lydyn
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STATUS: I just realized my name is uncaptialized from before we moved. Apparently instead of being an important person, I am now just a random NPC... *sad panda* 11 yrs ago
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I just realized my name is uncaptialized from before we moved. Apparently instead of being an important person, I am now just a random NPC... *sad panda*
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11 yrs ago
I should clarify my previous status - my 1x1 interest check has new fancy graphics. :p
11 yrs ago
Updated my interest check with new fancy graphics~ <3
11 yrs ago
Been a while, but let's see what trouble I can stir up on RP Guild. ^.^
Bio
"Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead." -Oscar Wilde
Onwards to a new bio!~
So, the types of role-plays I enjoy most? Romance first, adventure second and if you can mix the two together - you're my hero, forevers. I also love fantasy, enjoy sci-fi, interested in steampunk, and can usually find my way around 'slice of life' types.
About me? Very, very simple ... and pay attention; I am a lesbian, girly-girl, nerdy gamer. However you feel about that, that's who and what I am. So in turn, my personas (or characters) are also lesbians, more feminine / submissive, and if in modern or sci-fi RPs, usually a gamer of some sort. \(^.^)/ Also, I love and adores kittes. <3 So sometimes I like to play cat girls, but worry not for I consider myself someone who skirts around causal to advanced. Character development is my world, yo.
Also you might hear me talk about my wife from time to time, but I'm also polyamorous, so there's that as well. In short I don't judge and I'm open to friendly chats, RP offers (if I have room) and otherwise any other questions or comments. <3
RP Guild Family
• Wholockgal - My wife! Who is a huge Dr. Who & Sherlock fangirl.
• Nallore - Invited me to an awesome RP and became my friend. <3 (Always asks me what I want to talk about. xD)
• Caits - My unofficial sister. She doesn't know yet, unless she reads this. =3
• Soufflegirl123 - Lover of Dr. Who and always says hi to me whenever I join chat. ^.^
Most Recent Posts
Yeah, it says she appeared in the United Nations ... just like Cyrus directed her, lol.
9:39 A.M.
Unknown Cave
"Don't delay." The mysterious stranger turned away, her screens returning to normal. She had all but frozen with the vial in hand as she stared towards Cyrus, a brilliant hacker that had caught her attention before, listening and taking all the information given. Had she viewed the man as a threat, she could've attempted using her aptitude to try and follow his trail into the depths of the net, but if anything he seemed reasonable in his attempt to garner her aid. Had it not been for his convenient arrival, Eidiya may have strayed from the whole situation, but now she was too curious on whether the man's promise was true or not - not that she cared too much if she was protected. After all, with her unique combination, she was confident not even Citrine would be able to catch her unless Eidiya wished it.
Sliding the vial onto the desk, she plopped her feet against the metal platform and shifted from her seat, her eyes scanning over the equipment and various tools and gadgets she had been able to replicate and make herself over the years. Most would have to stay and she felt at ease knowing how secure the area was, with the door having been sealed for at least a year. Sorting through her belongings, she finally assembled a bag that held things such as small stun discs, throwing knives, and couple variations of handguns. She thought of grabbing her portable device that allowed her access to remote systems, but figured it best to leave it off the grid, just incase this madman really did have the power of controlling technology. That was the thing, after all... she knew all the operatives, their strengths, weaknesses, physical limits, abilities, but she had never met this Laraxis. As soon as she had time to scan his body, sure, but right now was no time to take risks.
It would have to take a few jumps ... but she would arrive in New York within only a couple minutes... she needed to be ready for potential gunfire. Maybe she'd catch them with enough surprise to scan their weak spots. Even if she was a 'super terrorist,' a bullet in her skull would prove a most unfortunate end. And with that thought, she blinked from view in a sharp snap of sound.
United Nations, New York City
9:42 A.M.
Since the threat of the operatives, every government building was being guarded with increased security. In this case not only security guards and the NYPD, but also a few agents from the FBI, since the United Nations stood for such a high goal and diplomatic location. So when the small pop of air building a vacuum was replaced by a woman in a streampunk-like outfit, the alarm was raised rather quickly. Not so fast as to stop her scanning though and within ten seconds, people had been put on edge with hands on their guns. She put her hand up, as if to stop them, and whether it was this notion or the fact that they had already been given orders not to shoot, they did not draw their weapons on her - just yet.
The man to her right had a wrist injury, slowing his hand draw by 0.3 seconds, the man on the left end with a knee reconstruction, causing a 1.3% drop in accuracy due to distance.. it made it far easier for her to move out of harm's way. Normal people wouldn't notice these things and even if they did, could not use them to an advantage, but Eidiya could calculate it all - it followed a logic pattern. "I'm not here for a fight," she stated plainly and looked around the room. Strange, she thought, to have felt like some superhero now trying to address the rest of the world. It was strange, but she handled it well, actually presenting herself in a confident, believable manner. "A man asked for my assistance... Cyrus... I don't think any of us are too happy about our masked terrorist on screen." Honestly, she didn't want to fight.
Unknown Cave
"Don't delay." The mysterious stranger turned away, her screens returning to normal. She had all but frozen with the vial in hand as she stared towards Cyrus, a brilliant hacker that had caught her attention before, listening and taking all the information given. Had she viewed the man as a threat, she could've attempted using her aptitude to try and follow his trail into the depths of the net, but if anything he seemed reasonable in his attempt to garner her aid. Had it not been for his convenient arrival, Eidiya may have strayed from the whole situation, but now she was too curious on whether the man's promise was true or not - not that she cared too much if she was protected. After all, with her unique combination, she was confident not even Citrine would be able to catch her unless Eidiya wished it.
Sliding the vial onto the desk, she plopped her feet against the metal platform and shifted from her seat, her eyes scanning over the equipment and various tools and gadgets she had been able to replicate and make herself over the years. Most would have to stay and she felt at ease knowing how secure the area was, with the door having been sealed for at least a year. Sorting through her belongings, she finally assembled a bag that held things such as small stun discs, throwing knives, and couple variations of handguns. She thought of grabbing her portable device that allowed her access to remote systems, but figured it best to leave it off the grid, just incase this madman really did have the power of controlling technology. That was the thing, after all... she knew all the operatives, their strengths, weaknesses, physical limits, abilities, but she had never met this Laraxis. As soon as she had time to scan his body, sure, but right now was no time to take risks.
It would have to take a few jumps ... but she would arrive in New York within only a couple minutes... she needed to be ready for potential gunfire. Maybe she'd catch them with enough surprise to scan their weak spots. Even if she was a 'super terrorist,' a bullet in her skull would prove a most unfortunate end. And with that thought, she blinked from view in a sharp snap of sound.
United Nations, New York City
9:42 A.M.
Since the threat of the operatives, every government building was being guarded with increased security. In this case not only security guards and the NYPD, but also a few agents from the FBI, since the United Nations stood for such a high goal and diplomatic location. So when the small pop of air building a vacuum was replaced by a woman in a streampunk-like outfit, the alarm was raised rather quickly. Not so fast as to stop her scanning though and within ten seconds, people had been put on edge with hands on their guns. She put her hand up, as if to stop them, and whether it was this notion or the fact that they had already been given orders not to shoot, they did not draw their weapons on her - just yet.
The man to her right had a wrist injury, slowing his hand draw by 0.3 seconds, the man on the left end with a knee reconstruction, causing a 1.3% drop in accuracy due to distance.. it made it far easier for her to move out of harm's way. Normal people wouldn't notice these things and even if they did, could not use them to an advantage, but Eidiya could calculate it all - it followed a logic pattern. "I'm not here for a fight," she stated plainly and looked around the room. Strange, she thought, to have felt like some superhero now trying to address the rest of the world. It was strange, but she handled it well, actually presenting herself in a confident, believable manner. "A man asked for my assistance... Cyrus... I don't think any of us are too happy about our masked terrorist on screen." Honestly, she didn't want to fight.
9:37 A.M.
Unknown Cave
It was a haphazard mess of scrap metal and frames, of monitors in the dark, and the hum of hydroelectric generators paired with the never-ending stream of water that echoed inside the cave. One would almost compare it to an adult treehouse that was forced to be made underground if not for information that flicked on the screens of the multiple computers. It flashed information of various federal organizations such as the FBI and it's agents as equally as several crime lords spread throughout Detroit. Spread across the desk were notes, papers, photos, and maps along with one or two cans of soda, pencils and pens scattered at various distances from the main keyboard.
Suddenly, as if something had created a vacuum in the air, a woman appeared within the blink of an eye. Her raven black hair was free this night as she adjusted her fingerless gloves and the leather pouched belt at her waist, holding up black tights. Her torso adorned with a navy skin-tight shirt and a blue jean-jacket making her look akin to some sort of cross between super hero and steampunk fantasy warrior - the short sword strapped to her back did nothing to stop this imagery. Her blue eyes scanned and adjusted to the oddly lit cave before walking over causally to a computer chair and sliding into it's embrace. With a flick of her wrist and press of a finger, the nearby T.V. popped to life, already adjusted to the news.
It just so happened that she had arrived just in time to see the theatrical entrance of the masked man who held the all too familiar device within his grasp. Torn between a smirk and a scowl, the woman known as Eidyia finally settled on narrowing her eyes in thoughtful attendance. "Hello... Operatives. I have something for you." Malice dripped from his tongue. "This is being broadcast on all channels US-wide, I want the whole world to witness their greatest, most stupid fear. You, my dear Operatives. They hate you, fear you, spit upon the ground you walk!"
He made a dramatic flourish with his hand. "I don't. In fact, we're friends already, and I'll tell you why. This device I have, I'm sure you're familiar with its original. I believe they called it the Kill Switch Protocol." The man dared to press a button and all the 'Librarian' could do was sigh. Either one of two things happened - he hit the switch for someone else and they instantly died or he tried to off her... to which he'd be disappointed. Of course, he could've hit the switch to Hannibal, but if this man knew anything about the Operatives, him choosing Hannibal would've been an effort at bluffing them all out into the square. Honestly, he'd probably succeed.
"You see, your life is in my hands. A man just died to be an example for all of you. Now, here's what's going to happen. You're going to be in New York tomorrow, Manhattan square. I'll have people who will contact you when the time is right. You could consider this a... Forced business proposal, almost. You could be great, my dear. Enough of this hiding in fear, you're better then the cage society confines you in."
He put a finger on his masked chin, appearing thoughtful. But he shook his head. "Mmm, nah. We'll talk more later. And, for your sake, I do hope you consider." He seemed to smile behind the thinly veiled threat. The screen abruptly blacked out, then resumed normal programs, but she wasted no time in simply pressing the power button on the remote before leaning back in her chair.
This was something she was torn between, in more ways than one. She had began a life that most of the others would've never even considered and sometimes Eidyia even wondered what the point of that was - trying to fight all the evil in the world. Besides the questions of whether it was possible, worth the effort, and so on, she now faced the dilemma of several factors. She wanted to play guardian to this new potential threat, feeling a sympathy for those still under the weight of that tiny red button and yet would it be more advantageous to let the arrogant son of bitch think she was dead and strike at her own time? Of course, were they worth saving? They all had their demons, there was no doubt about that - every single of them had killed people, stolen, lied, and manipulated according to Obsidian. Many, she dared say, now enjoyed that sort of life ...
Letting out a small huff in mild defeat, she propped her feet onto the desk and folded her arms, not daring to move. No, her presence in the square, whether she wanted to avoid the conflict all together or play the little hero in the corner, was better served if the acting fool thought she was dead. Let him hit the button and then she'd take a few to figure if she'd bother or not. She shifted over a bit and grabbed a vial of dulled red liquid and looked inside. A left over sample of the nano-bots that threatened to kill them all, once.
Unknown Cave
It was a haphazard mess of scrap metal and frames, of monitors in the dark, and the hum of hydroelectric generators paired with the never-ending stream of water that echoed inside the cave. One would almost compare it to an adult treehouse that was forced to be made underground if not for information that flicked on the screens of the multiple computers. It flashed information of various federal organizations such as the FBI and it's agents as equally as several crime lords spread throughout Detroit. Spread across the desk were notes, papers, photos, and maps along with one or two cans of soda, pencils and pens scattered at various distances from the main keyboard.
Suddenly, as if something had created a vacuum in the air, a woman appeared within the blink of an eye. Her raven black hair was free this night as she adjusted her fingerless gloves and the leather pouched belt at her waist, holding up black tights. Her torso adorned with a navy skin-tight shirt and a blue jean-jacket making her look akin to some sort of cross between super hero and steampunk fantasy warrior - the short sword strapped to her back did nothing to stop this imagery. Her blue eyes scanned and adjusted to the oddly lit cave before walking over causally to a computer chair and sliding into it's embrace. With a flick of her wrist and press of a finger, the nearby T.V. popped to life, already adjusted to the news.
It just so happened that she had arrived just in time to see the theatrical entrance of the masked man who held the all too familiar device within his grasp. Torn between a smirk and a scowl, the woman known as Eidyia finally settled on narrowing her eyes in thoughtful attendance. "Hello... Operatives. I have something for you." Malice dripped from his tongue. "This is being broadcast on all channels US-wide, I want the whole world to witness their greatest, most stupid fear. You, my dear Operatives. They hate you, fear you, spit upon the ground you walk!"
He made a dramatic flourish with his hand. "I don't. In fact, we're friends already, and I'll tell you why. This device I have, I'm sure you're familiar with its original. I believe they called it the Kill Switch Protocol." The man dared to press a button and all the 'Librarian' could do was sigh. Either one of two things happened - he hit the switch for someone else and they instantly died or he tried to off her... to which he'd be disappointed. Of course, he could've hit the switch to Hannibal, but if this man knew anything about the Operatives, him choosing Hannibal would've been an effort at bluffing them all out into the square. Honestly, he'd probably succeed.
"You see, your life is in my hands. A man just died to be an example for all of you. Now, here's what's going to happen. You're going to be in New York tomorrow, Manhattan square. I'll have people who will contact you when the time is right. You could consider this a... Forced business proposal, almost. You could be great, my dear. Enough of this hiding in fear, you're better then the cage society confines you in."
He put a finger on his masked chin, appearing thoughtful. But he shook his head. "Mmm, nah. We'll talk more later. And, for your sake, I do hope you consider." He seemed to smile behind the thinly veiled threat. The screen abruptly blacked out, then resumed normal programs, but she wasted no time in simply pressing the power button on the remote before leaning back in her chair.
This was something she was torn between, in more ways than one. She had began a life that most of the others would've never even considered and sometimes Eidyia even wondered what the point of that was - trying to fight all the evil in the world. Besides the questions of whether it was possible, worth the effort, and so on, she now faced the dilemma of several factors. She wanted to play guardian to this new potential threat, feeling a sympathy for those still under the weight of that tiny red button and yet would it be more advantageous to let the arrogant son of bitch think she was dead and strike at her own time? Of course, were they worth saving? They all had their demons, there was no doubt about that - every single of them had killed people, stolen, lied, and manipulated according to Obsidian. Many, she dared say, now enjoyed that sort of life ...
Letting out a small huff in mild defeat, she propped her feet onto the desk and folded her arms, not daring to move. No, her presence in the square, whether she wanted to avoid the conflict all together or play the little hero in the corner, was better served if the acting fool thought she was dead. Let him hit the button and then she'd take a few to figure if she'd bother or not. She shifted over a bit and grabbed a vial of dulled red liquid and looked inside. A left over sample of the nano-bots that threatened to kill them all, once.
Estylwen said
I want to stop leading the story in the next post or so, bear with me. Then things'll get... Unpredictably exciting. >w>Whoever doesn't go to the underground facility gets to meet the opposing side (Laraxis' sworn enemy), you won't be left with nothing to do, haha. XDEdit: Added an 'Important NPC's' section in the opening OOC post, and Laraxis's sheet is exposed for all.
So if that's the case, would it be wise or maybe just a fun idea to have Eidyia not follow everyone else and meet this other fellow? Whatever answer is given will dictate how my post will be written. ^.^ I think we should have at least one other person on the other side just to make things interesting.
Eidiya isn't 100% approved at the moment, so I'm holding off any posts... ^.^
Probably across state, but not across country ... so she might have difficulties teleporting all the way from U.S. to England. :p That's what I imagined anyways. Now in the beginning, no ... and I guess I should've explained this, but while she knew how to use and practice her power, she couldn't push it to the limit like she can now. Think of it like she knows how to use martial arts, but she still needs to train muscle memory in order for it to be used well; Same for her power... so three years ago, that was not the case, but she can teleport that far now.
- and oops, lol. Typo.
- and oops, lol. Typo.
Lydyn, lol...
I like that nickname. I think her codename still fits more with the combination of powers ... but yes, that would also work. ^.^
Something done in private messages Roman, lol ... but the character Shadow is being changed to Eidyia /aɪˈdaɪ.ə/ named after the daughter of Oceanus and Tethys, also known to some as the Goddess of Knowledge. -_^
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