I am looking for staff to help me get this cult up and running. You don't really need to know anything about Citizenradio to help. If you help you will automatically earn Cyborg Status. Please help me. You will all be my best friends forever if you do. If you know anything about layouts and code it would be helpful.
Title: I am the Modern Man Name: Kilroy Jackson Age: 27 Apparent Age: 17 Gender: Male Species: Modern Man ( Cyborg ) Sexuality: Straight Character Details:
- Weight: 190
- Height: 5'11
Kilroy is a very creative young man, with a nack towards the musical side of life. Able to play the guitar and sing. He has an atitude against the authority of the new government. He has a self-sacrificing personality as well.
The "Old" days
A certain woman from the resistance (YC)
The New Goverment
The "Mr. Roboto" Units
Kilroy was born in the year 2096, where the era of music has been suppressed and controlled. As he grew up he heard of the wonders of a certain kind of music. Rock n' Roll. Indeed this interested him, which caused him to hide as he practiced his musical talent. When he was a teenager though things went bad to worse. A resistance who tried to over through the new government. In October 27, the Mr. Roboto squad and those in control faced the public for information about the resistance. He stood up to them and soon was taken away from the public when he sang out at them. Ten Years later he is one of them..
-Role Play Rating:Mature: Violence, Sex, and more
In the year 2103, a new world government was constructed banned the music genre of rock n' roll. The population all over the world abidded by this law without question. Those who did question this though, ended up dead or captured. By the year 2113 though, a resistance came to being that wanted to lift this ban on the amazing music genre. In response to this, the government created the "Mr. Roboto" units. Cyborgs with no human emotions to take on the resitance....
Ten years has past, and the resistance has gotten weaker since their first appearance ten years ago. Lately though, they have been surviving with the help and tips from an anonymous source. This interested one of the young females in the resistance to check this source out. So She has tracked it down to the Museum of Old, and has decided to go there by herself to see who it was... Requirements
What I am looking for is a human female between the ages of 25 to 28, she's one of the toughest females within the resistance. She already knows Kilroy before he was taken. My character Kilroy and her automatically fall in love when she meets him as one who is helping them out.
Her background is up to you as well as he name. Anime pics preferred, but you can use real life pics if you must.
Lately I find myself wanting to talk with people less and less, and wanting to spend more time by myself playing computer games, watching movies and tv shows.
And I am finding myself pushing people away more and more.
I just feel like hiding way in a big old castle by myself and dying alone.
I don’t know what has gotten into me.
They're talking again.
Telling me it's time to go.
My time isn't up but it's time to go.
I'm not needed here.
I'm not wanted here.
All i get is resentment.
All i get is anger.
I wish I could be a bird,
and fly away, far, far, away.
To somewhere over the rainbow.
But no, I'm trapped.
In a cage.
The cruel fates decide not to let the door swing open.
So the silent raven sits there watching in fear.
Watching in despair.
He can't utter a word.
He can't share a thought.
But all the while dreaming of flying higher than the sky.
I try so hard, but every time I fall down even further and harder than before.
But each time I get up, it's harder and harder to do.
I sit, and I watch, I listen, and I think.
All the while wishing it would end.
Worse, and worse things get, just as they begin to look up.
I sit in the cemetery gazing on old tomb stones.
Why can't i be down there?
In the cold earth?
The tight embrace of the dirt?
I wish to fly, I wish to be free,
but it is now clear to me,
My dreams will never come true,
Not in this life.
So now I have just one option left.
I'm tired of getting back up and fighting back.
I'm tired of loosing over and over again.
As a great poet said, when I go to my grave
My head will be held high.
(don't worry it's not real goodbye, i'm just doing what i do best, and expressing myself through writing. Not a rhyming poem, but still good i think.)