Fnaf RP PAFP Need someone to be Mike Schmidt

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    Name: Bandit Smith (Fritz's younger sister)
    Age: 20 yes
    Looks: She's undersized. She has pale skin and golden brown hair. Her eyes are, atrangely, a radiant purple color. She has scars on her wrists from cutting, and covers them with bandages. She usually wears Jeans, a T shirt, a purple and white hoodie, and combat boots. Also, she's has scars across her left shoulder and belly from '87.
    Personality: She tends to be shy around some people, but she's generally outgoing. She loves puns and can be sarcastic to the point she can't tell if she herself is being sarcastic. Also, she loves to collect Pokemon cards.
    History: Abused by her parents, ran away at 8 years old with her brother, Fritz. He left her when she was 11. She witnessed the Bite and somewhat was part of it. No she was not the main focus. She was trying to get Mike(the real victim) away from Foxy, only for him to turn and hurt her as well. Mike had lost all memory of her. She had no name, so Fritz deemed her Bandit. Now, she's taken a position as a night guard.
    Plot: They meet on the first night. She's late, whereas he is already there. She nearly gets killed. Great first impression, right?

    Yes! Thanks for replying! If you would be so kind as to fill out the form, just so I can know how you would roleplay as Mike. Also, FNAFFFFFF YESSSS YEEEEEESSSS. *cough* Thanks for being here.

    Name: Mike Schmidt.
    Age: 24 years.
    Looks: Being at 6'4'', he's kind of hard not to miss. He's a rather normal looking adult, being slightly muscular and rather lean. He kind of tanned, but can be identified as an American boy, Has windswept and tousled dark brown hair with a rather... glowing electric blue eyes. But his windswept hair is kind of choppy now, seeing as he was bit on the head. Likes to wear caps. Normally wears casual clothes but normally has a hoodie or shirt with him everywhere, denim pants with crocs or black converses.
    Personality: O-Oh, Mike is definitely the impatient, strong-willed yet sweet kind of guy. He's kind of hotheaded and hardheaded, very impatient at times and sometimes brags - however he isn't conceited. Likes to do things his own way, which is sometimes brute force - but he is smart, surprising people at times. Mike does admit that he's wrong at times, finding it easier to let some things go. Mike tends is very sarcastic and humerus, also defending himself using sarcasm or humor. Is forgetful now,
    History: When he was younger, he loved to go to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. He would go there when his parents had allowed him too. His parents were loving and kind, Mike gaining most of his Mother's personality and also gaining features and his smarts from his father. He adored Foxy, liking to be a pirate and wishes to be the sea. However... things went a little haywire one day. Foxy had lunged for a crying child however Mike had pushed him out of the way and got chomped by Foxy instead. He didn't know Bandit anymore. And he was immediately rushed to the hospital after they had got him out. Now he tends to be forgetful now, a bit more impatient that he usually was... he also developed a sense of humor now.


    [Nah, I like it here. You seem pretty nice! :) Hope you had a nice day!]

    [yep!]


    Mike grumbled his breath, as his fingers drummed and tapped across the smooth surface of the table. The taps could be recognized as sounds of irritation or anger of some sort - and it was true. The brunette was waiting for a fellow Night Guard, however it was nearly 12 AM, the time when the shift was about to start and his co-worker was nowhere to be found. Low growls could be heard from him, his patience was running low now. As you could tell, he's not the once for waiting around. "Where are they?" He mumbled lowly, jumping up to his feet from the chair, and began to pace around in the small room as their lips were twisted downwards for a frown. "They're late."

    Bandit had just made it inside when the clock struck 12. "Shit!" She muttered, trying to stay hidden. She'd heard about the animatronics being possessed. Bandit was now near the kitchen when she heard heavy steps. She hid under a table, scared out of her wits.

    Hearing the 12 AM chime, Mike rolled his eyes - guess the person isn't going to arrive. "Time to be the loner again..." He sighed. He had slightly hoped that he wouldn't be alone tonight, not exactly well on being alone most of the time (ask his friends) but he could deal with it. He grabbed the tablet and opened it, flicking the cameras to the Stage. He blinked when he realized that Bonnie was missing.

    Bandit peeked out. Bonnie was right in front of the hell, blocking it. She'd have to take the other way. She quickly ctrawled over to the other, only to stop. Chicago blocked that way. She snuck into the kitchen, and locked the door.

    Mike heard a faint click of a door closing, and his awareness rose a little higher - he really did not want animatronics in the Office. He flicked the cameras on, seeing Bonnie coming closer and closer - while Chica stood near the Kitchen. "Ah, f***. What the hell should I do?" He swore quietly, knowing that every time he used the Monitor, the doors and lights that power is going to be drained.

    (Sorry for being gone so long.)
    Bandit carefully crawled over to the vent. She could hide there. She was small enough, after all. She took out a screwdriver, and was able to get the cover off. She crawled in, wincing at the loud banging noise she made.