I got convinced to come over here and throw poor characters at you guys again, so here I am. Ekala, at your service, found under that name at tumblr and just about anywhere else. I'll be around for a while familiarizing myself before I post anything, unless someone wants to drag me into something immediately, which I would actually appreciate. I'm terrible at coming up with stuff for this style of RP but I always like bouncing off of other things!

This Clu 2 is from a bit of a different world than most. In his world... he won. Absolutely. And took over the Real World(tm) in the process. He figured out how to reprogram Users and that was what ultimately led to his success, and he'd been living in complete luxury for quite a long time.

However, now he's been thrown into what seems to be his past, amongst friends who aren't friends and foes who have been dead for cycles upon cycles and, to top it all off, he seems to be lacking the powers he had before. He's confused, he's angry, and really all he wants is to go back home.

I may also be picking up my blackguard OC Symantec at some point, but I wouldn't count on that happening any time soon.

so, uh, yeah. hello and things.

Nice to see all of you. I'm the one and only NapoldeInLove, art student and Tron fan. I've been participating in the Tronblr Roleplaying group over on Tumblr since June of last year, but I was hearing of some communities. I admit though, g_l has managed to stay under my radar for quite some time. Then Expo made the mistake of mentioning that she was playing one of your Jalen accounts. Ha. I am certain she already regrets it.

Since you guys do not have our dear cocky Bostrumite in this group, I was thinking of introducing him as simply Canon!Gibson. From getting placed in the Games to having his beloved Colony wrecked by a virus and a dictator, Gibson was having the worst milicycle in his entire life. Being turned into a virus was just salty icing on the glass-filled cake. Gibson's last memory is the relief of finally dying--and then he wakes up, in a strange system that is and isn't the one he remembers. Was it all a bad dream? Or is this some sort of cruel trick?

Beyond Gibson, my inner Jarvis still needs to be separated from my inner Tronblr!Jarvis, but it's possible I may end up bringing in him once I get comfortable with things like format. No idea how long that will take.

Here's to good times and stolen recognizers!