Vicier

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Vivek Sudhir

"The unknown is always frightening."

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Name:

Vivek Sudhir.

Nick-Names:

Mouse.

Gender:

Male.

Age:

Thirty-Eight Years Old.

Birthday:

17th of January.

Distinguishing Features:

Perhaps the most obvious, Vivek is Indian - true to the point that he was even born in Chennai, India where he spent most of his life. Being as such, Vivek also holds a particular accent and dialect that is native to his people (mostly because English is not his first language). He is considered somewhat on the short side for a male, standing at a very comfortable 5'9" though what he lacks in height he makes up in his weight; tight, corded muscles bringing him to around 175 pounds. This gives him an overall 'sturdy, solid' appearance which, depending if his arms are crossed or not, sometimes gives him off to be slightly intimidating. His eyes are a deep, rich brown color that sometimes look black and hardened depending on the amount of light though the rest of his facial features remain soft, even when angry. He prefers to keep his curly hair shoulder-length and his goatee neatly trimmed though he has been known to let his hair (including facial) go during the more rougher patches in his life.

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Relationship Status:

Single (has an estranged ex girlfriend).

Sexuality:

Heterosexual / Straight.

Partner:

None (previous ex girlfriend is Lela Doshi).

Father:

Gobind Sudhir (Deceased).

Mother:

Amala Sudhir (Living in Chennai, India).

Siblings:

Rashmi Kuruvilla (sister - lives in Chennai, India) and Akhil Kuruvilla (brother-in-law - lives in Chennai, India).

Other:

Ravi Kuruvilla (nephew - lives in Chennai, India) and Gita Sudhir (daughter - deceased).

Pets:

None

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Personality:

♦ Intelligent ♦ Patient ♦ Caring ♦ Level-headed ♦ Quiet ♦ Religious ♦ Soft ♦

Vivek has a certain sense of "old wisdom" about him, making him appear to be older than he actually is when he speaks openly with his mind. He is patient in all things, able to keep his anger suppressed even under the most strenuous of times putting up a cool and collected front despite his inner struggles or current stresses.

He loves animals of all shapes and sizes, though has a certain fondness for birds, though he was never able to own one as a pet. The time he spent in his early years on his family's farm gifted him the knowledge and experience to be able to care for a wide variety of animals, which he enjoyed very much.

His time being picked on as a child and even hard-core tortured as an adult exposed Vivek to an onslaught of various unpleasantness. His near-perfect memory allows him to relive the moments, over and over again if he needs to in order to gain information as to how to execute the same rituals if need be. He absolutely distastes himself for having such a knowledge of torture, but has found himself in a situation or two where it was absolutely necessary. Though he is not beyond simply shutting himself away afterwards and sobbing his emotional pain away, praying repeatedly for forgiveness. He feels that his soul has been corrupted too much to have a fruitful afterlife, but that does not stop him from wanting to continuously do good unto others.

In his more quiet moments, when not hitting the books or writing thesis papers, Vivek can be caught with a pencil in hand and sketching graphite drawings in great detail on whatever piece of paper he can find. His drawings can be seen in various places in around the Welcome Center of Rapture. His favored style is black and white realism and usually depicts either animals or people.

Vivek, despite his somewhat hardened physical appearance (mostly because of his skin color and racial stereotypes) has an exceptionally soft heart and a deep respect for human life. If ever faced with a decision to kill someone who has done wrong, no matter the extremities, Vivek will always seek an alternative solution, even if he knows that person will one day come back and harm someone else. His mind always takes them to the feelings of loved ones, unable to rob a father from a child, or a sister from a brother. He is a firm believer of second chances, and thirds, and fourths...

He is no leader type, preferring to stay along the sidelines and watch rather than engage in an important, ongoing conversation (unless it pertains to science or other fields he is proficient in, in which case he would quietly bring up a suggestion). He is quiet in speech and short with his words, much preferring the solace of his own mind to a room full of loud, talkative friends.

Likes:

✔ Memories of Gita.
✔ Drawing.
✔ Reading.
✔ Animals of all kinds (especially birds).
✔ Children.
✔ Quiet.
✔ Hot showers/soaking in hot water.
✔ American women.

Dislikes:

✘ Rapture.
✘ Not having anyone to love.
✘ Bullying/unnecessary fighting.
✘ Ignorant people.
✘ Waste.
✘ Pain.
✘ Flying.

Biography:

Vivek was born the first child into a small, farming family in Chennai, India. A few years later, his sister Rashmi was born and their little family was complete. The children were taught at a very young age how to work on their family's farm. Vivek was given the more manual labored tasks on the farm, which quickly put muscle onto the otherwise scrawny kid, helping to shape him into a healthy, muscular teenager. He was not like the other boys at his school, however, and despite his toned body, often time was bullied, harassed, and even sexually hazed. Vivek's reserved personality, hating the idea of confrontation and not quite sure how to stand up for himself, simply let it happen. But he remembered. He remembered everything.

Around the time of his sixteenth birthday, Vivek was pouring over his chemistry books, studying with fever as he aimed to be one of the best students in school for promises of a bright future that would take him away from the farm life. It was just a few years after that, that Vivek decided that he wanted to become a Chemistry Teacher at the University of Madras - quite the reputable college located in his very own home city. It kept him from having to stray too far from home and able to keep an eye on his mother who was taking the sudden death of his father very hard. He studied hard, got good grades, and progressively landed himself a Chemistry teaching position at the school.

During these years in his very comfortable life, his younger sister got married and had a child. Not soon after, Vivek became romantically involved with one of the librarians within the city he frequented and had a child of their own - a daughter who they amply named Gita and though they never married, there had always been plans to when things in his life would start to slow down.

There was the Insurgency in Northeast India, as well as the Naxalite-Maoist Insurgency, the Bangladesh Liberation War and Indo-Pakistani Wars. India saw war from all sides and Vivek felt that he could assist at least in some way. Not exactly physical, he wanted to help with his mind and ideas, and enlisted in the military to be of some use. As it turned out, there was a severe need of learned scientists stationed within the United States. Unable to ignore the call in something he knew he would be able to help in, Vivek said his temporary goodbyes to his family, girlfriend and daughter included, and traveled to America to put in his expertise for the matter at hand. He joined the team, and though he mostly spent his time by giving them his mind, he did spend a little of it going out on the field with them and being involved in a more physical sense from time to time.

It was a long three years, and Vivek missed his family terribly though he did all that he could to stay in touch and ensure that they were safe which helped to ease his mind. Finally, Vivek returned home despite his new friends pleading for him to stay, but Vivek wanted- no, needed to be home with his family and return to his job.

Life resumed and Vivek, once more a Chemistry Professor, extended what he learned and helped those out within his small town, working behind the scenes to ensure that everyone was safe and happy.

A couple of years later, Vivek was approached by his officer, asking him once more for his help. Not able to say no, Vivek once more left his home to aid those he had helped during the still on-going wars and once again offered up his mind and skills for the greater good. However, only a single year passed before Vivek received a letter from home and abruptly left without a word to anyone. He was in such a hurry that he left the left the letter behind, and those who read it would have understood that his girlfriend, the mother of his child, inexplicably left without a word, leaving his daughter to the streets who was later found by his mother.

When Vivek got home, he learned that while Gita was on her own for the week or so before his mother took her home, she picked up a deadly blood disease and was forced to watch as she slowly succumbed to death. No amount of research or experimenting he did could have saved her, but not once did he give up until the moment her last breath passed her lips.

His heart no longer in teaching, Vivek sold his home and packed up what little belongings that meant the most to him (namely things that reminded him of Gita). His plan was to return to America and give the rest of his life to India's military cause, however once arriving, his station was being moved to London, as the tides of war had shifted, and needed him there instead. He had no objections.

He wished he stayed in America.

The plane crashed, landing him in the cold, black ocean in the middle of the night. He had no idea how he even managed to survive, but he did. He spotted a lighthouse not too far from where the plane crashed, finding that there had only been one other survivor after the whole ordeal - a man by the name of Jack. They hardly had time to exchange names and check over their wounds before Vivek found himself following Jack's lead into the lighthouse which, upon immediate impressions, led Vivek to believe that the lighthouse was far from normal. And he was right.

It was ancient and looked abandoned, but running on some kind of emergency electrical source that lit up their way as they stepped further into it. Stairs led them down, down, down... there was an elevator. Figuring it would take them up, Jack pulled the lever, but it descended the pair 18 fathoms. An old-fashioned projector-style movie started playing as the elevator stopped, but the doors would not open until it played through. A man by the name of Andrew Ryan spoke, talking about building a city free from the restrictions that most of modern society followed. And what Vivek saw next he wouldn't believe until much later. The elevator broke free, going along a sort of railing system underwater where he could see not only squid and whales and other sea life, but an entire submerged city. It was impossible, and yet... it was.

The elevator railed into the station after the brief city tour. There were voices, alarmed that the elevator was coming up. A man was on the other side, shirking in fear from... something. Another... human wasn't the right word, but it killed the man right in front of them, still encased in the elevator. Trapped. The thing tried getting at them by means of ripping the elevator apart, but eventually gave up. Another voice was heard through the radio in the system, a man that called himself Atlas who resided in the city which he called Rapture. He somehow remotely unlocked the elevator door, and guided Jack and Vivek through the bowels of the city, doing what he could to warn and teach them about life in Rapture, and its dangers. They were attacked on multiple occasions by what Atlas called "Splicers." But they survived, though it wasn't from a lack of absolute terror and having to trust one another.

What really tipped Vivek over the edge was when Ryan picked up a syringe at a station that advertised Plasmids. As a scientist, Vivek knew nothing good could come from it, but was unable to convince Jack to leave it alone. Jack injected himself with the liquid, and Vivek watched in horror as Jack's entire DNA code was rewritten. Jack blacked out, toppling over the balcony to the ground floor where more splicers were coming, and Vivek was forced to hide. The splicers (and Vivek) heard a machine-like roar, and left Jack alone. A rather small child and huge scuba-diver looking man went to investigate Jack, but also left him be once the small girl realized he was still alive. Vivek ran to his aid as soon as they were gone, waking Jack up.

Jack used his new-found powers of electricity to power an electric door that would have otherwise been rendered as broken. Jack tried telling Vivek time and time again to pick a Plasmid, that it could be useful and that he was completely fine, but Vivek refused. He didn't like it - he didn't like any of this one bit. He wanted to turn around, to try and go back the way they came. But Jack convinced him to go with him a little further. The door opened, and part of the plane shrapnel broke through the glass tunnel that served as a hallway, separating them from the thousands of pounds of pressure of ocean. They made it through, wet, and sealed off the door, continuing to try to get to higher ground.

More splicers awaited them, though Jack had a pretty good handle on his unnatural ability, taking care of most of them with a quick electric shock. There was another elevator, and the two took it up. Up meant closer to the surface, so Vivek complied. But then Atlas came back on the radio, claiming that his family was being held in Rapture, and that he wanted them to find them for him because Andrew Ryan had him locked in a room. Something wasn't sitting right with Vivek, but Jack was all too eager to play the hero. Arguments started, especially when Atlas let them know what Plasmids had done to Rapture, and why it was the way it was. Plasmids destroyed everything - twisted the minds of men and made them all monsters. In Vivek's opinion, it was only a matter of time before the same happened to Jack. And Vivek didn't want to be around to see it.

Atlas told them more about the small girl and the scuba diver - little sisters and big daddy's... apparently they worked together. The girls (as there were more than just the one) harvested Adam from corpses, and the big daddies protected them from the Splicers. It was horrific, and yet incredibly fascinating. Atlas and Jack both had the idea that the little sisters were bad news, and should be harvested, but Vivek saw things differently. He saw those little sisters, and couldn't help but to think of his own, deceased daughter. Gita... his heart ached, distracting him long enough to simply keep quiet and follow Jack's lead.

They continued to fight for their lives, the Splicers just wouldn't stop coming for them. Vivek wasn't much of a fighter but when his own life was at stake, he learned very quickly.

Atlas told them to head to the medical center where they would be safe(er) and after following Jack just a little bit further, he had decided that he had gone far enough. But just as soon as he was ready to turn around, they got trapped in a small, square room where another old-time video played for them to view - another message from Andrew Ryan. Andrew was convinced that the two of them were spies looking to extort information about Rapture. The thing was, Vivek wasn't sure if it was just an old video playing, or Andrew Ryan himself. Everything seemed so old fashioned, at least twenty years in the past... But Vivek put his foot down.

He left Jack at the entrance to the medical center. He was going to go back. He wanted no part in what was forward. There had to be a way to get a signal out to the world with all the equipment and parts he saw... and maybe, just maybe, he could get that original elevator to work to take him back to the lighthouse...

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_{Plasmid Information}

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Plasmid One:

Name Of Plasmid: Unknown.
Color Of Plasmid: Orange.

Powers And Attributes: Unknown.

Plasmid Two:

Name Of Plasmid: Unknown.
Color Of Plasmid: Rainbow.

Powers And Attributes: Unknown.

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Relationships Between Friends:

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇᕮᗷOOT

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Jordan Evelyn Burkstein

_{"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all"}

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_{𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

— ۵ ۞ ۵ —

Name:

Jordan Evelyn Burkstein

Nick-Names:

Jodi, Jordi

Gender:

female

Age:

Twenty-two

Birthday:

3rd of June 1996

Distinguishing Features:

She has a tattoo of an orchid on her right shoulder.

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_{𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Relationship Status:

Single

Sexuality:

bisexual

Partner:

None

Father:

Jason Burkstein

Mother:

Ruth Burkstein

Siblings:

None that she knows off

Pets:

While she loves animals, she doesn't have any pets.

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_{𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Personality:

♦ Cheerful ♦ Open to all ideas ♦ introvert ♦ Passionate ♦ Bit of a daredevil ♦ Combatant ♦

Jordan can be a confusing individual. She is often open and cheerful, but more often than not, she is morose and keeps to herself. However, she prefers to look at life as a canvas she can make her own. A rather aesthetic individual, she is keen on design, and her choices and actions pushes her to the limits of social convention. She enjoys upsetting traditional expectations with experiments in beauty and behaviour, her favourite expression is "Don't box me in!" and she will often rebel against any limitations placed on her. Which often leaves her at odds with her parents.

While her family might not be happy with who she is, Jordan is. She is colourful, and sensual, inspired by connections with others and ideas. She takes joy in reinterpreting these ideas, reinventing and experimenting with both herself and new perspectives. She often creates a sense of spontaneity, making her seem unpredictable even to those she is close with.

Despite this, Jordan is definitely an introvert, surprising her friends further when she steps out of the spotlight to be by herself, simply to recharge. Yet just because she is alone though doesn't mean she sits idle- she takes this time for introspection, assessing her principles and thinking who she is. Often from these retreats she returns transformed, seeing things in a different way, and finds herself utterly inspired.

Jordan likes to find ways to push her passions, riskier behaviours like gambling and extreme sports are something she enjoys doing and fortunately for her, her attunement to the moment and her environment allows her to do better than most.

She enjoys connecting with others and does have a certain irresistible charm. However, if a criticism does get through, it can end poorly. She can handle kindly phrased commentary, valuing it as another perspective to help push her passions in a new direction. However if the comments are more biting and less mature, she can lose her temper in a spectacular fashion.

Because of this, she is sensitive to others feelings and value's harmony. When faced with criticism, it can be a challenge for her to step away from the moment long enough to not get caught up in the heat of the moment. But living in the moment goes both ways and once the heightened emotions of an argument cool, she can usually call the past the past and move on as though it never occurred.

The biggest problem for Jordan is planning for the future. Finding constructive ideals to base her goals on and working out goals that create positive principles is no small task for her. She plans her actions and behaviours as contributions to a sense of identity, building a portfolio of experiences and not stocks. If these goals and principles are noble, she can act with amazing charity and selflessness, but it can also happen that she establishes a more centred identity, acting with selfishness, manipulation and egoism.

Likes:

✔ Sunshine
✔ Reading
✔ Animals
✔ Music
✔ Good surroundings
✔ Gardening
✔ Aesthetics

Dislikes:

✘ Being criticised
✘ Bad weather- Terrified of thunder storms
✘ Bad surroundings
✘ People who don't understand her
✘ Bullies
✘ The dark
✘ Heights

Biography:

Born to the "perfect" couple, Jordan was treated well, but more like a prize, never really like a baby.
Held at arms length by both her parents, Madison grew up thinking her live in nanny was her mother, until she was old enough to understand that the cold woman who ordered her "mother" about was it.

She grew up a little rebellious, fighting her parents every step of the way as she grew up, wanting to ruin their "perfect" little world. This only grew stronger as she decided she wanted to go into design. Their daughter was not going to serve others. So she ran away from home, and worked for three years, until she had enough money to relocate, and go to college.

She boarded the plane to London, and never looked back.

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_{𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓂𝒾𝒹 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Plasmid One:

Name Of Plasmid: Unknown
Color Of Plasmid: Yellow

Powers And Attributes: Unknown.

Plasmid Two:

Name Of Plasmid: Unknown.
Color Of Plasmid: pink

Powers And Attributes: Unknown.

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_{𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Relationships Between Friends:

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇᕮᗷOOT

Cyrus Saenz

"A goal without a plan is just a wish."

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Name:

Cyrus Desmond Saenz.

Nick-Names:

Cy.

Gender:

Male.

Age:

Forty Years Old.

Birthday:

8th of July.

Distinguishing Features:

His dark hair is always extremely well kept, usually slicking it back with expensive gel. His facial hair is almost usually a very trimmed goatee, though during unusually stressful months will grow out a full-on beard.

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Relationship Status:

Married - Separated/On the verge of divorce.

Sexuality:

Heterosexual / Straight.

Partner:

Holly Saenz.

Father:

Jack Thompson (Never knew him).

Mother:

Victoria Saenz (Living in New York).

Siblings:

None.

Pets:

None.

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Personality:

♦ Quick-Witted ♦ Creative ♦ Incredibly Intelligent ♦ Confident ♦ Patient ♦ Motivated ♦ Resourceful ♦

Being an adept businessman, Cyrus developed a handful of personality traits that eventually became him, rather than growing into the personality traits he had already been given at birth. He learned very quickly what it meant to sink or swim, and developed his mind to think both quickly and creatively to keep himself ahead of the game. He also learned that it was important to make himself look better than others, as they would be competition for his business, and practiced a few less than favorable techniques to ensure his position and title.

He is confident; perhaps overconfident in some cases but Cyrus has a great number of various working experience he feels that he is entitled to it. He doesn’t likely take advice from others and will stop at nothing to ensure that his goals are achieved. He’s the type of guy that had a 5, 10, 15 and even 20 year plan entirely mapped out for him that he follows to the T. He does not stray very far from the golden path and doesn’t do very well with change.

Though useless in a fist-to-fist kind of fight, Cyrus’ silver tongue, intellect and exposure to different connections make him every bit as powerful as someone with brute force; perhaps even just a little bit more. He is resourceful by means of outsourcing his funds to other people to see that the “grunt work" is done for him, dictating a more “behind the scenes” alternation.

He thinks very highly of himself and hasn’t been knocked down a single peg in many, many years. It is said that if ever faced with a true emergency, he wouldn’t know what to do and just might implode from being cut off from his sources.

Likes:

✔ Money.
✔ Power.
✔ Being important.
✔ Expensive scotch and/or brandy.
✔ Completing difficult tasks.
✔ Proving people wrong.
✔ Debating (heatedly).
✔ The classes system.

Dislikes:

✘ Goofing off/wasting time.
✘ Listening to others/being told what to do.
✘ Being challenged.
✘ Being lied to.
✘ Beggars/homeless people.
✘ Cheap booze.
✘ Valentines Day.

Biography:

If society had its way, Cyrus was born to fail.

Cyrus never knew his father, and was raised a bastard by his mother who struggled to keep food on the table despite working three different jobs. They had a large family, but Cyrus never really met any of them, as they all seemed to just want to be left alone. Things got a little better when Cyrus grew up enough to help out financially by getting his own job at the age of ten as a paperboy. He noticed immediately the changes in his lifestyle and saw just how much better things could be with money. He was hooked.

During high school, Cyrus took on as much as he possibly could by taking college-level business classes and working retail at a chain store. It was slow-going and took a lot of work, but Cyrus persevered and moved up in the ranks until he was one of five different managers within the building by the time he graduated. This advancement wasn’t enough, however, as he still felt unfulfilled. He eventually moved from New York where he was born and finished college in Washington DC where he also got an internship at a law firm. He hadn’t studied law before, but someone had to keep the books. And Cyrus did very well at it.

He did so well, in fact, that by the time he officially graduated college with a doctorates degree in business, he went on to create his own business which exploded with success and constant expansions.

Eventually, Cyrus created a side-project with his company, doing a little research on a particular plane crash back in 1980 that seemed to have put his family on the poverty streak in the first place. One name kept getting thrown out with utter hatred - an ancestor by the name of Andrew Ryan. Cyrus knew very little after that, and made it his life’s work to investigate more. Perhaps more personally.

It seemed that each step closer to discovering something was one huge step back for his company. Branches had to start closing, and by the time that Cyrus was ready to do away the the project altogether, it was too late. Next thing he knew, he was filing for bankruptcy and his marriage suffered possibly worse than he did. When the money stopped coming home, the wife found the company of his cousin to be more satisfying.

Knowing that he had already thrown in his money, heart and soul into the project, figuring that there was nothing left for him to chance anyway, Cyrus spent every last penny he owned to purchase a plane ticket...

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_{Plasmid Information}

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Plasmid One:

Name Of Plasmid: Unknown.
Color Of Plasmid: White.

Powers And Attributes: Unknown.

Plasmid Two:

Name Of Plasmid: Unknown.
Color Of Plasmid: Teal.

Powers And Attributes: Unknown.

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_{Detailed Relationship Information}

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Relationships Between Friends:

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"Small thought about friend here."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇᕮᗷOOT

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Isaura Reese Eldars

Location: Flight BAW229; Los Angeles to London.
^{Interacting With: Theodore Colbeck (@Caits), and Emily Colbeck.}

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“Em, don’t run..!”

A soft and gentle sigh falling out past her soft pink lips, Isaura smiled softly, her head shaking lightly from side to side as she watched after the young girl, making sure that she wasn’t going to hurt herself in any way as she hurried back to where they were sitting… to where her amazing and ever loving older brother was waiting for their return. This was it… it was finally happening; they were finally on their way..! London, England- the very first stop on their big trip. It was their first real trip together; their first real trip as a family… and truly, that meant everything to her.

Lifting her hand up, she gently brushed some stray strands of her long dark hair back and off her face, neatly tucking them back and behind her ear as she shot a glance around- it wasn’t her first time on a plane; and she was damn sure it wasn’t going to be her last either. She loved travelling… always had; and the fact that she had managed to find someone who shared that same love, that same passion was more than she could have ever asked for. Her arms coming up on either side of her body, she let her fingers brush lightly over the corners of the seats that she passed them by, her footsteps careful as she began to make her way back to her seat, her smile seeming to grow the very moment she caught sight of her boyfriend and his sister sitting and watching a movie together.

Gods he was perfect… they both were… and she was beyond lucky to have them both in her life.

“..Theo, mind getting up so I ca-...”

Stumbling slightly, she reached out, her hands gripping tightly to the back of his seat and the seat on the opposite side of the aisle as she did all she could to keep her balance through the small bout of turbulence. Once… twice… three times… As the fourth bout came around, both longer and stronger than the ones before it, Isaura frowned, her nails digging into the material covering the cushions and her feet fumbling about underneath her as she did what she could to keep her balance, waiting for the moment when it would be safe enough for her to let go, and to return to the safety of her seat by the window- and that was when she heard it…

The creaking… the groaning… A flitter of worry spreading through her being, she slowly began to lift her head, her soft pink lips parting ever so slightly from one another as her gaze was drawn up and to the overheads- the rattling… she could see it. The luggage that was held within pushing against them rather violently, the compartments threatening to burst open, and to shower them in the very things they had filled them with before the flight had even begun.

“..T-Theo…” Her voice was soft, though very quickly overshadowed by a loud explosion, the ear-shattering sound ripping through the plane causing her to fly backwards, her back arching and a pain shooting through it as she was smashed against the seats behind her, the sudden lurch causing her head to whip back with the motion. Her ears were ringing… the loud buzz clouding her mind as she slowly drew herself back to the present- her head… her neck… her back… they were all hurting worse than they ever had before, but she couldn’t let that stop her; she had to get back to them… she had to get back to Theodore…

Scrunching her face up as the pain shot through her person, Isaura pushed herself back up as best as she could, the flash of yellow swaying back and forth from above them letting her know that the oxygen masks had deployed; she had to reach them… Theodore… Emily… she had to make sure that they were okay. Shooting her arm out in front of her, she reached towards him, the panic and fear behind her eyes clear as the shrill screech of metal filled the cabin, causing the plane to once more jolt, and the next thing she knew, she was on the ground, her body curling and her arms lifting up to cover her head as the overheads began to burst open, showering her with luggage.

Slowly lifting her head as she no longer felt heavy items colliding with her body, Isaura pushed herself up, her gaze flicking about wildly for a few moments before eventually, the familiar sight of her own bag caught her eye causing her to instinctively reach out and grab it up before she flung it over her neck, letting it rest on her back as she once more rose to her feet, struggling against the cluttered aisle on her way back to where Theodore and Emily were still sitting safely within their seats. Things were bad… the worst possible scenario- the plane was going down, and them along with it, that much was more than clear, but as long as those two were alright-...

That was all that mattered to her…

“..Theodore..!?” Reaching her arm out in front of her, Isaura scrunched up her face, her body fighting against the angle the plane had leant at as she struggled to reach him, the very tips of her fingers brushing lightly against his before it was gone, her body once more thrown, however this time, she knew it was the end, the tears sparkling behind her eyes as she shot one last look at him as she was pulled back, ripped from the plane as it tore apart, causing her words to be lost within the noise and the rush of air as she fell towards the dark abyss of the ocean below.

“..I-I love you…”

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

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Barca Ashur Xavier, Naevia Udaku and Agron Wilson

Location: The Courtyard; The Academy.
^{Interacting With: Each other.}

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"You never did learn how to play nicely with others."

A lion's roar echoed throughout the courtyard. Kovu, the older lion that had wandered off from Navia, walked in time with it's true owner as Agron stepped from his observing place and began to shorten the distance between himself and his sister. Kovu’s large head easily reached Agron's midsection making the duo appear as giants among men. He nuzzled the plated orange and blue armor that kept Agron safe for many missions across the country, showing a level of affection that most predators did not share with humans..

Agron dropped his hand and ran his fingers through the rough main, scratching the large cat behind its ear where he knew a particular sweet spot to be. Roaring out again, though at half the volume (and it being more than clear now that both cries were out of happiness), Kovu sat himself down on his massive haunches, and began to pur. But Agron's eyes were elsewhere - his sister was just a single touch away. By the Gods, how he had missed her!

A slight smirk crossed over his face, though inside he was screaming. It had been years since he had seen his little sister, though his time away made it feel like lifetimes in one case, and just a few days in another.

He was standing behind her, but even from there, he could tell that she was beautiful, just the way he remembered her. Just the way he left her before moving himself to New York to escape the condescending undertones his step-father would constantly give him - as though it were Agron's fault that he wasn't his son. Even with summer's spent with his real father, T'Challa had always made it clear to him that Agron didn't belong anywhere.

Glancing over his half-sister's shoulder to the snobbish boy she had been talking with (and probably upsetting), Agron raised his eyebrows first, and then nodded his head towards the other boy’s direction that had already taken his leave. Smart kid.

"Don't bother trying. I've got eighteen years of her life on you, kid. So take your losses where they stand and your ego can still be saved. I doubt either of us will remember you in ten minutes anyway to even talk about this later." Agron gave him a wink, and a pleasant smile, despite the circumstances.

He was going to get hell for this - he knew that the moment he decided to come back from the "dead." He had to. When the war got tough, he needed to disappear or H.I.V.E would have ended him before he had a chance to get killed. Sure, he had a chance to come out of hiding after the contract had been signed with all of the supers, but to what end? There was nothing for him. Nothing, until he found out that his father would be a teacher at the new school. He knew then that he could help out - that he could be with his sister again - that he could show T'Challa that while he might not be his heir, that he could still amount to something... by any means necessary.

Looking back to his sister, he gave her a warm smile, very different than the one he gave Barca.

"You look well."

Frozen in place, the familiar though painful voice of her past washing over her, Naevia felt her heart leap within her chest. It couldn’t be… there was no way… This man- this… telepath or whatever he claimed to be had to be playing with her mind; forcing this cruel jest upon her… somehow… he had to be…

Eyes flashing with anger at the mere thought, the makings of a threatening and animalistic growl building deep from within; the sound was cut of. Caught within her throat as the roars of one of her two trusted companions filled the air. Happiness… Kovu was happy… She hadn’t heard him acting like that since-... Steeling herself, her heart quivering lightly, she turned her head; a mixture of shock and pain crossing over her gentle features as the rest of her followed through with the action, her feet carrying her backwards a few steps, causing her body to fall back against Barca’s as she gazed up at the ghost standing before her eyes, her features paling as she spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“..but you are dead…”

Barca had no idea who the stranger was, and keeping with his challenge to not read others minds, at least for the moment, was hard. Barca waited for more information. It appeared that the newcomer knew Naevia. And that she was more than surprised about them suddenly appearing. Going to say something, Barca found the words slipping away as she fell back against him.

For a moment, Barca had no idea what to do and merely reacted. He reached up, steadying her by wrapping an arm around her to prevent her from falling to the ground and his right foot stepped back to steady himself so they wouldn’t fall to the ground. Once sure that she was alright, or at least not going to fall, Barca opened his mouth to speak once more. ”If your memory is so poor that you will forget an event which happened in ten minutes, it would be wise to get that checked out, Sir.” the words slipped out smoothly, and rather than wait for a response, Barca continued ”And if everyone took that attitude, nothing would ever get done. I don’t tend to give up easy, Sir.” He looked down at Naevia, somewhat concerned. Whoever this was, it had unnerved her, and that seemed like an achievement. ”Naevia?”

The annoying buzzing sound of words leaving the pale blonde's lips fell upon deaf ears. Agron paid him no heed. His sister was there - flesh and bone right in front of him; breathing. Alive. He took a tentative step forward, watching her look up at him with those beautiful brown eyes he never thought he would see again. Giving Naevia a soft smile, Agron raised his hand to tuck a strand of her brown hair back and behind her ear, his fingertips gently grazing back against her cheek as he pulled it back to his person.

“I’ve missed you, Malaika.”

A shiver running down the length of her spine; Naevia’s eyes fluttered to a close at the familiar warmth of his touch upon her face. He was there… truly there... this was no trick of the eye. Regaining her sense of mind, if only slightly, she turned her head, pulling herself from his touch as pain once more filled her features. He was right there- alive and well… so then, “..why..?”

”H.I.V.E.” Agron answered quickly, knowing that her question extended much further than just why he missed her., He felt a slight sting when she pulled away from his touch., though he remained physically calm. ”They would have come for you. I had to protect what is important to me.”

No… no, that wasn’t good enough of an answer. Shaking her head quickly from side to side, the familiar sting of tears hitting them, Naevia brought her gaze back to her brother, only able to stand looking at him a few moments before she tore it away once more, dropping it to the ground between them, “..all this time… you let me believe you dead…”

”If I hadn’t, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

Kovu, who hadn’t left Agron’s hip since he came on campus, pushed his big head forward to lick at Naevia’s hand before nudging it to run her fingers through his matted mane.

Her attention drawn towards the lion, her fingers curling gently within its mane, Naevia was silent, tears silently rolling over her cheeks as the pain and torment she had felt over the years after word had come of her brother’s death hit her all over again, “..so you instead chose to have me mourn the loss of beloved brother…”

”To see you again, yes.” Seeing that they were simply going in circles, Agron sighed before stepping forward and taking Naevia’s wrist in his hand, pulling her out of the pale boy’s hold and into his arms. He wrapped them around her, settling one hand behind her head, his fingertips trickling through the beautiful raven hair he knew so well. ”I will never leave your side again. This I swear.” he practically whispered into her ear.

Barca followed the conversation, seemingly unaware that he was still holding Naevia as he sought to understand what was going on. Why had he decided to refrain from reading minds? It was too late to back out on that, especially when he’d already said he wouldn’t read Naevia’s mind at the very least. As she was taken from his arms, Barca blinked in surprise, letting his arms fall to his sides once more.

He frowned, feeling the absence and wondering why it seemed bothersome. After a moment he said ”So… you let her suffer without knowing fully that they wouldn’t go after her? You could not be sure that H.I.V.E would not have still tried.”

Agron’s eyes snapped up at the boy that addressed him so callously.

”I don’t recall asking you, kid.” He took a moment to size the blonde up and down for a moment, considering him. He had seen more meat on a chicken than him. ”An intelligent person would have surmised by now that this is a private matter. One that does not concern you. Now kindly turn sideways and disappear, twig.”

Barca watched the older man, mildly amused as he saw him sizing him up, and dismissing him. It was oddly amusing to be underestimated so quickly. Unconcerned, Barca turned just enough to retrieve Glaber’s cage, before he said ”Well, in a public place nothing is private. And I’m more than content in my own intelligence, one does however worry about your own, given that an opinion doesn’t need a question” He said in an even tone, as if he were just discussing the weather.

Shutting her eyes tightly, her body stiffening at the sudden feeling of his arms wrapped around her body as they once used to be, Naevia lifted her arms, pressing them between them and against his chest, keeping herself from being held flush to his chest. This-... This wasn’t right…

“..things-... things are not as they once were… they cannot be…”

Agron moved his arms, shifting them a bit to ensure that she would stay safely within them without being too overbearing, opting now to ignore the boy.

”But they can. I’ve come home to you, Malaika. I love you.”

He loved her… how long had it been since she had last heard those words pass through his lips..? Heart quivering lightly within the confines of his chest, torn desperately between that which had been and that which should be, Naevia shut her eyes tighter than before, turning her head away as she pressed her arms harder against his chest. No… things had changed far too much for them to be able to return to what was, “..but they cannot… father-...”

”T’Challa means nothing!” Agron interjected, his hands moving to hold her upper arms tightly as she continued to struggle against him.. He was losing her attention. T’Challa had always been a factor. Never a step-father - only a dictator in Agron’s life. Knowing that there was one sure way to bring her back fully to him, Agron let go of her arms, placing his hands on either side of her face and pressed his lips firmly to hers.

Her heart leapt, body frozen in place, Naevia’s dark eyes widened for a moment before eventually, they closed, her lips pressing softly back against his own. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be… not anymore… Her father had made it clear that she was to forget her brother- that he was nothing in her life. But she couldn’t… never completely. He was as much a part of her as her mother and father were; perhaps more.

Body shaking lightly; she felt herself melting at his touch- relaxing visibly against him as the seconds ticked by one by one, making her feel helpless and at his mercy.

It wasn’t being ignored that Barca minded, it was how long it seemed to go on. As he watched the situation unfolding, Barca found himself growing angrier. This man was manipulating Naevia, and she either couldn’t see it, or was just taking it as her due. Either way, something just didn’t sit right.

As things seemed to escalate, and Naevia’s resistance disappeared, Barca flicked through options in his mind on what he could do. To him, as he sought to understand, this was a wrong situation. Yet what could he do, when someone who seemed strong like Naevia, be unable to resist, even after she had tried?

”Naevia.”

There was that annoying, mosquito-like buzzing he had heard earlier again. Taking his time withdrawing his lips from his half-sisters, Agron slowly turned his head to face the boy, dropping his hands to hold Naevia’s waist close to his body..

”Still here, gnat?”

Ah. So interrupt him like that, and he responded. Such an animalistic trait. Barca gave a shrug, ”You really should get that memory problem checked. I’ve already stated I do not give up easily. And you know us gnats, we do like to pester.”

”And have an incredibly short life-span.” Dropping one hand from Naevia’s waist, Agron reached behind him, his hand finding the hilt of one of the swords strapped to his back.

“N-No..!” Lifting up onto the balls of her feet, her heart racing wildly within the confines of her chest, Naevia’s touch was gentle as she reached over, following the line of his arm til she could place her hand over that of her brother’s, her eyes pleading and meeting with his as she called for his attention, “..I-... I beg of you… leave him be…”

His dark eyes looked between his sister’s and the blonde runt, and then back to his sister’s again. Her hand, so soft to the touch, attempting to stay his arm. He could toss her aside with the sweep of his arm - he had done so before - but she was begging him. How could he refuse such a sweet request?

Staying his breathing, Agron swallowed before sheathing the inch or two of sword he had managed to pull before dropping his hand to hold his sister’s waist again, eyes now once more narrowing on Barca.

“She protects you this time. Do not force my hand into disobeying her wishes, runt.”

Barca pondered his options for a moment, mulling the situation over in his mind. He set his owl down behind him, to make it perfectly clear he wasn’t going to be chased away. Barca had been prepared to protect himself, yet hadn’t moved from where he was standing- no doubt it wouldn’t have mattered if he had moved or not.

As it seemed to blow over, or rather as he was stopped by Naevia, Barca shifted only enough to make sure he was still in front of his owl, just in case he needed to protect them both still.

He didn’t look away, and was sure that Argon’s words were meant to humiliate him, but Barca was more than content in his own abilities, and words had always just been words. Even if he was sometimes swamped by them. Should he reply? He contemplated his responses very carefully, weighing each option. ”Very well.” he said carefully, ”I wouldn’t want to scuff your shiny boots, anyway.”

Dropping her head down, Naevia buried it sweetly against her brother’s chest; the gentle and unmistakable sound of her giggle, though muffled against his skin, slipping through her lips to fill the air at the other man’s words.

Despite her attempt to hide, Agron could feel her amusement towards the boy’s words, and couldn’t help but to roll his eyes before looking back to Barca. He jerked his head to the left, a nonverbal signal for him to be on his way, his hold tightening on his sister just a little more.

Barca once more thought on the wisest course of action, deciding that he could take that as a win. Still, he didn’t hurry as he retrieved Glaber’s cage once more, the owl still sleeping despite the faded danger around them. Turning back, he quite calmly said ”Well, this has been pleasant. Until next time, Naevia?”

“Kid…” Agron stared him down, his dark eyes narrowing. “There won’t be a next time.”

His words cutting her off before she even had the chance to speak her response, Naevia hesitated. It was more than clear that her brother wanted her to have nothing to do with Barca… or anyone else for that matter. Though things had changed… hadn’t they..? She had been forced, by his own hand no less, to survive and live without his guidance; and she had, after time, thrived… at least… she believed she had...

Turning her attention over to where the other man stood, doing her best to ignore the feel of her brother’s eyes baring into her, she nodded her head lightly, her voice soft as she chose to give her own answer, “..yes… till next we meet... Barca…”

Barca smiled, and satisfied ensured he had everything before he started to walk off, checking on the owl as he did so.

“..forgive me…” Waiting until he was gone before she spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper, Naevia kept her gaze lowered. She’d gone against him- against what he wanted; she had undermined him completely in front of a courtyard of others, and whether they were watching or not, she knew full well that her disobedience of his wishes was something that wasn’t about to go unpunished…

Moving his hands so that he was taking hold of both her wrists firmly, pressing them between their chests, his eyes bore down into her, his hold tightening when she didn’t meet his gaze.

”Look at me.”

Wincing slightly as pain shot through her wrists, the tone of his voice causing her body to shake lightly against his, Naevia hesitated, her head slowly lifting until she was able to meet with his gaze, her soft lips parting slightly.

”I can forgive everything from the time you believed me dead until this very moment.” he started, keeping his voice low. ”But I have returned, and things will be as they once were. Understand?”

“..but I-... I-...”

His hold on her wrists tightened even further, the possibility of light bruising teetering on the threshold of pressure he was applying.

”They will!” he hissed. ”Don’t you want our happiness once more, Malaika? Don’t you want us again?”

“..I-I-... y-yes, brother…” Pain clear upon her features, her body bending oddly as she tried to ease the pressure he was placing upon her wrists, even just slightly, Naevia stared up at him from her place in front of him, her head nodding quickly as if to push her answer.

”I thought so.” He released his hold on her wrists, turning his hands over to hold hers from underneath, pulling her wrists up to him where he placed a kiss on the injured flesh - one kiss each wrist - before he allowed her arms to fall back to her sides.

”I love you, little sister.”

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇᕮᗷOOT

Hey @NuttsnBolts,

Yeah... I realize that they are a very gamey twist to add into the roleplay; and it can be hard to work, though I did want to keep them in to keep the feel of the games. So, with the Plasmids, when your character comes across one of the plasmid colors that has been chosen for your character (still working on them, heh) they will, like in the game, inject themselves with it. They will be played like a power or ability; kind of like in the show Misfits, or like a superhero, or witch, or demigod... they have the ability now, it is theirs; they can use it as they see fit, they just need to learn to use it first. As for the tonics, they will be slightly more subtle- so like if you got a health booster it might increase your longevity maybe a couple more years or so, an armor booster would help by maybe toughening the skin to make it a little harder to pierce through, something like a hacking booster will give you a wave of knowledge helping to make the task easier and quicker. Subtle, but does make a difference.

As for your question about the character sheet; yes, the relationship section is in relation to the characters that they will meet during the roleplay and will obviously change/ expand as time goes on. Feel free to update them as you go, but for now, you don't really need to worry too much about it. :'3

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇᕮᗷOOT

Hey @NuttsnBolts, no problem..! And don't worry too much if you don't remember every little thing that goes on within the games; you aren't the only one who hasn't had the chance to get completely familiar with them. I know for a fact that my own Co-GM's share in this- Yoshi has watched a run through of the game (I think number one) on youtube; and I always get amused listening to Caits play while we're on a Skype call... she is only now starting up on number three. I myself own the latest remastered version, and play them constantly; though I have yet to play the Burial At Sea DLC, I have heard it is amazing, and will be doing so at the end of my current run through of the games.

I'm so glad you're okay with the content; especially that of a more mature nature. And especially in a setting that is basically stuck in a delicate era, there are bound to be things come up that are... sensitive. I mean... in this, Rapture is stuck in the late 50's, very early 60's. As for the darker themes, juicy scenes and gritty stories; you have definitely come to the right place. We love that stuff in this group hun xD

Now; to answer your questions...

I can get you a gutted out CS layout; though it will be exactly the same as all my others. The main layout that I use which is a constant in all my roleplays, give or take some category changes and new information needed, is the exact same one that I use for Isaura. You can find her sheet in the character tab; she is the first character listed. Feel free to add you own touch to it though; I don't mind that sort of thing at all, rather I encourage it.

As for your assumption about the whole wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff; you are 100% correct..! This roleplay is definitely going to mess, and probably blow everything out of the water when it comes to that stuff. So here's a very brief run down of it before I try to explain a little bit more in depth for you...

- In 1945, Andrew Ryan created the city of Rapture.
- Everything was going fine until New Years 1959, when things began to go to hell, and Rapture was plunged into the state it's in now.
- Rapture lays untouched until some years later; and finally, sometime in the 1980's a plane crashes down into the Atlantic leaving only two survivors: Jack, and Vivek. Both of whom find their way into Rapture via the bathosphere.
- Fast forward to 2018; a second plane crashes down into the Atlantic, though this time, there are far more survivors. They first find the lighthouse, and then, just like the two before them, find their way into Rapture with no turning back.

Basically; when the fall of Rapture hit- it kind of... froze I guess you could say. You mentioned yourself how time runs differently down there. So while all this time has past above the surface of the water; they are still stuck in the 50's/60's... most likely thinking that the war is still going on.

As for the set time-line and story-line of each game; I'm going to be blurring it together. Our characters meeting the citizen's of Rapture, hearing their stories, and perhaps even playing a part in their downfall. The roleplay will be following our characters journey of survival- not Jack's... though they will definitely cross paths.

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇᕮᗷOOT

@SantosGabriel77, @NuttsnBolts, @Legion-114; welcome..!

I'm sorry I haven't gotten back to any of you sooner; yesterday was rather busy, and right now, as I'm typing, my dog is staring at me and whenever I look at her, she chooses to play coy and look away... Sorry, I tend to get distracted; especially when it comes to my Lulu x'3

ANYWAY. Once again welcome..! It's great to see people interested in the roleplay- as you mentioned Bolts, this is a reboot. Forewarning to all, and yes, I've had this problem before in a roleplay (some people chose not to read the categories); this is a slice-of-life, horror, post-apocalyptic type roleplay... it is also 18+ in theme... Be ready for blood and gore, alcohol, drugs, violence, sexual scenes (though still tasteful and keeping in mind that this is a public forum).

Myself and my Co-GM's are here to help you all out as much as you need, so please don't be afraid to ask us questions; we will do our best to give you the answers you're looking for. If you have ideas, feel free to bring them up with me..! Remember that this roleplay is as much yours as it is mine. But most importantly, I just hope you all have fun. :'3

To answer your questions, Legion; at this stage I am not accepting little brother's or sister's (though I have seen the original concept art, and the little brother's look... amazing...), and I haven't really given too much thought into accepting Big Daddies at this stage either. At this point in time, there are only little sister's, though as time goes on, I might expand it to include the original concept of little brother's; perhaps when I open it up to the second installment of Bioshock.

At this point in time, I would like to focus on original characters who are apart of the plane crash, with few exceptions. There are two characters pre-determined that are already in Rapture; one who arrived before the new group of characters (Yoshi's character, Vivek), and one who is a resident of Rapture already (One of my own characters, Analyse, for story development).

As a note to the three of you, as well as my Co-GM's; please don't worry about the Plasmids too much at this point, I do need to add more to the list as I would like the characters to have two each; the ones that will be added will be original Plasmids, as the ones that are already listed are either in the games, in the DLC's, or were taken out during development.

Once again, my Co-GM's and I are here to help you guys out as best as we can; so please don't hesitate to approach us. :'3

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

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Ky’ vie Jones and Kalinda Roth

Location: The Front Gates; The Academy.
^{Interacting With: Each other, Salyssa Moone, and Jayla Blaze (@YoshiSkittlez).}

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“Here, let me help you. I can take the bags.”

The sound of a new voice catching her ear, causing her gaze to lift up, allowing it to meet with that of the girl that had approached her, Ky’ vie hesitated a moment, her bright red lips parting ever so slightly as she took in what it was that the girl was saying. She… wanted to help..? Shifting her arms around her son’s body cradled lovingly against her own, the toy lain forgotten for the moment, she stood up straight, blinking a few times as she continued to listen as the woman seemed to continue, bending down to pick up the toy that moments ago, she herself couldn’t reach.

“I can take them by the straps so you don’t have to shift the boy… Oh, sorry, I’m Kalinda.”

Ignoring the ever worsening weight that hung upon her shoulder thanks to the bags in question, her beautiful gaze lowering, she stared at the toy being held out towards her; a small though thankful smile making its way over her lips before she reached out, taking it as it was offered. Kalinda..? That was a nice name; perhaps-... perhaps if she ever had a daughter…

“..thanks; don’t think I woulda been able to reach it no matter how hard I tried… heh…” Lifting the toy enough so she was able to hold it in front of her, letting it go only once it was secure in her son’s arms, Ky’ vie took a moment to make sure it wasn’t going to fall again before she turned her attention back to the girl, giving her a grateful nod of thanks before returning her arm to its rightful place around Simon’s small figure, her strong Australian accent making it more than clear that she wasn’t from around the area, “..I’m Ky’ vie by the way; Ky’ vie Jones… though most people just call me Ky. Uh, if you’re still willing… some help’d be great…”

Kalinda gave a small smile, quite self conscious and aware that one slip of her powers could be dangerous to this woman and her child. She didn’t know what had possessed her to approach, except perhaps she couldn’t just let someone with a child barely more than a baby struggle. As the woman took the toy, she was careful to make sure that there was no contact, despite the fact that she wore gloves. Kalinda was going to take every precaution that she could so she didn’t end up hurting anyone. ”You’re welcome.” She said softly.

”Of course I’ll still help… Can’t leave you struggling, especially with such a cutie.” She said, ”What’s his name?” She asked, genuinely curious and for a moment her thoughts drifted to imagine the teachers dealing with a child. It was oddly amusing despite the fact she knew a fair amount of them had had kids. ”Oh. The bag?” she remembered, reaching out but hesitating.

Her arm breaking from her son, moving to the straps of her bags to remove the lighter two of them for the girl to take, Ky dared a glance down at the child curled so perfectly and naturally against her body, the mere sight only helping the smile over her lips to grow, “..Simon- his name is Simon…”

Kalinda took the bags, slinging the straps over her own shoulder. She couldn’t help but feel a little envious of the emotions she sensed, wondering if her own mother had ever looked at her like that. Best not to go down that path. ”Well, he seems like a lovely child.” She said softly, wondering what normal people would do in this situation. She had no idea. She shifted slightly, finding herself moving slightly closer to Ky’ vie and the child but still somewhat distanced, ”I can take more if you want, if worse comes to worse and it’s too heavy, I can levitate it.”

“..you can levitate..?”

Surprise flicking over her gentle features, her eyes holding that of the woman she was talking to, Ky’ vie let her head tilt to the side slightly and out of the way as she shifted her son in her arms, her hand lifting away from his body so that she could quickly run her fingers through his hair, brushing it back and off of his face as she divided her attention between the two of them, “That sounds pretty handy; how does something like that work anyway, I’ve never really understood it…”

Kalinda shook her head, realising that she hadn’t been clear… ”Its… Well, actually, yes I can levitate but it’s more flight… but I have telekinesis.” She explained, sure she was doing a poor job of it, ”For me… I think the levitating is related to the telekinesis but I’m not sure… I haven’t really played around with my powers… emotions make it worse and… um… that’s my whole problem and why I wanted to be here.” She realised that she was rambling a bit and stopped herself. ”Sorry… “

Shaking her head lightly from side to side, inadvertently taking a step closer to her, Ky’ vie chuckled softly at the girl’s apology, seeming to brush it off as though it was nothing, “..no, no… please; don’t be sorry, Kalinda- I mean, you don’t even have anything to be sorry for. I asked remember..? And, you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t special in some way… Being who you are, abilities an’ all, is nothing to apologize for. Like, ever.”

Kalinda hesitated another moment, biting her lip. She cleared her throat, ”Seems to be all I’ve ever done is apologise for them. I just can’t seem to help it.” she said, trying not to think about what had happened before… she turned her thoughts well away from that. ”I just want to learn to control the emotions I feel… it’s rather exhausting trying not to hurt others.”

“..everyone has trouble controlling their emotions; it’s something we learn as we grow.” Shrugging both her shoulders, being mindful to not disturb the boy in her arms too much, Ky continued to hold Kalinda’s gaze, her own soft… mother like as she spoke once more, “..when we’re young; we have basic emotions… hungry, sad, angry… we learn to control them as we get older and experience more things. I know I can’t talk- I have quite a hard time controlling them myself, but… maybe it’s something we can work on togeth-...”

Her words cut off as a pain shot through her shoulder, her hand moving instinctually to hold the back of her sons head, she shut her eyes, her face scrunching up in annoyance and frustration, causing flames to flicker out through the length of her long and wavy brilliant red locks as she turned her head, her gaze (now harder than before) searching around before her gaze fell on the woman that smacked into her body, the other girl in question only managing a partial apology before she was gone again, tumbling into another figure just mulling about the courtyard, “..geez; wish people would bloody watch what their doing. He wakes up; she’ll be hearin’ ‘bout it…”

Kalinda went to say something but stopped as someone bumped into Ky’ vie. She hesitated once more, waiting until the girl, frantic, was gone. Wondering what had happened, Kalinda flicked a glance about them, but couldn’t see anything dangerous. There also didn’t seem to be anyone else as frantic, so Kalinda wondered if the girl was just nervous about being at the Academy. She certainly didn’t blame her. ”Are you okay?” she asked, looking back to Ky’ vie, hoping the boy stayed asleep as well. She flinched slightly at the sight of flames, but Ky’ vie didn’t seem worried about it. ”Uh…”

“..fine…”

The frown, while etched into her otherwise soft features, softening somewhat at the knowledge that her son was still (thankfully) sleeping peacefully within the circle of her arms, Ky’ vie let her attention drift back over to Kalinda, the look on the girl’s face causing her to take pause; surprise flickering across the surface of her eyes as she tried to think back on what it was she could have done to warrant such a reaction, “..w-what did I do..?”

Kalinda hesitated a moment, wondering how anyone couldn’t notice they were on fire… but supposed if it was their power, it could be quite easy. She didn’t really have anything to go on there. ”Ah. Well, you’re sorta…. flaming.” She said, ”Just thought you ought to know… I’m not fireproof.” Although she pondered that a moment. If she was on fire, could she go into the shadows to smother it? She decided that wasn’t something she wanted to test. ”Does that happen often?”

“..a-ah… yeah… uhm…” The flames ceasing, her cheeks instead taking on a gentle tinge of red, Ky’ vie broke her arm away from her son’s body, her hand awkwardly rubbing at the back of her neck as she allowed her mind to wander. How was she supposed to explain that it was an almost regular occurance..? Whenever she let her emotions get the better of her-... it was why she’d tried hard to suppress the flames. It was something physical- something that could be seen…

Something that could get her into trouble…

“..yeah… I have pyrokinesis…” Bringing her arm back around, her body shifting slightly in place, more than clearly thinking about things now that her own powers had been brought up, she held her son closer. It was a volatile and unpredictable ability… strong... and the cause of more than one wild fire back home, “..it, uh… it flares up with my emotions… especially when I get angry… I-... I also have technokinesis… heh… weird mix right..?”

Kalinda could well understand the effect emotions had on people. Well. Herself more than others, but she still understood. Nodding thoughtfully, she said ”I see… And its not so weird… I have empathy, flight, telekinesis and shadow manipulation and all except flight scares the crap out of me.” She said with a small smile, ”How does the technokinesis work?”

“..oh… uhm…” It was the first time someone had asked about her powers- it was the first time she had ever actually spoken to someone about her powers. How was she supposed to explain it..? It wasn’t something she had had to do before. Remaining silent, thinking about how to say it in a way that would make sense, and not make her out as some sort of freak, Ky’ vie hesitated before speaking, “..I... I can control technology… make machines and all that out of almost anything; even scrap metal… I can fix them; understand them… probably why I’m so good at racing and being a mechanic to be honest with you… I’ve been able to pull apart and put together an engine on my own since I was about six years old..? Maybe sooner…”

”Wow.” Rather impressed, Kalinda tried to imagine what it would be like to do something like that. All she could see her abilities doing was smashing things up. Or driving people crazy. ”Seems pretty useful.” she said ”Actually, sounds pretty awesome.”

“..yeah, well, I guess you could say it’s definitely useful- I mean, it helps to pay the bills.” Shoulders shrugging at the thought, her gaze flicking about the crowd gathering in the entrance they seemed to be blocking, Ky’ vie lifted her hand, quickly adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder. The very sight caused her stomach to twist nervously once again. This was is… they were here… and they couldn’t stay standing in the gateway for the rest of their lives.

Her feet already carrying her, albeit hesitantly, through the gate and a little further into the courtyard, she brought her arm back around, hooking it gently around her son’s body as she searched for a place the three of them could park it until they were able to go inside and settle in, “Come on; we should find somewher-...”

“Ky?”

Slowing her step at the sound of her name being called, her gaze first turning to Kalinda to see if it was her, Ky’ vie turned her head, her bright red lips parting ever slightly from one another as she glanced about, her metallic silver eyes widening as she caught sight of a figure she hadn’t seen in the last two years. There was no way…

“No fucking way. Really? What in the hell are you doing he- WOA-... They giving out kids instead of pink slips now? Who’s this one belong to? He’s a bit small to race…”

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇᕮᗷOOT

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Lavena Keelia Ó Faoláin

_{"I wanted to live the life, a different life. I didn’t want to go to the same place every day and see the same people and do the same job. I wanted interesting challenges."}

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_{𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Name:

Lavena Keelia Ó Faoláin

Nick-Names:

Lavi, Lia, Lav

Gender:

Female

Age:

26

Birthday:

26th of January 1991

Distinguishing Features:

None

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_{𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Relationship Status:

Single

Sexuality:

Heterosexual/ Straight.

Partner:

N/A.

Father:

Daniel Ó Faoláin. (Adopted father)

Mother:

Jane Ó Faoláin (Adopted mother)

Siblings:

None

Pets:

none

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Personality:

• Impulsive • A can do attitude • curious • a little flaky • Friendly

Lavena loves to explore the world, with her eyes and hands, examining and touching the world around her with a cool rationalism and spirited curiosity. She loves to move from project to project, building the useful and the superfluous for the fun of it, and learning from her environment as she goes. She finds no greater joy than in getting her hands dirty, pulling things apart and putting them back together, just a bit better than they were before.

She comes up with ideas through creating, troubleshooting, trial and error, and from her own first hand experience. She enjoys having other people take an interest in her projects and sometimes don't even mind them getting into her space. Of course, that's on the condition that they don't interfere with her own principles and freedom, and they have to be aware that she's going to be interested in return.

Lavena enjoys lending a hand and sharing her experience, especially with the people she cares about, and the typical "Gender" roles that society tends to expect are a poor fit for her- she was a tomboy from a very young age.

While her mechanical tendencies can make her appear simple at a glance, she is actually quite enigmatic. Friendly but very private, calm but suddenly spontaneous, extremely curious but unable to stay focused on normal studies, Lavena can be a challenge to predict, even by her friends and loved ones. She can seem very loyal and steady for a while, but she tends to build up a store of impulsive energy that explodes without warning, taking her interests in bold new directions.

Lavena's decisions stem from a sense of practical realism, and at her heart is a strong sense of direct fairness, a do unto others attitude, which really helps to explain her many puzzling traits. Instead of being overly cautious though, avoiding stepping on the toes of others in order to avoid having her own toes stepped on, Lavena is likely to go too far, accepting likewise retaliation, good or bad, as fair play.

Likes:

✔ Music.
✔ Making people laugh.
✔ Reading.
✔ Looking after people.
✔ Building things.
✔ Getting dirty
✔ Dogs

Dislikes:

✘ Bullies
✘ Small spaces
✘ Bullies
✘ Being confined.
✘ Being alone

Biography:

Born to parents who never wanted her, Lavena had a horrible beginning to her child her, raised as little more than a slave, Lavena new nothing but pain, and abuse from those that should have cared for her. Her existence virtually unknown, Lavena ran away when she was eight, covered in blood, with a broken arm, bruised ribs, and a fractured cheekbone, she was soon found by a Police Officer. Never given a name, the hospital staff and her social worker, named her Lavena, and gave her the care she needed.

She was adopted soon after by a couple who couldn’t have children, and who gave her the love and care that she had lacked for her childhood. They took her back home, to America, where they taught her what she needed to know. A bright child, Lavena’s first years of school were about learning what she should have already known, catching up to, and surpassing her fellow students.

Given a chance, Lavena found she had great skill with mechanics, and by the time she was 16, had invented a robot, and while it couldn’t do her homework for her, it did give her great joy. By 25, she had a good job that allowed her to follow her passion, and was traveling to a presentation, where she hoped to gain a grant that would further her robotic inventions.

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_{𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓂𝒾𝒹 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Plasmid One:

Name Of Plasmid: Unknown
Color Of Plasmid: Light Green

Powers And Attributes: Unknown

Plasmid Two:

Name Of Plasmid: Unknown.
Color Of Plasmid: Dark Gray

Powers And Attributes: Unknown.

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_{𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Relationships Between Friends:

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.