Post by Incursio on Sept 5, 2014 6:34:24 GMT -5
Birth Name: Eliza Hart
Alias: Heart
Age: 18
Sexuality: N/A
Gender: Female
Race/Ethnicity:Canadian
Current Location: Miracle
Occupation: Ramen Delivery Girl and Aspiring Super-hero
Playby:
Virtue: Patientia
Virtue Marking Placement: Left shoulder wrapped around the deltoid heads.
Vice: Patientia cannot speak audibly, but instead communicates mentally, causing them to become more reserved and less violent.
Specializations: Beastkind Taming
Tamed: Mutant Hare
Species: Mutated Ancient Lagomorph
Appearance: A long-eared hare about the size of a common black bear though far more muscular and defined. Simply looking at it, one can't help but to feel slightly intimidated as it emits an aura of greater authority and pride. It's fur is as obsidian shining in the intense light of a full moon and it's eyes are deep red like that of rubies.
Nature: Docile and highly intelligent; an extremely heavy eater of dried field grass and vegetables though it seems to have a craving for meat from time to time. Despite being, in every respect to the word, an animal, it's intellect is far superior than any beast of the field. Gazing into it's eyes, one can't help but to feel that it's presence is of a far deeper substance than the common rabbit and, perhaps, even the common man. Loyal to a fault toward Heart, the Presagio holds a careful vigil over her and ensures that her safety is well maintained. Quite often, the Presagio resonates with the Incursio Key as though speaking to one another with words and languages unknown to man.
History: There is a number branded onto it's body....
Height: 5'8"
Build: Athletic muscular.
Hair: Brunette - Loose and well-kept though she more often than not hides her face beneath a tattered hooded cloak since her inability to speak has caused her to feel considerably distanced from the rest of the world.
Eyes: Hazel.
Clothing Preference: Utilitarian and light.
Weapons:
Other Items:
Personality:
Day 415, Year Unknown, Month Unknown
The people in this new world think I'm some kind of pissed-off and cold bitch who cares nothing for the world. I suppose I can be a little stoic at times but who can blame me? I wake up in the aftermath of some kind of failed apocalypse with a rabbit telling me to follow it and, to top it all off, I lot no voice and I have to scream. It seems that way for a lot of people lately. Everything's literally been turned upside for them, figuratively, of course, and there's no structure, no organization, no government to tell anyone what to do and how to do it and everyone's just lost and wandering about toward these weird trees like lemmings. I suppose it's kind of ironic; back in those days people simply turned on the television and did as they were told and now we only have ourselves to look to but that's proving too hard a task for most.
Most are eating at each other. I look upon their faces and they're scared to death. I don't blame them for reverting to their more animalistic instincts to survive but when you see children being gunned down for a piece of fruit you have to stop and say enough. I thought I had it bad back in those days but this is a whole other level of extremities. It's funny; most were quick to call me stupid for trying to change the world through good deeds and I expect just the same even now but if my stupidity gets me hurt or killed for trying to make things right then I can't exactly let it stop me. After all, who else is working to change things? Just like in those days way back when, people sat idly by and watched as the world ate at itself and when good people like me came along, we were ostracized and ridiculed.
That never stopped me, did it? Only now things are different. There are rules to keep me from doing the things I really truly wanted to do but the bad thing about all this is that there are no seamstresses around to make me a decent costume nor can I go on Amazon to find a utility belt. It doesn't matter though, this weird USB thing and Presagio have been more than enough so far.
Oh and did I mention that the rabbit's the size of a bear? It's pretty neat. I'll be writing a more in-depth summary on it later. It's time for me to workout and catch a meal.
Religious Beliefs: Believed in God at one point but after learning of the existence of Gaia, she has questioned the workings of the world around her and, as such, hopes to uncover some answers that mostly relate to "why."
Important Relationships: Ratman Jimmy, Father Hiram, Tank, Prince (has her suspicions).
History:
Frustration,
Restlessness.
Everything was rape this, murder that, bombings this, shootings, robberies, AMBER Alerts, and corrupt officials. Where the hell are all the good people in the world that truly deserve these highlights?
When it came down to high hopes and unrealistic dreams, Eliza Heart took the cake.
For as long as she could remember, she saw the world for what it was; ugly and in need of salvation. In a lot of ways, the ugly world in which she lived in had sparked an almost obsessive and unhealthy fascination with the world of the comic-book super hero and the movie and TV adaptions thereof. "Thats what this world needs," she often thought as she say for hours on end throughout her childhood in front of the television or with a comic book planted firmly in between her small hands.
She couldn't simply sit still.
Reading about the goods deeds of fake people in fake cities and fake worlds wasn't enough to pull her attention from the evil within real people in this real world.
It took her a very long time to truly realize that what she had always wanted was a life at the very least only remotely comparable to that of her fabricated idols. Perhaps it was the immersion into those "better" worlds which she constantly indulged in or, perhaps subconsciously, she desired to remove herself from this world entirely by shutting herself out as best as she could. The epiphany struck when she read the origin lore of a certain anti-hero she favored in which he was pinned with the question "What are you doing to make this world a better place?" Afterwhich he would rise to become a prominent figure in the salvation of said world.
She was lost in thought and contemplation and her decision didn't come easy.
Discarding the lavish luxuries of laziness, Eliza sent herself head-fist toward a different direction in life.
Exercise, strength, more reps, better times, faster runs, she had to surpass her current self to become stronger. She had to become stronger to make a difference, and she had to make a difference because nobody else bothered to raise a finger. Her goals didn't come easy but she felt it well-worth it in the long run to finally move on to being weak and useless to strong and impactful.
Doing what she could for the local community, Eliza made a name for herself as a "good-girl." Some loved her, others hated her, and in her time she had quite a number of run-ins with the wrong situation. Though she never experienced the sting of bruises, black-eyes, broken bones, near death situations, and monologuistic arch-villains hell-bent on destroying the world, she found a temporary band-aid solution to her restlessness in simply lending a helping hand to those who needed it. Feeding the homeless, defending the neighborhood kids from bullies, and simply spending time outside of her shell all accounted to at least a distraction from that restless need to don a cape and mask.
All of this, however, was in vain.
When it came down to it, she had always felt the heaviness of her unfulfilled heart's desire weighing her down and she found no other alternative than to simply dive head first. Crude face paint, a length of PVC pipe, and a strong fighting spirit had all been gathered to dive into the night to quench that emotion that burned deep within her heart.
But even that never came.
The world ended.
There were screams, violent upheavals, fire, water, storms, lightnings, it all came crashing down almost in unison and then there was darkness.
Darkness for a very long time.
There was a dream she had one time;
All was still and quiet save for the sound of dripping water falling upon deeper water.
"It's because I chose you," Heard she, a whisper, from a place unknown and all around, "Now wake up."
Her eyes opened to this place.
"I hurt," It cried out loudly and yet she could hear it, "I suffer," It scream shook her to her very core and yet her ears themselves ehard the silence of a land she now saw as dead. She had no choice, she was lost, confused, she couldn't remember much of anything before waking up aside from a few hazy tid-bits of flashes here and there and hadn't a clue as to what was going on.
She needed to scream,
But it felt as though she had no mouth.
"Don't be dismayed, child," The voice seemed to speak to her directly but from where? "Follow the sound you hear and it will lead you to me."
She had no choice but to be strong.
This, all of this, was reminiscent to a dream. Everything, from the smell of things that smelled of sulfur and iron, to the serenity of the silence that she could nearly grasp in her own two hands, to the grayed sky above that gave no yield to whatever blue and sunlight rested behind it. Picking herself from the mire that felt surprisingly cleaner than the dirt of her own days, she walked. Lead by only a feeling and a voice that was all encompassing, she simply walked in search of whatever and whomever it may have been that was speaking to her.
For three days and three nights,
Enduring starvation and fatigue,
The harsh land and the grueling and violent weather,
She walked until at long last she came to that place of strange life that seemed out of place in a world such as this. Stranger even still, the larger blue spiders that hummed in their own blue light and mushrooms that grew thick and tall as the trees themselves. This place even felt all the more strange against the skin as a pressing of invisible pressure and artificial winds passed over constantly and without cease. It made her sick for a time to be amongst all this; she vomited, headaches fell heavy, and she grew dizzy. Something was yet amiss; familiar images hidden behind the entanglement of what seemed to have been centuries of deadened overgrowth poke through and yet she drew no comfort from this until her staggered steps took her closer.
Closer,
Deep into that place
A structure nearly fallen yet standing strong despite the age of it's days written upon it's face.
There, in that place, she saw him, that great rabbit unlike no other and indeed he was like no other.
Quite pitifully did his majestic figure lay down trodden and weak, wounded and dying, against the cold metallic floors behind a dirtied door of dirtied glass in this deadened and still silent place and she looked upon him with great sorrow; a sorrow of sorrow's.
"..Are you the one?" She spoke but not with words aloud.
"You came," And he did also, "I've been waiting quite a while." Though it had no lips in which to smile with, she felt the warmth of a weakened smile smiling back at her, "There is little time left so I'll tell you quickly."
He spoke, eldritch in his way and yet familiar, of a creator who grew restless with her creation's abuse and neglect of their own capabilities and of the world she had made for her creation. He spoke of the end of all things and how such an end hadn't been truly an end but simply an advancement toward order through means of chaos. Sorrow did his words come forth when he questioned why he and his own kind had to suffer and die for the stupidity of mankind, who were far from his own kind, and yet his grudge did not fall upon men but on that one who created all.
He questioned why he was still alive after all this time for even his strength, in all of it's magnitude, should falter against such a wrath as that of the Goddess'.
"Perhaps these machines they built for themselves preserved this life of mine.. yet this is not my body."
"What does he mean by that?" She thought to herself.
His heavy and shallowed breaths were only indicative of what was to come.
"Quickly now, do as I say. If you spend too long in this place you will surely die."
She nodded despite the sickness taking it's toll upon her body.
"Go into the great hall on the other side of this building, there you will find the Key and it's Lock. Bind them both to yourself and never let it leave your sight. It will protect you in times of trouble, for in it, my spirit and my strength resides."
When she did as she had been told, she saw only vague glyphs that looked like letters upon a dirty and dusty flat plane of glass in front of her; they emanated a soft pale blueish green glow that lit the dim dark from behind that dirt and dust. And she remembered the rest of his instructions, how she was to thrust the key into the altar once more where she had found it and remove it yet again once it's light had faded.
.....DANGER: SEDATIVE MALFUNCTION
.....BINDING SUCCESSFUL.
.....RESPONSIVE RATE NORMAL.
.....DEACTIVATING SEDATIVE.
.....VITALS NORMAL.
.....COGNITIVE FUNCTIONS NORMAL
.....TRANSFERENCE COMPLETE.
.....100% SUCCESS
She took it and it bound itself to her own body.
A door opened not a far off.
There was silence, great silence, and stillness.
She fell to the ground in her sickness and all became black as though a deeper sleep had fallen upon her.
In that deep sleep she dreamed of dreams she once had in days long passed and she saw a glorious armor upon her own body and in it was great strength.
When she awoke at long last, she was amongst a tall tree filled with life and bearing much fruit.
She looked up at it's branches, she smelled it's smell of a sweet aroma, and she felt at peace there underneath it's majestic vigil.
And the rabbit sat beside her.
OOC Account: King
Other Characters: King Alexander the Blacksmith, Card, Hiram, Tank, Trundle, Malphite.
Contact Information: ...
Password: ....
RP Sample: -
Alias: Heart
Age: 18
Sexuality: N/A
Gender: Female
Race/Ethnicity:Canadian
Current Location: Miracle
Occupation: Ramen Delivery Girl and Aspiring Super-hero
Playby:
Virtue: Patientia
Virtue Marking Placement: Left shoulder wrapped around the deltoid heads.
Vice: Patientia cannot speak audibly, but instead communicates mentally, causing them to become more reserved and less violent.
Specializations: Beastkind Taming
Tamed: Mutant Hare
- Hare - A common field animal that has either evolved to it's current form, mutated, or genetically altered by some means. The characteristics vary between regions but the common consensus is that animals such as these have adapted and survived in areas tainted with Blight (pre-fall radiation still in it's decay phases) and thus their genetic make-up has been altered. Positive mutations between variations include increased size, strength, swiftness, and aggressiveness. Negative mutations such as incomplete or failed limbs, shortened life expectancy, and varied health problems are also common amongst subjects. In the past, hares were cheap and abundant subjects of experimentation. Perhaps the mutated hares have nothing at all to do with the radiation...
Species: Mutated Ancient Lagomorph
- See History
Appearance: A long-eared hare about the size of a common black bear though far more muscular and defined. Simply looking at it, one can't help but to feel slightly intimidated as it emits an aura of greater authority and pride. It's fur is as obsidian shining in the intense light of a full moon and it's eyes are deep red like that of rubies.
Nature: Docile and highly intelligent; an extremely heavy eater of dried field grass and vegetables though it seems to have a craving for meat from time to time. Despite being, in every respect to the word, an animal, it's intellect is far superior than any beast of the field. Gazing into it's eyes, one can't help but to feel that it's presence is of a far deeper substance than the common rabbit and, perhaps, even the common man. Loyal to a fault toward Heart, the Presagio holds a careful vigil over her and ensures that her safety is well maintained. Quite often, the Presagio resonates with the Incursio Key as though speaking to one another with words and languages unknown to man.
History: There is a number branded onto it's body....
Height: 5'8"
Build: Athletic muscular.
Hair: Brunette - Loose and well-kept though she more often than not hides her face beneath a tattered hooded cloak since her inability to speak has caused her to feel considerably distanced from the rest of the world.
Eyes: Hazel.
Clothing Preference: Utilitarian and light.
Weapons:
- Key to Incursio: An strangely designed object that resembles a short sword engraved with undecipherable glyphs, bearing blunt edges, and a flat tip. Usually used as a defensive tool. Though unusual and lacking the ability to cut, it was found inserted into an old computer's data-port. What on Earth could this be used for?
- Brass: A cheap pair of thick leather gloves fitted with hobnails along the knuckles. The use should be obvious.
- Machete: A common tool used to cut down tall grass. Can double as an adequate sword when the moment calls for it.
Other Items:
- Water Jug: A jug filled with fresh water.
- Fishing Spear: A long stick with about 4 iron nails strapped to one end. An inadequate weapon but great for spearfishing.
- Lock of Incursio: An indestructible and thick bracelet made of the same material as the Key. Once she put it on, she was never able to take it off again as it seems to have bound itself upon her. It has to to have some function relevant to the Key itself though what the hell?
Personality:
Day 415, Year Unknown, Month Unknown
The people in this new world think I'm some kind of pissed-off and cold bitch who cares nothing for the world. I suppose I can be a little stoic at times but who can blame me? I wake up in the aftermath of some kind of failed apocalypse with a rabbit telling me to follow it and, to top it all off, I lot no voice and I have to scream. It seems that way for a lot of people lately. Everything's literally been turned upside for them, figuratively, of course, and there's no structure, no organization, no government to tell anyone what to do and how to do it and everyone's just lost and wandering about toward these weird trees like lemmings. I suppose it's kind of ironic; back in those days people simply turned on the television and did as they were told and now we only have ourselves to look to but that's proving too hard a task for most.
Most are eating at each other. I look upon their faces and they're scared to death. I don't blame them for reverting to their more animalistic instincts to survive but when you see children being gunned down for a piece of fruit you have to stop and say enough. I thought I had it bad back in those days but this is a whole other level of extremities. It's funny; most were quick to call me stupid for trying to change the world through good deeds and I expect just the same even now but if my stupidity gets me hurt or killed for trying to make things right then I can't exactly let it stop me. After all, who else is working to change things? Just like in those days way back when, people sat idly by and watched as the world ate at itself and when good people like me came along, we were ostracized and ridiculed.
That never stopped me, did it? Only now things are different. There are rules to keep me from doing the things I really truly wanted to do but the bad thing about all this is that there are no seamstresses around to make me a decent costume nor can I go on Amazon to find a utility belt. It doesn't matter though, this weird USB thing and Presagio have been more than enough so far.
Oh and did I mention that the rabbit's the size of a bear? It's pretty neat. I'll be writing a more in-depth summary on it later. It's time for me to workout and catch a meal.
Religious Beliefs: Believed in God at one point but after learning of the existence of Gaia, she has questioned the workings of the world around her and, as such, hopes to uncover some answers that mostly relate to "why."
Important Relationships: Ratman Jimmy, Father Hiram, Tank, Prince (has her suspicions).
History:
Frustration,
Restlessness.
Everything was rape this, murder that, bombings this, shootings, robberies, AMBER Alerts, and corrupt officials. Where the hell are all the good people in the world that truly deserve these highlights?
When it came down to high hopes and unrealistic dreams, Eliza Heart took the cake.
For as long as she could remember, she saw the world for what it was; ugly and in need of salvation. In a lot of ways, the ugly world in which she lived in had sparked an almost obsessive and unhealthy fascination with the world of the comic-book super hero and the movie and TV adaptions thereof. "Thats what this world needs," she often thought as she say for hours on end throughout her childhood in front of the television or with a comic book planted firmly in between her small hands.
She couldn't simply sit still.
Reading about the goods deeds of fake people in fake cities and fake worlds wasn't enough to pull her attention from the evil within real people in this real world.
It took her a very long time to truly realize that what she had always wanted was a life at the very least only remotely comparable to that of her fabricated idols. Perhaps it was the immersion into those "better" worlds which she constantly indulged in or, perhaps subconsciously, she desired to remove herself from this world entirely by shutting herself out as best as she could. The epiphany struck when she read the origin lore of a certain anti-hero she favored in which he was pinned with the question "What are you doing to make this world a better place?" Afterwhich he would rise to become a prominent figure in the salvation of said world.
She was lost in thought and contemplation and her decision didn't come easy.
Discarding the lavish luxuries of laziness, Eliza sent herself head-fist toward a different direction in life.
Exercise, strength, more reps, better times, faster runs, she had to surpass her current self to become stronger. She had to become stronger to make a difference, and she had to make a difference because nobody else bothered to raise a finger. Her goals didn't come easy but she felt it well-worth it in the long run to finally move on to being weak and useless to strong and impactful.
Doing what she could for the local community, Eliza made a name for herself as a "good-girl." Some loved her, others hated her, and in her time she had quite a number of run-ins with the wrong situation. Though she never experienced the sting of bruises, black-eyes, broken bones, near death situations, and monologuistic arch-villains hell-bent on destroying the world, she found a temporary band-aid solution to her restlessness in simply lending a helping hand to those who needed it. Feeding the homeless, defending the neighborhood kids from bullies, and simply spending time outside of her shell all accounted to at least a distraction from that restless need to don a cape and mask.
All of this, however, was in vain.
When it came down to it, she had always felt the heaviness of her unfulfilled heart's desire weighing her down and she found no other alternative than to simply dive head first. Crude face paint, a length of PVC pipe, and a strong fighting spirit had all been gathered to dive into the night to quench that emotion that burned deep within her heart.
But even that never came.
The world ended.
There were screams, violent upheavals, fire, water, storms, lightnings, it all came crashing down almost in unison and then there was darkness.
Darkness for a very long time.
There was a dream she had one time;
All was still and quiet save for the sound of dripping water falling upon deeper water.
"It's because I chose you," Heard she, a whisper, from a place unknown and all around, "Now wake up."
Her eyes opened to this place.
"I hurt," It cried out loudly and yet she could hear it, "I suffer," It scream shook her to her very core and yet her ears themselves ehard the silence of a land she now saw as dead. She had no choice, she was lost, confused, she couldn't remember much of anything before waking up aside from a few hazy tid-bits of flashes here and there and hadn't a clue as to what was going on.
She needed to scream,
But it felt as though she had no mouth.
"Don't be dismayed, child," The voice seemed to speak to her directly but from where? "Follow the sound you hear and it will lead you to me."
She had no choice but to be strong.
This, all of this, was reminiscent to a dream. Everything, from the smell of things that smelled of sulfur and iron, to the serenity of the silence that she could nearly grasp in her own two hands, to the grayed sky above that gave no yield to whatever blue and sunlight rested behind it. Picking herself from the mire that felt surprisingly cleaner than the dirt of her own days, she walked. Lead by only a feeling and a voice that was all encompassing, she simply walked in search of whatever and whomever it may have been that was speaking to her.
For three days and three nights,
Enduring starvation and fatigue,
The harsh land and the grueling and violent weather,
She walked until at long last she came to that place of strange life that seemed out of place in a world such as this. Stranger even still, the larger blue spiders that hummed in their own blue light and mushrooms that grew thick and tall as the trees themselves. This place even felt all the more strange against the skin as a pressing of invisible pressure and artificial winds passed over constantly and without cease. It made her sick for a time to be amongst all this; she vomited, headaches fell heavy, and she grew dizzy. Something was yet amiss; familiar images hidden behind the entanglement of what seemed to have been centuries of deadened overgrowth poke through and yet she drew no comfort from this until her staggered steps took her closer.
Closer,
Deep into that place
A structure nearly fallen yet standing strong despite the age of it's days written upon it's face.
There, in that place, she saw him, that great rabbit unlike no other and indeed he was like no other.
Quite pitifully did his majestic figure lay down trodden and weak, wounded and dying, against the cold metallic floors behind a dirtied door of dirtied glass in this deadened and still silent place and she looked upon him with great sorrow; a sorrow of sorrow's.
"..Are you the one?" She spoke but not with words aloud.
"You came," And he did also, "I've been waiting quite a while." Though it had no lips in which to smile with, she felt the warmth of a weakened smile smiling back at her, "There is little time left so I'll tell you quickly."
He spoke, eldritch in his way and yet familiar, of a creator who grew restless with her creation's abuse and neglect of their own capabilities and of the world she had made for her creation. He spoke of the end of all things and how such an end hadn't been truly an end but simply an advancement toward order through means of chaos. Sorrow did his words come forth when he questioned why he and his own kind had to suffer and die for the stupidity of mankind, who were far from his own kind, and yet his grudge did not fall upon men but on that one who created all.
He questioned why he was still alive after all this time for even his strength, in all of it's magnitude, should falter against such a wrath as that of the Goddess'.
"Perhaps these machines they built for themselves preserved this life of mine.. yet this is not my body."
"What does he mean by that?" She thought to herself.
His heavy and shallowed breaths were only indicative of what was to come.
"Quickly now, do as I say. If you spend too long in this place you will surely die."
She nodded despite the sickness taking it's toll upon her body.
"Go into the great hall on the other side of this building, there you will find the Key and it's Lock. Bind them both to yourself and never let it leave your sight. It will protect you in times of trouble, for in it, my spirit and my strength resides."
When she did as she had been told, she saw only vague glyphs that looked like letters upon a dirty and dusty flat plane of glass in front of her; they emanated a soft pale blueish green glow that lit the dim dark from behind that dirt and dust. And she remembered the rest of his instructions, how she was to thrust the key into the altar once more where she had found it and remove it yet again once it's light had faded.
.....DANGER: SEDATIVE MALFUNCTION
.....BINDING SUCCESSFUL.
.....RESPONSIVE RATE NORMAL.
.....DEACTIVATING SEDATIVE.
.....VITALS NORMAL.
.....COGNITIVE FUNCTIONS NORMAL
.....TRANSFERENCE COMPLETE.
.....100% SUCCESS
"EMF Integration and Personalization Locked In."
Sang a broken and artificial voice all around her...
A pedestal rose up in front of her and on it, that Lock was bore.Sang a broken and artificial voice all around her...
She took it and it bound itself to her own body.
A door opened not a far off.
There was silence, great silence, and stillness.
She fell to the ground in her sickness and all became black as though a deeper sleep had fallen upon her.
In that deep sleep she dreamed of dreams she once had in days long passed and she saw a glorious armor upon her own body and in it was great strength.
When she awoke at long last, she was amongst a tall tree filled with life and bearing much fruit.
She looked up at it's branches, she smelled it's smell of a sweet aroma, and she felt at peace there underneath it's majestic vigil.
And the rabbit sat beside her.
OOC Account: King
Other Characters: King Alexander the Blacksmith, Card, Hiram, Tank, Trundle, Malphite.
Contact Information: ...
Password: ....
RP Sample: -
She's here!