Irell Starling

The Fourth Blight {Irell Starling x Reaper}

I hope you're not trying to kill of your character. :P

Restraint (my Lalia & Starling)

Louisa Essair

"Technology, like injustice, never sleeps."

Age: 21
Gender: Female
Orientation: Strait
Alignment: Neutral Good

Personality: Louisa is smart and inquisitive, although she knows when she shouldn’t ask questions. She is quick to laugh, quick to learn, and quick to love.

Occupation: Technician for Office of Security

Biography: Louisa was the only child of lower-middle class family. Even as a child, she dreamed of being successful and being able to move out of the slums. Louisa studied hard in school and passed some of the more rigorous placement tests. After thorough background checks and intensive psychological evaluations, Louisa was placed as a technician for Restraint’s Office of Security. Her main job is to make sure the equipment used to monitor civilians is up and running 24/7. At first she was lead believed that all the surveillance was to keep the citizens of Restraint safe, but lately she’s not sure. After all, if the purpose of this technology is to help people, why is it used as an excuse to kill them?

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Name: Enrick Valdea


Picture by: les-akenes
"Somethings in life you don't just 'get over'."

Age: 25
Gender: Male
Orientation: Unknown
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Personality: Enrick is sweet if not a little bitter with life. Despite his low placement scores, he isn’t stupid and is often called upon to courier messages for the Resistance.

Occupation: Hotdog Vendor/ Courier for the Resistance

Biography: Enrick only has the barest memories of his parents but he does remember that day the police arrived and took them away. Between the ages of five and eighteen he lived in the Holding Home with other middle-class orphaned children. On his eighteen birthday he was packed up and kicked out into the streets. Due to his low placement scores, Enrick’s only employment opportunity was selling hotdogs to the business lunch crowd. Two years ago he became involved with the Resistance.

Restraint (my Lalia & Starling)

Characters:

Louisa Essair

Enrick Valdea

Important Background Information:

Restraint (MST3K 4ever & Starling)

I look down at my watch and take note of the time- five more minutes to enjoy my coffee in relative peace before I have to head into the lab. Fleetingly I think of Charles and how I should have checked on him since I didn’t hear the bathroom shower running as I headed out the door. These thoughts have the tiniest bit of guilt and embarrassment mixed in them, similar to the small chunks of artificial sugar still floating at the top of my coffee. No matter how I try, they won’t go away. It wasn’t entirely my fault that I didn’t feel inclined to interact with him, it was simply that ever since the morning of the bombing, he’d begun activity avoiding me.

”So, any neeews yet?”

Someone bumped into my elbow and I just managed to avoid having my coffee spilled all over my pristine lab coat. I looked over to see it the small, plump frame of Sally Enright, her large green eyes focused on me.

”News?” I said, my mind still preoccupied by my roommate who was, more than likely, still sound asleep.

”About the designation?” Sally prompted.

I often found myself wondering what exactly Sally’s job was. Since we (thankfully) didn’t work in my lab, I had little interaction with her outside of the break room. Unlike the rest of the staff, she never seemed to be worried or stressed or under any pressure at all. I would have chalked it up to personality except for the fact that she was perpetually asking people about their jobs or their life to such a degree that it was almost like she had nothing better to do for her time. The part of my brain I tried not to listen to- the logical part- told me that the only explanation was that Sally was some sort of spy whose job was to keep tabs on scientists.

”No news about my husband-to-be just yet,” I said and tried to force a smile, ”I...uh… have to run. I’ll see you around.”

Throwing the empty paper cup of coffee away in the trashcan, I head down the hall and press my watch against the sensor at my lab’s door. An acrid smell of dying flowers and animal litter wafted past as I step inside.

Walking to my computer, I turn it on and check out the most recent data from the reports. My eyes scan past numbers and calculations when I feel breath on my neck. I don’t have to turn around to know it’s my supervisor, Dr. Lark.

“Any luck?” He asked, his voice sounding cool and indifferent although I know otherwise.

”Not yet. It’s hard to get the right balance. Too little and the drug has no effect. Too much and the subjects lose their appetite and become sleep deprived.” My fingernails click against the glass of one of the nearby rat cages, emphasizing my point.

”More productive people who eat less might not be such a bad thing,” Lark suggests but I know- or hope- he’s making a joke so I ignore the comment.

”It’s also affecting the subject’s memory and ability to learn new things.” I continue on, ”Plus it’s rather addictive.”

Restraint (MST3K 4ever & Starling)

Very nice.

I "made" these user bars for you to use if you so choose.


http://i1065.photobucket.com/albums/u392/zapkiiten/24031474339pm_48209_zps5de5b1a0.png -Wallace


http://i1065.photobucket.com/albums/u392/zapkiiten/24031474415pm_48209_zps81e560a8.png -Ellen

Restraint (MST3K 4ever & Starling)

Everything looks fine. :) I'm interested to see how they interact.

Restraint (MST3K 4ever & Starling)

I knew there was a problem when I woke up. I was too well rested like I’d somehow managed to sleep the entire night. Guilt and unanswered questions had made sure I hadn’t been able to sleep well in days.

It all started when I found Dickens’s Great Expectations on the ‘Reshelf’ cart. A small recipe sub was wedged between pages 104 and 105, evidence that the previous author had given up reading prematurely (and seeing as it was Dickens, I couldn’t blame them). One side of the paper was completely beguine, showing the owner had purchased a coffee from one of the many street vendors a few weeks back. Flipping it over I found the words “31760095E Main” scrawled in red pen. It didn’t make much sense at the time but I pocketed the slip of paper. Either because I got too busy or simply forgot, the receipt remained unnoticed on my nightstand- until Nym started pounding on my door one morning.

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It wasn’t like her at all. Nym, with her dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and slender, long legs, was polite if not a little aloof. This morning, however, she completely discarded our unvoiced agreement to avoid each other as much as possible in our 600 sqf apartment. Dressing quickly, I headed out into the living room. The news was playing on our small TV screen. Black smoke billowed out of a large, six-story office building. The words “Explosion wipes out power over several blocks” ticked across the top in bright red. My first panicked thoughts where about my parents and coworkers.

“Where was it?” I demanded.
“95th East Main.”
Good. I didn’t know anyone who lived around that area of the city. Something began to niggle in the back of my brain.
”They say it happened at 6 o’clock on the dot,” Nym said without me asking. We continued to watch the coverage together in silence for a while. Then the niggling started again.
”What’s todays date?” I asked.
Her sigh told me she was quickly getting tired of my company and regretting waking me up in the first place. ”It’s the seventeenth.” There must have been something about the look on my face because she quickly added, ”Why?”
Without answering, I sprinted back to my room and flipped the receipt over to reveal the red writing again. ”31760095E Main.” The slight dread that had played across by brain bloomed into full out panic. ”March 17, 6:00, 95 East Main.”

Nearly knocking Nym out of the way, I bolted into the shared bathroom and locked to door. I tore the slip of paper into pieces and set them on fire using a nearby lighter. Still feeling unsatisfied, I flushed the ashes down the toilet. Only after pushing the button did I realize my mistake. My initial worry had been that this piece of paper could link me to the bombing, albeit accidentally. However, in destroying the paper I was, in fact, an acting accomplice. I tried to assure myself that no one knew about my crime but the thought was less than comforting.

Later, I tried to look up who was the last person to check that book out. The answer was Mildred Backer, a woman of 23 who has been deceased for over ten years.

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I open my eyes and roll over to glance over at the now empty spot of the nightstand. Next to it, my alarm clock flashes 1200 in red, evidence that some electrical surge knocked it out. Groaning I roll out of bed, strip out of my grey regulation pajamas, shower, and don my navy regulation work uniform complete with a navy polo shirt and navy slacks. Some people complain about the color but I figure its yards better than street worker orange or cab driver yellow or landscaper green. Only a few of us get a more flexible clothing uniform- the scientists, the businessmen- something about boosting productivity. I suppose no one cares about productive librarians.

Restraint (MST3K 4ever & Starling)

”I try not to think about what I'm doing. Thinking is how people get killed.”

Name: Nym Yurigei
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Orientation: Unknown
Alignment: Neutral Neutral

Personality: Nym is a focused person and a hard worker although that doesn’t mean however that’s she’s happy about her job. Nym is social and often hangs out with her grade school click after a hard day of work. Her hobbies include baking and board games.

Occupation: Lab Assistant

Biography: Nym grew up in an elite family known for breeding some of the most capable but loyal citizens in the city. When she was younger, her older brother went missing and the family’s reputation suffered somewhat. After completing school, Nym was tested and was placed in the position of lab assistant under Dr. Williams. She personally hates what her job forces her to do including formulating a drug that causes apathy often given to people whom the government deems a threat but still wants to use for hard labor. Under the current city housing crunch she rooms with Charles. Nym expects to be moving out pretty soon once the city designates her husband.

Restraint (MST3K 4ever & Starling)

”I knew there was a problem with me the day I looked at the sky beyond the walls. That day my life was over.”

Name: Charles Plygard
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Orientation: Strait
Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Personality: Charles would love it if the world simply ignored him and left him alone. He is solitary by nature and doesn’t use any more words than necessarily. Nevertheless, he is kindhearted if not easily intimidated.

Occupation: Head Librarian

Biography: Charles grew up as an only child in a middle class family. His parents were never particularly close with him or each other. Although both are still alive, they rarely even see each other except for in passing. Charles spends most of his time at the library even when he’s not at work and loves to pour over the fiction section. A week ago an incident happened that changed his outlook on life. While reading through one of the books he borrowed from the library, he discovered a slip of paper describing yesterday’s power outage which sank a quarter of the city into darkness for a few hours.

Restraint (MST3K 4ever & Starling)

Characters:

Charles Plygard

Nym Yurigei

Martin Wallace

Ellen Westlake