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player information.
name: Jinx
are you over 18?: 22.
personal dw: [Bad username or unknown identity: “corsetjinx”]
email/msn/aim/plurk/etc:
Email/MSN: Beloved-Belial@hotmail.com
AIM: CorsetJinx
Plurk: BurialApplicant
Tumblr: CorsetJinx
characters in abax: Mirela Djuric [AC], and Tessa Varzi [AC]
in character information.
series: [PROTOTYPE]
name: Dana A. Mercer
age: 20
sex: F
race: Human
weight: 104
height: 5’ 4”
[OPTIONAL] cause of death: N/A
canon point: After being captured by the Leader Hunter.
previous cr: N/A
history: Wiki
personality:
When you first meet and greet with Dana, she’s a little busy trying to free herself from the clutches of a Blackwatch Officer. But her big brother, or what is assumedly her brother, saves her by punching the soldier in the chest. And not just in the chest, his arm goes straight through the soldier. Dana is, of course, freaked out by what she’s seen and cowers away from Alex. But her love and trust in her brother leads her to calm down and she follows him to the sewers and starts asking questions about what’s going on. A surprising thing, isn’t it? You have just witness your brother mercilessly kill a guy by punching him through the chest but you tag along with him anyway instead of running away screaming.
But for Dana there’s quite a bit of reasons for this, although they don’t quite excuse her behavior. It’s easier to understand Dana as a whole if we go back to the beginning.
Dana didn’t have a simple happy childhood. Nor did Alex, her only brother who became a sort of parental figure to the younger Mercer child. Dana’s mother was an alcoholic, neglectful and possibly emotionally abusive woman. Her father was nowhere in sight, and all she had was Alex. He was a single constant in her childhood, although aloof and disconnected. But he was there. He existed and he took care of her. It was enough for Dana to see Alex as her singular parental unit. He made sure she was up and got ready for school, he supplied her with food, and he took care of her. But he had his own goals to focus on, ones that didn’t include Dana. Whether she knew it and just chose to ignore it is up to debate. But he was going to have a better life once he was out of the situation they were in. And maybe, in Dana’s childhood fantasies, Alex was her white knight. He was her hero. He was going to leave this place and take her with him. But that wasn’t the case. Alex was self-centered and planned to leave because he deserved better. He left Dana and didn’t look back.
Perhaps Dana took it as a sign of challenge. Perhaps she believed, somehow in her mistaken vision of her brother that he was pushing her to better herself. It was enough, though, for Dana to push through school with high marks and get out of her situation all the faster.
She’s quite an emotionally layered character due to the events of her past. Her language is a bit on the filthy side, and she’s willing to tell Alex anything he wants, or needs to know. And when it comes down to it, Dana’s not afraid to let her thoughts be known. She’s brash, brave, abrasive, manipulative (comes with the job description), disrespectful, and just plain forward. But that’s not all. Dana is still kind hearted, caring and affectionate deep down inside. She also holds honesty and truth like a torch.
Dana is a journalist. It’s her dream job; it’s what she went to college to become. She is very focused when it comes to her work. Focused to the point that she may come off as being detached from the world around her and the dangers it presents. She is as intelligent as she is pushy. And she’s a bit on the judgmental side. When she meets someone new she doesn’t trust them. Not right off the bat anyway. She listens to her instincts and if someone is bad news there is no way she’ll trust them. She just isn’t that sort of person. But in all honesty, thanks to Dana’s childhood she does have some pretty basic trust issues. She’s easily suspicious of others, holding them at a distance even if they prove not to have ill intentions towards her or Alex. It takes quite a bit of time to get in Dana’s good graces.
abilities/powers: Dana is your average human being, meaning no superpowers of any sort. However, Dana has above average intelligence. She is also has quite the vast technical and pseudo-scientific skills. These skills include computer hacking, network design, surveillance, surveillance system hacking, and an above-average understanding of genetics and virology. She is theorized to have learned these skills via DIY sources, and presumably with her brother’s help.
first person sample:
[The phone flickers on to video. Dana’s in the visitor’s center this time, an office space. She’s got one hand on the phone, propping it up on a speaker as she carefully tweaks with the computer, trying to get it to turn on. But it isn’t working. Just as dead as the others.]
There’s no use, this one’s broken too. Did you find anything, Alex?
[She looks behind her briefly before turning her attention to the phone.]
The monitor’s busted, but I think I can scavenge some parts out of this piece of shit. I’m sure it’s not all fucking busted.
third person sample:
“Come on, work God damn it!” Dana snapped the words, glaring at the computer in front of her. Her lips were drawn back, baring white teeth. The computer before her was in pieces, the tower having been entirely gutted. All its parts were replaced by newer, working pieces and strung together by wires connected to the monitor. But she couldn’t know for sure if the hard drives worked, or the fan, or anything really. But she had a feeling. She had hope. But hope didn’t seem to matter in this fucked up city.
A hand raked through her short, messy faux-hawk. This was getting her nowhere fast. This city had enough working lights, phones that never needed to be charged, but there wasn’t even one working computer. There had to be. There had to be at least one damn computer somewhere- it didn’t even have to be some sort of super computer. But she couldn’t find it or any answers to any damn questions plaguing her.
Why had they been brought here, stripped of their belongings and tagged like the dead, left in the morgue? The question was essentially at the top of her Web of Intrigue bulletin board in the abandoned visitor’s center. But there was more than enough information on other people to make up for this question. This city was full of diversity, and people from an assortment of places. None of them native to Abax City, or with coordinates or whereabouts for this place. She had maps, though, of this city. Had found old ones, hand drawn by someone who had previously been here. People vanished too, without a trace. Numbers and names were automatically added to these phones. It made no sense. Nor was there ties to half these people to shape a reason for them to be here.
There were people from the same place, worlds apparently. Some from years in the future where humans had finally made it into space like some fucking SyFy flick. Aliens’ existing was a shock, but not too bad after what she’d been through. And she’d met people from the past (12th Century? Italian Renaissance? Assassins? Templars?), they should have been dead by now. Some people had died before, only to wake up in the morgue in a not zombie manner.
It made no sense to Dana. Nothing here made any sense.
The young woman shifted in her seat, turning to look at her phone. She picked it up gingerly, flingers and eyes skimming over her messages for the last one she’d received from the technophile assassin- she couldn’t believe she had come from 2012, that’s only a few years in the future. She doesn’t really trust her, but she doesn’t really trust anyone. However the other techie might be able to help her with this problem.
She texts her with a frown touching her features. She can’t do this all on her own.
case no: Nope, ain’t got any in mind.
name: Jinx
are you over 18?: 22.
personal dw: [Bad username or unknown identity: “corsetjinx”]
email/msn/aim/plurk/etc:
Email/MSN: Beloved-Belial@hotmail.com
AIM: CorsetJinx
Plurk: BurialApplicant
Tumblr: CorsetJinx
characters in abax: Mirela Djuric [AC], and Tessa Varzi [AC]
in character information.
series: [PROTOTYPE]
name: Dana A. Mercer
age: 20
sex: F
race: Human
weight: 104
height: 5’ 4”
[OPTIONAL] cause of death: N/A
canon point: After being captured by the Leader Hunter.
previous cr: N/A
history: Wiki
personality:
When you first meet and greet with Dana, she’s a little busy trying to free herself from the clutches of a Blackwatch Officer. But her big brother, or what is assumedly her brother, saves her by punching the soldier in the chest. And not just in the chest, his arm goes straight through the soldier. Dana is, of course, freaked out by what she’s seen and cowers away from Alex. But her love and trust in her brother leads her to calm down and she follows him to the sewers and starts asking questions about what’s going on. A surprising thing, isn’t it? You have just witness your brother mercilessly kill a guy by punching him through the chest but you tag along with him anyway instead of running away screaming.
But for Dana there’s quite a bit of reasons for this, although they don’t quite excuse her behavior. It’s easier to understand Dana as a whole if we go back to the beginning.
Dana didn’t have a simple happy childhood. Nor did Alex, her only brother who became a sort of parental figure to the younger Mercer child. Dana’s mother was an alcoholic, neglectful and possibly emotionally abusive woman. Her father was nowhere in sight, and all she had was Alex. He was a single constant in her childhood, although aloof and disconnected. But he was there. He existed and he took care of her. It was enough for Dana to see Alex as her singular parental unit. He made sure she was up and got ready for school, he supplied her with food, and he took care of her. But he had his own goals to focus on, ones that didn’t include Dana. Whether she knew it and just chose to ignore it is up to debate. But he was going to have a better life once he was out of the situation they were in. And maybe, in Dana’s childhood fantasies, Alex was her white knight. He was her hero. He was going to leave this place and take her with him. But that wasn’t the case. Alex was self-centered and planned to leave because he deserved better. He left Dana and didn’t look back.
Perhaps Dana took it as a sign of challenge. Perhaps she believed, somehow in her mistaken vision of her brother that he was pushing her to better herself. It was enough, though, for Dana to push through school with high marks and get out of her situation all the faster.
She’s quite an emotionally layered character due to the events of her past. Her language is a bit on the filthy side, and she’s willing to tell Alex anything he wants, or needs to know. And when it comes down to it, Dana’s not afraid to let her thoughts be known. She’s brash, brave, abrasive, manipulative (comes with the job description), disrespectful, and just plain forward. But that’s not all. Dana is still kind hearted, caring and affectionate deep down inside. She also holds honesty and truth like a torch.
Dana is a journalist. It’s her dream job; it’s what she went to college to become. She is very focused when it comes to her work. Focused to the point that she may come off as being detached from the world around her and the dangers it presents. She is as intelligent as she is pushy. And she’s a bit on the judgmental side. When she meets someone new she doesn’t trust them. Not right off the bat anyway. She listens to her instincts and if someone is bad news there is no way she’ll trust them. She just isn’t that sort of person. But in all honesty, thanks to Dana’s childhood she does have some pretty basic trust issues. She’s easily suspicious of others, holding them at a distance even if they prove not to have ill intentions towards her or Alex. It takes quite a bit of time to get in Dana’s good graces.
abilities/powers: Dana is your average human being, meaning no superpowers of any sort. However, Dana has above average intelligence. She is also has quite the vast technical and pseudo-scientific skills. These skills include computer hacking, network design, surveillance, surveillance system hacking, and an above-average understanding of genetics and virology. She is theorized to have learned these skills via DIY sources, and presumably with her brother’s help.
first person sample:
[The phone flickers on to video. Dana’s in the visitor’s center this time, an office space. She’s got one hand on the phone, propping it up on a speaker as she carefully tweaks with the computer, trying to get it to turn on. But it isn’t working. Just as dead as the others.]
There’s no use, this one’s broken too. Did you find anything, Alex?
[She looks behind her briefly before turning her attention to the phone.]
The monitor’s busted, but I think I can scavenge some parts out of this piece of shit. I’m sure it’s not all fucking busted.
third person sample:
“Come on, work God damn it!” Dana snapped the words, glaring at the computer in front of her. Her lips were drawn back, baring white teeth. The computer before her was in pieces, the tower having been entirely gutted. All its parts were replaced by newer, working pieces and strung together by wires connected to the monitor. But she couldn’t know for sure if the hard drives worked, or the fan, or anything really. But she had a feeling. She had hope. But hope didn’t seem to matter in this fucked up city.
A hand raked through her short, messy faux-hawk. This was getting her nowhere fast. This city had enough working lights, phones that never needed to be charged, but there wasn’t even one working computer. There had to be. There had to be at least one damn computer somewhere- it didn’t even have to be some sort of super computer. But she couldn’t find it or any answers to any damn questions plaguing her.
Why had they been brought here, stripped of their belongings and tagged like the dead, left in the morgue? The question was essentially at the top of her Web of Intrigue bulletin board in the abandoned visitor’s center. But there was more than enough information on other people to make up for this question. This city was full of diversity, and people from an assortment of places. None of them native to Abax City, or with coordinates or whereabouts for this place. She had maps, though, of this city. Had found old ones, hand drawn by someone who had previously been here. People vanished too, without a trace. Numbers and names were automatically added to these phones. It made no sense. Nor was there ties to half these people to shape a reason for them to be here.
There were people from the same place, worlds apparently. Some from years in the future where humans had finally made it into space like some fucking SyFy flick. Aliens’ existing was a shock, but not too bad after what she’d been through. And she’d met people from the past (12th Century? Italian Renaissance? Assassins? Templars?), they should have been dead by now. Some people had died before, only to wake up in the morgue in a not zombie manner.
It made no sense to Dana. Nothing here made any sense.
The young woman shifted in her seat, turning to look at her phone. She picked it up gingerly, flingers and eyes skimming over her messages for the last one she’d received from the technophile assassin- she couldn’t believe she had come from 2012, that’s only a few years in the future. She doesn’t really trust her, but she doesn’t really trust anyone. However the other techie might be able to help her with this problem.
She texts her with a frown touching her features. She can’t do this all on her own.
case no: Nope, ain’t got any in mind.
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