WRITE YOUR NAME AND WHAT YOU'D LIKE TO BE CALLED.I can do that? Choose a name? One that you'll address me with, something of my choosing? Well, this is good. Wait a bit... Stone. You can call me Stone.
HOW OLD ARE YOU? A LIFE STAGE IS FINE IF YOU DON'T KNOW.That can mean a lot of things. Let's start with my appearance. Based on my height, build, and face ((if I ever take off my hood and mask)) I look somewhere around 19? Yeah, 19. Moving on, my ((mostly)) biological age is around mid-twenties, a good age to have a child ((which she did)). Chronological-wise, the time I've been in this world, that's what I'm unsure about because I'd been hibernating for quite some time and I think there were other times that makes me think I'm a grandma. Or maybe that's just the side-effect on being unconscious for so long, you get confused a lot of times.
HOW WOULD I RECOGNIZE YOU IF I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU BEFORE?I always wear my oversized jacket and my hoodie is almost always never pulled down. Makes me feel nice and comfy ((even if she doesn't really need them)). Most people wear masks and helmets as I observed but I only partake in using a simple mask that cover the lower half of my face; my eyes are for all to see, provided my hoodie isn't covering them. Eye color is reddish-orange, kinda like rust, but a vibrant version of it? And of course, this hulking thing you kept stealing glances at a while ago. Didn't think I'd notice you huh? I always take this slab of metal with me. Looks a lot like a concrete pillar, right? It's not and it can turn into much bigger or smaller than that too!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW?Traveling, mostly. I actually have some things, important ones, that I don't quite remember. I know they're in there somewhere, I ((someone else)) made sure of that but I can't seem to dig them up. Plus, this thing's purpose. I have a routine, you see ((no, she won't tell you)) and I thought it would make me remember, but nothing happens. Other than that, I'd like to explore this place. I know this is a different time from when I was last awake and some foods are new to me. I love to eat. Yes, that's it: traveling, eating, and remembering - that's all I'm doing.
WHY?It's what I can do for now. I don't know how to fight ((she tried to, once, got beaten up bad)) and it's horrible. So much for a career out of that. I tried to be a food critic, you know, traveling around and judging food but I eat too much that most food places ban me. Sure, I can pay but having only one customer eat your food is terrible ((she means the other customers ganged up on the cooks and owners because she inhales every food they cook, no one else got to eat)). Hmm... memories are important, yes? So why'd you have to ask why I want to remember? Sure, some lost memories are best left gone but not me, I need to remember everything.
WHAT WOULD YOU RATHER BE DOING?Use this thing behind me to what it's supposed to do and actually understanding what it does. No confused mind and a clear, level headed... head? And food, I love to eat, so I'd also be rather eating. Maybe for free. Also, maybe endlessly. I can eat a lot trust me ((both in quantity and variety, you don't want to know what she's capable of eating, not yet)).
WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU'RE GOOD AT, THAT YOU'RE PROUD OF? IT CAN BE SOMETHING STUPID, THAT'S OKAY.Not getting sick. I'd eaten some things that make me question the people who cook them and their intent with how bad they were but once I thought I was going to die of food poisoning, nothing happened. I think I'd once eaten some food from a dead person once ((she stole it from someone dying from something)) and I didn't get what he had, his food was also dead - tastes bad. Entered a community where everyone was unnaturally sick all the time, stayed there for months, still fine and dandy. The thing is though, I think some people got better after I... um, no I'm not telling you that.
WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU SUCK AT, THAT IMPACTS YOUR DAILY LIFE?I can't control my appetite, you already know that. Oh, and I don't know how to fight. Fighting looks fun ((even if she already said it's horrible)) and I'd love to be the fighting type. I think it's actually necessary of a skill nowadays. 'Cause if you don't know how to, someone can seriously take advantage of you. ((She's also not good at being consistent, she goes off on tangents a lot of the time and doesn't notice it.)).
WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU LOVE THAT PEOPLE WOULD PROBABLY JUDGE YOU FOR?Eating. Why do you ask so much about it? You're judging me now, aren't you?
WHY DO YOU FEEL LONELY?I don't. ((She does, she fills her loneliness as she fills her stomach. And she can hold a lot in that stomach.)) Okay! I feel sad because I don't remember a lot of things! Happy?
DESCRIBE YOUR PARENTS, CARETAKERS, OR WHATEVER WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR FEEDING YOU.I have bits and pieces but I think it was my... husband? Or wife? I'm not sure, there's two of them and they're always smiling and laughing with me in those bits I remember. They eat significantly less than I do, but I can just feel they care about me. They look like smart people too. That's all I really remember. I hope I remember more.
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THEM?What I know of them isn't much but I miss them. Miss the things we did before. I'm alone with this pillar now and they aren't here. Maybe I felt something else for them before, something more ((or less)) but I blame my lost memories.
WHERE DO YOU FIND LOVE AND COMFORT NOW? HINT: THE ANSWER IS NEVER NOWHERE.The answer is through memories and food. That is all.
WHY ARE YOU DIFFERENT FROM EVERYBODY ELSE?Am I? I think everybody is different from each other. That's all there is to it, I think. But physical wise, I think I'm the only one with these marks. See those rusty tattoo-like things circling my forearm, then my neck? There are more of them and the ones on my forearm glow when I 'carry' that thing around. I'm tired of calling it thing, or pillar, or whatever. Let's name it, let's call it Cradle. It feels poetic. Anyway, that thing also glows the same color when it levitates to my command. My knees down to my feet are also fake; I can move them but they're purely made of some lightweight metal, removable too. I don't really need them but levitating makes me tired. Oh, damn. I forgot to tell you I can float! The tattoos on my lower thighs glow too as I float!
WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING?To remember my life, everything from the fragmented past that I have. It'll come to me, so I try not to force myself to remember, but there are times that I just want to remember. Other than that, I don't know what I want the most. Maybe, if my elusive memories go back, I'll remember what I wanted the most.
DO YOU TRUST ME?I trust you but I won't be surprised if things go to shit. Stuff happens, so the value of how much I trust or not trust you doesn't matter either. But you probably wont' do anything to make me not trust you right? It's kinda' annoying if you're traveling and doing jobs with someone you don't trust.
OOC: Give a non-spoilery synopsis of a short adventure plot that would be personally meaningful to your character.Stone carries an enormous construct made of metal with her. She often sleeps inside it and it only works when she wants it to. There's a nagging inside her head that what she's lugging around has a purpose and that purpose was important for her, for the people who were once with her. So, her quest is to remember. There's a logo plastered on the Cradle and she sees it every time; people call it Labyrinth Corp. The name feels familiar, like an echo inside her head telling her it's not right. The name feels involved in her past, but that it's not really that important. So, instead of looking for people working for that corporation, she's traveling the world always waiting for her memories to come to her - waiting for triggers to coax them back out. The glowing tattoos, her never-sick body, and the Cradle. They are all intertwined and only through time will all be given light.
