Post by Eve on Mar 10, 2008 15:13:22 GMT -5
~ Deadman/Prisoner Application.}
Rp'er essentials
Name/Alias: --- [alas, internet taboo disallows this for me]
Age: 18
Email or SN: PM, or PM to ask for MSN.
Password: Mrmoonymoon
Essentials
Name: Yuko 'Eve' Youko
Nickname/Alias: Eve
Age: 16
Gender: Male [frequently mistaken for a female though, and, much to his dismay, has been the result of some attempted sexual assaults due to his extremely weak character.]
Occupation: Janitor [prefers being called a 'caretaker']
Group: Deadman
Crimes: Framed by the Wretched Egg - subway massacre. Sentence: Life.
Phenotype
Height: About 5'6", never bothered to formally check.
Weight:Again, probably about 120 lbs - never bothered to really find out.
Visual Appearence: Clicky!
For the wordy: His appearance is quite plain - most of what he wears is whatever is present in his wardrobe at that time - therefore everyday his usual attire is a hodgepodge of any sort of clothes, with no clear gender identity. He seems to prefer sets of clothes that are as simple as possible - one piece, two piece, etc.
He has an eye patch on simply because he likes it. That, and he tends to train without depth perception so that he can 'feel' his ability more. Don't be fooled though: if he takes it off he'll probably be more disoriented than advantaged in any case.
[The better explanation would be that he simply lost his eye during the Earthquake - which he actually did.]
Personality:
Due to reasons that will be discussed in the bottom portion, Eve has a very skewed and vague sense of gender identity. He is as close to a being an 'it' as mentally possible. In general, because he does not have a strong sense of self he is easily pliable and submissive, which makes him quite inconspicuous and able to fade in and out of places. Strangely enough, he is often quite hard to take advantage of as he often second-guess at the motives behind someone's purpose for interaction with him - and (as you can guess) as most of them are negative, they leave him with a low-ish sense of self worth.
He stutters when he talks, but it will vanish with increasing familiarity and / or conversation intensity.
However, there are some things that he has an iron clad view of, and will absolutely not budge upon. Although, in general, he really does not have a good idea of the 'powers that be,' he feels that he is here for a reason and will strictly abide by what is he supposed to do, and will do it, until his sentence is apparently over and he is free to go back into the free world. Thus, although he doesn't have any sort of sadistic side to him that will randomly pop out, he, essentially, plays to win. Or, in even more simple terms: he obeys.
He is shy, and often is conscious about people pointing out his eye patch and will often hastily try to divert their attention from it. Once engaged in conversation however, it is easy for him to forget who he is talking to so long as conversation is lively and distracting. While speaking, it will become clear he talks due to interesting subject matter and often does not have clear opinions on a topic, one way or another.
Likes: Mild tasting foods (can't handle anything with too strong of a flavour), Quietness, Books, Wide views, Cleaning floors, Wiping down toilets, Daydreaming, Daydreaming, Dreaming, Daydreaming, Taking his time, the Sky, people who will talk to him and be friendly, Chinese music, his Caretaker's broom and bucket. He really loves his mop.
Dislikes: Loud places, being startled. Seriously, he doesn't like loud places.
Some old literature
Fighting Style: Steal, steal, steal!
[[ Deadman ONLY ]]
Deadman Nickname: The Magpie.
Branch of Sin Name: Scorpio
Branch of Sin Ability:
Steal, steal, steal! The main object of affection is, of course, blood. Being an AB blood type, often referred to as the 'universal acceptor,' Eve's style is to use a tail of blood (much like a scorpion) as a universal attack and defense tool. The tip of the tail has a small air pocket inside that can be used to expand it into a shield (the more it is expanded, the weaker it gets, of course), or into a tiny stabbing instrument. The hidden strength to this, of course, is that a tiny air tunnel runs from the incision (this 'tail' can be made from any part of the body so long as there is a cut) into the wound - if the tip is formed into a stabbing instrument of medium thickness, it can act as a syringe or blood pump - by forcing a vacuum to form in the internals of the tail, blood can be forcibly sucked from whatever the 'syringe' is in contact with to replenish his own blood supply.
In general, the long or more expansive the tail is, the weaker it is due to it being stretched thin. Thus, although Eve could technically shoot the tail out over a long distance to drain an opponent, at that range it is pencil thin and snapped easily - the weakness of this style is that the tail is brittle and not soft or easily reformable. Following from this, it is easier for Eve to often drain puddles of blood that will lay around the Carnival arena instead of directly going for the opponent.
A drawback to this particular technique is that manipulating such a complex device requires so much concentration, he may only have one out at any given time. In trying to confuse people, he has been practicing at making the tail make jagged and acute, angular turns instead of the customary smooth arc that scorpions tend to strike with. He hopes this will give him an edge in future battles.
History: Separated into major time periods for your convenience!
Childhood! Fortunately, (not taking shortcuts here, but I detest Mary-Sue's as much as anyone), Youko's childhood was quite plain and spotty, thank you very much. He had his childhood friends, grew up in a middle class area, went to a normal elementary and middle school, and did all those uneventfully, passing with good grades (A's, generally). During the disaster, which happened when he was but 6 years old, he and his family managed to escape, which explains why he continued to live normally. However, one of his closest childhood friends, his 'personality anchor', died tragically (with him around to watch the whole thing), and that left a scar which was buried infinitely deep within his psyche - it's possible that most of his problems start from here.
- Explanation of gender confusion -> Throughout his life, his parents were, characteristically, extremely busy Japanese salarymen/women. Therefore, he spent about equal time with both, but always on an individual basis (they worked separate shifts most of the time, save for the rare, happy days when they had holidays off). Essentially, his father and mother each had their own stereotypical ideas of bringing him up - except reversed! His dad would croon over him and dress him up in pretty clothes, take him shopping, to eat sweet foods and go to parks. His mother was strict, and insisted on plain clothing, martial arts classes, and doing sports, all that. So through two conflicting ways of upbringing, his sense of gender self was .. to say the least, pulverized into an unrecognizable form.
Teenage angst! Youko took the high school exams just like everyone else, and entered a good (but not the best) high school. His appearance and personality caused a local fuss, but nothing big enough to generate school wide sensations. Still, he made friends, and he did the whole normal high school bit, so he was quite happy, in general.
The kicker, as it's called, happened one day when he was riding on a subway to school with his friends. The alarms suddenly sounded, and the subway grounded to a halt, the lights flickering on and off. With no warning, the roof of the subway caved in, and in floated the 'Red Man,' with his swirling chains of hexagons. Following his entrance, everyone promptly died, sliced up into eety beety bits. Of course, Eve, terrified with a scoop of shock and confusion thrown on top, didn't know what was going on [and was alive to feel this shock]. He stayed conscious long enough to have the Blood Diamond jammed into his right shoulder, before fainting, waking up in a courtroom, and being sentenced to Life [and possibly death, while his sentence was being reviewed].
Being Fe bars x Eve managed to coast through much of the shock of dead people and so forth, as well as the oddly accelerated judicial process, by simply not taking notice of it at all. By the time he was aware of anything, he was already behind a simple iron bar door, sharing a bunk with someone, grasping a bag with all his essentials and his first three days worth of anti-poison candy. Not knowing what to really do, he spent his first stint hopping to and from jobs, as always failing at the ones that required human interaction. He got enough money for a the candies, and spent the rest of it idling buy, getting some good food and a good book whenever he had anything left over. Of course, he wasn't stupid - it was obvious things like the obstacle race clearly had a danger coefficient, and he learned to stay out of events like that, preferring to earn his bits the long and hard way.
His last one, working at a bar, turned out nasty when he was assaulted, late at night, by a drunk, rich tycoon (e.g. CP-man) who had mistaken his one piece suit for a dress, and thus, a girl. Waking up later, he only had enough time to look at what seemed like a dry husk of a man before he felt sick, deathly sick, and was taken to the hospital.
There, he was treated for alcohol poisoning, as well as what seemed like a serious case of high blood pressure. The doctors were forced to bleed him like a balloon with blood, and he spent the next week pissing it out, nutsting it out, and vomiting it out. As it turned out, he had absorbed almost all of the man's blood through his scorpion's tale, and had poisoned himself with the sudden infusion of huge amounts of blood (bordering on an excess of nearly 2 litres). Of course, his actions were recorded on the ever-present cameras, and he was quickly towed away down to Sector G and placed within a cabin. He has yet to fight his first fight, but in the meantime he mops the halls of Sector G, being *extremely* careful not to wake up any of the occupants, less he should die ...
Sample RP:
Eve hummed as he swept down his clean floor [his floor], echoing some long lost melody as he dragged his somewhat soggy and filthy mop across it's already shiny tiles. The splat of the mop, and the dripping sounds of the water as he squeezed it out into his bucket, echoed sloppily across the empty walkway, where prisoners often hung out during the day.
Ever since his reassignment to night shift, a few days a week, he had been perpetually tired, but dared not sleep but for a few minutes for fear of the cameras and the Warden's ever watching eye. There wasn't really much to do anyways - somehow, all the dirty was gone by the time he arrived, so his only job was to catch the little bits that had been left behind and to avoid waking up whoever was sleeping in the near vicinity - it had happened, and he had been very scared.
As he took his mop out of the bucket, it banged inadvertently on the plastic edge, sending a loudish -pop!- across the hallway. He squeaked loudly, hugging the mop handle and looking up and down the hallway quickly, making sure no one had heard or seen. When a few minutes had passed, he finally sighed and moved onwards, using the mop to push his bucket forward. He was going to have to change the water soon, and had no idea where the next janitorial station lay ...
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