Ｆｅｃ Ｔｅｒｒａ（ＡＣＣＥＰＴＩＮＧ）

[krazykitty00]

((Yay, yay! Can't wait. Oh, did I mention that Piper is part of Lab 2?))

[blu.jaye]

Name- Chess Breton (real name Chester)
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Gender- male
Age- 19
Height- 5'2"
Sexuality- closeted homosexual
Occupation- assistant scientist
Lab- LAB TWO

Personality- Chess can be described as emotionless, antisocial and uninterested in everything. The truth is that he is just very, very shy... And maybe a little antisocial. He is very hard to read, and most people like to ignore him. Under those layers of shyness and antisocial-ness, Chess is a cheeky and stubborn boy who likes the company of other people. He is a very hard worker.

History- Chess had quite a lonely childhood, always too shy to make friends. He was the exact image of a stereotypical nerd, spending most of his school life studying in the library and always being pushed around at school due to his height and stature. The only thing that wasn't stereotypical about him was his fashion, and the way he didn't seem to care about what people thought. Chess had loved science from a young age, taking a particular liking to the studies of plant and animal life, finding that particular topic very interesting to read about. He excelled at science in school, always scoring highly in tests. This was the main reason he was selected to assist researchers on Fec Terra.

Other- he is very sensitive about his sexuality. Also, he crushes easily (because why not? XD ) anyway, I hope my form is okay \(•///•)/

[inverse-pickpocket]

((Luna is accepted! And yes, Kitty... I was stupid and forgot c: It's all fixed now!))

Joel S. Brooks||Male||25||Founder||Tagged; Maggie
The man strode down the halls in a fury, not particularly caring if his assistant followed. "Stupid! Stupid! I want to kick his little ass..." Joel hissed, referring to Azusa Monarch- the one who had just ruined Joel's plans. "How the hell did he manage to screw them up?! They were on my desk! Away from his destructive little hands!" He continued to rant to Maggie, making absurd hand gestures as he did so. He was not a patient man, nor a very kind one, and currently he was on his way to destroy one of his team members. "I'm gonna lock him up with Faye! Let him get eaten alive..." The founder shouted in a determind voice, seeming to increase his speed.

Azusa Monarch||Male||23||Researcher||Tagged; Open
How did the brilliant researcher spend his time? Wandering around the outside of the lab aimlessly. With such a mind, one would think he'd be doing productive things. He might have... But his superior was out to get him, so it be best to stay outside. Azusa hummed softly as he trudged along the far perimeter of the domed lab, absolutely hating the weather at the moment. Strange weather usually occurred here, and this was very true... It seemed to come in layers... His legs were freezing cold, torso was uncomfortably humid, and shoulders to hear was hot... Sometimes, he seriously hated this planet.

Kurome Dorame||Female||21||Tagged; Acntosh
"... So then he effin' yelled at me! But I got him back, dude... Ahahaha he was running into things all day the next day... Psh... I really hate librarians, y'know?" Kurome chattered to her superior, speaking as if they were old friends. She really didn't respect that he was higher in rank than her... He was an equal. "Screw books."

[HandleAnimal]

Maggie Hollins

She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. "Easy Joel..." She said in a voice which was being strained to remain flat. She didnt like the yelling that much... But she would deal... "You did well. You're probably the smartest person here" she complimented him, keeping her gaze low as she followed him

[PizzaCola]

"Yes yes, very, very funny. Now if you excuse me, I must find a way to get to the strong pieces of mineral called jumborite before the storm of meteorites hit us." He said and brushed her off gently as to not shove her to the ground. Then, he got back to working on a new invention that might save humanity for good this time.

[inverse-pickpocket]

Joel S. Brooks||Male||25||Founder||Tagged; Maggie
"None o' that matters! The damn plans are gone! Ruined! Useless! Faye's gonna have a guest in his cell soon..." He seethed, not particularly paying much attention to the compliment. Just too furious. "I'm not kidding... Let him know that he really will be having that little nuisance visit him..." The man grumbled, slowing his pace a bit- and just slowly cooled off. "Aaaaaaaaagh... I spent months on those..." Joel whimpered, running a hand through his hair and knocking his glasses askew in the process.

Azusa Monarch||Male||23||Researcher||Tagged; Open
How did the brilliant researcher spend his time? Wandering around the outside of the lab aimlessly. With such a mind, one would think he'd be doing productive things. He might have... But his superior was out to get him, so it be best to stay outside. Azusa hummed softly as he trudged along the far perimeter of the domed lab, absolutely hating the weather at the moment. Strange weather usually occurred here, and this was very true... It seemed to come in layers... His legs were freezing cold, torso was uncomfortably humid, and shoulders to hear was hot... Sometimes, he seriously hated this planet.

Kurome Dorame||Female||21||Tagged; Acntosh
"You're so cold!" She whined slightly, and peeked over his shoulder. "....... ACNTOSH!" Kurome yelled suddenly, "GIVE ME SOMETHING TO DO." Her voice was loud on purpose. She just enjoyed screwing around with Acntosh... It was nothing personal, it was just fun.

[HandleAnimal]

Maggie Hollins
She nudged him a little "hey it's alright.... Maybe we made copies of them. I think I miiiiight have...." She mused half to herself. "Just please don't hurt Azusa.... I don't like seeing you like this"

[danse macabre]

Blaise Relyc
Male, 23
Rogue
tagged;; Azusa

[my subsequent posts will probably be shorter than this aha. sorry if it's a little boring.]

Blaise sighed an easy and loose sigh, a long breath that seemed to perfectly describe his current mood. Lackadaisically striding through the alien terrain, his mouth turned up in a slight, pleasant smile. He stood on top of a small overlook, crouching ever so slightly against the cover of the brush. He ran a hand through his dark wavy hair as he walked. It was a good day. He'd found some rations strewn about a little while away from the labs and had stolen it, adding it to his stash. It was enough to be a big help to any other rogues he found, as well as himself. Needless to say, a huge advantage in his imaginary war against the scientists. Anything that he had was not theirs, and if not simply for the survival needs, the satisfaction of that fact made him keep stealing. As he thought about his catch of the day, a thought suddenly flickered in his mind. The labs... Began Blaise's train of thought. He snapped out of his happy trance to look around, and quickly spotted the buildings. There was no doubt he'd be punished if he was questioned about the stolen goods, or any identification. However, it was too tempting to just leave the labs alone. Scanning the premises, he quickly spotted a lone scientist, one he didn't recognize. Great, He thought. Maybe I can talk to him, get him to help me from the inside. Seems like a rebel type. Setting his resolve, Blaise grinned and tried to warm himself up for the whole "civilian" role. He strode over to the scientist and righted his posture. "You're a scientist, right? Can you fix this?" Blaise said, innocent enough, as he held out a small device. It was a futuristic wind-up toy shaped like a dog, shattered slightly beyond repair.

[PizzaCola]

Achntosh started to become very annoyed and thought for minutes of what to do with her. Finally, he had an idea.

"Run around the world 100x to....." he thought for seconds for a reason until, "to conduct enough electricity." With her task given, he wouldn't be interrupted for quite awhile.

[blu.jaye]

Cнєѕѕ
> 19 <> homosexual <> 5'2 <> tagged;; London <

Chess sighed inwardly, fiddling and sorting through the stack of research he'd just finished, heading off down the laboratory's hallway to find London, his superior. Chess ran his fingers through his messy mop of sandy brown hair and grumbled softly. This always happens to him.... Whenever he needed to find someone, they wouldn't be there. Just as the short boy rounded the corner of the main lab, he caught sight of the bespectacled scientist and sighed in relief. Chess approached him, a neutral expression on his face, "Um... London..." he spoke quietly, getting the man's attention, "I got the papers finished for you."