Mach2

Lᴀʙʏʀɪɴᴛʜ ᴏғ Lʜɪᴠᴏʀɪᴀ

Lemme know how this is. My writing has been feeling so off lately...

Character Sheet:

Appearance:

Sage is a frail girl. Were it not for Baeslan, she never would have survived in this world. She stands at 5'4", but weighs in at little more than a hundred pounds. Her twisted knee and broken hip cause her to stand off-centre, making her appear even shorter. She is weak, with barely enough muscle to throw a proper punch.

Name: Sage Evans / Baeslan
Age: 19 / Ageless
Sex: Female / Male
Race: Human / Demon
Occupation: Beggar / Parasite

Location: 6 - Town - Kingdom of Lhivoria

Likes: Sage finds beauty in simple things. She enjoys seeing others happy. She likes a skirt without holes or rips in it. The sound of birds in the trees. Baeslan takes pleasure in taking those things away from her. Watching his host suffer, and simultaneously having her solely devoted to him, is the ultimate source of pleasure for the Demon.
Dislikes: Sage fears a life without Baeslan. She remembers the pain of existence before he came along, and doesn't want to get rid of him before she can assure herself that she won't suffer like that again.

Years In Lhivoria: 18

Personality:
Sage is a quiet girl. She speaks with a stutter, or not at all. She can rarely bring herself to meet the gaze of a stranger, and wouldn't hurt a fly. Baeslan is her polar opposite. Where Sage is kind and gentle-hearted, he is malicious and cruel. He is a bringer of mischief, and enjoys committing acts that will make Sage suffer. Their relationship is a complex one. Baeslan feeds off of Sage's suffering, but will rarely let anyone else lay a hand on her. Those who attempt to hurt Sage will find themselves at his wrath.

For the most part, Sage has total control over her body. Baeslan exists as an entity within her, lurking in the back corner of her mind. He speaks to her, and she thinks to him. However, on occasion, Baeslan will push for control. And sometimes, Sage will relinquish. When this happens, their roles are reversed. It is a struggle for Sage to regain control once it has been lost. Most of the time, she simply has to wait, a prisoner in her own body, until Baeslan has had his fill of amusement.

Biography:
Sage was born in the town of the Kingdom of Lhivoria. Her story is a sad one, something that is seemingly only written by the most tragic of playwrights. She was raised on the streets, with no knowledge of her mother or father. Despite this, her childhood held the happiest days of her life. She had friends on the streets. Other urchins who she would play and laugh with. They shared the money they collected from the sympathetic shopkeepers, and split the food that they stole. Life was good.

At the age of 12, life plummeted. It was a freak accident. Something that could have happened to anyone, but it happened to Sage. While running across the roofs of the town, racing with her friends, her foot slipped. The young girl fell from the rooftop, sustaining massive damage on the way down. A concussion left her with a permanent stutter. Damage through her leg - a broken hip and twisted knee, as well as lingering soft-tissue damage and nerve problems - left her lame. With no one to set her bones, her limbs healed crooked. The girl's days of running along the rooftops were over. She was now a beggar, sitting at street corners and asking for change.

For four years, she lived through hell. Every morning, she would crawl out to beg for change. Every night, she would hide away in an alleyway, praying that no one would find her. Praying that no scum would want to take advantage of a lame young girl. It was after four years of this hell that Baeslan came to her. He gave her an option, a way out. If she let him into her mind, he could make her walk once more. He could mask the pain of her broken limb, and in exchange, he asked for nothing more than to share her body. If she would be his host, he would make her whole. She accepted.

For two years, now, she has lived with Baeslan in her mind. For two years, she has bended to his will, done whatever he wants. Finding the stone is her only way to a happier existence.

Reason:
Sage wants the stone to make herself whole once more. She wants to be able to live a life free from Baeslan's influence.
Baeslan wants the stone for the same reason. With it, he'll have the power to subdue Sage for good, and secure her body for his own use.

Voice Sample: "I'm...I'm r-r-ready...." "....We both are." Deeeefinitely gonna need some practice with Baeslan's voice. XD

(High Casual) Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment!

Isaac had arrived on Home Planet a total of thirty-six hours ago. In that amount of time, he'd managed to acquire a total of thirty-eight minutes of sleep. In the three-day flight from his own world, immediately prior to his arrival, he'd only gotten around four hours in total. Four hours thirty-eight minutes, over the course of nearly four days. It was a wonder the man was still standing. Then again...sleep seemed an impossible concept at the moment.

He'd been let out of his cell that morning, for the first time since arriving. "Eyes", as the Ebolorian guards had taken to calling the man, had followed the general masses of people, eventually arriving in what seemed to be some sort of 'common area'. Isaac remained wary, sticking to the edges and alleyways. He didn't know his way around Home Planet yet. He didn't know what actions might invoke the wrath of the guards, or, for that matter, the wrath of the other prisoners. Isaac was in over his head here, and damn did he know it.

As he leaned against a wall, he fiddled with the manual focus on his prosthetic eye. The wiring was jacked up, and all he'd been getting for the past six hours was an intermittent feed of static. If he'd been back home, he could have gotten someone to look at it. Hell, he could have poked around himself if he'd had access to some basic tools. But here, here the eye was more of a hindrance than a help. The static was distracting, and no amount of fiddling with the dials on the side of the apparatus seemed to help.

A sound distracted him from his fiddling. A sharp scream, echoing through the entire vicinity. Isaac cringed at the noise, but didn't make any movement to try to find its source. It sounded female, and he cringed for whoever was emitting that noise. But it was probably safest to not intervene...

However, the next series of noises did grab his attention. Those screams sounded angry, and were accompanied by the clanging noise of a metallic chain. Isaac frowned. With some effort, he dragged his exhausted body out of the alleyway where he'd been hiding out. Some short distance away, there was a man that could only be human or humanoid. He was chained to a post, screaming in a vehement rage. "You think I'm trash? Who the one that shits on the spot because their Ebolorian master says so?!?! Your nothing better than pets! Science projects gone wrong! I've seen better looking aliens in 1970's sci fi films!!!"

For a few seconds, Isaac only watched the man. The chain was strong, but it was tied poorly. Even with his depth perception in its current state of screwed up, Isaac knew he could undo it. This man, this other human, he could be an ally. And Isaac sure as hell needed an ally if he wanted to survive.

Before he could consider it anymore, he moved. Isaac rushed forward, through the throngs of aliens that were milling around staring at the single human. He bumped into quite a few shoulders, and apologized hastily as he did so. But finally, he reached the man on the chain. "Hey. Shuttup. Screaming isn't gonna do you a hell of a lot of good," he muttered as he neared the man.

He blinked hard, once, hoping it might clear up the static in his left eye. No such luck. "Listen, how much trouble do you think I'd get in if I untied you?" Isaac asked the man, speaking quickly. "Think they'd notice? Think they'd care?"

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Totally understandable, Pathfinder.

In that case, I'll get my new character to interact with Roman's, and you should probably be able to jump in whenever you're able to. :)

EDIT: okie, post is up. Looking forward to seeing more people posting soonish. :)

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My post will be up tonight. Even if I have to hike out to the nearest Tim Horton's and steal their WiFi.

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Pssst. Gonzo. Make a CS. :D

sounds like a busy time, Yoshi. Did you have fun?

I probably won't be able to post until Sunday or Monday. No WiFi, only cell data. Also, painkillers have my mental state varying between competent and totally out of it. I spent a solid minute staring at my toes, mesmerized by how long they are. I'd rather not try to post. XD

Immortal Fear (Zombie-esque Horror Survival)

Sorry, guys. I just got my wisdom teeth out yesterday, and I'm away from WiFi this weekend. I was gonna wait on IInflex, but I can have something up by Monday or so.

I'd attempt a mobile post, but even typing this up and posting is a struggle for my PoS phone.

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Gonzo!!!

Going well enough for me. How about you?

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Sooo I'm being forced to go camping tomorrow. Again. Immediately after getting my wisdom teeth removed. In other words, probably gonna be MIA for a few days.

Yoshi, my character good to go for when I get back? No changes you want made?

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Leotamer said
\because setting people on fire is fun.

I like this guy! XD

(High Casual) Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment!

Name: Isaac "Eyes" Moore
Age: 21
Race: Human
Gender: Male ((what? Mach's playing a dude??? WHaaaat???!!))
Height: 6'2"
Rank: C

Appearance:

Isaac is blessed with a fairly imposing figure. For a human, he is intimidating. He stands tall, a few inches above six feet in height. His build is athletic, with lean muscles and little body fat. The man's features hint at a heritage that may have once been Asian, but has been long since lost in a mixture of varied ethnicities. Scars cover his body, most hidden beneath his shirt.

Most predominant of his features, however, is the mechanical apparatus that adorns the left half of his face. Having lost his eye in an accident, Isaac was outfitted with an experimental prosthetic retina. The structure extends from his temple down along his jawbone, and back nearly to his left ear. It was once pristine titanium, but is now dented and warped in a few places. Isaac's other eye is a brown so dark it's nearly black, and seems to view the world with a subtle discontent.

Abilities: Though he is only human, Isaac's mechanical eye does grant him a few small advantages. It is equipped with an optical zoom function, allowing him to view objects at a magnification of 14x. When it is functioning properly, Isaac's eye is also able to snap high-resolution (15 megapixel) photographs and record short video clips. These save to a 3 gigabyte memory card, located within the structure of his mechanical eye.

Skills:
Piloting: Isaac is trained to fly high-velocity jet planes, as well as spacecraft. He has a very fast reaction time, and his biological eye misses nothing. His mechanical one, though, still needs some getting used to.
Athleticism:When he wasn't busy with pilot training or his other courses, odds are you could find Isaac participating in some sport. On his home planet, he played every local game he could find. The obstacle course was viewed as the greatest athletic achievement in his community, and Isaac was a master.
Resourcefulness: Isaac knows how to talk to people. He knows how to use his surroundings to his advantage. He is quick and calculating, and can make decisions under pressure.

Brief Bio/History:
Prior to the Human Colonization Outreach Program (see Hugh Manning's character sheet), humans had been leaving the Earth for decades, on far smaller ships. Most who left found homes where life would be unpleasant. Some landed on worlds already colonized by other alien races. They were treated as foreigners, and often eradicated. Others landed on inhospitable planets where they struggled to survive, let alone thrive. However, a select few managed to make their way to worlds where they were welcomed. Isaac's ancestors were one such case.

Isaac hails from the planet Brak. The indigenous people were a race of insect-like humanoids; very agile, with a vocal apparatus similar to humans. Communication was possible, and the two races were able to interact diplomatically. The small human community was welcomed, and allowed to thrive. They adopted Brakkian culture, partaking in their games, eating their food, and the Brakkians shared the interest in human technology. Whereas other human colonies met discouraging ends, the colony on Brak was the rare success story.

Isaac was a third generation Brak-born human. By the time he was a young adult, the technology sector was thriving on the planet. Brakkians paid large quantities of money for humans capable of operating machinery, and Isaac had dreams of being a pilot. Fighter jet races were a huge source of entertainment for Brakkians, and humans were all-too-willing to oblige. Isaac was a natural, and began training at the age of 17.

He got his full license two years later, at 19, and became one of the best pilots in the league. However, within the past year, Isaac's life has basically gone to shit. First came the accident, shortly before his twenty-first birthday. An engine failed in-flight. There was no way it could have been prevented, and no way it could have been detected before take-off. Mid-air, with no source of thrust, Isaac's craft plummeted to the ground. He was told he emerged from the crash lucky. Shrapnel pierced his body in a dozen places, but most severe was the damage to his head. The bone of his eye socket was crushed, and his eye damaged beyond any hope of repair.

The racing league, acknowledging Isaac as one of their finest, paid him compensation in the form of an experimental retina. The device was untested, but Isaac took the chance. It worked...until the Ebolorian invasion.

Brakkians were a peaceful race, as was proven in their relationship with the human settlers. Their only defense against the Ebolorians were the small league of human jet-fighters. Jet races were a popular sport, and they were seventy planes strong in total. However, the Ebolorians still outnumbered them ten to one. Humans and Brakkians alike stood no chance. Isaac did his part, but was hindered by his new eye. It allowed for him to see, but not to the same level a human eye could. He was blindsided five minutes into the first battle, and taken captive by the Ebolorians. Two weeks later, they arrived at Home Planet.

Affiliation: Brakkians