Got a secret
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Thread Topic: Got a secret
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Wait
I am older than you.
Well still you're a better soaper than me.xD -
Hahaha I doubt that. I'm rusty. But I could use the practice, so... charries?
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Same here, tbh. Yes, of course! I'm just trying to find a good ref.x3
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Okay. I should do the same.
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Name: Niobe 2.4 [Nio]
Age: 40, but has been encased in the capsule for around 22 years, so she believes she is 18.
Edited appearance: Her hair is dark red and her eyes glow bright coral orange-red.
Other: Created by C1's uncle, she served as his assistant for a while before the ban on robots was installed. In an attempt to save her, he deactivated her and stored her in the protected capsule and locked the lab. She is the only of his creations who survived, and probably the only robot in existence.
Other other: Curious and innocent, but when it comes to technology she can become sassy as she knows she knows more about everything than humans. -
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Name: Jamie Bluecroft
Age: 17, going on 18
Other: Jamie likes to pretend that she's a tough and indifferent, but in reality, is extremely guarded and tries to hide her anxiety and borderline depression. This, along with her peers bullying her for her intelligence, is what caused her to fail most of her classes. She prefers to spend her time online, never really bothering to reach out in real life. It's unlikely that anyone will actually try to visit her. -
You kinda have to start, sorry. also she is adorable
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I REFUSE
Also she's like 5'2"
She dropped the suitcase onto the front porch, a bit hesitant at first to do so. The stairs had creaked under the the short girl's weight, which honestly wasn't much, and most of the structure appeared as if it would collapse with a single touch. To her relief, though, her belongings did not cause the wooden porch to crumble beneath her, and instead just created a soft thud. Spare the birdsong coming from the small cluster of trees a few hundred yards away, it was completely silent. Jamie reached into the pocket of her soft, worn hoodie, pulling out an old, silvery key. Sprawled across a tiny piece of paper dangling from the keyring was the house's address. She recognized it as her mother's handwriting as she stepped forward to put it into the little lock, then pushed open the door.
The teen placed her suitcase on the living room floor. Based on the dust covering most of the furniture, no one had been in the house for a matter of years. She didn't seem to think about this peculiar fact for too long, and quickly flopped down on the couch, reaching for her phone. Hopefully, she could get service out here-- nope.
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