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Beaklie Eilish is daugter of Ryan Goosling and Scarlett Johonkson from a pond in Fiji. It was not the nicest or the biggest pond but it was the place that Beaklie called home. Beaklie grew up with her older sister Cardi Beak and younger brother Tom Honks. Being a middle child, Beaklie was often overlooked because she did not have the beauty of her sister or the humor of her brother, she was just like any other goose until the day she kicked her first soccer ball.

When Beaklie was 8, she was at recess at school when a group of her classmates were kicking around a ball. Without knowing much of what they were doing, she decided to jump in and it almost came naturally to her. Beaklie was running and kicking the ball through all of her classmates and no one could keep up with her. Beaklie was so excited and spent the rest of the week talking to her parents about that day at recess. Her dad, Ryan decided to ball her, her own soccer ball and they would spend the evenings kicking the ball around. Impressed by her skills, her parents signed her up for the local soccer team. It was very clear that she was the heart of the soccer team and Beaklie could not get enough of the sport. Her soccer skills were making her parents notice her more and she has found the one thing that sets up apart from her siblings.

When Beaklie was 15, she was entering high school. Beaklie had a dream for playing for the high school team. Leading up to try outs, she overheard some of the senior girls making fun of her because of her size. Beaklie was smaller than everyone else on team and there was a lot of doubt in her. But Beaklie surprised them all, she managed to make varsity due to her speed and her ability to defend the balll. Flying over her team mates has proven to be her special talent. Beaklie played all 4 years on the varsity team and as captain and continued to improve. She became a local celebrity in her small little pond in Fiji.

APPROVED - the movie version of this story feels oddly easy to cast...

zeagle1

Joao Peixoto is a Portuguese professional football player hailing from Evora, in the Alentejo region of south central Portugal. He started out playing football for his local club, Lusitano de Évora, where he quickly made his way up the youth teams, but his potential was quickly spotted by many scouts. While Joao was a talented youngster, he still did not attract the eyes of the biggest teams from Portugal, since he was from a rural region without much presence in the footballing world. After negotiations with several larger teams in Portugal, Joao signed with Casa Pia Atlético Clube at age 16, because he was inspired by the club being partnered with a youth charity organization in Lisbon. Additionally, he was drawn to Lisbon because living in the big city would provide more opportunity for his parents should his footballing career not pan out. The transfer fee paid to Lusitano was sufficient to ensure the continued operation of his boyhood club for many years to come. Joao vowed to make his youth coaches proud, and to represent his city well as he continued on in his career.

Joao enjoyed several very fruitful years at Casa Pia where he made his senior debut as a center midfielder and became a regular starter for the club as they fought for survival in their divison. His family flourished after the move and life was good for the Peixoto clan! But Joao had bigger ambitions than just Portugal! The Simulation Soccer League came knocking with an offer that was too good to turn down. Casa Pia received a generous transfer fee for the young Portuguese midfielder, with his beloved Lusitano receiving another nice cash injection as the result of a sell-on clause they negotiated. For the first time in his life, Joao would be moving out from his parent's dwelling and into the big wide world as a professional athlete!

APPROVED - Felicidades, João!

favenviro

A Sydneysider born and bread, Alex Neale looks to take his first steps outside the city he has called home all his life. Since before he could remember, Neale went to sleep tucked into a Sydney City-themed bedspread and would go to their matches religiously; the memory of their competition victory all those seasons ago still brings tears to his eyes. A fanatic from the earliest years, Neale only ever dreamed of being a Syty player, until his heart was broken by their move to the North Pole (or, to him, it might as well have been). It was a wilderness for some time, having no matches to attend. He supposed that he should become a Reykjavik supporter, but it just wasn't the same.

For many, to be robbed of one's local team might have killed their love for the beautiful game, but patience and persistence were always Neale's greatest traits. For most of his early life Neale has been a lifelong academy footballer, playing in youth teams, development matches and rarely seeing first team action in favour of grinding away in high-performance centres and being any coach's most reliable midfielder. It was in this manner he learned that the assist was greater than the goal, and that to create was more beautiful than to complete.

It was a simple decision for Neale to join the Sydney City academy squad, and pulling on the purple for the first time was a dream come true. Now, Neale broadens his horizons, awaiting whatever new shores befall him come this week's draft. But when all is said and done, Neale will still dream of returning Sydney City to its former glory, and holds out hope of one day lifting the SSL trophy in purple.

Off the field, Neale enjoys birdwatching, exotic beers, horseplay (various), and the Great Australian Bake-Off.

APPROVED - a bake-off suits someone born and "bread"

Ka3akArkov

I was born in a small town outside Venice, little house nothing wealth built. Little more than a hut brought together by the will power of a married couple attempting to live, It was the best they could do for a small child. I made it from that small town about 2 feet before a terrible nightmare became my everyday life. Well, maybe I was being dramatic not a nightmare but at least something that I cannot fathom how I will attain my goals, but that I will.

I was a small child, I don't know 7 maybe 8 the years blended VERY fast, and I wasn't particular to paying much attention to anything around me but the soccer field. It was love from that very moment I watched the ball fly. I was hooked, loved that someone could hit something so light so fast. Players could be moving down the field, up the field. The sheer rush of it, it was distracting. It just so happened to be so distracting that it cost me my life. Well OK I guess my first life? I don't know if I have more after this but I only know that if this happens again I have to be more than a Diglet. How did it happen you say and "oh my gosh no"; look we are pressed for time here we really have to move way past me getting taken out by a tire in an alley somewhere near Venice. Yep that's what happened, I think this might be punishment for that somehow. I'm not getting into that now, we are hear to speak on me becoming a world class soccer...Diglett. Look stay with me ok?

What we can talk on is that YES, I am a Diglett I do want to become a world class soccer player and I have made huge strides to do so already. When I was a young Diglett, I looked at my parents. I was confused, I was betrayed by my knowledge of my short former life. No legs, just strait Digglett. No arms, just Digglett. I gained what I guess would be conscious thought early into the life. I mean I was some where after "born" and HEY I should be doing adult Diglett stuff. Only not knowing what in the world normal Diglett things were, observation was critical for pretty much my entire child Diglett life. It helped me to get through most of the needed things to do, to at least be alive. Not get taken down by a predator. Look things EAT Digglett folks. Please I get it they are trying to live. I just don't want to become Ala Carte for the Growlithe in the wilds.

I spotted someone playing soccer one day, in a field I have no idea where we where. I was near some town where we first spotted some humans. Out playing, couple of them had pokeballs. Look kids are kids you know they don't understand that we are out here just living. We get it, well maybe they don't but I do. I have honestly no idea if there is another Diglett like me. Anyways not important, I saw someone playing soccer. I moved, I had figured out how to root through the ground at an OK pace, but I had far surpassed my pack by a long time ago. I saw the humans, I should have "warned the pack". Look I have a lot to answer for but they captured a bunch of them into pokeballs. I didn't get to pull scout any more regardless of my speed. They communicated as such. Didn't much matter anyways, the next town over was rural America, Champlin MN. The rest of them got swept up in seconds, I watched as group of teenagers walked by and threw a pokeball knocking my sibling clean out one hit. I felt nothing but shame, I too would have done the very same thing.

I moved as a solo Diglett, but I found others playing soccer and watched from a distance. One day one of the adults called out that they had seen me watching everyday. They laughed at him, they called him several names. He laughed it off but he knew, I hid. For a couple days I just stayed away but I wanted to go back. I also didn't want to get hit so hard I got knocked out and became a fighter the rest of my life. I didn't know what was in those pokeballs for a life. I didn't want to find out. However, I wanted to also see that game.

I promise it was by complete chance the first time I launched the ball into near orbit. I popped up from the ground like I always do, just so happened at the time the ball was dropping I happened to be trying to come to the surface. That is however how I ended up here however, so we can get more into that later however know that that same guy that was watching me watch him, laughed really REALLY hard when his buddies watched me do it again, and again, and again. It felt very natural, just digging strait through the ground finding the ball from the vibrations on the soil. Easy, then up outta the dirt as far and as fast as I could! Kerpow! They decided instead of capturing me, that it was too funny I guess, and I lived at least another 3 nights in the open field playing with them before I decided this was it. I was going to become a professional Soccer Diglett.

APPROVED - should I be afraid to ask what a "Diglett" is?

CuriousShadow

Crashing through the portal from a parallel universe, Bernardo addresses the gathered team, "Is this thing turned on? Where am I? Why am I looking at myself?"

Professor: Good news, Bernardo! We needed a new player for the Andorran Galactic Team! Phil shattered both knees in a recent delivery mission and it completely unable to play space football anymore. We need you to take his place on the team to represent the galaxy.

Bernardo: But I can't play space football...

Professor: I know, just step into this machine. It will only hurt for between 20 to 20,000 seconds while the whole of football knowledge and history is loaded into your brain. Are you right or left footed?

Bernardo: Right, I think.

Professor: Not anymore! Football is replete with famous left footed players, and you will be one of them.

Bernardo: And this will make me an excellent footballer?

Professor: Oh goodness no - you will only have the knowledge of an expert. Your skill level will be low - so very low. In fact, the only skill you will have with any proficiency is the ability to run - I have drugged you to increase your fitness and stamina to an outlandish level.

Bernardo: So I won't have to train at all, I will just be ready to go?

Professor: You will have to work harder than ever to just be competitive with the other players in the League. The drugs have increased your stamina, but to gain the pace and acceleration you will be on the treadmill day and night. That reminds me - I'll ready this injection of non-sleeping medication to allow you to train 22 hours per day. Also, you will need to put in two hours overtime.

Bernardo: This sounds hard, can I go back to my home dimension?

Professor: Oh goodness no - you're stuck here with us. The timeline has already mended and your dimension is far in the distance. Good luck making it as a footballer, otherwise we have deliveries you could make.

APPROVED - with "I have drugged you to increase your fitness and stamina to an outlandish level.", every SSL player feels seen.

Kyamprac

Maggie Sinclair was born in Vancouver, British Columbia to a family with a strong passion for anything and everything sports. Her father and brothers all had a history of playing soccer at some professional level or another, while her mother dabbled in various different amateur sports over the years. Given her family background, it was no surprise that Maggie Sinclair would show an interest in joining a team at a young age.

Maggie began playing soccer at the age of four for a U7 girl's team in the city. In just two short seasons, her competitive spirit grew to a point where all she wanted to do was play the game, practice, and get better. She tried her hand at basketball and baseball in both boys and girls' leagues, insisting she could play any game as well as her brothers or any other boy. However, it didn't take long for her to figure out that soccer was her true love and by the time she turned 12, she had led her Club to a handful of league titles, provincial titles, and top-five national finishes.

Going into high school, Sinclair continued her success out on the field and helped lead her co-ed team to three league championships. From there, her career took off. Maggie Sinclair took every opportunity she was offered to gear up and go. She eventually landed herself on Canada's U18 national team, where her performance really drew the attention of scouts in the SSL.

Consequently, Sinclair was entered into the 18th SSL Prospect Draft. She was selected in the second round, 15th overall by Schwarzwälder FV. Since then, she's continued to work hard to earn her spot on the roster. Today, she plays as a striker for Schwarzwälder's minor league team, Montréal United. With luck, she'll settle into a prominent role and have the opportunity to feed her passion for the game out on the pitch.

APPROVED - It's not luck, it's steady earning.

JoeSteel

King Szarekh in the current year is supposedly outside of the Milky Way galaxy galanting about as the Necron race still slumbers. Unbeknownst to even the triarch itself, he instead went to explore different experiences amongst those that still have pumping hearts and inflated lungs. One of the most lucrative options he saw was a sport on Earth which dropped the wealth of nations on individual players. Nowhere in the universe had such grim measures be seen under such bright lights. Most of the primitives had the decency to do their rituals under the cover of darkness. It was here that the Silent King would see what nobility truly felt like. Upon landing in the nation with the most people, Szarekh would become known for his sense of extravagance and quiet, determined approach to everything while still maintaining a sense of flair. Known to walk the roads to games in order to drum up morale for the local populace, he quickly become a local legend and a source of pride for it's people. Not only a marvel himself as living metal, but he quickly adopted local customs and colors. Altho accustomed to royal life and never lifting a hand, he insisted upon doing everything himself from cleaning to organizing. As he looked towards getting drafted, it became clear to him that he couldn't realistically do everything on the field as he had with the local exhibitions. Understanding that he will one day have to awaken his people and defend their tombs until they have time to rise, he decided to become a defender. In old necrontyr fashion you're supposed to challenge the commander of an army to a duel in order to preserve soldiers; and thus he would focus on 1v1 training in order to shut down the enemies best asset. Upon joining SFV/MTL he realized how truly sloppy his style of play was, and allowed himself to be relegated to the minors until he could show he deserved otherwise. His legacy would come not from awards or championships, but in frustrating opponents so much they dread to play him.

APPROVED - "winds up opponents" is the trait for Szarekh!