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@Firebrand

Adam <– made adam if i stepped out of the boundaries please tell me and i will fix it ASAP ~ Vielen Dank

@Dawg

(I'm not sure why but @Firebrand your character won't show up, like as in the page doesn't exist and it just goes to my content, maybe it's just my computer but ya)

@Penelope L

(@aesthetic Okay! Sorry!)

@aesthetic

(Yeah it's on private.)

@Firebrand

(i'll fix that sorry.)

@Firebrand

Adam <– try this one

@Dawg

(It worked! Adam seems great, but why is his nickname "Atom"? Also, is his mom a cat? What is his masters degree in?)

@Firebrand

(Adam is SUPER into science so the nickname Atom soon appeared. his 'parents' treat him like garbage hence his attempt at avoiding conversations. i got distracted but he has a masters degree in computer sciences. i'm also changing his distinguishable marks to include scars able to be seen under his fur but fur has still grown over them. Adam was also adopted but his biological mother and father were cat hybrids, these human parents don't care about him and only care about their biological child. still new to this and haven't ever really created a character before)

@Dawg

(Soooo, does everyone have their characters? Any last minute things to add? If not, lets start roleplaying!)

@Firebrand

(i think everyone is ready.)

Jessemiah

Oh no, am I here too late??

@Firebrand

(not sure)

@Dawg

(Jessemiah, you are never to late! You can totally join!)

@Firebrand

(should we start or?)

@Dawg

(Sorry guys i have been crazy busy with school, if one of you guys wants to start go ahead)

@Firebrand

Adam begins to pack up his things when he is tripped by a group of kids. "What's wrong freak?" one of them ask they all walk away as Adam scrambles to pick up the now broken pieces of a clock work bot.

@Dawg

Juniper turns as she sees a kid get tripped. Though she feels bad she doesn't want trouble, especially from this group of people. "He's fine." She whispers to herself, "You don't need to intervene." She gathered her stuff from the locker and hurried to science. That class always improved her mood, even when they took tests. In her hurry she dropped a book when turning to get it she slammed full force into a small human freshman who was called Nicole. "Sorry!" Juniper said as she grabbed her book and walked to class. Nicole just looked as Juniper disappeared. When in class Juniper pulled out a small black device with a large crack running through one of the powering systems. She then reached across the table for a tiny silver metal pole and a glass circle and then ran them both through her hands. The kid next to her glanced over. "What are you doing?" He asked. Juniper glared at him and then went back to her work. She slowly rubbed the glass until it was smooth with the oils from her hand and then placed it on the device. As soon as the metal pole connected the glass and the device, the device sparked to life and the crack mended. "Holy frick!" The kid next to her said. She shoved the device into her backpack and then looked up at the teacher as class started.

@Penelope L

Nicole stared after the girl who rammed into her and resisted the urge to shout after her. Upperclassmen didn't know how much getting body-slammed hurt. She grinned at the thought of having one of the boys who usually picked on the who builds robots spend a day in her life; they wouldn't be able to survive. The poor kid had enough on his plate with being the only cat-human hybrid in school. Surely he didn't need an extra fist in his stomach. Though maybe he could use a friend? Nicole walked over and started to help pick up the kid's fallen gears.

@Firebrand

adam stutters not being used to human help "o-oh t-thank you." you see he was prepared for this… sadly. he places the bits in a bag "uh… you can just put those in the bag." you notice that his backpack moved without him moving at all. you also notice that his eyes are glowing… some how you didn't notice until now. "oh where are my manners? the name is Adam."

(I know it's a little late now, but could I still join? If you don't want me to that's fine, I understand.)

@Firebrand

(it's up to @Dawg i think but we'd be happy to let you join)

@Dawg

(Sure, please join!)

(Thanks you! Here's my character:)
My characters name is Asherah, but she also goes by Ash. She is 17. Dirty blonde hair, and bright green eyes with tan skin. Athletic. She is independent and doesn't need anyone to fight her battles for her, but she is more than willing to stand up for others, especially her friends. She loves to run and play sports like basketball and soccer. She's a talented musician and spends a lot of her time either playing a sport or writing songs. She hates standing still or sitting for long periods of time and always has to be doing something with her hands if she isn't moving around a lot. She hates following rules and tends to break certain rules as long as she's the only person getting in trouble.

@Penelope L

"I'm Nicole," Nicole says, putting the gears in Adam's backpack, then shouldering her own. "Watch out for those jerks, 'kay kid?" Nicole walks away, not thinking on the fact that she just called someone older than her "kid." He was picked on, so it seemed to fit. Back at her locker, she grabs her books and heads to Math, a class she actually doesn't think is a waste of time, unlike most of the others. When she gets to class, time passes in the infernal way that it does. Nicole sighs and waits for something to happen.

@Firebrand

adam nods as Nicole leaves his sight then quickly rushes off into his chemistry class and takes a seat in the back row, while waiting for others to enter the room, adam pulls out his new computer and browses the internet for new parts he can use to build another bot.

@Firebrand

once more people funnel in adam closed and stashed his computer. the professor entered the class and addressed everyone but as he was doing so, adam could hear wood creaking and slowly spliting but saw no one moving. adam then looked back at the professor and saw the wooden shelving unit filled with glass and metal instruments behind him was slowly falling toward him. adam jumped from his seat and dashed behind him. just as the legs gave out and glass began to fall they seemed to stop in mid air as adam focused on the shelf and every bit of glass. adam then began to slowly push the shelf and put everything back, while he was doing this he was drawing power from the schools power grid causing every thing in the building to flicker and fluctuate with power. once the shelf was back adam threw a stack of books under the shelf as make-shift legs. adam then stumbled into the hallway with blood dripping from his eyes and mouth as he collapsed in the middle of the hallway.

@Penelope L

Nicole runs out of Math class when the lights start flickering, sensing it's not normal. She runs smack-dab into Adam ("twice today? really?"), and comes away with blood on her arm. Adam collapses on the floor and Nicole knelt by him, trying to stop the continuous blood flow with her sleeve, to no avail. 911 won't go through, and Nicole doesn't know what to do.

Ash ran from the math class and saw Adam laying on the floor while Nicole attempted to stop his bleeding. She brought out her phone and called 911.

@Firebrand

as more and more people flood the hallway many stare at adam in confusion wondering what had happened. a few rush to the bathrooms to vomit, but many just stand and stare. from the amount of blood that has pooled in front Nicole it seems that adam is dead but a raspy breath proves that theory wrong. the implants in his brain have sapped every ounce of energy he had. the bleeding has been slowed substantially and there is a faint siren to be heard.

@Penelope L

Nicole sighed with relief when Adam breathed, then noticed that an older girl named Asherah was on the phone with an ambulance. She flashed the thumbs-up sign and continued trying to stop Ada's now slower bleeding. A tiny voice in the back of her head said that she had ruined her clothes, but she shushed it quickly and tried to make sense of the situation.