Here's a fantastic little board, created and intended for the development of characters. (Cause the title totally didn't say the same freaking thing.) I'll post a question, you go ahead and answer in character. Simple rules, guys!!
I'll try to have new questions up on a normal basis. ^^ PM me if you come up with something you'd like to have asked. I'm a very easy-to-work-with person that way. XDXD
ANYway. The first question is this:
Something pretty basic to get us started, go ahead and give a quick run down of your childhood. Did you like it? Was it good, bad, somewhere in the middle? What are your most vivid memories from kidhood? Why do you remember them? How have they affected/effected the person you are today?
Ink: "Mae childhood was rather normal. Ah grew up en Scotland and spent most o mae time with mae father who home schooled mae. He's the wan who taught mae every thin ah know including how tae use mae powers and even a wee bit o martial arts just en case. He taught me all o lifes lessons that he could and es much more then a father tae mae. Hes mae mentor and best friend as well as mae father... guess ahm still a wee daddy's lass.
Ah loved mae childhood even though ah dont have many memories of mae mum, but ah do know ah look alot like her, and that mae father never wanted to talk aboot her. All an all while mae childhood wasn't normal ah still think it was the best wan anyone could have.
Mae most vivd memories are o the times mae father and ah went out tae learn something new. We would go all sorts o places just for a wee lesson. Like the zoo, the library, the grocer, the circus, even the woods way out where no person had left a mark. Ah think ah remember those the best because they were so normal but mae dad treated them with a kind o seriousness that made et seem like we were sharing a very important secret. Not to say we daenae have fun, et was just a very special brand of fun.
These memories have had a great impact on who ah am today, ah still go to lots o places and look for any wee lesson ah can learn, and a still here mae daddy's voice in mae head repeatin things ah have already learned when ah need to know them. Not tae mention that was how ah learned tae draw"
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2012 9:55:57 GMT -6 by Deleted
Kim would naturally assume a stance against the wall, prefacing her answer with a long drag of a pretentious-looking clove cigarette. The odd-colored cloud of smoke drifts in the air before her, shifting and deforming slightly with each breath her words are carried on;
"Normal. My childhood was normal, much as it can be when you grow up at the bottom of the financial ladder where all the state's shit festers and dies. When you're a kid with two immigrant parents, you don't get invited to too many fancy dinner parties. I spent most of my time on my block; never much went to school, so I sat and watched the world go by. Having a big Irish dad and a loud mother from 'Nam made me feel pretty safe, but I learned pretty quickly that they can't be there when every tweaked-out crackhead comes up to you with a switchblade."
She pauses, taking another quiet drag of the evil-smelling stick of herb.
"I cozied up with the local distributors when I was fourteen. Learned to fight, learned all the little tricks guys like that know, like how you can snap a radio antenna off of a car and cut someone up pretty bad with it. Northside Goons, I think they were a Crip cell. I was the leader's little princess; Iceman, everyone called him. He eventually told me his real name was Morese, but he thought Morese sounded like a faggot name. Would get pissed, even when I said his name in private. I thought it was pretty funny, 'til he decked me for it."
Another pause, this one more to re-order her thoughts.
"Iceman liked meth. Meth couldn't say the same for Iceman. I think something was always wrong in his head, but the drugs just brought it out, made him delusional and angry. Talked about how he'd be the king of the world one day, and I always told him he would be 'cause he'd threaten me if I wasn't. I lived with him, for the most part, in his shitty apartment a few blocks down from mine. Mom and dad were probably happy that someone else had the responsibility of paying for my food. I haven't seen them since the day I moved in with Iceman."
A moment to shrug, and to tap the ash from the end of her cigarette onto the floor beneath.
"I couldn't keep him happy forever. His delusions got stronger, as the next two years went by. I should've known that they'd eventually overpower the little humanity he had left in him, when he went off like that. One night, he's convinced I'm trying to take his place as leader. Nothing I tell him can shake him out of that; not when I reason, not when I beg, not when I tell him to shut his mouth so I can suck him off. He sticks a knife in my right eye."
She shuts her left eye. The glassy sphere of her right eye stares blindly outward, no longer able to close.
"I can't tell you I know exactly what happened. That's the day my powers manifested, and all I can remember is the paramedics busting the door down and looking at my boyfriend on the floor a few feet away from me. That was the first time I'd ever seen someone so twisted up. The way his bones stuck out of his joints made it seem all the more wrong.
"Did I say my childhood was normal? I guess I lied a little. But that's how I got my powers, and if my childhood taught me anything it's that you look out for number one before you start getting all sentimental with everyone else. I didn't live this long thinking that the greater good in mankind was gonna save me one day; it didn't, and once I accepted that and moved on the world became my playground."
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Not one to be upstaged, Eliphas' answer is prompt and spoken somewhat tersely. The faintest Britoid drawl can be heard in each vowel, sharpened by an apparent sneer. Though his mask is ever-present, his voice carries as though the beaked covering simply doesn't exist.
"I will spare you the where of my childhood; minds as limited as yours weren't build to comprehend the nature of the place in which I was born. Be thankful that you weren't born there, as those not born into privilege die painfully, and often."
He sweeps an arm out as though heralding the start of a theater drama, and the air of the room becomes dry and tinged with the unmistakable scent of incense- luxuriant, herbal, and lightly applied so as not to be choking.
"I had six siblings. My father loved his women, and he loved the idea of making more of himself to spite mortalkind. Each was foul in their own special ways, an offense to the eyes if not in discourse. This has never changed, and I shall be surprised if I learn it ever does. I am happy to say I haven't the faintest notion of where they have ended up. We lived in luxury, a palace of such dark opulence to bring each of you to your knees in desperate tears. There was a majesty there, one that no creature beyond that realm has ever surpassed. Nor ever will they, I believe."
He takes a moment to pause, sparing a glance at Kimberly, bored to unrepentance and rolling her eyes at the apparent coldness in the mask's stare.
"If you're surprised to hear that my fondest memory is of leaving my father, I'll have to re-evaluate what little confidence I still have in mortal men. I'm sure you will be surprised to learn I had no grand reason behind it, oh no; the mass exodus of I and my wretched siblings was nothing short of necessary. I know how humans love their epics, and may compare your innumerable motives until your jaws wither away out of shame. I cannot partake."
Another pause; Kimmy had snorted derisively, causing one begloved hand to clench. "Are you quite done?" he growls, to which the redhead can only shrug.
"We were in the prime of our adolescent years when I suggested it. Our adolescent years being, of course, many centuries beyond your normal lifespan, our decisions were much more informed than the impulses of your youth. That being said, I was surprised when each one of my siblings agreed without hesitation. Alphia always loved anarchy, a change like that must have gotten her near the vapors, but Ilse... that fat cow of a girl had her fingers in every enterprise from the palace to the far end of the city, and yet some perversion of her own gluttonous greed drove her upward with the rest of us.
"We agreed not to tell father, but I am humble enough to admit that I do not know why to this day. He would have done nothing to stop our ascent if we had told him, just as he hadn't when we didn't. It was a little gesture of defiance, I suppose. Our petty first grasps at true freedom."
The air becomes heavy and damp, its use for Eliphas' story having changed.
"The ascent came through aged, cramped corridors and enormous stairwells of granite, all lined with the sort of ornamentation one comes to expect from my father. Statues, mostly of himself. Day and night we walked, never wanting for food or water and never tiring.
"We emerged one day in the basement of a crack-house, somewhere in Detroit. The rest is history."
The air returns to normal as it's filled by Kim's snickering. Eliphas, wisely, does not dignify her apparent amusement with any further response.
"I remember it because that was the day we took hold of our destinies. The world became ours. I'm certain Richter has found a cave to hide his hideousness away in somewhere, and Ilse has found some paupers to exploit. Their fates, and the fates of the rest, are of little concern to me now. I'm still a loss for some genuine use of my time, in a place as bereft of worth as this."
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2012 22:55:43 GMT -6 by Deleted
Sekhmet: I don't remember much of my childhood thanks to my parents. They tried to invoke the goddess Sekhmet, and they succeeded...I would urge caution if you ever get the dumb idea to try what they did. She is not a 'fluffy' cuddly deity...Understand that she isn't a pet who will come when called, or leave when you are done with her. She is a demanding being. She is not always patient. Well she lost patience with the cult my parents belonged to and decided to make use of their largest offering... me. So the goddess gave me her power, her rage and her blood lust.
I destroyed my whole village all because one man had said one small joke, the goddess took seriously. I painted the sands red with the strength of her rage. It took so much out of me I slept for three days. When I awoke the goddess told me what had happened... explained her "gift" made me her tool... ever since then I have trained on my own to control myself and my new found powers...and most importantly how to ignore the goddess.... She cant even talk to me anymore unless I want her to.
So I guess you could say I had a bad childhood but whoop-dee-do lots of people have had worse then what I got stuck with. Now Im just trying to atone for the actions of the goddess that condemned me.
.... and Id rather not talk about my most vivid memory, its not really pleasant. Not to mention the effects it had on me are kind of obvious...
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