Post by RohaHat on Dec 21, 2010 0:57:33 GMT
A.K.A Roha has no free time to be roleplaying in but is finding it hard to look at some of the roleplays here without commenting so she's making her own.
If you can spell and use grammar correctly, then you're free to join, but if I tell you to GTFO then you're doing it wrong.
Preferably, this will be a fan-character's only roleplay. Why? Meh. It's harder to mess up your own character.
I'm using a character of mine by the slightly bizarre numbuh of 6T7T (pronounced sixty-seventy. I think 6T7T looks a bit nicer than 6070 on paper), a member of my FC Sector "WTF". I'm not sure if it's a placeholder name or not.
The plot? Well, uh, 6T7T is second-in-command of his Sector, but also an offense operative of some description. If he can use it to break stuff, then it's his area of expertise. This also includes giant robots made out of junk used to defeat evil adults. ... Actually he's not very good with the robots because he's not the techie of his sector. One particular giant robot made out of junk he was using to defeat an evil adult has given up the ghost some distance from a treehouse, or at least that's what's about to happen to him.
If you're joining this roleplay then maybe you're finding him and either laughing at him or lending him a hand, but feel free to be more creative without straying too far from the plot. But he isn't very social, or in the mood for your crud, helpful or not. He received a distress call moments before the robot crashed so he's under pressure.
And yes, despite my insistence on the presence of good literacy skills, this is the lazy format.
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6T7T: Hah! That was too easy.
*After a fairly swift battle with a group of adults in ridiculous costumes determined to shut down a local fast food chain, Numbuh 6T7T and current pilot of the J.U.N.K.O.Y.O.T.E. (Jeneral Unwanted Nicknack's Knock Out Yodeling Old Tofu Eaters (came up with that just now, I'm pretty proud)) is forced to take the scenic route when his ride suddenly malfunctions*
Computer: WHURRR, WHURRR. WARNING, WARNING.
6T7T: Huh? *presses several buttons, scarcely knowing what he's doing* Quit it!
*the dashboard is more or less unresponsive, except for one screen which is flashing with a distress signal from a nearby KND base, and the machine decides to sprint many miles in the wrong direction before 6T7T can gain control, only for it to completely shut down and collapse onto the ground*
6T7T: *crawls out of the wreckage, coughing and cursing between breathes, standing and brushing off his clothes as he surveys the wreck* ... *lets out an incoherent noise of frustration, not being a boy of many words except for insults, and after maybe half a minute of making more infuriated sounds like this, approaches the bot again to start surveying the damage and try to at least repair the communications terminal*
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(OOC: If you need a visual aid, he's about average height for an eleven year old, in shape for an eleven year old (but he's actually ten years old), a bit tan, with dark hair that's a bit too long and always fallen into his eyes. He has a horizontally striped brown and beige long-sleeved shirt and straight cut medium brown jeans, and black shoes. He's not all that remarkable in appearance.)
If you can spell and use grammar correctly, then you're free to join, but if I tell you to GTFO then you're doing it wrong.
Preferably, this will be a fan-character's only roleplay. Why? Meh. It's harder to mess up your own character.
I'm using a character of mine by the slightly bizarre numbuh of 6T7T (pronounced sixty-seventy. I think 6T7T looks a bit nicer than 6070 on paper), a member of my FC Sector "WTF". I'm not sure if it's a placeholder name or not.
The plot? Well, uh, 6T7T is second-in-command of his Sector, but also an offense operative of some description. If he can use it to break stuff, then it's his area of expertise. This also includes giant robots made out of junk used to defeat evil adults. ... Actually he's not very good with the robots because he's not the techie of his sector. One particular giant robot made out of junk he was using to defeat an evil adult has given up the ghost some distance from a treehouse, or at least that's what's about to happen to him.
If you're joining this roleplay then maybe you're finding him and either laughing at him or lending him a hand, but feel free to be more creative without straying too far from the plot. But he isn't very social, or in the mood for your crud, helpful or not. He received a distress call moments before the robot crashed so he's under pressure.
And yes, despite my insistence on the presence of good literacy skills, this is the lazy format.
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6T7T: Hah! That was too easy.
*After a fairly swift battle with a group of adults in ridiculous costumes determined to shut down a local fast food chain, Numbuh 6T7T and current pilot of the J.U.N.K.O.Y.O.T.E. (Jeneral Unwanted Nicknack's Knock Out Yodeling Old Tofu Eaters (came up with that just now, I'm pretty proud)) is forced to take the scenic route when his ride suddenly malfunctions*
Computer: WHURRR, WHURRR. WARNING, WARNING.
6T7T: Huh? *presses several buttons, scarcely knowing what he's doing* Quit it!
*the dashboard is more or less unresponsive, except for one screen which is flashing with a distress signal from a nearby KND base, and the machine decides to sprint many miles in the wrong direction before 6T7T can gain control, only for it to completely shut down and collapse onto the ground*
6T7T: *crawls out of the wreckage, coughing and cursing between breathes, standing and brushing off his clothes as he surveys the wreck* ... *lets out an incoherent noise of frustration, not being a boy of many words except for insults, and after maybe half a minute of making more infuriated sounds like this, approaches the bot again to start surveying the damage and try to at least repair the communications terminal*
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(OOC: If you need a visual aid, he's about average height for an eleven year old, in shape for an eleven year old (but he's actually ten years old), a bit tan, with dark hair that's a bit too long and always fallen into his eyes. He has a horizontally striped brown and beige long-sleeved shirt and straight cut medium brown jeans, and black shoes. He's not all that remarkable in appearance.)