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Player's Name: Steahl
Contact info: Veldrin Dalharil on AIM, or steahl@yahoo.com
DW: septenary_soul
Character: 7
Canon: 9 (movie)
Version: Movie
Canon Point: Pre-canon
Age: Pointless. 7 was created from electronics, metal, fabric, body memory and part of a soul. Her components age as such materials do, and she came to life knowing many of the fundamentals infants learn such as language and motility. She didn't have a reason to keep track of years after she awoke and aided her fellows.
Gender: Female
History: The world was at war when 7 awoke. The sky was overcast and dim, explosions and screaming echoed constantly between the brownstone walls, and everything was so very much bigger than she was. Than they were. The Machine had moved against Humanity and she was born right in the middle of it. She awoke to the kindly face of 2, helping her sit up, and the sour face of 1already judging her and her worth...
...and they had to leave. She knew of no reason to tell them she couldn't, 1 had decided it wasn't safe and they had to withdraw to a location less likely to be smashed to bits by a bomb or burned by fire. As she rose, as she moved, memory drifted into her mind; memory not her own.
And what was she? Machine? Human? No, certainly not. Something else, born for After.
Of course there was an After. The world moved on after all, even if the creatures upon it did not. She knew what she was though, she was a protector. A scout. She had the urge to search, to seek, to find the safe paths for the others she had awoken among. Not an easy task for a battlefield, and that was what the world outside was. They were in the open when The Machine launched it's final strike on the world; a horrid gas that made life wither and die away.
All life.
The plants withered and died away, the humans coughed and choked out the last of their lives, and even the birds fell from the sky. She watched them fall, those winged creatures, standing in the open while 1 huddled under his shelter and tried to call her in. In time the twins joined her, recording the fall of the world from chaos to ash. The passing of reality from human hands to their own of copper and steel.
Their world was not safe though. Creatures created by The Machine still prowled the land, eager to hunt down and destroy any life but their own; and more 1 went insane with fear. She knew of no other way to put it. Their nominal leader wanted to sit and wait out the patience and existence of a machine. And he had made a pet enforcer of 8, a bully of a creature that enjoyed displaying his strength against the weaker.
It was not a place for her, or the twins who were frequent targets. She needed to be out in the world, making it safer, and she needed her siblings, the twins, to be safe. Six wouldn't come with them when she took them out into the night but...she'd come back. She'd check on him. The place she found for the twins was perfect, a place they could research history without fear, where they could catalog and record in safety. And she...went out into the surrounding world. To hunt, to clean up, to do what she could to ensure the safety of those she cared about. The sun bleached her, the wind scoured her, and she gathered her share of stitched scars, but she liked her life. It was a good one. She made a difference.
Personality: 7 is the only female to manifest from the soul of their creator, and as such she apparently received all of the maternal and protective instinct. She abhors bullies and feels an undeniable need to protect the vulnerable, the weak, and the young seeming. Those among their numbers that awoke as special, as young, as unconnected to reality in a way? She needed to protect them. Protecting the rest was secondary; they were grown and capable of keeping themselves alive should it come to that.
Outside the need to protect and the dedication to her small family, 7 is a loner. She thinks, and operates, best when she can be moving and not worrying about the safety of others. Motion helps problems resolve themselves in her mind and as a consequence she has become an incredibly fit young woman. She has more stamina than her fellow numbers and an almost uncanny ability to evaluate a situation and react. In a fight she can analyze and pinpoint weaknesses that she, at her size, can effect without unnecessary sacrifice.
In fights she is fearless, more than willing to be the first, and only target, if it keeps other safe. This does not mean she doesn't know fear at all though. She can be afraid, she is simply not ruled by it. She is a woman of deep emotion, she cares to a fault and will run away from emotional situations in order to buy herself space and time to think about it. She will always return though, when she has settled her own heart.
She always returns.
She has to. She has to check in on her family. To make sure they are safe and well. She has to make sure nothing new has arisen to threaten them and that no new insanity has placed them in danger. The numbers are hers and as such she carries out battle in their name. She wants to give them the world.
A safe world.
Fears: Chief among any other fear 7 fears leaving the twins without a protector. She fears that they, her people, will die and fade away leaving the world to the machines, and she fears that somehow she will be traced back to the others. She rarely fears for herself, death means little to her as long as her death means something.
That said, without the context of her world and the support and care of the people who love her? 7 is a broken, lost doll. She is driven and defined by the twin caretaker drive and exploration drive. Removed from her support system she will worry. She will worry, she will fret, and slowly drive herself sick with the need to get back home.
One way in which this obsession with returning home can and will be mitigated or slowed will be in finding people who need a protector, even an eight inch protector. She is a very physical person, she touches people that matter in order to reassure herself that they are real and alright.
And when they are not 'alright' she will have a great deal of adjusting to do. She is a creature of cloth, metal, wood, and electronics. Her body is infused with energy, her cloth skin can 'hurt' just like human skin, when she is torn she feels pain. She does not bleed however, and beings that do so are going to disturb her, immensely. Bleeding is hard to fix after all. Stitching does not cure bruising and in essence, living creatures are so much more fragile than she is.
She will be living in a terrifying world of delicate creatures from her history. Creatures that wiped themselves out, and a part of her will be convinced that these beings are going to insure their own destruction if she does not somehow convince them to do otherwise. Watching the extinction of an entire ecosystem leaves a mark after all. Stranger still, the enemies in this setting will more often than not bleed as well. The monsters and enemies will have weaknesses she does not understand and needs such as hunger, where in her own world the monsters are driven by the commands given to them such as 'hunt' or 'destroy' and 'find'. She will have to study, observe, and research these new enemies.
There will be plants. She is not afraid of plants per say, but...they are alien, and amazing, and green. There will be times when she allows herself to be very, very distracted by the fact that there is a plant, even a houseplant, nearby. She may even choose to defend said plants against harm if they are near combat.
As time goes by 7 will begin to wish, desperately, that the people who matter to her were there and present. The twins would be amazed by this world, they'd catalogue every nuance of it, and having 2, 5, and 6 present would greatly settle her nerves. Without them though...she will begin to wonder if she died. This world could very well be some version of Purgatory or Hell. She is not of a theological bent herself, but she always listened when the twins wanted to share something, and both of the little ones had read and recorded anything they could get their hands on. That included liturgical works. Given how they created 7 knows that the Soul exists...and who is to say the humans were wrong about some half-life after death?
A world of punishment and horror? She could very well believe she was in a Hell.
Finally, she can get reaction shakes and the need to close her eyes against horror. Everything in the world is bigger than her; but she tends to get shakes and panting after a battle rather than before or during.
Weaknesses: 7 has many weaknesses. Her eyes are electronic and therefore her sight can be effected by magnetic fields and electromagnetic pulses. She is also EIGHT INCHES TALL. All the fierceness in the world cannot compensate for existing in a world of giants. Pulsing or strobe lights can cause an overload in her 'brain' which can cause paralysis or a hypnotized state. Also, her soul, her 'being' as it were, is a seed soul (part of a soul that was cleaved in order to provide the basis of a new soul) so it can be 'unset'. She can, in short, be easily possessed or displaced by a soul or ghost that is willful enough to displace her.
Mundane Strengths/Abilities: 7 is incredibly flexible and quick thinking. She is violent when necessary and immune to drowning/gas inhalants/suffocation due to the fact that she only breathes when needing to speak. 7 also has no need to eat. She has a heart beat which coincides with the electrical current through her body (alternating current not direct current). She experiences 'adrenaline' surges and emotional surges that simulate bodily hormonal shifts due to the fact that her initial template is based on human. They are not chemical adjustments but electronic parodies.
She feels pain. The current running through her body suffuses all aspects of it. A rip or tear in her skin hurts, a broken hand or leg joint is excruciating, and replacements will take time for her to 'feel' again. In essence, when being repaired, it may take days or weeks for the numbness in the new body part to wear off.
7 'sleeps' for a few hours every couple of days. This a low energy state where she rests and stops thinking for a while, since anyone who doesn't rest in one way or another will eventually drive themselves insane or worse. She can delay these rest periods as necessary for a time but her stress levels will amp up if she does so too long.
Also? She is EIGHT INCHES TALL. There are many things a tiny person can do as opposed to a large person.
Sensitivity/Magical Ability: Given the provenance of her soul, 7 is sensitive to souls and can see them with greater clarity than most. Ghosts and drifting spirits appear in greater detail than they usually would. Otherwise she has no magical ability.
Supply List: 1 bird skull and feather helmet. 1 rope belt. 1 carbon steel tipped spear/glaive.
Game Transfers: N/A
Sample RP post: The first thing that struck her was the cleanliness. This world was clean, orderly, and most importantly it was structurally intact. No weak and dusty sunlight filtered through the walls and the floor beneath her feet was smooth and even. She shifted her grip on her spear and listened. Sometimes the creatures in her world could project images, fantasies woven from film and light, but they never held up well against all the senses.
One heart beat.
Two.
Twelve.
There was nothing. Not the sift and crumble of unstable walls settling or even the brief, chitter and skitter of a creature perching in a corner and projecting. Nothing moved. Nothing shifted at all. And there wasn't even the mild fizzle and pop of electronics behind a lens.
Eventually she moved again, dragging the tip of her spear lightly along the nearest wall. The sharp tip left a scratch, physical proof that this wasn't an image or illusion, and that...complicated things. It complicated things a great deal. There was nothing for it but to make some noise, see what responded. That should give her some clue as to the situation. “Hello?” she called softly. The walls swallowed the noise as a matter of course though, thick, solid, and unyielding. It would take a great deal more than the tentative hail of a doll to reach beyond them.
She didn't like wondering what new form of monster was just around the corner waiting to pounce. She didn't like the solid occlusion of these walls and the closed in feel they created. Even the sanctuary she'd found for the twins didn't feel enclosed. It didn't feel like a trap.
This did.
A trap and a danger and alien. Most certainly alien. Fine. With an annoyed growl at herself to struck her spear loudly across the nearest vent grate. It drew sparks, but more importantly it made a horrid screeching noise. “HELLO?” If this was truly a trap better it was sprung early, and not even thick, unburnt walls could swallow down that level of noise.
No.
This time she'd be heard.
Contact info: Veldrin Dalharil on AIM, or steahl@yahoo.com
DW: septenary_soul
Character: 7
Canon: 9 (movie)
Version: Movie
Canon Point: Pre-canon
Age: Pointless. 7 was created from electronics, metal, fabric, body memory and part of a soul. Her components age as such materials do, and she came to life knowing many of the fundamentals infants learn such as language and motility. She didn't have a reason to keep track of years after she awoke and aided her fellows.
Gender: Female
History: The world was at war when 7 awoke. The sky was overcast and dim, explosions and screaming echoed constantly between the brownstone walls, and everything was so very much bigger than she was. Than they were. The Machine had moved against Humanity and she was born right in the middle of it. She awoke to the kindly face of 2, helping her sit up, and the sour face of 1already judging her and her worth...
...and they had to leave. She knew of no reason to tell them she couldn't, 1 had decided it wasn't safe and they had to withdraw to a location less likely to be smashed to bits by a bomb or burned by fire. As she rose, as she moved, memory drifted into her mind; memory not her own.
And what was she? Machine? Human? No, certainly not. Something else, born for After.
Of course there was an After. The world moved on after all, even if the creatures upon it did not. She knew what she was though, she was a protector. A scout. She had the urge to search, to seek, to find the safe paths for the others she had awoken among. Not an easy task for a battlefield, and that was what the world outside was. They were in the open when The Machine launched it's final strike on the world; a horrid gas that made life wither and die away.
All life.
The plants withered and died away, the humans coughed and choked out the last of their lives, and even the birds fell from the sky. She watched them fall, those winged creatures, standing in the open while 1 huddled under his shelter and tried to call her in. In time the twins joined her, recording the fall of the world from chaos to ash. The passing of reality from human hands to their own of copper and steel.
Their world was not safe though. Creatures created by The Machine still prowled the land, eager to hunt down and destroy any life but their own; and more 1 went insane with fear. She knew of no other way to put it. Their nominal leader wanted to sit and wait out the patience and existence of a machine. And he had made a pet enforcer of 8, a bully of a creature that enjoyed displaying his strength against the weaker.
It was not a place for her, or the twins who were frequent targets. She needed to be out in the world, making it safer, and she needed her siblings, the twins, to be safe. Six wouldn't come with them when she took them out into the night but...she'd come back. She'd check on him. The place she found for the twins was perfect, a place they could research history without fear, where they could catalog and record in safety. And she...went out into the surrounding world. To hunt, to clean up, to do what she could to ensure the safety of those she cared about. The sun bleached her, the wind scoured her, and she gathered her share of stitched scars, but she liked her life. It was a good one. She made a difference.
Personality: 7 is the only female to manifest from the soul of their creator, and as such she apparently received all of the maternal and protective instinct. She abhors bullies and feels an undeniable need to protect the vulnerable, the weak, and the young seeming. Those among their numbers that awoke as special, as young, as unconnected to reality in a way? She needed to protect them. Protecting the rest was secondary; they were grown and capable of keeping themselves alive should it come to that.
Outside the need to protect and the dedication to her small family, 7 is a loner. She thinks, and operates, best when she can be moving and not worrying about the safety of others. Motion helps problems resolve themselves in her mind and as a consequence she has become an incredibly fit young woman. She has more stamina than her fellow numbers and an almost uncanny ability to evaluate a situation and react. In a fight she can analyze and pinpoint weaknesses that she, at her size, can effect without unnecessary sacrifice.
In fights she is fearless, more than willing to be the first, and only target, if it keeps other safe. This does not mean she doesn't know fear at all though. She can be afraid, she is simply not ruled by it. She is a woman of deep emotion, she cares to a fault and will run away from emotional situations in order to buy herself space and time to think about it. She will always return though, when she has settled her own heart.
She always returns.
She has to. She has to check in on her family. To make sure they are safe and well. She has to make sure nothing new has arisen to threaten them and that no new insanity has placed them in danger. The numbers are hers and as such she carries out battle in their name. She wants to give them the world.
A safe world.
Fears: Chief among any other fear 7 fears leaving the twins without a protector. She fears that they, her people, will die and fade away leaving the world to the machines, and she fears that somehow she will be traced back to the others. She rarely fears for herself, death means little to her as long as her death means something.
That said, without the context of her world and the support and care of the people who love her? 7 is a broken, lost doll. She is driven and defined by the twin caretaker drive and exploration drive. Removed from her support system she will worry. She will worry, she will fret, and slowly drive herself sick with the need to get back home.
One way in which this obsession with returning home can and will be mitigated or slowed will be in finding people who need a protector, even an eight inch protector. She is a very physical person, she touches people that matter in order to reassure herself that they are real and alright.
And when they are not 'alright' she will have a great deal of adjusting to do. She is a creature of cloth, metal, wood, and electronics. Her body is infused with energy, her cloth skin can 'hurt' just like human skin, when she is torn she feels pain. She does not bleed however, and beings that do so are going to disturb her, immensely. Bleeding is hard to fix after all. Stitching does not cure bruising and in essence, living creatures are so much more fragile than she is.
She will be living in a terrifying world of delicate creatures from her history. Creatures that wiped themselves out, and a part of her will be convinced that these beings are going to insure their own destruction if she does not somehow convince them to do otherwise. Watching the extinction of an entire ecosystem leaves a mark after all. Stranger still, the enemies in this setting will more often than not bleed as well. The monsters and enemies will have weaknesses she does not understand and needs such as hunger, where in her own world the monsters are driven by the commands given to them such as 'hunt' or 'destroy' and 'find'. She will have to study, observe, and research these new enemies.
There will be plants. She is not afraid of plants per say, but...they are alien, and amazing, and green. There will be times when she allows herself to be very, very distracted by the fact that there is a plant, even a houseplant, nearby. She may even choose to defend said plants against harm if they are near combat.
As time goes by 7 will begin to wish, desperately, that the people who matter to her were there and present. The twins would be amazed by this world, they'd catalogue every nuance of it, and having 2, 5, and 6 present would greatly settle her nerves. Without them though...she will begin to wonder if she died. This world could very well be some version of Purgatory or Hell. She is not of a theological bent herself, but she always listened when the twins wanted to share something, and both of the little ones had read and recorded anything they could get their hands on. That included liturgical works. Given how they created 7 knows that the Soul exists...and who is to say the humans were wrong about some half-life after death?
A world of punishment and horror? She could very well believe she was in a Hell.
Finally, she can get reaction shakes and the need to close her eyes against horror. Everything in the world is bigger than her; but she tends to get shakes and panting after a battle rather than before or during.
Weaknesses: 7 has many weaknesses. Her eyes are electronic and therefore her sight can be effected by magnetic fields and electromagnetic pulses. She is also EIGHT INCHES TALL. All the fierceness in the world cannot compensate for existing in a world of giants. Pulsing or strobe lights can cause an overload in her 'brain' which can cause paralysis or a hypnotized state. Also, her soul, her 'being' as it were, is a seed soul (part of a soul that was cleaved in order to provide the basis of a new soul) so it can be 'unset'. She can, in short, be easily possessed or displaced by a soul or ghost that is willful enough to displace her.
Mundane Strengths/Abilities: 7 is incredibly flexible and quick thinking. She is violent when necessary and immune to drowning/gas inhalants/suffocation due to the fact that she only breathes when needing to speak. 7 also has no need to eat. She has a heart beat which coincides with the electrical current through her body (alternating current not direct current). She experiences 'adrenaline' surges and emotional surges that simulate bodily hormonal shifts due to the fact that her initial template is based on human. They are not chemical adjustments but electronic parodies.
She feels pain. The current running through her body suffuses all aspects of it. A rip or tear in her skin hurts, a broken hand or leg joint is excruciating, and replacements will take time for her to 'feel' again. In essence, when being repaired, it may take days or weeks for the numbness in the new body part to wear off.
7 'sleeps' for a few hours every couple of days. This a low energy state where she rests and stops thinking for a while, since anyone who doesn't rest in one way or another will eventually drive themselves insane or worse. She can delay these rest periods as necessary for a time but her stress levels will amp up if she does so too long.
Also? She is EIGHT INCHES TALL. There are many things a tiny person can do as opposed to a large person.
Sensitivity/Magical Ability: Given the provenance of her soul, 7 is sensitive to souls and can see them with greater clarity than most. Ghosts and drifting spirits appear in greater detail than they usually would. Otherwise she has no magical ability.
Supply List: 1 bird skull and feather helmet. 1 rope belt. 1 carbon steel tipped spear/glaive.
Game Transfers: N/A
Sample RP post: The first thing that struck her was the cleanliness. This world was clean, orderly, and most importantly it was structurally intact. No weak and dusty sunlight filtered through the walls and the floor beneath her feet was smooth and even. She shifted her grip on her spear and listened. Sometimes the creatures in her world could project images, fantasies woven from film and light, but they never held up well against all the senses.
One heart beat.
Two.
Twelve.
There was nothing. Not the sift and crumble of unstable walls settling or even the brief, chitter and skitter of a creature perching in a corner and projecting. Nothing moved. Nothing shifted at all. And there wasn't even the mild fizzle and pop of electronics behind a lens.
Eventually she moved again, dragging the tip of her spear lightly along the nearest wall. The sharp tip left a scratch, physical proof that this wasn't an image or illusion, and that...complicated things. It complicated things a great deal. There was nothing for it but to make some noise, see what responded. That should give her some clue as to the situation. “Hello?” she called softly. The walls swallowed the noise as a matter of course though, thick, solid, and unyielding. It would take a great deal more than the tentative hail of a doll to reach beyond them.
She didn't like wondering what new form of monster was just around the corner waiting to pounce. She didn't like the solid occlusion of these walls and the closed in feel they created. Even the sanctuary she'd found for the twins didn't feel enclosed. It didn't feel like a trap.
This did.
A trap and a danger and alien. Most certainly alien. Fine. With an annoyed growl at herself to struck her spear loudly across the nearest vent grate. It drew sparks, but more importantly it made a horrid screeching noise. “HELLO?” If this was truly a trap better it was sprung early, and not even thick, unburnt walls could swallow down that level of noise.
No.
This time she'd be heard.
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