Post by Guest-Rose on Apr 25, 2022 10:55:01 GMT -5
Were you referred?: Yes, by Reedy (Future Trunks)
Discord Name: Rose_21#6259
Starting Character: Android 21
Starting Planet: Earth
Character Race: Android
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons 5000 points + 500 to all from referral)
Starting Trait Distribution:
Starting Technique: Mouth Blast
Character Bio: Even as a child, Rosalind knew she would one day become a scientist. She was always great at math, physics and chemistry. Her first hobby was taking apart any piece of technology she could get her hands on, and studying how it was made. Which was a source of both pride and annoyance to her parents, since they got to brag about having an extremely intelligent daughter... but also constantly came home to find the TV, computer or some kitchen appliance dismantled, and needed to wait for her to put it back together. That was nothing compared to her next passion, however, which was creating new inventions from the parts of those she had disassembled. She built communication devices, energy sources, moving robot toys, and her father had to buy new machines to replace the ones destroyed by Rosalind's inventiveness.
It came as a relief to her family when the girl, then only in her early teens, was offered a college scholarship. She went off to earn several degrees, most prominently an engineering one. Her talents were drawing attention of various companies and organizations by then. She received job offers from both Capsule Corp and Red Ribbon Army (RR), and chose the former, becoming a researcher and an inventor for them. The Red Ribbon Army did not accept a negative answer, however. They kept pestering Rosalind with offers of higher pay and increased freedom, oblivious to the fact that she was turning them down chiefly due to their unsavory reputation.
Her life nearly ended when a Capsule Corp laboratory she was working at got attacked by RR, and she was caught in the crossfire. Severely wounded, she almost perished - however, the invaders rushed her to their own quarters, and she was 'saved' by Dr. Gero. They later claimed that it had been a pure accident, and their goal had been to obtain an invention kept at the lab. But, given how speedily they retreated after she got shot, how much focus was placed on saving her life, and how in the end they made her work for them as they had wanted, she couldn't help but wonder.
She was no longer human - according to Dr. Gero, turning her into an Android was the only way so save her. While physically far stronger than she had been, Rosalind - or Android 21, as she was now called by her creator - suffered odd side-effects. She kept experiencing inexplicable cravings she could not satiate, as well as severe outbursts of anger. That is, unless she took medicine provided by the RR. Their condition for supplying her with such treatment was simple - she would work for them from now on. If she quit the medicine, they said, she would eventually go insane. And her mind was the one thing she had left, her intelligence the trait she was most proud of. Seeing no other choice, she stayed. However, she vowed to herself to never truly submit to the Red Ribbon Army, to secretly work against the organization and hinder its efforts every chance she got.
Character Picture:
Sample RP:
Discord Name: Rose_21#6259
Starting Character: Android 21
Starting Planet: Earth
Character Race: Android
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons 5000 points + 500 to all from referral)
- Strength: 1000
- Speed: 500
- Toughness: 2250
- Stamina: 1250
- Vitality: 2500
Starting Trait Distribution:
- Determination: 1
- Charisma: 1
- Intelligence: 3
Starting Technique: Mouth Blast
Character Bio: Even as a child, Rosalind knew she would one day become a scientist. She was always great at math, physics and chemistry. Her first hobby was taking apart any piece of technology she could get her hands on, and studying how it was made. Which was a source of both pride and annoyance to her parents, since they got to brag about having an extremely intelligent daughter... but also constantly came home to find the TV, computer or some kitchen appliance dismantled, and needed to wait for her to put it back together. That was nothing compared to her next passion, however, which was creating new inventions from the parts of those she had disassembled. She built communication devices, energy sources, moving robot toys, and her father had to buy new machines to replace the ones destroyed by Rosalind's inventiveness.
It came as a relief to her family when the girl, then only in her early teens, was offered a college scholarship. She went off to earn several degrees, most prominently an engineering one. Her talents were drawing attention of various companies and organizations by then. She received job offers from both Capsule Corp and Red Ribbon Army (RR), and chose the former, becoming a researcher and an inventor for them. The Red Ribbon Army did not accept a negative answer, however. They kept pestering Rosalind with offers of higher pay and increased freedom, oblivious to the fact that she was turning them down chiefly due to their unsavory reputation.
Her life nearly ended when a Capsule Corp laboratory she was working at got attacked by RR, and she was caught in the crossfire. Severely wounded, she almost perished - however, the invaders rushed her to their own quarters, and she was 'saved' by Dr. Gero. They later claimed that it had been a pure accident, and their goal had been to obtain an invention kept at the lab. But, given how speedily they retreated after she got shot, how much focus was placed on saving her life, and how in the end they made her work for them as they had wanted, she couldn't help but wonder.
She was no longer human - according to Dr. Gero, turning her into an Android was the only way so save her. While physically far stronger than she had been, Rosalind - or Android 21, as she was now called by her creator - suffered odd side-effects. She kept experiencing inexplicable cravings she could not satiate, as well as severe outbursts of anger. That is, unless she took medicine provided by the RR. Their condition for supplying her with such treatment was simple - she would work for them from now on. If she quit the medicine, they said, she would eventually go insane. And her mind was the one thing she had left, her intelligence the trait she was most proud of. Seeing no other choice, she stayed. However, she vowed to herself to never truly submit to the Red Ribbon Army, to secretly work against the organization and hinder its efforts every chance she got.
Character Picture:
Sample RP:
The day of the wedding had finally come. It seemed like every single pureblood family Marcus Kerr or Ophelia Lynch had the slightest connection with was invited. Liana was used to attending functions with several dozen guests; today, though, the number was closer to a hundred. There were faces she had never seen before - likely guests invited by Lady Ophelia. There were also faces she had only seen once or twice - people her father barely knew, but invited nonetheless to inflate his perceived influence. And then there was the usual crowd - wizards and witches who were frequent guests at Kerr Manor, mostly Ministry officials, members of lesser pureblood houses and cadet branches, a small handful of more notable socialites. These familiar wizards and witches were the ones Liana did her best to avoid now, while still remaining courteous. Every single time one of them managed to pull her into a conversation, she got bombarded by congratulations and essentially told how she was supposed to be feeling on this day.
"Miss Kerr, what a joyous occasion! You must be so happy for your father," a middle-aged spinster greeted her, and the girl had to put on a fake smile while confirming that, indeed, she had been waiting for this day the whole summer.
"You're probably waiting for a baby brother or sister, aren't you?" a newly-appointed Wizengamot judge inquired, beaming at her. The redhead barely managed to make her lips curl upward as she uttered a positive response.
"Another woman in the house, I could bet my hat you're excited for the company!" exclaimed an elderly wizard who always asked her for a dance when attending the festivities in Kerr Manor. Liana's mouth twitched slightly; she knew perfectly well that the wedding was arranged so late in the summer precisely because she would be leaving for school in two days, and the new lady of the house would not have to suffer her company.
By the time the actual wedding ceremony began, Liana was positively annoyed and her jaw was aching from all the forced smiling. She joined the procession, picked up her basket of petals, and watched as the farce unfolded. Marcus Kerr, clad in wildly expensive dress robes, took his place in front of the crowd in the manor garden, under a canopy decorated with white and purple roses. A string band began playing a slow, romantic melody. The bridesmaids, made up of Lynch family girls aged ten to twenty, all clad in gold-coloured dresses, walked down the isle.
As they were halfway through it, Liana took her cue and began slowly walking behind them, dipping her hand into the petals and scattering them on the carpet, feeling utterly ridiculous and sensing her cheeks burning red with humiliation and anger, her eyes slightly blurry with undesired liquid. The role of the flower girl was certainly the most humiliating one that Ophelia Lynch could come up with, especially given that plenty of females younger than Liana were in attendance. She should have been at least a bridesmaid, if not maid of honour, given her status as the current heir of house Kerr. Instead, she was given the duty that kids barely above toddler age were usually granted. A proverbial slap in the face, a public demotion from the second most important person in the house to practically nobody.
Liana had wanted to go to Hogwarts summer camp in order to avoid this ordeal, and to finally start enjoying bits of freedom. Instead, despite her quite open distaste for the girl, Ophelia demanded that she stay until the wedding - for public image. It was only a week ago that the eleven-year-old found out exactly what sort of public image her future stepmother had in mind. A show of her power in the family she was marrying into. A reminder to anyone who could read between the lines that Liana, as a female child born out of wedlock, with an unknown witch, would cease to bear any significance once a true-born son emerged from this new union. At least that was how the girl interpreted her current situation, and thus was quite literally fuming with rage.
She took another handful of the petals and threw them up in the air. As they fell around her, she noticed some of them were singed, and a few were glowing orange around the edges. The redhead blinked, taking a moment to realize what was happening. Her bottled emotions were likely leaking out in the form of accidental magic. Liana took a deep breath, hoping that nobody noticed her blunder - after all, the loose petals were fresh and still had enough moisture to not burst into open flame, at least not yet. And the vast majority of the guests would be focusing on the main starts of the spectacle rather than her. She exhaled slowly, and let some more petals fly. To her relief, this batch was free of fire damage.
Behind her, she knew, the bride was now gliding towards her future husband, escorted by her father who was certainly happy to be rid of his last unwed daughter. Lady Ophelia's bluish-white dress, charmed to shimmer subtly, was drawing exaggerated oohs and aaahs from the guests, among which her sisters were the most vocal. Liana's eyes hurt from the desperate need to roll up at this theatre. She was sure that not a single person here was genuinely admiring the beauty of the bride, although that may have just been her own projection.
As Liana reached the end of the aisle, her basket now mostly empty, she moved to the right and stood beside lined up bridesmaids. Having heard the vows repeated in the rehearsals multiple times before, she tuned them out now, simply staring blankly at the couple and hoping that nobody was observing her at the moment - for despite her efforts to feign elation, her expression was surely more fit for a funeral than for a wedding. She only snapped out of it when the newlyweds kissed, a sight which made her avert her eyes due to awkwardness and juvenile disgust.
The ceremony now concluded, everyone was being ushered towards the tend where a lavish feast had been prepared. The girl set the now-obsolete basket on one of the vacated seats and followed the crowd, wishing she could just excuse herself and go to her room to finish packing for Hogwarts. Unfortunately, that would be interpreted - quite correctly - as a divide in the newly formed family, which was undesirable. Liana felt like no interpretations would be needed and that everyone already knew she was the odd one out from this day onward; of course, with nobody but her and her father being aware of her tainted blood, this was likely not the case with most of the guests. They may suspect that Ophelia Kerr, née Lynch, would do everything in the power to ensure her future children would be preferred in the inheritance order; of course, that was just common sense. Few could be certain that she would be successful, especially if her loins refused to offer up a male offspring, which seemed to be the affliction the women in her family shared. Liana, however, was convinced that the moment a child of either gender was born, she would be deposed, becoming about as important as the ancient house elf that served them.
In the enormous party tent, the string band had already reorganized and were playing a waltz that Marcus and Ophelia Kerr were dancing gracefully to, joined by more and more of the guests. Weaving her way through the assembly, trying to make a path that mostly passed people unknown to her so as to avoid undesired small talk, she moved towards the long table laden with fancy snacks, colourful dishes and various drinks. Hopefully, if she looked like she had a purpose, no old gentlewizard would invite her to dance.
"Oh, Liana, you will finally have a feminine influence in your life now; you must be delighted!" The words were incredibly loaded with subtle insults, given how short a statement it was.
"Must I?" the girl snapped back despite herself, turning to face the woman who had addressed her. She felt her heart sink immediately - it was one of Lady Ophelia's younger sisters; Liana had forgotten her name. "I- I mean, yes, of course, I'm giddy with joy. Excuse me, I'm feeling parched- Enjoy the rest of the evening," she stammered, trying to cover up for the grievous social error, and knowing perfectly well it had not only been noticed, but was probably expected and hoped for. And she fell for the bait. The amusement was evident in the woman's face as she turned back to the group of people she had been conversing with.
Feeling abashed, the young Kerr resumed her journey to the food table, which was now only a few yards away. She reached for the first glass she noticed, which happened to be filled with sweetened cranberry juice, and emptied it without even noticing it. Apparently, she didn't lie about feeling thirsty. To keep her hands occupied, she snatched another glass of the bright red liquid and moved away from the table to stand against a tent wall, watching the gathering and avoiding any and all eye contact. Perhaps if she stood there really quietly, the guests would mistake for a realistic statue, and nobody would bother her until it was appropriate for her to retire to her room.
"Miss Kerr, what a joyous occasion! You must be so happy for your father," a middle-aged spinster greeted her, and the girl had to put on a fake smile while confirming that, indeed, she had been waiting for this day the whole summer.
"You're probably waiting for a baby brother or sister, aren't you?" a newly-appointed Wizengamot judge inquired, beaming at her. The redhead barely managed to make her lips curl upward as she uttered a positive response.
"Another woman in the house, I could bet my hat you're excited for the company!" exclaimed an elderly wizard who always asked her for a dance when attending the festivities in Kerr Manor. Liana's mouth twitched slightly; she knew perfectly well that the wedding was arranged so late in the summer precisely because she would be leaving for school in two days, and the new lady of the house would not have to suffer her company.
By the time the actual wedding ceremony began, Liana was positively annoyed and her jaw was aching from all the forced smiling. She joined the procession, picked up her basket of petals, and watched as the farce unfolded. Marcus Kerr, clad in wildly expensive dress robes, took his place in front of the crowd in the manor garden, under a canopy decorated with white and purple roses. A string band began playing a slow, romantic melody. The bridesmaids, made up of Lynch family girls aged ten to twenty, all clad in gold-coloured dresses, walked down the isle.
As they were halfway through it, Liana took her cue and began slowly walking behind them, dipping her hand into the petals and scattering them on the carpet, feeling utterly ridiculous and sensing her cheeks burning red with humiliation and anger, her eyes slightly blurry with undesired liquid. The role of the flower girl was certainly the most humiliating one that Ophelia Lynch could come up with, especially given that plenty of females younger than Liana were in attendance. She should have been at least a bridesmaid, if not maid of honour, given her status as the current heir of house Kerr. Instead, she was given the duty that kids barely above toddler age were usually granted. A proverbial slap in the face, a public demotion from the second most important person in the house to practically nobody.
Liana had wanted to go to Hogwarts summer camp in order to avoid this ordeal, and to finally start enjoying bits of freedom. Instead, despite her quite open distaste for the girl, Ophelia demanded that she stay until the wedding - for public image. It was only a week ago that the eleven-year-old found out exactly what sort of public image her future stepmother had in mind. A show of her power in the family she was marrying into. A reminder to anyone who could read between the lines that Liana, as a female child born out of wedlock, with an unknown witch, would cease to bear any significance once a true-born son emerged from this new union. At least that was how the girl interpreted her current situation, and thus was quite literally fuming with rage.
She took another handful of the petals and threw them up in the air. As they fell around her, she noticed some of them were singed, and a few were glowing orange around the edges. The redhead blinked, taking a moment to realize what was happening. Her bottled emotions were likely leaking out in the form of accidental magic. Liana took a deep breath, hoping that nobody noticed her blunder - after all, the loose petals were fresh and still had enough moisture to not burst into open flame, at least not yet. And the vast majority of the guests would be focusing on the main starts of the spectacle rather than her. She exhaled slowly, and let some more petals fly. To her relief, this batch was free of fire damage.
Behind her, she knew, the bride was now gliding towards her future husband, escorted by her father who was certainly happy to be rid of his last unwed daughter. Lady Ophelia's bluish-white dress, charmed to shimmer subtly, was drawing exaggerated oohs and aaahs from the guests, among which her sisters were the most vocal. Liana's eyes hurt from the desperate need to roll up at this theatre. She was sure that not a single person here was genuinely admiring the beauty of the bride, although that may have just been her own projection.
As Liana reached the end of the aisle, her basket now mostly empty, she moved to the right and stood beside lined up bridesmaids. Having heard the vows repeated in the rehearsals multiple times before, she tuned them out now, simply staring blankly at the couple and hoping that nobody was observing her at the moment - for despite her efforts to feign elation, her expression was surely more fit for a funeral than for a wedding. She only snapped out of it when the newlyweds kissed, a sight which made her avert her eyes due to awkwardness and juvenile disgust.
The ceremony now concluded, everyone was being ushered towards the tend where a lavish feast had been prepared. The girl set the now-obsolete basket on one of the vacated seats and followed the crowd, wishing she could just excuse herself and go to her room to finish packing for Hogwarts. Unfortunately, that would be interpreted - quite correctly - as a divide in the newly formed family, which was undesirable. Liana felt like no interpretations would be needed and that everyone already knew she was the odd one out from this day onward; of course, with nobody but her and her father being aware of her tainted blood, this was likely not the case with most of the guests. They may suspect that Ophelia Kerr, née Lynch, would do everything in the power to ensure her future children would be preferred in the inheritance order; of course, that was just common sense. Few could be certain that she would be successful, especially if her loins refused to offer up a male offspring, which seemed to be the affliction the women in her family shared. Liana, however, was convinced that the moment a child of either gender was born, she would be deposed, becoming about as important as the ancient house elf that served them.
In the enormous party tent, the string band had already reorganized and were playing a waltz that Marcus and Ophelia Kerr were dancing gracefully to, joined by more and more of the guests. Weaving her way through the assembly, trying to make a path that mostly passed people unknown to her so as to avoid undesired small talk, she moved towards the long table laden with fancy snacks, colourful dishes and various drinks. Hopefully, if she looked like she had a purpose, no old gentlewizard would invite her to dance.
"Oh, Liana, you will finally have a feminine influence in your life now; you must be delighted!" The words were incredibly loaded with subtle insults, given how short a statement it was.
"Must I?" the girl snapped back despite herself, turning to face the woman who had addressed her. She felt her heart sink immediately - it was one of Lady Ophelia's younger sisters; Liana had forgotten her name. "I- I mean, yes, of course, I'm giddy with joy. Excuse me, I'm feeling parched- Enjoy the rest of the evening," she stammered, trying to cover up for the grievous social error, and knowing perfectly well it had not only been noticed, but was probably expected and hoped for. And she fell for the bait. The amusement was evident in the woman's face as she turned back to the group of people she had been conversing with.
Feeling abashed, the young Kerr resumed her journey to the food table, which was now only a few yards away. She reached for the first glass she noticed, which happened to be filled with sweetened cranberry juice, and emptied it without even noticing it. Apparently, she didn't lie about feeling thirsty. To keep her hands occupied, she snatched another glass of the bright red liquid and moved away from the table to stand against a tent wall, watching the gathering and avoiding any and all eye contact. Perhaps if she stood there really quietly, the guests would mistake for a realistic statue, and nobody would bother her until it was appropriate for her to retire to her room.
