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Life In The Vault

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Life In The Vault

Dali Wu-Cheng

Birth Name: Shih Wu-Cheng _{(family name)} Daiyu _{(given name)}
Goes By: Dali Wu-Cheng

Age: 40

Gender: Trans*, MtF

Appearance

Alt.

Dali wears a standard Vault jumpsuit, with some slight modifications. On her feet, she wears comfortable matching slippers, as opposed to those garish boots, the cuffs are rolled up to allow (gasp) some of her ankles to be shown. Her sleeves are rolled up high on her arms, bunching up around her shoulders. She keeps her front zipper rolled down just far enough to give the illusion of a sizable bust, without exposing the falsity of that reality.

She maintains a near constantly perfected appearance, following several hair and make-up routines, as well as keeping her nails polished and painted and the few accessories and jewelry matching. Due to scarcity of such non-essential beauty products in the vault, she has learned to improvise with which products she uses, and experiments in order to maintain her consistent image. Some would liken it to witchcraft.

Lastly, as someone raised against the unquestioning nature of typical Vault citizens. Dali was skeptic of the Pipboy 3000, and it's ability to potential give the Overseer to view all her vital at any given time. So for her 10th birthday, she opted to receive a wrist-mounted Pipboy 2000, with no biolink.

Personality: Dali is just as much a progressive thinker as her parents. Already having a Chinese heritage that would raise eyebrows, her subversive attitudes regarding authority, capitalism, communism, and her philosophical waxing nature in general have almost certainly placed her on the Overseer's watch-list. She is smart enough to know that the radio is not the place to broadcast these views, unless she'd like to be assigned to the trash crew quicker than she could check the time on her 2000. Although, she is known to occasionally let her bias slip when delivering the news or current events.

Generally, she slow to anger, and carries herself with a gentle, sophisticated demeanor that speaks of what she thinks without filter when she is around those she is comfortable with. She is someone who might talk for an hour about those subjects others may find 'pretentious' or 'absurd' with ease. Being completely comfortable with contemplating the asinine and appreciating outer beauty. Although she doesn't like to admit it, she is vain, and shows flares of materialism and occasional hypocrisy within her own philosophical and anti-authoritarian views, as well as an extreme sensitivity to her gender identity.

Occupation: Vault Radio Host

Biography: Dali's life was about as exciting as as you could expect of someone with dysphoria, raised by a couple of new-age retro-hippies, trapped underground with a bunch of people who had a general cultural disgust towards all things Chinese. To avoid the glares of her peers, and more often than not, her peers' parents, Dali mostly avoided those her age. For a long time, she was that quiet Chink boy sitting in the corner. Her only friends growing up were her parents, her teacher (who was also a self-proclaimed 'free-thinker' and friend of her parents') and the people on the radio, who sang of the loneliness she felt was reality at times.

Her mother, a musician, instilled in a young Dali the value of music and her father, a painter, the value of art. By the age of 16, she was something of an accomplished mixed medium artist, and capable of expressing her own ideas and perspectives eloquently to groups of her parents' friends.

Of course, she completely flunked the G.O.A.T.

But her in with the teacher landed her a position as an intern for the Vault P.A. and Radio system, and as the years passed, she began to dedicate herself to her work and examining her own life in adulthood. By 19, after years of being uncomfortable and presenting as overtly feminine already, Dali begun her transition. Being generally unnoticed by the Vault proper already up to this point, her transition was relatively painless.

The Overseer wouldn't allow a change to her birth certificate, but she started going by the name Dali, in a sort of tribute to the surrealist artist. Her parents' circle of friends, holding a few chemists and doctors were able to synthesize a few bootleg hormones under the Overseer's nose and conduct a few 'back alley' surgeries quid pro quo-- the quality of which would never match full pre-war cosmetic capabilities. But from then on, she felt more complete as a person-- even more so after becoming the official host of the Vault Radio a few years later.

Skills

Skills:

• Speech-- As someone who needs to speak for her job, Dali has developed this skill nicely, if oddly. Despite her radio persona, however, she actually isn't very good at addressing people face to face, and will appear outright shy to those who don't already intimately know her. But she has a gift for oration, and could move a crowd if given the opportunity. On another level of speech, she is a polyglot, speaking English, Chinese, and Spanish.
  
  "A friendly underground community, where the light is simulated, giant metal gears block out deadly radiation, and we lay awake in bed as the Overseer listens to us sleep.
  
  "Welcome to the Vault."

• Barter-- The only instance in which one on one interaction seems to come naturally to her. She almost views barter as less of a conversation, and more like a game or dance. Two parties trying to get inside the other's head and maximize what they get out of the encounter. Dali can read people in these situations, which helps her ability to find good deals for both parties.
  
  "Constantly looking to buy make-up and new vinyls will certainly help you with that."

• Gambling-- She believes this is what helps her in gambling. Despite the usual stereotype of the Chinese, Dali does not have a head for numbers, her parents didn't have heads for numbers, her grand-parents were bad at numbers-- one of her ancestors was so bad at numbers she became a pirate! So while she'll never be an expert at counting cards, Dali does come from a family of people-readers, and encounters where someone may have even a slight tell give her a huge edge when it comes to gambling.
  
  "Playing cards with the girls from cremation make-up and records is infinitely less costly than buying it, after all...I believe. I don't know the exact math, but I definitely save caps."

• Aesthetics-- Dali has a knack for making things look... sound... be pretty! Be it in the art of make-up and figuring out what can and can't be used to emphasize certain features of one's face, improving the feng shui of a room or an outfit, or the right combination of songs to improve the mood of the vault.
  
  "Qi rides our recycled air and scatters, but is retained when encountering the vault's recycled water."
  
  "風水."

• DJing-- This relates to her work and her '6th sense' of what just... works, aesthetically. Years of practice, listening and a natural musical ear have melded her into a very good DJ.
  
  "I don't want to brag, but my spinning has netted me a few... fans."

• Acrobatics-- Dali's parent made her take up gymnastics as a hobby when she was still a small child. She hasn't kept up with it as her job and life have demanded more and more of her, but she still possesses above average agility, which is further boosted by her naturally small frame.
  
  "I was never one afraid to dodge the sensitive issues."

Life In The Vault

Yooooo there was actually an RP exactly like this that I had a radio host already made for

Dali Wu-Cheng

Birth Name: Shih Wu-Cheng _{(family name)} Daiyu _{(given name)}
Goes By: Dali Wu-Cheng

Age: 40

Gender: Trans*, MtF

Appearance

Dali wears a standard Vault jumpsuit, with some slight modifications. On her feet, she wears comfortable matching slippers, as opposed to those garish boots, the cuffs are rolled up to allow (gasp) some of her ankles to be shown. Her sleeves are rolled up high on her arms, bunching up around her shoulders. She keeps her front zipper rolled down just far enough to give the illusion of a sizable bust, without exposing the falsity of that reality.

She maintains a near constantly perfected appearance, following several hair and make-up routines, as well as keeping her nails polished and painted and the few accessories and jewelry matching. Due to scarcity of such non-essential beauty products in the vault, she has learned to improvise with which products she uses, and experiments in order to maintain her consistent image. Some would liken it to witchcraft.

Lastly, as someone raised against the unquestioning nature of typical Vault citizens. Dali was skeptic of the Pipboy 3000, and it's ability to potential give the Overseer to view all her vital at any given time. So for her 10th birthday, she opted to receive a wrist-mounted Pipboy 2000, with no biolink.

Personality: Dali is just as much a progressive thinker as her parents. Already having a Chinese heritage that would raise eyebrows, her subversive attitudes regarding authority, capitalism, communism, and her philosophical waxing nature in general have almost certainly placed her on the Overseer's watch-list. She is smart enough to know that the radio is not the place to broadcast these views, unless she'd like to be assigned to the trash crew quicker than she could check the time on her 2000. Although, she is known to occasionally let her bias slip when delivering the news or current events.

Generally, she slow to anger, and carries herself with a gentle, sophisticated demeanor that speaks of what she thinks without filter when she is around those she is comfortable with. She is someone who might talk for an hour about those subjects others may find 'pretentious' or 'absurd' with ease. Being completely comfortable with contemplating the asinine and appreciating outer beauty. Although she doesn't like to admit it, she is vain, and shows flares of materialism and occasional hypocrisy within her own philosophical and anti-authoritarian views, as well as an extreme sensitivity to her gender identity.

Occupation: Vault Radio Host

Biography: Dali's life was about as exciting as as you could expect of someone with dysphoria, raised by a couple of new-age retro-hippies, trapped underground with a bunch of people who had a general cultural disgust towards all things Chinese. To avoid the glares of her peers, and more often than not, her peers' parents, Dali mostly avoided those her age. For a long time, she was that quiet Chink boy sitting in the corner. Her only friends growing up were her parents, her teacher (who was also a self-proclaimed 'free-thinker' and friend of her parents') and the people on the radio, who sang of the loneliness she felt was reality at times.

Her mother, a musician, instilled in a young Dali the value of music and her father, a painter, the value of art. By the age of 16, she was something of an accomplished mixed medium artist, and capable of expressing her own ideas and perspectives eloquently to groups of her parents' friends.

Of course, she completely flunked the G.O.A.T.

But her in with the teacher landed her a position as an intern for the Vault P.A. and Radio system, and as the years passed, she began to dedicate herself to her work and examining her own life in adulthood. By 19, after years of being uncomfortable and presenting as overtly feminine already, Dali begun her transition. Being generally unnoticed by the Vault proper already up to this point, her transition was relatively painless.

The Overseer wouldn't allow a change to her birth certificate, but she started going by the name Dali, in a sort of tribute to the surrealist artist. Her parents' circle of friends, holding a few chemists and doctors were able to synthesize a few bootleg hormones under the Overseer's nose and conduct a few 'back alley' surgeries quid pro quo-- the quality of which would never match full pre-war cosmetic capabilities. But from then on, she felt more complete as a person-- even more so after becoming the official host of the Vault Radio a few years later.

Skills

Skills:

• Speech-- As someone who needs to speak for her job, Dali has developed this skill nicely, if oddly. Despite her radio persona, however, she actually isn't very good at addressing people face to face, and will appear outright shy to those who don't already intimately know her. But she has a gift for oration, and could move a crowd if given the opportunity. On another level of speech, she is a polyglot, speaking English, Chinese, and Spanish.
  
  "A friendly underground community, where the light is simulated, giant metal gears block out deadly radiation, and we lay awake in bed as the Overseer listens to us sleep.
  
  "Welcome to the Vault."

• Barter-- The only instance in which one on one interaction seems to come naturally to her. She almost views barter as less of a conversation, and more like a game or dance. Two parties trying to get inside the other's head and maximize what they get out of the encounter. Dali can read people in these situations, which helps her ability to find good deals for both parties.
  
  "Constantly looking to buy make-up and new vinyls will certainly help you with that."

• Gambling-- She believes this is what helps her in gambling. Despite the usual stereotype of the Chinese, Dali does not have a head for numbers, her parents didn't have heads for numbers, her grand-parents were bad at numbers-- one of her ancestors was so bad at numbers she became a pirate! So while she'll never be an expert at counting cards, Dali does come from a family of people-readers, and encounters where someone may have even a slight tell give her a huge edge when it comes to gambling.
  
  "Playing cards with the girls from cremation make-up and records is infinitely less costly than buying it, after all...I believe. I don't know the exact math, but I definitely save caps."

• Aesthetics-- Dali has a knack for making things look... sound... be pretty! Be it in the art of make-up and figuring out what can and can't be used to emphasize certain features of one's face, improving the feng shui of a room or an outfit, or the right combination of songs to improve the mood of the vault.
  
  "Qi rides our recycled air and scatters, but is retained when encountering the vault's recycled water."
  
  "風水."

• DJing-- This relates to her work and her '6th sense' of what just... works, aesthetically. Years of practice, listening and a natural musical ear have melded her into a very good DJ.
  
  "I don't want to brag, but my spinning has netted me a few... fans."

• Acrobatics-- Dali's parent made her take up gymnastics as a hobby when she was still a small child. She hasn't kept up with it as her job and life have demanded more and more of her, but she still possesses above average agility, which is further boosted by her naturally small frame.
  
  "I was never one afraid to dodge the sensitive issues."

The Dust: Begin Again

@Lightning Fast Why stop at 4? I have Lulu, I need to update Lucy, but she's still around... Leoluca might be getting a CS soonish.. I know Nui is getting one, she's actually an Immortal who's good at hiding her power like Lulu-- Aiai has one I'm working on, The Radio Amarillo has one-- I'm going to be playing as Joe's Daughter, and some slave... both of whom will be getting short ones...

I actually have a CS for Daniella + Family, too, but I don't want to post it because then you'd know what her power is.

Oh fuck, and The Bartender is probably actually magic by now.

The point I'm trying to get at here Lightning is that you can never have enough characters. You just keep throwing them on the pile and laugh maniacally.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

If they had caught me with that clay earlier I would never have ended up becoming a statistic.

So how long have I been here ?

>implying there's more than one person
>implying we don't all share a same consciousness
>implying we aren't a product of the mass recycling of consciousnesses
>implying we aren't temporary meat receptacles for an ageless temporally displaced single 'self' that is as old as the universe itself

tl;dr you'll be here forever

What is cosplay?

@Raxacoricofallapatorius Wait BLAST cigarettes are real?

I wonder if Hachi is actually a common name for dogs in Moonland...

Overly Romantic/Sexual RPs

<Snipped quote by Darcs>

Could a dragon horde harems?

@Dinh AaronMk

I'm sure some do, but they're quite a Rarity.

Overly Romantic/Sexual RPs

Does anyone else think those types of role plays are ridiculous?

I swear I almost joined a RP where someone had sex with a dragon. Nope.

@TJByrum

>Not wanting to have sex with a dragon
You really expect me to believe that if a dragon came up to you on the streets and asked for sex you'd say no? I don't buy it.

The Dust: Begin Again

"Okay so that wasn't actually the weather."

"Like, I heard about that on some old recording, and apparently some towns in the Old World used to do that? Like, apparently they used to just play music instead of saying what the actual weather was? I know, it sounds crazy. But I've been listening to loads of these old recordings of community radio reports for a while now, and when the guy first said, in his deep, smooth, chocolaty voice,"

*the sound of someone clearing their throat can be heard*

" 'And now; The Weather.' "

*the word 'weather' is immediately followed by a coughing fit, as Amarillo's kind of shrill, non-gendered voice returns*

"First I was all 'whaaaaaa,' y'know? But after a while it started to grow on me... I guess.... I guess I just figured I'd try it out, y'know? I'd see how it felt to tell all the people I was about to report on the weather and then not do that and just play some choice tunes instead, for whatever reason."

*there is a short pause*

"Listeners, I think if there's anything to be learned today, it's that you should always try new things! Even if they turn out to be god awful. Like, you'll find in life most things are god awful, whether you try them or not. In faaaact some things-- most things actually, life included, just happen to us, without us even getting to consciously try them! God awful things happening to people is especially prevalent on Dust-- but listen! Instead of just letting those god awful things happen to you, you can also actively influence the god awful things that happen to you. By taking charge of your existence, by making calls like I did to emulate the over three-hundred year old radio host of a small community radio station in some irrelevant desert town-- I tried something new. You've got to jump into the unknown, damn it!"

"Because, yes, sure, statistically speaking that new thing you try will almost certainly be god awful... But..."

*another short pause*

"Did you catch that? I said almost certainly. Believe me when I say, there will be times where you try something new, and it turns out to be okay!"

"--Or or or!"

"If you're particularly lucky maybe it'll even be better than okay!"

"So jump into the unknown, Dust. Boldly try new things, because it isn't the fact that life is so god awful that keeps us going... that makes all this so damn worthwhile... it's the fact that every now and again, something, somewhere, for someone-- all works out and... and... and that is what makes this life we've got so damn precious."

"You've got to be willing to embrace the unknown to find it, but it's fucking there... you know it is. That little god damn glimmer of hope..."

*another pause, a tiny bit longer than the last two*

"So clearly, for me-- copying that weather thing was god awful-- but that's okay. Now we've all learned a valuable lesson."

*muffled yelling in the background comes from a more feminine voice*

_{"Wait shit-- it's that late already?"}

*more yelling*

_{"Alright, alright! Calm down, okay? I got it."}

*heavy steps leave the room*

_{"Someone needs a good dicking..."}

*A slight sequel comes from the microphone, it sounds as though it's being adjusted*

"Aaaand we're back, listeners! Sorry for that brief and uncalled for interruption. You're tuned into WTJR 191-- Tumbleweed's Journal Radio! We can guarantee we're any tumbleweed's favorite radio station. We're also the only radio station. If you'd like to come murder us all and change that, we're based out of the Okaga radio tower, in year old Russlegrad! I'm your host for this hour, and last hour, and all hours before or after this moment until one of you psychos actually does come and kill us all."

"Anyway, tumbleweeds, talk-slash-music-slash-news radio is a very tricky business, especially when you really don't have any standards to go by. I mean, except recordings from some guy who thinks that clouds and sandstorms sound like music, which..."

"Huh... You know I didn't actually..."

"Huh..."

"I didn't think of it like that before."

"..."

"Jesus, tumbleweeds, that's a really beautiful way to view the world."

"It's also indicative of a person who's never actually experienced a sandstorm before. Sandstorms, like most things, are god awful. But I don't have to tell y'all that, do I?"

"Damn it-- I'm getting away from the point again. Okay, tumbleweeds, here's the skinny; management says I spent too much time on the talk and music parts of the broadcast, while almost completely neglecting this morning's news cycle. So, I tells them that 'I'll handle it,' and they're like 'How' and I'm just like 'I don't know, man, you're kind of putting me on the spot here, Jesus, I don't know, I guess I'll just give people the bullet points all rapid fire?' and she screams in response, 'Yeah, okay.' "

"Gosh, she's fucking unbearable, right?"

"Alright, let's do this! Rocket round time, here are your abbreviated morning's headlines; An interview with The Professor, apparently they're doing something totally not sinister in that location literally named Tombstone? That's cool I guess, umm, what else do you guys need to know?"

*papers shuffling*

"Oh shit! Is this real? A Talking Cat?!? They have a talking cat in No-Name! This can't be real, listeners, y'all need to go confirm this. Apparently cats in No-Name are starting to speak now-- or is it just the one? Duuude we really need to get someone up there,"

*chuckling*

"Haha, holy shit. That's just wild."

*papers shuffling*

"Oh, this is... I guess this is alright. For those of you out there who know what the word 'BASEBALL' means, this sports highlight might be right up your alley. Today, to commemorate the fall of Motum Diversum, and the beginning of the baseball season, the standing president as well as the last two presidents are going to appear to commemorate the game-- whoah! They got Mark the 9th to come out of retirement for this? I mean, Mark X and Mark XI I can believe, but I figured Mark IX had retired! Wow, every important political figure and business figure, in an already dwarfed faction, completely exposed in a stadium for remembrance of an event that will clearly depress all the important figures there and lower moral? As they're completely exposed, vulnerable and already weak after having been essentially driven from relevance by a basically one large criminal organization, with a power split?"

"Hey, Dust bowlers, I might not be a huge fan of baseball, but it sounds like this is going to be a really interesting game! So head on down to Parkland Stadium if you're in the area, prices are listed as 'If you have to ask, you can't afford it.' "

*there is a short mixture of static and silence*

"Hmm..."

"Hey tumbleweeds, don't tell my boss, but Roro's gonna sneak in a short music break while I organize some of these other reports. We'll be right back!"