The Ignis Brotherhood ~^~ A Technology Roleplay ~^~

Name- Matthew(Shleya know why I picked this)
Age- 19
Class- Scitis
Weapon- Taser, and Strikers(heavy weapons that can be used to incapacitate enemies in close combat, or at range by throwing them. Two strikers can be put together and thrown for longer distances)
Personality- Matthew is a Great Analyst and Abstract Thinker, Imaginative and Original, Objective, and Open-Minded. He is highly receptive to alternate theories, so long as they're supported by logic and facts. Honest and Straightforward, he believes that to know one thing and say another would be terribly disingenuous; he doesn't often go around intentionally hurting feelings, but he believes that the truth is the most important factor, and expects that to be appreciated and reciprocated. He can be Very Private and Withdrawn, and Insensitive; Purely emotional situations are often utterly puzzling to him, and his lack of timely sympathy can easily offend people, though he doesn't mean it to. When his interest is captured, he can be very Absent-Minded, and his absence goes beyond social matters to include the rest of the physical world. He becomes forgetful, missing even the obvious if it's unrelated to his current infatuation, and can even forget his own health, skipping meals and sleep as he muses. Loathes Rules and Guidelines, tends to Second-Guess himself, and can be Condescending- Attempts at connecting with others are often worse than his withdrawal- he takes pride in his knowledge and rationale, and enjoys sharing his ideas, but in trying to explain how he got from A to B to Z, he can get frustrated, sometimes simplifying things to the point of insult as he struggles to gauge his conversation partners' perspective. The ultimate insult comes as he gives up with a dismissive "never mind".
Bio- He isn't a social creature, and therefore became quite good at slipping into the background. He immediately applied for Scitis, seeing as his job would be doing exactly that. He also isn't very violent, which explains why he has the weapons that would injure, not kill
Appearance- Due to his hair being easily noticeable, he usually wears a camouflage cloak to conceal it and his features
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Louis let out a silent sigh. And turned his attention to the screens as well, scanning them meticulously. Shifting slightly as the kitten mewed quietly, "What do you think about upgrading section E4?" (If that's okay, i made up the classification pattern, A-Z and 1-26 ex: A1, B12, etc.)
 
Name- Matthew(Shleya know why I picked this)
Age- 19
Class- Scitis
Weapon- Taser, and Strikers(heavy weapons that can be used to incapacitate enemies in close combat, or at range by throwing them. Two strikers can be put together and thrown for longer distances)
Personality- Matthew is a Great Analyst and Abstract Thinker, Imaginative and Original, Objective, and Open-Minded. He is highly receptive to alternate theories, so long as they're supported by logic and facts. Honest and Straightforward, he believes that to know one thing and say another would be terribly disingenuous; he doesn't often go around intentionally hurting feelings, but he believes that the truth is the most important factor, and expects that to be appreciated and reciprocated. He can be Very Private and Withdrawn, and Insensitive; Purely emotional situations are often utterly puzzling to him, and his lack of timely sympathy can easily offend people, though he doesn't mean it to. When his interest is captured, he can be very Absent-Minded, and his absence goes beyond social matters to include the rest of the physical world. He becomes forgetful, missing even the obvious if it's unrelated to his current infatuation, and can even forget his own health, skipping meals and sleep as he muses. Loathes Rules and Guidelines, tends to Second-Guess himself, and can be Condescending- Attempts at connecting with others are often worse than his withdrawal- he takes pride in his knowledge and rationale, and enjoys sharing his ideas, but in trying to explain how he got from A to B to Z, he can get frustrated, sometimes simplifying things to the point of insult as he struggles to gauge his conversation partners' perspective. The ultimate insult comes as he gives up with a dismissive "never mind".
Bio- He isn't a social creature, and therefore became quite good at slipping into the background. He immediately applied for Scitis, seeing as his job would be doing exactly that. He also isn't very violent, which explains why he has the weapons that would injure, not kill
Appearance- Due to his hair being easily noticeable, he usually wears a camouflage cloak to conceal it and his features
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Accepted

Freaking rangers.... Gonna be the end of all evil organizations.
 
((Well, I'm here now, so my characters are open! I'll go ahead and get them started, join in with whatever character you want.))

"Aspen...?" Anise asked gentle, trying to get his attention as she approached the steel table were he set, looking intently into a microscope. The room was windowless and small, made smaller by the rows of metal racks lining the walls. They were stacked with trays, different sorts of plants growing in each, with watering systems and strips of full-spectrum lighting for all of them.

Aspen didn't reply for a few seconds, then answered slowly, without looking up, "Yes, Anise..."
"Can you pick up something to eat, please? I'm sick of this packaged junk." Anise's drivers license had been suspended for speeding a month back, so she wouldn't be able to drive anything for a few more days.
Aspen sighed, then took his eyes away from the microscope, where he had been studying the growth patterns of an extinct plant's leaf, and stood. Anise smiled sweetly, then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and left the room.

He turned off the microscope, then left the room, retrieving his coat from the small main room and saying a quick bye to his sister. Aspen exited and walked up the stairs to street level, emerging behind a building in a dead end alley. He walked to the opening to the street, checked that no one was watching, then stepped out and walked the block to where his hover-cycle sat.

Aspen placed his hands on the handles as he swung onto it, and it purred to life, lifting off the ground about a foot as it scanned the implanted key in his palms. He pulled into traffic and speed off to a Greek restaurant that he knew Anise liked. Parking a block away, he walking to the restaurant and ordering two gyro sandwiches, then sat down at a small metal, two-top table to wait for the food.

((Join in, please, anyone!))
 
Louis shrugged and returned his attention to the screen shifting again as he felt the little kitten squirm in his jacket. (How do they get it cleared?)


((I'm just making this up as I go))

Rosalynn shifted a keyboard over to where she was sitting and started typing up a request to management. Satisfied, she sent it and waited. Requests were usually responded to quite quickly, usually from 10 minutes to a half hour.
 

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