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House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

@Tojin

Good luck on the finals! Mine are over Monday.

Part of me is gonna regret writing a science character for this. I write my organic Chem final tomorrow, and after that I'm not going to want to mention reaction mechanisms for a loooong time.

House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

Name: Isabelle Bergqvist

Age: 23

Degree: Honours Degree in Organic Chemistry, Minor in Biochemistry

Short description of character's outwards appearance:

Dis wat she look like

Isabelle stands at 5'7", and weighs in at a slender 120 lbs. Her clothing style hints at her upbringing; born into a family of money and traditional values. She dresses modestly, usually in a button-up shirt with a the collar turned down, and a pair of dress pants. Her clothes are new, and brand-name.

Isabelle's hair is dark, cut just above her shoulders. Her eyes are a pale green, and typically focused on something other than you, even during conversation.

Short description of character's personality (including any skills/weaknesses they have:
Throughout her academic career, Isabelle faced tremendous pressure to succeed. She is tremendously intelligent, never once letting her GPA drop below 4.0. A good night for her includes a cup of Earl Grey with cream and sugar, and the latest publication of the Journal of Organic Chemistry.

However, while she is blessed academically, Isabelle struggles socially. She isn't shy, and she isn't anxious. But there is something odd about her mannerisms, and she is woefully unaware of it. She's entirely comfortable with long silences, doesn't realize when people are uninterested in a discussion on chemical reaction mechanisms, and habitually manages to ask the most uncomfortable questions.

Anything else important:
Upon graduation, Isabelle's intentions were to follow in the footsteps of her two elder brothers (Liam, 27, Master's Degree in Bioengineering. Theo, 31, Master's in Robotics) and return to school for her Master's. However, her parents have expressed concern about her social life, which is, and always has been, somewhere between lacking and non-existent.

So rather than returning to the only world she knows, that of academics, Isabelle has agreed to take a gap year. She's promised to get out more, meet people, and go on a vacation before returning to school. Thus far, she's managed to secure a room in a shared apartment. Living with other people. It's a step.

Isabelle owns a red betta fish named Jack Roberts.

House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

Socially inept scientist incoming!

Isabelle Bergqvist

Name: Isabelle Bergqvist

Age: 23

Degree: Honours Degree in Organic Chemistry, Minor in Biochemistry

Short description of character's outwards appearance:

Dis wat she look like

Isabelle stands at 5'7", and weighs in at a slender 120 lbs. Her clothing style hints at her upbringing; born into a family of money and traditional values. She dresses modestly, usually in a button-up shirt with a the collar turned down, and a pair of dress pants. Her clothes are new, and brand-name.

Isabelle's hair is dark, cut just above her shoulders. Her eyes are a pale green, and typically focused on something other than you, even during conversation.

Short description of character's personality (including any skills/weaknesses they have:
Throughout her academic career, Isabelle faced tremendous pressure to succeed. She is tremendously intelligent, never once letting her GPA drop below 4.0. A good night for her includes a cup of Earl Grey with cream and sugar, and the latest publication of the Journal of Organic Chemistry.

However, while she is blessed academically, Isabelle struggles socially. She isn't shy, and she isn't anxious. But there is something odd about her mannerisms, and she is woefully unaware of it. She's entirely comfortable with long silences, doesn't realize when people are uninterested in a discussion on chemical reaction mechanisms, and habitually manages to ask the most uncomfortable questions.

Anything else important:
Upon graduation, Isabelle's intentions were to follow in the footsteps of her two elder brothers (Liam, 27, Master's Degree in Bioengineering. Theo, 31, Master's in Robotics) and return to school for her Master's. However, her parents have expressed concern about her social life, which is, and always has been, somewhere between lacking and non-existent.

So rather than returning to the only world she knows, that of academics, Isabelle has agreed to take a gap year. She's promised to get out more, meet people, and go on a vacation before returning to school. Thus far, she's managed to secure a room in a shared apartment. Living with other people. It's a step.

Isabelle owns a red betta fish named Jack Roberts.

House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

Very much intrigued. I love me some good spookery. Count me as interested.

Terminal - Blackout [Closed]

I do have a CS in progress...was hoping to finish it this week, but there's delays. I gotta study, I'm training between 2-5 hours daily for track, and I'm going to the states this weekend.

So it might have to wait until next week >.<

Terminal - Blackout [Closed]

Well shit. I missed writing and decided to crawl back to this place for a few casual posts. Saw this title and was intrigued. Read the description and was very intrigued.

And then I went and looked at who it was made by. :P

So yeah, I'm in. Gonna lurk and see some other CSs before I make my own.

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

Hi guys. I'm sorry, absolutely no excuse for disappearing. I just haven't been in a writing mood.

I think I might have to drop. Roleplay just hasn't been keeping my interest like it used to, and I've got so many other things demanding time in my life that I can't put as much effort to it anymore.

I should have come let you guys know sooner, but i kept convincing myself that I'd write something tomorrow, and then the day after, or the day after. I'm sorry.

EDIT: I do have an excuse for ignoring Skype, though. It logged out for some reason and I cannot for the life of me remember my password. >.<

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

@Gonzo shiiiiiit is that a Gonzo???? O.O

Sorry for being AWOL the past couple weeks, guys. I've got a deferred exam coming up, and I'm stressing.

I've got another week of stressing to go, and then you'll have my full attention. I can't write posts yet, though, my mind is on math, and on not failing math. ;-;

One week! Then many a post!

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

Attention. Public Service Announcement. Vagrant has entered the building. :D

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

Vagrant Forge - D16

"Godammit..."

In one of the more tucked-away back-alleys of the District, Vagrant was rifling through her backpack with growing urgency. It was aged and worn, but she'd always had faith in the bag. Sure, the leather was scuffed and wearing thin. But until today, the stitching and closures had always held up. Always. But at some point during the morning, the side pocket had let go. A scrap of leather was now dangling uselessly along the left panel of the bag, held on by only a few small stitches at the bottom.

"Useless...piece of...frickin' garbage....argh!" with a frustrated yell, she finally threw the bag against the opposite wall as hard as she could. Which was quite hard.

Her wallet had been in that outer pocket. A wallet containing a digitally-encoded cheque (courtesy of a less-than-legal smuggling deal involving some less-than-legal firearms) for more money than she would probably see in the next month. "Aaaaand now it's gone."

With a dejected sigh, she set about picking her belongings up off of the alleyway floor. Change of clothes. A small pouch containing a beloved photo. Her brass knuckles and handwraps. Two cans of ravioli, and a bag of crackers. Finally, she snatched up the shoulder-strap of her bag and threw everything mercilessly back inside.

With approximately the same demeanor of a small child denied a cookie before dinner, Vagrant stomped off down the alleyway towards the main road.

---

Her intention was to retrace her steps.

And she tried to. She walked down the road, past the small convenience store that was short-stocked on just about everything except for canned tuna, hand sanitizer, and fishing bait. "Where do you even go fishing in Beta?" she grumbled to herself. Past the noodle restaurant that had nearly burned down last week. Past boarded-up window after boarded-up window, the torn pocket of her backpack flapping uselessly in the breeze the entire while.

But she quickly realized just how useless it was going to be to try to track down the cheque again. The amount of foot traffic in Sixteen today was ridiculous. By now, someone had undoubtedly either picked up her wallet, or kicked it unknowingly into the sewers.

She had reached Sixteen's District Hall by now, and resigned herself to flopping down angrily on a bench outside. There was nothing that helped a bad mood like wallowing in it. Her mood was sour, and her expression evidently irate enough that nobody dared to approach the glowering redhead. Her day had barely even started, and it had already gone to shit. Her backpack was shit. The last remnants of her food were shit. Hell, this district even smelled like shit.

She frowned at that realization, and inhaled again. Sure enough, there was a powerful scent of excrement. Nose wrinkled in disgust, Vagrant looked around to find the source. She quickly spotted it - a man who had just walked out of the District Hall.

The second she saw him, her bitter mood dissipated. For a small moment, Vagrant stared. The man was covered, absolutely covered in what she could only guess to be a mixture of various forms of human waste. The second the image registered, a laugh erupted from Vagrant's mouth. She made no effort to hold back, laughing loudly at the poor individual in a situation far worse than her own. "What the hell happened to you?" she called to him, getting up to approach.