Imitation Project [Kirby's 1000th OOC Post]

[Sweetie Belle]

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[spoiler=Plot]
The average human has twenty-three pairs of chromosomes: twenty-two autosomes and one pair of sex chromosomes. For years, researchers have studied the human genome and have theorized different ways to edit it to make it better. Recently, an underground group called the Imitation Project has been altering the DNA of eggs and sperm in an attempt to enhance humans. The result was somewhat of a success. The first child born, a boy, was a great achievement. He was able to alter the very fabric of space and time to his own whim. He was the equivalent of a god. But he had to be kept secret. This kind of knowledge was not something made for humankind yet.

All was fine. The first Imitation, dubbed White, lived inside the institution. He never left; he had never seen the outside world. But he was satisfied. He could make his own worlds. He often created scenarios and different encounters based on what he felt that day. But there was one problem, however. He was lonely. He rarely interacted with other people. The researchers were either at their own homes or doing research. He was always by himself.

Over the Christmas break, he was left alone to attend the lab facility. It was here he came up with a brilliant idea. He skimmed through the research papers, and came up with the idea to make another like him. He got together everything he needed and after constant recombination, he created a partner. She named her Black. She was different, however. She was born with an adult body. She had all the knowledge that White had. She was not able to warp space and time as White could, but she was able to begin, end, and resurrect life at her will.

When the researchers returned, they were surprised that their creation was able to create another Imitation. They were ecstatic. They were asked to procreate. However, the researchers learned a new aspect about Imitations. They are sterile, and cannot reproduce naturally. So then they began making new Imitations the way that they had made White. Different Imitations with different abilities were created. White and Black were happy that they had new people to interact with. But with people came sin.

One Imitation wandered into the outside world. He encountered sin. Gluttony, wrath, lust, temptation, he learned these, and returned to the facility. These sins infected a portion of the rest, and soon they became divided. The ones who had fallen to sin were collectively known as the [i]defectum aemulentur[/i], better known as Defectives, and were scheduled for elimination. The Defectives escaped the facility, and have begun to live among the normal people. [i]Pius aemulentur[/i], or Loyals, which were Imitations that still follow the commands of the Researchers, but were not affected by sin, were sent to capture the Defectives and have them return to the facility. The remaining faction, [i]purissimo aemulentur[/i], or Pures, did not go to capture Defectives, but left the facility. They are the most unbiased faction, and they act as police. They try to prevent the Loyals from capturing the Defectives, while keeping the Defectives in line.

This is where our story begins….. Who are you with?

[/spoiler][spoiler=Our Story Thus Far…..]
We haven’t started yet. Read the plot for now.
[LINK TO IC – COMING SOON]

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[b]Physical Age: [/b](If someone were to look at you character, about how old he/she would think your character is)
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[b][u]ALL ABOUT ME[/u][/b]

[b]Ability: [/b](What powers you have. Don’t be too broad.)
[b]Level of Control: [/b](How well can you control your power? On a scale of 1-10)
[b]Faction: [/b](Pure, Loyal, or Defective)
[b]Story: [/b](When someone asks about your past, what do you tell them? At least 150 words)
[b]Bio: [/b](What kind of life are you living now? At least 100 words)
[b]Morals: [/b](What kind of person are you? What shapes your decisions? At least 100 words)
[b]Hobbies: [/b](List at least 2)

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[b][u]ALL ABOUT ME[/u][/b]

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[/spoiler][spoiler=Oh, and the Rules]
*Advanced Clause and stuff.
*No God-mod and stuff.
*Stuff, stuff, stuff.
*It’s common sense, people.
*Karma rule (You kill another character, you die. Or worse.)
*One-warning policy.
*Other stuff.

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[b]Username - Character - Faction[/b]
*Demon Lord Ghirahim - White - Pure
*Flandre Scarlet - Scarkaiser - Pure
*BLUR - Blue - Loyal
*-Dharc- - Misery - Pure
*Kio-kun - Liquid - Defective

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[Big Bad Pennar]

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[b]Username:[/b] Flandre Scarlet
[b]Date Joined:[/b] (Assuming Join date to YCM) 3/7/08 (If for this RP) 2/2/11
[b]Brony?: [/b] No

[b][u]BASIC CHARACTER INFORMATION[/u][/b]

[b]Name:[/b] Scarkaiser
[b]Cover Name: [/b]Danielle "Ghost River" Avines
[b]Physical Age: [/b]46
[b]Chronological Age: [/b]4
[b]Identification Card Age: [/b]30
[b]Gender: [/b]Female
[b]Height:[/b] 6'
[b]Weight:[/b] 115 pounds
[b]Hair Color:[/b] White
[b]Eye Color:[/b] White
[b]Body Type:[/b] She does not look fat or skinny, despite her little weight, This baffles most, if not all of her doctors.
[b]Ethnicity:[/b] White
[b]Clothing Choice:[/b] She always dresses into something that is made from a breathable cloth, because when she uses her powers with most clothes, They end up shredded. She specifically wears a very breathable and very long Red dress...

[b][u]ALL ABOUT ME[/u][/b]

[b]Ability: [/b]She has the Ability to move so fast that she can quite literally merge with the air around her and control it. This ability also allows her to throw a lot more powerful punches that she looks capable of. Her power over wind somehow allows her to tell other people's Fortunes, a skill that she grows fond of having, and one she shows to other people a lot, Including the "Muggles" (Since this is a Masquerade-type RP, I will be using the term "Muggle" here), Her Fortune-Telling ability is not inate, therefore she uses this ability a lot...
[b]Level of Control: [/b]6, She has already mastered her ability to turn up the power of her punches by using her speed to punch multiple times while looking like a single punch, however, She can only hold up her Wind-Melding for 15 seconds. Her Fortune Telling Ability actually has a 9.5, as in a 95% chance of her prediction comes true...
[b]Faction: [/b]Pure
[b]Story: [/b]"The Story of my life is rather... complicated... I was born as a Complete Albino, White eyes, White Hair, White skin, You know how it goes. When I was 13, Both my parents died in a car accident after crashing into a pole in the middle of nowhere. I was crying, trying to call for help with my mother's cellphone, only to find it was busted to pieces. Suddenly, I was approached by a old friend, he told me that I had a gift, which was my ability to tell fortunes, and took me into his family, It was then I found out my parent's deaths was almost premeditated cause people were jealous of their Absolute predictions, and that they had ran a family business using their abilities to predict other people's futures. People call me 'Ghost River' because some people believe that I was lying about being born an Albino, and was turned into one because of 'The Ghosts that flood into me when I make a fortune to tell me that fortune', To be honest, I sorta like that Nickname..."
[b]Bio: [/b]Scarkaiser was the odd one out of the most of the Imitations, She was actually born with Blue eyes and Black Hair, until she started running, When she first ran, she found out her power shortly after crashing into a wall, She had ran so fast that All of the color left her eyes, Skin, and Hair. Finding out as she toned down her speed to prevent her from becoming "Whiter than an Albino", She also found that her powers took another part, as in Melding with an Controlling the surrounding air as she ran. After developing her powers, She wanted to have a normal life and took Fortune-Telling Lessons after leaving the institution...
[b]Morals: [/b]Her conscience is driven to make her as normal as possible, She doesn't use her powers unless she absolutely has to, She is very good-willed and generous, and such, she will help people if it's within her power to do so. She does not like having to use her own powers outside of a fight, as well as being asked about her weight, More or Less since it is because of her rather abnormal almost lack of weight. People are always welcoming to her truthful fortune-telling, which has a 95% chance of happening when she tells other people's fortunes. When fighting, She is rather easily calmed by the smell of Roses.
[b]Hobbies: [/b]She loves Fortune-Telling a lot, but in addition to fortune-telling, She loves to listen to music
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[Sweetie Belle]

Hmm, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it... Accepted.

[BLUR]

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[b]Username: Blur[/b]
[b]Date Joined: [/b][color=#5A5A5A][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=2]08 Oct 2008[/size][/font][/color]
[b]Brony?: huh?[/b]

[b][u]BASIC CHARACTER INFORMATION[/u][/b]

[b]Name: Blue [/b]
[b]Cover Name: Theo Neptune[/b]
[b]Physical Age: 26[/b]
[b]Chronological Age: 6[/b]
[b]Identification Card Age: 30[/b]
[b]Gender: Male[/b]
[b]Height: 6'2[/b]
[b]Weight: 165[/b]
[b]Hair Color: Silver[/b]
[b]Eye Color: Blue[/b]
[b][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=2][color=#5a5a5a]Body Type: Built. He has good muscle mass, looking very ripped. He has a small scar over his left eye, stretching down from the top of his eyebrow to the bottom of his eye.[/color][/size][/font][/b]
[b]Ethnicity: White[/b]
[b]Clothing Choice: He wears a tight black shirt, blue jeans and black leather tennis shoes.[/b]

[b][u]ALL ABOUT ME[/u][/b]

[b]Ability: [/b][color=#5A5A5A][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3]Complete control of water. I.E. If he was fighting near a large body of water, he could create a great tidal wave with that water.[/size][/font][/color]
[b]Level of Control: 8[/b]
[b]Faction: [/b][b]Loyal[/b]
[size=4][b][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][color=#5a5a5a]Story: I can't remember my childhood too well, what I do remember is being a mischievous boy. I didn't care for school, except for swim team. I was the best on the team, and if I wasn't NL, I would have been able to win national championships for my team. But soon, my parents sent me to a boarding school to be disciplined. It worked, and at age 19, I joined the U.S. Navy. But after only a year of work, I was asked to join the Navy Seals, the greatest soldiers in the entire U.S. Army. I received an honorable discharge at age 29, for expiration of term of service, after i decided not to rejoin. I now live the life of a retired soldier, and have barely anything going on in my life. I have decided not to go back to work, as i could not find any current job i can take that would be as exciting as my previous one.[/color][/font][/b][/size]
[b]Bio: [color=#5A5A5A][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3]Blue was one of the first few imitations created by black and white, thereby explaining his name. He was very fond of his siblings. But once one of them had gone to the outside world, creating the Defectives, he had lost his love for Imitations, and replaced it with hate. Of course, he still worked with Loyals, but it would never be the same. To know that Imitations had such destructive potential, he knew only one thing. They must all be killed. And by joining the cause of the Loyals he knew he would soon accomplish his own goal. And once he did, he would have to kill his own Loyal brethren too, for the good of the world...[/size][/font][/color][/b]
[b]Morals: Blue is a man of many morals, but he is not one who is against killing. He wont kill the defenseless, and always engages in fair battles. However, he is not against fighting and/or killing female imitations, because they have powers just like males, and he sees them no differently. Blue will never use dirty methods to fight. He will always formally challenge someone before attacking. His emotions to not guide his decisions, and he only thinks with his mind and only uses logic and his experience to guide him in his daily life and in fights.[/b]
[b]Hobbies: Swimming, Competitions of strength (Such as MMA), Chess.[/b]

[Sweetie Belle]

The Morals section only has 97 words, but I'll let that slide for now. I can't see anything else wrong, so accepted.

[Big Bad Pennar]

[quote name='Demon Lord Ghirahim' timestamp='1328309591' post='5797298']
Hmm, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it... Accepted.
[/quote]

I find it hilarious in the fact that I was actually blind to the number of words I was Typing lol

[Ｄｈａｒｃ]

[spoiler=My App]
[b]Username[/b]: -Dharc-
[b]Date Joined[/b]: June 23rd, 2010
[b]Brony?[/b]: Yessiree

[b][u]BASIC CHARACTER INFORMATION[/u][/b]

[b]Name[/b]: Misery
[b]Cover Name[/b]: Rose Blackwood
[b]Physical Age[/b]: 16 yrs — 18 yrs
[b]Chronological Age[/b]: 3 yrs.
[b]Identification Card Age[/b]: 18
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Height[/b]: 5' 10.5"
[b]Weight[/b]: 157 lbs.
[b]Hair Color[/b]: Russet-brown
[b]Eye Color[/b]: Brown
[b]Body Type[/b]: Ectomorphic (thin, with long bones and muscles; not predisposed to muscle-building or fat storage)
[b]Ethnicity[/b]: English Canadian, if we're referring to the donated reproductive cells. European, if we're just talking about his appearance.
[b]Clothing Choice[/b]: He wears a lot of pop-culture and geek-culture shirts, and he has a habit of wearing clothing that is warmer than what is generally appropriate (i.e., hooded sweatshirts in the spring). For a basic gist of what his apparel is like, just look on thinkgeek.com

[u][b]ALL ABOUT ME[/b][/u]

[b]Ability[/b]: Misery/Rose has the ability to manipulate energy, to put it simply. He can fire blasts of cobalt energy from any location on his body, which can range in power from that of a simple push to that of a very keen blade swung with incredible force. He can also use this energy to create force-fields, heal wounds, and augment his physical strength.
[b]Level of Control[/b]: 6—He's getting better at using his power in various ways, but he isn't quite skilled at handling it's fluctuating power levels.
[b]Faction[/b]: Pure
[b]Story[/b]: "Rose" was dropped off at an orphanage in British Columbia in the middle of March. He was raised in the orphanage until he was five years old, and was then adopted by a kind couple from Victoria. Rose was homeschooled until he turned sixteen, when his family decided to move to Portland, Oregon, where he lives now. Rose's adoptive parents finally decided to let him attend school, on the condition that it were a private Catholic school. However, Rose did not pay much attention at services or in his Religion class, so he isn't very religious.
When Rose turned seventeen, his parents were killed in a car crash, and he was left on his own for a time. He spent some time on the street before he turned eighteen, when he began working odd jobs around Portland, especially in the...Less than savory areas of the city. He also spent a lot of time in an underground fight club, where he managed to earn some respect around North Portland and make enough money to survive.
[b]Bio[/b]: Misery/Rose works as a guide at the Oregon Zoo, providing tours of the zoo to field trip groups and the like. He lives in an apartment in Southwest Portland, near Washington Park. When he is not working at the zoo, he spends his free time in the International Rose Test Garden in Washington Park, offering visitors knowledge about the garden and the city of Portland in general. He is currently trying to find a girlfriend, as he basically has no humans in his life that he can spend time with (and let's face it, who wouldn't get lonely living a life like that?).
[b]Morals[/b]: Misery/Rose sees it as his duty to be kind to everyone he encounters, as everyone deserves the best if they've done nothing wrong. If he sees anyone in trouble, he will either offer advice or try to physically help them, dependent on what is necessary. Above all else, though, he lives by the philosophy that you should treat everyone the way that you wish to be treated. The main reasoning behind this is the fact that he has nobody in the world who'd be willing to do the same for him, and he doesn't like to think about anyone else living a life like that.
...Also, Misery/Rose has a soft spot for "pretty girls", and really anyone who seems to care even the slightest bit about him.
[b]Hobbies[/b]: Gardening and RPGs
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[Ｄｈａｒｃ]

Alright, I think my app is finished.

[Sweetie Belle]

[quote name='-Dharc-' timestamp='1328575347' post='5801166']
Alright, I think my app is finished.
[/quote]It appears that it is.
Accepted.

[Sweetie Belle]

Bump, guys.

[Yosuke-kun]

[b][u][u]OBLIGATORY THINGS[/u][/u]

Username: [/b]Kio-kun
[b]Date Joined: [/b]June 9 2009
[b]Brony?: [/b]. . . Yes?

[u][b][u]BASIC CHARACTER INFORMATION[/u][/b][/u]

[b]Name: [/b]Liquid
[b]Cover Name: [/b]Ling Chao
[b]Physical Age: [/b]36
[b]Chronological Age: [/b]6
[b]Identification Card Age: [/b]36
[b]Gender: [/b]Definitly a dude bro
[b]Height: [/b]5"9
[b]Weight: [/b]168 lbs.
[b]Hair Color: [/b]Black
[b]Eye Color: [/b]Black
[b]Body Type: [/b]Average sized. Flexible with slightly toned muscles
[b]Ethnicity: [/b]Chinese
[b]Clothing Choice: [/b]Black tee shirt with a melting skull on the chest, jeans and kung-fu shoes. If he's not in that, he wears the standard business outfit.

[u][b][u]ALL ABOUT ME[/u][/b][/u]

[b]Ability: [/b]Chinese Kung-fu. Oh, and he can melt and reform body parts to better meet comands. EX: He can turn his hand into a knife liquify and expand areas of his body as if they were water or tar.
[b]Level of Control: [/b]10
[b]Faction: [/b]Defective
[b]Story: [/b]I came here on an immigration boat from China when I was three. My dad didn't have papers, so we ended up jumping the ship and swimming the last mile to San Francisco. My uncle ran a Chinese food restaurant there, so we started working there. I didn't get into school till I was fifteen and entered high school. Before that my mother home schooled me and taught me English. After high school I went to MIT and studied computer tech eventually getting my Masters degree in the computer security field. Since then, I've been working for a weapons industry by keeping things safe and unbroken there. I moved back to San Fran after my father died to help my mother with the grief. A spent a year there, then left when my mother died. I married a beutiful woman named Marie, butshe decided that she liked my neighbor better, so I left her and started my own security company.
[b]Bio: [/b]As mentioned before, I run a security company. Mostly dealing in camera's and alarms, but we've been expanding into the arms business trying to make tanks and better guns. Admittidly, we have made a few... questionable sales, but the integrity and stability of the business and this country are what comes first. Currently single and rather lonely as well. I've been looking for a new partner, both in business and in pleasure. I don't typically stay in one area too long though, so meeting new people can be hard. I would however, appreciate it if you were to keep your knowledge about me quiet. Just good business.
[b]Morals: [/b]Liquid is entirely motivated by the sins, having been absorbed by the material world. The sins that most moves him are greed, wrath, and lust. He's been involved in more than a few questionable activities in which others come out broke and he claims large sums of money. In addition, his business enemies all seem to turn up dead. The strange part is, the deaths are unable to tracked back to any murderer. They always die the same way too. The victim has a vicious stab wound through the heart, but nobody goes in on the cameras. Mysteriously, his ex-wife and neighbor died the same way. He's known for cheating on his girlfriends in some towns, but always seems to end up with a portion oftheir money before the relationship ends. To sum it up, this dude's sketchy.
[b]Hobbies: [/b]He spends a lot of time in strip clubs and casinos, so woman and gambilng are definitely hobbies.

Every story needs a villain, how's he?

[Sweetie Belle]

It's good, but the bio doesn't meet the 100-word requirement.

[Yosuke-kun]

Fixed it.

[Sweetie Belle]

K, it's in.

[Yosuke-kun]

Alrighty. Thanks.

[ListenToLife]

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[b]Username:[/b] KCnameless
[b]Date Joined:[/b] This account - 1/2/12. Previous Account - 17/7/09
[b]Brony?: [/b] The hell is this?

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[b]Name:[/b] (Going with recurring colour theme) - Grey
[b]Cover Name: [/b]Olly Jefferson
[b]Physical Age: [/b]20
[b]Chronological Age: [/b]5 [sup]1[/sup]/[sub]2[/sub]
[b]Identification Card Age: [/b]23
[b]Gender: [/b]*Looks down* Male - definately Male.
[b]Height: [/b]5'11
[b]Weight: [/b]136 lb
[b]Hair Color: [/b]Light brown
[b]Hair length: [/b]Medium-long. Scruffy.
[b]Eye Color: [/b]Dark Forest green.
[b]Body Type: [/b]A+
[b]Ethnicity: [/b]By appearance/Accent? Northern English.
[b]Clothing Choice:[/b] Dresses in average jeans and blank, dull t-shirts, occasionally with a shirt or jacket over the top, depending on the weather. His clothes are generally indescript and plain, and are often very cheap to accomadate his powers.

[b][u]ALL ABOUT ME[/u][/b]

[b]Ability: [/b]Manipulation of the structure of Bones and the rapid recovery of skin, flesh and bone. AKA, thin wounds heal quite fast.
[b]Level of Control: [/b]7-8 He can manipulate the structure of his own bones incredibly well, able to pull the bones out of his arms and use them as defenses or weaponry. He can also throw some parts of his bones and regrow them. However, he cannot directly effect others with his powers, so he has no healing capabilities when it comes to others. Also, although he can heal most parts of his body, manipulating his bones still causes immense pain, so he dislikes doing it. Most commonly he merely strengthens them to a similar toughness to steel, giving him super human physical capabilities. He cannot heal organs or major arteries veins, and, although he can heal the injuries afterwards, he cannot leave his bones pulled for too long, or else the wounds they make will be left open until the bones are retracted. His natural bone structure, however, is much weaker than an average humans', so he appears physically weaker, and has the symptoms of a violent illness, such as dizzy spells, coughing blood, etc.
He can also manipulate dead bones, and as such can control skeletons and dead bodies, and produce weapons out of the ground and such. Controlling bones outside of his body is much more difficult, but causes no physical harm to himself. Due to this power, he is much more dangerous in a graveyard/cemetery or old battlefield.
[b]Faction: [/b]Defectives
[b]Story: "[/b]I dont have much to tell I'm afraid. My life hadn't been so interesting up until recently. I lived a lonely life in the middle of nowhere, out among the hills of the English countryside. Green as far as the eye could see, except it couldn't see very far due to the hills. My mother had died in childbirth, and my dad worked at a farm over the hill, so I generally helped around the house with my aging Grandmother. I dont remember any outstanding occurences, 'cept the sheep escaping from the farm my father worked at once. It was quite funny, and me and my Grandma watched the farmhands, including my father, running around wildly, trying catch those sheep. We watched for hours and hours, laughing, but they finally did it. And before the sun set, my Grandma invited every single one of those farmhands into the house, and we all ate together. Sausage and chips, it was. All made at the farm over the hill. Haha, those were good times.
But they were the times of a little boy. And they were not to last. At the age of 13, my Grandma died. They say it was merely old age, but I used to think it must have been something else. Occasionally, I would find a spot of blood around the house, and convince myself it was grandma's. I later found out that the spots of blood were just mice that'd made a wrong turn, when I last returned.
Not long after her death, the farm over the hill went bankrupt. Father lost his job, so we had to move. We'd been told America was a mighty fine place to live, and that if we went there, we were sure to find ourselves a new life, but I hadn't wanted a new life. I had wanted my old one. But we moved anyway. The house never did get sold, and I'm pretty sure it's still empty. We left for America the day after my Birthday, on a cold, wet January night. The boat ride took at least a week, and just made me feel worse, for the rain had not let up once. When we arrived at New York City, it was still a cold, wet January night. We stayed in a small motel that night, then left the city, aiming for one of the country states, where we could make a living like we used to. We never made it. We'd barely gotten outta Pennsylvannia when the Bus was attacked. A planned robbery. A large gang attacked us on a quiet lane. 6 people died that night, including my Father.
I was left alone. Left to walk for miles and Miles, continuing along that same, stupid road. I walked for three days on the only sandwich I had in my bag. I finally found a house, barely even a house, in the most lonely of places. It was by a large pool, big enough for another house to fit in, and was about three miles away from the nearest road, with one tree, and no flowers around it. And yet, the old man I met there was content. He taught me how to survive in the wild, how to take care of myself, and how to fight. And I was good. I left the old man, still just as content as he was, and never went back, on my 18th birthday.
[b]Bio: [/b]Since then I've been living in Motels and the like, moving from place to place, minding my own business. I do odd jobs for odd companies, some decent and legal jobs, some indecent and not so legal jobs, but jobs none the less. I do occasional work from gangs and such, and occasional work from higher up. There's no pattern for which jobs are legal. I do the best I can to get by, and live with myself no matter what I end up doing. I dont put my faith in others, I can only do what's best for me alone, and that's how I choose to live. So, I never associate myself with people. I'll do one or two jobs for a guy, and move on. I'm not a team player.
[b]Morals: [/b]As I've said, I dont put my faith in others. I've only been let down. They die, or they leave, and nothing can be done. Even I left. You cant trust anyone but yourself, no matter what they say. Do whatever it takes to survive, that is all you can do. No matter who or what gets in your way, or what you have to do. Survive. The law of the universe. It's the one who survives that takes it all. The victory goes to the survivor. The meat goes to the survivor. We survive, to survive. And that's all there is to it. Winning doesn't matter. If you win and die, what do you get? Nothing. Dont listen to the phrase 'It is better to die on you feet than live on your knees.' They have it backwards. It is better to live on your feet, than die on your knees.
If you cant tell from that, I'm a Sociopath with a lot of Pride, though not enough to stop me from killing people.
[b]Hobbies: [/b]I have very few hobbies. I like to practise my fighting, and I like to listen to my Music. Eating is good too. And making money. And breaking minds. Breaking minds is a fun thing.

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D'you want me to make the story longer?

[Yosuke-kun]

This was kinda dead man... considering Ghirahim hasn't logged on in over 2 months at least.

[ListenToLife]

About a month and a half at most, considering his last post was 20/2/12. And so? I haven't been online since last june, but i decided to suddenly reappear now on a different account. He's not dead, just away at the moment.

[Kakkon_Wolf]

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[u][b]OBLIGATORY THINGS[/b][/u]

[b]Username:[/b] Kakkon_Wolf
[b]Date Joined:[/b] 06-Oct 2008
[b]Brony?:[/b] No idea what that is...

[u][b]BASIC CHARACTER INFORMATION[/b][/u]

[b]Name:[/b] Break
[b]Cover Name:[/b] Gilver Hellstorm
[b]Physical Age: [/b]21
[b]Chronological Age: [/b]6
[b]Identification Card Age:[/b] 22
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Height[/b]: 182cm
[b]Weight:[/b] 79kg
[b]Hair Color:[/b] Dark-brown, dyed black
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Brown-green
[b]Body Type[/b]: Athletic
[b]Ethnicity:[/b] According to heritage information given by Imitation Project files: French-American
[b]Clothing:[/b] Dark, easy-to-move-in, though often accenting with a long, black trench coat.

[u][b]ALL ABOUT ME[/b][/u]

[b]Ability:[/b] Passive: Heightened senses, reflexes, flexibility and stealth; Active: Arsenary Conjuration - Can conjure melee weapons at will, such as daggers, swords, clubs, knuckles and etc...
[b]Level of Control:[/b] Loss of control when greatly angered and starts to chaotically conjure and telekinetically throw weapons around him. This costs him a great deal of energy that can only be restored by literally days of sleep. Maybe 8.
[b]Faction:[/b] Pures
[b]Story: [/b]"Orphaned, and adopted by a family in America when I was about three or four y.o. I was considered a freak for the way I dressed and looked - long hair, black dye, black clothing, pierced tongue and stuff like that, but I still had a lot of friends and they were the most important thing to me. I couldn't think of my life without them. When I was a teenager me and my friends decided on going climbing random trees and hills in the forests around town, I was really good at it, then we started doing it at night and training stealth it turned out I was great at it.I had great hearing, eyesight even in the dark, great sense of smell and I could just sense things if my sight was compromised. My reflexes were also at high levels - even if I hadn't sensed someone I could still dodge him in the last second. It seemed awesome and I didn't stop training and honing my skills, but I never thought I would need them to literally survive. One night I got incredibly pissed at my parents for deciding to sell the house, though it was because we didn't have money, it was still unacceptable to me. I lashed out, started yelling waving my arms around in anger. Suddenly, blades started appearing around me and stabbing them as I yelled. I stopped and calmed down. They were dead. At a legal age for imprisonement - 18, I ran away."
[b]Bio:[/b] "Taking whatever clothes and valuables I could, including some tools of self-defense and all the money in the house. I hid in a basement of a friend, by picking the lock, which was another thing I picked up as a teenager. I stayed there for the night, but unable to sleep I started looking through some of the things I took including some papers and documents. In some of the papers I found references to the "Imitation Project". It seemed I, along with thousands of other "Imitations", was part of this project, or more likely the result. Specific information about the project was scarce, so I had to investigate more. On the morning I grabbed my stuff and sneaked out of the basement unnoticed as last night. I went to an internet café and did some research. The base of operations for the project was in Washington. I bought a bus ticket to Washington and found the building. I used the air ducts to sneak in, got to the nearest computer I could find inside and started looking through data files to find information about myself. Thousands of "immitations" were created here, I just needed to find the right one. "[i]Unit #663 - Designation: Break[/i]" That was me. "[i]Unit seems to have a tendency to using items as weapons and can seemingly materialize them by immagination at will.[/i]" I had the power to create weapons out of thin air and use them. Now, my purpose was even more uncertain but it seems I had to start a new life, but where? "[i]Biological parents: Father - American, Mother - French[/i]" That's it! France is where I should go! And France is where I spent four years of my life, honing my skills for what is most likely to come and still trying to maintain a normal life."
[b]Morals:[/b] Caring greatly for friends, Break would much rather fake laughter with a friend when sad, than laugh alone when happy. He would kill anything and anyone that endangers the life of his friends. Though his health isn't his biggest priority with all the smoking, stress, lack of sleep and training.</span>
[b]Hobbies:[/b] Cooking, smoking, training and hanging out with friends.

I am aware I used the word "friends" one too many times...
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[ListenToLife]

So this is just going to die? I thought this looked quite promising to be honest.

[Kakkon_Wolf]

Me too but...