Enslaved Biotic Application

Steam name: The Annoying Rooster

Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:29039659

Age: 17

How long have you been roleplaying?: Quite a long while. Numbers, I could say 3-4 years.


20 lines of roleplay examples, using /it and /me. (Eg: /it The windows seem to have stains along the edges and center slowly dripping down. /me takes out a wet towel twisting it and scrubing along the glass in a circular motion.)

[**Wil'Har's forearm lurches off to the damped rag, his fingers grasping around as the water oozes from the silk, his hingers clamping tightly as the water wringles from the rag, planting it against the dirted tinted glass, scrubbing it from side to side, slowly becoming visible again.

**A rather well heighted individual approaches. His voice replying in a carckily and chopping tone, his foot coming into contact with the bucket lightly as water merely spills, ''Biotic, what is taking you, I say?''

**The neon green figure remains still at the approach of the figure, it's slender neck twisting off as his eyes divert off to the masked individual, ''Ah~.. And what is it thee wishes?..'' the creature states

**C8_UNION.01.95243 remains rather silent, her tinted lens shooting off to the window ceil, before glancing back, ''.. Get on with it.'' she replies in a haste, returning a gaze off to the plaza aside, her trenchcoat spinning during the process

**Wil'Har's head glances off into the pink smoged sky, as the September mist drops against his face, he seems locked in a trance of the sensative moment

**The free moment dosen't last long, as the ladder shakes violently, 95243's fingers grip tightly around the handle as she vibrates the ladder, ''Oi.. What is with the commotion, Biotic? Enough slacking, and work!''

**Merely caught in loss of balance, immediatly reviving his incapitation as his fingers clamp around the stool of the ladder, glancing back off to the barley visible window above, his fingers grasping at the rag once again, dragging it along the window as it slowly begins to become visible once again

**C8_UNION.01.95243 returns a glance off back to the plaza once again, the baton remaining idle off at her side as it pats lightly against the battle robe aside

**Wil'Har's eyes divert off back to the individual, as of out of sudden, his hooves slipping on the step stool as the creature begins to descend at such a fast speed, his body colliding with the unit below

**The figure immediatly collapses, as it returns a disgusted look behind her mask, with her trained streangth, heaving her from her back, pushing herself to her feet as she begins to wipe away at any substance along her rone

**The creature begins to clamber to it's feet aswell, it's shackles clink against the ladder as it drops it's back against the wall aside, glancing at the unit

**C8_UNION.01.95243's arms lurch around to her burlap, retracting a distinctive copper rod, gripping the knob as she twists it clock-wise, sparks emitting from the tip as she approaches the creature, ''Biotic! Face the wall! Now!'' shrieking at the top of her lungs

**Wil'Har merely clambers to it's hooves, gazing at the creature as it reverses to it's direction, multiple pupils glancing at the rowed brick wall, it's lips tightening as it remains rather silent

**The figure brings her baton back, thrusting it against the back of it's legs, expecting it's nerves to immediatly to react for it to drop to a minor fetal position, taking another swing at the back of it's head

**The creature merely limps as it feels the painful wave overwhelming his legs, immediatly clutching at it's legs, the rod coming into contact to the back of it's head, it's arms gripping at it's head

**C8_UNION.01.95243 re-postures herself, her battle robe swinging lightly as she raises her copper rod, jerking it lightly as expecting for the creature to wince at the close encounterment

**Wil'Har arms flail, expecting for another attack of the copper rod once again, only to find it cease inches to his face, sparks emitting as it drops to the concrete below

**The masked figures eyes make contact with Wil'Har's pupils, tightening it's grip before replying, ''Now.. Apologize, I say..''

**The creature merely clambers to it's feet, planting it's hands in a palm as it sputters, ''Bagh.. M-my.. My most sincered apologies..''

**C8_UNION.01.95243 baton drops back to it's side, studying it as her eyes scan up and down, before gesturing off to the plaza ''Back to the Nexus with you, Biotic.''


Character backstory (6 lines at least detailing you character's background. Events, job, family etc and should reflect your skills):

Wil'Har was at a relativly young age, kicking along the dusty ground below, following along with other kinsmen like groups, hunting the Xenian creatures as the incapitate, paralyze, and charred into edable meals. A rather non-satisfying adventure, but it commits to his survival, just like the group. On spare free time, they would hudlle in stalagmite fortresses, and homes, around a small boiled fire pot, speaking of old folktales of there prophet, 'Raziah'.

Wil'Har developed his way with his arura abilities, and the kinsmen around his nature like terrain were relativly his close harness ship of brothers and sisters. However, this experience was scrapped as a blue like misfitted hole arosen in the stars above. Creature like ships descending from the sky above, armed individuals, weapons leveled and trained at himself, and his kinsmen, as they were bind in a African American slave like chains, loaded into a boated like container, strapped to the walls as they took a glimpse at there home land, before huddling in darkness as the door closes. Fearing against there will.

Wil'Har had his ethusiasm gained, due to his parture experiences on his home planet. Before he knew it, he was dressed in a diaper like outfit, and doused in chains as individuals in mask like outfittings, and batons. He was given specific directives to remove any scrap material, and vacate to the next section, repeating the process. Countless times to be resistful, he would be strucked repeadetly to the stinging sensation of the elctricity, when he learned his partnership with his kinsmen on there new duties, locked as what the individuals called, a 'Janitor' like work.



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(Names formats should be as followed, example: "Zek'Tul" having a dash in the center)

Name: Wil'Har

Age: 63

Skin tone colour: Neon Green.

Eye colour: Blood Red.

Scars/Marks: N/A.

Specific skills and specialist, such as medical knowlege, knowlege of technology, philosophy etc?: Wil'Har has a rather grim arura, but his essence is also used in absorbing wounds alike, and medical procedures.

He also can preform an electrical-magnetic volt current that not only preformed in self-defense, but for techinician uses.


Did you ever have a problem with your established government in Xen?: From my point of view, not really.

What do you plan to do with your biotic character in the future?: Enhance roleplay for future events, and the individuals around to preform passive, and standard roleplay.