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The Lively Dead; Open Spots: 3 scientists
Topic Started: December 27, 2010, 2:28 am (513 Views)
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"What if you're dead...but kind of alive?"

Year: 3010
Welcome to The City. Here, the sky is always blue, and the sun shines everyday. The people in The City lives peacefully and happily in their mansions. Every building in The City is accessible and can keep the citizens entertained. However...there was one place that is absolutely off-limits to the citizens. The Door. A huge, iron door that has five locks. No one knows what's behind The Door, but the people don't really care as long as they got the things they wanted.

A group of outcast teens think otherwise. They are determined to discover the truth of the door...and why the government keeps trying so hard to keep it a secret. Will they discover something that will change their lives forever?

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Name: Alena "Lena" Barich
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Soul
Status: Psychic

Choice of Weapon: Though she rarely uses them, her body is her weapon of choice. Long years of martial arts have provided her not only mental serenity and balance, they have also made her better able to protect herself. She is also able to use her gift to protect herself and get what she wants from those around her, tapping in to their minds and focusing their thoughts the way she wants them to. The ability does come with several draw backs however, as the harder she has to concentrate, the the worse the effect it will have on her is. This effect can range from headaches to illness to even blindness, and anytime she looks at people's memories, she finds she often retains them, to the point where until the memory fades from her mind, she is unsure if it is hers, or someone else's.

Personality: Serene and calm, most would have to struggle to find a day when Alena was anywhere near what you could call upset. One could almost question whether or not she even possesses the passion needed to be angry or depressed, except that to be around her, is to feel as if one is standing in the presence of perfect calm, like the still of a lake on a day with no breeze. Despite this, however, she does have the potential to become upset or worked up, she simply does her utmost to avoid such behavior, believing that to become rash is to lose one's balance and connection with nature.

Brief Biography: Alena lived a fairly normal life, the youngest of two children born to a happy couple that wanted kids. Her older brother and she, unlike most siblings, got along famously and were incredibly close. He was her bastion of strength and she was his perfect calm, always able to settle his nerves no matter how badly upset he was. They grew up that way, protecting and caring for each other, both receiving high marks in school and going out for extra curricular activities.

At a tender young age, Alena began to notice things about the people around her... things no one else seemed to pick up on. Sometimes, she heard voices no one else did. Being the bright girl that she was, she knew that if she told any adults, they would surely thing she was weird and send her away. Instead of turning to them, however, she turned to her brother and confided in him. Her "gift", as he called it, caused strange dreams and nightmares, let her know secrets about the people around her, and if she tried hard enough, she found she was even able to find out specific things and sometimes reach in to control their thoughts. This was incredibly difficult, however, and tended to have nasty side effects that left her worse for wear.

Her brother went in to the JROTC in middle and high school, while Alena studied dance and martial arts from a very young age. After highschool, her brother Derek left for the marines, and though she missed him terribly, Alena had never been more proud of him. He had been gone for almost three years when she had to make the call that would change them both forever.

"Derek... Mom and Dad... they... they're dead," she'd said in to the phone, silent tears sliding down her cheeks. Her parents had died in an attack at a shopping center. A lone gunman snapped and killed 22 people before he shot himself. Immediately, Derek was on a plan and flying home. Alena was only 17, not old enough to be on her own by law, so he wasted no time in signing the paper work to take her in to his care.

After the funeral, they packed up their parent's house, put it on the market in the hands of a capable Realtor, and began the journey back to the base he called home. This very same base is located on the edge of the city, connected to it, and this is where Alena and her brother now live, even after their mortal deaths.

Death: The plane shuddered and shook, groaning as the storm outside raged and the pilot struggled to bring it through the clouds safely. No weather reports had called for a storm cell, and this one had popped up out of nowhere, a freak occurrence caused by global warming. Alena gripped her older brother's hand. They were flying back to the base where he was stationed after the death of their parents. She wasn't able to live on her own, so he'd stepped up and taken custody of her for the last year until she turned 18, at which point he'd said she was free to stay with him, or go to college or get a job. They had always been close, and as Alena struggled to keep her heart rate normal, her brother's calloused fingers laced with her own. "Love you, Leny," he said softly. He was the only one allowed to call her Leny... not even her folks had done that. Lightning struck outside the plane, and even though it was impossible to know exactly what had happened, the sudden pitch the plane gave to the side and the way the lights flickered told Alena that they wouldn't make it through the night. "Love you to," she whispered back, and as the siblings held on to each other, the plane went down, crashing in to a large section of forest that was part of a national park.

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That's all I've got for now... waiting for Oni to answer a question I sent via PM.
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Name: Kokoro "Koko" Seishin
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Soul
Status: The Hacker
Choice of Weapon(s): A Macintosh laptop (for hacking purposes), A small gun (for self-defense purposes)

Personality: Kokoro is clever, witty, and sarcastic. She rarely speaks well of others or even cares about them unless those people know her well and are close to her. She has a feisty temper, and will snap at anyone who questions her hacking skills or insults her. She has a certain hate for the government, and calls them "secretive" and "power-hungry". Kokoro is fiercely protective of her friends and won't let harm touch any of them.

Brief Biography: In The City, the Seishin Family is well-known for their skilled hackers and advanced technology. Sometimes, even the government asks for their service in performing difficult deeds. Kokoro grew up surrounded by hackers. Her mother, father, and older brother taught her all the skills she needs to be a Seishin hacker. Kokoro is often teased by kids because of her status. They called her an "invader of The City". It got worse when Kokoro became a teenager. Peers began calling her a "criminal of society". This is when her volcanic personality comes in handy.

Death: When Kokoro was alive and still a human, she was given a mission to hack into a wanted drug dealer's private files and find out the locations of his business. Although she was able to find most of his locations, the police weren't fast enough to catch him. Kokoro ended up being kidnapped by the drug dealer, killed, and thrown into a lake. No one was able to find her body. However, her soul haunted the lake and frightened many people who went there. The scientists managed to go to the lake and capture her soul. They put her to sleep...and she soon woke up in The City...with almost no memories of her past.

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can we have anything we want? well not anything, but like a pair roller blades? I mainly ask because, well my guy is an overachiever soooo he's mainly a guy that needs to move fast. Not like he would use them all the time but it would help
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Can I reserve the orphan? >.>
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@Cynic: Anything is fine. ^^

@Harlequin: Okay. :]
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Okay making my character ^^ Just to make sure it will be okay. My character is a woman who steals what she wants and is completely willing to kill those that stand in her way.
I can alter it, and it may take me a bit to get my info in XD
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THE CITY...CITIZEN DATA...

Name: Akemi Mareo
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Soul
Status: The Overachiever
Choice of Weapon: roller blades (for getting around quickly) and one gun ( for protection)

Personality: Akemi is an out going guy, not the most hyper but he can be if needed. The only thing that’s on his mind is getting what he started done, and in the highest quality. He believes that perfection exists, and he always strives to get it. Akemi is a cool guy all around, kind of the typical male type when it comes to friends. That even includes being immature at times, a lot around girls. He tends to act like a hot shot, but would most likely be the guy hiding behind a wall and talking about someone then saying it to there face. But as an overachiever when in the middle of a job he thinks of no one, let alone even his well being. He’s smart but only average, luckily he learns very fast.

Brief Biography: Growing up he was like every other kid, but he had a love for rollerblading. Akemi was known as a hard worker, but his earlier years of school he wasn’t always trying the hardest on his work. It wasn’t until his father started being very strict on him. Making him stay up all night until the work he had done was so good that you wouldn’t be able to find anything wrong with it, no matter how hard you tried to. When he got to high school, he started being a trouble maker and also got into tagging Aka spray painting. He was well known for his skills in that, since he was caught all the time just trying to make his work perfect. So he was known by the police, but not in a good way. Even though Akemi was a trouble maker, he was known for his love of science and art. Along with all that he tended to get into fights, didn’t win many but he would never back down.
Death: The day of Akemi’s death isn’t really known. All that was found was a burnt body in a building that blew up. He awoke in that same building, the same day it happened and he got the chance to look over his own body. After that he sat in the area for a short time, only to be blinded by a white light. The next thing he seen he was in some city, not to sure about it or what it was but he didn’t care. It seemed he could continue life there, but he didn’t think heaven would of looked like that. But he wasn’t complaining.

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@Cynic: accepted! :D
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Name: Tricia Prevot

Age: 18

Gender: female

Race: Soul

Status: The Orphan

Personality: A quiet, sullen girl, Trish rarely steps out of her comfort zone. Not that she has much comfort. She rarely sleeps, the night terrors keep her awake. At one time, she was very happy go lucky, optimistic and friendly. She misses the girl she used to be.

Brief Biography: Tricia is an orphan, but this has not always been the case. Like everyone else, she was born with a mother and a father, she even had two younger brothers, the twins, Eric and Michael. An honor student, she spent a lot of free time studying and trying to excel as she prepared for college entrance exams. Her youth was also typical, she loved to play with dollies, she made mud pies and she had tea parties.

Death: On the way home from a family vacation to San Diego, the Prevots were ran off the highway by an over the road trucker who'd fallen asleep at the wheel. The family vehicle rolled three times before stopping, a crumpled resemblance of late model sedan. Luckily, the vehicle was strong, the family had been wearing their seat belts... all, that is, except for one. The only daughter of Markus and Angela Prevot was tossed onto the shoulder of the wide road, and there she had stayed until the ambulance arrived, like a discarded rag doll. She was announced dead on arrival at the hospital, the only casualty of an unfortunate accident.

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If you could hold the Lead Scientist role for me for a couple days that would be great :3
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@Descartes: I'll reserve the spot for you. :)
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Name: Riley Yates
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Race: Soul
Status: The Delinquent
Choice of Weapon: Switchblade
Personality: Riley is mischievous, he likes to have fun, though his idea of fun isn’t skipping rope and playing hopscotch. He’s very blunt, witty and sarcastic and very intelligent. He finds that most people are dumb and therefore, people are boring to him, except to toy with and manipulate. Riley, naturally, gets in trouble frequently, though it isn’t that he wants to get in trouble or enjoys attention; he simply enjoys activities that come hand in hand with trouble. Most people don’t particularly like Riley, they find him too arrogant and he generally tends to be mean to most people. However, he does have a few friends though they do sometimes find him difficult – especially with his bad habits.
Brief Biography: Riley was born into a pretty crappy family. He had an older brother, a junkie mother and an abusive alcoholic father. It sounded like the start of a terribly cliché story, but it was true. His brother, Pete, often tried to protect Riley, taking the majority of his father’s beatings. The two brothers were often sent to school hungry, unwashed and in all manner of old, ugly clothes. And of course, they were mercilessly bullied. And it was no better at home; the two boys would get in the door and instantly, their mother would be screaming nonsensically, their father shouting slurred insults. Riley, from a young age, had an anger streak – likely from his father’s side. He would often try to hurt his mother and father, but he’d always end up with a black eye and several other, unseen bruises. At school, the brothers would always pretend they’d been fighting each other to keep the social services away. Things continued that way for many years.

It wasn’t until Riley was twelve, his brother then seventeen that things took a turn for the worse. Riley’s brother approached him, with a proposition. He was going to kill himself, and suggested Riley did the same. Things would be better that way, Pete had said; they’d get out of this world and there’d be no more pain, no more shouting. Riley had refused; he couldn’t understand why his brother would want to do that. He didn’t want to take the easy way out. The younger boy tried to talk his brother out of it, but Pete wouldn’t hear it. Eventually, Riley accepted the fact. He said a tearful goodbye to his older brother, his protector, his idol. And then there was a single gunshot, echoing through the street, and Pete was gone.

From then on, Riley became a different person. His life took a turning point, the delinquency began. The pain of his brother’s death was too much. He began to sneak his mother’s stash and use it himself. He became obsessed, addicted. The numbness was perfect. He fell behind in school, got into fights with the other kids, the teachers. He spent more time out of the house, skipped school. Once he was old enough to get a job, he started to buy his own drugs, got in with the dealers, deeper into the underworld. But his father’s beatings still came, his mother’s hysterical yelling was still there. However, it wasn’t long before Riley grew bigger, gaining several inches in height and reaching his father’s height. The beatings became more frequent then, except it wasn’t beating anymore – it was fights. The pair would bruise each other, and Riley felt good, finally able to get one over on his father. However, he didn’t count on his dad being smarter than the average alcoholic…
Death: It was one cold night in December, Riley and his father had had a particularly bad fight a few hours earlier. His father had a broken nose, Riley had several cracked ribs. Riley had gone to bed once his father had left him alone and gone to the bar. He wasn’t expecting it, it was such a surprise. But it shouldn’t have been, he should have been waiting for it. Riley’s father crept into his room, eyes filled with hatred in the darkness of the messy, stale-smelling bedroom that once was the comfortable retreat of two young boys, now it was just one. Soon, it would be none.

Mr. Yates stood over his youngest son – for a while, he just stared, his head was empty of all other thoughts. One, singular thought ran through continuously – the idea turned over and over, it was brilliant, inspired, murderous. Only when Mr. Yates son had woken from his slumber did he press the pillow over his face and he kept pressing, until Riley finally stopped kicking.
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Noah Lancaster

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29

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Lead Scientist of Project Soul

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Noah is traditionally a pacifist so he has no real weapon, but he does have an arsenal of server farms and data banks to keep the operation running with no hitches.

Personality
The man who is gunning for god's job is certainly no saint, but he is also certainly not the worst person that could be heading the position. His morality is only dependent on the situation and the rates of success with crossing his moral conflicts. Everything in his head, including people are nothing more than biochemical reactions that can altered or changed at will. This mode of thought also applies to how he views the 'soul', some piece of epigenetics that has been severely misunderstood. Some people might call it a callous approach to life, but it is the only approach he knows how to take. Beyond the basics of morality though, Noah is seen as a humorous if not excitable person, prone to rambling about theories and concepts with his hands trembling. A tad prideful of his accomplishments in this new frontier of science, he compares himself to god, but must admit that god still has him beat on creating a human being. His psychological profile even with a leaning towards anxiety and paranoia is just the sort of person who should be leading something of this magnitude, a god that doesn't see things in white and black, but rather many shades of gray.

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There is no epic story in Noah's rise to pseudo-godhood, it was nothing more than men wanting more power than they would ever know what to do with. Noah was born into an upper-middle class home in New York City, he was immediately seen as a very bright child who had a keen intellect with matters of the mind. There is not much at all on his childhood, besides a noted love of technology and a sibling having to play savior sibling for him with a heart transplant. The death was not some grim change in his life that caused him to snap, it changed him in a much more philosophical manner in terms of looking at life and death.

His coming years inherently focused his goals on the matters of neuroscience, biology, and epigenetics. The belief that soul was a manifestation of Freudian theory mixed with neurological discoveries, his love for all forms of technology grew as a teenager, he was accepted among mostly everyone of his peers if only for the fact that he suffered from 'rich parent' syndrome. Good grades and a very good looking future ahead for him, he went to his father's old college, was accepted into the fraternity and generally had the model college experience. His neuroscience professor encouraged his train of thought to try and find the soul and connect the two realities in one way or another.

After getting his doctorate, all the roads that continued his life seemed to be paved with gold, and it was only natural that he would take up on his professor's recommendation of a controversial scientific corporation that was attempting to bridge the life and the after-life. The corporation immediately took him under their wing, he was the sort of subjective individual who could run an operation like this without becoming too power-hungry. He is no benevolent god, but at least he isn't a devil.

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Name: Alexstrasza 'Alex' Cyen
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Soul
Status: Thief
Choice of Weapon: Twin Ulaks. The blades of these knives curve around ones fist. The blades are most dangerous when the wielder is in constant motion.
Her skills with these blade are quite formidable, her motions are swift and dance-like.

She is also extremely skilled at picking locks, any lock. Combination locks, rotary locks, regular doors, electronic locks; If its locked she can get it open.
Personality: She comes off as sweet and kind to everyone she meets...up until you have something she wants. The second she sees something she wants she will take it, and will gladly kill others to get it.
Brief Biography: The daughter of a thief she was raised by her father and never knew her mother. From a young age she was taught to get by any way she could.
Her father was working for a local mafia, and unfortunately he hacked the wrong computer and stole the wrong money.

After her fathers death Alexstrasza was given a choice, 'work for us, and do right by us and you live. Fuck up. You wind up like your dad.' She was only seven at the time, but she knew enough to not disobey.
Death: Lets just say she fucked up.
It was a simple enough job. Get in, pick a few locks, take the money, get out. Hey couldn't be easier.
Except no one told her about the automated defense system.
She was dead before she even touched the safe lock, in fact she still has no clue. She just figures it was a 'bad job' dream...she has those a lot. She still cant explain how she wound up in the city though.
Appearance: Alexstrasza is a shockingly tall five foot nine inches, and seeing as she is still growing she figures she will eventually reach the six foot five mark like her father. Her breasts are fair, they a 36 B; add that to her lean but athletic build and you have a fairly small but well built figure.
Her hair is short, messy and dyed green; its not 'neon' green no, its more like 'dark patch of grass in the shade' green. But her hair certainly fit her dark green eye color.
She never wears make-up, finding it 'a waste of my hard 'earned' money', however at the same time she does not need it as her natural beauty allows her to 'glow'. If complimented on her looks she will start to blush and will try and hide her face, more so if its from someone she likes.

She always wears dark tan cargo pants, a tan tank-top and military grade boots. She also will cover herself with an old army jacket that she 'borrowed'. The old name on the jacket has been ripped off and the colors have faded with time. The jacket is only removed when she is 'working', she doesn't even remove it to sleep.


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Name: Sarah Smith
Age: 20
Gender: F
Race: Human
Status: post grad, first week in the lab.
Choice of Weapon: Words, or otherwise insults and bullying. Not very strong at anything but very smart
Personality: Weird and smart, will start talking to herself and not stop. Graduated from College 2 years early, and very smart
Brief Biography: Sarah spent her high school years bored and disliked. So in her final year she fixed her exam results, made the head cheerleader dump her friends and boyfriend, got two teachers fired and hacked into the UK government computer for fun. Not getting caught has made her more confident, and will happily try to secure and hack data. Quite immature, as she will act childish around people.
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Appearance: Brown hair, blue eyes, short, wears jeans and t-shirts a lot. Wears glasses, and normally has her shoulder length hair tied up.
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@Descartes, Kraveing_volkf, and popelady: Accepted!

Great! We can start the IC now. :D
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IC is up: http://ethereallights.us/topic/4025130/1/
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Hopefully I'll get to post tomorrow Ryan and I are gonna have our characters know each other, so I need to figure out if we're starting in the same place or not before I can write it ^.^
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