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 Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 10:51 am
  When passion's lost and all the trust is gone,
Way too far, for way too long
Children crying, cast out and neglected,
Only in a world so cold, only in a world
This cold
Hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes
Then watch them drift away
Some might say, we've done the wrong things,
For way too long, for way too long I need to find a darkened corner Story A futuristic Japan, the year 2108, humans have created machines called "D.O.L.L.S". They appear to be beautiful humans and are available in either male or female. They are an expensive luxury, costing in the millions of dollars for the cheapest kind. Dolls are programmed to imitate human emotions convincingly, and to obey their owner in every way.
He was a failure. Disobedient to the programmer that was his temporary owner. His emotions were almost too real, wild and easily changed. The scientists that were working with his group of Dolls decided to scrap him, rather than take the time, and money, to try fixing the 'problem'. He would respond to pain, though Doll's were not programmed with pain-sensors. He also had a strange fondness for, and need to consume, human foods, though he was not a living organism.
They labeled him a 'broken product', and had him taken to the dumping site where broken, old, and malfunctioning D.O.L.L.S were thrown. It was near a poorer district of town, where often parts of the dolls (the mechanical parts) were taken by the humans living nearby for the money it would bring them.
He is barely aware of this, as he had supposedly been shut off. The passage of time is hazy to his awareness, but one day a human from a nearby apartment finds him and brings him home with him. The human is gifted with electronic's and wants to make a doll from scratch, taking parts from the scrapped dolls and putting them all together. When he finds a perfect-condition-looking doll, he can't help but take it home, thinking it would be perfect, since it looked like it wouldn't need much work.
He is very surprised when the supposedly dead doll wakes and stops him from working on him.A lightless corner, Where it's safer and calmer   Fever inside the storm,
So I'm turning away.
Away from the name Away from the stones
'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
Keep your thorns
'Cause I'm running away,
Away from the games
Away from the space
The circumstances of a world so cold
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 10:58 am
When passion's lost and all the trust is gone,
Way too far, for way too long
Children crying, cast out and neglected,
Only in a world so cold, only in a world
This cold
Hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes
Then watch them drift away
Some might say, we've done the wrong things,
For way too long, for way too long I need to find a darkened corner Rules 1. Follow Gaia ToS and Guild Rules!
2. No pulling of disappearing acts! Inform me of when you plan to be absent for more than two days. I will do the same for when I will be away for an undetermined length of time.
3. This RP is Lit to Adv. Lit. ONLY. I like the proper use of grammar and correct spelling.. I won't fly off the handle for little mistakes, but big ones or recurring ones yes.
4. No ad's, long OOC-only posts, only ads and whatnot that are okay are ones in your sig. PM me if you need to talk to me, I would like to avoid lots of OOC posts in the rp thread, thanks.
5. I might add more rules as i think of them.. but thats good for now I think.
6. Have fun, NPC characters are welcome as well, btw.
7. PM me the profile titled " I can fix you up." and put " heart " at the top of the post ^-^ Thank u.A lightless corner, Where it's safer and calmer Fever inside the storm,
So I'm turning away.
Away from the name Away from the stones
'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
Keep your thorns
'Cause I'm running away,
Away from the games
Away from the space
The circumstances of a world so cold
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 11:45 am
When passion's lost and all the trust is gone,
Way too far, for way too long
Children crying, cast out and neglected,
Only in a world so cold, only in a world
This cold
Hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes
Then watch them drift away
Some might say, we've done the wrong things,
For way too long, for way too long I need to find a darkened corner Character Profile Skeleton D.O.L.L.S[b]My series identification number:[/b] (characters name... a doll it would have a weird, computer like one with numbers as well.)
[b]My master calls me:[/b] (commonly used name/nickname -Won't have one right away)
[b]Are my physical specifications to your liking?:[/b] (Appearance, IMG or URL format please)
[b]I was designed as a[/b] Male [b]of[/b] (age) [b]years old.[/b]
[b]My programming was:[/b] (Bio, personality, etc)
[b]My Programmers name:[/b] (Username)
Human[b]My Birth Certificate says:[/b] (Character full name)
[b]But[/b] (nickname) [b]is fine too.[/b]
[b]What stares at me from the mirror:[/b] (appearance)
[b]I am a[/b] Male [b]of[/b] (age) [b]years.[/b]
[b]My personal History is boring:[/b] (Bio - 3 paragraph minimum)
[b]I forgot to mention some things:[/b] (other, likes dislikes, etc)
[b]Who I am underneath:[/b] (username) A lightless corner, Where it's safer and calmer Fever inside the storm,
So I'm turning away.
Away from the name Away from the stones
'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
Keep your thorns
'Cause I'm running away,
Away from the games
Away from the space
The circumstances of a world so cold
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 1:56 pm
When passion's lost and all the trust is gone,
Way too far, for way too long
Children crying, cast out and neglected,
Only in a world so cold, only in a world
This cold
Hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes
Then watch them drift away
Some might say, we've done the wrong things,
For way too long, for way too long I need to find a darkened corner The Characters: Crystal of Infinity My series identification number: D.O.L.L.-Andromeda-s12.90.n13 My master calls me Name's: Rome ((self-named)) Are my physical specifications to your liking?:  I was designed as a Male of 16 years.My programming was: I 'woke', or was born, to full consciousness in the lab where they created me. My programmer was my 'master', something told me to obey him..but I didn't. He had me do the stupidest things, making tea, sweeping floors, cooking(which wasn't that bad, since the food tasted good), and other things that would be expected of me as a D.O.L.L.S. After trying to get me to obey without fuss for a year, they wrote me off as a failure, and then threw me into this graveyard of D.O.L.L.S. They thought my programming had been deleted/turned-off, but it wasn't completely so I knew what was going on around me... but it was all hazy in my memory. Then a human finds me and takes me to his place, his words not quite computing into significance in my head. My Programmers name: Crystal of Infinity Black Water Neko My Birth Certificate says: Yuuki Tenjo But Yuuki is fine too. I don't like nicknames. What stares at me from the mirror:  I am a Male of 18 years My personal History is boring: I used to live in the upper class districts of Japan. My parents thought of me as a disappointment because I was so fascinated with machines and electronics. Fixing them just came to me and I loved doing it. When I started to show promise as a mechanic it really pushed them over the edge. They didn't want to be known as the mother and father of a lowly mechanic. One day, I overheard them talking about disowning me so I decided to run away at the age of 13. I went to the poorer districts of towns where I knew the D.O.L.L. graveyard was. I was always fascinated by them ever since I was a child. I have supported myself by fixing up people's cars, ovens, and any other machines that broke. I made a pretty good amount of money and have a somewhat nice apartment. Everyday I stroll to the graveyard to look around for D.O.L.L. parts so I can make one for myself. Although I've found parts and attempted to fix them and construct my own, they never seem to work. When I turned 16 I realized I was lonely. Living out here was great, but I wish that I had somebody in my life that waited for me after a long day's work. I started to feel depressed. I continued my work as usual but each time, I felt a little empty inside. The day I turned 18, I went into the graveyard just to look for some parts. I thought iw was pointless until I saw a perfect D.O.L.L. I felt so happy and took it to my apartment. I wanted to start looking at how the D.O.L.L. worked and all of its circuitry. Suddenly, it came to life and I was scared. "Uh.... Hi?" I said to it. I forgot to mention some things: He likes sour food, and his tools and machines. He also likes the colors grey and black. Another thing he likes is D.O.L.L.s and helping the people in the town. He hates the richer people because of his parents. He also hates how his D.O.L.L.s never work and when machines don't work when he makes them or fixes them. One of his quirks is when people eat excessively and lazy people. Who I am underneath: Black Water Neko A lightless corner, Where it's safer and calmer Fever inside the storm,
So I'm turning away.
Away from the name Away from the stones
'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
Keep your thorns
'Cause I'm running away,
Away from the games
Away from the space
The circumstances of a world so cold
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 1:40 pm
When passion's lost and all the trust is gone,
Way too far, for way too long
Children crying, cast out and neglected,
Only in a world so cold, only in a world
This cold
Hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes
Then watch them drift away
Some might say, we've done the wrong things,
For way too long, for way too long I need to find a darkened corner Announcements/Important Notices 1.Might not get on until the weekend...not sure. so i apologize if i vanish for a while. I HATE not having internet at home and living so far out of the main town area that getting in to an internet source is almost too much effort unless i stayed in for hours...
A lightless corner, Where it's safer and calmer Fever inside the storm,
So I'm turning away.
Away from the name Away from the stones
'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
Keep your thorns
'Cause I'm running away,
Away from the games
Away from the space
The circumstances of a world so cold
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 7:39 pm
Would you fix me [[*Waves hands in air* I'd love to do this =D ]] If I said that I was broken?
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 6:36 pm
THIS RP HAS NOW BEEN FILLED AND WILL START SOON!!!!
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 10:05 pm
Inama nushif
Al asir hiy ayish
Lia-anni
Zaratha zarati Forever her voice sings "Andromeda Series 12.90, number 13 is defective. He is to be scrapped." Were the last words he heard, before his system was interrupted and he collapsed. They allowed him to fall, since, as he was not human nor a living thing, he would not be damaged even if he were to be dropped from a ten-story building's roof. Sounds reached his auditory sensors, but none of it made any sense it seemed. He felt himself being lifted by two straining muscled men in suits with the suspicious shades and earpieces which all security personnel wore at pretty much any such facility as this, in which a lot of money goes into every month.
The owners of the company had to protect their products and the workers after all, did they not? Soon he felt the rough movements of being in a human vehicle called a 'car'. Once the ride was over, quite a ways from the D.O.L.L. research and Development building that he'd been living within for his first year of artificial life, the vehicle stopped and he was removed from the back and pretty much thrown carelessly at the nearest pile within the junkyard for broken and older-model DOLLS.
Endless time seemed to pass before a human happened upon him and lifted him, bringing him to the humans residence. When they arrived, Rome managed to wake, sitting up will pale violet eyes, which seemed to only darken in the center instead of having true, black, pupils, opening. He blinked, face blank, until a voice drew his attention. He turned slowly to the human and instantly registered all sorts of details about the male; Things like height, weight, body fat index, and the like. Also the males age, gender (pretty obvious for the male was rather attractive in a clearly masculine way), and any number of almost unnoticeable-to-humans details.
Rome didn't answer, as the words spoken weren't computed into his computer-brain, as much of his data had been deleted when they decided to terminate him without any sort of delay. His eyes contained no spark of life, but there was a strange glow to the violet orbs.through the ages eternally bound
Inama nishuf al a sadarr
Eann zaratha zarati
Kali bakka a tishuf ahatt
Al hudad alman dali
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 5:52 am
Yuuki didn't know what to do or say to the DOLL. He just stared into its violet eyes. "No pupils." he thought to himself. "Looks young, blonde hair, blue shirt, wearing a cardigan, violet eyes, pale skin." He took in all of the details and made small notes of them in his head. He wasn't sure wh but there was something fascinating about the DOLL.
The mechanic decided to study the DOLL. He walked around and saw it had no damages. "Are your auditory sensors working?" he asked, "Can you speak? What about move?" He continued to fire a barrage of questions at the DOLL. If it was fully funcional, can it 'see' him, most of the questions were about if it worked. He was curious why such a perfect looking DOLL was thrown away. Then he asked a few 'personal' questions, "Why were you thrown away? Where did you come from? What's your name?"
Yuuki waited for a response and became impatient after a few seconds. "Hey, anybody home?" he started to lightly tap on the DOLL's head with his fist.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 6:26 am
Inama nushif
Al asir hiy ayish
Lia-anni
Zaratha zarati Forever her voice sings His eyes followed the human as he was studied by him. He heard the questions, but only as unidentifiable noise, until a while later his speech and language programs reactivated on their own. He frowned and started processing the sounds from before that were held within his short-term memory bank. Thus he was able to comprehend all that had been said earlier.
The light in his eyes took on a now-life-like glow, and his expression darkened in annoyance at the tapping against his skull. His personality was the next program to reawaken itself it seemed. He swatted the hand away, frowning angrily.
"Stop that, b*****d. Would YOU lik some random dude punching YOUR head?" Even though the human hadn't really used much force in the action, it was the action itself that was annoying. His programming made him have to respond to the questions, but it didn't mean he had to be polite about it now did he? And he was programmed to be a 'badass uke' after all.
"My auditory receptors are fine...clearly. Clearly so is my vocal component...I can move just fine.. I'm obviously from this city's DOLL development center. And why the ******** should I tell you my name, human?" He sent a glare at the human after he finished replying in a near-monotone tone that was leaning towards angry. He had ignored the question about why he was scrapped, seemingly, though he left a clue with the reply he had given.
"As for why I took so lng to reply...What do they do when they scrap a DOLL? Delete all its programming and effectively 'kill' us, frying our circuits. Mine weren't totally destroyed, but it took a while to fix it, Yarō."
He looked around the surrounding room, assessing it for strengths, weaknesses, exits and entrances, and anything else of remote interest. "So.. where the ******** am I? Are we even in the same city as those bastards that decided to scrap me rather than reprogram me?" He asked questions of his own, voice dulling with the absence of any reason to be angry any more.through the ages eternally bound
Inama nishuf al a sadarr
Eann zaratha zarati
Kali bakka a tishuf ahatt
Al hudad alman dali
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 6:51 am
"Well if you're gonna be cocky I can fry your circuits. I have something on my work table, got it?" the rude sailor talk had gotten to Yuuki. He didn't appreciate it or like it when people cussed. Now it was Yuuki's turn to answer questions. "Now let's see..." Yuuki started to think about the questions and counted them on his fingers. "One, you're still in the same city. Two, you're in my apartment. Three, I don't know why those mean people decided to scrap you rather than reprogram you. Four, you should tell me your name or I'm gonna call you Baka. Got it, Baka?"
Yuuki was a little pissed right now. He had just brought the DOLL back to his apartment instead of leaving him there in the graveyard to rust. Although, he was going to cut him open so he decided it evened out. He groaned and went to the work table he mentioned earlier and took an object that looked like a taser. "Now, would you like to go back?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 1:36 am
Inama nushif
Al asir hiy ayish
Lia-anni
Zaratha zarati Forever her voice sings Rome glared at the term 'baka', he'd heard it plenty of times in the lab when they were testing his programming. "Don't CALL me that!" His voice lost its monotone and was raised in anger, an artificial flush hitting his cheeks to show his 'anger'. "Isn't it polite among humans to say their names before asking for someone elses?" He asked moodily, though his face blanched when he caught sight of the taser-like weapon.
He eyed it warily as he shook his head, face forming a pout that was more cute than anything. "My full designation is 'Andromeda-series 12.90 number 13'...But I'd prefer being called Rome...Happy? Now what's YOUR name?" His tone was still rude, but guarded since the human still held a dangerous weapon that could literally fry his circuits..through the ages eternally bound
Inama nishuf al a sadarr
Eann zaratha zarati
Kali bakka a tishuf ahatt
Al hudad alman dali
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 6:20 am
"Relax... It's a scanner. I need it for a repair later and I didn't want to forget it." The young man slipped on a rubber glove and pulled out something that looked like a stapler. "THIS is the thing that'll fry your circuits. And since you were such a good boy, my name is Yuuki Tenjo. Just call me Yuuki. I don't like Yuu, I don't like Kiki, and I don't like Tenjo-san. Just Yuuki." He looked at the scanner and decided to scan Rome.
A green light shone on the DOLL and it covered him in a grid like pattern. When the light disappeared, Yuuki held it straight up and it showed a full body image of Rome with his arms sticking straight out and his feet and legs close together. It made a few marks on the body and lines that led to boxes of text "Hm... You're not like most DOLLs I've seen. Well, I've only scanned parts. It says here you have something in your... Uh... On me it's called a stomach. I don't know what it is for you. It says it's... food. Why do you have food in your stomach?" The man tilted his head slightly in confusion.
He set the scanner down and started to think of ways food could get inside a DOLL. "Did you accidently put it in your mouth and it fell into your body and stayed there? And do you want me to take it out?"
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