Shinigami Dolls OOC

[Thaedael]

I do not know you that well, but do you always use the pseudonym Jason Argo, or a derivative? Is it from Jason and the argonaughts? Not to offend, but just to get to know you better before the RP starts.

[jayjaycaps]

Not offended at all, Thae. Yes, I always use Jason Argo. I have a deep interest in Greek mythology, even tried to start an RP about it on here! I'm particularly interested in Jason and the Argonauts, so yea, that's were it came from.

Plus too, I've always liked the name Jason.

[Taria]

don't forget to put your character in the CS

[Thaedael]

Can I be genderless, or at least keep it hidden for a while =P. Also how will it start, will we each rp our own little thing before starting. I got the back story down pretty much flawlessly, but don't know if it will be revealed over time or if we all start by gaining conscientiousness.

[Taria]

fine, be lame and genderless
If you've already got an acceptable intro that's good, otherwise I will come up with something for people.

[Thaedael]

Will the first post be like "and thus thaedael the doll was born" or will it be like the actual process?

[napsii]

shinigami are usually about the size of humans correct?

[napsii]

TA-DAAA finished my bio

[Taria]

@thae you've been living up your doll life and then your like... "huh... I'm sentient now."

@napsii yes human sized

[Taria]

I have a headache right now... If I don't start this later today I'll do it tomorrow

[Taria]

alright, feeling better. Everyone past a little bio about yourself here and I'll set up your intro.
Things to include:
How you were created.
Where you're from, the setting is like medieval steampunk with necromancers and magicians.
Why you were created and what you do now.
If your creator is alive, dead, or otherwise incapacitated.

[Thaedael]

Out of curiosity, will this involve sex? Still deciding a gender.

[Taria]

it doesn't have to

[napsii]

you want me to do like an actual bio or just like a bullet pt sum up?

[Thaedael]

Things to include:
How you were created:
A floating sensation. From a bird's eye view a scene was displayed, a young woman in a workshop. Scattered around the room were diagrams of all sorts, the tools of a trade unknown to the average person. Drip. Across the beaten oak table, scattered along the worm eaten wood, laid an assortment of beautiful fabrics, glowing a deep blue. Drip. Across the walls, diagrams of the human body, all the modes of locomotion circled and drawn out in green. Drip. The view shifted slowly, becoming more aware of it's existence. <<Where am I?>> it thought to itself, floating amongst the clutter of the workshop. Atop a fine copper table rest a diamond tool, fragments of emeralds catching the blue light emanating from the cloth. Drip. The sound was maddening, the self conscious thought dove slowly towards it. Sitting over the table was a beautiful girl, long red hair tied back away from her face. Her form slumped over the table, arms resting on a leather pad. Curiously the sentience drew closer to the woman <<Who are you?>> it thought to itself, before losing control and diving towards her.

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The sentience became conscience once more, before opening it's eyes. The woman seen before rested over the conscious thought given form. From this vantage point two long arms went up into her torso, ending in grievous wounds. "Don't be afraid little one" the women said, a stream of blood flowing from her lip. "It is I who have given you form. From my hands you were made, your essence made in my image." she coughed a little bit, not much longer for this world. "Listen, you were created by me, your form carved from the emeralds found in this lands. Be proud for you are the pride of our soul, the pride of our work. From the land of Moussilon you were made. The finest of fabrics were sown around your emerald core, may it forever keep your soul warm, and your body safe." She coughed once more, before clearing her throat of the blood. "A-top this you were made in our image, to forever be our embodiment. Your clothing from our land." she sighed one last time before speaking. "By my hand you were created and born, by yours I will die. These lands have be ruined, our city smashed, the lords have brought this to us. Live free and tell the tale of Mousillon once more." she slumped forward, the last of her blood dripping to the floor. The conscience screamed, brought into the world at the murder of it's creator.

Where you're from, the setting is like medieval steampunk with necromancers and magicians.

Moussilon was a marshland, from here some of the finest clothes were woven from the silks of caterpillars found in wet and humid lands. It was famous for providing gases from the marshes, as well as pitch and gemstones, emerald having been the largest source of it's riches. A land of culture and arts, reduced to the smoldering ruins of a city at the command of the lords.

Why you were created and what you do now.

To tell stories of the land. However spends most of the time silently floating above the marshes, going from ruin to ruin and learning all there was about the culture that had fallen. Often confused as a will-o-wisp.

If your creator is alive, dead, or otherwise incapacitated.
See above.

[Taria]

@napsii a summary is just fine.

@thae floating?

[napsii]

okie. im feeling tired so ill do it tomo.

[Thaedael]

Derp sorry not actually floating. People wandering/looting the ruined city tend to imagine seeing floating blue lights, she doesn't actually float having no skill to do so.

[BlueLight]

Good to know i'm still scaring the stupid surfs. I wonder when they find out that it's really UFO's and not a insane person that breaks the 3rd wall.

[napsii]

righto. airxide's history in CONVENIENT BULLET POINT FORMAT:

- originally she was forged by an upstart self described "chemical, doll and magic company" from the extremely smoggy and industralized citystate of Grolat composed of some washed out necromancers and bankers as a tech demonstrator as they had hoped to use their cutting edge chemical technology as a sales pitch for future products. she was welcomed into sentience mostly as a tool rather than a living thing and so was never of the most pleasant disposition.
- one of the development team's heads, tabitha, was fed up with her work being discredited or unacknowledged as she was just about the tip of the spear for developing airxide's batteries (the most important thing of all) and so she set to work twisting away the direction of the development into ruins
- her colleagues took note, got mad and used Grolat's jurisprudence for copyright and contracts to have her fined an immense sum tho as she was still important they let her continue working, though in debt
- knowing the law, tabitha decided to set free the completed prototype (which she had upgraded to be better at fighting and stealth) several months later (resulting in her being arrested until she could pay her massive debt) with the very basic programming of "acquire currency and give to grolat authorities" so her debt could be paid and she could flee from her vengeful colleagues.

so since then airxide's only drive has been to wander about collecting dosh so she can pay off the rest of her creator's debt.