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 Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 2:48 pm
††‡ In Led Orroc ‡†† In the islands of Led Orroc, there is a feud among five major groups, each inhabiting one of the five major islands. They have been in
several battles with each other, some worse than others, but otherwise the same. Some people have tried to create peace between the
groups, but have utterly failed. But now, an unknown disease, called D-UN, has begun to spread. At first it was a minor issue, but after
a few days, it showed how serious it could be. It is a virus that slowly eats away a person's blood cells, as well as causing internal
organs to fail. Even the most advanced medicine and/or remedies could not heal the sickness. It is now considered a plague. So far no
one has died from it yet, but people who have received it have become bedridden. That has become a major dilemma for the society.
With people falling unconsciously under the streetlights, the current leader of the richest group, Sined, has decided to take initiative
and sent a letter to each leader of the other four main groups and to other important officials as well. It is a letter asking to partake in
a meeting. The five leaders must meet up on Inoracam Island, where the meeting is taken place. But when they arrive, will they accept
each others' differences and their quest? To go beyond the call of duty for their people? Or will they reject their journey for selfish needs..?
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 2:53 pm
††‡ Main Islands of Led Orroc ‡†† Inoracam ( i/no/ra/cam )- Biggest Island of Led Orroc. Most known for its cities and it's advanced technology. What most people say about Inoracam is,"If you could make it in Inoracam, then you can make it anywhere." It is usually called the "social" or "prosperous" island. It is home to the Sined group and other "everyday individuals", or people not belonging into a group. It's most famous landmark is the InoSi tower, which stands right in the middle of the island. Inoracam is located about 6,000 miles east from Repplis, about 6,700 miles northeast from Ased, about 8,950 miles southwest from Levram, and about 3,200 miles from Ocsid.
Ocsid ( ahk/sid )- Third largest island of Led Orroc. Most known for it's factories. It ships most of it's man-made goods to Inoracam, which ships it to the other neighboring islands. It is nicknamed "The Industrial Island". It is home to few of the Sinedens and mostly to the Asenavs. It's most famous landmark is the Led Orrocian Radio Tower. It broadcasts radio stations for all of Led Orroc, making it one of the most important sites in the country. Ocsid is located about 3,200 miles southeast from Inoracam, about 7,500 miles south from Levram, about 15,600 miles east from Ased, and about 22,100 miles southeast from Repplis.
Levram ( lev/ruhm )- Fourth largest island of Led Orroc. Most known for its agriculture and natural resources. It is far away from the industriul islands and has very good farmland, making it a great place for raising animals and growing props. It is referred to as the "green" or "peace" island. It is home to the Kirred group. Its most famous landmark is the Levre Zoo, containing more than 150 species of animals. Levram is located about 8,950 miles northeast from Inoracam, about 7,500 miles north from Ocsid, about 23,050 northeast from Repplis, and about 27,000 miles northeast from Ased when crossing Inoracam.
Repplis ( re/plis )- Smallest island of Led Orroc. Most known for it's hot spas and vacation resorts. Many tourists from other regions often visit Repplis first. Repplis is nicknamed "The Paradise" for its tropical weather and vacation sites. It is home mostly to the Anicad group. Its most famous landmark is the Repplis Onsen, the biggest spa site in Led Orroc. Repplis is located about 6,000 miles west from Inoracam, about 22,100 miles northeast from Ocsid, about 23,050 miles southwest from Levram, and about 2,900 miles from Ased.
Ased ( a/sed )- Second largest island of Led Orroc. Most known for its abandoned cities, rebels and normal climate. It's usually called the "rebel" or "no" island. Ased used to be the old industrial island filled with working factories, but all the businesses moved to Ocsid. Ased is home to the Zokushi group, as well as many poor families. Its most famous landmark is the Abandoned Church, where the Zokushi usually hang out. Ased is located about 6,700 miles southwest from Inoracam, about 15,600 miles west from Ocsid, about 27,000 miles southwest from Levram when taking the most direct route, and about 2,900 miles south from Repplis.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 7:25 pm
††‡ Five Major Groups of Led Orroc ‡†† **Sined* ( si/ned )- The largest group of Led Orroc. The Sinedens are a group of high, classy people. Most Sinedens think that they are on top of the food chain and are way better than everyone else. They are usually very wealthy and are more into politics than "fun". They are also the oldest group, dating back in 1947. Their symbolic colors are white and gold. Most Sinedians live in Inoracam.
Asenav ( ah/seh/nahv )- The third largest group of Led Orroc. The Asenavs are hard-working people, usually stubborn. They have high standards, and some Asenavs are former Sinedens. Their symbolic colors are brown and silver. Most Asenavs live on Ocsid.
**Kirred ( kee/ruhd ) or ( ki/red )- The second smallest group of Led Orroc.The Kirredians are mostly calm and hard-working people. They try to see most of the good things in life, and most attempted peacemakers were Kirredians. Their symbolic color is green and white. Most Kirredians live on Levram.
Anicad ( a/nee/kuhd ) or ( a/nee/kid )- The smallest group of Led Orroc. The Anicads are seen as polite and "traditional". The people often don't take sides and are quite independent. A wide variety of people are part of the Anicad group. Their symbolic color is purple, blue, and red. The Anicads live on Repplis.
**Zokushi* ( zo/ku/shi )- The second largest group of Led Orroc. The Zokushi group is actually a band of children ranging from 2-19 years old who have the tough breaks on life. The Zokushi group is also one of the most recent, technically starting five years before the plague.. Although it is mostly referenced with children, adults are also included. "Anyone who's on the bad end in life is a part of the Zokushi group.." was said by the group leader herself. Their symbolic colors vary, but is usually white and blue or red and black.
*Group leader has been taken
**Highlight to see name
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 5:16 pm
††‡ Characters/Reserved Chara. ‡††  Sined Leader
Inora Vice
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Azekal Noxcis Asenav Leader
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Kisei "Kimi" K. Rosendal
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Miyuki of the Moon Zokushi Assistant
Yana Mishka Kenyal
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Ra Ra Rumpleteaser*still accepting characters *characters that have not been filled in yet are NPCs *update when needed
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 8:49 pm
††‡ In Led Orroc ‡†† currently: Under Construction † Open † Closed † Accepting † Full † No Longer Accepting created by: Miyuki of the Moon
Special thanks to: Ra Ra Rumpleteaser, Kaiya Hytoshi, Azekal Noxcis and to everyone who has at least read the title. Thank you very much! In Led Orroc: Character Profiles threadOoC/Recruiting threadIC thread
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 8:53 pm
You may have up to three characters. Skeleton: [b]Name:[/b]
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 10:14 pm
††‡ Name: Kisei K. "Kimi" Rosendal‡ ††
Title: Zokushi Leader
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Age: 15
Appearance: She is fair skinned with occasional bumps and cuts on various areas. Her hair a very dark brown and is parted. One side was ear length while the other side was shoulder length and usually braided. Her cheeks are almost always flushed, a trait she inherited from her father. There is a maroon colored scar over her right eye. Her height is 5 feet and 3 inches while her weight is 118 lbs.
Biography: She was born in Ased and her family did not belong to a certain group. Her father was Japanese and her mother was American. They did all sorts of things that a family should do. They took walks in the park when it was sunny, played boardgames when it was raining, and took family trips south during the winter. Her mother would teach her how to bake and how to play a violin, while her father would teach her self-defense techniques he learned when he was assisting the Anicads in a battle overseas.
They lived in a decent house and her parents had decent jobs. Her father was an executive of a well-known cellphone company while her mother was a teacher for a nearby orphanage. Kisei was usually left in the house alone, but she didn't mind. She knew her parents would always come back.
One day, Kisei went out to her backyard to water her family's garden. She and her parents had planted a variety of plants and flowers a few months back. When she was younger, she thought it was enjoyable to step on flowers with thick stems. Her mother would say to her that life is valuable, and must know to cherish it. She also quoted a few lines from the bible, but Kisei was too young to understand.
Back to the story. Kisei went out to water the garden. While drenching the petunias, she heard a cracking sound. Crack, crack. From behind, a girl with wild hair and pale skin jumped on her. Kisei was dumbstruck for a moment, but found her senses. Kisei struggled to get out from under the wild girl, and almost succeeded, but the girl put her in a firm headlock. She began to whisper about a certain group coming for her, and putting an end to her family. Kisei clasped her hands together and held them far from her body. She brought her arms back in attempt to elbow the girl, but it just flung into the air. The girl was gone.
A few weeks later, Kisei began to notice that her parents weren't acting normally. Her father came back home lesser than usual, and her mother started to drink more often. Kisei tried asking them if anything was wrong, but whenever she brought up the idea, her parents would quickly change the subject. Over the weeks, her parents' behavior became worse.
A month after Kisei's parents were acting strange, Kisei found her family's bill box under her f. It was a box to keep record of all the debts the family owed. On the very top of the stack of papers was just another paper. But this paper was different. Kisei was nine years old at the moment, but went to school early and was in sixth grade. She knew how to add and subtract integers. She knew how to read. She knew that the amount of money on the paper were far too much her parents could afford. She knew what “overdue” meant. She knew what the word stamped in red, which was “BANKRUPT” meant. She hurriedly closed the box and shoved it back into the shadows. She left the room with a new worry in her mind.
A few more days later, Kisei found her mother crying outside. Next to her was a body. It didn’t look human. It was bent in grotesque angles, and a pool of a dark liquid came from it. Her mother repeatedly wailed out her father’s name, “Kiseki! Kiseki!” As Kisei walked closer, her heart skipped a beat. The figure was her dad.
Eight days after her father died, the city counsel didn’t bother with Kisei’s family problems, for they, too, were in deep trouble. Kisei was told by her father’s boss the events that led to that moment. The cell phone company that her father worked for went out business because a different company was taking away their clients. That caused a major problem in the family’s financial life. Her father was the main strength of gaining money in the family, and yet he lost his job. He struggled to find other places for work, but many ideal jobs were taken by the other former cell-phone company workers. He was really stressed, and it didn’t help each time his wife yelled at him for coming home late. It caused their relationship with each other weak. Her father was under too much pressure and had too many problems. He hit the point where he just gave up and decided to end his life. He committed suicide.
A month has passed after her father’s death, and she wasn’t the only child in Ased who had to face hardships. Each day when she walks home from school, a building gets closed down. More and more people roamed the streets, especially children, and the once successful island was slowly turning into a slum.
Six weeks after the tragedy, Kisei wanted to confront her mother. She comes home very late, and she sometimes comes with strange men. When she does, Kisei hides in her room and does whatever. When her mother came back alone, Kisei walked towards her. She started by telling her how worried she gets when her mother acts that way. She followed that by talking about how she needs to take care of herself more. Of course, Kisei was still about nine years old when she did this, but she has learned a lot from her experiences and watching health and discovery channels. She gathered up all the courage she could have mustered at the moment and began to talk about her father. But at the sound of her dad’s name, her mother went berserk for a moment. She told Kisei never to mention his name ever again. Kisei waited a moment for her mother to settle down, and then she started again. This time, her mom went all out. She yelled and screeched and grabbed locks of Kisei’s hair. She clumsily trudged into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. At the sight of the knife, Kisei fought and tried to escape. But her mother had an iron grip. She swung the knife and missed her. On the second try, she cut half of Kisei’s hair messily. On the third swing, she lost her balance and barely cut Kisei’s right eyelid. Her mother stopped swinging and dropped the knife, and fell to her knees, sobbing.
Shocked, Kisei fell to the floor, holding her eye. She stared wide-eyed at her mother. And in a few seconds, she got up and rushed out of the house. She stopped a few blocks away and turned around to see the world around her. Many buildings were abandoned, and on every corner there is a kid asking for money. There were almost no adults around, and the very few that were there were either poor or driving towards the docks. The adults driving towards the island docks were headed towards Ocsid, which was the main reason why cities on Ased were almost deserted. The families with infants took the children with them, but those with children older than that were left behind. The reason why is most likely because the family could not afford to bring everyone to Ocsid, where business was booming.
Kisei, cold and hurt, stayed standing where she was. She was on the brink of tears, but seeing all the other kids made her think. She stayed the night at her middle school and came out as a new, thoughtful person. She considered returning home and did so, but found that her mom has fled as well. Strangely, Kisei didn’t feel anything of it. Instead, she continued to go to school, the only place that is still up and running. She gathered up a group of friends whose problems were similar. Each friend was certainly a unique person, and Kisei learned a lot from them, and they learned a lot from her. She was actually happy.
She never really lived anywhere, but she considered the top floor of the building her father worked at to be her room, since she slept there. It was very roomy and kind of fun to explore. It was also near the abandoned church, where Kisei and her pals usually hung out. One day when she was looking out from a window in her room, she took a good look at the many families and kids living on the streets. She wondered why they did so, since the government for the island fled as well. She thought about the many people who have also had bad experiences and could no longer experience happiness. An idea struck her.
She gathered her friends and told them about the idea. She talked about including all those people in the streets and creating a new society. Of course, her friends thought she was crazy, but they listened to her intently. The kids invited people they saw to live with them in their building, the same one where Kisei lives. They created a roster for every person they had to take responsibility for. They raided the houses that were left behind for dirt and took all the belongings. In about three hours, an average house would be completely empty. It usually took faster, since their group was growing steadily. The food would be kept at the supermarkets that were abandoned, and put the furniture and others in a parking lot. The food was stored to feed the people who had no food at all.
Little did Kisei know that she was creating something that would change Led Orroc’s society.
At age 11, Kisei had added about 700 more people to her group. The cities of Ased had become much more organized in the past year. There was a small feudal system now. The regular people with no social status were at the bottom. The people with important jobs, such as keeping track of the roster or teaching the uneducated, were above that. The people above that were the ones who run the community and make sure everything is in check. Above that is the leader’s assistant, and above that is the leader herself, which happens to be Kisei. All people have had equal rights, and everyone has been taught self-defense skills.
One day, a girl, no older than 14, spoke to Kisei. She told her about having a group name. This confused Kisei. After all, this is only a charity for the less fortunate, right? She stood in her room, looking out on what she has started. Only about a year has passed since she told her friends about the idea, yet so much has changed. And then she thought that it could become so much more. She turned on the PA system, something they installed a few months ago for whenever she had major announcements. She held the mike tightly and spoke. “Hello, everyone.” At once, she saw the faces of more than 700 human beings, listening on what she has to say. “A lot has happened in the past year, and I would like to say that I am very proud.” Many people cheered. At the sound of her voice, a few teenagers wondered why an 11-year-old was the head of the group, but they shrugged it off and cheered anyways. “We have progressed so much, and I believe that we deserve to have a name.” She paused and waited for the huge crowd to settle down. “From now on, I will greet you as the Zokushi leader.” At once, she heard murmuring. She didn’t say anymore and turned the PA system off. A few people questioned, another few shrugged and moved on. But after moments of agreeing, a cheer was heard, and Kisei nodded. She got the word from two kanji, one meaning “rebellious” and the other meaning “children”. She laughed quietly when she thought about her inspiration for that name. And that was the start of the Zokushi.
Over the next few years, the Zokushi has grown rapidly, and word of it has spread all the way to Inoracam. Generals did not accept the group, and has sent troops to stop the group from growing. But each time they tried to invade, the Zokushi were always ready, and fought the battles. They were always on the winning side. The generals have given up and have let the Zokushi become an official group, but that didn’t stop them from invading. But as alway, the Zokushi would fight them off and win. In fact, it has become quite predictable when they would attack, making the battles seem boring.
Now at age 15, Kisei must face a new problem: What can she do to save her people from the mysterious disease?
Weapons/Accessories(optional): Different kinds of knifes and switchblades, each from a different person. Some knifes are hidden in a secret space in her boots. She owns a sword, but chooses to use it for display or for scaring off people who annoy her. She has a device smuggled from Inoracam, which can be compared to a Megaman style buster/blade. And do fists count? She uses whatever's available. She also keeps smoke bombs, sleeping pills, rubber bands and etc. in her fanny pack.
Strengths: She has very quick reflexes and can find weak points easily. She's a quick-thinker and quite flexible in many ways. She's also a great runner and jumper. She has great coordination. She can seduce boys, and maybe girls, her age easily. In a few words, she can kick a**. Very well.
Weaknesses: She isn't very good when it comes to strength. She also hesitates sometimes and can get distracted when her conscience gets the best of her.
Likes: Animals, food, her friends, her group, her responsibility, freedom, singing, books, music, singing, baking, cooking, sparring, her weapons
Dislikes: Bad food, drama, stubborn people, dancing, being waken up when she doesn't want to
Fears: Small, tight, and pitch back places. She's also afraid of facing her past. She's also a bit afraid of chainsaws, but she uses them anyway.
Other(optional): Her mother's name was Kimberly and her father's name was Kiseki, which means "miracle". Her nickname "Kimi" is from Kimberly and miracle.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 5:58 am
Name: Yana Mishka Kenyal
Title: The Zokushi Assistant
Age: Seventeen
Appearance: Everything about her appearance is fake. Her hair is died black with clip on streaks where it is naturally light brown. Her contacts are purple and green where her eyes are blue. Her skin is covered in makeup. Her lips are painted red because they are pale from anaemia. Her bra and panties are padded because she thinks she's too thin (most mornings she's too seedy to eat). Her arms are scarred from multiple injections.
Biography: Simply put, Yana made friends with the wrong people in primary school. The group of kids she was in were nice but their parents all has issues with drugs, alcohol, theft or were just plain bogans. The parents didn't amount to much, didn't bother to keep a good eye on their children and basically considered school to be free babysitting. It was a silent assumption that their kids would turn out like that too. They did the work in school but never did their homework. They had no ambitions other than to buy the newest piece of technology or to show off a new move at the playground. The girls always claimed the monkey bars and the boys claimed the fort. It was the same day in and day out. The girls would chat and hang upside down from the monkey bars and the boys would take turns jumping and rolling off the fort.
From year to year, nothing ever changed. The oldest kids in primary school would claim the fort and monkey bars while the younger years played "the ground is lava" or tiggy. The next year the kids who played tiggy would take over the monkey bars and so the pecking order would remain unchanged.
When Yana's group made it to high school there was a record amount of attendance, at least for the first term. They were big kids now. They were high schoolers. They could go over to the primary school before school and hassle the younger kids for money, just like the youngest high schoolers did to them. They would then have their lunch money taken from the new big kids, the senior high schoolers. Everything was as it always was at the local primary and high schools where Yana lived and Yana was scooped up into the flow.
To Mr and Mrs Kenyal, Yana was a good girl: well spoken, sociable and would never get into things like drugs of theft. Yana going to high school would be exactly the same as they remembered. Unfortunately, they weren't Yana. They weren't part of the sub-culture Yana had befriended.
At the start of second term, the younger high schoolers got sick of showing up. Being the youngest kids in the school wasn't as cool as being the oldest kids in primary school so they simply didn't turn up. They'd go to one another's places or hang out near the primary school so they could frighten the little kids for money as they rode their bikes in. They'd trick their parents into thinking they'd gone to school and the teachers had simply overlooked them at school. They'd wander off through the streets and hang out with the homeless people. They'd sneak into the clubs and throw things around. Nobody was there during the day so nobody would catch them stealing anything that wasn't locked away. When things did start to get locked away they'd go to another bar and do the same thing there. They'd take photos of one another on their phones, MMS one another the photos and b***h about photos others had sent them. Everything was perfect in their eyes.
To the rest of the world, they were just another group of kids out to make a nuisance of themselves while never amounting to anything. Yana was always the instigator of the more outrageous stints. She was wild. She was beyond wild and when she was wild, she was fun. She was a laugh. She was the life of the party. She was the perfect friend. Everything was perfect in their eyes. She'd hang out with her friends for about a week or two before disappearing. She wouldn't answer her phone. She wouldn't come out of her room. She wouldn't eat. It was like she didn't exist when she wasn't happy but her friends never worried. That was just Yana. Yana was cool so it didn't matter how weird she was.
It wasn't until the first time that Yana and her friends were caught that Mr and Mrs Kenyal picked up that her friends weren't the good girls and boys they'd always assumed. They tried to get her away from them, even going as far as to move towns and putting her in a strict private school. It didn't work. She was with a higher class of students, a higher class of no-hopers and a higher class of thieves. More money and more influence meant she could get more money from stealing and more expensive drugs than her previous friends had been able to steal from their parents and the school "lurkers".
It was then that she tried her first glass-laced ecstasy. It was delicious. The little "green mint" was delicious, especially with Rumple Minze shots. Within minutes the glass helped the ekky to absorb and she went wild. She was hugging and kissing everyone. She couldn't even count how many mouths her tongue had been in or what gender they'd been. All she could remember was how great it felt and how amazing the taste of cherry chapstick was when she stole it from some pretty boy's lips. Even the feel of rubbing her face against the wall felt so special. It was like she was god of some unknown realm. It was like the greatest upper she'd ever had. She never wanted to return.
Nothing that good ever lasts forever though. She woke up seedy, depressed and began sobbing for no reason. She just sat there rocking backwards and forwards while people around her slept in various amounts of disarray. Someone mumbled for her to shut up and she got a pillow thrown at her face but still she cried. She needed to get back up. She needed more ecstacy. She began grinding her teeth for no reason as she stumbled around who knew who's house. She threw pillows around, pushed people off couches, emptied people's pockets and pulled everything out of the fridge in her search for more before staggering to vomit out the window. The cops were there, watching the house.
She shouted and kicked people, waking them up and pointing to the open window. Someone locked all the windows and shut all the curtains while another began looking for every stash in the house. They scampered. Some fell over in the rush, they got taken by the pigs, while others jumped fences or rushed at the police. Yana managed to get home safe but didn't get away with it. Her parents heard about the party on the news and guessed why she was feeling so seedy, so emotional. Normally her downers didn't hit this fast. It had to be the drugs. They had trouble believing their little girl could do that but she obviously had. She stank too.
Her whole room stank of her when they went to check on her, when it had been clean before she left. They didn't know what to do with her so they sent her to hospital. She was checked as stable within a few hours but she didn't get let out. She was taken to the hospital's psychological intensive care unit for three days to monitor her behaviour. She'd been in there once before overnight after a stronger than usual depressive episode but this time it was different. Rather than curling into herself she was aggressive towards others as well. She screamed and shouted and swore about her parents until finally she was too tired to move. She curled up under her bed and wouldn't let anyone touch her. It took three days for her to get to a "normal" level of depression and for her to go home.
When she got home, everything had changed. She was no longer the princess her parents had imagined. Their picture of her was shattered. She was something other, something not theirs. They had always been good parents, if a little lenient when it came to her old friends. Where did this all come from? Drugs. It wasn't the finish either, it was mearly the start of a live where they could not tell what Yana could be doing. She rarely told them anything and when she did it was during one of her episodes of violence, anger, emotion, sorrow and elation. Finally, it got so bad they decided she had to stay in the hospital until it was "out of her system."
Yana was in the car when she realised where they were going. Two streets away from the hospital she silently unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door then bolted. The car screeched to a halt and she tumbled across the ground, losing a great deal of skin in the process. She ran. She kept running. She was gone.
Weapons/Accessories: Do morphine, cocaine and ecstasy count?
Steel knuckle dusters (given by ex), butterfly knife (illegal), pistol and identical taser (both bought on black market), black bag (bought with drug money) with bright buttons (stolen from sewing store), red ipod (stolen)
Strengths: Can bounce back from anything, excellent b***h fighter
Weaknesses: Unstable, basket case, unpredictable, disturbed, emotional, low muscle mass
Likes: Bright colours, lights, techno music, house music, dance music, trance music, black rooms, black lights, images, patterns, textures, whispers before bed, v plates, the uppers
Dislikes: Silence, the time between drug hits (daytime), mirrors, her reflection, sad people, loud mornings, the police, smoking, the downers
Fears: Hospitals, police, her parents
Other: More stuff added later.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 9:52 pm
Name: Inora Vice Title: Sined leader
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 Age: Forty one Biography: Inora never really expected her political career to be so prolific. Sure, an occasional achievement or two over the course of a decade would've been fine but she never quite planned on being the Sined leader. She didn't exactly plan on being kidnapped and getting her throat mutilated at the age of thirty-five either. It just seemed to happen. Maybe that was what set her up to be chosen for leadership, she certainly exhibited a respectable drive as she headed a task-force bent on linking the gang problems to a certain group of companies. While she didn't exactly count for the number of deaths the gang incurred, their propaganda about dying before speaking to officials seemed accurate, she was able to interrogate a number of high ranking ones that had enough sense to realize that death wasn't always the answer. While she would've been just fine with what the task force accomplishment, her superiors apparently found another use for her.
It was during the time of the task-force that her relationship with Ferryl Locke, who was interning at the time, became more then just casual acquaintances. It started out simple enough, they stumbled upon each other in a bar. Ferryl sort of drunkenly slurring to Inora about how her boss, Ms.Vice herself, was an iron fisted b***h that accepted little to no mistakes and would just tear into interns on any day of the week for little things that seemed to set her off. Ferryl's drunken slurs caused a fit of noiseless laughter to go through Inora as she sat beside the young girl. Oh it was just too much listening to her! The look on Ferryl's face when Inora handed her a note, mentioning how she should show more of that back bone during the workday. In a drunken urge, she asked if Ferryl would go dancing later that night. Vice was definitely in for a surprise when she woke up in a strange bed, in a strange apartment, as she rushed to work. Though looking back on it now only causes her to smile.
What solidified her position as a candidate for leadership was right after her little task force ended, and she was offered a chance to go after the group funding the gangs. How could she say no? It was this very position that her superiors were hoping to put her in, since another leader was going to be needed soon. She might've seen the entire thing coming or might've had an inkling, if her relationship with Ferryl wasn't becoming more serious...serious enough that Inora started to worry whether her girlfriend would become a target. Thankfully that didn't happen and after Ferryl cornered her into a wall, they were engaged to be married at the ages of thirty seven and twenty two. As if she didn't have enough to worry about, her superiors decided to give her a wedding gift...one that she didn't exactly want, but they realized the reception was a perfect time to trap her into the position of leading the Sinedians.
They, Vice's superiors, expected her to be scared into inaction by the power, from what they gathered in her profile she just didn't really like it, making her an easy puppet for them to control. Oh how wrong they were! Unknown to them, and recently discovered by Vice herself, was the fact that she had quite a bit of temperance when it came to power. Chastity and mercy still need some work though. Boy, they were surprised when they first tried to get Inora to allow something that would be considered profiteering...which she promptly shot down. While it certainly surprised both parties, Vice and the powers that be, they reacted to it in decidedly different ways. Inora, upon realizing that these might also be the same people that put her in power, began an under the table investigation team with the intent of trying to bring her superiors' plans to light... Meanwhile, her superiors began to slowly ratchet up the pressure on Inora, who just calmly responded in kind by saying; "that they were underestimating the person they put into control and they should leave it be."
Alas they both knew the other wouldn't give up, so their machinations just continued getting more and more threatening until it erupted, when her superiors threatened to kidnap and torture Ferryl. That brought down Inora's wrath from the heavens, and ended up revealing Vice's foresight. Who had sent Ferryl on a trip to Ocsid, along with their unborn daughter, into the safe hands of someone Ferryl could trust. She was so worried that something bad would happen to her wife, that she dedicated herself to eradicating her superiors after the threat was issued. This dedication was so all consuming that by the time she was thirty nine, it took a visit from her daughter to realize that her machinations made Inoracam safe for her family.
Vice's actions allowed Inoracam to experience a time of relative peace and development. She views the disease as something...slightly easier, but is more then capable of defeating. Weapons/Accessories(optional): A sub-lingual voice box implant disguised as a choker and a speaker disguised as a jewel. A pair of glasses that acts as a PDA and displays everything she might require for the day. Enhanced cybernetic eyes, a gadget* that serves as her phone as well as a link to the internet for her glasses. She also has an extra ear bud or two that serve as speakers for her phone device, as well as a pair of flame spewing gauntlets and a pistol. Strengths: Political power, technical expertise, and an excellent endurance fighter to boot.
Weaknesses: A rather bad marksman when it comes down to it. Sometimes relies too much technology when human traits would be better suited for it. Tends to over-analyze decisions she's already made, wondering about there far reaching consequences. Vice becomes incredibly vindictive if any manages to hurt or sufficiently threaten her family.
Likes: Quiet, Anya, Ferryl, techno music, vengeance, and while she would never admit it aloud she has quite a fondness for romance...and her collection of trashy romance novels would support this secret. Dislikes: Pompous old money, close minded nouveau riche, sociopathic oligarchies, egotism. Being forced into a position of power.
Fears: Something dire happening to Anya, or her little lamb, Ferryl.
Other(optional): Her spouse is the reason behind her knowing how to fight, and defend herself. Not so much when it comes to being a marksman of decent caliber but she figured the guards that follow her more than make up for her lack of accuracy.
*The "gadget" is the thing that the numbers one, two, and three are above in the provided picture.
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