Futuristic ＯＵＲＯＢＯＲＯＳ — 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮.

[birth of venus]

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• CHARACTER SHEETS

  Welcome to the character creation thread for Ouroboros! Please fill out the sheet below in its entirety, and remember, roles are not first come first served. Also note that some roles have two slots open, meaning we'll be accepting two different applications for that character type. If you have any questions you can nudge me PRETTY HATE MACHINE. and @erzulie in the OOC thread here. Tip: this textbox has a hidden scroll and tabs at the top right. Thanks for reading!
  
  Due date: Monday, January 30th @ midnight PST.
  
  

  — DOSSIER.
  name:
  aliases: (if applicable.)
  age:
  gender:
  sexuality:
  place of birth:
  race/ethnicity:
  
  — VISAGE.
  hair:
  eyes:
  skin: (color, texture, etc.)
  build:
  distinguishing features:
  face claim: (not required)
  
  — PERSONA.
  personality:
  vices: (3+)
  virtues: (3+)
  fears:
  ailments:
  
  — CLASSIFICATION.
  role:
  totem:
  skills:
  weaknesses:
  expertise: (optional, but if you'd like to elaborate on your character's experiences and strengths in dreaming, go crazy.)
  
  — HISTORY.
  background: (give us as little or as much as you'd like.)
  relationships:
  extra info:​
• LORE & MORE

  While I work on the lore thread, in the meantime here's some lore tidbits and definitions for reference! As I've said before, it is not a requirement to watch Inception (though I definitely recommend it lol) so I'll be elaborating on some of the terminology used. If you have any questions, as always, feel free to nudge me in the OOC thread.
  
  Dreamsharing: Dreamsharing is the practice of creating a dream and bringing one or more people into that new dream world with the use of the PASIV device. While dreamsharing, the dreamer (oftentimes an Architect) creates and controls the world, while the subject unconsciously fills the dream with people and information. Oftentimes a subject's memories will be reflected in their dreams, replicating locations they're familiar with, sometimes even recreating moments in their life if their emotional reaction is strong enough.
  
  Extraction: In the business, extraction is the art of infiltrating the mind of a person to steal their secrets or gain access to anything deemed of worth. A smooth, experienced Extractor is crucial to the operation. To successfully extract information from a subject's mind, they must successfully manufacture the world of the dream so that once the subject is brought into that world, it feels completely real as long as they are in it. Oftentimes once a subject realizes they are not the creator or in control of their dream, their subconscious will react accordingly to the threat and the once mindless projections simply populating their dreams become the white blood cells in an immune system - they will become suspicious, aggressive, and even downright violent to eradicate the thread.
  
  Totems: A totem is the most important piece of equipment for any seasoned dreamer. The totem is an anchor to remind the individual that they are indeed dreaming, and to help remind them of what is the dream and what is reality. Each dreamer makes their totem personally, and in order to protect its integrity, only the totem's owner should ever handle it. In that way, the owner is able to tell whether or not they are in someone else's dream. In the owner's own dream world, the totem will feel correct.
  
  Shades: While a subject's mind typically populates their dream world with harmless projections, a shade is a far more insidious facet of their subconscious that can be described as a sentient being. More often than not, a shade can be someone from the subject's life - perhaps an ex-spouse, a deceased family member, any individual with a negative memory attaches. The shade gains a life of its own, and will do whatever it takes to bring others down with it and convince them to question their reality. Many dreamers consider a shade to be a mark of death; any industry professional would typically be vetted before a job to ensure that they have no shades lurking somewhere in their mind, because if they do, they come along for the ride and into any dream, spreading like a disease.
  
  Limbo: An expanse of infinite raw subconscious, Limbo is not dreamt by any one of the individuals dreaming together, but is a shared space where any one of the minds sharing the dream can make drastic alterations of any kind without limits or obstacles. Because of the apparent lack of limitations, Limbo is a dimension that can allow a dreamer to manifest their deepest desires, but also unwittingly trap themselves in a world where they lose their awareness that the world created is not reality.
  
  
• RULES

  Here's our rules once more, just for convenience sake.
  
  1. Please follow all RPN rules. Being kind, courteous, and respectful helps us make a great group roleplay together. Please be aware this roleplay will include: various themes of violence, psychological trauma, and death. Do know that trigger warnings will happily be enforced to ensure the comfort of our fellow players.
  2. Age requirement. This roleplay is strictly 18+. No hate to the younger writers here, as y'all are crazy talented, but I am an adult and I would prefer to write with other adults! Please respect this rule, thank you.
  3. Literacy. Please know that literacy is a must! This will be what most would consider a "literate to advanced" roleplay, where I expect good grammar, literacy, engaging writing, and 2-3 paragraph replies. I'm not super harsh on this rule, I understand inspiration comes and go in waves, so I don't expect walls of purple prose. As long as we keep things fun and moving along, I'm happy. No one-liner replies.
  4. Activity. The world has gone a bit crazy as of late, so I understand that not everybody can be on daily. Once the roleplay has started, please be able to post once or twice a week, but also keep in mind I'd really like folks who are happy to chat OOC and contribute to plot discussions and such!
  5. Joining. This is not first come first served! If enough interest is garnered, there will be an application process, and once applications close I'll be considering which characters will fit best for this plot. Please only use realistic face claims/reference images for your characters, or feel free to opt for a written description. Codes are not required. FCs are not required as well, but encouraged!
  5. Discord. Please know that a Discord server will be made once the cast is chosen. Personally, I find it really great to have a server for easy OOC chatting and convenient plotting, and our server will involve bots such as Tupperbot and other integrations to help shape our story. Be aware of this if you’re interested in joining!
  
  

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[birth of venus]

"RESISTANCE AND WILL,
EMBRACE THE SUBTLE THRILL."
TIMOFEY KUZNETSOV
THE JOB.

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[birth of venus]

"I AM THE MAKER OF MY OWN EVIL."
TASYA KUZNETSOVA

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  THE ARCHITECT.

  
  

  My body is a cage that keeps me from dancing with the ones I love, but my mind holds the key. I'm living in an age that calls darkness light, though my language is dead, still the shapes fill my head...

  
  
  

  
  

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    Name:

    Tasya Kuznetsova.
    

    Age:

    31 years old.
    

    Gender:

    Trans female.
    

    Sexuality:

    Who's asking?
    

    Place of Birth:

    Saratov, Russia.
    

    Ethnicity:

    Mixed and unknown; Tasya doesn't know her birth parents nor has done much to retrace her lineage, and most have referred to her as a mutt.
    

    Languages:

    Russian, English, German, Italian.
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS ME, BITE THE HAND THAT NEEDS ME.

    
    
    

    PERSONALITY

    
    "MY BODY IS A CAGE..."
    
    There is a delicate balance to be found when one walks the line between reality and dreams. It is said that Architects typically are those of structured, rigorous minds and type C personalities, though Tasya truthfully feels the opposite. There is design to be found in chaos, there is pattern to be learned from the shapes and structures that her mind forms without even thinking. You just have to look close enough. Holding such power and control within the tips of her fingers feels...good. Too good. She'd let herself dream for days at a time if she could exercise her time in such a leisurely manner. But, there is work to be done, and losing her grip on reality is not a luxury she can afford. Behind her permanently fixed black sunglasses is a smiling face, but if she were being honest (which she never is), the truth is that Tasya has never been satisfied.
    
    Perhaps there has never been true contentment found in her life, but nevertheless she has persisted in the fruitless search of gratification. She can't lose her grip just yet, there is simply too much to be done. Forged from nothing, destined for nothing, Tasya is a woman who's gone from living on scraps in the margins of society, to becoming a wildly successful professional in a very secretive industry.
    
    There's a special brand of defiance that digs its roots into a person when they're born unwanted. When that small bit of optimism finally fades, the kind that makes you weep and try to prove yourself worthy of your involuntary existence, it is more freeing than anything in the world. Ever changing, always evolving, fast and never lonely, Tasya is all ego and blue smoke in your face, revealing only what she wants to reveal. To most of the world, you'd pass her on the street without a second glance. Standoffish, unemotive, simply making it through the day as she buys a coffee and newspaper and moves along. But when she works, the truth is unveiled; Tasya a manipulative silver-tongued professional who's happy to tell people exactly what they want to hear, when they need to hear it. Its unabashed and shameless, the way she's learned to lie and cheat and drain a person of exactly what she needs and discards them without another thought. Her thirst for knowledge is endless, and she is always determined to get what she wants in life, no matter the cost.
    
    

    VICES + VIRTUES

    
    
    Tasya's vices likely outweigh her virtues, and she happily lives with the fact. She's manipulative, a cunning woman with a sharp mind and tongue, and an ability to weave her words and convince weak minded men to do her bidding. Most of the time, at least. She's analytical and downright nosy, and has always claimed that "If I ever decided on a normal job, I'd probably be a psychologist," and many have likened her gaze to an x-ray examination when unfiltered by her sunglasses. But above all, Tasya is unerringly selfish, a product of an abusive and lonely childhood that was an uphill battle of survival. There had never been any true family in her life, and so she only had herself and her own mind to trust.
    
    In all truth, Tasya is not an evil person. She doesn't consider herself good, or even nice, but there's not much malice to be held against the world. She was born without a choice, and has forged her path well. The woman is resourceful, an experienced beggar who grew up shaking an empty cup into the world for scraps of food or change on the streets. As said before, there's a shameless aspect to Tasya that can be brash and offputting for most. Growing up meant lying for survival, and by her early teens she was a con artist with experience, whether it be lying to gather funds for her "poor sweet mother's breast cancer fund," "my baby sister's sick and we need cold medicine," anything to tug and pull at the heartstrings of good Samaritans so she could have a hot meal that night. And perhaps the most important detail of all for an Architect, Tasya is detail oriented to a mind melting degree. Perfection can be achieved, if she works hard enough for it. If you want your subject to be thoroughly convinced, the look and feel of the dream needs to be perfect. Tasya's work has been good enough to get her to this point.
    
    

    FEARS + AILMENTS

    
    
    Much of Tasya's life has been spent looking danger in the eye; she never had to deal with fear outright, until now. Her biggest fear is her brother's death, he's the only thing tethering her to the world.
    
    As for ailments, Tasya is a high functioning alcoholic. Her drinking began in her teenage years, and though she tried her best to hold off as she went through hormone therapy and transitioning, it has gotten worse than ever. Its a tricky addiction that Tasya truly believes she has a handle on; her drinking is annexed into certain days and certain times, compartmentalized and something akin to scheduled appointments. Alcohol and somnacin don't mix very well. She learned that the hard way.
    
    

    
    
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    I BUILT THIS PLACE WITH BROKEN PARTS, JUST LIKE THEY SAID...

    
    
    

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    Don't worry so much. We'll be done by tonight, and by tomorrow I'll be back in town. See you soon.

    
    

    6:42 AM:
    You know I always do. I don't trust those guys as far as I can throw them. Sweet dreams, brother.

    
    

    11:50 PM:
    Tasya, are you awake? Answer please. I think something went wrong. I don't want to fall asleep.

    
    

    I can feel it, like I'm being watc

    
    

    4:28 AM:
    Timofey????

    
    

    4:29 AM:
    Where are you?? Pick up the phone!

    
    

    
    
    

    hair:

    Silvery blonde, medium length, with messy waves and unruly stragglers of hair. Tasya doesn't do much to her hair, typically keeps it to her shoulders, and always pulled away from her face.
    
    

    eyes:

    A very dark, cool toned brown bordering on black. The juxtaposition of her dark eyes against tufts of white lashes is not lost on her, hence the glasses.
    
    

    skin:

    Olive toned, a bit sallow if anything due to her being pretty nocturnal. She avoids the sun far more than she should.
    
    

    build:

    5'9", all long limbs and digits, without much else. She experienced a bit of stunted growth in her youth due to malnutrition, and even now the aftereffects echo in her build, lean and sharp angled.
    

    
    
    
    

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    wardrobe:

    A once poor street kid turned professional millionaire, Tasya is a fashion chameleon that enjoys wearing anything and everything. Her day to day style is function over fashion, though. Androgynous outfits of white collar dress shirts, black ties, straight cut dress pants, oxfords or boots, leather black gloves, plenty of trench coats or even fur coats, Tasya prefers a streamlined and genderless sense of style during her working hours.
    
    

    body modifications:

    A nose stud, but no tattoos or other identifiable marks.
    
    

    
    

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    For a majority of her life, Tasya had always resolutely known that she was born alone, she would live alone, and she would die alone.
    
    Over the years, the fact of the matter had gone from a looming sense of dread that she could never outrun, to a comforting factor that only emboldened her and drove her to work, and improve, and survive. Her early life is a faded mass of memories, made more and more unclear with every dream she builds herself. Vaguely, Tasya remembers the only semblance of family she had, spending her days as a young child with who she thought was maybe a cousin or another child in her orphanage. But, even with thorough searches through her own dreamscape to try and uncover those memories, there was nothing left to discover. Her parents weren't really parents, just two people responsible for her conception, no record of her birth or who her mother was ever existed.
    
    At the back of her mind, she's always considered hiring an Extractor to excavate whatever memories her mind decided to bury away so deep even she could not find it. But there was nobody she could trust with such a vulnerable endeavor, no matter how much money she could pay for it. It's fine, she thinks. There's no need to get so desperate, to turn over that stone.
    
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    Tasya found her life's purpose in the depths of a night club basement, high on ecstasy and lured by a charming man with the promise of free liquor. Nineteen years old and lost in the haze of Berlin raves and clubs, "happiness" for her was the endless flow of alcohol and lines and lines of cocaine. Maybe she was lost, at the time, but she didn't want to be found. She didn't need to be found - nobody was looking for her, a woman barely breaching adulthood and travelling with no connections nor obligations. Before she had realized what was happening, her and each of the girls had been hooked up to a PASIV. Despite her inebriated state, Tasya remembers the dream as clear as day. Shifting shapes and colors, a newfound ability that she never knew existed within her brain.
    
    The reality of the situation was that they were an experiment, an observation made to see what exactly happened in shared dreams with inebriated and drugged dreamers. Whatever they had pumped into her, it eventually sent Tasya into a full blown overdose. If it weren't for the chemist holding vigil over their bodies in the meantime, she would have died. He was no guardian angel, though. The man disconnected her, hauled her upstairs and back onto the club floor, disregarded and left to be found by other clubgoers who quickly called an ambulance.
    
    Those few minutes of newfound inspiration never left her mind. Whatever they had done, she would go to the ends of the earth to seek it out and explore it on her own terms. Like a newly formed addict, Tasya was desperate for her next hit.
    
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    A decade flew by in a blur, more time spent asleep then awake.
    
    A new and unrelenting force of nature entering the emerging industry of dreamsharing, Tasya dedicates her time exploring the limits of creation within dreams. Soon, she's an Architect with a bustling list of eager clientele. The work of an Architect was arguably some of the most important when it came to dreams; to effectively fool someone, you needed to convince them that dreams were reality. Tasya was not only an Architect, she considered it a god damn art form. A precise, mathematical art, existing in a divine juxtaposition that she could spend eternity exploring.
    
    An Architect's work was detail work. With enough time and research (and money, of course), Tasya could replicate the most intricate of bedrooms to the most looming of buildings. It was meticulous, sometimes outright grueling, and always dangerous. It was a thrill ride that never ended. By twenty-five, she was starting to make millions. Business was good.
    
    What was supposed to be a simple job, a quickie meant to take no more than four hours of her time, recontextualized her entire life in a moment's notice. The men that had hired her were new clients, and when she arrived at the debriefing, once again she was introduced to a new purpose.
    
    There stood her twin brother, Timofey. The two hadn't even completed the job at hand, reunited for the first time in over two decades. Suddenly, neither of them were very alone anymore.
    
    

    
    
    

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    Totem:

    Her black sunglasses. In dreams, Tasya has always combatted with a persistent nausea, and has always had sensitivity to light. When she created her totem, she made her glasses specifically with anti-motion sickness technology in mind. When she's awake, they're simply a normal pair of shades, but when she dreams they help level out her nausea and are perfectly balanced.
    
    

    Skills:

    Eidetic memory; Tasya has photographic memory, allowing her to be such an exceptional Architect with such a detail oriented work ethic. She's a skilled pickpocket, is (somewhat) good at picking locks, and is surprisingly fast on her feet.
    
    

    Weaknesses:

    Truthfully, Tasya would not consider herself combat ready. Many of the situations within dreams can escalate to dangerous levels, and Tasya has met her fair share of adversaries in the waking world as well. But she's been in a truly dangerous fight barely a handful of times. She knows how to use a gun, but she's never really had the stomach for violence.
    
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    

  
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>>>DOSSIER

NAME: Nordkvist, Fredrik
ALIASES: "Fred", "Freddy"
AGE: 35
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
PLACE OF BIRTH: Sweden
RACE/ETHNICITY: European

>>>VISAGE
HAIR: Dark brown, shaved
EYES: Blue
SKIN: White, fair complexion
BUILD: Fit, strong
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
Military tattoos, right arm
FACE-CLAIM: Aksel Hennie

>>>PERSONA
PERSONALITY:
Calm, professional and sometimes calculating.
Team-player, loves adrenaline. Problem-solver.
VICES:
Women, pride and an extreme stubbornness.
VIRTUES:
Fearless, compassionate, cool-headed.
FEARS:
Disappointing his daughters, dying alone.
AILMENTS:
Light PTS- He's seen some shit.

>>>CLASSIFICATION
ROLE: Pragmatist
TOTEM: A carved Dala horse, traditional color scheme
SKILLS: Military special forces-training, firearms expertise
WEAKNESSES: Limited understanding of PASIV, due to specialized training
EXPERTISE: Special training on Enhanced Dream Interdiction Tactics

>>>HISTORY
BACKGROUND:
Born in 1988 to Klas and Tilde Nordkvist, Fredrik was the sole child in a broken household.
Having been raised by an alcoholic father and an absent-minded mother he was left to his own devices most of the time.
Finding comfort and escape in the great outdoors, Fredrik excelled at sports and team-exercises.

When he came of age Fredrik left his hometown and, by extension, his family behind to enlist with the Swedish Armed Forces.
Pushing himself to his very limit he was known as a strong-headed individual by both teammates and officers alike.
Eventually enlisted with Särskilda Operationsgruppen ('Special Operations Group'), would go on to serve in Afghanistan, Chad, Mali and more. Partook in the evacuation of Hamid Karzai International Airport, 2021.

RELATIONSHIPS:
No contact with either parents. Sporadic contact with Elin, his ex-wife.
Has two daughters- Anna and Clara.

EXTRA INFO:
Was on loan to a special project of Sweden's military intelligence service.
Co-operative military research into PASIV, reverse-engineered from Russian prototype.
Project was shut down due to a stop in funding. Assets mothballed, operators and support staff returned to previous postings.

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  Dr. Yananovic Borgov

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  South Korean, Thai

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  The Chemist

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  His hair appears black in artificial light but in the rays of the sun, his locks reveal their true shades of the darkest ebony browns. Attempts of taming the stubborn strands with a comb are a short lived solution as they like to stand back up by the next time he brushes through his hair. The cut is closest described as a mild mullet; the sides are short, the front and back longer than the rest, styled.
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  In the color of deep chocolate his eyes awaken when exciting things are about to happen. Despite being almond shaped, they have a googly eye feel.
  
  

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  The texture of his skin is smooth, especially in his face. He carries a natural honey tan.
  
  

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  Yanan is a tall framed man with broad shoulders and lean build. With long legs adding to his height, he looks almost cartoonish.

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  His right arm is a prosthetic which begins on his shoulder and travels down to his fingertips. It's made of titanium and serves as a functional arm. Hence he often jokes about being cyborg. Yanan also has a large scar on the palm of his left hand. Other than that he wears a vertical eyebrow piercing on his left brow.

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  Yanan's sense of fashion is questionable. Usually you'd find him in his white lab coat with his safety goggles on. In his free time though, he likes to throw patterns together until it gets odd. Don't even get him started on tracking suits, an all time favorite.

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  Entering the dreams of others often triggers hallucinations for him – in dreamscape as well as reality, which derives from a beginning Schizophrenia. He is on medication which he takes reliably – except when wanting to consume other psychedelics – hence these days his starting mental illness is widely asymptomatic. Still Yanan likes to refrain from dreamsharing himself if he is not needed, even though he enjoys the event per se.
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  Hyuk Jung
  
  
  

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  • virtues

    curious

    clever

    creative

    direct

    energetic
  • vices

    risk-prone

    silly

    messy

    ecccentric

    loud mouthed
  • likes

    alcohol

    drugs

    biology sciences

    horror movies

    staying up late

    experimenting

    herbal tea

    making friends

    dislikes

    needles on him

    seafood

    being isolated

    sour fruits

    coffee

    firearms

    people who underestimate him
  • strengths

    
    • Chess
    It involves strategy and predicting your opponent's moves, he still can't beat his old man though
    
    • Brainstorming
    A problem rarely comes alone, a quick thinker like him can turn things around
    
    • Communication
    the key to functional teamwork
    
    • Languages
    he speaks russian and english fluently. he learned latin in grad school and can hold easy conversations in spanish and french. He still carries a russian accent which is melodic and soft to listen to.
    
    

    weaknesses

    
    • Handling weapons
    He isn't known for his marksman's abilities, nor does Yanan have a clue how guns and such function. When given a weapon, he becomes very hesitant.
    
    • Combat
    It's safe to determine, any kind of combat and fighting is not Yanan's forte. Since he was beaten up a few times as a teen, he figured out a way to at least dodge unnecessary hits. For a skilled fighter, he'll be the least of a problem.
    
    • Focusing
    He is easily distracted by other tasks, especially since he is often excited for new tasks. He might need a nudge from time to time to make sure he is understanding the priorities.
    
    • Vision
    Seeing wide range without his glasses limits him. As long as his glasses are in reach, he'll be okay.
    

    fears

    Carcinization, Isolation, Needles applied on his own body

    totem

    a palm sized hourglass

    extra info

    
    • He makes scrumptious Moscow Mules
    • If he likes someone, he insults and bullies them in an endearing way
    • good at keeping secrets
    • enjoys video games, especially if they're horror themed
    
    
    
    
  • favourites

    Wassily Kandinsky

    Japanese Ramen

    Sade, Ms. Lauryn Hill

    David Lynch films

    vodka, pure

  If you don't terrify people a little bit, then what's the point?

  personality

  
  With enlarged eyes behind the microscope, dressed in a lab coat and a whacky laugh, Yananovic Borgov is the mad scientist as good as he can be. A little innovation, wittiness and a morbid sense of humor in vitro and Yanan is the experiment's result.
  
  He’s an uncanny character due to his bizarre thoughts and the desire to share all of them. In most cases that’s unsettling but there’s a unique charm to it.
  As a result he is an amusing companion in conversation and debate about anything coming to one's mind.
  He feels no shame in his insatiable hunger for deviant questions and their macabre answers. If he doesn’t ask, who will? Yanan finds his confidence in his undeniable skill in the field of chemistry and enjoys to be challenged by those who underestimate him. Despite being seen as eccentric, he brings extraordinary and reliable results to the table which makes everyone excuse his strange approaches.
  His enthusiasm is so intriguing he's going to make you believe chemic reactions are the coolest thing ever. Which they are! Despite all of his quirks, he's a loyal team mate and a great mood maker.
  There's a lot to explore if you don't give a damn about "the way we have always done". It's 2023! Time to tear existing methods and systems apart and create new ones. His untraditional approaches increased his reputation under fellow scientists, especially chemists to be respected and looked up to and the view up here is tremendous!
  
  The same flexibility that allows Yanan to come up with unique plans makes him drop them entirely as the initial excitement wanes and newer thoughts come along. As a result he has difficulties to focus on tasks since boredom reaches him fast. His susceptibility to taking risks isn’t always revolutional. Rather than that it pushes Yanan into unknown territories without any back-up plans in sight.
  
  In short he’s a bit of a wildcard. But don't worry, you'll probably be fine.
  
  

  skills & expertise

  
  Ever since the beginning of his education in the department of applied Sciences in the Subconscious (e.g. dreamsharing, lucid dream expansion), Yananovic Borgov developed an ascending passion in the process of active dreaming, induced by known and benefitting chemicals. Somnacin as the fluid of highest value in this business is a pricy good. Yanan is able to produce Somnacin and also works on strengthening the compounds within to create an experience of shared feelings within dreams that no one has seen as of yet.
  His best guinea pig for those tests was himself.
  Yanan is knowledgable in chemistry, biochemistry, cell biology as well as dream psychology. All this information is put to use when operating the PASIV device, which he knows like the back of his hand; from the IV lines to the Lithium iodide batteries.
  Recently Yanan has been tracking the brain activity while introducing Somnacin and Somnacin Variants to the human body. As a result he is able to analyze the presence of different chemicals supporting and opposing the stability and possibilities of dreamsharing.
  
  
  
  
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  "На небе только и разговоров, что о море и о закате
  Там говорят как чертовски здорово наблюдать за огромным огненным шаром, как он тает в волнах И еле видимый свет словно от свечи горит где-то в глубине."
  - jarek borgov to yanan​

  
  

  don't try to wake me in the morning

  
  

  Before there was Yananovic, there was [CENSORED].
  
  ＳＥＣＵＲＩＴＹ　ＢＲＥＡＣＨ
  
  Ｔｈｉｓ　ｕｓｅｒ　ｉｓ　ｎｏｔ　ｕｎｌｏｃｋｅｄ．
  Ｌｏｇ　ｉｎ　ａｓ　Ａｄｍｉｎ　ｆｏｒ　ａｃｃｅｓｓ​

  
  
  

  cause I will be gone

  
  His father used to tell him tales of the sea. He spoke of how the phenomenon of waves formed a majestic force full of godly fury on earth; beautiful enough to captivate, infused with awe nonetheless.
  
  Born and raised in St. Petersburg, Russia, Yananovic was a troubled child. He spent most of his days in the local children's hospital from sickness. His mother had left the hospital a few hours after giving birth. She did not return.
  The principal consultant of the hospital – Dr. Jarek Nicolaj Borgov – treated the child for several years. At the age of seven Dr. Jarek N. Borgov adopted the boy. He called him Yananovic. Yananovic called him father. His health was steadily returning as if the new environment acted a cure.
  
  His father would make him study all things of importance: maths, languages, the human body, biology and chess. Those he found incredibly boring most of the time. He rather remembered the chaotic incidents like that time when father and son destroyed their whole interior in an indoor tennis match or when they performed a chemic reaction on the dining table and set the alarms in the whole complex off. Despite all care and check-ups, Yanan lost his right arm due to an infection in his early teens.
  
  Through small chemic experiments his interest grew and his father witnessed his potential and intelligence, admitting him to a private school which focused on a scientific curriculum. Hence Yanan stuck with the idea for long enough to attend university in New York for Chemistry and later on became a member of the faculty. He enjoys thinking back on his university days. There, he first received the feeling of belonging somewhere. He connected to people like Kiwi and Nadiem, who he still calls his closest friends. Through his exceptional skills in the dreamsharing projects, he was given the rare possibility of working with Somnacin and the PASIV machine on live specimen. It was a success he poured his passion and time in, which was highly acknowledged.
  
  Yanan decided to publish several scientific papers on the effects of Somnacin as well as other components of dreamsharing; chances as well as possible dangers.
  By being able to induce the dream-state and conduct patients back to reality in what patients described as 'the gentle pulling of waves on the shore', he was given the unofficial nickname of the Conductor. He guides, it's easy to follow along.
  Not long ago a slick black envelope, carefully planted in his laboratory, sat on his desk. Sent by the Tasya Kusnetsova...He held his breath as his thin fingers clutched it close to his chest. Compassions and memories he deemed almost forgotten, resurfaced in the blink of an eye.
  
  A sketchy mission that involves his profession, sweet talks his skills that might result in a tremendous pay? You son of a b*tch, he's in! He would’ve taken that offer even without the money–
  Good luck, Borgov. You'll need it.
  
  
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  jarek nikolaj borgov

  
  Dr. Jarek Nicolaj Borgov is his adoptive father. Their connection is rather distant these days due to trauma that Yanan still holds onto. He feels a lot of love for his father though. Although they rarely see each other, father and son make sure to drink well together as a reunion tradition.
  

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  file not found./

  kiwi ofusu

  
  He met Kiwiasi – she demands others to just call her Kiwi – through a faculty meeting at university. On opposing teams of debate, they found each other incredibly aggravating. Though with time as well as trial and error, they somehow just clicked and ended up on the same wavelength.
  

  nadiem castillo

  Nadiem used to be his dorm roommate. With blasting music and a packed joint they used to sit on the rooftop of the building and share any thought coming to their minds. Their bromance will outlast time and space.

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Yuri Dreamscape/Before disfigurement

— DOSSIER.
Name \\ Yuri Alexandrovich Volkol
Aliases \\ Uri, Mr. Faker
Age \\ 27
Gender \\ Male
Sexuality \\ Demisexual
Place of birth \\ Somewhere in Russia, unknown
Race/ethnicity \\ Russian

— VISAGE.
Hair \\ Presumably Black, Clean shaven
Eyes \\ Light blue, slightly slanted upwards and hooded.
Skin \\ Scarred, reddish blemishes and disfigured from both burns and cuts. Pale complexion for unaffected areas on his body.
Build \\ Fit, Toned muscles and looming height at a 193cm/6'4"ft. Towering over most, with a back almost as sturdy as a rock.
Distinguishing features \\ Heavy disfigurement of his face and upper body, the absence of hair follicles growing on his skin.
Face claim \\ Richard Harmon


— PERSONA.
Personality \\ Yuri is a peculiar fella, he is friendly yet almost reluctant at times to stay around his peers. Unless it has anything to do with business, he usually buggers off to do either some research or simply sleeping somewhere. Oddly enough he often use sleeping as a means to end conversations or even avoid one to begin with, he retreats to his dreamscape too many times than one can count and is visibly sluggish despite it. Having no relations or emotional connection with the outside world, he was but a man who spent his time indoors and most likely avoiding reality itself. With an imagination that could sate even the wildest of minds including his own, such is the nature of his being.

One would think he was disconnected with the people around him, but the truth of his avoidance was due to the overwhelming amount of exposure rather than the lack of there of. In reality, it made him anxious and upset as he empathize with emotions that were not of his own. Constantly pushing himself through the stress and ushering for the man to have a mental breakdown, not to forget the triggers and baggage that he alone had already possessed. This made his daily life truly more than he could bear, it took a toll on his wellbeing. Therefore he was medicated and constantly used his own dreamscape with the help of the device, to cope and stabilize his condition. Only then, by sharing his dreams would he been more approachable while also unaffected mostly by the influences of the outside world can bring to him. His mind providing a safe haven for him to grow and evaluate his choices along with the plans he is making.

In fact, he welcomed others to infiltrate his mind for the notion of an extractor to come and steal from him. Did not really bothered him for some reason, even having a idea implanted is something he welcomed wholeheartedly. Such is the peculiarities of his nature, in spite of this. His mind is only a safe haven for him, not the same for those who walked into it. Though the fact would only be triggered were it was his subconcious at risk, if not it would be as calm as the summer's breeze. One could also find that he is quite absent minded, preoccupied at times. But it was just his mind running at such a fast rate, while he collect every bit of information he could get from it. Including with his task as a forger, impersonating those around him to a tee or an attempt to.

Though, There was something brewing in his head. There will be times when he goes completely silent, blank stare upon the wall. Due to the concussion he suffered and the medication he is treated with, he will have some hallucinations or delusions after entering another's dreamscape. More often times than not, he would become unresponsive and remain still while his mind wanders somewhere else. It is also the fact that he had went through limbo before and it left quite the lasting impact to his demeanor and sense of reality, it is ideal to leave him to his own devices when such things occur.

Vices \\ avoidant, preoccupied, disturbed, Emotional.
Virtues \\ Loyal, Empathetic, Observant, Practical.
Fears \\ losing his identity for good, darkness, abandonment.
Ailments \\ DDD (Depersonalization-Derealization Disorder), PTSD (deafening sounds is the trigger)


— CLASSIFICATION.
Role \\ Forger
Totem \\ A small circular mirror with the size of a coin.
Skills \\ Photographic memory (remembering events, pictures, a piece of information, even down to the smallest of details allowing him to use the data as a reference to potray said impersonation), boundless creativity (able to conjure in an instant any objects he may need in surviving from the attacks of the dreamer's projection, while also having it bot too create a significant change to their subconsious as it would draw unwanted attention to him), Ability to maneuver through objects and buildings at an efficient speed or one would call as parkour, forging an identity from the library of identities he had stocked up in his mind to disguise himself and allow fast changing between one's physique to another (he will use this to get the heat off himself or lose track of the projections and hide on a safe spot when left to defend himself.
Weaknesses \\ Anything that deafen his ears will stun him or even cause him to faint, his hearing is quite sensitive to even the faintest of sounds and inability to focus when disturbed in which could blow his cover and leaving him vulnerable.
Expertise \\ As a forger, Yuri is nothing short but extraordinary as he would like to claim. Though not that this remark of his were raised from absolute nonsense, in fact due to how unstable his own mind may be and the vivid imagination and incredible amount of creativity he had. Yuri would often impersonate or forge his identity constantly in his own dreamscape, with ease he took the mantle to become someone else and in doing so he believed that identity had become his own. This backfired, leaving him in shambles of his own reality. He had lost his own in becoming others and hence why he is visibly distress in the real world as he is in constant reminder of this fact, where in his dream he could see his face and know who he once was before the event.

— HISTORY.
Background \\ There is not much to be shared about Yuri himself, he is but a former soldier with a life mostly obscured from his past that seemed sporadic. There is no concrete evidence anything wrotten on history to truly paint a clear picture, even yuri himself could not recount it in details nor have the story close to being consistent enough to become believable. It's just that He chose to join the army without any real reason, Serving in the force to the best of his ability. Most of his peers finds him odd and unlikable, while others would advice him to leave. But there are those who could see the potential in his ability to follow instructions to a tee despite his social shortcomings and lack of knowledge, apathy plays a part in most of his time inside.

Though his service must end with a grave injury that disfigured his appearance permanently, leaving him with little resemblance of the man he used to be. As he was forced to cover a whole team from an explosion, his flesh took the trauma and he was honored as a hero with a medal to his name. Devastated by his appearance, he returned home and spend his days indoors mostly bedridden in a haze and continously questioning his own identity. His team's captain saw that he had some potential and reccomended to him a job with the new PASIV device project, hoping that this will get him back on his feet once more.

Relationships \\ Captain of his team "Alenko Yevgenyevich Balakin".
Extra info \\ - One can describe the first layer of his dreamscape as a serene paradise on top of a green scenery, but theres always a feeling of someone watching despite Yuri being the only one there.
- it is forbidden to go through the first layer of his dreamscape, as the second layer is extremely unstable and hostile. As everything in it will be out to get the other dreamer's conciousness and shove them out forcefully, like walking to a pack of hungry wolves. The walls will shake and the ground will crumble despite the architect's best effort to keep them stable, this is the layer where his subconcious rule and where his disturbed nature will be unravelled.

 

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  Male | cisgender, He/Him pronouns. doesn't mind They/Them.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Japanese | ethnic specifics unknown.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Beige toned, quite healthy looking aside from the occasional injury leaving spots marred.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  A poised figure, filled with calmness and a comfortable confidence. Does not shy away from conversing with others nor saying what he thinks upon a subject. Polite friendliness with acquaintances, interacts with a base level of respect unless given a reason not to. A tad playful with those he considers to be good company. Though may not seem as one to lend a hand, he tends to observe others in case they are in need of support. Koji comes off as a well put-together man, and in most aspects he is.
  
  Yet, if one were to look a bit further they may find the way hands shake, how it's almost a habit to check for pockets to self-assure something is there, or the way solid posture is held up with tense muscles. A reserved person in the way he sways conversation away from topics he wishes to avoid speaking on, keeping much of himself tucked away. A tiredness is etched into his bones, weighing him down in ways not only physical. He is a man as complex as the maze’s he creates.
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Observant, Caring, Protective, Adaptable, Open-Minded

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Guarded, Sarcastic, Deflective, Secretive, Anxious

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Losing his medication. Falling into Limbo (it's a hard place to get out of). Trusting the wrong person.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Dream Deprivation | Also known as sleep deprivation. Barely sleeps for more than 5 hours a night, rarely ever dreams outside dreamsharing, and most times he's lucky to hit REM for even a moment.
  Panic Disorder | Comes all-consuming and without warning. Though able to pick up on signs and take the proper 'as needed' medication, sometimes it's hard to catch the attacks before they hit.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Koji has never not known tiredness.
  
  Long before the near decade of dreamscaping, life has weighed upon him. Growing up, his parents were tough on him, putting more on his shoulders than a child should have. At a young age, he found himself sleeping more than was deemed healthy, physically trying to keep up with everything. Then as he got older, it was as if his former years had taken all his sleep ment for his future, now only able to keep a few hours a night. Whether this produced his mental ailments, or was a product of such, he is unsure. All he knows is there's an exhaustion he cannot shake.
  
  As a young adult, he took an opportunity to study abroad. While he loves his home country, and would miss the scenery, he could not bear being so close to a place full of rotten memories. It was rather hard finding stability in a new country, and adjusting to cultural differences, but he managed. Along the way he found a place in the dreamscaping business, where he cultivated his life and career. Where he once was not able to dream much, he finally found a way to dream, though semi-artificially. Not only that, but able to craft the dream he wants to see. Originally he was brought in as a Forger, due to his observation of others, but quickly found his attention to detail and creativity fit an Architect’s duty far better.
  
  So here we are now, a job from one Tasya Kuznetsova.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  Mini Pocket Watch | In reality the mechanics tick counter-clockwise, in a dreamscape it ticks clockwise.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Precise Detail | Accuracy down to the type of fibers in a rug, and realistic in creative building. There isn't a detail he misses, most times.
  Critical Thinking | Able to analyze situations, probabilities, and facts to get effective answers or solutions.
  Low Combat Skills | Knows enough hand-to-hand combat to get himself out of a bind and knows how to work a knife when needed.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Alertness | Staying alert isn't the easiest thing for him, often distracted by something he's focused on or dealing with lack of sleep. Can result in noticing danger a bit late.
  Firearms | Horrible with aim and an even worse shot, this man does not handle a gun well at all.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Complex Mazes | Builds mazes that are hard to figure out, hard to even recognize as one until it's been for too long, and knows how to hide things in 'dead ends'.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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gelo

the chemist

name

huang minzhe

western name

angelo huang

nickname

gelo

age

twenty-seven

gender

male

sexuality

undisclosed

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taipei, taiwan

ethnicity

taiwanese

nationality

spanish

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spanish, mandarin & english

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  unapproachable. reserved. closed off. cold. intimidating.
  
  just a few of the colorful words to describe dear angelo. safe to say he's not a people person. he prefers to be alone, to work alone, and to not have to interact with anyone on a day to day basis (luck is usually not on his side). when he's forced to interact with others, he's short-tempered, aggressive, irritable and snappy. his tolerance level is low and he will make that very known.
  
  he does, however, possess the capability to turn all of that off. if there's something he desires, something he wants or something he needs to know, he can be very charming and very persuasive. a few words are spoken in spanish or mandarin and bam, whatever he seeks is usually his.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  fucking up. clowns. house fires. allergic reactions. tornadoes. loud noises.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  ailments

  
  

  broke his right ankle as a teenager and now has screws and plates in it. experiences pain when standing on it for a long time and has to sit.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  virtues

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  brilliant. charming when he needs to be. persuasive. suave.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  vices

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  moody. irritable. snappy. impatient. sharp-tongued. harsh. judgmental.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  early

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  huang minzhe was born in taipei, taiwan to a humanities professor and pediatrician. though one parent was in the science and medical field, the chances of their son being interested in medicine or science were slim. slim, but not impossible.
  
  minzhe showed absolutely no interest in anything except reading. he didn't play sports after school like the other kids in his class, nor was he involved in any other extra-curricular activities. instead, after school, he came straight home and picked up right at the chapter he left off.
  
  when he was seven, his mother found a new job, one where she was to oversee the entire pediatrics unit at a hospital in zaragoza, spain. so, without further ado, the entire family was moved there.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  it took a while, but eventually, life in spain was taken to. he took on the name angelo, was enrolled in a local school and quickly picked up the spanish language (along with english since a good chunk of the school day was spent speaking it). it wasn't until a chemistry class in ESO that he discovered his passion for science.
  
  it wasn't just a passion—it was an obsession. every waking moment was spent towards something biology or chemistry. he pored over library books and online articles, absorbing everything there was to know. after ESO, he enrolled in bachillerato, specifically in the sciences, and then it was onto university. he elected to attend columbia university in new york city, double majoring in biomedical engineering, and neuroscience and behavior.
  
  it wasn't until he took a class titled psychobiology of sleep that he became interested in studying sleep. through research, gelo discovered all about the underworld of dreamsharing and the wonders of somnacin. curious, he began his own research on the drug. he chose to remain at columbia upon completing his undergraduate years, receiving a master of science in biomedical engineering and then working towards a phD in the same field with a focus on neural engineering.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  role

  
  

  the chemist

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  totem

  
  

  a small, wooden dragon carving.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  skills

  
  

  studying brainwaves. injecting perfect dosages of somnacin and another hypnosis drug in order for the subject to achieve deeper dream sharing. he is currently working on a new device similar to pasiv.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weaknesses

  
  

  people. which is really hard since his specialty/job practically requires him to be around people in order to inject them with somnacin and potentially test his experiments on them.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  expertise

  
  

  having spent hours studying sleep, sleep is gelo's area of expertise. by studying the eeg and seeing the brainwaves, he knows exactly what dosage of somnacin to inject in order to achieve the best results. though it is most definitely considered dangerous, he tested combinations of somancin and melatonin, somnacin and magnesium, somnacin and zolpidem, etc. and studied the brainwaves, dreams and overall sleep cycle for every subject (himself mainly) he administered a combination to, writing down the results. after several tweaks, he found the perfect dosages of each for deeper levels of dream sharing and for those that are willing to try, he is willing to administer the combinations.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  relationships

  
  

  - huang junde. father. 52. humanities professor.
  - huang nuying. mother. 49. orthopedic surgeon. chair of the department of pediatrics at miguel servet hospital

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  extra

  
  

  • do not talk about his height
  • eats pasta for every meal and hasn't gotten sick of it
  • hair has been dyed every color under the sun
  • vegetarian
  • goes through phases where he'll eat an egg every morning for breakfast and then months without eating one
  • hasn't been back to taiwan since he was a kid
  • still gets lost on the nye subway and gets off at the wrong street
  • though he sometimes gets the egg ick, he misses tortilla
  • is never able to stay asleep
  • has bad nightmares

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  now playing...

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  potions

  
  
  
  

  slander & said the sky

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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Fausto

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name

Fausto Nobrega

02.

aliases

Falcon, Red Eye

03.

age

thirty-one

04.

gender

male

05.

sexuality

bisexual

06.

P.O.B.

NYC, NY

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ethnicity

Portuguese

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  There are always loose ends in real life
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  6' 1'' // 1.87 M

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  face claim

  
  

  Carlos Machado

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair

  
  

  dark brown, curly

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eyes

  
  

  dark brown

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  scars

  
  

  An old bullet wound on the right shoulder, long since puckered and healed; a surgical scar from getting his appendix out at the ripe age of twenty-eight.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  build

  
  

  Muscular— while physicality in the waking world does not necessarily translate into the dream world, given the strange rules that may be bent, Fausto keeps his body fit in line with the old adage that a healthy body equals a healthy mind.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Sharply dressed, even in his off-time, in tastefully patterned businesswear. His closets are filled to the brim with matching blazer and pantsuits, and has enough shoes to rival even the most fashion-forward.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Confident in his own abilities, and confident what his own abilities are, Fausto is excellent at what he does, garnering the nicknames he has due to his skill and prowess. Despite what one might think of a man whose occupation is as potentially stressful as his, he is, at times, an alarmingly cheerful man, willing and able to tackle anything that life throws at him. He rarely seems bogged down by the moral complications of what he may be asked to do, always embracing the task before him and moving forward without much visible consideration of the implications of what exactly he is to do. He views this rumination, especially in the moment, to be a waste of precious time— time that he rarely has if he wishes to keep his job and standing within the industry. He is the first advocate for cutting the knot of the issue, and will do so in the same breath he is announcing his solution, hardly one to wait around if he believes he is doing what is right.
  
  That said, he is not wholly unreasonable; far from it. When it comes to areas that he may not be as well-versed in, such as the intricacies of the subconscious of whatever poor schmuck has become a case for him and whatever team he has been saddled with, he is more than willing to take a backseat and follow commands. He knows what his strengths are— and that is ensuring that the goal is achieved with as little damage to the team as possible. A body felled to protect the objective is done so with an unflinching gaze and a steady grip on the trigger, but an order to stay quiet lest they trigger a body is one that is obeyed without question— unless he sees something that he believes has been missed. After all, he trusts himself above all else.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  self-assured

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  quick-witted

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  duteous

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  bold

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  vices

  
  
  

  
  
  

  impulsive

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  overly assertive

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  prone to tunnel vision

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  
  

  
  
  

  overlooking something obvious

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  being tricked

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  failure

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Childhood

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Born to immigrants in NYC, Fausto had a childhood akin to any other in his position— there was struggle and there was strife, but there were also moments of lightness. His parents worked hard to give him the good life they had moved to the United States to pursue, and he did not see this as a child.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Teenagehood

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Similar to his childhood, Fausto’s teenage years were not particularly special. Clashing with his parents, their expectations, and the box that was already closing in around his head, Fausto ran with a crowd of like-minded teens trying to rebel without quite knowing what that meant.
  
  That would change, as one of said friends revealed, in a moment of arrogance, that his older brother was exploring something called PASIV, something that permitted him to infiltrate the minds of the rich and powerful and steal secrets that were sold to the highest bidder. Many of them were intrigued, and many of them, therefore, tried to learn more. By sheer luck, Fausto was the one who actually did manage to meet the older brother and hear his tales. This meeting would seal his fate.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Early adulthood

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Deciding that the excitement that lay within the promise of PASIV, Fausto found his way into the industry via this friend’s older brother. He found he had a knack for the work, and that the thrill and adrenaline were more than enough to keep him coming back for more. Soon, he found himself a particular niche— partially because he had entered at such an early age and was able to mold and shape his strategies following those who viewed him as insignificant and only reckless, disposable and fragile and expendable. He learned to survive quickly, and that he ought to rely on no one but himself if he truly wanted to get a job well done.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  space ghost coast to coast

  
  
  
  

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    totem

    
    

    A fountain pen with his mother's name carved into its barrel
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Trained in krav maga and jiu-jitsu; excellent marksman with both firearms and projectiles such as knives and throwing stars; decent lock-picker
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    weaknesses

    
    

    Not a particularly good communicator, especially when trying to be persuasive. Has a tendency to lose the trees for the forest— in other words, has a habit of gunning for the goal rather than realizing the steps needed to take to meet said goal.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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NAME: Oliver Brazzos
DOB: 01.05.1972
AGE: 50
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Unknown

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  HEIGHT: 5'10" | 178cm
  

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  SKIN: A light, olive color with cool undertones. His age shows through his crows feet and the creases in his brow whenever he has to deal with a troublesome teammate.
  

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  BUILD: Slim
  

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  DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: A cool mustache
  

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  FACECLAIM: Murray Bartlett

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  Personality

  “I like to disappear every once in a while. Keeps people on their toes.”

  Oliver is nice, but he is not kind.
  
  He'll introduce himself first, offer you a drink, and ask about your day but he'll never answer a 3:00 A.M. call or donate a kidney. Every word that leaves his mouth is laced with the faux cheeriness of a retail worker, designed to either placate or persuade his target to work with him rather than against him. Should you earn his ire however, he'll respond with the cattiness of an off the clock customer service worker. He has an ear for detail, picking up on the smallest of changes in one's voice or body language, hanging on to the details that would seem useless to others. Even the most mundane of information can prove useful, be it as a display of friendship or emotional ammunition.
  
  Some call it cruelty, but he runs his personal life much like his business, purely transactional. Titles, connections, favors, few things come from the goodness of his heart. One would be hard pressed to have a genuine relationship with him, even harder to have something beyond an acquaintanceship. His walls are high and the part of him that despises vulnerability always claws the back of his mind. Even while drinking, he holds a certain poise that makes him simultaneously safe and untrustworthy.
  
  Nonetheless he does his best to honor his client's terms without compromising anyone's wishes. Whether that means playing mediator between two parties, giving up part of his cut, or extortion, Oliver understands that long term relationships outweigh short term gain. His modeus operandi is that "a deal is a deal" and he will hold everyone to that, save for himself.
  
  Because sometimes deals change.

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  Virtues

  Persuasive, Observant, Cutthroat

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  Detached, Dishonest, Alcoholic

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  Fears

  Stagnation, Emotional vulernability, Hairloss

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  Ailments

  He's just old and Australian
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  Backstory

  Before there was Oliver Brazzos, there was . Born to a hair dresser and a rum distiller, he grew up comfortably middle class in Sydney, Australia. Disco, protests, color TV, the 1970s were rife with both social and technological revolution. Though his family erred on the reclusive side, it never stopped Oliver from approaching people from all walks of life. He had a talent for worming his way into the lives of others and a curiosity that couldn't be satisfied by books alone. Regardless of their age, class, or social standing, he loved talking to strangers.
  
  He seemed particularly intrigued with the hippies that sometimes occupied his neighborhood, finding their nomadic lifestyle exciting compared to his mundane life. Where his days consisted of school, saxophone practice (later marching band), and occasionally hanging out with friends, the "vagrants" (as his mother so lovingly called them) played music and smoked pot. If they felt like working they would and if not, they'd find some other way of making cash.
  
  It seemed so much freer than the school to factory worker to nuclear family pipeline. He long accepted that his parents weren't fans of "that lifestyle," but it didn't keep his heart from dropping when his dad called his uncle a dirty sodomite or pressured Oliver into getting a girlfriend. Luckily he was a good actor and he buried his feelings to depths that no ocean dweller could reach.
  
  He threw himself into his studies, applying for every scholarship, and to every university that accepted international students. Regardless of his savings (or lackthereof), he didn't want to live in the same city as someone who would kick him out for being a "dirty sodomite."
  
  Eventually he secured a scholarship to the University of Southern California where he would start a band called "The Sandmen" and meet his future partner in crime. At first Darius was just the bass player for their band but it turned out that the two had a lot in common. A love of jazz, crazy family members, and the need to get away from their hometown, it was no wonder that he ended up being the first person that Ollie came out to.
  
  They kept in touch after college, exchanging calls and emails to make up for the distance and utterly boring careers. For Darius it was working for a hedgefund and for Oliver it was selling used cars in Pasadena. It was good money and the city seemed more gay friendly than some of the surrounding areas, though much of his love life still had to stay under wraps.
  
  Every day felt like a reflection of his high school days until Darius asked to meet for coffee.
  
  It was 2005 and the United States was four years deep into the Iraq War. MP3 players, social media, and the Internet was just barely making an impact on the real world. He asked the Aussie very plainly if he was happy with his life. Would he drop his old life if it meant going on an adventure, even if it was dangerous? At first it was a hard sell. Because as boring as Oliver's life was, the idea of dreamsharing sounded like a scam; at the same, he didn't take Darius for a fool. Deciding to entertain his proposal, Oliver agreed to explore a dream.
  
  Go figure that all the years of lucid dreaming would finally pay off.
  
  The two joined LUCID, one of the first companies to monetize dreamsharing. As a duo, Oliver and Darius were unstoppable; as a team, as a couple...they were a bit slower on the uptake. It took three years and nearly two hundred gigs jobs before they did more than sleep together. Partners in crime and partners in life, Darius would say a playful grin. By then they'd gotten enough money to give the middle finger to anyone who made a dig at their relationship and more importantly, the nicest condo in West Hollywood. With ten million dollars in each of their bank accounts, Oliver wanted nothing more than to retire young and Darius concurred.
  
  But as Oliver would go on to say, "it's nice to want things."
  
  What everyone knew, but nobody said about LUCID was that it wasn't so much an organization as it was a thieves' guild. Loyalty went to the highest bidder and it just so happened that the payout for killing Ollie and Darius was far higher than the contract that he and his team started. Betrayed by his chemist and forger, Oliver barely woke up when he found Darius's brains scrambled. Though he would later get revenge, no amount of bloodshed would resurrect his significant other.
  
  All that was left was dreamland.
  
  Since the incident, Oliver swore off not only LUCID, but any permanent teammates. No more friends, no more relationships. No more having his life ripped away from him.
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  Jung

  Full Name

  Darius Stone
  

  Age

  Thirty-Seven (37)
  

  Relationship

  Significant Other

  Calling Darius his "everything," would be pretty dramatic, but he was certainly the person that mattered most in his life. Having met in college, he was the bass player in Oliver's band, the first person that Ollie came out to, and eventually his husband. Aside from being his spouse, Darius was also the one who convinced Oliver to enlist in the dreamsharing industry. They worked together for another ten years before the two of them were backstabbed by the other two members of their crew.

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  The Extractor

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  Tactical Knowledge

  Endurance

  Creativity

  Agility

  Skillset

  "God, it's like herding cats with you people."
  It started with being the lead singer of his old band, then the manager of a car dealership, and finally a renown extractor. He doesn't consider himself a leader in the same way one would consider a CEO a leader but a shepherd. His tone is smooth, but commanding. His verbiage is thoughtful, but piercing. If he has to reprimand a subordinate then he will be soothing but firm all the same.
  
  "Don't be afraid to dream bigger."
  Oliver can design basic buildings, weapons, and other items within the dreamscape with relative accuracy. Though he prefers to employ dedicated architects for heists, he isn't above serving as both extractor and architect if the occasion comes up.
  
  "You wouldn't believe open people are when they think they have privacy."
  Beyond being an extractor, Oliver is a certified stalker. From the days of flipping through the yellow pages and pretending to be a long lost relative, Oliver has accrued the ability to compile information on his targets. As long as they have a societal footprint you can count on him to track down his target be it by investigation or infiltration.
  
  If you ask, his totem is anything from pocket lint to a Yankee candle but in reality it's a glow-in-the-dark credit card.

  Weaknesses

  "I'll take intimacy problems for $500, Alex."
  Withdrawn and impenetrable, he seems to have a compulsion for pushing people away whenever they learn even the most benign bits of personal information.
  
  "You kids go on ahead, I need to catch my breath."
  He lacks the strength and stamina that he had as a young adult so he's often forced to rely on weapons or pragmatists to fight.
  
  
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  File:///C:/

  Notes

  001.

  He lives off of coffee and bagels.

  002.

  Despite his skinny frame, he has an inhuman tolerance to alcohol and marijuana.

  003.

  He keeps a dream journal for his "organic" dreams as they are few and far between.

  004.

  He always starts a job by smoking a cigarette in the target's dream because "you'll never know when it'll be your last."

Code by Nano

 

[Kovacs]

m e g a w i p​

"the mind is my clay, capisce? that is what I am. the michealangelo of the mind."

the architect.

scroll

the basics

Vitale 'Vita' Vincelli

thirty-three

Male

heteroromantic

born in rome, italy

polish-italian

conquest of spaces

01

the visage

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02

psyche

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my heart...

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my dreams...

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03

1.

TOTEM: pocket-sized Newton's Cradle, which Vita carries on his person every day. In the real world, the cradle will come to an eventual stop at around the ten second mark, but in the dreamscape, the motion goes on forever.

2.

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2.

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[myl]

Willy Sprake

#28

#The Tether

♡coded by uxie♡

— 𝘿𝙊𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙍.

name: Willy Sprake

age: 28

gender: Male

sexuality: Heterosexual

place of birth: Dresden, Germany

race/ethnicity: German



— 𝙑𝙄𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀.

hair: Hidden among the thresh of golden brown are grey foxes looking to claim another mark.

eyes: The most average brown you dare imagine and then some.

skin: (color, texture, etc.) Spending your waking hours preparing to sleep grants one a special palette of pale tones even among Germans.

build: Once upon a time, he may have had a real physique, now carefully dismantled by poor choices in lines of work.

distinguishing features: An otherwise professional look somewhat spoiled by a leather jacket and a half-hidden gauntleted hand.

face claim: Loosely based on Ryan Gosling in Drive.

— 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼.

personality: Often lost in thought to the extent that he appears aloof, but tries to make up for it upon realization. Enjoys the company of others immensely, but refuses to come within a stone's throw of imposing on them. He knows he isn't quite the strong silent type, but he doesn't mind playing the part.

vices:

1. Clawed gauntlet: Often a hinderance, the gauntlet sufficiently weighs down Sprake's left hand such that it does not shake most of the time. Does it to warrant this measure? Depends who you ask.
2. Caffeine: If the ends are staying sharp at all times, then coffee with a coffee chaser every hour is still overkill.
3. Ex-wife: Feels the need to be focused because if he manipulates the dream too much, it may manifest his unresolved issues with his ex-wife. She's not dead but that might make things easier.

virtues:

1. Diligence: Sprake gets the job done through a determination to stay anchored in his purpose within the team.
2. Principled: His word is his law, regardless of the circumstances that led to him saying it.
3. Sentimental: Befitting someone who is obsessing over their old life, but also applies to the new connections he makes through work.

fears:

• Losing his edge in a crucial moment thereby becoming responsible for loss of life.
• An inability to stay on task when confronted with issues related to shaking or the once-wife.
• Confronting the loss of someone he tells himself he doesn't have an attachment to.

ailments:

• Undiagnosed early onset Parkinson's.

— 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙁𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉.

role: 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

totem: Presented as the gauntlet with the implication that there's a real one secreted away somewhere but it actually is just the gauntlet.

skills:

• Psychic Location: Wending the dream to manipulate the crew's location.
• Augmented Connection to the Dream: Able to enter the dream more thoroughly, in the flesh, in order to exact deeper understandings from its movements. Comes at the risk associated with actually being injured and dying when under.

weaknesses:

• Easily manipulated, falls for relatively simple tricks.

— 𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔.

background: As mysterious as Willy tries to be there's noticeable pieces of his past that seep into his motions. Whether it be the wringing of his ring finger or a whisper of another name left unsaid, it accounts for the clues people have into his past.

relationships: His ex-wife Silke wanted a more comfortable life, so Willy turned to more lucrative sources of income. She didn't quite like the status that came with being married to a criminal. He continues to risk everything in the hope that he can get out of the game and retire so that she'll return.

extra info: Willy happens to have a grouchy old alley cat named Buttons Junior. He loves to ride motorcycles and collect them even more so.

 

[celadon.]

forg·ery

n. (archaic) invention

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  requisite.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  name

  
  
  

  delphine jonas

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  nicknames

  
  
  

  della, del

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  alias

  
  
  

  the serpent

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  age

  
  
  

  thirty-four

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  place of birth

  
  
  

  ystad, sweden

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  gender

  
  
  

  female

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  sexuality

  
  
  

  unknown

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  ethnicity

  
  
  

  swedish

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  visage.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  scroll

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  hair

  
  
  

  right now: ash-blonde with dark roots, fearfully straight, down to her elbows

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  eyes

  
  
  

  green w/ dark limbal rings. persecutory, corrupt. they drill into you

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  skin

  
  
  

  fair, natural, well-maintained. she's a freak about taking care of it

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  build

  
  
  

  lithe (she's 6'1") but powerful and athletic, not dainty; a gymnast's body

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  disting. features

  
  
  

  two pupils in her left eye; a white leather glove she won't remove from her left hand; tattoos of moon phases on the fingers of her right hand

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
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  persona.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  - petulant -

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  - vague -

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  - restless -

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  + motivated +

  
  
  
  
  
  

  + tough +

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  + adaptable +

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  delphine is like a creature possessed. there's a decay about her; for her to factor as part of something is for her to haunt it. she says things that bear continuity, that make sense as part of whatever discussion, but you may see signs that it's only by accident that they do, like she's only half-there. when she laughs it's in the wrong place - often before the other person has finished speaking. she interrupts people frequently. when confronted with the gaze of something terrible, she vanishes. she has an encyclopedia's worth of neurotic habits, many of which are just invented. she lies constantly & about everything.
  
  she never really gets angry. when she smiles, the wrinkles around her eyes don't follow it. the veins in her forehead sometimes aren't engaged with the rest of her face, pulsing at their own meter. she's an excitable person that talks slowly. she's never been grateful for anything. she has no self-preserving instincts. there's something ludicrous about ethics to her and she has fun pinpointing the discrete lack of reason in people's codes or concepts. she doesn't know how to separate the details from the big picture. she can get deeply sexual with basically anyone - no one can tell if she's joking or serious.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  fears

  
  
  

  
  
  

  death; being ugly; outer space

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  ailments

  
  
  

  
  
  

  polycoria; ichthyosis vulgaris

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
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  history.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  background

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  okay, so it's not really a secret, not something she'd endeavour to hide or even think to, but the secret of how delphine is so good at what she does is that she never stops doing it. she herself is a forgery. in addition to changing her form whenever it suits her, taking on some new arrangement of her personality every other day, her life is different every time she talks about it. she might even steal some part of yours and make it her own; nothing you mention to her, be it a precious detail or some broader stroke, is safe from - and why don't we call it what it is? - her greed.
  
  and so many people accommodate this. accommodate her. you will, likely. she would pretend to be some kind of trickster god for whom things like fact and truth really don't apply, because she's above it all, playing with us from an observational distance. and the oddness of her entire being, so clearly not an affectation, distracts most people into believing this non-controversially. inspires them into pretending along with her. but it is concealment. she may not seem like a human being, but that's the trick: she is one. and it is concealment.
  
  her life is a life of trying on masks. she is unable to make any progress as herself.
  
  and she knows who she is. she's not lost and she's not confused. she knows.
  
  she just doesn't see any opportunity or specialness there. she never has.
  
  if a higher power gave you an all-seeing eye, and you cast it backwards in time, to a slight swedish town, you would see this:
  
  trigger warning. implied SA.
  
  the man was sixty years old when the girl was born. this brought about many venomous remarks behind his back, as you'd expect, but nothing more.
  
  the man was an "official photographer" for some minor government department, he would say. he answered only to stockholm, he would say. he would lug this anvil-like camera into his trunk several times a year, like hephaestus packing an economy car, and he would drive to stockholm and stay there for weeks and sometimes months. taking rolls of photographs. photographs for the executive branch of the government of the kingdom of sweden.
  
  the time he was able to spend at home - during the summer months, mostly - he would advertise his services to the community. he would approach young women in the community, girls just starting their adult lives or about to, and he would say, well, you are the essence of beauty, and no shortage of scouts from the modeling industry will be after you in that big city you'll be living in. and many would say, oh, you are too much, and they would take his hand like how you would take your grandfather's hand. and he would say, well, have you ever had someone take your picture? like that? and those many would say, well, no, i'm just a girl in ystad! and then he would say, would you be interested in having me take your picture? that way, you'll already be prepared for those big city scouts! they'll say, ah, she knows what she's doing! she's born for this! and they'll have to make you a star then.
  
  and then many of those many girls would follow him back to the jonas home. a small white house by the sea. the summers of delphine's childhood were summers of her watching her father take young women, these girls, into the unseen rooms of the small white house, where... pictures would be taken? though maybe they didn't take pictures. maybe, delphine thought, that was an excuse so that delphine wouldn't get jealous. jealous that her father spent more time with these young women than he ever did with her; basking, she thought, in how perfect those young women were; how perfect they were in ways that she - with her ruined skin and deformed eye - never would be. so she spent those years sitting alone at her dressing table, applying treatments that made her skin sizzle and burn, gawking at herself, gawking at her own loneliness until it enveloped her.
  
  delphine's father died, on a summer day like he wanted, so her mother sold the house and moved them to stockholm. she was eighteen that year.
  
  delphine's mother was a silent woman that she tries not to think much about. after her father died, her mother seemed to become part of the furniture, or like a memory you encounter walking through a room. she'd float in the air, knock up and down staircases, peer through the cracks in doors. and not much else.
  
  delphine's father died with very little money to leave behind, and thus their apartment was only slightly bigger than the coffin he was buried in. so delphine learned to forge checks, and alter documents, and solicit curious favors from older men; and she changed herself until she became beautiful and new and not horrible; and then she left her mother behind and became a criminal and a sort of adventurer, always pushing for the new and atypical, always expanding her skillset, in constant transformation. she discovered PASIV, identified a niche for herself in it, and now we can tell stories about her. or we can have her tell us herself.
  
  but this is the story. the story she'll never tell.
  
  and now you know.
  
  the all-seeing eye closes.

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  relationships

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  nothing real.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  "you know you're a mirror, yes?"

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  an extra text

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  an extra reply

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
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  classification.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  the forger

  
  
  
  
  
  

  role

  
  
  
  
  
  

  delphine is one of two forgers involved in the kuznetsov operation, able to flawlessly imitate practically anyone while inside of a dream.

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  the serpent

  
  
  
  
  
  

  totem

  
  
  
  
  
  

  delphine's totem is an ebony snake pendant. the story of its origin is one that she'll offer up unprompted, and it varies dramatically with each telling.

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  the reflex

  
  
  
  
  
  

  skills

  
  
  
  
  
  

  delphine has an analytical mind that responds quickly to new information; has a photographic memory; and is highly physically agile.

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  the delay

  
  
  
  
  
  

  weaknesses

  
  
  
  
  
  

  delphine believes in violence perhaps too strongly; she does not plan too far ahead; she can be impatient and take dangerous risks sometimes.

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  the seeker

  
  
  
  
  
  

  expertise

  
  
  
  
  
  

  delphine has formed a psychological dependency on dreamsharing. the operation to retrieve timofey kuznetsov will be her 287th dreamsharing job.

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  the model

  
  
  
  
  
  

  extra information

  
  
  
  
  
  

  delphine is a trained fencer, can duplicate people's handwriting, has proficiency in firearms handling, and is an experienced motorcyclist.

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  extra.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  question

  
  
  

  answer

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  you are the blood

  
  
  

  castanets

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[a z u l a]

ziva.

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  ziva chan

  
  
  

  
  

  32

  
  
  

  
  

  the cat's eye

  
  
  

  
  

  french
  cambodian

  
  
  

  
  

  december 27

  
  
  

  
  

  female

  
  
  

  
  

  paris, france

  
  
  

  
  

  bisexual

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  height

  weight

  
  

  5'6

  135 lbs

  
  
  

  blood type

  star sign

  
  

  ab negative

  capricorn

  
  
  

  hair

  
  Long, espresso colored hair falls just past Ziva's shoulders. It is often worn straight and with the top half pulled up into a bun. When focusing, Ziva often wears it in a loose ponytail.
  
  

  eyes

  
  Sharp, almond-shaped molasses colored eyes see everything. Always scanning every room for potential exits and threats. Years of secretive work have trained her to be ever vigilant.
  
  

  body type

  
  Lithe and toned, Ziva keeps good care of her body.
  
  

  skin

  
  A golden beige.
  
  

  dist. features

  
  Several scars mark the beige planes of Ziva's skin. One on her left shoulder blade in the shape of a crescent moon, one on her right calf in a jagged line, and one small but angry scar on her lower back.
  
  

  faceclaim

  
  Elodie Yung.
  

  
  
  
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  personality

  
  
  

  introvert

  sensing

  
  

  80%

  72%

  
  
  

  thinking

  judging

  
  

  75%

  83%

  
  
  

  turbulent

  assertive

  
  

  20%

  80%

  
  
  Who is Ziva Chan? The answer depends on who you are and what she needs from you. You will never truly know her. Like a chameleon, she shifts her entire self to fit the situation best. In fact, Ziva is so good at this ever changing charade that even she has forgotten who she really is behind the facade. Ziva is a mystery to everyone, including herself.
  
  Everyone is always an arms length away, she will never earn their trust and they will never gain hers. For if someone looked too deep, they might see that there is no face behind the mask. Only a hollow shell, an empty woman with no true sense of self. This is why she loves her role as a Forger, why be herself when she could be anyone else?
  
  
  

  
  

  characteristics

  
  

  virtues

  
  charming
  observant
  clever
  adaptable
  charismatic
  
  
  

  vices

  
  unloyal
  fake
  no sense of self
  finicky
  reckless
  
  
  

  fears

  
  Ziva's greatest fear is not having access to dreamsharing or not being able to do her job. Her only sense of self comes from the work she does, the freedom that comes from becoming someone else. Without her job, Ziva loses her entire identity.
  
  
  

  ailments

  
  tendencies consistent with borderline personality disorder.
  
  
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  the student

  
  

  If you have ever asked Ziva about her background, you have probably gotten a different answer each time. Sometimes she's an orphan, a military brat, or a pickpocket. The truth is that that Chan's are a long line of con artists, her father and his father have taught her the artform of human behavior and how to take advantage of it.
  
  Pickpocketing was her first con, and it wasn't long before she was running multi-level schemes with her father. Ziva could blend into any situation, assess a room and know exactly who she needed to be to get what she wanted. It was an art form that she excelled at with the teachings of her father.
  
  
  

  the artist

  
  

  As Ziva went off on her own in her early twenties, she came across the practice of dreamsharing while pursuing a degree in the Psychology of Human Behavior at university. Always up for a good challenge, Ziva dove in head first. The rush was unlike anything she'd felt before, the ability to actually become someone else was a drug she couldn't get enough of.
  
  Her schemes had leveled up, now not only did her psychological analysis of human behavior work, but her whole physical form could change to fit exactly what she needed. It wasn't long before she was a familiar face among the dreamsharing scene, willing to work any job for the right benefits.
  
  
  
  
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  role

  
  the Forger.
  
  

  totem

  
  A ceramic black cat.
  
  

  skills

  
  A degree in human behavior and a silver tongue, Ziva can talk her way out of anything.
  
  

  weaknesses

  
  A little too adaptable at times, Ziva can have a hard time portraying the role is she doesn't connect to it. She is a little too fearless, sometimes jumping into a situation without thinking it through entirely.
  
  

  expertise

  
  work in progress.
  
  

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[cavitea]

Devil In The Details

#32

#The Nurse

♡coded by uxie♡

╰┈➤ 𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊, 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇.

— 𝘿𝙊𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙍.
𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Béatrice Lavigne-Monet
𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬: Béa by those close, 𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 to those distant
𝐀𝐠𝐞: A recent celebrator of thirty and two years
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Female
𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: Wistful at best, committal at worst.
𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡: A plane aisle over a land called Ohio.
𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞/𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲: French / American [by law].

— 𝙑𝙄𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀.
𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫: Box dye and extra hope keep a golden sheen over brown locks, curled and styled in the ways of pin-ups and silver screen snakes.
𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬: A dulled grey, worn as beloved jeans.
𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧: An almost sickly pale, color finds itself rarely on cheeks beneath the purple stains of weariness.
𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝: An unassuming frame of 5'3", Béatrice keeps herself well covered by furling clothes and wintery nonsense. "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴," she'll say, nodding away the winter cloak she pulled from some costume chest to throw around shoulders.
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬: A scar, jagged in nature pulls down the right side of her lips, a gentle frown forced on expressionless face. Moles scatter themselves along her collarbones and spine as well but it's a far less known or seen sight.
𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦: Danièle Delorme

— 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼.
𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

"𝘼 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮."

She'll titter, offer a welcoming smile before eyes begin to close; a smile that promises safety, eyes that linger of death. There is always a task at hand and it is with her hands she is meant to erase the wounds of others, close gaps in dreamers. Another hole, another patch. Again and again she'll smile at the task, a stern coo or sigh with every passing of hands and snipped tongue of mother. "𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚."

Béatrice will speak with conviction as if she knows, give promises where she has no grounds to give them. It keeps her safe, if anything; it keeps her aware. Every dream and she smiles, asks politely for approval, sighs tenderly before wounds. 𝘌𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘮𝘢, they may say and she would simply blink back, complacent. There is no doubting her willingness to ensure a mission followed through, the health of dreamers resting carefully in volatile hands.

Her judgement is simply what lacks, a personal set of rigid constitutions shared to no others and followed with zeal. What truly matters is what she keeps most locked away from others in the recesses of a smile so easily offered.

It keeps her 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚, it keeps her 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚.

𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬:
𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘭-𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, if to a fault.
𝘡𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘺, more disguised from others but with an iron grip around her decisions.
𝘕𝘢ï𝘷𝘦𝘵é, if in the need to disguise a deep-rooted sense of false superiority.
𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬:
𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺, as those with a hand in life often are.
𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, softened, as a mother would be.
𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘳, perhaps in the wrong situations at times.
𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬: All-consuming death. As much as she plays along the edge of it she equally bows her head to it, letting trembling hands clutch tighter to her clothes in a prayer against it; one day it'll catch up, one day she'll make a mistake. 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮.
𝐀𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: A weak disposition, primarily from a lack of regular self-care. Wispy and wilting she totters more than towers and breaths each word in a whisper over a shout.

— 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙁𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉.
𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞: The Nurse.
𝐓𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐦: An ornate, hand-held silver cross inlaid with red-stained glass.
𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬: Knowledgeable of medicine outside of dreams, she carries with her typical medical supplies, able and capable of stepping in to wounds in both reality and dreams.
𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬: As one who struggles with foresight she is prone to acting and living in the present, a step behind the brilliant minds often surrounding her and painfully aware of it.


— 𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔.
𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: A rarity in whispered reverence only, Béatrice has stuck to the shadows of vaults and churches; she is a gliding figure keenly aware of heartbeats and blooming flowers. From a young age she learned only the skimmed surface of knowledge, clutched tightly to leather-bound journals and tucked a head under watchful eyes. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭, she'd think, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.

It was a belief that rang true for years, a veil over washed face and hollow eyes. She stepped carefully on her paths, nonsensical decisions to those around her that lead ultimately to dreams and the horrible realization of her capabilities. Of it came the push further towards eccentricities, silver ornaments and tightened lips twitched into a smile. There is still the want to improve, to maintain the steady success feeding into her increasingly expensive hobbies; it is something she is certain will lead down a path with no ending.

She'll continue then, biting lips when eyes cannot watch, clutching beads in dreams with no gods.

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬:

𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙞𝙯𝙤𝙞𝙖: A remnant of the past, a figure no longer spoken to. He was her introduction once to the world of dreams and furthermore the man she learned to silence herself in front of. Too much information was shared between them and with it a collapsing relationship crossing over red tape.

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨:
↬ Owner of three slinky dogs, rescued with a hazed conscious, stolen to some.
↬ Enjoyer of abstract art and surrealistic poems
↬ Once the occupant of a convent, seen only in clothing decisions and a vague reference to scripture
↬ An avid enjoyer of cherry-flavored confections

 

[FloatingAroundSpace]

architect.

scroll

Ada

here

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01.

name

Shi Lan

02.

aliases

Escher

03.

age

thirty

04.

gender

female

05.

sexuality

heterosexual

06.

P.O.B.

Bakersfield, CA

07.

ethnicity

Han Chinese

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  home is a house on fire.

  
  
  
  

  There are only ashes left to grieve
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  visage

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  height

  
  

  5' 9'' // 1.75 M

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  face claim

  
  

  Gao Jie

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair

  
  

  pitch black, straight

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eyes

  
  

  dark brown

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  scars

  
  

  A smattering of old nicks and cuts from a childhood are scattered across her hands, though most are faded and can only be felt if one were searching for them. The most obvious is about an inch long, along the flesh between her pointer finger and her thumb.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  build

  
  

  Average— she would not be considered muscular, but she has been keeping herself fit since her metabolism decided to betray her body to age.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  style

  
  

  Puts forward the appearance of someone effortlessly chic, when in reality, she spends far too much time comparing color schemes in the mirror, examining the differences under natural light and artificial lamps. In general, she has what one might consider elevated classics — standard pieces such as silk blouses and straight-leg trousers are in pastel colors, paired with bold statement pieces like a fanciful blazer or structured cardigan. Jewelry, as always, is a must, and she never seems to be without a pair of dazzling earrings and a necklace.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  persona

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  The most potent word to describe Ada is hungry. For respect, for attention, for love. She gorges herself whenever she gets an ounce of it, filling herself to the brim with praise and the sound of her name repeated over and over, the knowledge that she is here and present motivating her beyond anything else, even the darling younger sister and all the guilt that crushes her when she sees eyes far too tired for their age.
  
  However—
  
  The industry is not a kind one, and she has spoiled her appetite more than once, sending herself on spirals that end in purges and broken sobs. As such, that hunger has been locked up, chained deep within herself and given a new face. Now it is bitter, now it is resentful, now it reaches with sharpened claws to take fistfuls from others. She demands respect that she believes she ought to have given, hand over fist, from her years, her expertise, her victories. Now she is stiffer with a crueler edge, warning others not to get close, not to peer too deeply into a broken gaze.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  virtues

  
  
  

  
  
  

  diligent

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  astute

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  erudite

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  devoted

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  vices

  
  
  

  
  
  

  tardy

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  detached

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  hostile under pressure

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  
  

  
  
  

  failure

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  losing her sister

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  loneliness

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  history

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Childhood

  
  

  
  
  
  

  In a dilapidated house, in a crumbling facade, Ada found herself growing between weeds that rivaled her for sunlight. A child born to a fool and a hopeless romantic— though who was who changed day by day, minute by minute— Ada was frequently left to her own devices. The thought that someone might have to put in effort to raise her never quite crossed their minds.
  
  It was school, and the teachers and peers there, that gave her any semblance of structure, that ensured she had at least one consistent meal throughout her day, that kept an eye out to ensure that she was alive. As such, Ada found herself spending as much time as possible there, cultivating an enthusiasm for learning, given the sort of protection that it offered. It was an activity that she could do, that adults that attempted to slot themselves into the role of parents to a child that was being permitted to wither away encouraged her to do. She devoured books on any subject, her ravenous appetite forming around learning, perhaps the healthiest direction for it to go.
  
  Somewhere along the way, there was a little sister, born just before she crested four. Another squalling thing, left to the wayside, though Ada took little interest in her as well. And for a time, this was how she existed.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Teenagehood

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Then— the father (who was never really father, who was called “dad” because they did not know his first name and would never learn it) disappeared one day.
  
  It shattered the mother more than could be expected, sent her on a spiral that Ada did not believe was possible. They had to grow up— and fast, and it was here that she learned to lie and how. Stories were spun to keep the eyes of those that had tried to offer her the kind hand she did not have at home closed, tales were told to keep friends who were learning what worry was from prying, and the lies built on top of one another until the crumbled around her ears. The world is not kind, and certainly not towards children, and there were shadows in corners lying in wait for children like them, children who did not know trust and who were far too hungry and desperate for their names to be spoken clearly and crisply.
  
  Her sister vanished to them first, swallowed whole into the night, alongside other children that did not have the right eyes on them. Sadly, the tales were too great, the web weaved to offer some semblance of dignity to the decaying home too tight for Ada to break through.
  
  And so, it was only her.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Early adulthood

  
  

  
  
  
  

  She had no money for a degree, all of it disappearing into a bottle, and so she had found herself with secretarial, administrative roles. Less than a fly on the wall, virtually invisible except for when needed, saddled with demeaning, menial tasks that were given to her because no one else could stoop to them. Still, she had skills here— a voracious desire to be someone meant that details and patterns were memorized, observations carefully filed away so that she may try and prove herself to the men that could not be damned to remember her name.
  
  And then luck that entered her life— in its bastardized, mangled form. A dreamsharing job needed to be completed, except she was also there, a fly on the wall that perhaps would have found a bullet through her head if she had not offered herself as an asset rather than a liability, showcased a glimmer of talent and potential that set her on the path to being an architect. An crack in a door that she threw open and sauntered right through, finding herself with the opportunities that she now could freely dream of.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  send them off!

  
  
  
  

  bastille

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  misc.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  • aaaa

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    misc.

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    totem

    
    

    Currently, a teardrop-shaped pearl hanging off of a thin gold chain
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    skills

    
    

    Fluent in Mandarin, Spanish, French, English; decent enough memory, excellent note-taker otherwise; has the first one-hundred digits of pi memorized
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    weaknesses

    
    

    Not particularly strong and would lose a physical fight fairly quickly, has difficulty keeping calm in stressful situations, her little sister and the guilt associated with her is a soft spot that can and has been exploited.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[cavitea]

"The cigarettes are burnt and here you are, clinging to paper like it'll provide your salvation."

JUNO.

— 𝘿𝙊𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙍.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Luxen Juniper Corvinus.

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬: Juno, by all and any;  Junebug by few and scattered.

𝐀𝐠𝐞: Look at their wallet, a crusted I.D. chimes thirty and six.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Non-binary (they/them).

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: Committed where others aren't, uninterested in most.

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡: Tarquinia, Italy

𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞/𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲: Austrian [maternal], Unknown [paternal].


— 𝙑𝙄𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀.

𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫: A mess of ringlets and curls when left uncut, as it often is; it dangles in ghostly haunts along their shoulders, darkened save for the few select strands they've dyed a pale grey, tucked back behind ears.

𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬: Brown earth, crumbly and reminiscent of afternoon sun in April.

𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧: They've sat in the beams of sun too long, left lines along their skin where cloth dared to protect them from the rays intruding an artist's studio.

𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝: They stand in the relaxed form of someone comfortable within their own skin, perched in heeled boots at 6'0" even. Juno keeps most glimpses of their body covered by intricate fabrics and designs, pulled in loose and tight bonds over lean muscle and an average taking towards a growing amount of years.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬: A nose broken once and healed over stands in a crooked fashion on their face; lacerations healed over many years cut into eyebrows where hair has not quite managed to recover itself.

𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦: A faint mixture of if Hedy Lamarr and Adarsh Jaikarran had a child.



— 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: A crone in the night drags her nails long and sharp against the pane of windows, howling and beating her chest in the indignation brought upon her by the toxic scent of oils and acrylics, sweat and spider woven threads of saliva. Passed back and forth between forms they are nothing compared to the threatening subjects of the paintings resting in a gallery further away, hung collections of deepened vermillion and amaranthine. Collections of teeth and the burned flesh of a heart forsaken by the manic recesses of a mind.

Juno thrives on the chaos of the mind, a comfortable soul that has remained faithful to their ability to deny even the Devil of the manic desires that twist their wrist and flick strokes of paint onto a canvas. They are as much an artist as a destructive force, coiled into their serpentine hair in a sense of balance that shouldn't make sense.

Blame it on their past experiences, past loves fluttered along as moth wings on summer nights until sticky hands reached out and grasped the one that came back again and again. They'll breathe a sigh of relief in the chaos of it all, closing their hand one, two, five times over plastic lighters until their smile reflects the subjects of their paintings.

It's easy now to slip into the role of their job and the mindset that it is a job alone.

Professionalism, as one might call it and they'd smile, a Cheshire told the crudest joke.

At the least, they'll say, they're comfortable.

𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬:

Arrogance, if in the sense of being fluid with themselves and the broken dreamers they often run themselves into.

Dependence, on things, most things if they can get their hands on them. Rarely illicit things but addiction can equally fall into paints and nights spent not answering desperate phone calls.

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬:

Stability, if in waves and tides; they are a capable force unbothered by the usual anxieties of cohorts, focused purely on the job and the pleasure of returning home to their studio.

Earnest, perhaps to a fault; they believe in their conviction and disallow themselves to be swayed from it.

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬: The loss of a loved one, disconnection from their art and the muse that inspires them, slipping back to a past personality and an inability to tell reality from falsities.

𝐀𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Whether it be through hardships or heartaches, Juno has a compulsive need to do most things in fives, a debilitating vice scratched into the side of a lighter or murmured quietly on the phone to the unknown mystery on the other side.


— 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙁𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉.

𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞: The Forger.

𝐓𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐦: A plastic green ring that once held something along the lines of a cheaper, plastic gem. Two 'J's' have been crudely carved into the ring that fits neatly on Juno's left middle finger.

𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬: Skilled with their hands they've been an excellent dexterous force both in the field and off; utilizing tools in clever ways they're able to easily pick up on habits of others and furthermore translates these usually to their artistic abilities.

𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬: Their professional mannerisms pushes those they don't care for to be held at the yardstick of a distance away, polite smiles that spell their own undoing as an almost desperate need to break from the reckless abandonment they were once known for. Keep them far away, keep it professional.


— 𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: Juno broke onto the field the way they broke into an art studio at the age of fifteen, clambering over canvases until poverty-wrought hands grabbed at more oils and acrylics than they could carry. Mania carried them through the first years of art school from that moment on, slashes of their life presented before others on cloth, wood, metal, canvas. Anywhere they could leave a mark they did, be it on flesh or brick alike.

Year after year the name of Juno made itself more prominent through the scenes of clinking glasses and hushed tones. They clawed, as beasts are often to do, snarling at competition until they saw their only contest blinking back at them in shattered mirrors. It wasn't ever enough for the manic artist, years more spent developing skills until their audience fell on the eyes of those wishing for a more simplistic way of moving money than buying art.

Draped across a chaise lounge they'll recall how they were struck with the tragedy of becoming a pawn, selling their art off as a means of illicit trading and the movements of substances. For years they poured themselves into work until the inflated prices of scratch doodles on napkins gave way to the fame surrounding the shroud they hid themselves and their moniker behind.

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𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬:

Jupiter: A sagging waffle of a man yet one they've worked in tandem with both in the art scene and occasionally through dreams. He is the dollop of cream set neatly on the bubbling crust of their pie and they have often been seen in the throes of companionship.

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨:
• Has a horrid habit towards smoking, never promises to stop despite any pleas.
• Drives a beaten down Impala despite living on magazines as a faceless artist and well enough within the world of dreams.
• Owns a hairless cat named Socates, thinks themselves terribly funny for this.
• Hates the taste of lime, loves the taste of gin.
• Bit of an undiagnosed ball of mishaps, something they see only as 'extra stars from the Heavens'.
• To the point, if unnervingly so; hates those who bat around the bush and will tut at them.
• Has memorized Mary Poppins nearly down to a 't'.

role | forger.

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