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7 yrs ago
Current Another exam and internship. Will reply in 2 to 3 days.
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7 yrs ago
So, I was intending to knock some posts out today. I apologize, but I have been truly whipped by my internships the past few days. I'll be posting in the morning, I promise! <3
7 yrs ago
I may be offline for two or three days due to interning. 10/19 through 10/20. I should be free again the evening of 10/20 or 10/21. Fear not!
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Haha, now that that's out of my system.

Call me Div.
The gifs are related (oddly) to what I do in real life. And, just because I love Sirens and Scrubs, more now that I'm in the medical field than ever.

I absolutely love to write, and I seek out like-minded writers who are hoping to explore dark, creative, adventurous new avenues of heart-wrenching stories. I tend to write on a high-casual to advanced level, and I admire someone who really challenges me to write more and better. I'm very into writing with emotion and drama, really making the reader feel the pain of a letdown, the swell of new love, the nauseating apprehension, etc and so on. I'm a sucker for a good, twisted plot.



And I love cats.
'Cause... cat lady.

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Name: Nasreen Basu Kumari
Nickname: Basu
Age: 26 y.o.
Description or Pic:

Mask Picture:

This is the mask that Jason stole for her from a rich collector during their teen years.
Skills:
-Medical Proficiency
-Extremely tactful and intelligent
-She has very unique and diverse psychological and sociological perspectives that allow her to profile the people around her
-Levelheaded is an understatement, as Nasreen is hardly ever intimidated by anything, even the concept of being beaten or attacked
-She is extremely good with ropes, small spaces, and making good use of her surroundings when she doesn't have any equipment on her
-Charismatic and trusted
Weapons:
-.357 Magnum Revolver (snubnose), rarely used
-Tactical EMS/Fire pocket knife (seatbelt cutter, window punch, and folding blade with a serrated 1.5'' section at its center and a sharp, refined 1.5' edge leading to its tip)
-An assortment of drugs she's been lifting over the years little by little to create her fatal collection.

History:
Nasreen was the daughter of a neurologist and a critical care flight nurse. She grew up surrounded by medical knowledge in a well-off and rich setting. But her most important influences other than her prestigious parents was her best friend growing up, Jason. Jason was an art student who always walked past her private school on his way to the subway. She and him became very close after a while and she began to spend her nights out roaming the streets with him. He was sly and a thief, but she saw some kind of honor in the way he acted.
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By the time she was a teenager, she'd learned a whole lot from him. But he began to associate with bad sorts. Becoming involved with a street gang, Nasreen too was pulled into the darkness of the criminal activity. They stole for the sake of taking for their own enjoyment and desires, and she thought them selfish. Before she knew it, she began to spite them. But they kept her around because she had some slack medical knowledge from her parents that proved useful when they had initiation fights. Jason was the main reason though, as she had become romantically attached.
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When she hit eighteen, she and Jason began to date. But their relationship was put under strain when she went to university for emergency medical services and he remained a pusher for the gang. They began to fight over the definition of right and wrong, and the gray between each. At nineteen, Jason was killed. It was a case of police brutality, and yet it was warped in court to say that Jason had reached for the officer's gun. Nasreen knew him far better than that, and immediately shut herself off from others. The gang threatened her to come back to pay off Jason's debts and to provide her services as an EMT (at that time) to them. When she refused, they terrorized her. After a while, Nasreen terrorized back.
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When finally she was able to cut ties with the gang, she excelled through school with minimal friends. Her only friends as she considered them were the people at her local rescue station where she worked. She eventually moved up and became the Captain of Squad 3. Further she went on to get her Masters. But by the time she got her Paramedic, she had begun to see how the world was shifted and depraved. Her already dark concept of justice grew as she saw patients assaulted by others, people made homeless because the rich fired them, or people who were the victim of being financially cheated. She viewed, and still views, herself as a vigilant agent of justice at times. But as she gets older, her sense of justice fades and she becomes more chaotic in nature, using her close ties with police and 911 services to provide an excellent charismatic report so that she can profile officers and avoid detection when she does act slyly.
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Other:
Currently certified:
-Nationally Registered Paramedic (NR-P)
-Firefighter I (Firefighter Basic)
Certification / License Continued Education:
-Tactical Medic
-Critical Care
-Advanced Cardiac Life Support
-Advanced Pediatric Life Support
-Ropes III
-Small Spaces Rescue
-Vehicular Extrication
-Trauma: Ballistics
-Trauma: Head, Neck, Spinal
-Trauma: Assessment and Management (Full Body)
Degrees:
-Masters of Science in Emergency Medical Services
--Minors in Psychology and Fire Science
Do character sheets go here or somewhere else?
Is this still open? >~>
XD Sorry about that post being a bit on the short side. Wasn't much to post with it kinda' moving one move and some dialogue at a time.
When he dodged and grabbed her free hand she felt her instinctual desire to defend herself kick in double time. She pushed herself close to him, as if she'd tripped and fallen towards his body. But in her fist she was gathering more of the frosty ice. Caleb would feel it only seconds before it happened into existence, as a cool chill near his navel. If he didn't let go of her she would've dropped the keyblade and released the Blizzard spell against his stomach from point blank range.

When the keyblade was released it disappeared from existence. Instead it reformed as a keychain crown hung upon her bracelet. And as the ice magic gathered, the keychain would rapidly fog up and frost would creep in crystalline designs over the small metal shape. Whether he dodged or not, she would speak after the spell burst into reality.

"So if you didn't do it..." She would say through clenched teeth. Finally her jaw relaxed a bit, and she took a deep breath trying to find a place of levelheadedness. "Then who did?"
Oh yeah. Gotta' love the stubborn ones XD.
When he said she had him confused for someone else, she took a good (albeit quick) look around. The alley seemed empty save but for those two. Of course she had never seen a cactuar before and didn't even suspect the mischievous plant-creature. She squeezed the handle of her keyblade which appeared much more basic than his. Her eyes locked on him, piercing quicksilver as she clicked her tongue.

"Talking your way out of it huh? There's no one else here but you." Saga twisted her keyblade up and took a stance, and by the way her legs were spread and knees bent, the keyblade faced out, she looked as if she was taking up a mixture of aikido and fencing all in the same stroke. Her style of combat was very unique, based on speed and lethal maneuvering more than being strong or aggressive. However her naturally aggressive persona tended to make her a bit contradicting at times.

"Where'd you get that, anyway? Who are you?" She suddenly rushed forward, three broad steps closer. But she didn't come into arm's length of him. She stopped just in time that her body stopped but her momentum went into the blow as her keyblade struck straight forward in a would-be piercing blow. She didn't quite know how it would work considering that the keyblade wasn't sharp on its end. It wasn't sharp at all! His looked like it may've been sharp however, and she felt a bit underhanded as far as the weapon went. But she didn't let it make her falter. If he blocked or dodged she would've returned to stance and begun cycling around him like a vulture, silvery eyes never leaving his.
Saga took to any direction- whichever she felt at the time would become the most productive. She was rounding shops and meandering aimlessly about- and what infuriated her more than anything was just knowing how absolutely directionless she was right now in this foreign land. The azure femme managed her way past some tumbled over trash-cans, wondering if maybe EVE was here. As she did so, she heard a quiet rustling behind her. She turned fast and braced herself for some enemy, but saw none. However suddenly a thin needle shot into her back, implanting itself only a half inch. It still hurt however as she stiffened up and clenched her jaw.

She wasn't the only one struck however. The little mischievous cactaur had shot one of its needles into Caleb's back too before burrowing into a flower pot on some poor citizen's windowsill.

Saga whipped around as she plucked the needle out and threw it on the ground. She of course now was able to see Caleb up ahead- paying more attention than before. She balled a fist and her fingertips started to coat in frost as the air around her tightly clenched hand began to steam with a sudden freezing chill. She raised her hand then and opened it, firing out a blast of torrential cold that would frost and possibly ice anything in its path, aimed to strike Caleb.

"Assassin!" She snapped once the frost started melting from her fingers as she reached for one of her karambit knives, however something else formed in her hand. That strange key was there- she supposed it'd make a good blunt weapon. "You just tried to kill me! Just face me like a man!" Saga instigated, balling up her fist and gathering more of the antagonizing chill of her only offensive spell while bracing herself for a fight.
The sound was what she could only compare to a train or a hurricane. It made the walls of the underground shake as she ran through the corridors and tried to reach the surface before a possible collapse occurred. Her boots hit the icy ground hard as she ran towards the opening of the light. All of her friends, where were they? There were only a few of them, a few fairies and robots who were exiled down here where Saga chose to live.

As she came above ground and finally could breathe without fear of being crushed, her crystalline dark grey eyes like quicksilver looked to the sky. Darkness loomed high like a heavenly plague, a massive beast with no center whose yellow eyes pierced the world itself. Its tangled mess of head were like black mambas writhing in the sky. His long sharpened fingers reached down and he would swipe at the earth, ripping it asunder. Darkness of shadows swirled and moved, and smaller mimicries of his yellow orbs appeared.

Saga glanced around, stunned. What was this?

"EVE!" She called out to the little white robot, wondering where she'd gone too. Was she okay?

Saga's eyes searched long and far as her dark azure hair whipped like a tidal wave around her lithe, strong form. She clenched her fists as Heartless began to spring about, bouncing and bobbing but always growing closer. Saga clenched her teeth together and made her jaw flex as her cerulean brows knit angrily. She drew from her belt two matching black and blue karambit knives. Their curved blades stuck out from the outsides of her hands and were ready to rip into the darkness. As one jumped at her, she dodged quickly to the side and swiped at it, cutting through it easily. It was defeated- she was sure of this.

Saga turned on her heel and turned to face it, her long coat billowing in black and silver behind her as she locked her gaze upon the little monster. It had landed and turned to face her, antennae twitching as the slash in its form simply rejuvenated in darkness. Could it not be defeated? Saga felt, for the first time in a very long time, stunned. They were now surrounding her, having grown so numerous so fast that she felt overwhelmed. She clicked her fists together at the handles of her karambit knives and frost began to swirl in the air around her right hand. She jutted her hand out towards a cluster of the Heartless and when her hand opened, revealing the handle of the knife and her thumb hooked through its base, a blast of frozen torture shot forward. Ice formed on the ground below the spell's direction and several of the Heartless began to stiffen up as frost wrapped over them like black ice.

"Heh." Saga felt like she'd found her one-up over the little monsters, until she saw a massive shadow spill over the ground. She looked overhead and fear sank in her heart. She clutched her karambit knives close, but what good would it do? The massive monster was looming over her, and when she tried to turn to run, her feet were stuck. From the sky, her eyes fell now to the floor. Darkness was tangled up her ankles and legs, creeping higher to her waist and swirling around her hips. It consumed her skirt and belt and was tugging at her jacket. She began to struggle but the ground seemed to sink, pulling her into the puddle.

"What... What's going on?!" She looked around. When she searched upwards once more, her quicksilver eyes met the opposing golden orbs of the monster, and she fell into the ichor of the darkness below. The world went black...
Where are you taking me? ...
... Well, don't just sit there and ignore me. Answer me!

The strangest dream had come and gone and she could barely remember it. But her eyes fluttered and she leaned up. Saga was laid against a light-post in a back alley of a strange warm-colored town. It felt warmer in temperature too. Humble yellow lights poured down and amongst the autumn coloring of this strange new world, were often star-shaped designs and windows. Plenty of little shops and inns were up ahead and she would find herself too sore to just jump up and start searching.

Warily she slipped her legs out and leaned onto her knees. Her fingers revealed at the end of her fingerless gloves clutched the lamp post and she pulled herself up. Her fingers then went to her hood and drew it up before she readied to hook her karambit knives to her belt. But instead she found something else in her hands. Had it been there before? It was a... very big key? She blinked and stared at it. It was getting weirder and weirder, as the key suddenly disappeared and in her chain was a small crown keychain that she attached to her bracelet.

"Well then..." Saga said uncomfortably, peeking around. "I wonder if EVE is here..."
Firefighter, police officer, paramedic.

That basically is it. Lol
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