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bipolar bee

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PostPosted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:26 am


DEUS EX MACHINA PERSONNEL FORM

The Hunter
Name: Sasha Antoinette Belrose
Nicknames: --
Gender: Female.
Age: 21

Category: Life.

The Weapon
Name: Chara
Nicknames: Char, Songbird.
Type of Weapon: A pair of meathooks - the hooks themselves are shaped like the toes of an owl's foot. Instead of one hook, each grip has three hooks. (Or two, I don't want her to run around looking like Wolverine or something like that. XD If that still looks wonky, I'm totally fine with working with one hook as shown in the ref.) Right hand side ref for feet, all other embellishments are left to colorists discretion. I'd love to see some brilliant color used in her design, iridescent, peacock-colors; purple/green/blue especially. Desummoned form: a small silver hairpin in the shape of a treble clef decorated with a few gems that mimic Chara's weapon colors.
Former species of weapon: Alkonost.
Gender: Female.


Personalities:
The Hunter:
Sasha has always needed to be told what to do. Taking orders is something she does very well, and when it comes to picking up a job or a task, Sasha is always there, first in line - right behind the leader. A born follower, Sasha doesn't mind taking second place or doing the nasty jobs that nobody else wants to do; in fact, she seems to thrive on these things. Sasha will do it because she has been told to do it. She focuses on tasks very well, oftentimes with a single-minded tenacity that could be considered off-putting. Even the most mundane or horrifying mission is exciting and awe-inspiring to Sasha as long as she has something to do.

She can sometimes come off as being either very needy or very high-strung depending on the circumstances. Sasha is not necessarily go, go, go! - she's just at her best when she has something to focus on, be it missions, writing, helping someone, washing latrines, babysitting pods, whatever. Sasha will never be found sitting around doing nothing.

Sasha, while something of a drone when it comes to menial tasks, is still very artistic at heart. She adores music and singing, poetry and painting. These skills were very important to her father and thus they became very important to Sasha. She knows her way around the flute and the violin (should she ever come into contact with them again), but most of all, Sasha loves to paint.

Sasha's perception of the world is slightly skewed. She led a rather sheltered upbringing in the sense that she did not spend much time away from the watchful gaze of her father, and this seems to tint everything in the world with brackish, rose-colored glasses. Because of this, it is sometimes difficult for Sasha to realize when someone is being mean to her or lashing out at her. She isn't completely socially retarded, but it is highly likely that there are always going to be people that she doesn't completely get along with. Sasha was not allowed many friends while growing up, so she has a tendency to latch on to those she perceives as leaders, especially after the loss of her father.

Simply put, Sasha does not have 'daddy issues' in the conventional sense of the term. She is not sexually aggressive let alone sexually inclined, she does not flirt voraciously, and she is not clingy in the sense that she craves physical attention. Sasha merely needs direction, someone to tell her what to do, and someone to make sure that she follows through on any given task, not that it is ever a problem.

The Weapon
Above all, Chara is a bossy git. Now, if Chara's demands are being met she has a quiet and unobtrusive tone, a gentle way of speaking. If Sasha does not immediately bend to Chara's will, the Alkonost will screech and scream in a monstrous temper tantrum. There are times where Chara can be quite demanding, but as long as her needs are catered to, Chara remains a sweet and charming little songbird. Chara does adore her 'shinies' like most any bird, and she is oftentimes distracted by these things (jewelry, gems, bits of foil, coins, pretty rocks) at the worst possible times (i.e. during spars/battles).

Together
Chara is quite thrilled with Sasha because Sasha is not afraid to stroke Chara's enormous ego. Chara does not take Sasha to task when the young woman fails at her missions or duties simply because Chara adores Sasha so - or perhaps she only adores the way that Sasha treats her. Sasha does not mind letting Chara take control - in fact, if the Alkonost was a timid and meek little beastie the duo would have a terrible time of it. Overall they have a rather amicable relationship purely because Sasha allows Chara to be the boss.

Why did your human character choose to become a Hunter?
Sasha's father was the epitome of strict. He was an utter and complete hard-a**. Sasha could play the flute quite charmingly, paint beautiful landscapes on canvas and passably sing by the age of 12. She was home-schooled by her father - it was as if he did not trust the education of his prodigal daughter to the distasteful public school. Needless to say, Sasha did not have the most traditional of educations - her teacher was her drunk of a father who drilled into her the importance of expressing her creativity. When Sasha spoke of the voices she heard or the flickers of shadow in the deepest recesses of her closet, the girl did not speak of them with fear. However, while Sasha relished in the late-night conversations with disembodied voices, her father was not so fond of them. Perhaps she heard the voices because she was quite the enigmatic child... or perhaps she heard the voices because she was open to hearing them. It didn't matter to Sasha's father - this facet of her personality was kept tightly under wraps, and the girl was never allowed to explore it. After a time she kept the interactions secret. They only served to upset her dearest papa, and that was something that Sasha could not bear.

When Sasha's father died three days before her 21st birthday, Sasha was lost. Not only had she lost her beloved father, but she'd also lost something that was even more important to the young woman. Structure. Orders. Tasks. A purpose.

When approached by a recruiter for Deus Ex, Sasha did not hesitate to sign on.

Weapon Ability Talon Serenade: Using the Swift Strikes mechanics, upon reaching the proper charge, Chara sings a small aria to Sasha and Sasha is able to repeatedly attack in the most relentless of ways - if their attack is successful.

Physical Description:
Eye Colour: Pale silver-blue.
Hair Colour/Style: Black. Very black. Very long and often kept loose - straight or curly/wavy, doesn't matter.
Skin Colour: Pale. See hair ref for skin tone color. Pinkish cheeks.
Clothing Style/Colours: CC, honestly. No jeans. Feminine, light colors.
Extra:
References: Maybe this type of jacket/dress/shoes combination, though differently colored - was thinking something like this, with simple gray or silver flats.
PostPosted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 10:29 am


SOLO

"No. It's wrong. All wrong, Sasha. You are not using the whole canvas. The whole canvas, Sasha."

The girl, at the tender age of nine, did not so much as flinch when her beloved papa rapped her knuckles with the shaft of the paintbrush he'd been using. No, flinching would only give cause for another hard tap of the wooden handle against her already stinging knuckles. Instead the girl merely rubbed her knuckles with the palm of her opposite hand as she peered thoughtfully at the canvas before her. She'd been doing well, or so she'd thought.

"But papa, I --"

"Sasha."

That voice. That voice had the power to strike fear in Sasha's heart, and she knew she'd pushed him almost too far. She tried so hard to please him in all she did, and when he took that tone... Sasha's heart sank. He sounded sad and upset at the same time, and it was strange that such a thing could even happen. How could someone be angry and sad at the same time? It was the same question that came into her mind when he cuffed her for speaking out, or when she missed a note on the flute or when her voice was a little off-tune as she sang. He always said he was doing it because he loved her, that he wanted the best for her, and Sasha believed him. She only needed to focus, to pay attention, to do better. He loved her, always and forever.

Even when he drank.

When he drank, he was a force to be reckoned with. When he drank, Sasha hid herself away. When he drank... he called out for his wife. Her mother. Sasha had never met her mother; the woman had died not long after Sasha's birth. Papa never spoke of it, of her, unless he was drunk - which was happening more and more often. It was rare that he was sober these days, and so more and more often Sasha would find herself cleaning up after him, wiping the vomit from his chin and cheeks. When he roused from his drunken stupor, it would be back to schooling: song, art, instruments.

"Yes, papa. I will do better."

"Good. And no more of these shadows, hmm? These voices? You know how much these things upset your papa, my sweetest dove."

Sasha watched him take a long pull from the flask he kept near at all times. "Yes, papa."

"Very good. Now paint. Papa would have you sing for him later, perhaps after supper."

"Yes, papa."


- - - - - - - - - -


Two days.

It had been two days, five hours, twenty-four minutes and ....eight, nine, ten seconds since Sasha had come home from painting in the park to find her papa dead. They'd carted him away in a bag - a bag that was more suited for rubbish than it was for her beloved papa's body. Two days of quiet, silent solitude that roared in her ears like the rushing waves at the beach. Two days that she'd sat in the small hovel-like home that they'd resorted to living in. Painting didn't pay much, and papa hadn't been working - what little money they did have had gone to paying for papa's vices. Alcohol did not come cheap, and many days Sasha had forgone food in order to make sure that her papa had what he needed to keep his withered, deteriorating body going.

Suddenly everything had come to a swift, screeching halt.

The first day had not been too bad. Sasha had spent most of the day out of the house, her paintings echoing the fear and pain in her heart. She'd made a little bit of cash, bought a little bit of food. Sasha had forced herself to eat before she allowed herself to curl up in bed with the cool blankets pulled up to her chin. She slept fitfully, waking up periodically throughout the night when she thought she heard her papa's voice, or his footsteps or even that bright, brusque laugh that seemed to come so unwillingly.

The second day, Sasha was forced to handle the harsh reality that her papa was gone, and she was alone. Most of the day was spent listlessly peering out of windows. What should she do? What could she do? There was nothing more to accomplish - she'd painted because papa had wished it of her, she'd sang because papa had taught her how, she'd played her little instruments because papa had demanded it. Sasha had always had a taskmaster and now, living without one? There was no rush of freedom or the thrilling realization that she could do whatever she wanted because there was nobody around to tell her that she could not. Simply put, Sasha was lost.

Purposeless.

Late on the evening of the second night, the voices returned. Burning and evil, hollow and chilling. Those voices remained with her until she was approached by a mysterious man who offered her an opportunity. It was an opportunity that Sasha could not turn down - a chance to actually explore the voices and visions she'd had... but more importantly, an opportunity for a purpose once more.

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PostPosted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 5:48 pm


//Deus Ex Machina Entry Form 02.09.12

//Name: Sasha Antoinette Belrose
//Gender: Female
// Entry level: Trainee
//Status: Sleeping Beauty
//Clearance: Approved for entry
PostPosted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 10:07 am


lizbot
//Deus Ex Machina Entry Form 02.09.12

//Name: Sasha Antoinette Belrose
//Gender: Female
// Entry level: Trainee
//Status: Sleeping Beauty
//Clearance: Approved for entry


Updating to let you know that I didn't realize that Kai's hunter Eva has a weapon named Chara, so I'm working on finding a new name before weapon solo time!

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