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OOC:
Name: Stephen
Are you over 16?: Yessir.
Personal LJ: terricsson
Email: tamalelocokid@hotmail.com
Timezone: EST (GMT -5)
Other contact: terricsson on AIM
Characters already in the game: N/A
How did you find us?: flameofheaven suggested I take someone here during app_this_plz
IC:
Character name: Richezza
Fandom: Original Character
Timeline: End of described backstory
Age: 19 (though technically only 4)
~*Magical*~ abilities and strengths: None. He sucks. He's decently athletic, and is quite good at racing.
How would they use their abilities?: Richezza would use his abilities whenever he really needed to, though he'd probably try to use it for people he befriends.
Appearance: Richezza is usually seen wearing his motocross racing outfit: a typical shirt, pants, and helmet at all times. Plus a pair of racing shoes and gloves. He doesn't usually take the outfit off at all, as it is breathable, stays clean easily, and is comfortable.
But when he does take off his clothes (or at least his helmet), he's not that different. His hair is disheveled (helmet hair) and purple, while his eyes are purple, as well. Heck, all of his bodyhair is purple. So his facial hair is just a little odd-looking. In height, he's about 5"7. He's a little on the short side. In weight, he's around 120lbs, as he tries to be light to go faster on his motorbike.
On his wrist is a darkish flesh-coloured wristband, which is used to cover up a barcode, four letters, and numerous scars over the barcode, as if it was an unsuccessful attempt to hack off the barcode. It is kept hidden at all time, unless he brings it out to show someone, or it's forcefully shown to people.
Background: In the slightly futuristic world that Richezza's from, motocross racing was a popular and widely-enjoyed event. The motocross companies that organized and controlled them were very, very powerful. One day, at a meeting with all the CEO's, a plan was formed and hatched. The most promising and skilled racer at the time was only 16. Unfortunately, he was recently diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. He wouldn't last the rest of the year.
Of course, the CEO's wouldn't have that. They couldn't afford to lose their shining star; their most famous racer. In order to remedy the problem, they secretly hired the top scientists from around the world to try to save him. Despite numerous attempts, nothing worked. Time was ticking down the clock, and a last ditch effort was made. They decided to take the boy's DNA and make clones of him. After a half a year, the clones were completed. The bikers were ready.
Each biker was designed to think only about racing, follow a certain colour, have a certain personality, and look a certain way. They knew people would suspect something if they looked the same, or like the prodigy racer. All the bikers were given a 4-letter indentification code, which also doubled as their names. JRMY was the Red Biker, given the name “Jeremy”. He was the msot successful clone personality-wise and racing-wise. He was the Leader of the group, the one who was Gung-ho about everything. IVAN, the Green Biker, was named Ivan. He was the “angry” one of the clones, always raring to beat some one or start a fight. He was one of the more successful ones. Thirdly, there was the Yellow Biker, MSMU, named Misomaru. He was the intellectual, always wanting to prove himself and tinker with his bike he wasn't perfect, but he was close. Fourth and last, there was RKZA, the Purple Biker, who received the name Richezza. While he was designed to be the “immature-yet-loveable” racer, he was also the most flawed. He was the closest thing to a regular person, complete with his own ideals, morals, and goals. And his biggest goal was to get the hell out of racing.
Every day, day in, day out, they raced. And raced. And raced. After racing, they'd retire to their rooms in the racing colisseum. The other three didn't complain or ask why they raced all the time, but Richezza began to question his “fathers”, the Owner and President of the company. They simply told him that was what he was destined to do, and for a while, he accepted the answer.
Eventually, he became desparate and restless, wanting to get out of racing. He knew that if he tried to escape, they'd kill him, and make a new clone. He spent numerous hours debating what he should do, and formulated a plan to escape. But he needed someone to help him.
That was where his biggest fan, Maria, came in. She claimed that she would do anything for Richezza, anything at all. He met with her privately, asking for help to escape. Initially, she refused his request, because she wanted to see him race more, but when she realized that this was hardly a life for him, she agreed.
According to plan, she waited outside with a van during one of the races, ready to pick up Richezza. Richezza raced as hard as he could until the final lap, where he sped up over a jump, went up a handicap's wheelchair ramp, and crashed out of the lobby, driving into the back of the van. Maria drove as fast as she possibly could, eventually escaping the city and managed to flee from her pursuers. The ironic part was that Richezza had no clue of what to do with his life now.
Unfortunately, a chunk of the moon fell a while later, destroying the world. Richezza ended up on the SS Thor.
During the time Richezza was on board, he learned things about himself, others, other worlds, and made friends. Friends with quite a few people, actually. Seto, Van, Luke, Sync, Cloud, Kay, Youmu, 'Taiyou,' Ran, and a few other people. Of course, he got into a fight or two as well, annoyed his roommates, and had the most fun he possible could. During this time, he learned that ~*~friends are wonderful to have~*~, and that clones should be given basic human rights as well. Richezza also half-heartedly began to search for a job, but because he wasn't really into it, he didn't find one.
He also got turned into a Pokemon for a while, which sort of sucked.
But after that was over, he got sucked into a wormhole and oddly disappeared, only to wake up in a vent some time later.
Personality: Richezza is a brat. He likes to tease people, always poking fun at whatever he can. He can get on peoples' nerves without a ton of effort, but never really means any malice to people. If he goes too far with his teasing, he tries to fix it the best he can.
He hates himself for being a brat, however, since he was essentially programmed to be a brat. Whenever he catches himself being bratty or mean, he closes up and tries to ignore it. When this happens, he takes on a more “chill” personality. He doesn't take much seriously, and relaxes.
Richezza doesn't know much about things, but he's always trying to learn, making him very curious. Being locked up for most of his life made him uneducated about many things. It's something he wishes to fix, trying his best at anything he can, completing new things little by little.
One thing he's bad at is lying about himself in detail. For example, if he was being questioned as to why he was near a bucket of water that fell on someone's head, he'd lie and say he wasn't there. What he can't lie well about is his past. As he's - in a sense - on the run from the company, he doesn't like being questioned this. He becomes snappy and rude, trying to ignore or get away from the person who asked.
The other thing he becomes snippy about is being asked about the wristband on his arm, if it's noticed. Upon being asked what it is, he'll casually say, “It's nothing”. If pressed forwards, he becomes hostile and angry, moreso than when being asked about his past.
Richezza doesn't know much about love or romance. When presented with it, he doesn't know what to do. He's uneducated in anything related to it, though he knows what both gender's sexual organs are for. He doesn't react well to foreign touching, as it's an invasion of personal space to him. He'll probably punch someone in the face who tried.
Despite being clueless about how to love or be romantic, he does find the idea of someone who wants to protect him a very appealing idea. And since he's uneducated in how to be “romantic”, he usually just teases whoever he likes, really just wanting their attention.
And what an attention-lover he is. He loves to be the center of attention, though he shows enough self-control to restrain himself from rudely out-shining someone who already has everyone else's attention.
Richezza likes to race on occasion, despite his past. But he always enjoys the thrill of hurtling through the air on a bike, the wind rushing by him. He likes to talk with people and learn about life, since he didn't get a great start to his own. He likes to eat sweet things, and isn't a big fan of extremely spicy foods. While he can't swim very well, he likes to play in pools or beaches, simply floundering around in the shallows.
His minor fears include being locked up, being hurt badly in a fight, being ignored by someone he likes, being rushed at with a bike, and an excess of blood. His biggest fear, however, is not being accepted by a person he tells his true story to, which rarely, rarely, ever happens.
And on one last, final note, he feels an odd kinship with humanoid-but-not-quite-human people, due to being a clone.
Why should that character be in this game: Because I'll be your best friiiend Gargleblasted looks like a lot of fun. It'd be interesting to see how Richezza would react to finding out the world he disliked so much was destroyed, as well as allowing him a new opportunity at living his life.
Have you read up on how the game works?: What is the name of the Guide plug-in that allows characters to communicate with each other? Also, name three ways your character can earn money on the ship?
The plug-in is named FlamingFerret. A character can earn money through missions which have varying pay, through theft, or by simply mooching off of their friends.
1st person sample:
(This is from an old application to a different game.)
VOICE
...Okay, so. Uh. How'd I end up in here? This makes no sense. I remember fleeing with Maria, and the van was getting shot at, but we got away. They couldn't have brought me back, that doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense right now! And... I think the ocean's outside. ...Am I on a boat? This is just too weird. I've never actually been on a boat before. If this is a boat, this is so awesome. I've only seen pictures of the ocean. Man, where's the door? I'm so excited! I'm gonna get to see fish and waves and whales and stuff!
3rd person sample:
(This is also from an old application somewhere else.)
This was definitely a weird day for Richezza. It wasn't that he was so surprised to wake up in a strange and unfamiliar place, it was the fact that he was looking out his window into a wide open space of ocean. He'd never seen the ocean before, since he'd never left the colisseum.
He stood up slowly, feeling a little disoriented in the odd room. He checked his arms and legs, seeing that everything was still there, his clothes and everything. But that was all he had. Though he wished he still had his beloved bike, Jamaica, it was a small price to pay to be here - wherever “here” was.
“...The price?” he asked aloud, beginning to wonder how he got here. What else did he lose to be here? How did he get here in the first place? Why couldn't he remember any of this? It was all too much to think about at once.
This place seemed to have technology unlike anything he'd seen before, despite having been in the lab with the scientists multiple times. He looked around, investigating all the little nooks and crannies, seeing if he could find anything. No dice.
He sighed as he sat back down on the bed, sitting crosslegged now. The bed was surprisingly comfy, much to his enjoyment. “Better than that excuse of a chunk of foam,” he muttered, smiling to himself.
Reconsidering his current uninformed state seemed like a better idea. He was sure that the company had nothing to do with this, so it didn't really bother him. Perhaps there were other people here, too! It was always interesting to meet new people, considering that he knew everyone back at home too well to his liking. Except for Maria.
“...I hope you're alright, Maria.” He frowned a bit, picked up a pillow, and hugged it to his chest. It was a bit distressing, losing his first and only friend all suddenly. But perhaps it was for the best.
Richezza took off his helmet, rubbed his temples, and really began to think hard. “...Okay. So. Uh. How'd I end up here?”
Questions?: Nah.
Did you put your character's name and fandom in the subject: YUP.
Name: Stephen
Are you over 16?: Yessir.
Personal LJ: terricsson
Email: tamalelocokid@hotmail.com
Timezone: EST (GMT -5)
Other contact: terricsson on AIM
Characters already in the game: N/A
How did you find us?: flameofheaven suggested I take someone here during app_this_plz
IC:
Character name: Richezza
Fandom: Original Character
Timeline: End of described backstory
Age: 19 (though technically only 4)
~*Magical*~ abilities and strengths: None. He sucks. He's decently athletic, and is quite good at racing.
How would they use their abilities?: Richezza would use his abilities whenever he really needed to, though he'd probably try to use it for people he befriends.
Appearance: Richezza is usually seen wearing his motocross racing outfit: a typical shirt, pants, and helmet at all times. Plus a pair of racing shoes and gloves. He doesn't usually take the outfit off at all, as it is breathable, stays clean easily, and is comfortable.
But when he does take off his clothes (or at least his helmet), he's not that different. His hair is disheveled (helmet hair) and purple, while his eyes are purple, as well. Heck, all of his bodyhair is purple. So his facial hair is just a little odd-looking. In height, he's about 5"7. He's a little on the short side. In weight, he's around 120lbs, as he tries to be light to go faster on his motorbike.
On his wrist is a darkish flesh-coloured wristband, which is used to cover up a barcode, four letters, and numerous scars over the barcode, as if it was an unsuccessful attempt to hack off the barcode. It is kept hidden at all time, unless he brings it out to show someone, or it's forcefully shown to people.
Background: In the slightly futuristic world that Richezza's from, motocross racing was a popular and widely-enjoyed event. The motocross companies that organized and controlled them were very, very powerful. One day, at a meeting with all the CEO's, a plan was formed and hatched. The most promising and skilled racer at the time was only 16. Unfortunately, he was recently diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. He wouldn't last the rest of the year.
Of course, the CEO's wouldn't have that. They couldn't afford to lose their shining star; their most famous racer. In order to remedy the problem, they secretly hired the top scientists from around the world to try to save him. Despite numerous attempts, nothing worked. Time was ticking down the clock, and a last ditch effort was made. They decided to take the boy's DNA and make clones of him. After a half a year, the clones were completed. The bikers were ready.
Each biker was designed to think only about racing, follow a certain colour, have a certain personality, and look a certain way. They knew people would suspect something if they looked the same, or like the prodigy racer. All the bikers were given a 4-letter indentification code, which also doubled as their names. JRMY was the Red Biker, given the name “Jeremy”. He was the msot successful clone personality-wise and racing-wise. He was the Leader of the group, the one who was Gung-ho about everything. IVAN, the Green Biker, was named Ivan. He was the “angry” one of the clones, always raring to beat some one or start a fight. He was one of the more successful ones. Thirdly, there was the Yellow Biker, MSMU, named Misomaru. He was the intellectual, always wanting to prove himself and tinker with his bike he wasn't perfect, but he was close. Fourth and last, there was RKZA, the Purple Biker, who received the name Richezza. While he was designed to be the “immature-yet-loveable” racer, he was also the most flawed. He was the closest thing to a regular person, complete with his own ideals, morals, and goals. And his biggest goal was to get the hell out of racing.
Every day, day in, day out, they raced. And raced. And raced. After racing, they'd retire to their rooms in the racing colisseum. The other three didn't complain or ask why they raced all the time, but Richezza began to question his “fathers”, the Owner and President of the company. They simply told him that was what he was destined to do, and for a while, he accepted the answer.
Eventually, he became desparate and restless, wanting to get out of racing. He knew that if he tried to escape, they'd kill him, and make a new clone. He spent numerous hours debating what he should do, and formulated a plan to escape. But he needed someone to help him.
That was where his biggest fan, Maria, came in. She claimed that she would do anything for Richezza, anything at all. He met with her privately, asking for help to escape. Initially, she refused his request, because she wanted to see him race more, but when she realized that this was hardly a life for him, she agreed.
According to plan, she waited outside with a van during one of the races, ready to pick up Richezza. Richezza raced as hard as he could until the final lap, where he sped up over a jump, went up a handicap's wheelchair ramp, and crashed out of the lobby, driving into the back of the van. Maria drove as fast as she possibly could, eventually escaping the city and managed to flee from her pursuers. The ironic part was that Richezza had no clue of what to do with his life now.
Unfortunately, a chunk of the moon fell a while later, destroying the world. Richezza ended up on the SS Thor.
During the time Richezza was on board, he learned things about himself, others, other worlds, and made friends. Friends with quite a few people, actually. Seto, Van, Luke, Sync, Cloud, Kay, Youmu, 'Taiyou,' Ran, and a few other people. Of course, he got into a fight or two as well, annoyed his roommates, and had the most fun he possible could. During this time, he learned that ~*~friends are wonderful to have~*~, and that clones should be given basic human rights as well. Richezza also half-heartedly began to search for a job, but because he wasn't really into it, he didn't find one.
He also got turned into a Pokemon for a while, which sort of sucked.
But after that was over, he got sucked into a wormhole and oddly disappeared, only to wake up in a vent some time later.
Personality: Richezza is a brat. He likes to tease people, always poking fun at whatever he can. He can get on peoples' nerves without a ton of effort, but never really means any malice to people. If he goes too far with his teasing, he tries to fix it the best he can.
He hates himself for being a brat, however, since he was essentially programmed to be a brat. Whenever he catches himself being bratty or mean, he closes up and tries to ignore it. When this happens, he takes on a more “chill” personality. He doesn't take much seriously, and relaxes.
Richezza doesn't know much about things, but he's always trying to learn, making him very curious. Being locked up for most of his life made him uneducated about many things. It's something he wishes to fix, trying his best at anything he can, completing new things little by little.
One thing he's bad at is lying about himself in detail. For example, if he was being questioned as to why he was near a bucket of water that fell on someone's head, he'd lie and say he wasn't there. What he can't lie well about is his past. As he's - in a sense - on the run from the company, he doesn't like being questioned this. He becomes snappy and rude, trying to ignore or get away from the person who asked.
The other thing he becomes snippy about is being asked about the wristband on his arm, if it's noticed. Upon being asked what it is, he'll casually say, “It's nothing”. If pressed forwards, he becomes hostile and angry, moreso than when being asked about his past.
Richezza doesn't know much about love or romance. When presented with it, he doesn't know what to do. He's uneducated in anything related to it, though he knows what both gender's sexual organs are for. He doesn't react well to foreign touching, as it's an invasion of personal space to him. He'll probably punch someone in the face who tried.
Despite being clueless about how to love or be romantic, he does find the idea of someone who wants to protect him a very appealing idea. And since he's uneducated in how to be “romantic”, he usually just teases whoever he likes, really just wanting their attention.
And what an attention-lover he is. He loves to be the center of attention, though he shows enough self-control to restrain himself from rudely out-shining someone who already has everyone else's attention.
Richezza likes to race on occasion, despite his past. But he always enjoys the thrill of hurtling through the air on a bike, the wind rushing by him. He likes to talk with people and learn about life, since he didn't get a great start to his own. He likes to eat sweet things, and isn't a big fan of extremely spicy foods. While he can't swim very well, he likes to play in pools or beaches, simply floundering around in the shallows.
His minor fears include being locked up, being hurt badly in a fight, being ignored by someone he likes, being rushed at with a bike, and an excess of blood. His biggest fear, however, is not being accepted by a person he tells his true story to, which rarely, rarely, ever happens.
And on one last, final note, he feels an odd kinship with humanoid-but-not-quite-human people, due to being a clone.
Why should that character be in this game: Because I'll be your best friiiend Gargleblasted looks like a lot of fun. It'd be interesting to see how Richezza would react to finding out the world he disliked so much was destroyed, as well as allowing him a new opportunity at living his life.
Have you read up on how the game works?: What is the name of the Guide plug-in that allows characters to communicate with each other? Also, name three ways your character can earn money on the ship?
The plug-in is named FlamingFerret. A character can earn money through missions which have varying pay, through theft, or by simply mooching off of their friends.
1st person sample:
(This is from an old application to a different game.)
VOICE
...Okay, so. Uh. How'd I end up in here? This makes no sense. I remember fleeing with Maria, and the van was getting shot at, but we got away. They couldn't have brought me back, that doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense right now! And... I think the ocean's outside. ...Am I on a boat? This is just too weird. I've never actually been on a boat before. If this is a boat, this is so awesome. I've only seen pictures of the ocean. Man, where's the door? I'm so excited! I'm gonna get to see fish and waves and whales and stuff!
3rd person sample:
(This is also from an old application somewhere else.)
This was definitely a weird day for Richezza. It wasn't that he was so surprised to wake up in a strange and unfamiliar place, it was the fact that he was looking out his window into a wide open space of ocean. He'd never seen the ocean before, since he'd never left the colisseum.
He stood up slowly, feeling a little disoriented in the odd room. He checked his arms and legs, seeing that everything was still there, his clothes and everything. But that was all he had. Though he wished he still had his beloved bike, Jamaica, it was a small price to pay to be here - wherever “here” was.
“...The price?” he asked aloud, beginning to wonder how he got here. What else did he lose to be here? How did he get here in the first place? Why couldn't he remember any of this? It was all too much to think about at once.
This place seemed to have technology unlike anything he'd seen before, despite having been in the lab with the scientists multiple times. He looked around, investigating all the little nooks and crannies, seeing if he could find anything. No dice.
He sighed as he sat back down on the bed, sitting crosslegged now. The bed was surprisingly comfy, much to his enjoyment. “Better than that excuse of a chunk of foam,” he muttered, smiling to himself.
Reconsidering his current uninformed state seemed like a better idea. He was sure that the company had nothing to do with this, so it didn't really bother him. Perhaps there were other people here, too! It was always interesting to meet new people, considering that he knew everyone back at home too well to his liking. Except for Maria.
“...I hope you're alright, Maria.” He frowned a bit, picked up a pillow, and hugged it to his chest. It was a bit distressing, losing his first and only friend all suddenly. But perhaps it was for the best.
Richezza took off his helmet, rubbed his temples, and really began to think hard. “...Okay. So. Uh. How'd I end up here?”
Questions?: Nah.
Did you put your character's name and fandom in the subject: YUP.