Girlie1Bomba

Rectifier [Cyberpunk | Adventure | Road Trip]

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Darkness Visible: Summer in San Judas

Heya @Flagg!! Okay boss so here's my app:

Rockie

Name/Nicknames: Rochelle Rosaline LaRouge

Most of my family call me "Rosie." My bro called me "Rockie" and my friends... I'd like them to call me "Rockie" too. But then again I don’t need friends anyways.

Age: 23

I just turned 23. But it feels like a decade has passed since I dropped out of highschool. I don't think I'mma see 30 at this rate either...

Appearance: 5'6" / 130lbs / Eyes: Blue / Hair: Black

I wear dark makeup. I sometimes wear red lipstick. My hair is either messy or under a hat. I like leather, hoodies, denim, skater shoes, high top kicks, cut off tops or tank tops cuz I have a tight bod. Legit, no lie. I wear spikes or chains or bones or feathers as accents. Black is my best colour. Anything dark really. I paint my nails black but I paint my toe nails bright rainbow colours to remind me to kick your ass if you hate on girls or lezzies. I have tats and I pierced my tongue, lip and hood so eff you. I will wear rings only if I think I'mma get a beat down, but other than that i won't cuz I gots bad circulation at the extremities when I get cold. And I get cold a lot. I got pale white skin as most white girls have, and the sun burns the hell out of me so I'm pale all the time. Oh, and I do shave my legs, pits and crotch: Fite me, bitch.

Personality:

Abrasive, mouthy, aggressive, pessimistic about people, drinks too much, keeps to herself kinda' loner-ish but definitely a non-conformist with middle fingers to the world. Always goes off about how she hates cats and dogs too.

But underneath it all she is lonely, sympathetic and helps others if in serious need, can be really chatty and sometimes even friendly when drunk (even huggy buddy-buddy with people she knows), good work ethic and even though she dresses all dark and trashy she works out regularly and eats healthy... that drinking though… And even though cats hate her and dogs love her, she stays away from them because she feels bad for 'using them.'

Bio:

I always walk down the alley behind Dersend Street because I hate getting those judging stares from all those out of the closet and openly street hipsters with their new tattoos and second hand designer clothes. Ughs. There are other reasons I walk dark alleys alone, but most of all I walk the alley here because I don't have to bump into anyone I know.

Oh look. Theres a stray cat. And oh look. It's hissing at me and fur and tail all looking like it grabbed a fork and shoved it into an electric socket. Man, sometimes I wish they could just do that and leave me alone. I kid, I joke. But sometiiiiimes…

My moms said dad was like that. A stray cat. Wandering from place to place, working schemes and eating bad food. That and humping any willing pussy cat that it came across. So yeah, as you can tell I never met my dad. So meh. No opinion on the guy. But moms says I gots a lot of his characteristics. I guess she means I’m like a cat too. But I know… I soooooo know she means I inherited the other part of his mysterious ways. So yeah. I’m not a junkie but she’s right; I am more like a cat more than anyone knows. Especially when I ‘use.’

I’m gonna pull my hood over my head and shove my hands in my pockets and not make eye contact now. Cuz speaking of junkies... here we have two of them. These dudes are pretty strung out too-- Nah, damsit…! They wanna mess with me. Because I’m a chick, or because I’m alone, or because I got a sweet leather jacket with studs and chains patches and prints on it, or just cuz they’re high. I don’t know. And I don’t care. Hell yeah, me.

All I know is that this is the deep down reason why I walk these alleys alone in the dark. I don’t like junkies and I only know one thing from them… and I only want to share that very one thing with them. Take it back.

Pain.

~~~

Moms only got clean when she had me n’ my bro. Other than that, she collected welfare on us and used our milk money to get her fix. We never lived in anywhere nice. I was the dirty girl in school. They all called me whore and told all lies about me sucking off the whole football team. Yeah, there were times when they all got physical on me, but I’m a fighter and so I fought back. But it was the emotional scars that cut me deepest and hurt the most. They still burn in my brain. So to ease the pain, I took to the happiness found at the bottom of a bottle. Liquor. Yay.

Markie tried to protect me, but there’s only so much a scrawny skid row kid could do. You think I got it bad… he got it worse. If I stood up for him, they took it out on in and it became just that much worse for him… and so… and so I just let him take it. He took it all. And they hurt him. They hurt him sooooo bad. He took it all for me, to protect my sorry ass. My little bro, Markie. He was 17 when he started to ‘use’ to cope with it all. He was still 17 when he OD’d and died choking on his own vomit. He was just a kid trying to cope. Just a sweet kid and I let him hurt for me. He was in pain. More than I could ever know. I was his big sis and I just could not protect him. I just… would not. And now he’s dead. Oh Markie… I am sooooo sorry… I just… I...

And what did moms say? Oh god, I love her soooooo much-- she got clean when she had me n’ Markie --but all she was concerned about was losing that welfare cheque. I love you so much but… god damn you to hell and rot there, you bitch.

We buried him last year with the financial help of public services and donations from some nice people and some nice churches. I wanted to try to repay them but they wouldn’t take it. Oh god, how it killed me that I couldn’t own up for my own kid brother’s funeral. So useless. SO USELESS!! I wanted to die. I sooooo just wanted to end my pathetic, useless, dirty girl-whore life.

But then... it called out to me as I tied that noose. I’m a fighter, it told me. Keep fighting. It would help me. I thought it was my dead bro come back from the grave to stop me from killing myself. Man, was I wrong. So wrong. And like an idiot I agreed to help it in exchange it would soothe my tortured mind and broken soul. Like an idiot I made a deal with a devil.

So here. Let me come clean. Here’s the reason why cats hate me; I use them for power. And they sense what I can do to them. I am like a leech upon them, sucking away at their life, till they just lie there. Not dead. But maybe worse… man, their eyes when they lie there… they see something awful; something beyond what I can see from them. Oh, those eyes…

And so what I do to them is; I steal their abilities of Second Sight and Sensitivity. When I’m done with using them, they get their abilities back… but they are never the same. It’s like a lose a shard from their soul; that’s right, I think I crack their souls and take a piece of their soul and give it to My Patron.

But here’s where it gets worse. Dogs like me. And some of them, the more loyal ones, they tell me that they will die for me. But I don’t think it’s voluntary. When they… when they talk to me, they sound as if they are hypnotised. And they only talk to me when those Others are near. These Others are the enemies of My Patron. And so to protect me, I cause some kind of... ‘distress signal’ and a dog will come to me and give me the power to fight an Other worldly being. But to banish it, I do need them to die for me in the end; I must sacrifice a little doggies life for that power.

Yeah, that’s right. I torture cats to see spirits, demons, ghosts-- whatever you want to call the Other worlders. And I murder dogs to get power to rid of those Other worlders. Yeah. That’s me. That’s Rochelle LaRouge. Wonderful human being.

I would rather send Junkies to hell.

~~~

And so I do.

You see I found a way to spare the soul of a cat and spare the life of a dog. I just need another unwilling victim. Or make that victims...

The two dudes. The junkies are lying there. Comatose. Near dead, but not yet. I wish they were, but that would make them useless to me. So they’re not dead. Yet.

And so here I kneel, stroking the belly of the limp and comatose stray cat in my arm, meanwhile I whisper into the ear of the doggie that came to aid me because it said it would die for me; it’s leash still tethered to it, god only knows where it’s human owner is.

The two dudes. They are in pain. They just received a tasering and a beatdown at the hands of a punk-kitty-lezzie. Hell yeah, me. And so I lean forward and whisper into the big doggie’s ear. I am making a bargain with it to save it’s life. And to save the cracked soul of the kitty in my arm.

“So what will it be…?” I whisper. The few seconds I wait for a response feels like an eternity… My heart is a machine-gun on fire.

The doggie, whose human owner calls him Marvie, whimpers then lets out a soft whine. I close my eyes and nod. After a conceded sigh: “Then so be it. Do your deed in the name of My Patron then--”

I let out a huge hiss as the jaws of this massive rottweiler clamp onto my arm and draw blood. Marvie just saved his own life by imbuing me the rite of sacrifice and removing it from himself.

And so I lay the cat over my shoulder like I would a towel, then I press one hand each upon the chest of either fallen junkie. They take their final breath as I take their life forces. They will just be another minor missing persons case and will probably get a small blurb in a news report soon. And maybe their bodies may be found in the city dump by a city employee. Maybe not. Whatever happens, I don’t care. I will dump their bodies in a second. Cuz I have other things to deal with right about now.

The cat on my shoulder perks up and hisses at me before clawing at me, scrambling to be rid of my grasp. But as it lands upon the asphalt, it does pause and stare in the direction of where I need to go. And shows me what I need to see. It then turns to glance at me, big yellows eyes seeming to ask, “Okay. There. Happy now, bitch?” I nod at it. It gives me an aggressive upward chin bob then bolts off. Not exactly the best parting but at least I sense its soul is still complete.

Marvie whines and nuzzles up against my hand. His nose is cold, but I can feel the warmth of his heart; he truly does care for my well being. He still says he will die for me too.

“It’s okay, Marvie. You’re a good boy. Such a good boy. Go home now, okay buddy? You are unbound. Go home. You did good. I will always remember you. Thank you, Marvie.” I whisper softy into his ear and scratch neath his chin and behind his ear. I'm sooooo happy he chose this path. “Go now, boy. You are unbound from me…”

One last whimper. One last lick upon my cheek and begrudgingly the big black and tan doggie trots off. I can’t help but wistfully smile and wipe away at the mists in my eyes. If only I could have done such a thing for my little bro.

~~~

But hey, it’s too late now. I’ve become the wonderful human being I’ve become by harbouring such pain and self-loathing. But it’s not too late to use that negativity to push beyond boundaries and into the madness of blurred existence in order to heal me. I'm a junkie-murdering, cat using, dog talking, alcoholic, devil bound, driven rogue exorcist. I am a bad person. Hell yeah, me.

And so now I march into the dark of the alley, headed towards that darkest corner, that one corner that leads into that kind of abyss that stares into the heart of your hearts and reaches out, tempting and teasing away at your deepest fears and supressed depravity. I’m nervous and anxious as I always am during these encounters, and my heart skips a beat as that unnerving cold chills me, sending all kinds of warning signals down my spine. But remember how I said there were other reasons why I walk these dark alleys alone...?

With a hint of a smirk, I continue on, wielding my brother’s name, his true name, as my weapon imbued with rippling power of the life forces of the sacrificed men. The runes are drawn with my hand motions and body sways; my dancing has just created very old and very powerful sigils in the air. The electricity of the raw supernatural power courses through me.

Watch me as I send these Other worldly spawn back to the abyss and close this hidden portal to our world. I know pain. And now so will they. Think I can’t do it?

Just watch me.

The Helium Frightful

~~~

Boogles / "Lucky"

WRITE YOUR NAME AND WHAT YOU'D LIKE TO BE CALLED.
I cannot write cuz I broke me arm, sire. See? So you can call me Boog-- gul. Boogul? Boogle! Aye! That! People call me Boogle. Aye. Cuz it means… ummm… “lucky” in some cultures. Soooooo aye. Call me Lucky, if it pleases ya, sire. Aye!!

HOW OLD ARE YOU? A LIFE STAGE IS FINE IF YOU DON'T KNOW.
Oooohhhh but pshhhhh… I be in me twenties no doubt. I look young, I do but tis cuz just how I looks. And ummm… where is this ‘live stage,’ sire? Cuz doncha’ worry ya blown honker off, I am always ready to perform upon stage once called upon, I ams!

HOW WOULD I RECOGNIZE YOU IF I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU BEFORE?
Oooohhh… but a svelte and muscu-tacular sexy beauty am I, oh but aaayyyyyeeee…! Maybe not as tall as the rest o’ the lasses and maybe not as curvaceous, and maybe not as coloured in the skin am I, but oh, but am I one sexy beauty, ‘tis true…! Too sexy am I for mortal eyes,that I must hide me body with a full cloak. Ya only gets t’see me overly dark eyes with unique and exotic pupils. Oh and i been told that me eyes shine like black pools made of Midnight’s love. And I gots short cropped midnight hair to boot! It feels like soft fur-- I been told…! Oh and those pointy’s ‘neath me hood… ummm…. ummm… oh…! Only but the latest style to wear FAKE cat ears. Oh! And a FAKE cat tail too. Aye. Tis the latest fashion rage after all. Ummmm… same with paintin’ yer nails black. All o’ dem. Fashion rage. Aye. Oh and these bandages on me left arm? Broke it I did, and sooooo tis upon the mend, it is. Aye. Mending. Oh! And worry not ‘bout the markings upon me shoulders. They’re just… tribal tattoos. All the rage. Y’wouldn’t understand, sire. But tell a tale t’tell ‘bout later, if it pleases ya...

WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW?
Ooooohhhh… y’know like any other twenty something year old lass, just looking for safe passage upon yer livin’ vessel. Not that I ever been on one before…! Oh, but nay! A girlie like meself!? Hah! Paltry are the chances. As in never. Hah! Hah… sooooo are ya hirin’, sire...?

WHY?
Oh, cuz life be too short, tis true. Need some adventure and new experiences in life aye? Can’t always live as a pet-- petulant kiddie-- woman! Girlie lookin’ woman for all yer life, am I right, sire? I mean, ya gots to have a decent life. Ya gots to be something more than just a vagabond. Hah! Hah… sooooo are ya lookin’ for a cleaner or somethin’ for yer live vessel, sire…?

WHAT WOULD YOU RATHER BE DOING?
Oh! Nothin’ else but workin’ ‘board yer vessel, captain sire!!! Not as if I would rather be dancin’ or climbin’ or swingin’ n’ flippin’ about like some kinda’ famous and adored and made for performin’ acrobat or nothin… hah...

WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU'RE GOOD AT, THAT YOU'RE PROUD OF? IT CAN BE SOMETHING STUPID, THAT'S OKAY.
I can calm livin’ things by ummmm… purr songin’ at them… ummm yeah… I make soft grumbling sounds of pleasure and it calms them beasties down, it do.

WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU SUCK AT, THAT IMPACTS YOUR DAILY LIFE?
Ohhhh… but nothin’, sire! Nothing atall really. I can clean yer vessel all safely like and efficient too…! I am a sexy beauty, I am! B-But… wait… why ya lookin’ at me like that? No, I’m not lowering me chin and startin’ to tear up at me eyes…! I’m worth it! Not useless is yer Lucky Lass... ! I’ll show ya!! Just give me a chance! Please, sire! I only aim to please… I swear I’ll be good… I swear...

WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU LOVE THAT PEOPLE WOULD PROBABLY JUDGE YOU FOR?
Beg pardon, sire? Oh this? This is Dotsies. She’s me special friend. Say hi, Dotsies! Oh. She don’t feel like talkin’ right now. She’s all white and fluffy and some may say she be just a stuffy toy cat, but she talks to me-- and more importantly, sire, Dotsies listens to me. Aye, she does. And some very sound advice she gives… ain’t that right, girlie? Oh. Dotsies don’t feel like talkin’ right now, sire. Apologies a thousand fold, if it pleases ya.

WHY DO YOU FEEL LONELY?
I DON’T!! I mean: I do not feel lonely, sire. There are others out there! Just like me! We were pets-- petulant kiddies-- WOMEN!!! Petulant women but we are strong now! Especially twenty-something year old ones! And… and… and all I have to do is just find them again. I’m not the only one left. I’m not! And besides. I have Dotsies with me! And a new job aboard this here livin’ vessel, I do! I mean… if it pleases you sire...

DESCRIBE YOUR PARENTS, CARETAKERS, OR WHATEVER WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR FEEDING YOU.
Do ya means Dr. Starion or Ms. Kira…? Well, I… I… well, they were just loverly. And… aye! They were me parents and they took care of me. And they were very good caretakers and very responsible for feeding me. They were tall. And… had professional people hair and professional people eyes, I do remember, sire. And professional people are nice. I likes them.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THEM?
Wellllll… I was very young when I was given away to be treated with-- I mean trained-- I mean travelling away with a new… ummm… a new family. Aye. I was too young to remember them fully, but I do remember they were very loverly and professional people that made me so that I could serve as a-- I mean they were loverly… and they would have kept me if I was not a mistake-- mistakenly not their blood daughter. I would be worth it but… I… I’m sorry sire. Next question, if it pleases ya…?

WHERE DO YOU FIND LOVE AND COMFORT NOW? HINT: THE ANSWER IS NEVER NOWHERE.
‘The answer is never… nowhere…?’ Wat? No. That isn’t right. The answer is with Dotsies and with me new job here aboard this livin’ vessel, am I right, sire? I’m not lonely! I have love and comfort.. I do...

WHY ARE YOU DIFFERENT FROM EVERYBODY ELSE?
I’m not! I’m a regular lass, I swears! I do have FAKE cat ears. And a FAKE cat tail. And painted nails! And me left arm’s broken cuz it has bandages on it! But I’m regular!! Normal-- oh. That’s not what ya meants. Ummmmm… well, oops.
Well, I’m a lot tougher than I looks… and I cry after I kill-- after I see things die. All things die, but don’t they sire...

WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING?
I want… I deserve whatever I get… all the love and comfort in this here world cannot deny me that. But... I don’t want to hurt. I don’t want to kill-- I don’t want things to dies, sire. I just want to be a happy, good, useful, admired little lass… I don’t want to be what I was made to be. What we were all made to be. I want to be good. We were all good once weren’t we. And we can all change, am I right, sire…?

DO YOU TRUST ME?
From me heart. From me soul. Of course I do, sire. Ain’t gots no choice, I don’t. Yer me new master and you have me loyalty since you given me a job on this here vessel. Am I hired, sire? And so I thinks the better question here though, sire, is; What of me, this here lass they call Boogles? This here ‘Lucky’ girlie, sire. Do YOU trust me…?

~~~

PRIVATELY:
Oh, it’s okay, Dotsies… we gonna’ be okay, me loverly kitty. We gonna’ be okay. I swears it.

The new master may never know that were an experiment. The new master will love us and treat us right, right? We won’t be sold again. The handlers here upon this vessel will not be like those ones on the crashed vessel, the Vestige of Madrican. They will not… they will not… they will NEVER hurt us like that. EVER again. Not here. They will not pick their noses and other places and wipe upon us, Dotsies. What’s that, girlie…? No and nay, they will not call us Booger-Girlie and spit and do…. other things to us. And they will find us useful here. They will.

Oh, but don’t ya say that, Dots! They don’t know that me gauntlet is a killing device! It’s all bandaged! They will never know! And they will never ask us to kill anyone with it! We’re good, Dotsies! All o’ us girlies! All of us are good! I know our sisters had their brains fried and fired up to do no good! B-but new master says we can change! We can change them! And no and nay! Don’ ya say that neither! I’m not the only one left. The others! They survived, I just knows it! We’re all sexy beauties. You too, Dotsies.

We just have to stay here for a while, okay? We just have to work hard here and make sure they trust us. We will have a new job once sire says so. Then we will do what we have to do,okay girlie? They think me a lass in me twenties. They don't suspect we're only 9. They think me a womanly woman, I'm sure as sure, aye. One with tattoos on her back... not marks from lashes o' the whip...

It will be okay. We gonna’ be okay, me loverly kitty. They don’t know how strong I am. They don’t know what we can really do… well, once you say it’s okay that is. You just say when it’s time and we will do what we have to do. We gonna be okay. I swears it.

OOC:

There are others out there like "Lucky". The successful ones are the ones that follow their 'programming' to a tee and remain as loyal pets for the rich and arrogant.

Then there are the other ones like her. The flawed ones. The deviants that resist their purpose to please the master. These ones were programmable but had a penchant to act out violently against their masters. All these flawed ones were re-programmed and sold off as insurgent or infiltration tools; expendble asssassins.

Then there were the ones that were considered broken goods. Some were too violent due to being too feral. Others were just plain murderous and rage-filled. These were the ones rounded up and put on the Madrican to be exterminated at the terminal destination.

But Boogles was put on this vessel not because she was too feral or murderous. No, she was a good little pet... that was until she was able to feel remorse. And even worse, she was able to feel empathy. Because of that she and her batch generation is considered obsolete now. There were others like her, empathic ones, aboard that vessel to be exterminated.

Then the Madrican crashed. She escaped. Now she feels she must find her sisters, gather them and live a life of fulfillment and happiness they've always dreamed of.

~~~

The Helium Frightful

@Girlie1Bomba Aw, Boogle's great! Totally approved -- go ahead and copy her to the characters tab!

I've got to say I think I have a general idea of what's happening, but I think I have to ask for an explanation. ;) She's a test-tube assassin among others like her, trained and abused and brainwashed by scientists. Their ship crashed, she escaped, and everyone else .... died? As far as she knows. Is this accurate?

The final adventure should really be written OOCly, or at least paraphrased. I gather that you mean that her ongoing plot is to find the others that are like her, and hope they're not too brainwashed to join her in living a peaceful life?

@Mokley

Yeah, that's the general idea. It's cliche child assassin crossed up with neko love toy at her core :/

Okay and will give summary to the adventure part then. thanks ya :33

The Helium Frightful

Heya! Sorry for the delay boss ;D but here's my app.

~~~~~

Call me "Lucky" if it pleases ya...!

WRITE YOUR NAME AND WHAT YOU'D LIKE TO BE CALLED.
I cannot write cuz I broke me arm, sire. See? So you can call me Boog-- gul. Boogul? Boogle! Aye! That! People call me Boogle. Aye. Cuz it means… ummm… “lucky” in some cultures. Soooooo aye. Call me Lucky, if it pleases ya, sire. Aye!!

HOW OLD ARE YOU? A LIFE STAGE IS FINE IF YOU DON'T KNOW.
Oooohhhh but pshhhhh… I be in me twenties no doubt. I look young, I do but tis cuz just how I looks. And ummm… where is this ‘live stage,’ sire? Cuz doncha’ worry ya blown honker off, I am always ready to perform upon stage once called upon, I ams!

HOW WOULD I RECOGNIZE YOU IF I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU BEFORE?
Oooohhh… but a svelte and muscu-tacular sexy beauty am I, oh but aaayyyyyeeee…! Maybe not as tall as the rest o’ the lasses and maybe not as curvaceous, and maybe not as coloured in the skin am I, but oh, but am I one sexy beauty, ‘tis true…! Too sexy am I for mortal eyes,that I must hide me body with a full cloak. Ya only gets t’see me overly dark eyes with unique and exotic pupils. Oh and i been told that me eyes shine like black pools made of Midnight’s love. And I gots short cropped midnight hair to boot! It feels like soft fur-- I been told…! Oh and those pointy’s ‘neath me hood… ummm…. ummm… oh…! Only but the latest style to wear FAKE cat ears. Oh! And a FAKE cat tail too. Aye. Tis the latest fashion rage after all. Ummmm… same with paintin’ yer nails black. All o’ dem. Fashion rage. Aye. Oh and these bandages on me left arm? Broke it I did, and sooooo tis upon the mend, it is. Aye. Mending. Oh! And worry not ‘bout the markings upon me shoulders. They’re just… tribal tattoos. All the rage. Y’wouldn’t understand, sire. But tell a tale t’tell ‘bout later, if it pleases ya...

WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW?
Ooooohhhh… y’know like any other twenty something year old lass, just looking for safe passage upon yer livin’ vessel. Not that I ever been on one before…! Oh, but nay! A girlie like meself!? Hah! Paltry are the chances. As in never. Hah! Hah… sooooo are ya hirin’, sire...?

WHY?
Oh, cuz life be too short, tis true. Need some adventure and new experiences in life aye? Can’t always live as a pet-- petulant kiddie-- woman! Girlie lookin’ woman for all yer life, am I right, sire? I mean, ya gots to have a decent life. Ya gots to be something more than just a vagabond. Hah! Hah… sooooo are ya lookin’ for a cleaner or somethin’ for yer live vessel, sire…?

WHAT WOULD YOU RATHER BE DOING?
Oh! Nothin’ else but workin’ ‘board yer vessel, captain sire!!! Not as if I would rather be dancin’ or climbin’ or swingin’ n’ flippin’ about like some kinda’ famous and adored and made for performin’ acrobat or nothin… hah...

WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU'RE GOOD AT, THAT YOU'RE PROUD OF? IT CAN BE SOMETHING STUPID, THAT'S OKAY.
I can calm livin’ things by ummmm… purr songin’ at them… ummm yeah… I make soft grumbling sounds of pleasure and it calms them beasties down, it do.

WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU SUCK AT, THAT IMPACTS YOUR DAILY LIFE?
Ohhhh… but nothin’, sire! Nothing atall really. I can clean yer vessel all safely like and efficient too…! I am a sexy beauty, I am! B-But… wait… why ya lookin’ at me like that? No, I’m not lowering me chin and startin’ to tear up at me eyes…! I’m worth it! Not useless is yer Lucky Lass... ! I’ll show ya!! Just give me a chance! Please, sire! I only aim to please… I swear I’ll be good… I swear...

WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU LOVE THAT PEOPLE WOULD PROBABLY JUDGE YOU FOR?
Beg pardon, sire? Oh this? This is Dotsies. She’s me special friend. Say hi, Dotsies! Oh. She don’t feel like talkin’ right now. She’s all white and fluffy and some may say she be just a stuffy toy cat, but she talks to me-- and more importantly, sire, Dotsies listens to me. Aye, she does. And some very sound advice she gives… ain’t that right, girlie? Oh. Dotsies don’t feel like talkin’ right now, sire. Apologies a thousand fold, if it pleases ya.

WHY DO YOU FEEL LONELY?
I DON’T!! I mean: I do not feel lonely, sire. There are others out there! Just like me! We were pets-- petulant kiddies-- WOMEN!!! Petulant women but we are strong now! Especially twenty-something year old ones! And… and… and all I have to do is just find them again. I’m not the only one left. I’m not! And besides. I have Dotsies with me! And a new job aboard this here livin’ vessel, I do! I mean… if it pleases you sire...

DESCRIBE YOUR PARENTS, CARETAKERS, OR WHATEVER WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR FEEDING YOU.
Do ya means Dr. Starion or Ms. Kira…? Well, I… I… well, they were just loverly. And… aye! They were me parents and they took care of me. And they were very good caretakers and very responsible for feeding me. They were tall. And… had professional people hair and professional people eyes, I do remember, sire. And professional people are nice. I likes them.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THEM?
Wellllll… I was very young when I was given away to be treated with-- I mean trained-- I mean travelling away with a new… ummm… a new family. Aye. I was too young to remember them fully, but I do remember they were very loverly and professional people that made me so that I could serve as a-- I mean they were loverly… and they would have kept me if I was not a mistake-- mistakenly not their blood daughter. I would be worth it but… I… I’m sorry sire. Next question, if it pleases ya…?

WHERE DO YOU FIND LOVE AND COMFORT NOW? HINT: THE ANSWER IS NEVER NOWHERE.
‘The answer is never… nowhere…?’ Wat? No. That isn’t right. The answer is with Dotsies and with me new job here aboard this livin’ vessel, am I right, sire? I’m not lonely! I have love and comfort.. I do...

WHY ARE YOU DIFFERENT FROM EVERYBODY ELSE?
I’m not! I’m a regular lass, I swears! I do have FAKE cat ears. And a FAKE cat tail. And painted nails! And me left arm’s broken cuz it has bandages on it! But I’m regular!! Normal-- oh. That’s not what ya meants. Ummmmm… well, oops.
Well, I’m a lot tougher than I looks… and I cry after I kill-- after I see things die. All things die, but don’t they sire...

WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING?
I want… I deserve whatever I get… all the love and comfort in this here world cannot deny me that. But... I don’t want to hurt. I don’t want to kill-- I don’t want things to dies, sire. I just want to be a happy, good, useful, admired little lass… I don’t want to be what I was made to be. What we were all made to be. I want to be good. We were all good once weren’t we. And we can all change, am I right, sire…?

DO YOU TRUST ME?
From me heart. From me soul. Of course I do, sire. Ain’t gots no choice, I don’t. Yer me new master and you have me loyalty since you given me a job on this here vessel. Am I hired, sire? And so I thinks the better question here though, sire, is; What of me, this here lass they call Boogles? This here ‘Lucky’ girlie, sire. Do YOU trust me…?

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PRIVATELY:
Oh, it’s okay, Dotsies… we gonna’ be okay, me loverly kitty. We gonna’ be okay. I swears it.

The new master may never know that were an experiment. The new master will love us and treat us right, right? We won’t be sold again. The handlers here upon this vessel will not be like those ones on the crashed vessel, the Vestige of Madrican. They will not… they will not… they will NEVER hurt us like that. EVER again. Not here. They will not pick their noses and other places and wipe upon us, Dotsies. What’s that, girlie…? No and nay, they will not call us Booger-Girlie and spit and do…. other things to us. And they will find us useful here. They will.

Oh, but don’t ya say that, Dots! They don’t know that me gauntlet is a killing device! It’s all bandaged! They will never know! And they will never ask us to kill anyone with it! We’re good, Dotsies! All o’ us girlies! All of us are good! I know our sisters had their brains fried and fired up to do no good! B-but new master says we can change! We can change them! And no and nay! Don’ ya say that neither! I’m not the only one left. The others! They survived, I just knows it! We’re all sexy beauties. You too, Dotsies.

We just have to stay here for a while, okay? We just have to work hard here and make sure they trust us. We will have a new job once sire says so. Then we will do what we have to do,okay girlie? They think me a lass in me twenties. They don't suspect we're only 9. They think me a womanly woman, I'm sure as sure, aye. One with tattoos on her back... not marks from lashes o' the whip...

It will be okay. We gonna’ be okay, me loverly kitty. They don’t know how strong I am. They don’t know what we can really do… well, once you say it’s okay that is. You just say when it’s time and we will do what we have to do. We gonna be okay. I swears it.

OOC:

There are others out there like "Lucky". The successful ones are the ones that follow their 'programming' to a tee and remain as loyal pets for the rich and arrogant.

Then there are the other ones like her. The flawed ones. The deviants that resist their purpose to please the master. These ones were programmable but had a penchant to act out violently against their masters. All these flawed ones were re-programmed and sold off as insurgent or infiltration tools; expendble asssassins.

Then there were the ones that were considered broken goods. Some were too violent due to being too feral. Others were just plain murderous and rage-filled. These were the ones rounded up and put on the Madrican to be exterminated at the terminal destination.

But Boogles was put on this vessel not because she was too feral or murderous. No, she was a good little pet... that was until she was able to feel remorse. And even worse, she was able to feel empathy. Because of that she and her batch generation is considered obsolete now. There were others like her, empathic ones, aboard that vessel to be exterminated.

Then the Madrican crashed. She escaped. Now she feels she must find her sisters, gather them and live a life of fulfillment and happiness they've always dreamed of.

The Helium Frightful

@Scrub Mage This is quite possibly the most unexpected and unique first character in a long time, haha. He would definitely make a very interesting personality to keep the inter-character dynamic alive and well. Approved! Feel free to copy him to the characters tab -- and if there's anything you think I should know that's not on the sheet, my PM box is open or a post here is cool! :)

@Girlie1Bomba

~does it break something in the RP if my chara lies on the app. She is on the run and a bit off in the head.

I like what Scrub did above -- you could make your own OOC comments in parentheses if you feel the character isn't a reliable narrator. :)

~can we know any crew NPC prior to RP start?

I wasn't planning on any other crew besides the captain and the PCs, so unfortunately that'll be impossible. :(

~what other kinds of flying things can we have worked/travelled on?

I dunno, do you have an idea in mind? :D

~can we mix magic with science? or is that a no-no here?

What kind of magic are we talking? Give me your ideas and we can work out something that fits the world! :)

@Mokley

Alright cool. Thanks for answers. I'mma work on my app somemmore and I guess we can discuss the whole magic of science part. ;D but like lookin like I'll post my chara tmrw then

Darkness Visible: Summer in San Judas

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I guess the emphasis here would be horror a bit more than fantasy. Magic/demons/ghosts etc do come into it, but I dont want to be too specific about a 'magic system' or how exactly the cosmology works.

So yeah...some kind of warding/exorcist character might work, but you're not going to have demons materializing every two seconds.

Kind've make sense?

@Flagg

Hmmm. Yeah. Makes sense. K so I'll rework my app and submit tmrw then. ;DD

The Helium Frightful

Alright. @Mokley heya boss.

Sooooo I'm almost done my app but just a few questions before submitting:

~does it break something in the RP if my chara lies on the app. She is on the run and a bit off in the head.
~can we know any crew NPC prior to RP start?
~what other kinds of flying things can we have worked/travelled on?
~can we mix magic with science? or is that a no-no here?

Thanks ya!

Darkness Visible: Summer in San Judas

@Flagg heya boss.

Okay so like I'm almost done my app but just want to clarify before completely finishing it.

~what kinds of magic based charas can we play? Like for instance, I want my chara to do warding/fighting against bad spirits
~Do spirits/demons come into play here?
~If we are magic based what is the source of magic?

Thanks ya!

Take cover!!

@HallionThanks! Didnt know this place was THAT kinda place ;DD