Planet Minecraft

Huh, in this do we ever have contact with other people? Becase solo I'm out.

Just to clear things up, what's the purpose of the backstory that you've created? I'm not sure. Like, there's usually a specific plot or event taking place. Yours' is more vauge, and kinda leaves you hanging....

*Editing process... now!* And no, you will be forced together.

Hey

... Hey? And to Vela, that's more for me to reveal...

... Hey? And to Vela, that's more for me to reveal...

Ooh, mysterious. I really got to get my app done, STOP PROVIDING STIMULATING CONVERSATION! It's distractin' meh D;

Name: Claude Maverick
Age: 19
Appearance:

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Personality: Mean, quiet, persuasive at times, and trusts nobody.
Nickname: Vice President of "The Lost Brotherhood" gang.
Strongest field: Strength and driving skills.
Weakest field: Hacking. Claude isn't the best with technology.
Backstory: Claude grew up in a half Italian, half Irish family. His father was a hardworking Irishman, and his mother was a sweet Italian. Since Claude grew up in the lower-class parts of Empire Bay (the city), Claude joined the local gang when he was ten years old. He soon found out he had excellent driving skills, and he used his abilities to gain dominance in the gang. He was appointed to be the Vice President of the gang when he was 15, and was known as a brutal leader. At home, he saw that his family needed more money, so he decided to become a drug dealer. The last time he was seen in Empire Bay was three years ago, and his family, along with his gang, are worried about him.
Anything Else: Girls call Claude gross, mostly because when they see him he's stoned, and he drives the blue SUV that's in the second picture.

@Brink_ Well, basically, as much as I like that, could you edit it so that the backstory fits with the RP Backstory? So, you are running from someone, you've been alone. If it's too much to give up the gang, I'm sorry. You were a normal school kid.

Or, you could make an RP for Gang life. I'd join that!

@Xam, I edited it. And I'm too lazy to write all that stuff for a new RP

@Brink_ *Le Epic.* You might just be the meanest character.

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YAYZ! Thanks Xam!

Name: Venix (female)
Age: Gotta make it realistic, 17 'll do.
Appearance: Ehh....Picture? Meh. Long brown hair that comes down over her face. Under the heavy fringe, bright green eyes sparkle with a curious gleam- focused and perceptive. Her face isn't seen often, but is light and angled (small nose, mouth, sharp jaw, etc). She's thin, and smaller than the average height, though not by much. She can handle gerself in a fight if needed, but is no cage fighter. Clothes are changed often, but are usually aimed for praticallity over style.
Personality: Has a slightly dark sense of humour and is serious more often than not. Can hold a conversation, but isn't very chatty. Although when she's around someone she likes or around friends, she's bubbly and warm-hearted (This was before the warnings, no she has no friends and trusts no-one.)
Nickname: Used to be called "sparkie" in school due to her tendency to make anything e;ectrical spark with failure.
Strongest field: Used to be a bio-chemistry student and so has fairly competent knowledge in thise feilds. Can be applied to explosives and chemicals.
Weakest field: English...*shivers*
Backstory: Started life into an ordinary family. A only child, life was pretty good. Parents had a decent job, there was food on the table and money in the bank. At school, she was a little reclusive but had a few rusted friends that she often talked to. She was regarded by her teachers as a "star pupil" and "likely to go somewhere with her life". Good grade after good grade, she exelled in the sciences. After her school years, she decided to sacrifice friends for education and go to a University far from her home town. There, she studied chemisty and biology. In her last year, the "event" struck.

She didn't know who (or what) wanted to harm her, nor who the mysterious men were, but she was scared. Properly scared, For the first time in her life, she felt fear and terror for what was to become of her. She'd slways have a goal to complete, a task set. Now, on the run and frightened, she makes her way through town after town, drifting away from impending death.
Anything Else: Hurp durp. Isn't interested in relationships, and is focused on survival, covering her racks and ultimately coming into contact with those that warned her and taking down those that have ruined her happy life. Ew, gross, what have I written?