#anarchicintro

[anarchicchaos]

【 Priscilla Quintana //. cis-female //. she/her 】 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… LUCIANA SÁNCHEZ into The Hub. You are registered to be THIRTY-SIX and have been given citizenship for TEN YEARS  under the Expatriate Act. According to the data compiled, your most notable qualities seem to be LOYAL & CRUEL. Please confirm that you are MORAL ALIGNMENT. From what we’ve gathered your place of employ is currently for the THE GOVERNMENT as a PROSECUTOR //. MARA LIEUTENANT  //.  We strongly advise that you provide the correct information pertaining to your background to ensure proper safety precautions: are you a _HOST_ or _HUMAN_? A deeper dive into our archive suggests that you are  AT STACKS OF BOOKS IN AN OFFICE, MORE THAN MEETS THE EYES, EARLY MORNINGS AND LONG NIGHTS, FIGHTING FOR THOSE WHO PAY THE HIGHEST. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ᴠᴇʀɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 100% ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! Please comply to all regulations and laws. It is our hope that you enjoy your stay. 

BASIC INFORMATION:

Name: Luciana Sánchez

Nickname: Luci or Ana

Birthday: 15th of September

Age: Thirty-Six

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Acapulco, Mexico

Places Lived Since: Acapulco & Tokoyo

Current Residence: Tokoyo

Nationality: Mexican/Native American

Parents: Deceased

Number of Siblings: Older brother

Laungages Spoken: Spanish, English & Japanese

Five Positive Traits: Loyal, Hardworking, Perfectionism, Problem Solver, & Reliable

Five Negative Traits: Cruel, Overthinks, Picky, Independent, & Critical

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5'3

Weight: 130lbs

Build: Lean side

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Green

RELATIONSHIPS:

Current Relationship Status: Single

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

BIOGRAPHY: Coming Soon

WANTED CONNECTIONS: Coming Soon

[hxdonist]

.::. I AM THAT I AM .::. ikarus ito

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.::. A SICKNESS UNDEFINED .::. basics.

NAME: IKARUS CAELUM ITO ALIASES: IK, IKKA, THE FOX OF EIGHT EYES, 1NF1N1T3FUN AGE: THIRTY-FIVE YEARS OLD. [JANUARY 17TH] GENDER/PRONOUNS: CIS MAN HE/HIM SEXUALITY: PANSEXUAL // DEMIROMANTIC HUMAN // HOST: HUMAN OCCUPATION: DATA EXPUNGED - - - as far as you need to know, I am a friend. A netrunner and a braintrip cutter of the...shady variety. AFFILIATIONS: NANO ZILLA. And any gang, corp, or solo with the balls to think they can run with me.

.::. IT'S MY KINGDOM COME .::. going deeper.

PERSONALITY: CHARMING TO A FAULT, IKARUS DESIRES ONLY TO CORRECT WHAT HE PERCIEVES AS 'SOCIETAL WRONGS.' WHILE HIS BANNER SEEMS AT FIRST SOMETHING WORTH WORKING BENEATH HIS METHODS ARE MANIPULATIVE MUCH LIKE THE MAN HIMSELF. A HEDON WITHOUT CARE FOR THE 'WAY THINGS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN' HE IS A GLUTTON FOR ATTENTION, POWER, SEX, DRUGS- ANYTHING THAT MAY FIRE THE SYNAPSE REQUIRED FOR PLEASURE- AND RIPS THROUGH THE THINGS THAT PLEASE OR ANGER HIM LIKE A MALICIOUS VIRUS WITHOUT DIFFERENTIATING WHICH IS WHICH. SELF-ASSURED TO THE POINT OF BEING COCKY TO THE EYES OF SOME, IKARUS' SKILLS ARE RARELY CALLED INTO QUESTION, AND HE PREFERS IT THAT WAY, HE WILL ONLY STAND FOR THE BEST IN HIS RANKS, SOURCING NEW MEMBERS THROUGH REGULAR 'TESTS' DEPLOYED ON THE NET BY 'THE FOX OF EIGHT EYES' AND REJECTING ANY WHO FALL SHORT OF STANDARD. DESPITE THIS, HE IS LOYAL TO THOSE WHO EARN IT, A DOGGED, STRONG-WILLED FRIEND TO HAVE IN ONE'S CORNER, DESPITE BEING A RATHER SLIPPERY ASSOCIATE IN ANYTHING TO DO WITH POWER.

AESTHETIC: WIRES COILING AND BLACK, BOUND LIKE CHAINS TO THE NET; ALIVE IN CODE || A FOX WITH TOO MANY EYES AND BROKEN, SPIDERING LIMBS. IT BECKONS TO YOU IN THE DARKNESS. || STATIC SOAKED SCREENS FROM YEARS PAST WATCHING WITH INTENT; THE GHOSTS OF WHAT WE WERE. || A REFINED BLACK SUIT SLICKED WITH BLOOD- UNBOTHERED YOU LIGHT UP A CIGARETTE- JUST ANOTHER NIGHT IN THE CITY.

KNOWN CYBERWARE: NEURAL UPLINK PORT STANDARD IN NETRUNNERS. HEADWARE RIG USED FOR ON-THE-FLY HACKING. SINGULAR PROSTHETIC ARM, MATTE BLACK CARBON AND RED LIGHTING ARRAY. IMPLANTED WEAPONRY LIKELY CONTAINI- DATA CORRUPTED. ERROR CODE: 2NOSY;)

HISTORY: CORRUPTED DATA RESTORED. BACKUP DRIVE CREATED. File Attached: FoxOfEightEyes.txt [TRIGGER WARNINGS: CHILD ABUSE, ANIMAL DEATH] [Mobile version of bio available in a google doc HERE] [hint: use the forcecode to skip the puzzle.]

.::. FROTHING AT THE MAW .::. connections.

CAT TO MOUSE; FOX IN YOUR HENHOUSE: The eponymous 'predator and prey' relationship- but who's who when the chips fall? Be you a Corpo burned by Nano Zilla, a gang member too foolish to determine you were being swindled before it happened, or even a Cowboy with your eyes on a pricy take- 1NF1N1T3FUN welcomes your attempts on his life- and recommends you come prepared.

FOLLOW THE WHITE RABBIT: An understudy/mentor relationship- a recently welcomed netrunner into the embrace of Nano Zilla and their base made in Dreamland, you followed the Fox of Eight Eyes and found its den to rest in the retrofitted depths of a once-bustling theme park; the skeleton of whimsy and fun now inhabited by the kind of people who treat the net as their playground. Ikarus only welcomes the best into his family, those willing to shirk the existing rules and demands of corporations and the government to seek building something greater- through technological subterfuge- he'll take you under wax wings, teach you to wind among the wires with the best of them- just make sure you know exactly what that means, when the time comes.

BITTERLOVER.EXE: The ever-present exes connection. Ikarus is a different man, in love. Dedicated to ideals and the ever-elusive 'better' his goals seem lofty- but oh, he always seemed to have time for you, and a carbon-steel fist that drives his crew so firmly was always soft in the quiet of a tiny apartment- but that was then. It's hard to recognize him now- you can't imagine you want to, because when push came to shove- Ikarus chose power over you. This is a connection for an ex who dated Ikarus recently, while he's headed and operated with Nano Zilla as an active anarchist/insurrectionist.

ISANYONEUP.MP4: You need help sourcing an illegal or otherwise damaging to your reputation braintrip and with some digging- you've found the editor who spun it. Sure, he wasn't the gunman that left your loved one dead in the dirt- wasn't the bastard who filmed the two of you having sex and sold it off after- but he knows who was, picking around in the BT with his editing software- he's said he'll help you, for a price- are you brave enough to take that offer?

ADDITIONAL CONNECTIONS

Childhood friends

Exes (younger than 19 years old/schoolkid ages)

Former coworkers (Ex Gestalt Bureau Corpo, abandoned his position at 23.)

Fellow Nano Zilla netrunners who work for/under him

corpos/ceos/high ranking officials he's got existing dirt on

Braintrip recorders/sellers who use his services as an editor

regular hookups

literally anything I'll take it all babyyyyyy

[jsuysbriefyb]

𝟶𝟶𝟷.   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂   ...

⋯⋯⋯   GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME:   killian wang. NICKNAME(S):   kill / killer (mostly jokingly, reserved for his adoptive siblings), ian (reserved for his mother), k / kay (if one must use a nickname, this is what he prefers). AGE:   twenty7. DATE OF BIRTH:   june 13. PLACE OF BIRTH:   shanghai, china. CURRENT LOCATION:   tokyo, japan. GENDER:   trans man. PRONOUNS:   he/him. ORIENTATION:   gay. RESIDENCY LENGTH:   one month. EDUCATION LEVEL: master's degree in nursing, currently working on doctorate in nursing. OCCUPATION: nurse practitioner, trauma specialty. LANGUAGES: mandarin, english (fluent), japanese (fluent), spanish (conversational), french (conversational).  

⋯⋯⋯   PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

HEIGHT:   5'11. TATTOOS:   none. PIERCINGS:   none. SCARS: top surgery. STYLE:   comfortable, usually seen in scrubs. big jacket or death. blood stained more often than not. always carries stethescope.   DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS:   highly freckled complexion, especially on face, chest, shoulders, arms. wears corrective glasses (approximately -7.00 in both eyes + an aggressive astigmatism) and refuses to get it surgically fixed. FACE: emile woon.

⋯⋯⋯   HEALTH.

ALLERGIES:   none. SLEEPING HABITS:   extremely poor, most of the sleep he gets is in on-call rooms or on the subway between the hospital and his apartment. is used to falling asleep quickly and waking up faster. light sleeper, doesn't set an alarm as he tends to wake up naturally when he needs to.   EATING HABITS:   whenever he remembers.  is a good cook though. SOCIABILITY:   5/10.  was raised to not speak unless spoken to, but is naturally incredibly curious and will ask questions relentlessly especially if he determines his line of questioning will help someone else. DRINKING / SMOKING / DRUGS:   sometimes   /   yes   /   no. OTHER:   debilitating night terrors.

⋯⋯⋯   PERSONALITY.

LABELS / TROPES:   the medic, technical pacifist, child prodigy, properly paranoid, beware the quiet ones. INSPIRATIONS:   emery anden, nic nevin, spencer reid, leo fitz. TRAITS:   pragmatic,  analytical,  logical,  perceptive,  evasive,  cautious,  paranoid,  contemplative,  prying, scrupulous. LIKES:   rain,  feeling like he's helping people, talking to family. DISLIKES:   talking about himself,  talking to family,  people questioning him / his decisions. HABITS:   cracking knuckles,  keeping hands in pockets or otherwise fiddling with lighter,  clicking pen. HOBBIES:   sleeping... whenever he can... so not often.

⋯⋯⋯   FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER:   xiaoling wang,  deceased. FATHER:   unknown. ADOPTIVE FAMILY: the zhaos. SIGNIFICANT OTHER:   n/a.   BEST FRIEND:   in this economy?   SIBLING(S):   adoptive, but considers them more akin to cousins than siblings.  CHILDREN:   none.  PET(S):   none.

𝟶𝟶𝟸.   𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈 / 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂   … 

[drug use, overdose, parental death] born in shanghai to a single mother. never learned about his biological father as xiaoling wasn't interested in talking about the man much for obvious reasons (deadbeat foreigner). xiaoling had a close bond with one of the members of the zhao family who are very high ranking in a crime organization there. when xiaoling passed due to an overdose (which killian, age ten, found her dying from), the zhaos took killian in as their own child.

killian was offered full adoption by the zhaos, which he respectfully denied. it was still assumed that killian would join the ranks of the organization, though it didn't seem he had any inclination to do so.

labeled a child prodigy and generally a very smart kid who devoured any and all information he had access to. affinity for medicine, science, and language. additionally excelled in any and all martial arts he was placed in, as was expected of him.

eldest members of the zhao family were assassinated in almost broad daylight, at which killian (eighteen) was recruited by his 'older brother' to help enact revenge. resulted in killian responsible for the death of several people, and while he doesn't regret killing them, he feels fear for the exhilaration he got out of doing so.

literally immediately after this he was like hmmmmmmm no thank you! i want no part of this!!!! press esc to escape!! unfortunately despite it all he is a zhao, whether he has the name or not. this was not taken well by his remaining adoptive siblings and he was more or less exiled / told to figure life out by himself.

got a bachelor's + master's in nursing in an attempt at 'making up' for the death he caused... has it worked? not really. but by the time he received his masters and started work as an NP, he earned his siblings' respect back and was more or less accepted back by the family, though he's still considered an outsider by a large margin.

honestly Hated feeling like an outsider within his own family and when his friend in tokyo mentioned that there was a NP position open in the tokyo trauma team... well.... an escape is an escape!

while killian won't kill, he is unopposed to violence and has a strict moral compass.... what type of morals? good luck figuring that out. his violence shows more in the way he speaks sometimes, rather than actions, though he is just as likely to break your arm as he is to fix it depending on how you act. misses his family dearly. is extremely paranoid.

doesn't live in a particularly great area so he'll offer free medical services to those who need it.

not a fan of new technology unless it is specifically 'good' medical technology (whatever that means).

if you want to contact him you have to corner him as he'll avoid someone for years if needed.

if he's not working he's sleeping and he's rarely not working. he came here for a change but it's probably worse here if we're being honest.

ummm near photographic memory? will repeat back to you something you said a year ago word-for-word.

wants no involvement in anything ever please leave the man alone.

𝟶𝟶𝟹.    𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂   ...

the friend who was like heyyyyy bestie come here <3 everything is fine and dandy <3

coworkers...? killian is extremely diligent and a very good nurse even if he looks a little babyfaced... shouldn't have much of a problem there.

'dude just come to the trauma center it is so much easier to treat you there' 'no i prefer bleeding out on your couch for some insane reason' 'okay well cant do much about that i guess do you want some alcohol to numb the pain before we get into it'

someone who knows the zhaos? affiliated w them or otherwise?

???? he's been here for a solid 30 days and 4 hours maybe. idk. pokes him. do something. he sticks his nose where it doesn't belong too much for his own good if that helps. will take any and all connections. shakes tin can.

[redance]

【 shioli kutsuna //. cis woman //. she/her 】 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… AKANE MATSUMOTO into The Hub. You are registered to be TWENTY-NINE and have been given citizenship for ALL YOUR LIFE under the Expatriate Act. According to the data compiled, your most notable qualities seem to be AMBITIOUS & CALCULATING. Please confirm that you are CHAOTIC NEUTRAL. From what we’ve gathered your place of employment is currently for the SHABIRU as a GEISHA . We strongly advise that you provide the correct information pertaining to your background to ensure proper safety precautions: are you a _HOST_ or _HUMAN_? A deeper dive into our archive suggests that you are  A PAINTING IN MOTION WITH EVERY GRACEFUL GESTURE ,BALANCING ON THE TIP OF A KNIFE , SKIN BATHED IN HEADY WINE, NEVER-ENDING REINVENTION OF THE SELF. Though we noticed you, too, are similar to LA BELLE OTERO, SALOME, MILADY DE WINTER ( THE THREE MUSKETEERS ) , ACRASIA ( THE FAERIE QUEENE ) ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ᴠᴇʀɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 100% ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! Please comply to all regulations and laws. It is our hope that you enjoy your stay. 

FULL NAME: akane matsumoto .

NAME MEANING: akane 茜羽 deep red, matsumoto 松本 base of the pine tree

NICKNAMES: whatever your heart desires, though she is exclusively called just akane . geishas usually only have one stage name.

OCCUPATION :geisha, dancer, actress .

AGE : twenty-nine .

PLACE OF BIRTH : tokyo, japan .

GENDER : cis woman .

LANGUAGES : japanese, korean, mandarin chinese, english .

ETHNICITY: japanese .

DATE OF BIRTH : presumably 5.01.2015 .

ZODIAC : capricorn sun . virgo moon . libra rising

EASTERN ZODIAC: goat™ / ...vintage hermès by jean paul goatier

a girl is nothing until she is everything. adopted and raised by the shabiru clan. was found on a rainy winter morning, with no name. but that's not her tale. not the one she tells nor the one that reverberates in the mouths of all those who know her. if you ask akane, she'll tell you that she comes from a family of former geishas, each one lined up like precious pearls around the necks of japan's most eminent individuals. they danced for emperors, kings and queens, between the offerings and banquets, divine and unattainable, fated to be remembered.

elegance is her first language. they knew it from the start — how she kept her back straight and perfectly positioned her hands, even as a child. 'she could be something deadly', they whispered. 'but she'll also be something beautiful.' she was taught how to hold a blade in one hand and a book of poems in the other, used of course as a counterbalance, for both were of equal use when wielded correctly. when the rest of the nins went to sleep, she danced, painted and played an array of instruments, each one more complicated than the last.

when they speak of salome, tell them she wasn't always like this. she never found a mother in any of the women of the shabiru clan, but she loved and was beloved, truly, irreversibly, and madly, by one of their former geishas — thus akane even served as a maiko by this woman's side. greatly favoured by the aforementioned geisha, akane was weaned on attention and grew up to be rather competitive and emulous, yet in spite of her cruel ambition, she knew when to show mercy too; perhaps it was an innate trait, or even an echo of her true spirit.

anything that you can do, she can do it better. was an apprentice for four years and made her debut as a geiko upon turning eighteen. if there's one thing that rings true is that she never knew how to concede — she would bite and scratch and walk forward even when her feet and hands were battered and bruised and oozing blood; watch her dance, in a pool of crimson, in a pool of red, until there's nothing left but the emptiness.

a rose flung into a room, all hue and scent. she's held her tenure for almost eleven years now, and during this time, she's managed to reach the very top of the ladder. at least in terms of her profession. now, she dances and smiles, points a finger at any traitorous man, amating them with an idle laugh. watch her give contour and grace and style to discord and disarray. between heaven and abyss, only she exists.

TRIVIA.

the closest thing to a celebrity or an idol. is a woman of great prestige. she's well-known and adored by many, but unlike most celebrities, akane, as a geisha, exclusively entertains selected individuals and not the public. army candy of many— but ultimately belongs to no one.

at the moment, she isn't employed at a specific location, but rather can be seen wherever one needs/invites her. it's worth noting that she's quite expensive, high-in-demand and selective. it adds an air of mystery to her persona.

she's had many loyal patrons over the years, some that according to rumors she accepted as lovers, but those are all just speculations. however, there is one theory that could back up this claim — people whisper that a certain design/part of a hotel in the city was modeled after her breasts, especially when you look at it from the side. apparently, an architect fell in love with her and decided to immortalize her in this way. akane never confirmed nor denied it.

lives a very decadent life, greatly due to her patrons. jewelry, expensive materials, lavish food and drinks, she can just glance at it, and they'll get it for her.

notoriously bathes in high-priced wine and sake. not always, and certainly not as often as she tells people, but it's nice to soak in someone's yearly paycheck. i mean what. she does also sell her bath water, so if you don't agree, look the other way.

she performs at weddings, high-end events, holds tea ceremonies, and can be booked privately, be it for more or just one individual.

most notably, akane invented 'the red dance'. it's her own take on the jiuta mai, with some modern influence. it's intricate, thought-provoking and takes months to learn. perfected it by dancing in the rain without getting the lower part of her kimono wet. she's dressed in red from head to toe whenever she performs it.

emulates salome in many aspects. while she is trained and skilled in martial arts, akane much prefers to play the coy part and have others point their blades and bring her body parts of anyone who has wronged her.

at the moment, does mostly spy work and brings information back to the shabiru. her current involvement with them is veiled in a thick layer of secrecy, so unless someone's a member of their clan, they won't know much about her, other than what she wants them to think. this of course, may be subject to change in the future.

stared in a couple of films, at the behest, once again of her patrons. they were mostly minor roles, but after all, it's only another way to gain more notoriety.

whatever hides beneath all these layers of lies could be something ugly, but a journey of self-discovery still awaits her. she wants to believe that she's capable of something more.

PLOTS.

all jumbled up together but here we go i. a person who got to know akane on a deeper level. how and why can definitely be discussed but with them there's no need to perform. she gets to be herself, without all the makeup and lavish kimonos. ii. of course people that she's spying on or trying to get some intel on them. iii. regular clients who always come back, regardless of their reason. perhaps they want to discuss poetry, drink tea, or simply talk about their day. akane will listen as long as she's getting paid. when the cards decline, it's time for you to go. iv. higher-ups who believe that she's on their side or that they can win her over and have her come to their faction. she'd love to see the effort. v. perhaps the greatest sin of all would be to leave this world without having loved. things are already complicated, but why not make it even worse. they can always try, they can always fail. what is it about love that makes it so fatal? vi. some mutual dislike or perhaps it just comes from their side. maybe they're not buying her story fully, so they're trying to find more. vii. listen, she's been everywhere. you're bound to run into her at some point. so there could be people who know her from much earlier times, back when she was just starting out. viii. fans, patrons of her work. love it when things get a little obsessive. ix. someone who got exposed or will be exposed because of her. so much more! i'm always here to entertain crazy ideas.

[cainhood]

                  AMARA  TSUCHIYA                CODENAME:  CICADA.

basics.

given  name.     amara  tsuchiya   (   née  camus   ). callsign.     cicada,   loud  only  in  the  summer. nickname.     amy,   give  her  some. age.     thirty-two   (   february  13,   2012   ). place  of  birth.     portland,   maine. gender  identity.     cis  woman   (   she   +   her   ). orientation.     bisexual   (   femme  lean   ). occupation.     public  security  intelligence  for  the  government   /   room  maid  at  the  nyūtō  onsen  &  resort.     former  sniper  class  special  operative   (   callsign:   cicada   )   in  task  force  155. moral  alignment.     neutral  evil. character  inspiration.     carmilla  of  styria   (   castlevania   ),   widowmaker   /   amélie  lacroix   (   overwatch   ),   samara  morgan   (   the  ring   ),   helga  sinclair   (   atlantis:   the  lost  empire   ),   delilah   (   the  bible   ),   amma  crellin   (   sharp  objects   ),   azula   (   avatar:   the  last  airbender   ),   logan  roy   (   succession   ),   susie  bannion   (   suspiria   ).

background.

your  story  begins  at  the  bottom  of  a  stairway.     there,   in  her  child  stance  lit  by  night’s  glow.     a  cluster  of  far-off  fireflies,   or  a  whining  streetlamp.     there,   in  the  poised  curve  of  her  back,   confident  down  to  the  bone  marrow.     here,   in  the  black  speck  on  her  smooth  skin  like  a  gnat  suspended  in  the  wrong  light.     glimpses  of  you,   backdropped  by  the  smoothed  brick  of  your  mother’s  first  home.     the  orphanage:   where  your  choices  encumber  someone  else,   before  they  round  back  to  you.     a  french  woman  adopts  your  mother,   and  another  gaunt  daughter.     they  grow  into  calling  each  other  sister.     just  as  the  refrain  starts.     every  pretty  one  precludes  a  clever  one,   they  would  say.     you  can’t  be  both.     the  choice  isn’t  yours.     you  are  born  to  the  pretty  one.     she  dies  before  you  reach  a  year  old.     the  bare  bones  of  a  human.     you  will  never  learn  to  ask  for  a  dead  woman’s  picture.

the  clever  one,   then,   inherits  a  pretty  one.     all  the  hushed  baby-lips,   without  the  stretch  marks.     mine,   she  dotes,   my  child.     her  belly  is  still  ripe  from  childbearing;   its  kicks  are  unimportant.     a  clever  daughter,   no  doubt,   to  match  this  pretty  one.     somewhere  in  you,   there  is  a  memory  that’s  not  quite  a  memory.     buttered  fingers  knead  into  your  doughy  neck.     your  lovely,   lovely  aunt  who  softly  coos  as  you  cry  and  cry.     tears  glass  those  eyes,   even  now,   when  she  whispers  to  you  with  her  hands  bracketing  your  nape.     for  every  gilded  sunday,   plum-dressed  and  thick-lashed,   you  will  remember  the  outskirts  of  your  siblings’  posse.     how  any  other  would  treasure  your  fresh  face,   shying  away  from  a  pinch  on  your  cherry  blossom  cheeks.     for  this  face  is  your  mother’s,   and  such  pain  wore  her  to  an  early  grave.     the  wrinkling  shadows,   still,   settle  into  your  siblings’  grins.     you  watch  them.     that  is  all  you  can  do.

in  your  isolation,   you  listen  for  your  aunt’s  silent  cues.     how  she  won’t  respond  to  mother,   no  matter  how  hard  her  children  tug  at  heart-strings  that  don’t  connect.     she  ties  them  to  a  chair,   maybe,   and  returns  to  nurse  a  cold  cup  of  tea.     they  try  to  teeth  on  mama   ––   a  screeching  baby,   instead  of  a  mewling  baby   ––   to  melt  a  name  down  their  throats,   and  into  their  fat  hearts.     a  name  that  only  they  may  speak.     your  name  is  so  dear,   they  want  to  say,   that  i  would  not  sully  you  by  saying  it.     to  her,   an  adulation.     to  them,   a  birthright.     you  are  the  one  to  see  beyond  this.     to  forget  that  she  could  be  called  mother.     her  ears  prickle,   only,   when  you  say  her  name.     helena.     the  delicacy  of  her  smile  is  relentless.     it  curves  into  her  lowered  chin.     all  that  gaze  for  you;   this  time,   that  name  will  be  yours.     and  then,   she  begins  the  quote  with  a  clicked  tongue.     almost  breathless  when  she  says,   i  wish  you  wouldn’t  call  me  that.     your  siblings  have  none  of  the  will  to  reach  for  her  hand.     regardless  of  their  mother’s  wants.     your  aunt-mother  holds  your  hand  in  the  crook  of  her  elbow.     they  watch  you.     that  is  all  they  can  do.

hedged  by  the  dark,   her  dry  hand  cups  your  cheek.     she  is  pale,   moon-faced,   and  the  shadows  drip  crimson  from  her  open  mouth.     you  know  your  lips  curls  in  the  same  way.     a  daughter  has  her  mother’s  mouth.     the  maw  possesses  no  end  nor  beginning.     there  is  only  the  blood.     anyone  who  isn’t  us  is  an  enemy,   she  will  spew,   we  are  all  that  matters.     you  were  made  to  exclude.     to  inhale  ease,   and  exhale  dread.     this  is  how  one  grows  into  a  soldier.     secluded  to  a  daughter’s  curse:   your  mother’s  blood-thirst.     the  child  of  a  fraught  house  doesn’t  realise  its  loss,   even  after  one  calls  it  a  bug’s  name.     cicada.     your  rhythm  is  for  you  alone.     heard  only  under  sunlight;   your  hum  prickles  the  rays  like  flickering  stars.     the  old  hymn  in  your  heart.     i  see,   i  want,   i  eat.

it  is  an  odd  lament,   then,   to  coalesce  with  a   ‘   they   ’   as  your  mother’s  daughter.     you  are  part  of  them.     there  is  no  more  you.     they  share  your  mud-gouged  gaze.     pull  at  the  hardened  roots  of  your  pedestal.     their  nails  will  find  your  weak  ribs,   and  the  chewy  sinews  of  your  neck.     you  already  found  theirs.     held  and  holding.     this  story  still  has  one  ending.     with  your  mother’s  fist  at  your  scruff.     at  the  base  of  a  cave,   far  deeper  than  six  feet  under.     cold  like  a  broken  skin.     the  reedy  bones  of  a  squashed  bug.     one  of  them  betrays  you,   and  you  don’t  want  your  mother.     not  at  the  end  of  your  earth’s  time.     you  don’t  come  back  wrong;   you  were  always  wrong.     a  fluttering  atrocity:   regal  in  your  lack  of  mercy.     half-god  like  a  roach,   living  long  after  humanity.     a  glutton  for  their  own  entrails.     people  are  easier  when  they  thrum  quietly.     amara  tsuchiya  knows  this.     she  sips  life’s  nectar,   and  grows  a  new  set  of  ribs.     metallic,   this  time,   flavoured  like  spilled  blood.     the  sun  will  clutch  its  eclipse;   she  will  be  quiet.

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BEWARE CITIZENS: several new sightings were received in recent reports of a certain suspicious individual roaming the shadows of japan, who could otherwise be identified as JULIAN DE SANTIS ― a highly trained operative in their early thirties. their associations & exact location are unknown, however the reports also describe a series of violent acts, arson, kidnapping, blackmail and multiple other offences of various degrees. please refrain from further engagement in case of close contact. VIEWER READER DISCRETION IS HIGHLY ADVISED.

  Ⅰ ― INTRODUCTION. Ⅱ ― STATISTICS & BIOGRAPHY. Ⅲ ― STATEMENTS. Ⅵ ― CONNECTIONS. Ⅴ ― FULL RECORD.

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【 briana cuoco //. demifem //. she/they 】 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… NEMESIS KLINE into The Hub. You are registered to be THIRTY-SIX and have been given citizenship for TWENTY-FIVE YEARS under the Expatriate Act. According to the data compiled, your most notable qualities seem to be METICULOUS & RECALCITRANT. Please confirm that you are TRUE NEUTRAL. From what we’ve gathered your place of employ is currently for the SHABIRU as a CHŪNIN // OWNER OF A CHOPSHOP. We strongly advise that you provide the correct information pertaining to your background to ensure proper safety precautions: are you a HOST or HUMAN? A deeper dive into our archive suggests that you are gone with the wind and nearly as mercurial in spirit, even with your tap-tap-tapping along the pavement; the sounds of nails on a chalkboard, though alien, as if steel replaced keratin and their purpose is far more sinister; the way midnight looks when it's still in the city and fluorescent lights dance as purple and pink pixies across hazy vision and bad decisions; the smell of bleach and leather and the creak of a rubber apron far too big for the body wearing it. Though we noticed you, too, are similar to AEON FLUX (AEON FLUX), MEI TERUMI (NARUTO), DESIRE (THE SANDMAN), TYLER DURDEN (FIGHT CLUB), MARIKO (SHOGUN). ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ᴠᴇʀɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 100% ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! Please comply to all regulations and laws. It is our hope that you enjoy your stay. 【 d //. 21+ //. she/they //. est //. trypophobia (visual), animal abuse & death, child abuse & pedophilia //. 】

most orphans have hazy memories of a childhood that they're just incapable of parsing, but not you... no, your memories don't even seem to exist before you were 8 years old, already deep underground and hidden away in training.

in fact, for all intents and purposes, you didn't seem to even exist before the age of eleven, and no one remembers seeing hide or hair of you before you were fifteen. no one questions it because no one has the luxury of worrying about others' origins when the world is like it is. another day, another lost child, who gives a shit. thank you, next.

your teen years feel different from the pictures played out in pantomime in old stories and visuals you've seen from the past. no friends, no family technically, but hours of training and practice to become something far more dangerous.

you weren't even born with a name, as far as anyone can tell, but nemesis kline was gifted upon you to help you blend. shadows don't need names, but the people they're posing as do.

nemesis kline, quick as a whip and stinging twice as hard, you are the picture of fit with a body littered with cybernetics and skin marked by tattoos and cyberware alike, you scream danger but in a way that's enticing... like a poisonous flower begging to be eaten only to clog the throat of the one who swallows with their own bile, blood, and something entirely you.

they know you at some of the clubs. you're nemesis kline, the impossibly cool girl (or boundless void, depending on how you feel of a day) who doesn't need friends, but also doesn't eschew company so much as never holding onto it. you're the one drinking from a glass of colorful liquid of indeterminate origin and smoking from an intricate, cyber-hookah providing you with mind-altering experiences, or at least so it seems.

you can count your close friends on one hand, and if you were honest only one finger would be held up to snuff. you prefer the company of animals, keeping a cat because it matches your energy in kind and leaving you sated when you might crave affection... because you do, at times, crave just that. the strays that frequent your place have become your family as much as anything else and come and go as they please, but rafael is the only one you have a paper trail for... sad, that.

a slew of lovers that equal parts clamor for your attention or can't remember your name at all after you're gone keep you otherwise content, and though sometimes you wonder if love is something you can wish for, you at least are settled in the thought that you are not a psychopath, sociopath, or anything in lines with that... just a bit damaged, a bit cracked, filled in with gold and silver and spit to make you whole again.

there's blood on your hands, nin. there has been since you can remember... nothing before that, and nothing planned for after. each day is a new job and a new experience waiting to grace you with some kindling.

you're nemesis. you're chunin. you're shadows and work and you serve none so faithfully as the ones who trained you, and their leader most of all. you own a chopshop... you chop everything there. everything. it's an honest(ish) living and it helps 'pay the bills' on the surface.

whatever else is just white noise.

wanted connections / plots

ride or die — she has exactly one person in her life who she considers a friend on a consistent basis. she's cursory friends with a lot of people. acquaintances are many, but this person she loves and considers her only non-shabiru family.

toxic love — she barely knows what she wants other than to do her job, which leans more toward official business for her boss than her own investment in the chopshop. but the idea of her coveting someone or them coveting her and making the most ridiculously, fucked up, toxic bullshit ever sounds so divine. I have that happily ever after IRL so I don't need it in the game... I need this messed up shit that is love but twisted. Slow burn preferred, hmu.

no one comes to be at 8 years old — give me the spicy drama of someone recognizing her as a child. I have no idea what direction I want to go with it so we could 100% plot something out that is as messed up as we want it to be, or as soft... idk, but I'm leaning towards messed up.

it's in the eyes — she might or might not have had a job that led to her dealing with someone in your vicinity. whatever that means can be discussed, but her mask hides everything when she works... except her eyes. fascinated by them, your character can recognize her from that but fears saying anything to anyone BUT nemesis... it can form into a little cat & mouse or a friendship that turns into something. who knows.

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.::. CALL IT AMBITION .::. Silvaine "Silkie" Harker

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NAME: SILVAINE HARKER ALIASES: SILKIE, SIL, MRS. HARKER, THE GORGON AGE: 36 YEARS OLD. [SEPTEMBER 20TH] GENDER/PRONOUNS: CIS WOMAN SHE/HER SEXUALITY: PANSEXUAL // PANROMANTIC (FEMME PRESENTING PREFERENCE) // OPEN MARRIAGE HUMAN // HOST: HUMAN OCCUPATION: HOST OF THE HOLO-SHOW "SLAUGHTERHAUS!!!" AND 'SEMI RETIRED' COWGIRL- LESS RETIRED THAN HER HUSBAND. AFFILIATIONS: NONE, BUT SHE'S BEEN KNOWN TO TAKE MORE THAN A FEW SPONSORSHIPS FROM ANYBODY WILLING TO OFFER HER A SHINY NEW GUN.

.::. TRAUMA QUEEN .::. going deeper.

PERSONALITY: SHORT-TEMPERED AND CUTTHROAT, SILVANE HARKER IS LUCKY SHE'S PRETTY. A COLD CALCULATING WOMAN HIDDEN UNDER THE GLITTER AND PINK HUES OF THE 'BETTER HALF' OF THE SLAUGHTERHAUS HOSTS, SILKIE IS, UNLIKE HER HUSBAND, CAPABLE OF RECOGNIZING WHEN OTHERS ARE IN PAIN, IT IS, IN FACT, HER BELIEFS THAT THOSE WHO SUFFER DESERVE IT FOR ONE REASON OR ANOTHER, THAT MAKES HER SO DANGEROUS. A VICIOUS COWGIRL IN HER YOUNGER YEARS, BOUNTIES DEEMED 'TOO HEINOUS' WERE SIMPLY KILLED OUTRIGHT- A WARNING TO OTHERS IN HER TERRITORY AND VIGILANTISM A STEP ABOVE WHAT HER JOB TITLE SUGGESTED. NOW FAMOUS WITH THE KIND OF INFLUENCE MOST COULD ONLY DREAM OF, SHE'S USED THIS POSITION TO DISPLAY A SURPRISING KINDNESS TOWARD OTHERS- RUMORS ABOUND OF HER RIGGING THE GAME IN FAVOR OF THOSE SHE DEEMS 'DESERVING' OF A WIN. THOUGH SURELY THIS IS CONJECTURE.

AESTHETIC: PRETTY MANICURED NAILS SLICKED RED GRIPPING THE TRIGGER OF A SNIPER RIFLE PAINTED PINK AND BEDAZZLED WITH CRYSTALS || THE TENUOUS GRIP ON A DELICATE LEASH; WHICH OF YOU IS THE BEAST? || THE EGO UNFETTERED BY THE ID, CALCULATING AND COLD. || A SLY, LITHE LITTLE STREET CAT OF A THING. YOU EARNED THIS. FUCK ANYBODY YOU STEPPED ON TO GET HERE.

KNOWN CYBERWARE: CITED IN MOST OF HER INTERVIEWS AS SAYING 'GOD MADE ME PRETTY' IN ARGUMENT AGAINST ANY SUBSTANTIAL COSMETIC CYBERWARE, SILKIE'S AUGMENTATIONS SEEM ENTIRELY RELATED TO COMBAT; DUAL OCCULAR IMPLANTS, MANTIS-STYLE BLADES INSTALLED IN BOTH ARMS, STABALIZERS IN HER HANDS AND SMART-LINKS FOR THE USE OF GUNS, SHE IS HEAVILY AUGMENTED- SIMPLY GOOD AT DISGUISING IT.

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.::. CUTTHROAT & I FEEL BETTER .::. connections.

BETTING ON THE RIGHT HORSE: For any given reason- you found yourself as a contestant on SLAUGHTERHAUS!!! and for a different- or perhaps, that exact reason- you were handed the keys to victory. Silvaine herself has taken a shine to you, maybe your story was appropriately heart-wrenching to break through the cutthroat veneer, maybe you simply displayed a willingness to survive in the face of death she respects- for whatever reason, you're all but promised a victory now, but that doesn't promise a lack of suffering to achieve it- she's told you how to win- her demands are only that you don't disappoint her. can be for a former contestant as well, now grappling with the knowledge their victory was all but ensured and the people who died in your stead were never going to have a chance.

BABY I'M GODLESS: A more involved exes connection than the additional connections, this ex was a former lover in America prior to the Harkers transferring to japan 15 years ago, when Silkie was 21. You assumed the two of you were a match made in heaven- she was beautiful and smart, with a wicked wit and the fire to match, and you thought she only had eyes for you. It's sudden, the declaration she and her bounty hunting partner are moving to Japan for 'bigger takes and better opportunities'- and the mention that she's willing to let you come along- like an afterthought. Things fall apart then and there, or perhaps they limp along once you arrive in Japan- once Silkie and Odd become The Harkers spitting in the face of what you and Silkie had- or at least, what you thought you'd had. If she feels any guilt for breaking your heart, you don't know. She's had security bum rush you every time you tried to ask... until now.

BLACK SWAN: Silkie wanted fame, fortune, and power- and so did you. At first, you were friends but that didn't last long. now enemies competing for the same sponsorships and commercial deals, you've fallen behind in the face of her willingness to play utterly filthy, sabotage and espionage are simply tools she brings to every audition, and even now with the cushy host position of a TV show built exactly for her kind of malicious view of who deserves what, her 'survival of the fittest' perception remains squarely leveled at your head. In her mind, the two of you are competitors, and she's simply bested you more times, and her cruelty is not bad blood, simply what the fame machine calls for- but she's crushed your dreams under a neat, stiletto heel- enough times that revenge is the neon sign lit in the back of your mind.

ADDITIONAL CONNECTIONS

Exes: She's got a thousand of them, and not many are fond of her.

Arms Dealers/Companies: She's your murder doll- taking sponsorships to shill your weapons and put down contestants who 'cheat' with a dolled up smile and your logo on full display.

former friends from her time in America, up until 15 years ago.

Cowboys who would know her and Odd from their time as an active duo of bounty hunters.

Fans: She's famous, after all! and SLAUGHTERHAUS!!! has been around for a solid 9 years, streaming all the carnage you could ask for every tuesday and thursday straight to your waiting eyes~

Family: While she doesn't have any siblings, she could easily have aunts, uncles, cousins, or even her parents present.

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【 Matilda de Angelis //. cis-female //. she/her 】 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… ALESSIA RICCI into The Hub. You are registered to be TWENTY-SIX and have been given citizenship for TWENTY-SIX YEARS under the Expatriate Act. According to the data compiled, your most notable qualities seem to be CREATIVE & STUBBORN. Please confirm that you are CHAOTIC NEUTRAL. From what we’ve gathered your place of employ is currently for the COWBOY as a BOUNTY HUNTER/SOCIALITE . We strongly advise that you provide the correct information pertaining to your background to ensure proper safety precautions: are you a _HOST_ or _HUMAN_? A deeper dive into our archive suggests that you are  NIGHTS ON THE TOWN WITH A DRINK IN HAND, A PRIVILEGED LIFE, EVERYTHING IS NOT HOW IT SEEMS, BITE IS WORSE THAN HER BARK.  ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ᴠᴇʀɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 100% ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! Please comply to all regulations and laws. It is our hope that you enjoy your stay. 

BASIC INFORMATION:

Name: Alessia Ricci

Nickname: Essia, Nicci (Bounty Hunter Name)

Birthday: 27th of July

Age: Twetny-six

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Tokoyo, Japan

Places Lived Since: Tokoyo, Sicily

Current Residence: Tokoyo

Nationality: Japanese

Parents: Lorenzo & Isabella Ricci

Number of Siblings: One older sister

Laungages Spoken: Japanese, Italian & English

Five Positive Traits: Creative, Fierce, Confident, Intelligent, & Ambitious

Five Negative Traits: Stubborn, Arrogant, Misunderstood, Possessive, & Blunt

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5'2

Weight: 120lbs

Build: Lean side

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

RELATIONSHIPS:

Current Relationship Status: Single

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

BIOGRAPHY: Coming Soon

WANTED CONNECTIONS: Coming Soon

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【 melisa pamuk //. cis-female //. she/her 】 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… Azra Aksoy into The Hub. You are registered to be Thirty-One and have been given citizenship for Twelve Years under the Expatriate Act. According to the data compiled, your most notable qualities seem to be COMPASSIONATE  & NAIVE. Please confirm that you are TRUE NEUTRAL. From what we’ve gathered your place of employ is currently for the THE HONEYBEE CLUB as the OWNER We strongly advise that you provide the correct information pertaining to your background to ensure proper safety precautions: are you a HUMAN? A deeper dive into our archive suggests that you are  DANCING LIKE NOBODY IS WATCHING, A HEART THAT HASN'T HEALED, HIDING BEHIND A FACADE, THE WORLD IS WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT.  ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ᴠᴇʀɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 100% ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! Please comply to all regulations and laws. It is our hope that you enjoy your stay. 

BASIC INFORMATION:

Name: Azra Aksoy

Nickname: Zra, Mama-San

Birthday: 28th of February

Age: Thirty-One

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Mersin, Turkey

Places Lived Since: Mersin & Tokoyo

Current Residence: Tokoyo

Nationality: Turkish

Parents: Hasan & Ayla Aksoy

Number of Siblings: Two older brothers

Laungages Spoken: Turkish, Japanese & English

Five Positive Traits: Empathetic, Compassionate, Pleasure-seeking, Passionate & Creative

Five Negative Traits: Naive, Insecure, Stubborn, Critical & Too Trusting

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5'3

Weight: 120lbs

Build: More on the slender side.

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Dark Brown

RELATIONSHIPS:

Current Relationship Status: Single

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

BIOGRAPHY: Coming So

WANTED CONNECTIONS: Coming Soon

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【 elodie yung //. cis-female //. she/her 】 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… Makara Dubios into The Hub. You are registered to be Forty and have been given citizenship for Thirty-Five Years under the Expatriate Act. According to the data compiled, your most notable qualities seem to be DILIGENT  & ZEALOUS. Please confirm that you are NEUTRAL. From what we’ve gathered your place of employ is currently for the NYŪTŌ ONSEN & RESORT as the OWNER We strongly advise that you provide the correct information pertaining to your background to ensure proper safety precautions: are you a HUMAN? A deeper dive into our archive suggests that you are  LATE NIGHT WALKS, PERFECTIONIST ON ALL ACCOUNTS, CAFFEINE IN ALL FORMS, PLANTS AND FLOWER MUM. 

BASIC INFORMATION:

Name: Makara Dubios

Nickname: Kara

Birthday: 29th of October

Age: Forty

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Phnom Penh, Cambodia

Places Lived Since: Phnom Penh & Tokoyo

Current Residence: Tokoyo

Nationality: Cambodian-French

Parents: Jules & Tevy Dubois

Number of Siblings: One older brother

Laungages Spoken: Cambodian, French, Japanese, Korean & English

Five Positive Traits: Diligent, Loyal, Honest, Determined & Brave

Five Negative Traits: Stubborn, Zealous, Obsessive, Secretive & Stoic

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5'5

Weight: 125lbs

Build: More on the slender side, but has curves. 

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Dark Brown

RELATIONSHIPS:

Current Relationship Status: Engaged

Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual

BIOGRAPHY:

Makara was born in Cambodian and has an older brother. Her mother a native of the country and her father a French Ambassador. It was love at first sight for both of them. She spent the younger part of her childhood growing up in Phnom Penh until she was five.

At the age of five her father was relocated to Tokoyo, uprooted their whole family, but became their permanent residence. She excelled in school, naturally picking up different languages, and ended up at University to Tokoyo for business.

This is where she met the woman that captivated her, breaking down her walls, and leading her into a life her family would never approve of. It was a drunk night that ended up with them married, and though they may have loved each other, it was toxic to the core. She managed to get through university, but escaped the relationship for a better opportunity.

Upon graduation, she started in the hotel and resort industry, slowly building a name for herself and with the help from her family she was able to open her own hotel and resort in Semboku City, surrounded by deep forests and mountains. It is everything she has worked hard for, coming close to celebrating their decade of being open.

Makara spent a lot of time dedicated to her hotel that she didn't see him coming. A man, younger than her, reminding her that she needed to focus more on her personal life, finding a way into her heart. They have been engaged now for three years, but he wants to finally set a date for the wedding, where she can't bring herself to do it.

There was one little problem....she was still married.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Estranged Wife: This was a very toxic relationship where Makara would have slipped more into a submissive role. They were married in their early twenties, together for five years, and she would have kept asking for a divorce, but fearing it would never come, she left in the middle of the night. Makara is trying to find her, to get their divorce legalised since she is currently engaged.

Fiancé: This would be a male, who is a few years younger than her. She is in love with him and they have a great relationship, but he doesn't know that she is still married to another. He keeps pushing to have the wedding soon, but she holds back saying she needs more time to plan and with the resort, but really, she is trying to find the woman who will always have a part of her heart; even if in a toxic way.

Older Brother: They have a great relationship and he is trying to help her find her ex to get the divorce done. Could be even more sloppy if he has a one night with her estranged wife.

Best Friend: Self-explanatory, her ride or die. Also trying to help her find her estranged wife. They have been through a lot, and could have been the one who helped her leave the toxic relationship all those years ago.

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.::. ALL JUST GEARS .::. Calpernian "Odd" Harker

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NAME: CALPERNIAN HARKER ALIASES: ODD, CAL, MR. HARKER, THE HYDRA AGE: 42 YEARS OLD. [OCTOBER 13TH] GENDER/PRONOUNS: CIS MAN HE/IT SEXUALITY: PANSEXUAL // PANROMANTIC (MASC PRESENTING PREFERENCE) // OPEN MARRIAGE HUMAN // HOST: HUMAN (AT LEAST, SOME PIECES ARE STILL) OCCUPATION: HOST OF THE HOLO-SHOW "SLAUGHTERHAUS!!!" AND 'SEMI RETIRED' COWBOY. AFFILIATIONS: NONE, BUT HE HAS A NUMBER OF LUCRATIVE CORPORATE SPONSORSHIP DEALS SO HE'S CLEARLY BIASED.

.::. SAW THROUGH THE SELFISH .::. going deeper.

PERSONALITY: SHOWBUSINESS ISN'T FOR EVERYONE, BUT IT'S PERFECT FOR ODD HARKER. THE SPOILED, FILTHY REMAINS OF WHAT HAD ONCE BEEN AN AMERICAN BOUNTY HUNTER WHO'S WORK BROUGHT HIM TO JAPAN FIFTEEN YEARS AGO, THIS EX-COWBOY'S CHARM IS SHINY AND POLISHED TO A PERFECT SHEEN, INTENDED TO LULL THOSE WHO MIGHT ERR TOO CLOSE TO TRUSTING HIM INTO A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY. THE CHARISMATIC 'MAIN' HOST OF SLAUGHTERHAUS!!! IT IS ODD'S ELECTRIC APPEAL, SMOOTH WIT AND EFFORTLESS CULT OF PERSONALITY THAT GOT THE HARKERS' FOOT IN THE DOOR OF THE FAME MACHINE- HOSTING THEIR MONSTROUS TAKE ON 'ENTICING ENTERTAINMENT.' A MAN WHO COMMANDS A ROOM, EVEN WITHOUT DISPLAYING ANY OF HIS SUBSTANTIAL, IMPRESSIVE CYBERNETIC MODIFICATIONS, ODD'S LOVE OF THE FINER THINGS AND EFFORTLESS DRAW ARE MATCHED ONLY BY HIS SAVAGERY, AS MARRIED TO SILVAINE'S TWISTED IDEALS OF WHAT VALUE A LIFE MIGHT HOLD HIS MASOCHISTIC INVENTIONS AND TASTE FOR SUFFERING IN OTHERS IS FED WELL.

AESTHETIC: SEVEN POUNDS OF FLESH IN HUNDREDS OF POUNDS OF STEEL || THE ID FREE OF THE EGO A MINDLESS THING SMILING THROUGH PERFECT TEETH || THE CLACK AND RATTLE OF FALSE PANELS MOVING BACK INTO PLACE AS THE BEAST RETREATS- THE SWEET TANG OF BLOOD ON SYNTHETIC TONGUES || THE ONE HEAD SEVERED THAT GREW BACK MORE VICIOUS THAN THE HYDRA COULD HANDLE.

KNOWN CYBERWARE: IT IS EASIER TO DESCRIBE THE THINGS THAT ARE NOT CYBERNETIC ON ODD HARKER. THEY ARE AS FOLLOWS: ONE (1) HUMAN BRAIN, HUMAN SKELETAL STRUCTURE/BONE, 40LBS ASSORTED INTERNAL ORGANS. CYBERPSYCHOSIS ALL BUT PROMISED SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN CIRCUMVENTED BY BEING A SOULESS PSYCHOPATH BEFORE THE AUGMENTATIONS AND A SELL-OUT CELEBRITY SHILL AFTER.

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.::. BUT SAW NO SOUL .::. connections.

THE FABULOUS PRIZE: YOUR LIFE.: A WC for a previous contestant who survived SLAUGHTERHAUS!!! who came out the other side a little... cracked. You endured, you struggled, you bear scars and stories and trauma you'll never unravel. The wild eyed, vicious hosts were right, you're thankful for your life in a way you never considered before. Did you apply to the show for a life-changing operation? Money to get you off the streets? Something else you thought worth a pound of flesh? Or were you forced to participate? No matter what, you won your show, you could live a life trying to forget what you endured. You've found yourself seeking out Calpernian, instead. You've seen the thing lurking underneath, a beast of augmentation tucked beneath a shiny veneer of fame and fortune- Curiosity surfaced, not fear. You want to get closer- for any reason that might be.

CYBERH-EX.EXE: Unlike the other ex connections listed under 'additional'- this ex was long term, and recent. While the Harkers are not secretive about their open marriage, Odd was secretive about you. It was for your sake, he insisted, the public eye would frown upon anyone else on his arm not noted for their depravity, and you... were something good. A cherished part of his life slowly turned coveted- possessed. He did his best, to restrain overprotectiveness- but like the dragons he shares a name with, Odd's personality didn't allow for a relaxed grip on the life you shared. You parted ways. His fondness for you remains, despite it all, and where most are met with cold bloodthirst, a cut of meat to feed to the grinder- something softer lives in cold steel, when you give him the time of day.

FROM OUR FABULOUS SPONSORS: a connection to Odd through SLAUGHTERHAUS!!! this person has long been the go-between for their company and the producers of SLAUGHTERHAUS, long enough to have formed a tentative friendship to the Harkers themselves, whatever that may entail. For you, it's been the benefit of seeing how the 'upper crust' live, expensive dinners, fabulous vacations, cars, jewelry, anything the heart might desire- all for being someone Odd and Silkie have taken an interest in. But fame and favor are fickle beasts, and a falling out between you and the company has left you destitute, and of no use to the Harkers, if they find out, cutting you off from the high life... Time to play cover up.

SEVER ONE HEAD: a connection for a solo or cowboy who made an attempt on Odd's life at one point- Bounty Hunters aren't known for not making enemies- and be you one with a legitimate beef from his time as an active cowboy as well, or simply somebody to whom the almighty yen speaks volumes, you've met Calpernian on the grounds of intent to kill- and barely escaped with your life. You were satisfied, however, with your work, Odd left a sparking, shattered mess of cybernetics and flesh, seemingly dying-verging-on-dead. Imagine your surprise- and that of your possible client- when the Hydra seemed unharmed in time for the next broadcast of SLAUGHTERHAUS. That sparking heap was Odd Harker- there's no questions about that- And now he knows someone wants him dead... and his avenue to who, is through you. Things just got a little more... 'hercules' 12 labors' in Tokyo.

ADDITIONAL CONNECTIONS

Siblings: He's probably got a few of them.

Exes: He's got a lot of these, it's no secret Silvaine and Calpernian are not beholden to each other, and they've both had a number of high-profile relationships.

Ichibangase/Eisher Employees: They'd know Odd- the man's a living testament to the kind of augmentation that can be pulled off- albeit a particularly extreme amount of it not recommended for the currently sane.

Friends from back when the Harkers were Cowboys

Friends from their time in America 15 years ago.

[cainhood]

                  AUGUST  GARVEY                AKA:  JACK  HORNE.

basics.

given  name.     jack  horne. real  name.     august  garvey. nickname.     that  motherfucker,   give  him  some. age.     forty-one   (   april  24,   2003   ). place  of  birth.     reno,   nevada. gender  identity.     cis  man   (   he   +   him   ). orientation.     bisexual   (   femme  lean   ). occupation.     general  counsel  for  ichibangase   /   eisher  corporation.     former  public  defence  lawyer,   eventual  pocketed  lawyer  for  countless  wealthy  clients.     each  as  rotten  as  the  last;   none  as  sordid  as  him.     chronic  winner  gambler. moral  alignment.     chaotic  evil. character  inspiration.     saul  goodman   (   breaking  bad   ),   the  narrator   (   fight  club   ),   danny  johnson   /   ghostface   (   dead  by  daylight   ),   player  x   (   molly’s  game   ),   bojack  horseman   (   bojack  horseman   ),   lou  bloom   (   nightcrawler   ),   roman  roy   (   succession   ),   nick  dunne   (   gone  girl   ),   cain   (   the  bible   ).

background.

it  flickers  into  place.     singed  at  the  edges,   from  replay  after  replay.     relentlessly  watched  by  a  future  self.     your  entryway,   unremarkable,   caught  by  a  lens.     the  film-easy  parents:   an  army  man  and  his  open-tinned  housewife.     harbinger  of  the  final  frontier.     america’s  great  need  to  breed.     (   a  rhyme  a  day  keeps  the  lord  at  bay.     it  sounds  like  august’s  snark,   but  leaves  lips  that  call  themselves  jack.   )     you  are  an  off-centre  baby.     by  bare  minutes,   your  father’s  promotion  precedes  you.     their  best  wishes  will  falter,   stuck  in  the  tooth  of  a  waxed  badge.     one  of  the  photos,   only  one,   looks  directly  at  you;   tucked  into  your  mother’s  pink  elbow.     one  of  you  sleeps,   the  other  doesn’t.     when  jack  goes  missing,   that  will  be  the  only  milk-carton  picture  they  have.     in  a  shadowed  corner   –   the  memory  you  won’t  remember   –   your  father  rocks  you  to  sleep,   and  thumbs  the  apple  that’s  lodged,   still,   in  the  middle  of  your  throat.     he  finds  himself,   his  faded  scar,   on  his  son’s  little  neck.     under  the  same  wrinkle.     the  same  skin.     something  grotesque  rouses  his  gaze.     something  like  a  god  watching  snakes  grow  from  reeds.     something  heavy  and  impenetrable.     something  like  fondness.

what’s  left  for  you,   in  the  assuaged  family  life?     wooden  toys  for  you  to  throw,   but  no  will  in  your  hands  to  grab  them.     a  peach-pit  of  a  baby:   sweet-skinned   ––   or  sweet-fleshed,   whichever  sounds  prettier   ––   and  hard-hearted.     bred  into  boredom,   then,   alongside  the  hyena  that  eyes  its  windowed  fence.     the  cat  that  gnaws  on  a  dead  nose.     this  scene  births  your  boundless  ego.     whatever  you  hold  funnels  into  your  deep  sense  of  lack.     always  having  enough  skews  your  sense  of  enough.     there’s  no  wound  to  click  clean.     and  the  craving  in  your  bones  decants,   until  you  swallow  grape-flavoured  hate.     love  has  its  sun-blistered  days.     it  ducks  into  your  lonely  neck,   boned  finger  pressing  at  your  steady  pulse.     blinked  moments:   you  missed  them.     a  hand  curls  around  the  shell  of  your  ear.     your  hair  tousles.     later  at  the  creek,   someone  will  smooth  those  flecked  tresses.     and  another,   a  dry  mouth  pressed  against  your  hot  temple.     imperfectly  average;   painfully  modest.     what  makes  you  numb.     here   ––   in  the  arms  of  a  woman,   his  mother,   with  two  hands  and  one  heart   ––   he  births  his  own  taste  for  blood.

EXTERIOR  SHOT:   dark  woods,   retaining  a  daylit  ambiance.     dusty  peeks  of  the  sun  upon  mossed  rocks.     you  hear  water  flowing  and  barked  calls  beyond  the  trees.     leaves  rustle;   a  steady  flood  of  trundling  steps.     there’s  a  pale  dot  of  a  boy.     no  shoes,   ripped  shorts.     blood  dripping  from  his  brow-bone  into  his  eye.     breathless  and  alone.     he  fell  down,   this  boy  says,   we  fell  and  he  can’t  get  up.     you  will  find  the  boy’s  friend,   days  later,   shored  on  a  ravine.     spit  out  into  the  forest’s  jowls.     blue-lipped  and  water-bruised.     a  struggling  neck-wrinkle  of  deep  crimson;   nails  half-lifted  from  their  damp  beds.     and  yet,   august  emerges  with  a  simple  plaster  on  his  plain  cut.     wrong  place,   wrong  time,   he  will  eventually  say.     (   he  was  mine,  until  he  wasn’t.   )     august  chose  the  place,   and  the  time.     this  always  happens,   you  will  say,   you  always  happen.     august  knows  the  boy  for  the  bare  bones  of  half  a  day   –   which  is  enough,   in  his  child-mind   –   to  remember  him  with  the  familiarity  of  a  life-long  friendship.     to  displace  a  tender  heartbeat  where  it  doesn’t  belong.

INTERIOR  SHOT:   a  bottom-fed  graduation  hall.     rich  mahogany  scents  twined  nasal-spoken  accents.     even  before  the  ceremony,   no  word  reaches  above  a  whisper.     the  same  pale  dot  of  a  man,   amidst  a  pond  of  graduating  peers.     his  peanut  gallery  can’t  cross  into  his  domain,   for  they  are  fatherless  and  mother-ful.     maybe  a  brother,   or  a  dour  sister.     (   can’t  name  a  garvey  without  naming  their  brother,  can  you?   )     sorry,   definitely  a  brother.     none  of  them  smile.     he  would  blow  a  grin   –   jack,   now,   bearing  the  average  name  of  an  average  man   –   if  he  accepted  his  degree  without  a  black  medical  mask.     actual  top  of  the  class  in  a  year  of,   maybe,   thirty  of  his  duplicates.     this  moment  beyond  his  family  won’t  be  ruined.     not  by  the  shutter  of  a  camera,   nor  the  man  beside  his  mother.     this  is  another  beginning,   without  a  father  to  colour  his  background.     how  could  he  ever  be  unhappy?

the  years  unfold  with  the  flare  of  another’s  making.     the  green  woods  blend  into  the  brown  courtroom.     chewed  in  the  same  mouth,   spat  on  different  tongues.     no  establishing  shot  for  this  scene:   he  wakes  mid-stalk  behind  his  father.     a  rifle  in  hand;   his  heated  gaze  can’t  drop  from  his  father’s  head.     unsure  of  his  age,   or  how  tall  he  should  be.     you  won’t  miss,   his  father  says,   steady  your  knee.     you  take  aim  and  a  deep  inhale.     before  you  see  the  killing  blow,   you’re  sitting  beside  another  dead-eyed  client.     not  a  tense  muscle  between  you.     he  knows  you  better  than  that.     the  career  you  build  on  the  back  of  a  fleeing  monarch.     proverbial  in  his  guilt.     you  always  take  the  shot.     you  always  win.     greatness  falls  into  his  lap,   really,   he  didn’t  have  to  search  far.     there’s  no  emptiness  here.     there’s  no  room  left,   in  him,   to  harbour  any  such  cavern.     deeper  exhale.     the  shot  will  always  land  between  the  deer’s  unblinking  eyes.     your  father  would  pat  your  shoulder.     when  he  drives  home,   he  would  complain  about  a  hot  pain  behind  his  eye  sockets.