#he's an experiment. a number gifted a name. a weapon fashioned for one purpose and he falls back to that each time

[qismet]

i was thinking about verlaine again today and had an insanely long thought about the misunderstanding of verlaine's character and people's need to vilify him under human morality for his actions when news flash he's not human and has never considered himself to be.

he was born to be pan's personal attack dog, a thing to be commanded by trigger phrases to protect, to hurt, to kill. in the time after rimbaud saved him and gifted him his name (we'll look into that) he spiralled with the idea that he isn't human and was just a weapon waiting to be brandished. rimbaud fashioned him his hat as a way to avoid such a fate and yet still with these gifts, his name and his hat, verlaine comes to one shattering conclusion: the person he trusts will never view him as human

verlaine shot rimbaud because he didn't consider chuuya human. it solidified to verlaine that no matter what name he had, or if he wore the hat rimbaud made for him to avoid being controlled by others, he himself still was not viewed as human by him. the one total act of freewill that he decided on, which was saving chuuya and allowing him to be raised in a village away from his past so that he would never have to know it, was denied because chuuya, and then by extension verlaine himself, would never be viewed as human by the person he trusted the most

rimbaud remained his one fine string attaching him to the humanity he had built for himself and it all came crumbling away when he had to 'betray him', even though in his eyes rimbaud had deceived and betrayed him first. you think back to his removal of the flags from chuuya's life and he thinks he's sparing him this same fate, detaching him from his feeble grip on the people who will never view him as human, but he didn't know that they had never viewed chuuya as anything but

it's like that meme that goes i'm sorry my love language is acts of service and all i know how to do is kill people

but it's actually so upsetting

[tiredlilguy]

[Atlas Ambrose]|My BSD OC

a/n: fun fact, despite loving this series in 2015, i have not had an oc yet... so i'm going to do that right now because i had an idea that manifested in my brain while watching cowboy bebop this morning [STORMBRINGER SPOILERS]

Name: Atlas Ambrose

Age: 28

Ability: None

the first human to be “born" on the planet Mars

Was naturally born, but their mother passed away shortly after due to lack of oxygen (they were born on a ship that landed on the planet, mother gave them their birth name)

Father was a scientist, worked alongside N, he was not a good father

They were used to the isolation, as they were just fed food and then, and left to sit in a room for most of their early life

Since Atlas was considered a “failed experiment”, most of the scientists in that facility worked on Chuuya instead

Atlas was meant to be born in Mars on purpose to see if a rumor was true that a child with a strong ability would be born nearby the depths of space, the rumor was false and when it was found out that they do not have an ability: they were locked up

Debates on whether to gift them a singularity/ability were going about, but it wasn’t as much of a priority as Chuuya’s case

Despite not having an ability, under the government and as an experiment, they are registered as Ability User U134340 (fun fact: the number for pluto)

in that case, they were mostly just left to sit and rot in that room; they had no idea who Chuuya was at all despite them living in the same facility, the only thing they knew is that he was considered more “important” than him and that he was known as A5158 (they did not know his name)

The night that Verlaine and Rimbaud broke into that facility, Verlaine kicked open their door (thought Chuuya was in there)

Was scared that he was a scientist that was going to finally kill them off, but he told them to “go free” (he very quickly left after that, and so Atlas ran out the door, escaped the facility at age 13)

survived off of pretty much nothing, and debated whether or not they should just return to the facility (though they know they’d just be locked up in a room again)

Met a random man (who so happened to be Mori), who found them and invited them to the Mafia in promise of a better life than living off of grass

They accepted, and were put as a low-rank ambush shooter until one day, they were shooting in an ambush and were left on their own: their superior (who was an ability user) and the other shooters were found dead

Somehow beat up the enemy using no ability other than martial arts/fighting techniques before backup showed up, was found standing over their enemy with a gun in their hand

Ranked up as an assassin

then sooner or later, befriended (and fell in love) with Pianoman, who was in the process of created The Flags as a group

Was in a romantic relationship with Pianoman (till he died, sadge)

Founding member of the Flags as it slowly started to become a rather successful group

Despite having no ability, they’re the strongest combat user in the Mafia

Learned how to make anything a weapon from Iceman, a little bit of mechanics from Alb, how to seduce people with words from Lippman, and a lot of strange medical facts from Doc (as well as how to quickly take care of an injury)

when Chuuya joined the Mafia (they are 21 now), they didn’t warm up to him at first, but didn’t know why (they had no idea he was the boy who was being experimented on in the same facility)

When they did warm up to him though, they actually ended up being neighbors when he moved into the same apartment complex as them

They often gifted him a lot of their jewelry and clothes, and was half the reason why Chuuya got into fashion

when the flags were trying too find out about Chuuya’s past, they soon figured out that he was that boy, but they weren’t mad

However, did feel kind of strange about it at first, but after realizing how abusive that facility was (from their own experience), they wanted to protect Chuuya even more

When the flags were dying, Verlaine spared them because he was “impressed that someone so weak from before has survived this long”; and then proceeded to kill pianoman :(

They went after Verlaine, but were knocked unconscious in the process

When they woke up, Pianoman was still at least a little conscious, but dying, he died in their arms after he told them to run away

When Chuuya came into Old World, they said sorry and that they couldn’t do anything, saying Verlaine spared them but knocked them unconscious

Wanted to help Chuuya catch him, but he said no and told them to find a place to be safe in the mean time

(I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS AND ITS SO SAD), during the funeral, a family members of Pianoman’s came up to them with a box with a ring in it and said “He wanted to marry you. I’m glad you were in his life.”

After that, Atlas stays close to Dazai during the SB crisis, and when it’s over, they go down to the basement and meet Verlaine

Instead of being mad, they ask him to teach them everything he knows in terms of assassination and fighting skills

right after learning all of that, on their last assassin job, they defect from the Mafia and live in an broken down mansion by the sea side (Chuuya isn’t mad at them, doesn’t blame them for leaving, leaves at 22)

Chuuya’s the one who goes through the “7th Agency” to get rid of their crimes (he’s somehow not suspected in aiding their escape)

One day while getting groceries, they meet Ranpo who “arrests” them, but then later finds out that they’re innocent (were framed by someone despite their crimes being “deleted”)

They follow the entire case that Ranpo is working on and asks if they can join the Agency

Ranpo flat out goes “aren’t you still a criminal, though?”, they shiver because he’s not wrong, but then Fukuzawa’s like “get off their back”, and they join the ADA because Fukuzawa’s gut tells him that they’re trying to be a good person (though he still does some sort of a test)

Aids the Agency by being an excellent martial artist (they pretty much win in every fight, despite not having an ability); earns the name of “The Agency’s Bounty Hunter”

Earned that name because every time there’s a chase with a criminal, their always the first to catch and reprimand them

eventually as time goes on, and Dazai joins the Agency, they have to pretend that they don’t know each other (which is a funny scenario in my brain)

Atlas finds out how and why he left later on, and they become close friends

Dazai thinks that Atlas has an ability and just hasn’t realized it yet, but they don’t believe him

But they live happily in the Agency, just… don’t ask about the ring on their finger

[th3p41n73dpr1nc3]

BNHA OC Template

Name: John Roderick Porter

Pronunciation: jon : rod-er-ick : poor-ter

Meaning of Name: John: Biblical Hebrew name meaning Jehovah has been gracious/has shown favor. Roderick: Middle Latin Rodericus; derived from Old High German Hrodrich (Famous Ruler), a compound name composed from the elements hruod (fame) and rik (king, ruler). Porter: English and Scottish roots; occupational name for the gatekeeper of a walled town or city, or the doorkeeper of a great house, castle, monastery, from Middle English porter ‘doorkeeper’, ‘gatekeeper’.

Hero/Villain Name: Kingslayer

Nicknames: Scip, prince, immortal douchebag

History of Nicknames: Scip is the slang used by the SCP Foundation to describe an anomalous object, person, or place. This is always connotated in the form of SCP-[Insert SCP Number Here]. Prince was given to him as a shortened version of his self-proclaimed nickname of “The Painted Prince”. Immortal Douchebag; this nickname should really explain itself.

Aliases: Mr. Death, Agent Porter, Captain, the Grim Reaper

Nationality: American (Ex Patriot)

Affiliation: SCP Foundation; SCP Foundation Ethics Committee; The Cult of Jashin

Student Number: N/A because he is a teacher.

Quirk: Quirkless. His abilities are not the result of a quirk. They were obtained through anomalous means.

Anomalous Abilities: Reincarnated by the god of death (Jashin) in order to follow His will with the myriad of siblings he has that also inhabit this world. He is invulnerable to physical damage and upon offering a blood offering, (usually his own heart by cutting it out of his chest), to be blessed by Jashin, he may access a heightened state that excels his physical capabilities to rival All Might’s. The heightened state will only last as long as the heart he as offered stays beating. As a new heart regenerates within his chest, the heart outside will gradually decay. When the new heart has fully regenerated, he no longer has his powerup. He is experienced with the use of most firearms, several forms of martial arts, including bladed weapons training, from his centuries of service to the Foundation.

Birthday and Astrology Sign: [REDACTED]

Birthplace: [REDACTED]

Death Date: [REDACTED]

Death Place: [REDACTED]

Age: ~ 475 - 500

How old does he look: Mid-Twenties

Mental Age: 12-50 (it depends on the kind of mood he’s in)

Gender: Cis-Male

Orientation/Sexuality/Preference: Prefers Alternian men. Humans began to bore him after so many failed relationships. On his first try with an Alternian, there was immense friction (giggity) but the two of them eventually learned to love and crave one another’s company through and through. (Total Bottom Bitch but still masc.)

Appearance:

Eye Color: Neon Pink

Eye Shape: Average/Round

Do they wear contacts/glasses: Both; he will keep a pair of regular brown eyed contact lenses if he is feeling a need to blend in with less effort. Glasses are more for the fact that he loves how fashionable and hates that he actually needs them.

Hair: Bleach/Bone white. Kept in a neat and tidy undercut with the hair always styled back. Light stubble on his face as well, (slightly lighter than Aizawa).

Weight: 86.2 kg

Height: 180.3 cm

Body Build: Toned/Lean. He has slight disgust for people who take their muscle masses too far. Looking like a Greek god is one thing, but it is an entirely different issue for those who “go beyond”.

Body Shape: Elongated Downward Trapezoid

Complexion: Fair skin, no wrinkles despite his [REDACTED] age.

Cup Size: [REDACTED] (lol)

Blood Type: [REDACTED]

Handedness: Right handed. (Sidenote): Prefers a bladed weapon over firearms or fists but will use the firearm if he’s in a hurry or his hands if he wishes to experience the intimacy of a kill if it’s personal.

Hand Type: Average Sized/Proportional to his body. (Practiced Hands).

Nails: Clean, Well Maintained/Manicured.

Movement:

How does he walk: Carries himself well, walks with a purpose. Typically tries to keep an average pace as he feels that if he is moving too quickly it will likely raise suspicion.

Posture: Tall/Imposing, vulnerable when he is with his troll husband.

Flexibility: Can do all sorts of things with his body.

Voice: Booming when needed, (used to train recruits). Can sing relatively well if he’s had a decent amount of liquor. Not too deep but not too high pitched either.

Speech Mannerisms: None, he is very good at orating, especially since he is a teacher at UA. Orally gifted. (Approved by Arcita Porter).

Scars: “Y-Shaped” autopsy scar, outer/inner arms and legs are riddled with cut marks from sacrificing. Back is covered in whipping scars as well as deep scratch scars from his troll hubby.

Birthmarks: None

Piercings: Ears, does not wear anything in them anymore. Had snake bites when he was much, much younger, but the holes have filled in these days.

Tattoos: Inner right forearm where scars are not as prevalent; inverted equilateral triangle inside a circle, the symbol of Jashin. Above and below this tattoo are the names of friends and esteemed colleagues that he has lost throughout the centuries. Inner left forearm has the insignia of the SCP Foundation, along with additional names of friends and colleagues. Arms and body are riddled with various runes (blood, moon, and daedric), all of which are paying religious homage to Jashin.

Facial Structure: (Will be devoting more time to bring you an actual picture of this when my drawing skills improve as I have just started drawing and am nervous about butchering my muse).

Statistics:

Power: 4.5/5.0 Stars A-

Speed: 3.0/5.0 C (Regular) : 4.8/5.0 A (Heightened State)

Technique: 5.0/5.0 A+ (He’s an old geezer he knows what he’s doing).

Intelligence: 4.9/5.0 (Experience far outweighs youth in his case).

Extra Explanation: The man is centuries old. He has no issues getting his hands dirty, as he has a long career of doing so for the sake of the Foundation’s secrecy, and acquisition of scips. He was one of the first pairs of boots on the ground when it came to rounding up individuals with quirks in an effort for his superiors to document and study what was at one time considered an anomalous humanoid. Ironically enough he met his current husband through the same way. He is loyal to the Foundation but he still has enough of a brain to think for himself. As a great agent once said with his dying breath, “You ain’t machines. You ain’t tin soldiers. You’re people, men an’ women who do the shit nobody else can do. An’ people make a choice. There’s a damned big difference between doing’ the job because you were told to, an’ doin’ it because it’s gotta be done.” Although he detests some of humanity’s more harsh decisions, he will still lay himself on the front lines if it means the protection of the masses. He does not usually talk/brag about his faith, but he has no problems answering honest questions about it with honest answers. Questions pertaining to his past/current career however are met with the typical response of “it’s classified”.

The reason he is as old has he is was essentially my own personal compensation since a genetic trait taking over 80% of a population of a number > 7 billion would take an immense amount of time. The reason that history is not nearly as long as it normally would be is because there was an GH-0: Dead Green House Scenario where the Foundation had to utilize the site located in SCP-2000. Shortly before shit hit the fan for the world a new anomalous virus was discovered that allowed humans to obtain superpowers. The virus was immensely contagious and would register as a recessive trait in the human genome that carriers often went unnoticed and were often successful in flying under the Foundation’s radar. All it took was a few of the recessive carriers to live amongst the general populous for the virus to take effect; the Foundation only being able to notice this after it was too late and reluctantly giving up efforts to confine individuals with quirks, a.) because their cells were filled, and b.) because quirks became generally accepted. However, that doesn’t essentially mean that the Foundation chose to stay uninvolved.

Eventually, through manipulation of their allied nations’ governments, they were able to obtain specimens to research on, which allowed them to design and manufacture a variety of products that ran from containment procedures and tools that the police forces of today are often found using, to various types of clothing and products that are aimed to be sold specifically towards individuals with quirks. The profits of these products go straight towards the Foundation’s budget as maintaining a global fascist coalition of a pseudo secretive shadowy organization with little oversight can tend to be quite expensive. (To be clear, none of the aforementioned products have anomalous properties, they are strictly for selling to the masses to increase funding efforts).

Description of Anomalous Abilities: John Porter is a Painted Child of Jashin. This essentially means that he wouldn’t die even if God him/her/themselves was the one pulling the trigger. He has an ability known as a “Heightened State” where through the obtainment and offering of his still beating heart out of his own chest, he is able to access Jashin’s wrath, a power boost that is highly similar to All Might but without the whole huge muscled look. The power boost only lasts as long as the heart outside his body while a new one regenerates within his chest.  

Clothing:

Hero/Villain Costume: Foundation Issued Black Multicam Fatigues and Jacket, 5.11 Tactec Plate Carrier Vest, Black Hiking Shoes, a black skull balaclava, a black multicam baseball hat with a grim reaper patch on the Velcro front, a pair of Oakly Straight Jacket sunglasses with the Fire lenses, a durable over the ear headset with a microphone, a pair of Oakly Pilot gloves, and a military sapper backpack.

Equipment: (All Foundation Issued). Preferred primary weapons of choice are the M4 carbine and the SR-25 designated marksman rifle; preferred sidearm is the HK USP .45. He also has been known to carry a machete, gifted to him by the Unholy Father (Jashin). On occasions it has been known to cause people’s limbs to go missing. Where they go…nobody knows.

Uniform: He is not a student so no uniform. He does however always ensure that he is looking presentable in a three-piece suit. The colors vary as he is very gay and loves to have options.

Preferred Outfit: His husband. (Lol jk, but not really…they screw a lot). He typically likes his stay at home days where he can wear nothing but a tank top and his boxer briefs and lounge around while he is grading papers and homework assignments. Should spontaneous company show up he will wear a bathrobe.

Characteristics:

Personality: John Porter is a man who will happily sit back and observe a conversation before kicking the proverbial door in and offering his two cents. He tries to find a balancing point between giving people honest advice in ways that will not cause emotional trauma.

Meyer’s Brigg’s: ENFP, -A / -T

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Big Five Personality Traits: Gay, Calm, Intelligent, Quiet, Honest

Enneagram: 4 Individualist, Romantic

Most prominent personality trait: His calm demeanor.

Best Traits: Gay and Honesty

Worst Traits: Gay and Honesty

Likes: Clothing, Liquor, Sex with Husband, molding young minds, seeing his husband perform in concert.

Dislikes: People’s useless bullshit, overtly preachy religious people, hero’s who abuse the popularity system for monetary or status gain.

Quirks (little silly things he does): When seated he will shake an empty whiskey glass full of ice to anyone that is walking by and is physically between him and the source of his beverage, (typically a bar).

Fear: Losing control during a heightened state and hurting someone he cares about, (this has happened on more than one occasion).

Hobbies: Visiting a gun range, visiting a winery/whiskey distillery, visiting secret bars, underground fight rings.

Skills/Talents: Can cook a variety of meals from most nationalities. Takes various types of poisons regularly to quickly and easily identify them. He is fluent in thirteen languages: English, Spanish, French, Russian, German, Arabic, Chinese (Mandarin and Cantonese), Japanese, Afrikaans, Swahili, Farsi, Korean, and Italian.

Weaknesses: Arcita’s Iron Will.

Reason to keep on living: He detests humanity on occasions but still swore an oath to protect them by any means necessary.

What their self-image is like: He believes that he is a monster, and that someday all of his past sins will eventually catch up to him. But until that happens, he will try to be as decent of a person as he can while still working for one of the shadiest organizations known to man.

Religious/spiritual faith: Jashinism

How does his faith affect him: It made him an immortal douche bag.

What superstitions does he have?: Needs a cigar and/or cigarette for the end of a mission.

Coping mechanisms: Cooking, shopping, exercising/sex with husband.

Any Life Motto: “We Secure. We Contain. We Protect.” “Praise the Unholy Father.” “Goddammit John, did you take your fucking meds today?”

Favorite things: Fine whiskeys and wines, preferably aged. A one inch grouping from 250+ m away.

Health:

Physical: Flawless

Mental: Medicated

Emotional Stability: Due to a majority of the dirty work that he has had to do for the Foundation over the years, he obviously suffers from PTSD, Anxiety, Depression, and Panic Attacks. (He and his husband Arcita share a bit of the same mental illnesses). He is medicated however and makes sure to be on schedule for taking his meds properly, knowing how bad things could possibly get if he were to slip up.

If faced with a crisis, he immediately fights.

Nutrition: He tries to eat as healthily as possible to ensure that he will have the longest amount of time possible in a heightened state.

Habits: Drinking socially, smoking occasionally.

Family History: (We’re not going to talk about this, mainly because this a muse that has gone through multiple rewrites and I haven’t gotten this far yet)

Background:

0-4: N/A

5-8: N/A

9-11: N/A

12-14: N/A

14-25: N/A

25-Death: N/A

Death-Reincarnation:

Post Reincarnation: Was captured by a Foundation retrieval team. Was able to use a silver tongue and convince them to employ him.

Did he like his upbringing: Yes, he simply regrets how he left things.

How did his upbringing shape him?: Taught him the consequences of making the blatantly wrong choices, hence why he willingly went with the Foundation to work for them. It also gave him a pretty thick skin to face the scrutiny and lack of trust he faced from his colleagues in the beginning of his career.

What did he enjoy most about his childhood: His loving parents.

What did he hate most about his childhood: everything else.

Current Dream: Mold young minds and keep humanity safe.

Long-term goal: To be left the fuck alone until the apocalypse.

Family Background:

Any Friends: Benjamin Miller (Deceased), Dr. Claire Porter(?), Koryn Wong (Deceased), Dir. Alexi Harkov, Ethics Committee Representatives Greene and Harrison, Toshinori Yagi, Shota Aizawa, Grisha Neloth.

Any Family: Husband; Arcita. Son; Novuck. Daughter: Madeline.

Relationships:

OC Family Character: Arcita Porter

·         Status: Married (Husband)

·         How well do they get along?

o   Terrifically now. Although in the beginning the two of them were constantly trying to kill each other. This however slowly devolved into a flourishing kismesitude before mutual suffering brought out more positive feelings towards one another. The result of which was a longer and more sustainable relationship that eventually led to matrimony.

·         What John thinks of Arcita: “He is the man that I would trade my immortality in for and die for again and again and again.”

·         What Arcita thinks of him: “I initially saw him as a challenge. Something I could fight and dominate. These days that attitude still hasn’t changed but the context definitely has.”

·         What John calls Arcita: Papa Lion

·         What Arcita calls John: My Prince

OC Family Character: Madeline Porter

·         Status: Single

·         How well do they get along

o   Madeline hated her father at first because he left her at the hands of the adoption agencies of the US. However, upon discovering why he did this, as she herself is now an employee of the SCP Foundation, she fully understands and no longer resents him. A bonding moment happened when the two of them realized that she shared his anomalous abilities. She now enjoys any time that the two of them can have to hang out together in a secret bar and exchange war stories. She finds these to be therapeutic at times as she utilizes the fact that her father is a wealth of knowledge.

·         What John thinks of Madeline: “She and her brother are my entire world.”

·         What Madeline thinks of him: “I used to hate him, but now I can’t see any reality where he’s not there to help me through my deepest moments of suffering. Nor could I live in a world where he would not be able to walk me down the isle one day. He may not have been there in the beginning, but he has more than made up for that now.”

·         What John calls Madeline: Maddie

·         What Madeline calls John: Dad (what else would she call him?)

OC Family Character: Novuck Porter

·         Status: Single

·         How well do they get along?

o   Novuck and John are loving and endearing to one another, and there is nothing Novuck wouldn’t do for his father and vice versa. That being said, Novuck and John do not get along nearly as well compared to Novuck and Arcita. Interspecies differences aside, Novuck and Arcita simply have a better relationship, as both John and Madeline have a better relationship. Nothing to do with bad parenting.

·         What John thinks of Novuck: “He and his sister are my entire world.”

·         What Novuck thinks of John: “I’m really happy that someone as tough as he is, is one of the two best dads a grub could ever ask for. Considering the circumstances of how he found me, things could have turned out much worse. I’m very happy to have him as a father.”

·         What John calls Novuck: Yard rat. (there’s a story behind this).

·         What Novuck calls John: Dad Lusus / Father Lusus.

Canon Character: Toshinori Yagi

·         Status: Single

·         How well do they get along?

o   Due to the Foundation’s availability of amnestics, the two get along very well.

·         What John thinks of All Might: “All Might was the difference the world needed but I remain reserved to the fact that the peace he’s created is not remotely sustainable.”

·         What Toshinori thinks of John: He is a good friend and a fearsome warrior, but he is also a man who understands where the battlefield ends and where civilized life begins.

·         What John calls Toshinori: Brother

·         What Toshinori calls John: My friend, John (any variations of his name).

Canon Character: Shota Aizawa

·         Status: Single (tho John occasionally tries to set him up with Mic).

·         How well do they get along?

o   They have a steady working relationship, but they do not typically socialize on a personal level.

·         What John thinks of Aizawa: “Aizawa is what I would call a more effective hero. The press constantly gets in the way and has a tendency to butcher whatever they can only make out in front of their faces. They never see the bigger picture and it is foolish to pander to their desires. It is for this reason that the shadows are the place where a hero can truly shine.”

·         What Aizawa thinks of John: “He is a crazy man that should not be allowed to have a firearm.”

·         What John calls Aizawa: Sleepy Kakashi, Broody Spiderman, Sir Sleepsalot.

·         What Aizawa calls John: Crazy bastard, loose cannon, overtly covert.

Canon Character: Enji Todoroki

·         Status: Married (?)

·         How well do they get along?

o   They don’t. John has to ensure that he is not in the same room as this man, else an accidental misfire could occur. To him, Endeavor represents everything that is wrong with the hero system. He would not willingly pull the trigger on the man in front of a room full of witnesses, but if orders came in from his respective Foundation handlers saying that Endeavor needed to go, he certainly wouldn’t hesitate to follow through.

·         What John thinks of Endeavor: “I think he’s a cunt.”

·         What Endeavor thinks of John: “Who is John Porter?”

·         What John calls Endeavor: Fucknut, cuntbag, dipshit, fuck knuckle.

·         What Endeavor calls John: Immortal Douchebag.

[captainkurosolaire]

In-depth Profile, Lord Shiro Elune

(Not really a face-claim but close representation is above.) Note:Stolen/taken from @subetei-noykin

IDENTIFICATION —

“We all seek something, the difference is what you do to reach out for it.”

Full Name: Shiro Elune

Pronunciation: She-ar-o El-une

Pseudonym: Man in the White Suit

Nicknames: ‘King’(Like the Chess Piece), Lord.

Age: Thirty-Eight Cycles

Name Day: 13th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon

Birthplace: Ishgard, The Pillars

Guardian: Rhalgr, the Destroyer

Residence: Diamond Sky - Royal House of Elune

REFERENCES —

Motto:  “War has always been waged on foolish self-preservation and on every playing field there has always been a commander more superior and more intelligent who knows how to lead the pawns to the very end. But only through accepting orders.”

Theme Song:

Face Claim: None, created to be the polar opposite of Kuro in every design and way as a natural born rival.

STATS —

“You can all wither away for all I care.”

Gender: Male

Race: Keeper, Miqo’te (Nunh)

Height: Six fulms

Weight: One-hundred seventy-five ponze

Eyes: Piercing Ice Blue

Hair: Pure White

Skin: Onyx-Skinned

Build: Athletically Fit

Scars: None

Tattoos/Marks: Heritage Markings from his blood-lion on his face to indicate he is a successor to his nobility claim.

At First Glance (+5)

A Noble: From just the way he walks it’s dignified and self-important he doesn’t carry a hold of the stress on him because he has little attachment, or has the reasoning to even express it because there are so little things that met meaningful to him.

Calculating: Usually, he holds a test judging people by the act of their character without even them realizing it upon the first reaction and attempts to learn what makes them tick trying to identify if they’re worth his time or they’ll grant him only foreseeable headaches. He usually can identify from the slightest change in someone's reaction, express, body language if someone is up to something and later on when he has an idea of who they are can piece together if they’re acting strangely than normal always staying alert.

Rich: Always he’s usually found often in some type of classy fashion never going out with any messy hairs or grooming himself and dressing in a presentable white tuxedo or dress-suit and usually some jewelry will be held on him.

Cold: Just being around him because of his aspected attunement with ice he’s not the easiest to be around without feeling a few shivers or chills especially when and if he lowers the temperature on purpose. He’s not afraid to be blunt either in personality and will call out anyone for anything that is blatantly stupid or a one-minded thought. He has little to no patience for those who can’t be tasked with simple reasoning or those who are headstrong and the type to charge into something without being prepared, endangering more than their own lives but everyone in accord.

Powerful: Despite his punchable persona he’s very surrounded by a gift of knowledge that has been harnessed and forged into raw power that’s he’s gained over his entire life-cycle undertaking being an absolute ruthless villain and murder to baring curses placed on him to undertake the learning of Voidal Magick all furthering himself and submitting himself as an Alpha to gain enough power in order to always be able to protect his loved ones, no matter the threat. He doesn’t ever seem to fully not be in a situation where he isn’t guarded or held in an internal and external defensive shell but because of that he’s hard to ever get him to open up or loosen up which doesn’t make him anyone’s favorite social pick or choice for inviting to parties unless they’re Ishgard Ballrooms or something where his proceeds and donations can go a long way.

FACTS —

“Stake your pride against mine, but be warn for I have little else left.”

”

Occupation: Lord Elune, White Drago’s Pirate Captain, Brother.

Specialties: Noble Style, Rapier, Jousting, Dragon Riding, Diamond Ice Mastery, Necromancy, Time Magick, Mhachi, Voidal Control, High Intellect, Calculating

Skills: Sewing, Ishgardian Chess, Knowledge, Booksmarts, Cooking, Astrology.

PROFICIENCY —

“What is it that allows your heart to even beat? To sustain you and fulfill your longing existence?”

Education: SIlv’a Elune (Deceased Father) Self Taught, Otherworldly Mentors and Forbidden Books.

Favored Weapon(s): Mol’usa, Rapier.

Secondary Weapon(s): Gemstone Pocketwatch

Magic Abilities: Various Wielding and Manipulation and Control

Magic Strengths: Various Wielding and Manipulation and Control

RELATIONS —

“There is little I wish to uphold, but that doesn’t mean in the slightest. I’m not searching for something to change that.”

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Romantic Identification: Monogamous

Relationship Status: Single

Sweet on: Moli, Rose

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Allies: Ishgard, Goldbrand(Few), Shadow Lurkers, Crew of Undead.

Enemies: Sea Lurkers, Kuro Solaire

FAMILY —

“Those who are self-sacrificial, those are the only ones that can be deemed precisely Noble.”

Maternal: Xusa Moshantu (Deceased)

Parental: Silv’a Elune (Predecessor, Deceased)

Mentor: Various, mainly. Silv’a Elune

Associates: Goldbrand, Elune Staff, Shadow Lurkers

Ayla Moenwyb (Ally, Respected)

Sha Dragonheart (Ally, Brother, Brother-In-law, Former Elune Knight, Best-Friend) Moli Moshantu(Half-Sister, Adored, Protected) Glyda Rose(Respected, Student, Promising, Valuable)

MENTALITY —

“I require no use for those who can’t stand for themselves.”

Social Level: Cold, Isolated, Preserved, Prideful, Calculated, Intelligent, Snoody, Proper.

Optimistic View(s): Refinding something to kindle a purpose, preventing his only sister to never be caught in his trouble since their upbringing was more than unpleasant.

Pessimistic View(s): Surrounding his-self with yes-men and those who have no purpose isn’t something he’llI find worthy to follow or even aid in. It’s only those with a noble cause or potential will ever be worth, all the rest will fall off the board naturally.

One  Positive Personality Trait: He’s a genius even though it can be unbearable for him to hear it from him personally or see it the way he conveys information and can analyze the slightest twitch is remarkable he’s a useful asset in any crew, community, meeting. 

One Negative Personality Trait: Nearly impossible for many to have him open up to them or be able to tolerate his constant arrogant and pompous thoughts.

·One Personality Warning: When it comes to the very limited and selective few he cares about, there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do in order to maintain that over them.

Random Quirk: He’s a Scrooge.

Hobbies: Sewing, Reading, Navigating, Chess, Being an ass.

Addictions: Gaining a new understanding of something daily

Habits: Hands behind his back, proper stances, cupping his chin in thought, pacing.

Pleasures: Quietness, Alone, Stargazing, Drawing, Sewing, Love-making, domineering sex, mental control.

Appreciates (List 5+)

Peppers Calamari Pizza Spicy Foods   Gold/(Gil) Women Wine Golden Azeyma Roses Skulls Books Magic Challenges Frosted-Grape Wine Rain Pain Au'ra Toothpicks Ships Class Losing Culture Tribes Dravaina Hinterlands Coerthas Ishgard Nobility Pasta Dragons Winning Rivals Pets Love Shiva Ice Skating Learning Teaching Chess Crew Danger Sophistication Duels Knowledge Freedom Strong Maps Scrolls Respect Poetry Goblins Music Piano Harp Violin Ishgardian Chess Symmetry Astrology Science Triad

Dislikes (List 5+) Unpredictable Unearned Authority Unclean Filthy No-self worth Helplessness Fools Weaklings Disrespect Losing Free-Spirited Sociality Swines Stupidity Wastelands Swamps Wenches Lalafell Confidence Discrimination Kittens Beggars Praise

Strengths (List 5+)

Patient Outstanding Mentor Loyal to those he cares about Intellect Sophistication Tactician Knowledge Nobility Heritage Magic Can be honorable

Weaknesses (List 5+)

Courage Compassion Love Inner-Darkness / Bringing others darkness out of them and growing it. Power-Hungry Bright, Gentle Souls.

Fears (List 5+)

Returning his state of mind and losing his chance to train Rose. Being unable to protect his sister, Moli. Not able to be there for Sha To forsake his pride. For the Sea Lurkers to destroy those few who matter to him. Swimming, he’s cursed in a way that prevents him from ever entering deep waters or he’ll drown and be taken down as if he has spiritual anchors weighing him down to the bottom.

FAVORITES ––

“One hundred and seventy-four, The exact number of different moves I could have used to prevail against you.” Favorite Food(s): Calamari Pizza, Saucey Foods, Spicy. Favorite Drink(s): Port, Sparkling Wine, High-Quality Juice Favorite Scent(s): Flowers, Camping, Outdoor Favorite Colors: White, Diamond Blue, Pink

TRIVIA - - None currently.

OOC -

Server: Balmung

Timezone: CT

Mun: Male

Experience: Roleplay Experience of 18+ years. Writes in any format, matches length and complexity where possible. Will scene In-Game (When possible), Discord and other mediums as requested, Dungeon Master for a small discord community, Game Designer, Concept Creator.

Type of RP: Any/All, Mature and R-Rated themes included. Long-term Story-lines or One-shot scenes. Enjoys interacting with Canon and OC alike.

Looking for: Non-imbeciles, (IC) -OOC-> Friends, Rivals, Royals, Those with a self-worth or destiny to follow. Some to show him, he’s in the wrong to label everyone right away moronic. Tagged by: @aylamoenwyb Tagging: @fair-fae @ayane-mayuzuma @shadragonheart @parvacake @tessariel-aerlinn @huntress-ffxiv @captain-rummidew @littlestcreampuff @bigmickgaming @robotprinzess Or anyone, sorry if forgot tags still getting the hang of this but know you aren’t forgotten!

[north-texas-madhatter]

An old country boy... Sitting with my dad in the back yard at the edge of Tandy Hills overlooking downtown Fort Worth you would never know that you were in the presence of such greatness. He looks as old as time, Parkinson’s causes his hands to shake as he points to a family of raccoons just at the forests edge. My mom asks if anyone would like some tea and my dad cracks some corny joke that he has grown famous amongst friends and family for. I know he is hurting but for a man who could dig a ditch in 110 degree heat on his ranch he keeps a stiff upper lip but not one so stiff as not to smile at his own jokes.

He grew up in Springtown, Texas. A small dusty blue-collar town in the Bible Belt. The son of a Southern Baptist piano teacher (a kind but tough to the point frontier type woman) and a soft spoken father who worked for Swift / Armor Company. He was born in a room in a rock house sitting on a creek just outside of town and learned what tough was while working in the cold of winter and the stifling heat of summer. He bailed hay and saved up for college with a broader horizon in mind beyond what his small town life had to offer.

One of the earliest memories I have of my dad was a visit to his work for the Fort Worth Water Department. I stood there watching the bubbles percolate up through the basins of sand as he explained how water purification worked. I wasn’t all that interested, but his white lab coat looked neat and clean. The room was huge with high ceilings and I still remember the smell of chlorine being added to the water to make it safe for consumption by the general public. The building still stands today with beautiful archways and broken glass glittering in the sunlight just off the viaduct bridge off North Main Street.

On our way home we stopped at the Public Market building where I played outside. He soon emerged carrying a huge plastic cylinder that he had purchased from Cadillac Plastics. “What’s that dad?” I would ask. “We are going to do an experiment”, he replied. At that time the water was taken from a lake, sent into settling tanks, run through sand and lime and chlorine added so that you could drink it but my dad had an idea. One day he had been sitting eating a sandwich on a dock when a smelly, oily boat tied up next to him. He thought it was terrible that even with the filtering they did they still could not get all of the oil out of the water. So he took the cylinder and filled it with all the elements of the process already in place and ran a few gallons of water with a teaspoon of oil added. After doing this multiple times he could find some oil still present in the water that we would be drinking. But then he added activated charcoal to the process.

Performing the same test the oil was no longer present. I don’t have all the formulas or specifications of the process, but I can tell you that I do remember the look of joy on my dad’s face as he told me what he had accomplished. Now, this was not a new idea, the ancient Egyptian’s all the way up to Bear Grylls have used this process but for some reason water treatment plants at his time were not deploying this time tested solution for water purification. Afterward the process would be used worldwide.

After working for the Water Department my dad went on to get a job for General Dynamics in Fort Worth. He had two good friends in life. A Chinese fellow name Billy and an odd but very sweet man named Don. Billy, he met in college and is the reason he was able to pass his math classes. Billy would encourage my dad to study hard, often alternating between sitting and standing for hours cramming for tests. My dad would become lifelong friends with Billy and his wife, who later moved to New York City. My dad would attribute much of his early success to Billy and his study skills. Then later he would meet Don, another person who would be an influence. Don was a genius. Possibly one of the deadliest designers at the time.

He was tall, skinny to the point of being gaunt and paranoid for good reason. It was on a camping trip with my dad and Don in Colorado that I would find that he had three guns on him at all times. Scared of bears I asked how we would defend ourselves? That is when he delivered a .357 from a shoulder holster beneath his jacket and two more guns from pockets. It isn’t that he particularly liked guns or even had an interest in them. Not the smaller ones anyway. But when people say, the Russians might be after me, he really meant it. He was a weapons designer. He designed missiles, rockets and one particularly nasty device that would launch over the top of enemy troops and send small projectiles cutting them to ribbons. My father said that Don worked in a “special area” of General Dynamics where a sentry stood at the door and anyone found trying to enter without the proper clearance could be shot on the spot. With a frame like Ichabod Crane he would wave his hands around wildly if my father’s jokes were too long. But despite the many who may have met their demise at the devices created by Don he was a considerate and quiet man who loved dogs and would give the shirt off his back for friends (or a .357 for bear protection)

In a lab sitting across from the windswept runway of Carswell Airforce Base my dad could see planes landing and taking off again. The roar of war planes were constantly performing for the possibility of attack with their audience, a row of ominous behemoths, whose only purpose was to bring death and destruction on an epic scale, B-52 Stratofortress’s (Nuclear Armed). Rows of them ready to take off on a moment’s notice with a one-way ticket to Russia to deliver the ultimate gift, certain doom. To see these planes, take off all at once, meant possibly the end of the world.

It was a necessary evil, a deterrent, a status quo – a sword constantly at the ready.

Now, my dad hands me a picture, it is yellowed on the edges, black and white. He is standing with another man in front of dials and in another loading a large oven looking device. “Here I am putting carbon into an adhesive and compressing it for the skin of military planes” I sat there with surprise! “So this was the early stages of stealth technologies?” – “Possibly” he said with a sly smile.

The picture showed him, young slim and handsome in his black framed glasses surrounded by all kinds of technology we might see in an old Frankenstein movie. He carefully rises from the swing. The family of raccoons now eating from cat bowls scurry back to the forest at the bottom of the yard. He goes inside and shuffles through a mess of files laid out ready to tell a story to whomever might happen by. Emerging from the house he hands me a piece of what looks like charcoal with some material bonded to it. “I could have gotten in a little trouble but I forgot this was in my drawer until years later” Seems, that in many cases absent mindedness goes along with being genius and my dad fit the absentminded scientist to a tee.

It was rough and obviously aged but what I held in my hand was a piece of history. It allowed US warplanes to slip into enemy territory undetected by radar and destroy enemy SAM (Surface to Air Missile) sites. This saved countless numbers of military lives and air wars to be over in a matter of hours rather than months. It was a material that absorbed radar and along with the profile of the plane and placement of engines made it almost invisible to the enemy. That is until it was in sight, followed shortly by a bomb that incinerated the observer and the missile battery targeted by the specter pilot.

My dad’s talents were not spent all on the doom and gloom of warfare. He also worked on the first rocket to the moon. And would be thanked by one of the Astronauts personally for his and the countless number of other scientists who worked on the Saturn V Rocket. The rocket that propelled them away from Earth to the Big Cheese in the sky. A rocket that had its predecessors as test rockets, some that would blow up into ribbons raining back to the ground for my dad and his team to collect and figure out why.

After the Vietnam War contracts for war planes would slowly disappear. Layoffs were on everyone’s mind but my dad seeing the writing on the wall got a teaching certificate and finally after surviving two layoffs was handed his slip. He had saved the company thousands and thousands of dollars, saved an untold number of American’s lives, helped put men on the moon and won two General Dynamic’s Presidents awards. But nothing could save him from the letters of R-I-F (Reduction in Force) the dreaded layoff. And with a wife and young son to support he went home to his family.

That Christmas was dismal. We were worried what to do as my dad looked for a job. We drove through the city to see the Christmas lights to try and cheer ourselves up. That is when we noticed a man sleeping on a park bench in downtown Fort Worth. It was bitter cold and all he had was newspaper, we were not sure if he was even alive. We pulled the car over and my dad went to the trunk where he had an old blanket for emergency should we ever break down on the side of the road. Back then Winters were cold and blue northers could bring a warm t-shirt and shorts kind of day to a blustery snow filled sky in a matter of hours. Handing my mom the blanket they together placed it over the man but he made no movement.

When we got home my mother was concerned and called the police to let them know there was a man who we thought may be deceased. We all kinda sat there on the big burnt orange sofa that was so much the fashion of the late seventies. That is when we decided that instead of buying each other presents for Christmas we would pool our money and buy blankets for the homeless. It was the most memorable Christmas I had until the present ones spent with our own children. We handed the blankets out across downtown. My father soon after landed a job as a middle school teacher at Irma Marsh Middle School.

I never forgot that Christmas and how grateful people were that had far less than us. I would later be hiking through Tandy Hills Park and stumble upon a homeless camp. There was no one to be seen but from the items left behind it appeared that a woman had lived in the dug out hovel. There was a Bible, pictures of two children and a makeshift stove. It was close to the Holidays and a tree nearby reminded me of a Christmas Tree we saw while driving around handing out blankets. I returned a few days later with toilet paper, first aid items, canned food and Christmas Tree ornaments. The location of the Hovel was just down the hill from a stray Mimosa Tree that stood lonely on a hill next to the highway.

As Christmas approached my mom and I piled into her big blue Lincoln and drove downtown to do some shopping. As we approached the hill where the Mimosa tree stood I could see something reflect as it caught the sunlight. It was decorated with Christmas Ornaments! The same ones that I had left at the hovel. I would later learn that the woman who had lived in the woods picked herself up, got a job at the local homeless shelter and returned annually to decorate the tree. After her passing, friends and people from the community began decorating the tree in her honor and it was aptly named The Homeless Christmas Tree. It inspired a beautiful children’s book that my wife and I now read to our children every Christmas season. The tree is now slowly disappearing, and I have always wanted to create a sculpture to put in its place. Maybe something to add to those many retirement projects that I have planned.

It is now getting late and the mosquitoes are biting. I look at my parents and they look back, it is still a warm Summer evening but a cool breeze can be felt blowing through the trees. The cacophony of cicadas chirping out their symphony is almost deafening and it is time to leave one family to return to another. I know they won’t be here forever but my parents have made a lot of lemonade from the lemons handed to them over the years and it has prepared me for the challenging times I have had in life. Times that if just seen in a different perspective can bring great things to be achieved during uncertainty. Because in the end we would never know true greatness without great struggle. Or how a poor country boy can reach for and finally grasp the stars – my dad.

[henryatkins2]

Philip K Dick’s Work

According to Wikipedia:

“ Philip Kindred Dick (December 16, 1928 – March 2, 1982) was an American writer, who published works mainly belonging to the genre of science fiction. Dick explored philosophical, sociological and political themes in novels with plots dominated by monopolistic corporations, authoritarian governments, and altered states of consciousness. His work reflected his personal interest in metaphysics and theology, and often drew upon his life experiences in addressing the nature of reality, identity, drug abuse, paranoia, schizophrenia, and transcendental experiences.”

All of these words do reflect his stories very well and with the new arise of advanced technology coming down the pipeline as of late, Hollywood finds his stories incredibly relate (and profitable).

Some big Hollywood movies were based off Philips books such as:

‘Blade Runner’ which was ‘Do androids dream of electric sheep?’

Blade Runner is about a futuristic world populated by both humans and humanoid robots. One word Wikipedia used before was ‘Paranoia’ which applies to this story in the sense of not knowing the difference between an android and the real thing since the line between them blurs making it almost impossible to figure out the humans to the fakes.

There are other examples of the same kind of thing happening such as the movie ‘Astroboy’

This movie was about a scientist who made a replica of his dead son fitted with all the memories of his son using DNA technology. Almost identical to the real thing and was also mistaken for the real thing. But the scientist noticed there was something different about the replica. He was not the same. He acted differently and wasn’t quite as brilliantly gifted as the original. The scientist abandoned him.

Again, this blurs the line between machine and man. However when the person knows of the machine, a lack of humanity can start to exist. The scientist knew having his son back after witnessing his death (movie version had this. Originally it was a hover car accident) would leave a mark. Knowing that the replica was just hardware made it easier to disband on. He was expendable. Software and parts easy to duplicate.

A.I. (Artificial Intelligence) Worked in a very similar fashion.

The parents decide to get a replica of their son when they find out he is in a coma and may never come out of it. Surprise, he did and now he has a twin brother. After a while the twin gets dropped off at the side of a road by the parents since his existence in the family had started controversy since the real son didn’t feel to happy about being replaced. That’s another interesting point to make about machines being too human to tell and at the same time replacing existing humans identification. However this child was fitted with Artificial Intelligence (go figure) and longed to get home to see his mother again who had left him. Another interesting point to make about Artificial intelligence becoming to advanced that it thinks beyond its limited expectations and thinks freely like a human as well. 

I can’t think how much closer to human we can get from here if they look and feel like a human. Oh wait. We can.

Introducing, The Bicentennial man starring Robin Williams!

Bicentennial man was about a robot with Artificial Intelligence who could imagine making him unique. Eventually he becomes biologically human through surgery when his desire to become more human reaches the point that he wanted to die naturally like a human when he grows old with a person he had fell in love with. It’s an incredibly sweet story really. His desire to be human also includes even getting a module that makes him feel pain.

We’ve ended up at a point where you cannot get androids and machines more human than the Bicentennial man. It’s a strange process which begs the question on what society really thinks of a non-biological being having rights like to die or even get married and have kids. Things like that.

I’m not necessarily proud to bring this up but... A movie does exist which looks into the actual idea behind the moral standings in the presence of law and such on a person who doesn’t technically live to our definition.

This film is... Ted 2...

I know that this necessarily a film about androids and the like but this film does cover how the law does not support, at the beginning of the film, sentient Teddy bears. (Remember that word in bold. I’ll be talking about that later too).

Although I’ve never seen Ted, I’ve seen the trailer and I’ve seen Ted. I’d expect the same rash jokes about sex, drugs and getting wasted with a light hearted message at the end. Most likely this movie ends with sentience equalling equal rights. The point is that this movie covers the law and society allowing a non-human citizen regular human privileges.

There are other films that cover this side of man and machine equality but I’d doubt to say they would do very well at a selling standpoint in a movie.

Short Circuit 2 has a bit of robot racism in it.

At the end of the movie, Johnny 5 (the robot you see on the poster) becomes an official U.S citizen for stopping a robbery of priceless jewels and is even given a super chrome, gold body. Probably gold. The old footage doesn’t help identify it.

However this film doesn’t work on the same basis we’re trying which is a humanoid robot evolving into a human or a robot with Artificial Intelligence getting the basic human rights lawfully since this film revolves around the manipulation of the big city and not much else. More about the mistreating of robots than the lawful well-being of robots.

Not much else I could add on this subject other than the first Short Circuit movie was talking about the actual conscientiousness of a robot.

Short Circuit had a proper story about how humans would react (in a campy, 80s fashion) to a robot that was built to be a mindless, submissive weapon becoming self-conscience, intelligent and overall, Alive. “Number 5. Is. Alive!”. It’s really good flick because of that. A computer that can speed read faster than anything and is able to not only deconstruct a full car in mere seconds just from reading the manual, but also predict and ricochet every bullet from a rifle shot at him. For that one time however. Other than that the android lines only weaknesses appear to be mud, latrines and rope loop traps that pioneers and hunters used to use back in the day. Very advanced laser equipped, multi-terrain, paragliding, hacking wiz robots, aren’t they?

Throughout the story, the military are tracking Number 5 (later renamed to “Johnny 5″) to destroy him since to them he’s a robot gone rogue that they need to bring back to fix its “malfunction”. Take note how I purposely avoided calling Number 5 ‘He’ and instead used ‘it’. Because that’s what the military and pretty much everyone else think Johnny 5 is. Whilst the other lady (I apologise for not remembering her name) has witnessed Johnny 5 learning and growing by the day. He learns about pretty much everything there is in a fortnight, learns about his own mortality through putting the pieces together than when he crushed a grasshopper and “disassembles” it, it can’t be “reassembled” because it’s a living creature. Since Johnny 5 knows that his creators want to “disassemble” him and he knows he’s alive, he freaks out since “Disassemble” know means ‘Dead’ to him. A frankly amazing idea to me when I analyse how he progressively says out loud his thought process and puts together a conclusion. I can only pity the guy.

He’s also very, Very smart as well.

He built a drone replica of himself out of spare pieces to get destroyed in order to fake his death and live peacefully! Colour me impressed!

‘Total Recall’ which was ‘We can remember it for you wholesale’

Sorry for dragging on for so long.

Unfortunately I have never watched this film. Neither have I watched the Blade Runner in fact. But from what I can tell from the wikipedia page, Total Recall is about a man who goes to a virtual reality place to experience his memories of going to Mars for vacation. However this leads to an inception kind of story when you’re not sure which is real life and which is the virtual reality. I used the word Inception just then because the movie, Inception, does something very similar but with dreams within dreams.

I won’t talk at all about Inception just because of how irrelevant the movie is to what we’re doing other than the minor comparison between the illusion and the real thing.

However another film did do what we did as well. The Matrix Trilogy.

I know the story to this one after watching an unsavory review on it from the Nostalgia Critic on YouTube.

Computers have taken over and have put the human race into a unified virtual reality world where they all live together with no idea of the real world. This fake world is the matrix.

The way they go about it flawed in some spaces about the chosen one who ends up having his powers outside of the computer realm as well, that and the weird psychic messages about bending spoons and the like. The stuff that makes sense though is the parts when they describe the Matrix world they’re in about how you can see imperfections or maybe glitches even.

Just imagine a video game built to perfectly match the real world but being a game probably has plenty of bugs ruining the experience. Those flaws are all that defines the Matrix.

The point of bringing it up is that not only do the past films we’ve been looking at in this post explain the evolution of robots becoming more and more like people, but this explains how much the actual programming starts to become identical to the real thing. The same goes for Total Recall.

The world has also been evolving alongside the movie world in a very similar way.

The Gemonoid project have been making robots so close to life-like as of late and pretty much proves the point of robots becoming just like humans.

I’ve also heard that in the next 10-20 years, we would have achieved Artificial Intelligence.

With these leaps in technology it makes using Phillip K. Dicks work more and more relevant since it’s kind of a trial or an explanation to the oncoming tech and how it can effect us.