This Girlie

Ethereal

Hey peeps! Still looking for peeps!

✩ Starlight Brigade ✩

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"...ѕнє ωαѕ ѕтιℓℓ вυт α gιяℓ ωнєη ѕнє ƒσυη∂ тнє συтρσѕт... ιт ωαѕ мα∂є σƒ ¢αη∂у αη∂ ¢σттσηу ¢ℓσυ∂ѕ... ιт ƒℓσαтє∂ συт тнєяє ιη тнє єує σƒ тнє ¢σѕмι¢ ѕтσям... ѕнє яσ∂є α мσσηвєαм мα∂є ƒяσм b͓̽r͓̽o͓̽k͓̽e͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽p͓̽i͓̽e͓̽c͓̽e͓̽s͓̽ σƒ нєя мσмму'ѕ gσℓ∂єη ∂яєαмѕ..."

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The pair of large, glowing yellow eyes blinked once, twice then the ghostly audio file dissipated into the ether of her rogue thought processes. Big, bulbous, blue fuzzy head swiveled to face the woman who had taken her in. An appreciative smile formed at the synthetic feline lips and another 'drag' she took from the metal filament with the glowing orange end. Content to just nuzzle up to the warm silence between them, Maddy continued to rock back and forth in her cradle, which to no surprise, she had reformed into an ancient, ol' fashioned rocking chair. The wobbly alloyed, apparatus looked to sprout out of the huge pile of refuse by a single rod. Amongst the beauty and flow of the bio-mecha flora here, this heap of metal plates, parts and pipes all piled together stood out like a sore thumb. But this was their undisturbed shadowy corner of disarray; no one should bother them here.

The old woman spoke to her in that new fangled language that she was currently teaching Maddy. The little blue thing's metallic ear twitched and then responded in kind. A simple nod she gave, a pause as big yellow eyes blinked twice, then:

"A-yup, Auntie, reckon yer right," said Maddy in the just right twang of the Ferontic language, "best mosey on n' keep our meek n' make our keep."

Maddy had no real context of the saying, she however, was able to parse the concept and that was enough for her. But truth be told, this was not how the Neoco Tabi inside the blue Fuzzer sleeve actually talked; she was merely mimicking the manner by which she was taught the language.

Suddenly, the Fuzzer perked up and blinked once. The voice that emanated from the voice box was truly Maddy now: high-pitched, sweet and with a hint of a darling little girl's song, "Alert, Auntie... incoming unknown subjects. Armed and-- uh-oh..."

The blast went over her head but she did not flinch. Instead her bulbous head swiveled from left to right, then right to left. Big, yellow eyes then rested upon the lead chitinous creature, a small smile formed at her feline lips in response to its demand for her to stand down, "I am not a synth, mister," said Maddy with a hint of a small bubbling giggle, "Hi! I am Maddy! I am a girl...! Do you want to play...?"

The Fuzzer continued to rock back and forth in her cradle as her head swiveled to stare at Auntie, the smile momentarily faltering. From Maddy's point of view, several sensors zoomed in and picked up on the inaudible clues, subtle facial ticks and especially the eyes of Melusine. Conclusions were finalized and acceptable parameters to proceed were lain out. Big yellow eyes blinked once, twice and the little smile reappeared.

Maddy stopped rocking back and forth in her cradle. A single yellow eye winked at Melusine before her big, bulbous head swiveled back in the direction of the intruders. Suddenly, the little Fuzzer perked up and blinked once. "Alert, Auntie... incoming secondary unknown subject. Armed with-- uh-oh. Alert, Mister... your friends are-- uh-oh--"

The explosion of sight and sound was tremendously graceful and terribly violent all at the same time. The secondary unknown subject was impressive with its fighting prowess, but even more importantly, this winged, scaly creature bought Maddy the time she needed to execute her next set of directives. Her smile widened as she lay her eyes upon the lead Ryzek.

"This is not 'Empress,' silly... This is my Auntie! And I will not stand down. For I am already sitting. But it is okay. I will just go down then. Bye--"

The telescopic rod that held her cradle retracted, bringing Maddy instantly beneath the huge pile of metallic refuse. A heartbeat later the pile exploded open, its metallic parts, plates, and pipes shielding Melusine temporarily from the lasergun blasts. And in the wake of the explosion, there stood 4 meters of menacing power and rumbling, jagged violence, crouched low on four legs. Its tail arched over its back like that of a imposing, armour-plated Draskaska scorpion; lit up, crackling and sparking away with electricity strong enough to stop the heart of the strongest Valkorian. The scavenged mini-railgun on its back was crude but it would do its job. The yellow of its eyes pulsated softly, but then suddenly a heavily pixelated heart appeared therein and seemed to wink over at Melusine.

"ʜɪ," said the heavily digitally distorted voice, promises of blood red consequences trailing its thundering echoes, "ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʙᴏᴛ... ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ--"

The tinkling sounds of the bio-mecha flora were no match for the pulsating fire of the roaring mini gun. The shining surfaces of the gigantic alloy flower petals reflected the flashes from each barrel tip as it launched projectile after projectile. Interspersed between flashes were reflections of the twisted and contorted faces of the recipients of the gunfire, each expression changing with each shot lodged or piercing through the soft spots between their chitin. Soon the reflections shone no more as the ichor splattered and soaked the gigantic alloy petals, obscuring the graphic reflections in the aftermath of the gunfire. Sounds of the thundering, pulsating shots echoed in the chamber, the tinkling sounds of the bio-flora marrying the tinkling sounds of the rail projectile shells hitting the metal floor.

The mini-railgun ejected from the back of Maddy's monstrous sleeve and she rocketed away, sharp claws at each end of her paw, digging purchase into the metal floor. She was half way to her target even before the gun clattered and bounced off the floor. Sensor arrays honed in on the new unknown subject, picking up details and logging threats and weaknesses as she went until she was tip of her jagged maw to tip of the unknown subject's dangerous snout. Angrily sculpted yellow eyes blinked once, twice then a heavily pixelated thumbs-up appeared therein and seemed to wink at Durzi. "ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ꜱʏɴᴛʜ, ʟᴀᴅʏ. ʜɪ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴍᴀᴅᴅʏ." said the heavily digitally distorted voice, without inflection and with absolutely no high-pitched, sweet, with a hint of a darling little girl's song in said voice, "ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ."

The LoveBot sleeve adjusted its mechanical jaws to 'grin' then nodded at Durzi, "ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ꜱᴀꜰᴇᴛʏ..."

Maddy then leapt away, once again rocketing off to a new target. Instantly she was at the lead Ryzek, sensors inspecting its prone form. It was still alive. Maddy lowered herself then like a primitive leg trap, jaws clamped down on it, biting at its scruff. She dragged the creature to the feet of Melusine then dropped it. Her tail arched over her head, swaying slightly, head raised up and leaning forward now. Angrily sculpted yellow eyes peered up at the old lady. "ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀᴜɴᴛɪᴇ?" asked Maddy with her heavily digitally distorted voice.

The yellow of her eyes pulsated softly, then suddenly a heavily pixelated heart appeared therein and winked at Auntie Melusine.

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Ethereal [open]

Can't wait to see everyone's app and maybe see if we can't tangleweave in some links to our backstories!

Ethereal [open]

Ricki was the Tall, Pretty-Ugly Girl and aspiring Pro Beach Volleyballer

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| 18 | She/Her/Hers | Homosexual | Euro-Canadian/Latin-American | Model

Cause of Death: Motor Vehicle Accident.

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Appearance:

Hey. What's good...?

6'0" | 170lbs | Blue eyes | Brown hair | Tan skin | Athletic Build.

Not only does her height make her stand out in the crowd, but so does her hairstyle. Ricki likes to shave the sides of her head and keep the rest of it messy or styled up with mousse. She frosts the tips and colours them, but for this summer she decided to keep them blonde. Most will notice the prominent scar on her left eyebrow. Makeupwise, she normally just does her eyes, but when modelling for the Oregon Boardroom, she does not mind getting all dolled up. The girl is an athlete and looking to be a pro beach volleyball player so she wears all the right trendy sporty clothes with all the right brands when out. She doesn't mind, especially with the amazing shoes that come for free sometimes too. But at home, it's just barefeet, loose tops and boxers.

She has a few arm tattoos and one on the back of her neck done by her cousin in Canada. Ears, tongue, navel and hood pierced.

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Personality:

~Confident and Friendly - she has always been undeterred by negativity, but learning to be friendly with most of her peers took several years in the making.
~Physical and Active - a lot of what she is about has to do with physical activities and even though she does not like to go to parties, she will try to organize sport events, workouts, camping trips, or just hikes and walks with those whom she likes.
~Hardworking and lots of Heart - she is a go-getter and gives 100% in what she does and will try to overcome even as an underdog.

~Anger Issues and Holds Grudges - ever see her work out till she near passes out, swims out to the bluffs till she nearly drowns, or spikes volleyballs until her limbs are swollen? It's because she cannot move beyond from the past and the scars still give her fits of anger. She has not even forgiven those who tormented her when she first came to town.
~Not so Book Smart - remember how she's known to be Hardworking... now if only she applied that to her study habits...
~Impatient and Perfectionist - she gets frustrated easily if things take too long to complete and will abandon a line up rather than wait. Also she knows how good she is athletically, however, she gets frustrated at losing, especially if it is her fault.

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Background:

Ricki's lineage is part Euro-Canadian from her mom, Bella, and part Latin-American from her dad, Vincent. She, however, lives now only with her mom and grandmother (dad's side), Cora, in the house she was born in. Ricki and her mom emigrated back from Canada to Oregon, strangely enough, to get away from a life of crime. Her dad got into a bad way with some of his gangbanger cousins and was put in jail. The rival gang threatened his wife and kid and so they fled back to their town of Newport when Ricki was only 14.

Back then, she did go by Sarah-Bella, but that ended quick. Coming out of the closet openly to these strangers was the worst thing that the young teen could have done. And soon enough, they had pegged her as a target of ridicule and ostracizing. They soon called her The Lesbian Miss Sarah-Bella...! which creatively became: Lez Miserable. And so during the summer, she and her mom decided to just call her by her pet middle name: Ricki. To cope with such strife, Ricki found calm by herself out there in the coastal water. The teen always had a love for the outdoors and so, and by this time she was already a strong swimmer. But here on the Oregon coast, she had discovered surfing.

But once more she was picked on for how she was. She refused to shave her lanky form of bodily hair while out swimming or surfing. And so she was now renamed: Chewy. As in the tall hairy Wookie from Star Wars. Now these ridiculing names tormented her yet she fought on, but luckily it was just name calling. That was due to the fact that she became friends with her peer tutor, brainy and geeky Laura Brakowski, little sister of hulking football star, Jonas Brakowski, aka "Breaker." Yes, the Breaker did call her names too, but anytime someone physically bullied Ricki, that would make Laura cry and Breaker would make them stop making his little sister cry and show them why he was called 'Breaker.'

The tutoring stopped as soon as Ricki was hired by the surf shop, Oregon Boardroom, but the girls still remained friends. Yet soon enough, Ricki fell for Laura, and so too did Laura fall for Ricki. But of course, they had to hide this 'other relationship' from their parents and everyone else. But then during that summer Ricki discovered for the first time her other 'first love.' Beach volleyball. She was a natural. But once she tried to enter into a tournament, for whatever reason, she kept on getting turned away. Finally she broke down in tears and gave up. Yet Laura knew the exact reason. And so for her 16th birthday, she bought her girlfriend some fancy new clothes and a make over.

Within the next few days she was in an under-18 tournament. And needless to say, she absolutely slayed in her debut. Although she and her partners did not win the tournament, she did, however, turn several heads and was offered another job at Oregon Boardroom where she already worked. She said that she already worked there. They said no, not as a stock girl for the company, but as model for their house brand of surfwear. And so of course, the cliche 'Pretty-ugly Girl Feel Good Story' came to a close once she went back to school with her new look and the horrible name calling ceased. Except for the fact that the guys had a name for her behind her back: 'Legs.' Something she could live without ever knowing.

A couple of years later, Ricki found herself still attached to the hip with her first love Laura and bursting with elation and excitement. She had just received notification that she had been granted an athletic scholarship to Oregon State University! The tall athlete was on the cusp of graduating and soon to be out there, rising up in the big, wide, wondrous world.

But she was never meant to see that world.

Ricki and Laura were crossing the street on a bright and clear, early Sunday morning. The girls were holding hands, laughing capriciously and leaning their heads together. Laura's phone fell from her back pocket. Ricki released Laura's hand and paused to reach back and grab it.

The driver that ran the red light was asleep at the wheel. And their blood alcohol was four times over the legal limit.

Ricki choked on her own blood and died on the way to the hospital.

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Misc.:

"Alright. Time to crack some huevos... Órale!"

~'Sable' is her pet name from Mom and Dad.
~Claps hands twice loudly or musses up her hair when frustrated.
~Blushes when she gets complimented.
~Looks away and twirls her finger to indicate: 'Whatever...'
~Sings loudly and dances to Katy Perry when no one is around.

Character Relations

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Ethereal [open]

Alright. Here's my app!

Moved Ricki to Character Tab! Thanks!

Ethereal [open]

@queenoftheages
Hey is Discord required?

Ethereal

Awesome! Can't wait!

Ethereal

Im really looking for at least 2-3 more people before I start the ooc, just a heads up

@queenoftheages

And so what's the cap on max number of chars?

Ethereal

@queenoftheages
Questions then:

Are our deaths supposed to be related in some way (Time of death, area, persons involved, etc...)?

Is this more of an exploration regarding the mystery of the city? Or more of an exploration of circumstances surrounding our deaths?

And when we start are we still new to this purgatory? Or have some of us been here a while?

Off the Map - The Voyage of the Adelaide

@BigPapaBelialYeah looks like it. I'm thinking we can't go sailing with only 4 people submitting apps. Meh. It happens.