Nyxira

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

MP-6736-OPEN

Full Name:
Oftobi Porter Eleutherius Nears

Age:
19

ID Number:
MP-6736-OPEN

Nationality:
Tajik-English

Appearance:

Overall, subject MP-6736-OPEN does not bear any particularly notable features.

Physically, the subject is fairly small -although not unusually so for his ethnicity- measuring in at 167cm, with a light build and weight of 47kgs, such that the provided grey shirt and trousers fit him loosely. Skin and hair are both brown, while the subject's eyes are deep, dark grey in colour. The remaining facial features are prominently Persian in shape and structure.

Even MP-6736-OPEN's presence is small and meek due to his nervous nature. Subject appears to do this deliberately, perhaps as some sort of defense mechanism in attempts to hide from the horrors which follow him. In addition, whether due to the aforementioned anxiety or the sedatives distributed to him, the subject appears very unkempt at all times, bearing bags beneath his eyes and unshaven stubble upon his jawline.

[NOTE: In addition to the regulation male clothing, subject MP-6736-OPEN is provided with a hooded sweatshirt as one of his privileges.]

Background:

Originally, MP-6736-OPEN was entirely unspectacular.

Pertinent records indicate the subject as having been born in Tajikistan on [VOID] to parents [VOID] [Tajik] and [VOID] Nears [English]. There are no indications that MP-6736-OPEN could have been considered in any way anomalous during his early developmental years. However, [VOID] began to display increasing levels of unusual behaviour. She was later found performing a [VOID] cult ritual over a young MB-6737-OPEN. [VOID] immediately filed for divorce and relocated himself and the subject to England.

Everything appeared to be in standard order from that point on, however the subject became increasingly timorous and reclusive. It is suspected that at this point he was already experiencing the anomalies. MB-6737-OPEN’s status was further disrupted upon [VOID]’s remarriage, as he was reported to have been at odds with his stepmother. It was in the midst of an altercation between the two that the incident occured. Anomalous Containment staff arrived on the scene to find the subject [VOID], and the home in mayhem. Subject was ultimately incapacitated and immediately brought to Facility B for containment.

No further incidents have occurred to that degree while in the facility, as result of the recommended sedation procedures.

Powers:

On the subject of powers, MP-6736-OPEN does not, by definition, possess any to speak of. Rather, what qualifies him as an anomalous individual is his inexplicable connection to something entirely other. This "otherness" manifests in the form of cracks which radiate from the subject into the environment around him outside of his control when under duress, although these cracks do not appear to affect the stability of the surfaces which they cross. Instead, they seem to be gaps in [VOID], through which can be seen glimpses of incomprehensible [VOID] lusus naturae. It appears as though gazing directly at these entities may induce insanity in some individuals in direct proportion to the percentage and duration of entity seen. Careful study suggests that subject MP-6736-OPEN serves as some sort of conduit for the [VOID] beings which is needed in order to allow them through to our side of [VOID]. As such, these too are not in any way found to be under his control.

Perhaps even more strangely, the subject does not describe these entities as seeking egress from the cracks, but rather as trying to break in "from the outside". MP-6736-OPEN has claimed that he can hear them whispering to him and k̈no̔c͓k̘ K̼̩ń̋O̮ͦC̾͋k̔̓ Ǩ̜N̠ͪͩÖ̮̪Ć̠Kͧing on the walls even when cracks are not present -although when they are, the sounds apparently grow more frequent and aggressive. [NOTE: Witnesses have indicated that in some instances they, too, are able to hear whispers. These, however, are reported to emanate from the cracks themselves.]

Emission of the cracks appears to be directly related to the subject’s emotional state. It is imperative that he not be permitted to reach extreme levels of emotion, lest the cracks become large and rampant enough to allow through the [V̈́O͆I̫D̉]. Experiments to the contrary have proven [O͔P̟E͚Nͬ], and control could not be maintained. Lesser levels of ingress are more manageable, as the [O͊͂̋P̝̠̚Ḛ̥̈́N͋͌̿] limbs can be assaulted specifically, although they are seemingly [O̳̊P̃ͫE̱̦ͅN̬͔̉].

Nevertheless, they will protect the subject from infliction of damage, which renders subjugation post-outburst quite difficult. Recommended methods to do so are by small, ranged projectiles. More highly recommended, however, is to not allow the situation to degrade to such a degree.

Privileges:

• Over-sized gray hooded sweatshirt.
• Portable music player.
• Entertainment center.
• Notebook and pen. [Subject may suddenly scrawl strange things on the walls if not supplied]

[SECURITY NOTE: MAINTAIN CAREFUL OBSERVATION OF SUBJECT MP-6736-O̸̧̎̃͜P̩̮ͩ͛E̶̹̤̭͙Ñ̴̃ͧ͂ FOR SIGNS OF LUCIDITY OR DISTRESS. SEDATE IMMEDIATELY.]

The Trident For Nautrias [Underwater Sci-Fi]

@The Fated Fallen To be honest, I just meant everyone in general.;

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

@TheMushroomLord I believe it was said that the game is going to start on March 1st, JST.

Edit: I don't mean that to sound like I'm criticizing some failure to read the details. I assure you that I am not. As far as I know, that was only said in the discord, not here. I am just not 100% certain whether apps will be accepted once the game starts or not.

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

Okay, finally finished it. (Sort of, I am aiming to make that second image more complete, I just don't feel like I can finish it in time). Let me know if it is overly formatted.)

MB-6736-OPEN

Full Name:
Oftobi Porter Eleutherius Nears

Age:
19

ID Number:
MB-6736-OPEN

Nationality:
Tajik-English

Appearance:

Overall, subject MB-6736-OPEN does not bear any particularly notable features.

Physically, the subject is fairly small -although not unusually so for his ethnicity- measuring in at 167cm, with a light build and weight of 47kgs, such that the provided grey shirt and trousers fit him loosely. Skin and hair are both brown, while the subject's eyes are deep, dark grey in colour. The remaining facial features are prominently Persian in shape and structure.

Even MB-6736-OPEN's presence is small and meek due to his nervous nature. Subject appears to do this deliberately, perhaps as some sort of defense mechanism in attempts to hide from the horrors which follow him. In addition, whether due to the aforementioned anxiety or the sedatives distributed to him, the subject appears very unkempt at all times, bearing bags beneath his eyes and unshaven stubble upon his jawline.

[NOTE: In addition to the regulation male clothing, subject MB-6736-OPEN is provided with a hooded sweatshirt as one of his privileges.]

Background:

Originally, MB-6736-OPEN was entirely unspectacular.

Pertinent records indicate the subject as having been born in Tajikistan on [VOID] to parents [VOID] [Tajik] and [VOID] Nears [English]. There are no indications that MB-6736-OPEN could have been considered in any way anomalous during his early developmental years. However, [VOID] began to display increasing levels of unusual behaviour. She was later found performing a [VOID] cult ritual over a young MB-6737-OPEN. [VOID] immediately filed for divorce and relocated himself and the subject to England.

Everything appeared to be in standard order from that point on, however the subject became increasingly timorous and reclusive. It is suspected that at this point he was already experiencing the anomalies. MB-6737-OPEN’s status was further disrupted upon [VOID]’s remarriage, as he was reported to have been at odds with his stepmother. It was in the midst of an altercation between the two that the incident occured. Anomalous Containment staff arrived on the scene to find the subject [VOID], and the home in mayhem. Subject was ultimately incapacitated and immediately brought to Facility B for containment.

No further incidents have occurred to that degree while in the facility, as result of the recommended sedation procedures.

Powers:

On the subject of powers, MB-6736-OPEN does not, by definition, possess any to speak of. Rather, what qualifies him as an anomalous individual is his inexplicable connection to something entirely other. This "otherness" manifests in the form of cracks which radiate from the subject into the environment around him outside of his control when under duress, although these cracks do not appear to affect the stability of the surfaces which they cross. Instead, they seem to be gaps in [VOID], through which can be seen glimpses of incomprehensible [VOID] lusus naturae. It appears as though gazing directly at these entities may induce insanity in some individuals in direct proportion to the percentage and duration of entity seen. Careful study suggests that subject MB-6736-OPEN serves as some sort of conduit for the [VOID] beings which is needed in order to allow them through to our side of [VOID]. As such, these too are not in any way found to be under his control.

Perhaps even more strangely, the subject does not describe these entities as seeking egress from the cracks, but rather as trying to break in "from the outside". MB-6736-OPEN has claimed that he can hear them whispering to him and k̈no̔c͓k̘ K̼̩ń̋O̮ͦC̾͋k̔̓ Ǩ̜N̠ͪͩÖ̮̪Ć̠Kͧing on the walls even when cracks are not present -although when they are, the sounds apparently grow more frequent and aggressive. [NOTE: Witnesses have indicated that in some instances they, too, are able to hear whispers. These, however, are reported to emanate from the cracks themselves.]

Emission of the cracks appears to be directly related to the subject’s emotional state. It is imperative that he not be permitted to reach extreme levels of emotion, lest the cracks become large and rampant enough to allow through the [V̈́O͆I̫D̉]. Experiments to the contrary have proven [O͔P̟E͚Nͬ], and control could not be maintained. Lesser levels of ingress are more manageable, as the [O͊͂̋P̝̠̚Ḛ̥̈́N͋͌̿] limbs can be assaulted specifically, although they are seemingly [O̳̊P̃ͫE̱̦ͅN̬͔̉].

Nevertheless, they will protect the subject from infliction of damage, which renders subjugation post-outburst quite difficult. Recommended methods to do so are by small, ranged projectiles. More highly recommended, however, is to not allow the situation to degrade to such a degree.

Privileges:

• Over-sized gray hooded sweatshirt.
• Portable music player.
• Entertainment center.
• Notebook and pen. [Subject may suddenly scrawl strange things on the walls if not supplied]

[SECURITY NOTE: MAINTAIN CAREFUL OBSERVATION OF SUBJECT MB-6736-O̸̧̎̃͜P̩̮ͩ͛E̶̹̤̭͙Ñ̴̃ͧ͂ FOR SIGNS OF LUCIDITY OR DISTRESS. SEDATE IMMEDIATELY.]

~ 1959: Into the Darkness ~ - Vietnam Dieselpunk [Open]

Sounds good, don't push yourself too hard.

~ 1959: Into the Darkness ~ - Vietnam Dieselpunk [Open]

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Private Freeman

	FREEMAN, FERRA M. 'Grease Carp' EYES: Brown | HAIR: Brown | HEIGHT: 65" | WEIGHT: 122lbs DOB: 09Jun37 | AGE: 22 | Heterosexual - UNITED STATES CITIZEN - Residence: Oak Park, Illinois BRANCH: United States Armed Forces GRADE: Private (E-1) - Mech Technician Service NO: 16325167

Profile

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Appearance

Ferra is a young African American woman of fairly average height, standing at about 5'5". She is strong and sturdy, with broad shoulders and squarish hands. However, her build overall is also quite average, featuring feminine curves without being especially slim or wide. Equally as average are the rectangular glasses which rest upon the bridge of the distinguished Nubian nose that sits above her full, dark lips. Nothing out of the ordinary for a woman of her age and ethnicity.

However, it is there that the ordinariness of Ferra's features ends.

The eyes behind those standard thick lenses are a bright and notable shade of brown that is almost more akin to a honey-gold. Her dark and frizzy hair contains an unusual amount of reddish brown which stands out against the blacker parts. Yet if anyone were to pick out her most distinctive physical trait, they would certainly point to the pale peachy splashes of colour which are scattered across her otherwise mocha skin. This unusual pigmentation is known as vitiligo, a rare skin condition which Ferra was born with.

She looks and behaves much the same whether in uniform or out of it, even in the way that she wears her hair back in a messy bun or ponytail rather than perming or straightening it like some women might do. Another thing which people might even notice in particular about her appearance is that her skin and her clothes -whether her standard Army fatigues or her civvies- are often smeared with grease from the machines she is prone to working on. Overall she does not look very tidy, but she caries herself with a such dignity and power that one soon forgets the grime.

Personality

Much like her looks, Ferra's manner does not adjust in the slightest whether she is on or off duty. She is at all times a strong, hard working woman who doesn't put up with anyone's nonsense or harassment. To say that she has a professional demeanor would be wrong, for even her personality is untidy and rough around the edges. However, she is a stern sort, and although she has a certain level of casualness to her nature, she mainly comes off as someone who knows precisely what they are doing and just how to get it done. Additionally, while far from submissive, she is very respectful of her superiors in her own rough way, and follows her orders with rigor. In that sense, she is more than professional enough for the military.

In fact, there does not seem to be much to her aside from that brusque diligence. Not to say that she is wanting in character, or that she lacks depth. It is simply that her entire life has been such that the best way for her to get by was by being that rough and serious type. She never put up a front or pretended to be something that she was not, but it did cause her to forgo other things which she otherwise might have naturally developed. Such as fully relaxing, or opening up to others.

Now, Ferra can have fun, of course. She can laugh and joke around same as anyone. But with far less frequency, perhaps. She knows how, but has not often indulged herself in it. After all, there are far more important matters to attend than to mess about in nonsense like that, and truthfully she so rarely let anyone get close enough to even cause her to think about letting loose, anyway.

Even so, she is not all hard. There are times, rare though they may be, when she can be quite gentle. When she can be supportive and comforting. Warm, even. This can be seen sometimes in her interactions with her father, or occasionally with children or the broken or downtrodden. And every so often, just once in a rare while, one might even catch a glimmer of it in her eyes as she works on a machine.

Background

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Biography

Her birth came as a shock.

Carole Lincoln-Freeman had been sickly and weak during the later stages of the pregnancy. So when it came to pass that her newborn baby came out with motley, maculate skin, there was much concern that there was something perilously wrong with her. However, she instead proved to be a strong and sturdy child, and passed all tests of health with flying colours. Such that her grateful parents named her Ferra with the hope that she would grow up as hale and as hardy as iron.

But her mother only grew more sick and weak until she passed away only three years later. Cancer, they said. She had always been frail. A delicate sort. Her body simply had not been able to fight off such malignancy, and it was presumed that she had already been afflicted during her pregnancy, perhaps even being the cause of her child's melanin deficiency. It was a difficult and painful thing, to be sure.

But Ferra was strong after all.

Although she was yet too young to fully understand, she could clearly see how devastated her father, Isaac, was and that was all that she needed to know. She took to spending her time tending to him, doing her childish best to cheer him up and take care of him when he was at his worst, gradually learning (albeit with guidance from the man himself) to cook and to clean and whatever else needed to be done to help him. And he was a good and loving father who did his best as well to raise and care for her on his own.

Now, Isaac Freeman worked as a mechanic at a Green Book registered auto shop, mainly to service negros or the occasional unbiased white folk. Sometimes he would leave Ferra with a neighbor to look after her, but most days he would take her with him to work. There she spent the majority of her childhood, playing in the back, or doing her homework in the corner once she was old enough to go to school. Most often, however, she would stick close to her father's side, watching and learning as he taught her about engines and radiators, and how to fix them or make sure that they kept working in peak condition. Before long she was doing what she could to help around the shop. It was hard, dirty work.

But Ferra was strong, after all.

She took to it like a fish to water, adopting the tricks of the trade quickly and with great diligence. Acting mainly as a runner when she was younger, but gradually coming to work on the cars themselves by the time she was twelve. Hard work, yes. But she liked it, and it was also good, honest work, that Isaac felt that was incredibly important. Not in aim for any sort of recognition, for he was a humble man, but rather because anything that could help and support his fellow negros was of value to him. He had always been an idealist with a heart for the good of his people.

However, Ferra did not share these aspirations or loyalties in any way. She had no reason to. When she had begun to school with other children, she had found that whether black or white, none treated her as though she were one of them at all. She was ostracized, and even sometimes looked at as though she had some contagious disease, which she expected that they indeed thought. There were so many differences between the different races, but she was different from all of them and children can be very cruel.

But Ferra was strong, after all.

She was never hurt by their words. They never made her feel bad about herself, for how could it be true that she was of lesser value than anyone else when her father needed her so? How could she be diseased when she was always so healthy? It was quite clear to her that nothing that they said of her mattered. All that mattered to her was her father and the auto shop, and so although it saddened Isaac to see it, she closed herself off from others and never made any effort to get close to anyone, choosing instead to focus on her studies and on work.

Despite how distant and uninterested in the rest of the world as she seemed to be, when the United States government declared war on Northern Vietnam in 1958, the young woman did not hesitate to enlist. She hopped on a bus from her home town of Oak Park, Illinois and headed to Chicago to sign up for whatever job she would be the most helpful in. At first they ignored her mechanics background and assigned her as a nurse, as they did most women at that time. However, so often and with such proficiency did she replace burst tires and repair broken down machines around the base that soon she was reassigned to be one of the much needed mech technicians. She was shipped overseas to the harsh, dark jungles of Vietnam, where she would experience the vicious horrors of the war first hand. Horrors that would break many a soldier in the years to come. Guerrilla warfare, jungle perils both natural and manufactured, and countless more traumas that came with it all.

But Ferra is strong, after all.

Affiliations Father- Isaac P. Freeman [b. 14Dec12] Mother- Carole G. Lincoln-Freeman [b. 21Sept10 - d. 05May40]	Relationships ---

Equipment

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M16
M7 Bayonet
M029 Carbine
Ka-Bar Knife
M1911A1 Pistol
Standard Issue Webbing
Mechanic's Toolbox
Toolkit

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Theme

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~ 1959: Into the Darkness ~ - Vietnam Dieselpunk [Open]

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Private Freeman

	FREEMAN, FERRA M. 'Grease Carp' EYES: Brown | HAIR: Brown | HEIGHT: 65" | WEIGHT: 122lbs DOB: 09Jun37 | AGE: 22 | Heterosexual - UNITED STATES CITIZEN - Residence: Oak Park, Illinois BRANCH: United States Armed Forces GRADE: Private (E-1) - Mech Technician Service NO: 16325167

Profile

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Appearance

Ferra is a young African American woman of fairly average height, standing at about 5'5". She is strong and sturdy, with broad shoulders and squarish hands. However, her build overall is also quite average, featuring feminine curves without being especially slim or wide. Equally as average are the rectangular glasses which rest upon the bridge of the distinguished Nubian nose that sits above her full, dark lips. Nothing out of the ordinary for a woman of her age and ethnicity.

However, it is there that the ordinariness of Ferra's features ends.

The eyes behind those standard thick lenses are a bright and notable shade of brown that is almost more akin to a honey-gold. Her dark and frizzy hair contains an unusual amount of reddish brown which stands out against the blacker parts. Yet if anyone were to pick out her most distinctive physical trait, they would certainly point to the pale peachy splashes of colour which are scattered across her otherwise mocha skin. This unusual pigmentation is known as vitiligo, a rare skin condition which Ferra was born with.

She looks and behaves much the same whether in uniform or out of it, even in the way that she wears her hair back in a messy bun or ponytail rather than perming or straightening it like some women might do. Another thing which people might even notice in particular about her appearance is that her skin and her clothes -whether her standard Army fatigues or her civvies- are often smeared with grease from the machines she is prone to working on. Overall she does not look very tidy, but she caries herself with a such dignity and power that one soon forgets the grime.

Personality

Much like her looks, Ferra's manner does not adjust in the slightest whether she is on or off duty. She is at all times a strong, hard working woman who doesn't put up with anyone's nonsense or harassment. To say that she has a professional demeanor would be wrong, for even her personality is untidy and rough around the edges. However, she is a stern sort, and although she has a certain level of casualness to her nature, she mainly comes off as someone who knows precisely what they are doing and just how to get it done. Additionally, while far from submissive, she is very respectful of her superiors in her own rough way, and follows her orders with rigor. In that sense, she is more than professional enough for the military.

In fact, there does not seem to be much to her aside from that brusque diligence. Not to say that she is wanting in character, or that she lacks depth. It is simply that her entire life has been such that the best way for her to get by was by being that rough and serious type. She never put up a front or pretended to be something that she was not, but it did cause her to forgo other things which she otherwise might have naturally developed. Such as fully relaxing, or opening up to others.

Now, Ferra can have fun, of course. She can laugh and joke around same as anyone. But with far less frequency, perhaps. She knows how, but has not often indulged herself in it. After all, there are far more important matters to attend than to mess about in nonsense like that, and truthfully she so rarely let anyone get close enough to even cause her to think about letting loose, anyway.

Even so, she is not all hard. There are times, rare though they may be, when she can be quite gentle. When she can be supportive and comforting. Warm, even. This can be seen sometimes in her interactions with her father, or occasionally with children or the broken or downtrodden. And every so often, just once in a rare while, one might even catch a glimmer of it in her eyes as she works on a machine.

Background

---

Biography

Her birth came as a shock.

Carole Lincoln-Freeman had been sickly and weak during the later stages of the pregnancy. So when it came to pass that her newborn baby came out with motley, maculate skin, there was much concern that there was something perilously wrong with her. However, she instead proved to be a strong and sturdy child, and passed all tests of health with flying colours. Such that her grateful parents named her Ferra with the hope that she would grow up as hale and as hardy as iron.

But her mother only grew more sick and weak until she passed away only three years later. Cancer, they said. She had always been frail. A delicate sort. Her body simply had not been able to fight off such malignancy, and it was presumed that she had already been afflicted during her pregnancy, perhaps even being the cause of her child's melanin deficiency. It was a difficult and painful thing, to be sure.

But Ferra was strong after all.

Although she was yet too young to fully understand, she could clearly see how devastated her father, Isaac, was and that was all that she needed to know. She took to spending her time tending to him, doing her childish best to cheer him up and take care of him when he was at his worst, gradually learning (albeit with guidance from the man himself) to cook and to clean and whatever else needed to be done to help him. And he was a good and loving father who did his best as well to raise and care for her on his own.

Now, Isaac Freeman worked as a mechanic at a Green Book registered auto shop, mainly to service negros or the occasional unbiased white folk. Sometimes he would leave Ferra with a neighbor to look after her, but most days he would take her with him to work. There she spent the majority of her childhood, playing in the back, or doing her homework in the corner once she was old enough to go to school. Most often, however, she would stick close to her father's side, watching and learning as he taught her about engines and radiators, and how to fix them or make sure that they kept working in peak condition. Before long she was doing what she could to help around the shop. It was hard, dirty work.

But Ferra was strong, after all.

She took to it like a fish to water, adopting the tricks of the trade quickly and with great diligence. Acting mainly as a runner when she was younger, but gradually coming to work on the cars themselves by the time she was twelve. Hard work, yes. But she liked it, and it was also good, honest work, that Isaac felt that was incredibly important. Not in aim for any sort of recognition, for he was a humble man, but rather because anything that could help and support his fellow negros was of value to him. He had always been an idealist with a heart for the good of his people.

However, Ferra did not share these aspirations or loyalties in any way. She had no reason to. When she had begun to school with other children, she had found that whether black or white, none treated her as though she were one of them at all. She was ostracized, and even sometimes looked at as though she had some contagious disease, which she expected that they indeed thought. There were so many differences between the different races, but she was different from all of them and children can be very cruel.

But Ferra was strong, after all.

She was never hurt by their words. They never made her feel bad about herself, for how could it be true that she was of lesser value than anyone else when her father needed her so? How could she be diseased when she was always so healthy? It was quite clear to her that nothing that they said of her mattered. All that mattered to her was her father and the auto shop, and so although it saddened Isaac to see it, she closed herself off from others and never made any effort to get close to anyone, choosing instead to focus on her studies and on work.

Despite how distant and uninterested in the rest of the world as she seemed to be, when the United States government declared war on Northern Vietnam in 1958, the young woman did not hesitate to enlist. She hopped on a bus from her home town of Oak Park, Illinois and headed to Chicago to sign up for whatever job she would be the most helpful in. At first they ignored her mechanics background and assigned her as a nurse, as they did most women at that time. However, so often and with such proficiency did she replace burst tires and repair broken down machines around the base that soon she was reassigned to be one of the much needed mech technicians. She was shipped overseas to the harsh, dark jungles of Vietnam, where she would experience the vicious horrors of the war first hand. Horrors that would break many a soldier in the years to come. Guerrilla warfare, jungle perils both natural and manufactured, and countless more traumas that came with it all.

But Ferra is strong, after all.

Affiliations Father- Isaac P. Freeman [b. 14Dec12] Mother- Carole G. Lincoln-Freeman [b. 21Sept10 - d. 05May40]	Relationships ---

Equipment

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M16
M7 Bayonet
M029 Carbine
Ka-Bar Knife
M1911A1 Pistol
Standard Issue Webbing
Mechanic's Toolbox
Toolkit

---

Theme

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CONTAINMENT

I stand by my initial interest. This sounds so rad.

|- Little Solace: Chapter One: Black Frost -|

Very well, then please consider responding via DM.

|- Little Solace: Chapter One: Black Frost -|

@Sonnenschein I did not say anything about personal insult.

However, what is it exactly that has made you assume that I am going to be lazy or that I will submit an incomplete bio?

I drew an entire picture for this. Does that strike you as lazy? And I have been very descriptive in my communication thus far. It does feel a bit insulting to be consistently called lazy when you neither know what it is that I am intending for the application, nor even how I write or portray a story. Perhaps you have had the misfortune of dealing with a lot of lazy writers who do not finish their applications, but it may have been better to wait and see what I did before assuming such things.

The worst that could happen is that you get an application that you don't accept.

Are all of the characters in the rp not amnesiac? Do they not all have a bond with a Celestial? Do they not all have powers which ARE ALL clearly outlined on the applications? Do they not have likes, dislikes, and personalities which are also to be outlined on the applications? I suppose that there might be some people who think differently from me who might still see some sort of exploitation in that, but for me, I cannot imagine what sort of game breaking curve ball could be added retroactively into a setup like that on the part of the players. Because all of the big things that could have been made OP are already outlined by the rp setting, and the character abilities on the app, so that exploitation is highly unlikely. Which is, frankly, a good design. For obvious reasons.

All that I was saying, is that I'm not sure I see the necessity in telling my character's entire life story in the bio section of the app.