History for Example:
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Example's mother was a slave. This poor child grew up doing the dirty work for a number of people, most the lovers of his slave mother. At the age of ten when 20 men were gang raping his mother he took out a gun and killed them all. He decided at that moment guns equal power and can override all social classes. He traveled off the money stolen from rich people at gun point. He took car at gun point. He made apoint of firing 1000rounds a day to make sure he could hit what he is aimming at. Along the way he started hanging out with underground freedom fighters who taught him that he hasa gift. A gift he should never use to line his pockets.
He became a fighter for the weak, a force that evil would need to face. He came to NC to help those who are trapped by the evil forces of the corps and the vile killers ofthe westside. He expects to die, but he knows those who rob and steal and more scared of death then he is.
OOC: This is my history. I have made a fighting character and this is his story. He fights that is all he does. He doesn't talk, do jobs or anything he fights. DO not think I am trying to make a character that has any depth beyond fighting. I have done that 5times in the last two weeks and they all get killed. This time I am making the only character class on CS that can live. A fighter.
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First off, you've had three characters in the past two weeks. Not five. Please do not lie in an attempt to make a point. Seriously, your history does not explain how you got the black operations training. You mention 'underground freedom fighters', yet without the level of detail or description that would merit said advantage. Doubly so for faceman. then we get to coroner. Please re-read your history. No, one more time. Ok, WHERE IN THE FLAMING HELL DO YOU SEE SOMETHING THAT WOULD SHOW THAT YOUR CHARACTER IS A FUCKING CORONER? Thanks. In fact, other then quick draw, I do not see one advantage adequately justified in the course of your short history. Other then that, nice job. Try again. Thanks.

History for Jet-Li:
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He is twenty-one years old. He was born in New Carthage. Nut there was a complication. He had died after a couple minutes after birth. They oly way to save him wast to do an experimental procedure on him. It suceeded. He woke up in a large glass jar. filled with a strange fluid. He then continued his life. He is the only child of a averge mother, who worked hard. His mother was a store owner. She sold illegal guns to people, and other supplies. He was too young to know what that ment. When he was ten his mother showed him to use large weapons but he didn't like guns. So his mother trained him to fight with martial arts. He was always at home, doing the cooking and cleaning. At the age of eighteen his mother told him to go visit the city of New Carthage. So with his talents, he walks into New Carthage, wanting to explore the city.
** Denied by Kingfox at Sat Mar 11 15:23:27 2000 EST **
No. Your mother taught you how to use large weapons, but you have no gunnery skill. You say you were born in New Carthage, yet you also say your mother told you to go to New Carthage. Yet you never mention relocation, unless it happened during your 'jar' stage. Finally, there is a gap between the age of 18 and 21 that is entirely unaccounted for. Sorry.
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History for kaya:
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i was born in 2010 to a fairly small family. i had a sister and a mom and a stepfather. i guess i had a happychildhood, but i never reallyliked family life. i was always fighting with everyone because i was the one with boyfriends, andi liked to get drunk....i supose its the typical teenage thing, but i still took it personally and ran away when i was sixteen. i came to new carthage because i thought i would be exciting. i lived on the the streets for a while, stealing when i could and begging for money.
one day a this guy came up to me while i was digging in a dumpster and he told me that he would take caer of me, and clothe me, and feed me, etc. i fell for it and went with him. when he got me to his place he told me my clothes wouldnt do, and he gave me some clothes that i my mother would have said were much to mature for me. after i put them on, he pulled my up to hi mand asked me if i liked to have sex. now, im one of those people who just cant get enough of it, so i told him so. he asked me if i would like to repay him be having sex wiht peeople for him. i agreed. for 2 years, i lived with him and whored for him he taught me how to load, draw, and shoot guns.
i enjoyed my time with him. it was a hell of a lot better then home! until one day he was shot by the cops when they raided him. i wasnt there, but i found out when i got home. i wandered around, whoreing myself for drugs and food for a while, then figured i could probably find a better job, maybe toruring people who like it..im up fer somethin new.
** Approved by Darkstar at Wed Jan 5 15:51:43 2000 EST **
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History for Zeiri:
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Zeili was born as Dante Larkin on february 16th, 2011 in a small suburb of the former New York city to a rich mother and father. His father, a genetic engineer and head DNA technician at NYC CA was a man of incredible intellect and knowledge and his mother was an English professor at Columbia University. Dante grew up most of his childhood as any other human, studying his way to college where he had planned on majoring in medicine in hopes of working along side his father. He was classified as a child prodigy, brilliant much beyond his years and graduated high school at the age of 13.
At the age of 15 he began attending Columbia University where he excelled in medicine and was due to graduate in the spring of 2029 with a doctoral degree. His life could not have been any better, everything was going well and everything seemed to fall in his lap, until one fateful day in march, 2028 when he was caught in a gang fight on the way to classes and shot by a stray bullet which killed him instantly. The police discovered his mangled, cold body in a dumpster 3 weeks later and notified his parents who hadn't heard or seen of him and began to worry. His father was outraged and angry at the world and his mother ended up in an asylum shortly thereafter with a mental breakdown from the deep trauma. Not knowing how to handle the situation, his father decided to reanimate his dead son in a way that would create the most durable simulant form possible, yet utilizing the same DNA to assure an exact neurological match....or so he thought.
After 6 months of prep work and mechanical fusing of nerves and skin armor, the project was complete and ready for life. As his father awakened him from his deep, painful rest something terrible had become vividly apparent. His son's clone was extremely unstable and much more dangerous than anyone could have predicted. After numerous attempts to calm the newly created drone and multiple reprogrammation techniques the bugs were finally ironed out and Zeila was born.....he deemed his project Zeiri version 2.5b for the beta programming and testing which he had completed, and let the drone free, to reconcile and/or destroy the parties responsible for his death. Before Zeiri left, his father informed him of some sketchy details which he had known about his death and that he would be contacting him through neural synapsis for periodic upgrades and OS work.
And so he was off....off on a mission to seek out any information possible leading to the capture of the guilty parties who so brutally killed him and dumped his body in the trash like last week's newspaper. He began scouring New York, PA, Ohio and the entire East coast coming up empty handed. He jumped from town to town throughout the US and Canada and soon enough found himself upon the rotten soils of NC where he will now continue his search.
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This is a supersoldier, genetically designed.  Taught Ballet.  Trained in the 'COMBAT ROOM'...  And when things got bad he and his fellow operatives "planeted bombs all around the planet".  Wow.  Quite an operation.  Good thing Y-035 knew ballet, or circling the planet to plant bombs would have been hard.

The best part was when MonkeyHead, some cat, and a midget were sitting in the Syndrome.  DocOc walked in, tripping on dancer, and started freaking out about the midgets, monkeys, and kitties talking to him.

Here's what I wrote as the rejection reasoning:

Lincoln died centuries before reliable cloning technology was available, and time travelers with such technology avoid the early twenty-first century like the plague.  I must say though, I am honestly most impressed with one of the most detailed and realistic histories I've seen in my time here.  Few can compare.  If only everyone could write such histories... that were themely.