rp anyone?
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Thread Topic: rp anyone?
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C1 is a cyborg and has been sheltered his whole life, never going to school or getting a job like most people his age. But when the company that created him upgraded to a newer version he was fired and told to leave immediately. C1 now has to go to high school to learn more about the real world. All he wants to do is fulfill his mission, but he meets C2, someone who could change his mind entirely and make him reinvent his idea of love. Are C1 and C2 meant to be? Or is C1's heart too industrial for a happily ever after?
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you can be C1 or C2 if you want to be C1 put down male under gender please
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C2?
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are you asking who C2 is or if you want to be C2? yes you can be C2 and C2 is the person the cyborg falls in love with
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If I could be c2.
Name: Wendy Pines
Age: 17
Gender:Female
Appearance: Reddish brown hair with oak brown eyes and pale skin and freckles. Tall. Hair to the small of her back.Long limbs.
Personality:Sporty, Suirvivam Smarts, Outdoorsy. Likes science and mechanics.
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sounds good you can be Wendy and I'll be the cyborg
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Mkay you start?
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Name: Ceres
Age: Ageless
Appearance: Average height, messy white hair, metal plate over face, light grey eyes, pale, white buttoned up shirt, black pants, black high tops, one loose wire on his ankle he fidgets with occasionally, and mechanical fingers
Personality: Obviously robot like and seems cold, intellegent, and quiet.
Other: Speaks many different languages, plays instruments really well -
alrighty)
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Ceres walked up to the school doors, walking with perfect posture. He could sense the teenagers staring at him from behind, but he ignored them. Once he was inside, he took out his class schedule and skimmed over it. He then started walking to math class.
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Wendy Pines hummed as she made her way to class. She got there way before Ceres and sat near the back adjusting her green plaid button up. She chuckled at the mud tracks she made with her brown boots and pulled her pocket knife out and cleaned out from under fingernails with the switch blade
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Ceres casually sat down in the nearest seat. He set down his neatly stacked folders and fidgeted with his loose cord, humming a Mozart piece.
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