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OOC Information
Your name: Midget
Age: 15
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:12433017
Bans: I have 8 but most of them was a few years back, my latest one is a few months old and they aren't that serious. (The racism one is because I said something funny about Danish people, which is at least acceptable in Norway.
)
Most of the bans is actually when I had under 80 hours, if that matters.
Enough about that.
Hours: ~780
RP points: 4
IC Information
Name: Mikey Bahru
Age: 21
Address: Evocity 2140
Biography:
Mikey is a regular guy living in Evocity, he drives a Lokus and has no special friends, he has went from multiple jobs and he never got any good education due to his lack of patience when it comes to theoretical things regarding school.
When he left school he went to work around places in Evocity, like a waiter and a desk secretary. The life he lived was fine, but the pay he got from it was quite limited.
As any desperate man, Mikey wanted to get his hands on a better life, he wanted to experience more than eating pre-cooked meals and looking into fancy restaurant windows, drooling into the dust beneath him.
After 5 months of being unemployed Mikey turned to darker sides, the desperation had caught him and he turned to illegal activities.
He began selling small amounts of plants to a man in some slum area, to protect himself he had to buy a gun, so he went down to a some shack at some lake, he bought a Glock from a man and he was ready to go.
Later that day Mikey got caught for possession of an illegal firearm and marijuana, he got taken into the Evocity jail. The jailtime was tough and when he finally got out he had lost everything, he didn't know what to do, he had no connections at all.
As a slow, lukewarm wind hit him from his side, and tiny, grey dust particles covered his feet. He got an idea, the idea was so bright it could light up a medium sized closet, but it was good enough, good enough to get him back on his feet. As he set the plan into reality, he has started doing garden work and keeping the sidewalks clean of leafs, he has worked himself up the regime as a soon to be, regular, tax-paying citizen.
Your name: Midget
Age: 15
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:12433017
Bans: I have 8 but most of them was a few years back, my latest one is a few months old and they aren't that serious. (The racism one is because I said something funny about Danish people, which is at least acceptable in Norway.
) Most of the bans is actually when I had under 80 hours, if that matters.
Enough about that.
Hours: ~780
RP points: 4
IC Information
Name: Mikey Bahru
Age: 21
Address: Evocity 2140
Biography:
Mikey is a regular guy living in Evocity, he drives a Lokus and has no special friends, he has went from multiple jobs and he never got any good education due to his lack of patience when it comes to theoretical things regarding school.
When he left school he went to work around places in Evocity, like a waiter and a desk secretary. The life he lived was fine, but the pay he got from it was quite limited.
As any desperate man, Mikey wanted to get his hands on a better life, he wanted to experience more than eating pre-cooked meals and looking into fancy restaurant windows, drooling into the dust beneath him.
After 5 months of being unemployed Mikey turned to darker sides, the desperation had caught him and he turned to illegal activities.
He began selling small amounts of plants to a man in some slum area, to protect himself he had to buy a gun, so he went down to a some shack at some lake, he bought a Glock from a man and he was ready to go.
Later that day Mikey got caught for possession of an illegal firearm and marijuana, he got taken into the Evocity jail. The jailtime was tough and when he finally got out he had lost everything, he didn't know what to do, he had no connections at all.
As a slow, lukewarm wind hit him from his side, and tiny, grey dust particles covered his feet. He got an idea, the idea was so bright it could light up a medium sized closet, but it was good enough, good enough to get him back on his feet. As he set the plan into reality, he has started doing garden work and keeping the sidewalks clean of leafs, he has worked himself up the regime as a soon to be, regular, tax-paying citizen.
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