cerozer0

Young Justice 2021

Hello hello

Back from the awful haitus. Sorry for just vanishing one day, but life literally slapped me in the face. If you guys need another character/if owlet isn't dead (haven't had time to read through stuff) I'm totally up for rejoining. If not, well, it's good to see you guys still trucking along. (:

Three Player Private RP

I was gonna say that the second one interests me greatly, but it seems I was a bit too late.

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

'Lou? How stupid.'

"A-Ah, right. Nice meeting you. I suppose we'll all be called down to the med bay eventual-" She froze as the intercom came on and off, ordering many of the freelancers to the infirmary. Seemed like her time was coming up swiftly. Louisiana rose her hand in a silent farewell before brushing passed the larger man, towards the med bay, just as her name buzzed through the intercom. Her armor moved stiffly as she rose her head high, walking passed many white-suited workers until she was met with the crowded med-bay. Hands ushered her into a sudden enclosed area, and a pen and paper was shoved into her hands, which she attempted to read slowly, to take in whatever they were about to do to her, but was rushed by pleading, tired eyes and excited whispers. She eventually just signed her name and sat back in the chair they had offered to her.

"Miss Chris Valentine, please." Louisiana felt her eyebrows furrow once her name was mentioned, they rose curiously when a cup of pills and a cup of water was pushed up into her vision. She glared down at the cups, taking both very carefully, and after a moment of mental preparing she downed both and allowed her body to relax. The chatter of the nurses began to simmer down, a door was shut, and Lou began to fade in and out of consciousnesses. Her gray eyes sweltered with worry, staring up at the florescent-bulbed ceiling, just before she felt nothing at all.

It was dark, too dark. Chris Valentine hated the dark. She hated not being able to see anything. She hated not being able to trust anyone, anything. She hated plenty of things. In that darkness, with her head feeling like mush and her mouth unable to form coherent sounds, she though about all the things she hated. Each sentence within her brain swirled lazy, making anagrams while her brain whirred heavily. There was a sudden, sharp pain, and a buzz in her ear, and then a light. Pale yellow, and off in the distance, if she cared enough to reach for it she would have, but Chris Valentine was much too tired and scared. Instead of moving, she faded again, back into the scary, scary darkness.

Louisiana slowly opened her eyes to see the familiar white ceiling of her room. Her head was buzzing and aching, while her body was currently sweating up a storm within her armor. Her helmet, which had been taken away before the surgery, was placed delicately at her bed side table. She slowly sat up, gripping her head, when suddenly words filled her mind. Not her own words, but short, cheery, mechanical words.

"Hel-lo. My nam-e is Zeta!"

Lou felt her eyes widen, and then a sudden yellow figure appeared in front of her. No bigger then a cup, and looking forward with the mannerisms of a child, Louisiana felt her mouth open slowly and then close. Was this an AI? It's so... Tiny. Zeta cocked it's head slightly, tittering voice forming short, soft giggles as it once again repeated its greeting. Lou watched it with an intense interest, then she slowly let her back lead against the wall behind her bed, gray eyes tired, annoyed, and uncomfortable.

"Hello, Zeta. I'm Louisiana. Are you an AI?"

"Y-es! I am Ze-ta! I am your AI! I'l-l always he-lp you when you nee-d it!"

Louisiana rose a hand to her her temple, rubbing the flesh gently,

"Alright, so do you, uhm, have any rules?" The AI vanished from standing right in front of Lou's face to on her shoulder, sitting down with a loud sigh, nodding as they began to explain their general protocol. Lou listened intently, grimacing every so often as she attempted to get used to the whispers in her brain, and the idea of this thing constantly looking in on whatever she is doing. Eventually, the conversation became a bit more interesting, as Zeta mentioned her new armor ability.

"Holograms? Sound... Fun." Lou smirked slightly, gray eyes gleaming with inspiration, but it faded as a sudden pang filled her mind. She clenched her teeth, then turned and shoved her face deep into her pillow. A concerned sound from Zeta made the headache worse, and after Louisiana let out a soft cry, they both stopped talking, and silence filled her head and room.

'How the hell... Am I gonna deal with this...' She thought, eyes slammed shut. Might as well just sleep for the rest of the day, recover. Lou had no taste for anyone right now after all.

Performers Peril (>always open<)

Anya is finished. Pleas e ignore that horrid backstory it's like 7 am here and I'm using this dumb smartphone

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Louisiana slowly lowered her glare as Montana began discussing his reasons for approaching her. Sure, following her was unneeded, but he didn't seem to have any ill wills in mind. A conversation was a perfectly human thing to look for, though if that was really true then Louisiana couldn't really be that human in the end. Finally, her stormy eyes closed and then opened, revealing a much calmer gray as she rose a hand to fix the back of her hair,

"Er, yeah, I suppose it's best to stay on the Director's good side." She spoke with a slight hesitance, eyes focusing on Montana's feet, "being on his good side probably means being higher up on that leader board." Louisiana smirked slightly at the idea of a ranking system, finding the competition fun,

"A big guy like you would easily be near the top. You look pretty strong." She noted, eyeing him up and down quickly. Sparring with him wouldn't be very fun, but she could already begin to notice some weak points in that huge body of his. Louisiana sighed absentmindedly, staring directly up at Montana's helmet before glancing away again. She was currently trying to wrap her mind around the idea of "trust", while at the same time trying to ride her head the slowly worsening headache.

'Just hold out a bit longer. Talking isn't so bad...

"By the way, my code name is uh," she wet her dry lips, cracking a forced smile, "Louisiana, Agent Louisiana."

Performers Peril (>always open<)

Anya

Name:
Anastasia "Anya" Vakhrov
Age:
21
Appearance:
Anya is, in short, as white as white can be. Due to her albinism, she had been born into the world with pure white hair and skin, while her eyes are a pale blue-violet. She is rather short, standing at about 5'4, and has a curvy figure. Her hair is snow white and reaches down to her mid-back, and it is normally tied back into a low ponytail. With her round face, gentle features, and sweet smile, Anya has a unique appearance that she easily uses to her advantage. When not on stage, singing her heart out, she normally wears very regular, comfy clothes. Her body is very weak compared to others, and she is prone to illness and injury if she over exerts herself.
Role(s) in Show:
Singer

Years Performing with Cirkus Azyl:
Second Week

Personality:
Despite having a rather soft and sweet appearance, Anya is surprisingly fiery and rude. Though she can be rather nice to friends and family, when around strangers she is awfully bratty and rude. Her tongue is her greatest weapon, crafting thousands of insults in many languages in a matter of seconds, and though she knows she shouldn't be so mean to others she just can't help it. Despite her harshness, Anya can be kind, often giving advice to closer friends and helping anyone in need. She has a fondness towards children and animals, and is very interested in all things musical and beautiful.

Her ability to lie and play a helpless, weak damsel has gotten her far through life after running away from home. She has a skill for swindling men with promised of beer and affection, for only a few coins. Of course she never follows through with her promises, and always runs before she could get caught. Her arrogant, spoiled nature can barely show through when she is in one of her acting moods. When not around people she can trick or friends she is quiet, often humming odd tunes under her breath while glancing about worriedly.

Eccentricity:
As shown through her extremely light skin, Anya has Albinism, which makes her sensitive to light. Because of her condition she is rarely seen without sunglasses or a hat when outdoors, and after big shows she is often stuck in bed with massive headaches and dizzy spells. Other then that, she has a very thick Russian accent, drinks way too much, is neurotic, and is surprisingly very childish despite her age.

Professional and Personal Background:
"A fairy, your family has been cursed by a fairy!"

When Anastasia was born into the Vakhrov family, that was the first thing the nurse exclaimed. Unlike other daughters, who's skin were pink and hair dark, Anya was as pale as can be. Like some kind of strange animal, she was as white as snow and quiet, merely glancing about the room quizzically. Her parents were disgusted by her at first, always withholding her from the world to save them from ridicule, but soon rumor spread throughout their small, cold town. People began to peep into the supposed prison of a fairy child, and over and over again her father would chase them away. This continued for many years.

By the time she was twelve, she was under care of a nanny. A woman who, unlike her parents, spoiled her with toys and candy and knowledge. Of course, the nanny had an interest in Anya, and by Anya she meant her voice. That beautiful singing voice which echoed through the normally empty house with the sorrow of a song bird. That voice could be worth a pretty penny. The idea of selling that voice was obviously the first thing on that nanny's mind, but before she could do anything the family was gone. Flew off to England. They had grown tired of the rumors, and decided that the cold of Russia and folklore of their disgusting daughter was too much.

Anya, still kept locked within a new house, sang everyday. Sang till her heart gave out, and her parents had begun to appreciate the voice, often offering to take her out some times as payment for her constant hymns and melodies, and she decided "why not?" After so many years. And in the middle of a crowded street at the mere age of seventeen, eyes hidden by glasses and hair by a hat, she ran. Never looked back, she ran for four years, living off open mics and street corners and sex-crazed men, until she came across the Circus. And, of course, the rest is history.

Professional Skills:

Singing: Anya's vocal range is superb, going from a high soprano to a low alto in only a few measures.

Language: Anya can speak Russian, French, Italian, Spanish, and English (with some difficulty). She was taught by both her nanny and whatever books she had brought to America.

Acting: Anya is a skilled actress thanks to her many years of reading and performing dramas and musicals within her room. This skill had obviously made her a gifted liar.

Living Arrangement:
Anya lives in one of the apartments within the Circus building. Her room is fitted with any pieces of art, a few wind instruments, and an array of purple items and books. Due to her past, though, she rarely hangs around inside, and can most often be found on the roof.

Performers Peril

D-Double Post

Performers Peril

Very interested if still open

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Oooh I expected this combo. Is the AI's voice and personality dependent on player (unless they have a canon one from the show)?

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Had she done well, did she succeed, did she mess up? Louisiana walked briskly through the halls, black clouds filling her vision as she became more and more anxious over the coming results. Her blue helmet hung limply in her right hand, hanging just from the tips of her fingers, and the rest of her armor clunked and shook with each stomp she took across the metal floor. Countless white suited worked caught sight of her face and quickly moved out of her way, murmuring once they thought she was just out of sight.

’Don’t are, don’t care. Dammit, I need a drink, or a smoke, or a nap. Dammit, dammit…’ Louisiana sighed loudly then, running her free hand through her slicked down hair, allowing a few strands to free themselves from the mound of pale yellow. A nap would be best, and… She had been so close. So very close to the closed door of her room that would have been a nice, calming experience after such a sloppy training session, but eyes had caught her just as she was about to enter the final hall. At first, her mind wondered if she should simply keep on moving and ignore the eyes, but as she followed through with that plan she realized the person simply follow, like a puppy. Or stalker. Eventually, Louisiana turned, gray eyes narrowed venomously as she glared up at the hulking Freelancer. Of course, his size had caught her off guard momentarily, as he was a simple skyscraper compared to her, but she didn’t allow her face to show such a weak emotion.

“What,” she hissed, hand quickly brushing a strand of pale hair away from her eyes as she took another step closer to the tall recruit, “do you want?” Louisiana glared for a moment longer, then blinked, quickly recalling see this huge guy on the battle field moments ago. He was a fucking tank, obviously, shown by his height, but she vaguely remembered him just ramming into a huge hoard of the machines. Perhaps challenging someone like him wasn’t a good idea with the state of her head and shoulder at that second, but right now she was too nervous and angry to care much. Just goes to show, agitation wouldn’t get her very far in a fight which may require wit and energy.