Post by Rose on Jun 17, 2014 17:41:29 GMT -8
Name:Emiliano Lin
Nickname: Emi, Emili
Age: 35
Birthdate: 2/14
Gender: Male
Bullshit Blah:
I like baking/Cooking, experimenting with magic, reading, painting (badly), wearing robes (casually), eating, occasionally fiddling with mechanics (amateurly)
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I was born into a small family of my mom and my older brother and a cat that I did (and still do) despise.
We lived in a bite-sized community in the middle of Glenmont. It was pretty and quiet.
I went to a good school with decent people who, for the most part, seemed reluctant to step into the future of technology. And they were quite proud of it. I, however, saw the beauty in magic. And so I, at around the rebellious age of twelve, got my hands on a magic machine. My friends older brother knew someone who knew someone in Ashwick.
It was supposed to help me shape rock. I’d thought I could use it to build things to sell. Toys, even.
However, I hadn’t taken into account that inexpensive things are rarely of quality and I’d only had a handful of coins from doing my chores so you can only imagine how well the smuggled machine worked.
The model horses were missing their legs and the toys soldiers, their hands.
I sold a line of designer amputee figures to the kids who were young enough to believe me when I explained that it was the hot new thing.
It wasn’t long before I was able to get a new machine. Better. It made fire out of water and then another that morphed plants. And, as I said before, I’m decent with technology, so I built onto them. I made them better. Expanded and tested their boundaries. Until eventunally I made my way into the drug business and … Voila!
Two arrests and a couple of facial alterations later and here I am.
And while things may be complicated… At least they aren’t boring.
We lived in a bite-sized community in the middle of Glenmont. It was pretty and quiet.
I went to a good school with decent people who, for the most part, seemed reluctant to step into the future of technology. And they were quite proud of it. I, however, saw the beauty in magic. And so I, at around the rebellious age of twelve, got my hands on a magic machine. My friends older brother knew someone who knew someone in Ashwick.
It was supposed to help me shape rock. I’d thought I could use it to build things to sell. Toys, even.
However, I hadn’t taken into account that inexpensive things are rarely of quality and I’d only had a handful of coins from doing my chores so you can only imagine how well the smuggled machine worked.
The model horses were missing their legs and the toys soldiers, their hands.
I sold a line of designer amputee figures to the kids who were young enough to believe me when I explained that it was the hot new thing.
It wasn’t long before I was able to get a new machine. Better. It made fire out of water and then another that morphed plants. And, as I said before, I’m decent with technology, so I built onto them. I made them better. Expanded and tested their boundaries. Until eventunally I made my way into the drug business and … Voila!
Two arrests and a couple of facial alterations later and here I am.
And while things may be complicated… At least they aren’t boring.
Oh, and I live in Ashwick now.
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