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S T A R R ♡ ♡ ♡ Name - ＳＴＡＲＲ
ＵＮＫＮＯＷＮ - Age
Programed Age - 𝟏𝟗
ＦＥＭＡＬＥ - Sex
Occupation - ＨＡＣＫＥＲ/ＶＩＲＵＳ
● Starr is an unknown program that somehow entered the Arcade a long time ago. She can change her form to match the games she goes in. So far there's no information where she came from. Starr has a younger sister and and adopted brother, Tara, from the game TurboTime and Cameron from Sugar Rush. people assume Starr is from TurboTime cause of her connection with Tara, but she's been sighted in the Arcade even before TurboTime was plugged in.
● Starr loved to be in her TurboTime form and hang out with her sister. She hardly came out of her hideout except when Tara drags her out to go to her game. After the game Sugar Rush was plugged in, Tara wanted Starr to check it out with her. She was amazed by all the colors and sweets in the new game, she created a Sugar Rush avatar and she hung out there more often, mostly in the candy cane forest, She sure loved to climb the beautiful cane trees. She made lots of new friends through her time in the Arcade...
● But one day when she was climbing the candy cane trees, she stepped on double stripes and fell into a mint lake below, and drowned... It seemed like she was gone forever. Her friends were all devastated... a year later, deep in her hideout her computer monitors started flashing with coding. A tube beside them filled up with pixels, they started to shift around and change colors. the pixels were forming together downwards, recreating Starr. When the pixels finished, the screens turned red and started beeping rapidly, sparks flew from some of the monitors and suddenly everything shut down. It was dark... And Silent... The power came back on and and the tube opened, Starr stepped out. She was in her Sugar Rush form. The errors on the screen appeared, her TurboTime avatar was destroyed, and her memories were damaged. Starr only remembers her sister Tara and brother Cameron for now, and her TurboTime avatar is being recreated but could take months to be finished.
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Name: Starr
Programmed Age: 19
Original Age: Unknown
Sex/Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Height: Varies
Weight: Varies
Occupation: Hacker/Virus
Original Game: Unknown
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Nice, Sometimes Shy, Bubbly, Loveable, Mysterious, So
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(( Woah there I really like the new design friend! ))
Starr, I missed you!
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But... you seem different...
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But... you seem different...
umm, hello there. how do you know my name? I don't think we've met before...
You... don't remember me? ;-;
You... look a bit familiar... aren't you King Candy? you ruled over Sugar Rush, right?
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(( I've just realised how long its been since I last rp'ed with you omg, so lets post a long starter ahahah ))
It was dark. It was creepy. It was no wonder that no-one came here at night. Rancis was wandering around the candy cane forest at exactly 1:00am that night, cold and feeling very sorry for himself. He had been called a chicken by his so-called 'friend' Swizzle Malarkey so Rancis had set himself out to prove that he wasn't.
He was lost. He didn't like to think that he was, but it was inevitable. The only thing that could be heard for miles around was the echoing of his footsteps and the quickening beat of his little candy heart. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't alone.
It was dark. It was creepy. It was no wonder that no-one came here at night. Rancis was wandering around the candy cane forest at exactly 1:00am that night, cold and feeling very sorry for himself. He had been called a chicken by his so-called 'friend' Swizzle Malarkey so Rancis had set himself out to prove that he wasn't.
He was lost. He didn't like to think that he was, but it was inevitable. The only thing that could be heard for miles around was the echoing of his footsteps and the quickening beat of his little candy heart. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't alone.