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 Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 1:15 pm
XIII Halloween XIII accepted
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 9:30 pm
CHIMERAS PROFILE  BASIC INFO
Gaia Name: allestrange
RPC Name: Asuka Takahashi
RPC Rank: none
RPC Hybrid: Human and Draco Lizard
RPC Main Ability: Aerial locomotion || (long-distance gliding or short-distance, low-altitude levitation).
RPC Gender: Female
Personality: Asuka's personality is very much like any human's in that it fluctuates with circumstance. When she's not sad, she's very happy, and thrilled about the world. She always sees the glass as half-full, and looks forward to discovering where the other half went... or finishing off the rest of the glass' contents so it's completely full of air. When she's sad, Asuka cries. She doesn't whine or whimper, or even sob; she pours tears, and really lets out her wails of pain, whether physical or emotional. Typically, however, Asuka's demeanor is quite callous. She cares very little for anything other than herself and her own pride. Because of her vanity, she is obsessively clean and elegantly dressed. One never can tell when she'll find something of interest, but it is always guaranteed whatever the creature or object, it's beautiful --to her.
City: New Hiessgart
ABILITIES AND WEAPONS
Special Abilities: Adhesion || (van der Waals force)
Abilities: Agility, Endurance
Weapons: Asuka's body is primarily human with two arms and two legs. She is able to use any weapons with which a human is capable after proper training, but prefers to refrain from hurting someone. She wants, very badly, to learn alchemy, her "father's" weapon.
Accessories: Asuka always dresses as elegantly as possible, and is even willing to steal clothing, jewelry, and makeup for adornment. It is her desire to portray beauty and royalty.
Tattoos/Marks/Scars: In addition to being a complete central heterochromatic, Asuka has a small beauty mark under her left eye.
BIO/HISTORY
Past Family: Asuka's creator is a former State Alchemist who fled the State shortly after creating her. Asuka was told her "father" is gone, and is being searched for. She does not recall much of either her human life or her reptilian life before being subject to Life Alchemy resulting in her chimeric alterations.
History: Ballroom theatre alight, strings play elegantly amid the bourgeois, and before a full audience, women and men dance along a stage stretching from one side of the room to another. As the chords strike, a long-limbed, small-framed woman glides across the softwood floors, arm in arm with her troupe. Equally elegant young girls adorned with form-fitting, frilled outfits carry each other through a bustling crowd of costumed dancers, hair pulled back tightly into a bun, and makeup flawless.
"The ballet is lovely this year," proud business owners proclaim to themselves while spectating from the audience. Loud music fills the hall while faces of playgoers smile in delight. "So lovely."
Just smile. Watch the audience. Smile. No, cry. It's a sad piece. Damn it, dance! Asuka's most difficult decisions in life were whether or not to audition for a part, but she'd always decided to, so that wasn't much of a decision at all. Her body was lithe, but beaten from years of dancing. Her face and form were precisely rigid or exactly loose as necessary for a performance, but never not what she was told. Now back, now forward, now leap. Head down at a three-quarter down-diagonal-forward angle. She ran every step, every glance, every motion in her thoughts, paying more attention to the technicality behind her movements than the performance itself. Thank goodness; it's over. Her chest pounds heavily from breathing so hard. Asuka's face draws a smile, and she exhales with the fade of instrumental beauty. The orchestra has set her pace, and gave the dancer's their queue to end.
All the performing team take their places at center stage, each side by side. Now bow, Asuka thinks to herself while gracefully leaning toward the audience alongside her troupe. The stars take their applause, then Asuka and the remaining dancers follow. Every performer disperses behind large, beige curtains, pullied in front of black draperies and tapestries designed to hide the bodies behind them. "Good job, everyone," a gentleman's voice declares backstage. He claps slightly amid the uproar and applause of every spectator. "Wonderfully performed. You've all made me so very proud." A smile spread across his wrinkled, pale face, slightly hidden by salt and pepper hair a little longer than most men's.
As the night came to an end, each dancer left the building, one after the other. Trickling stagehands and theatre players and even a few of the congregation depart shortly after the crowds, but even in the darkness, one body remains. I should have smiled then. I'm not paying enough attention. I was breathing too heavy, and it hurt my performance. The blonde, standing alone in a dark, empty hall, relaxed and loosened her hair, allowing it to fall past her waist. Her makeup cleaned from her face removed the mask she'd worn to awe and inspire. She always criticized herself harshly after a performance, and felt it with good reason. Asuka's nature is a perfectionist, but she's far from perfect. The lights are out. A realisation that came all too late. I'd better go.
That was the last night Asuka was human. She remembers the music --almost exactly. She doesn't know why, but also remembers the dance, just the way she performed it. The city of the performance, even the other performers are gone to her, and everything before that enchanting evening. I know who I am. I'm that girl in the picture, she thought, passing a posted playbill, featuring a finely dressed woman, crafted to perfection. I'm... I'm a princess. Or a queen. Maybe something less royal. I'm a duchess. I know I'm a duchess, why else would I be dressed this way? Like the image, Asuka's adorned body was decorated by a voluminous gown inappropriate for daily wear, and costume jewelry obviously cheap to anyone who knew better.
Her troubled thoughts flowed freely as she glided through her performance against the cold stone floors of a seemingly abandoned room. Now leap! She forgot the ground existed for just a moment, spreading her rubbery, rib-barbed wings, and taking flight just off the ground, and only briefly. It was so natural, she never thought to question whether they'd always been there or not.
"Ma'am," a new, unfamiliar, faint voice called out to the oblivious, lost girl. Her lonely performance was interrupted, but she appreciated what was misinterpreted as an audience. "Miss. Are you alone in here?" What Asuka thought to be a single questioning passerby turned out instead to be several military agents. The officers confiscated works of incredible detail from adjacent rooms, pulled away tables, desks, chairs, and other furnishings of clear evidence of foul play, and detained the young, dancing girl for questioning. Hours of investigation later, State Alchemists were assigned to the position of Asuka's case. Her memories were little more than a blur of a tattered dream.
"Let her go," an alchemist said. "She has no idea. Chimera like her are no threat. She barely knows the human language. She can learn, but it'll take a lot longer than a normal human to remember." The blue-coat, pocket watch wielding agent sighed, walking to the door. "You're free to go," he said calmly. "When we find your 'father', we'll let you know. In the mean time, stay out of trouble." That was it. The open door was the passage to a vast, endless world where everything was new... again. Every experience would be a collected memory of a new experience for the first time... all over again.
Asuka wept. She fell to the floor, and flooded her eyes and face with the first tears she'd ever remembered having. She cried for hours, uncertain of her life and direction. She knew no one, and had no idea where to go. All she knew was everything she was told by the alchemist who let her go. She knew she was made the way she is by a man who once worked for the State, and fled. She knew what was done to her, and how. She knew she was defenseless against the incredible biases of the world. She knew she was no longer as graceful, or elegant, or enchanting, so she'd need to learn to be.
"Welcome to Central; have a good day." The doors of her detainment were closed behind her as she left the custody of the military. Asuka was an adult child in need of education.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 7:17 pm
allestrange accepted love the detail
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