Post by Mr.Qman on Nov 11, 2013 5:33:45 GMT
Steam Name: Mr.Qman
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:15341901
Age:15
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): 2 Years
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: 2 Years
Authorization(s):
-Name change to Melody
-Have an old character back from Catalyst Gaming
-Character who is a recovering amnesiac
-Ex unit (Don't flip out, amnesia remember.)
Character's Name: Carly Morris
Age:29
Gender:Female
Affiliation:None
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
A serene, golden glow of the sun pushing over the horizon can be seen as the gentile sigh of a woman is heard. There sitting down on the cold, crisp grass at the edge of a cliff sits a woman, her hair light brown hair, messy yet shiny picks up with the gentile blows of wind, and for that moment, there was peace, peace in her heart. No more anxiety, and no more depression, just peace. As every other emotion melted away, the woman closed her eyes.
The woman then thinks about memories, so close to her heart.
She thinks about hugging her mother and crying over losing a mere toy and does not think about the day she lost her and her family.
She thinks about the familiar, cute face of her old friend and the moments they shared scraping each other off the floor from fighting or being too drunk to walk and not when she lost him.
She thinks about her husband, and when he was there for her in her worse states, and the bondage they shared, yet not about when she lost him.
She thought about the face of what she considered to be her sister, and her distinct emerald eyes, and how she was there for her and would do it again, yet not when she lost her.
She thought about the memories closest to her heart, and at that moment there was peace in her heart, and all shackles that grasped her and weighed her down were cut off, and there was peace, peace in her heart.
The woman opens her eyes to see she has been falling down the cliff, and that she was moving violently fast, and she watched, watched the ground which became brighter and brighter as the sunrise came over the horizon. The woman cried, but not of sorrow, but the sides of her mouth stretched out to a smile instead.
She was at peace, the woman was happy, and she embraced her fate with open arms for there was nothing she could do, and she wanted to live her last moments knowing that she was strong and only happy, and she would be satisfied with the idea of her winning her own war.
"Nature’s first green is gold,
"Her hardest hue to hold.
"Her early leaf’s a flower;
"But only so an hour.
"Then leaf subsides to leaf.
"So Eden sank to grief,
"So dawn goes down today.
"Nothing gold can stay.
Carly Morris was never one to care about her affiliations, she was a unit but she didn’t care at all for the union. She cared for her friends, and she cared about the memories she made with those friends and the bondage she kept. She used to tell herself how life is all about relationships.
Carly wakes up in her bed, her grey over sheet and white under sheets that she loved to tear apart and lay under. She looks around the woman’s bunker and noticed how empty it was, as she lifted herself from her hard bed, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and dropped her bare feet onto the cold metal ground. Looking around and doing her morning routine, putting on her slick black boots she has had since she was a recruit, to her nice black slacks, tucking them into the boots, to her top and strapping all of her uniform close to her, and adjusting it in the mirror to make sure she was lookin’ good, the last touch would be her patting her nice green armband that said in bold impact print “777”. She flashed herself a cocky smile, kissing the mirror, before staring at it and laughing as if she was crazy and looking down to her faceplate. The obscurely complicated faceplate with a third eye on top, she opened her eyes widely and sighed, the specialized faceplate her deceased friend gifted her was always such a pain in the ass to put on.
She put it to her chin, and let the sides of it lock into the slots, and she slid it up to her forehead as the top of it met with the small biolocks, and it clicked and shut tightly, and then the faceplate turned on and her field of view was widened, disorientating her and she then stood and stared at the mirror for a bit, letting the complicated data calibrate and catch up to its self. She sighed and then did a nice left face to face her locker and took out her equipment.
“Stunbaton, check—My babes, check—Bubblegum, check.”
Carly said as she patted herself down making sure she had all of her stuff with her, before striding over to the door that exited the woman’s barracks and grabbing hold of the handles and swinging them out and walking out with a smile under her mask, and she swayed her body left to right as if she was a wave and she felt bubbly and happy this morning, and she didn’t really know why, but she liked it. She went on to do her morning routine and eat and chatter up the other units and kick her feet out on the HAP’s edge sitting comfily on a couch she would’ve stolen from a GRID officer. Then heading inside and shooting her gun at the firing range for fun and then sitting down and studying her little notes she always kept to keep herself sharp in case an emergency came up.
By the time her routine was done she would plop down in her little “office” and rest for a bit, yawning and spacing out, imagining music and wishing she could go listen to some pre-war music, or play darts, or get piss drunk, or have a relationship. Reflecting on the things she missed, occasionally sneaking contraband she confiscated from naughty citizens she would catch and letting her have it, soon this would all stop though.
A couple days later Carly would be brought into a secluded area inside the Nexus to be executed for showing hostility against another unit, but it wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know, she was in so much turmoil because of the frequent brainwashes she had, and the chunks of her memory she lost, reminders and people poking at her and making her feel awful, putting her already fragile state to its breaking point. She lashed out, and it would cost her everything.
Carly looks up into the cold red visors substituting for the eyes on the Section 0 unit, guarded by 4 glowing blue eyes on heavy OTA soldiers. 777 Sat on her knees, a revolver to her head, as then adjusted her feet to spring up, her head coming straight to the unit in a rage, a force of a freight train, as the two heavy materials clashed together, leaving a dent in the inferior one, the one 777 donned. Her vision went a bit haywire, as the rifles of OTA units pointed towards her, 777 already had managed to get off the zip-ties she got another of one of her newer units to do for her, she went to her belt and pulled a grenade’s pin, and ran off as she threw it directly at one of the OTA’s heads, a donk sound echoing through the quiet corridors.
The flash grenade exploded, leaving everyone in the room blind for a moment, as 777 stumbled around the doors, a bullet had impacted her side, and she was bleeding, she was bleeding from her shoulder as well, and her right arm was devastated by revolver rounds. She struggled to get the doors to respond to her, as she then tore off her biosignal reader, and quickly ran out to the catwalk, and looked at the drop. She knew if she kept running she would get caught, so she took the fall, her body falling on the side of the building, scraping it and hitting the edges to slow her fall, her heart was beating fast, the units on her tail, she could feel the bullets flying past her, as she breathed in and out in and out. Her radio exploding with calls, she ran, she ran, she ran into restricted areas. She dropped her faceplate, she had no datapad, and pushed through the wet floors of the sewers, moving to the closest escape she could get to.
Carly sits on the edge of a tunnel, listening to the sounds of splashing and units calling out, she turned off her radio, she made no sound, she opened other doors to slow them down and send them into wrong directions. 777 was fast, and daring, but as she calmed, her adrenaline stopped, and she could feel the burning feeling of her wounds, she looked down noticing that she would’ve been killed if it wasn’t for her Kevlar, she quickly opened up her pack, and used all the medical supplies she had on herself. She sat, and waited for the sounds to subside, and when they did, she felt as if she was a child, happy to see that the thunderstorm had faded away into the distance.
Carly stood up on her feet, her hands were shaking from pain, but she knew she couldn’t stay in that location. As she pushed herself through the dark tunnel which stank of foulness, she held in her tears, never had she been that close to death, not even during the revolution. She would never be able to return, never to see 211, never to see any other friends, never to be able to take hot showers or eat nice meals, she had lost everything she was comfortable with, but Carly didn’t care, she cared about survival.
Weeks had passed and it didn’t take long for Carly to run out of supplies to maintain all of her gear, a rouge unit, she used to joke about it, she used to sometimes be serious about it. Now she’s doing it because she has to, she has to do it to survive. She met some anti-citizens and made her identity as a rouge unit secret, she hid away her Kevlar, the shotgun had become useless. All she had was dirty clothing and a pistol with one clip of ammo in it, and she kept in in case she ever had to defend herself against her old friends.
Carly curled herself up into a ball, she had been strong for herself, holding in her emotions as it was a thing she had to do as a superior, but she was alone now, no one to see her be upset. She had so much regret of her past, so much, emotion, so much she held it that it was making herself destruct, she couldn’t take it. She ended up laying away her clip into furniture, breaking everything in her “house” and crying on the cold floorboards of the house. She was alone, everything was gone, everything was so fucked up and there was no way of returning it, there was nothing she could do. She was going to die soon and her life would be nothing but faults. She finally let her emotions out and when they came out they came out like a floodgate crashing down, flooding a town. So violent, and so overwhelming, she put the gun to her head, and she would’ve killed herself if she didn’t take her anger out on the furniture first. It was worth it though, for the anxiety that rested in her, and strangled her muscles finally let go, and for a moment she had peace. But it lasted only for a moment, she went to sleep on the floor that night, and the hardest challenge would be presented to her soon.
Weeks had passed, and she started looking up to things, thinking she should enjoy herself with the limited time she has to live, and she started doing things she wanted, had a relationship kind of, drank and had fun. There was no one there who said she couldn’t anyhow, except the voice in the back of her head that she was being a bit much, but she liked to ignore it. She had her fun, but the anxious feeling soon came back to her chest, sitting in there, as she then soon became paranoid of eyes of her old friends. She would be scared of any mentioning of them, or be suspicious of anyone who came near her, she was learning to trust less, but it was for her survival.
At the end of the month, Carly had been working on these feelings, and then one day, while sitting on the edge of a cliff, and thinking to herself, she realized she didn’t really have much time left and that she should learn to cope with things, or die unhappy. She sat at the edge of a cliff, watching the sunrise come up, her eyes closed as peace melted away the cold, clingy feelings that lunged at her every moment they had. She heard a beep of a unit, yet, she did not open her eyes, and she had known this time would come, and she could not fight back, she sat at the edge, before getting kicked off. Yet, a peculiar thing is that she really, really was determined to win, and so she fell, with a smile on her face, and a thud. The drop seemed deadly, and it was, she hit a tree on her head on the way down, and then the back of her entire body was slammed against the slope of a mountain, and she slid violently down the side of it, and that was it that was how Carly died…
Carly woke up on a bed in a dark basement, she put her hand to her head and looked around, she had no clothes on, and she was so confused. “Where am I?” She had asked herself, as she got up, her bare feet touching the cold ground, so cold it singed her feet some. She walked around, looking around and confused no clue of where she was. She looked down at her hand, as if it wasn’t hers, and then struggled to walk up the stairs. She walked into an empty room, and looked at an empty house. She took a step out into the cold air, completely naked, and then she met eyes with another girl. The girl opposite of the street was distracted, as she looked out into a town, leaning on a wooden pole with her arms crossed, she sighed so loud it was audible from across the street. Carly took another step but it felt unbalanced and she tripped, and the woman looked over. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin, the woman also worse a dark brown jacket with a pale blue undershirt, and blue jeans with black shoes. She was a cute girl, and the expression on her face was of shock. The woman quickly came over to Carly, and pushed her into the house she came from.
“What’s wrong with ya’ girl!? You’re going to catch a cold, or let some man see you!”
“Who are you?” Carly asked in confusion
“Juss’ get your naked ass inside!”
Carly was shoved in, her turmoil worsening as a jacket was hastily thrown around her , Carly liked the feeling of it, it was warm, so she wrapped it around herself tighter, and she took a moment to study the house. The front of the room had brown walls, pale blue walls, and dark brown hard wood flooring, the windows were boarded up and it was furnished nicely. Streaks of white light pierced through the cracks of the boarded up windows, shining on the old time furniture, she looked around the house as if it was awe inspiring to her before getting shoved into the direction of a couch, and the lady sat down with her mouth open and an appalled expression stretched over her face. She crossed her legs and her arms, as he waiting for Carly to sit down, and she did so.
“What’s your name?”
“…I uh-what?” Carly didn’t know how to respond.
“You’re name what is it!”
Carly stuttered to speak the words.
“ I don’t, I don’t know!”
The woman looked at Carly funny, but who could blame her, a naked woman just fell through a front door out into the cold snow, now she is being told that the woman doesn’t know her own name.
“I just, I just woke up, and I don’t know – where I am or, who you are, or, I’m just, confused?”
Carly sputtered out in a quick paced way with a high pitch tone. Carly had lost her memory, she couldn’t remember her own name or who she was at all, she had forgotten her training as a unit, her affiliation with a gang, who she knew, anything- it was all gone. Carly Morris had died, 777 had died, and now the way Carly looks is an echo of her former self. All she had was this new woman she just met.
Over a course of time Carly was given nick names like “Crazy Eyes” for the two different colored eyes she had and “Cowgirl” because she had a country accent like the woman she met. Carly soon learned that the woman’s name was Annabelle Jenkins, and they became really close to each other. Carly followed her around like a confused puppy and started crafting a new personality, a new person, she was no longer Carly, or 777, she no longer had problems she no longer had any affiliation with anything. Carly learned about the 7 hour war, and the cities and she began to have feelings for Anna. It took months out of her life, and sadly Anna did not feel the same way but Carly didn’t care, she would still be there for her as the way she was when she fell out of the front door of that house. Carly no longer had oppressive shackles that weighed her down, she was free, she was happy, and she was safe.
Carly looked down at her white feet, curling her toes as she went to lay down on the dark orange leather couch, she rested her head on the armrest of the couch and stared at the ceiling, as the fan went around and around she occupied her time by watching one blade on the fan spin around in circles. The door opened in her house and she saw Anna come in, she put her scarf onto the coat rack and walked over to Carly, and she began to cry. Carly didn’t exactly know why but she stood up, and the sweetness she had when she didn’t lose her memory echoed through her, and she wrapped her arms around her beloved and rocked her from the left to right. “Shh Babygirl, its gun’ be okay, whatever it is, I promise.” Anna would never tell Carly what had happened, but she felt even closer to Anna and through the months she had forged many new memories, fun, great memories.
To the time she met Anna
To the time she met other friends, and kept them close
To the time she had to scrape her best friend off the ground because she was so piss drunk she couldn’t stand
Or to the time she got into a fight with someone and 3 other people were there behind her, who had her back.
She felt as if there was nothing to be afraid of, that the 7 hour war wasn’t a big deal and that people were normal and always will be normal, and that was gold to her. It was gold because she hears how bad it got, but she doesn’t see it, she sees the smiles on her friends’ faces and the desire to rebuild whatever had been before. Carly had no affiliation with The Union, with a type of species, or anything, she was normal, she was happy, and she was golden.
“Oh shut the fuck up Ricky, heheheh.” Carly chuckled loudly, her name wasn’t Carly anymore, instead it was Melody now, it wasn’t exactly a name, still a nickname, but she was called that so often that it became her name. She got the name when Ricky brought over a tape filled with music, and Carly sang with all of them, and showed her voice out, and Steven called her Melody, and it started that way.
Melody hit the shoulder of her friend, a bit too harsh and she didn’t really notice, yet Ricky did. The three of them were all together; Melody, Anna, Steven, and Ricky. The usual gang, the guys who stuck up for each other and didn’t get into the business that risked their lives, they just wanted what Carly wanted. Carly wanted friends, no more fighting, fighting was useless fighting would never end. Carly just wanted friends and she just wanted good times back, and that resonated through Carly to Melody and that resonated from Melody to Anna, to Ricky, to Steve.
And Melody had peace, and she was happy, she was a free spirit, and a lovely person.
Carly had died, along with 777, but Melody was there now and Melody still had the two in her heart somewhere. All of them were different people, with different personalities and problems, yet they all are still there.
Melody had a flashback, a flashback of sirens, just, sirens and blue and red lights. She didn’t understand it, she didn’t really get it, but she stood in a child’s old room and she just stood there and thinking about it. She didn’t understand it, and she never asked what the blue and red lights meant, but she had a feeling inside her, and it felt like a curious, yet sad one.
Melody woke up, lying down in her bed, looking up at the fan as it swirled weakly with the low amount of electricity coming into the house. She pushed off her covers, pulled over a couple layers of socks, put on her jeans, her bra, her shirt, everything she needed. Looked in the mirror and winked at it, giving out her cocky smile, and walking out of the door. She put her hands into her pocket and sighed as she walked down the stairs, she was grabbed by the shoulder hastily. She glanced over and saw that it was Anna, tugging at her shoulder before jetting off, she would push open the door and the two would trudge through the snow, and run.
“What the hell is goin’ on!?” Melody asked.
“I swear I saw soldiers, they’re comin’ for us Mel, and they are gun’ kill all of us!”
Melody had never seen an OTA soldier before…and she didn’t want to.
“Wha-? What do we do!? What’s going to happen to us?” Melody said in a high pitched tone
“We’re gun’ get the /hell/ outta’ here!”
Anna and Melody trudged through the snow, pushing through everything, distant, powerful gunshots were heard and each one heard Melody cringed, Anna didn’t show any reaction, yet Melody didn’t know why. Nothing gold can stay. Melody and Anna stopped at the end of a field, and near a cliff, there was a large tunnel in the side of the cliff with a swinging, orange glowing lantern swinging in the wind hanging on a rich, dark brown beam. The beams went down and down and down the tunnel, lighting them. The two were breathing heavily, and the distant sound of gunfire presumed. Anna looked around, her mouth open gasping for air, as she held tighter onto Melody’s hand.
“Let’s get inside!” Anna said, and that’s what they did, and they stayed in the tunnel for the day. Melody cried, and Anna cried, and they held each other for a long while and tried to be quiet when they heard the slightest sound. They tried to convince themselves that Richard and Steve were okay, but they knew they were dead, and they knew they were next. Melody had an anxious feeling sit into her stomach, and it was killing her.
“ I need a cigarette, I need a cigarette, I need a cigarette!” She was so stressed and scared, yet Anna was there, and they ensured each other’s safety. They left the tunnels next morning, and when they came back to the town, they saw that everyone was dead. Everyone…
Melody dropped to her knees, and looked at all the destruction, and sobbed, and cried, and she was just in so much pain, she wanted it to go away, she wished things would go back as they were. She wanted to party and forget about the problems she had and she just wanted to not care and she just wished things were better. She understood now, when Anna said it was a harsh world. Melody just sat there in the snow, and looked at the bullet holes that marked the town and the body that sat around 20 meters in front of her. Anna trudged off, and Melody followed concerned.
“It’s going to be okay!” Melody pleaded
“We’re going to die…” Anna said hopelessly “We tried to escape what we had coming, and it’s going to happen again, there’s no one here for miles and we’re going to die.”
Melody grasped Anna’s wrist. “No we ain’t! As long as we stick together we can get through this, we can do this!”
Anna started sobbing, her shoulders bobbing up and down from the crying and when Melody went to hug her, she flailed around and pushed her off. “They killed Ricky! He’s dead!” Melody thought about this, she didn’t’ care about Steve, or herself, or anyone, and she had her suspicions that Anna and Ricky had something, she felt depressed but she realized she couldn’t be at this moment. “Anna, we can get through this, we just, we just need to think. We need to get out of the outlands, we should like, go to one of those cities!” Melody said, trying to pick up every scrap she could to convince Anna it was going to be okay. “No.. No it wouldn’t work, we’d die trying to get there.” Anna said hopelessly, and Melody began to grow frustrated.
“Then what do you want us to do? Just sit out here and wait to get picked off!? Look, I know it’s fucking tough but it’s just a guy, it’s just some guy and you can’t throw your life out for it, I understand you’re upset but I know you’re smart and I know you’re better than this!”
Anna looked at Melody, silent, and speechless, she then nodded, and muttered okay and they walked onwards, where they did not know, but away from the town that will serve as Melody’s first memory of pain and loss. The two of them moved onwards, using supplies and whatever they could to get through it, doing their best to not get caught as they then sneaked into a city. The two of them got into trouble for not having UU branded clothing, but the units did not look into it as much as they should have, and the two were issued clothing. Over time, Melody stuck with Anna as much as she could, but one night Anna didn’t come back to the apartments. When Melody asked everyone she had met where she went, someone had told her she had transferred citied, why she did not know, but it brought so much despair to Melody it put her into an anxious and depressed state.
The next morning, she had a suitcase packed with clothing and was sent into the next transfer to the city that needed the most population, she moved from city to city, met many people, and learned lots of things. She is moving to her 3rd city, hoping she’ll come across Anna for answers, and to maybe go back the way things were, but Melody will find out soon, that nothing good ever stays, but she’ll need to stay golden.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Defects:
-Character has amnesia and can't remember any of her unit training, or anything about her past, it would take literally OOC years for her to remember a good portion of things.
-Character could be prosecuted if she stumbled across a Union Loyal character that once knew Carly and knew that she needed to be killed before, but what are the chances of that?
Perks:
-The only way someone is going to recognize her is the eyes, but she's also presumed dead, so it could be just a coincidence.
-Carly is kind of a new person, so it'll be a little bit harder for some people to realize who she was.
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?Get back a character that I hold close to my heart, RP them in a new way, and develop the character. She’s not a character that is supposed to be a badass or some kick ass shit, she won’t be able to regain any memories about training and being a badass unit for literally years, OOC time. Even if she does, it’ll be hard for her to do any of those moves with her physique and her being a citizen.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) Nope
Extra Notes (optional):I might add some things, but I might keep some things with loose ends for character development.
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:15341901
Age:15
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): 2 Years
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: 2 Years
Authorization(s):
-Name change to Melody
-Have an old character back from Catalyst Gaming
-Character who is a recovering amnesiac
-Ex unit (Don't flip out, amnesia remember.)
Character's Name: Carly Morris
Age:29
Gender:Female
Affiliation:None
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
A serene, golden glow of the sun pushing over the horizon can be seen as the gentile sigh of a woman is heard. There sitting down on the cold, crisp grass at the edge of a cliff sits a woman, her hair light brown hair, messy yet shiny picks up with the gentile blows of wind, and for that moment, there was peace, peace in her heart. No more anxiety, and no more depression, just peace. As every other emotion melted away, the woman closed her eyes.
The woman then thinks about memories, so close to her heart.
She thinks about hugging her mother and crying over losing a mere toy and does not think about the day she lost her and her family.
She thinks about the familiar, cute face of her old friend and the moments they shared scraping each other off the floor from fighting or being too drunk to walk and not when she lost him.
She thinks about her husband, and when he was there for her in her worse states, and the bondage they shared, yet not about when she lost him.
She thought about the face of what she considered to be her sister, and her distinct emerald eyes, and how she was there for her and would do it again, yet not when she lost her.
She thought about the memories closest to her heart, and at that moment there was peace in her heart, and all shackles that grasped her and weighed her down were cut off, and there was peace, peace in her heart.
The woman opens her eyes to see she has been falling down the cliff, and that she was moving violently fast, and she watched, watched the ground which became brighter and brighter as the sunrise came over the horizon. The woman cried, but not of sorrow, but the sides of her mouth stretched out to a smile instead.
She was at peace, the woman was happy, and she embraced her fate with open arms for there was nothing she could do, and she wanted to live her last moments knowing that she was strong and only happy, and she would be satisfied with the idea of her winning her own war.
"Nature’s first green is gold,
"Her hardest hue to hold.
"Her early leaf’s a flower;
"But only so an hour.
"Then leaf subsides to leaf.
"So Eden sank to grief,
"So dawn goes down today.
"Nothing gold can stay.
Carly Morris was never one to care about her affiliations, she was a unit but she didn’t care at all for the union. She cared for her friends, and she cared about the memories she made with those friends and the bondage she kept. She used to tell herself how life is all about relationships.
Carly wakes up in her bed, her grey over sheet and white under sheets that she loved to tear apart and lay under. She looks around the woman’s bunker and noticed how empty it was, as she lifted herself from her hard bed, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and dropped her bare feet onto the cold metal ground. Looking around and doing her morning routine, putting on her slick black boots she has had since she was a recruit, to her nice black slacks, tucking them into the boots, to her top and strapping all of her uniform close to her, and adjusting it in the mirror to make sure she was lookin’ good, the last touch would be her patting her nice green armband that said in bold impact print “777”. She flashed herself a cocky smile, kissing the mirror, before staring at it and laughing as if she was crazy and looking down to her faceplate. The obscurely complicated faceplate with a third eye on top, she opened her eyes widely and sighed, the specialized faceplate her deceased friend gifted her was always such a pain in the ass to put on.
She put it to her chin, and let the sides of it lock into the slots, and she slid it up to her forehead as the top of it met with the small biolocks, and it clicked and shut tightly, and then the faceplate turned on and her field of view was widened, disorientating her and she then stood and stared at the mirror for a bit, letting the complicated data calibrate and catch up to its self. She sighed and then did a nice left face to face her locker and took out her equipment.
“Stunbaton, check—My babes, check—Bubblegum, check.”
Carly said as she patted herself down making sure she had all of her stuff with her, before striding over to the door that exited the woman’s barracks and grabbing hold of the handles and swinging them out and walking out with a smile under her mask, and she swayed her body left to right as if she was a wave and she felt bubbly and happy this morning, and she didn’t really know why, but she liked it. She went on to do her morning routine and eat and chatter up the other units and kick her feet out on the HAP’s edge sitting comfily on a couch she would’ve stolen from a GRID officer. Then heading inside and shooting her gun at the firing range for fun and then sitting down and studying her little notes she always kept to keep herself sharp in case an emergency came up.
By the time her routine was done she would plop down in her little “office” and rest for a bit, yawning and spacing out, imagining music and wishing she could go listen to some pre-war music, or play darts, or get piss drunk, or have a relationship. Reflecting on the things she missed, occasionally sneaking contraband she confiscated from naughty citizens she would catch and letting her have it, soon this would all stop though.
A couple days later Carly would be brought into a secluded area inside the Nexus to be executed for showing hostility against another unit, but it wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know, she was in so much turmoil because of the frequent brainwashes she had, and the chunks of her memory she lost, reminders and people poking at her and making her feel awful, putting her already fragile state to its breaking point. She lashed out, and it would cost her everything.
Carly looks up into the cold red visors substituting for the eyes on the Section 0 unit, guarded by 4 glowing blue eyes on heavy OTA soldiers. 777 Sat on her knees, a revolver to her head, as then adjusted her feet to spring up, her head coming straight to the unit in a rage, a force of a freight train, as the two heavy materials clashed together, leaving a dent in the inferior one, the one 777 donned. Her vision went a bit haywire, as the rifles of OTA units pointed towards her, 777 already had managed to get off the zip-ties she got another of one of her newer units to do for her, she went to her belt and pulled a grenade’s pin, and ran off as she threw it directly at one of the OTA’s heads, a donk sound echoing through the quiet corridors.
The flash grenade exploded, leaving everyone in the room blind for a moment, as 777 stumbled around the doors, a bullet had impacted her side, and she was bleeding, she was bleeding from her shoulder as well, and her right arm was devastated by revolver rounds. She struggled to get the doors to respond to her, as she then tore off her biosignal reader, and quickly ran out to the catwalk, and looked at the drop. She knew if she kept running she would get caught, so she took the fall, her body falling on the side of the building, scraping it and hitting the edges to slow her fall, her heart was beating fast, the units on her tail, she could feel the bullets flying past her, as she breathed in and out in and out. Her radio exploding with calls, she ran, she ran, she ran into restricted areas. She dropped her faceplate, she had no datapad, and pushed through the wet floors of the sewers, moving to the closest escape she could get to.
Carly sits on the edge of a tunnel, listening to the sounds of splashing and units calling out, she turned off her radio, she made no sound, she opened other doors to slow them down and send them into wrong directions. 777 was fast, and daring, but as she calmed, her adrenaline stopped, and she could feel the burning feeling of her wounds, she looked down noticing that she would’ve been killed if it wasn’t for her Kevlar, she quickly opened up her pack, and used all the medical supplies she had on herself. She sat, and waited for the sounds to subside, and when they did, she felt as if she was a child, happy to see that the thunderstorm had faded away into the distance.
Carly stood up on her feet, her hands were shaking from pain, but she knew she couldn’t stay in that location. As she pushed herself through the dark tunnel which stank of foulness, she held in her tears, never had she been that close to death, not even during the revolution. She would never be able to return, never to see 211, never to see any other friends, never to be able to take hot showers or eat nice meals, she had lost everything she was comfortable with, but Carly didn’t care, she cared about survival.
Weeks had passed and it didn’t take long for Carly to run out of supplies to maintain all of her gear, a rouge unit, she used to joke about it, she used to sometimes be serious about it. Now she’s doing it because she has to, she has to do it to survive. She met some anti-citizens and made her identity as a rouge unit secret, she hid away her Kevlar, the shotgun had become useless. All she had was dirty clothing and a pistol with one clip of ammo in it, and she kept in in case she ever had to defend herself against her old friends.
Carly curled herself up into a ball, she had been strong for herself, holding in her emotions as it was a thing she had to do as a superior, but she was alone now, no one to see her be upset. She had so much regret of her past, so much, emotion, so much she held it that it was making herself destruct, she couldn’t take it. She ended up laying away her clip into furniture, breaking everything in her “house” and crying on the cold floorboards of the house. She was alone, everything was gone, everything was so fucked up and there was no way of returning it, there was nothing she could do. She was going to die soon and her life would be nothing but faults. She finally let her emotions out and when they came out they came out like a floodgate crashing down, flooding a town. So violent, and so overwhelming, she put the gun to her head, and she would’ve killed herself if she didn’t take her anger out on the furniture first. It was worth it though, for the anxiety that rested in her, and strangled her muscles finally let go, and for a moment she had peace. But it lasted only for a moment, she went to sleep on the floor that night, and the hardest challenge would be presented to her soon.
Weeks had passed, and she started looking up to things, thinking she should enjoy herself with the limited time she has to live, and she started doing things she wanted, had a relationship kind of, drank and had fun. There was no one there who said she couldn’t anyhow, except the voice in the back of her head that she was being a bit much, but she liked to ignore it. She had her fun, but the anxious feeling soon came back to her chest, sitting in there, as she then soon became paranoid of eyes of her old friends. She would be scared of any mentioning of them, or be suspicious of anyone who came near her, she was learning to trust less, but it was for her survival.
At the end of the month, Carly had been working on these feelings, and then one day, while sitting on the edge of a cliff, and thinking to herself, she realized she didn’t really have much time left and that she should learn to cope with things, or die unhappy. She sat at the edge of a cliff, watching the sunrise come up, her eyes closed as peace melted away the cold, clingy feelings that lunged at her every moment they had. She heard a beep of a unit, yet, she did not open her eyes, and she had known this time would come, and she could not fight back, she sat at the edge, before getting kicked off. Yet, a peculiar thing is that she really, really was determined to win, and so she fell, with a smile on her face, and a thud. The drop seemed deadly, and it was, she hit a tree on her head on the way down, and then the back of her entire body was slammed against the slope of a mountain, and she slid violently down the side of it, and that was it that was how Carly died…
Carly woke up on a bed in a dark basement, she put her hand to her head and looked around, she had no clothes on, and she was so confused. “Where am I?” She had asked herself, as she got up, her bare feet touching the cold ground, so cold it singed her feet some. She walked around, looking around and confused no clue of where she was. She looked down at her hand, as if it wasn’t hers, and then struggled to walk up the stairs. She walked into an empty room, and looked at an empty house. She took a step out into the cold air, completely naked, and then she met eyes with another girl. The girl opposite of the street was distracted, as she looked out into a town, leaning on a wooden pole with her arms crossed, she sighed so loud it was audible from across the street. Carly took another step but it felt unbalanced and she tripped, and the woman looked over. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin, the woman also worse a dark brown jacket with a pale blue undershirt, and blue jeans with black shoes. She was a cute girl, and the expression on her face was of shock. The woman quickly came over to Carly, and pushed her into the house she came from.
“What’s wrong with ya’ girl!? You’re going to catch a cold, or let some man see you!”
“Who are you?” Carly asked in confusion
“Juss’ get your naked ass inside!”
Carly was shoved in, her turmoil worsening as a jacket was hastily thrown around her , Carly liked the feeling of it, it was warm, so she wrapped it around herself tighter, and she took a moment to study the house. The front of the room had brown walls, pale blue walls, and dark brown hard wood flooring, the windows were boarded up and it was furnished nicely. Streaks of white light pierced through the cracks of the boarded up windows, shining on the old time furniture, she looked around the house as if it was awe inspiring to her before getting shoved into the direction of a couch, and the lady sat down with her mouth open and an appalled expression stretched over her face. She crossed her legs and her arms, as he waiting for Carly to sit down, and she did so.
“What’s your name?”
“…I uh-what?” Carly didn’t know how to respond.
“You’re name what is it!”
Carly stuttered to speak the words.
“ I don’t, I don’t know!”
The woman looked at Carly funny, but who could blame her, a naked woman just fell through a front door out into the cold snow, now she is being told that the woman doesn’t know her own name.
“I just, I just woke up, and I don’t know – where I am or, who you are, or, I’m just, confused?”
Carly sputtered out in a quick paced way with a high pitch tone. Carly had lost her memory, she couldn’t remember her own name or who she was at all, she had forgotten her training as a unit, her affiliation with a gang, who she knew, anything- it was all gone. Carly Morris had died, 777 had died, and now the way Carly looks is an echo of her former self. All she had was this new woman she just met.
Over a course of time Carly was given nick names like “Crazy Eyes” for the two different colored eyes she had and “Cowgirl” because she had a country accent like the woman she met. Carly soon learned that the woman’s name was Annabelle Jenkins, and they became really close to each other. Carly followed her around like a confused puppy and started crafting a new personality, a new person, she was no longer Carly, or 777, she no longer had problems she no longer had any affiliation with anything. Carly learned about the 7 hour war, and the cities and she began to have feelings for Anna. It took months out of her life, and sadly Anna did not feel the same way but Carly didn’t care, she would still be there for her as the way she was when she fell out of the front door of that house. Carly no longer had oppressive shackles that weighed her down, she was free, she was happy, and she was safe.
Carly looked down at her white feet, curling her toes as she went to lay down on the dark orange leather couch, she rested her head on the armrest of the couch and stared at the ceiling, as the fan went around and around she occupied her time by watching one blade on the fan spin around in circles. The door opened in her house and she saw Anna come in, she put her scarf onto the coat rack and walked over to Carly, and she began to cry. Carly didn’t exactly know why but she stood up, and the sweetness she had when she didn’t lose her memory echoed through her, and she wrapped her arms around her beloved and rocked her from the left to right. “Shh Babygirl, its gun’ be okay, whatever it is, I promise.” Anna would never tell Carly what had happened, but she felt even closer to Anna and through the months she had forged many new memories, fun, great memories.
To the time she met Anna
To the time she met other friends, and kept them close
To the time she had to scrape her best friend off the ground because she was so piss drunk she couldn’t stand
Or to the time she got into a fight with someone and 3 other people were there behind her, who had her back.
She felt as if there was nothing to be afraid of, that the 7 hour war wasn’t a big deal and that people were normal and always will be normal, and that was gold to her. It was gold because she hears how bad it got, but she doesn’t see it, she sees the smiles on her friends’ faces and the desire to rebuild whatever had been before. Carly had no affiliation with The Union, with a type of species, or anything, she was normal, she was happy, and she was golden.
“Oh shut the fuck up Ricky, heheheh.” Carly chuckled loudly, her name wasn’t Carly anymore, instead it was Melody now, it wasn’t exactly a name, still a nickname, but she was called that so often that it became her name. She got the name when Ricky brought over a tape filled with music, and Carly sang with all of them, and showed her voice out, and Steven called her Melody, and it started that way.
Melody hit the shoulder of her friend, a bit too harsh and she didn’t really notice, yet Ricky did. The three of them were all together; Melody, Anna, Steven, and Ricky. The usual gang, the guys who stuck up for each other and didn’t get into the business that risked their lives, they just wanted what Carly wanted. Carly wanted friends, no more fighting, fighting was useless fighting would never end. Carly just wanted friends and she just wanted good times back, and that resonated through Carly to Melody and that resonated from Melody to Anna, to Ricky, to Steve.
And Melody had peace, and she was happy, she was a free spirit, and a lovely person.
Carly had died, along with 777, but Melody was there now and Melody still had the two in her heart somewhere. All of them were different people, with different personalities and problems, yet they all are still there.
Melody had a flashback, a flashback of sirens, just, sirens and blue and red lights. She didn’t understand it, she didn’t really get it, but she stood in a child’s old room and she just stood there and thinking about it. She didn’t understand it, and she never asked what the blue and red lights meant, but she had a feeling inside her, and it felt like a curious, yet sad one.
Melody woke up, lying down in her bed, looking up at the fan as it swirled weakly with the low amount of electricity coming into the house. She pushed off her covers, pulled over a couple layers of socks, put on her jeans, her bra, her shirt, everything she needed. Looked in the mirror and winked at it, giving out her cocky smile, and walking out of the door. She put her hands into her pocket and sighed as she walked down the stairs, she was grabbed by the shoulder hastily. She glanced over and saw that it was Anna, tugging at her shoulder before jetting off, she would push open the door and the two would trudge through the snow, and run.
“What the hell is goin’ on!?” Melody asked.
“I swear I saw soldiers, they’re comin’ for us Mel, and they are gun’ kill all of us!”
Melody had never seen an OTA soldier before…and she didn’t want to.
“Wha-? What do we do!? What’s going to happen to us?” Melody said in a high pitched tone
“We’re gun’ get the /hell/ outta’ here!”
Anna and Melody trudged through the snow, pushing through everything, distant, powerful gunshots were heard and each one heard Melody cringed, Anna didn’t show any reaction, yet Melody didn’t know why. Nothing gold can stay. Melody and Anna stopped at the end of a field, and near a cliff, there was a large tunnel in the side of the cliff with a swinging, orange glowing lantern swinging in the wind hanging on a rich, dark brown beam. The beams went down and down and down the tunnel, lighting them. The two were breathing heavily, and the distant sound of gunfire presumed. Anna looked around, her mouth open gasping for air, as she held tighter onto Melody’s hand.
“Let’s get inside!” Anna said, and that’s what they did, and they stayed in the tunnel for the day. Melody cried, and Anna cried, and they held each other for a long while and tried to be quiet when they heard the slightest sound. They tried to convince themselves that Richard and Steve were okay, but they knew they were dead, and they knew they were next. Melody had an anxious feeling sit into her stomach, and it was killing her.
“ I need a cigarette, I need a cigarette, I need a cigarette!” She was so stressed and scared, yet Anna was there, and they ensured each other’s safety. They left the tunnels next morning, and when they came back to the town, they saw that everyone was dead. Everyone…
Melody dropped to her knees, and looked at all the destruction, and sobbed, and cried, and she was just in so much pain, she wanted it to go away, she wished things would go back as they were. She wanted to party and forget about the problems she had and she just wanted to not care and she just wished things were better. She understood now, when Anna said it was a harsh world. Melody just sat there in the snow, and looked at the bullet holes that marked the town and the body that sat around 20 meters in front of her. Anna trudged off, and Melody followed concerned.
“It’s going to be okay!” Melody pleaded
“We’re going to die…” Anna said hopelessly “We tried to escape what we had coming, and it’s going to happen again, there’s no one here for miles and we’re going to die.”
Melody grasped Anna’s wrist. “No we ain’t! As long as we stick together we can get through this, we can do this!”
Anna started sobbing, her shoulders bobbing up and down from the crying and when Melody went to hug her, she flailed around and pushed her off. “They killed Ricky! He’s dead!” Melody thought about this, she didn’t’ care about Steve, or herself, or anyone, and she had her suspicions that Anna and Ricky had something, she felt depressed but she realized she couldn’t be at this moment. “Anna, we can get through this, we just, we just need to think. We need to get out of the outlands, we should like, go to one of those cities!” Melody said, trying to pick up every scrap she could to convince Anna it was going to be okay. “No.. No it wouldn’t work, we’d die trying to get there.” Anna said hopelessly, and Melody began to grow frustrated.
“Then what do you want us to do? Just sit out here and wait to get picked off!? Look, I know it’s fucking tough but it’s just a guy, it’s just some guy and you can’t throw your life out for it, I understand you’re upset but I know you’re smart and I know you’re better than this!”
Anna looked at Melody, silent, and speechless, she then nodded, and muttered okay and they walked onwards, where they did not know, but away from the town that will serve as Melody’s first memory of pain and loss. The two of them moved onwards, using supplies and whatever they could to get through it, doing their best to not get caught as they then sneaked into a city. The two of them got into trouble for not having UU branded clothing, but the units did not look into it as much as they should have, and the two were issued clothing. Over time, Melody stuck with Anna as much as she could, but one night Anna didn’t come back to the apartments. When Melody asked everyone she had met where she went, someone had told her she had transferred citied, why she did not know, but it brought so much despair to Melody it put her into an anxious and depressed state.
The next morning, she had a suitcase packed with clothing and was sent into the next transfer to the city that needed the most population, she moved from city to city, met many people, and learned lots of things. She is moving to her 3rd city, hoping she’ll come across Anna for answers, and to maybe go back the way things were, but Melody will find out soon, that nothing good ever stays, but she’ll need to stay golden.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Defects:
-Character has amnesia and can't remember any of her unit training, or anything about her past, it would take literally OOC years for her to remember a good portion of things.
-Character could be prosecuted if she stumbled across a Union Loyal character that once knew Carly and knew that she needed to be killed before, but what are the chances of that?
Perks:
-The only way someone is going to recognize her is the eyes, but she's also presumed dead, so it could be just a coincidence.
-Carly is kind of a new person, so it'll be a little bit harder for some people to realize who she was.
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?Get back a character that I hold close to my heart, RP them in a new way, and develop the character. She’s not a character that is supposed to be a badass or some kick ass shit, she won’t be able to regain any memories about training and being a badass unit for literally years, OOC time. Even if she does, it’ll be hard for her to do any of those moves with her physique and her being a citizen.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) Nope
Extra Notes (optional):I might add some things, but I might keep some things with loose ends for character development.