... She still prefers the term, "human cyborg", and still is known at "Pie". Pieta is still her smiley, absent-minded, sassy, optimistic self. Hard working and loyal to the core... why else would she return to the city she loved? Maybe it was because... she wanted to get her Aekea back. Likes: Gardening, Baking, Witty retorts, Playing the Sax, The Truth, and Cooking. Dislikes: Being called "robot or android", Snakes, Heat, Being used, Hopelessness, and Lies.
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