Rusalka

Orean Cause (Closed and redone in a new thread!)

I think she fit perfectly there XD

@Destinyfailhorror17

XD PFFFT!!! You know it!

<Snipped quote by Rusalka> We could use more members tbh

@Fabricant451

O.o How many is there so far?

Orean Cause (Closed and redone in a new thread!)

....hahahahaha....idk why am I laughing XD

@Destinyfailhorror17

Because Becky is just so overly hammy? XD I'm thinking of putting her in the Drama Club.

Orean Cause (Closed and redone in a new thread!)

<Snipped quote by Rusalka> It could be worse. There could be three times as many

@Fabricant451

Errr....true. Anyways I posted! Matthias will be making his appearance later!

Orean Cause (Closed and redone in a new thread!)

\m/ Evelyn - Day one in Hell

If one were to climb the stairs of the Manchester Dorm Hall all the way to the fourth floor and press their ear next to the door labeled 412, they would hear the haunting melody of Slipknot's Gently belting through the thin, misty air while from under the minute crack of the door seeped a miasma of thick, black shadows flowing across the polished tile floors. Now...if they were to open that door, what would they see? They would bare witness to a dorm room already claimed by someone...someone with....odd tastes. The dorm was dark inside, windows blacked out with thick curtains and all the lights shut off, the only visibility given by the few rose red candles that dotted the area and the demure flickering of their tiny flames in a cold, chilling breeze about the room. Upon one of the dressers erected, a shrine of some sort...a ghastly looking statue of some demonic creature with a black, ebony blade lying next to it and a human skull with another candle silently melting and fusing with the heat of the bone. A black tapestry hung over one of the beds, elegantly and forebodingly displaying a silver pentacle amidst the shadowy shroud, along with a few posters, one with men wearing creepy masks, the other of some grisly maniac, and lastly a portrait of some ghastly family, and next to that bed was a sinister instrument, its body...as crimson as the sweet blood dripping from the frail neck of a virgin maiden, plugged into an amplifier left on as its horrid feedback droned along with Corey Taylor's vicious, unrelenting vocals. And who dare defiled this peaceful aura with her shadows and her arcane horrors.....well....that would be the black haired girl passed out on the couch in front of a TV, a controller clutched feverishly in her hands and a headset in her ear with some twelve year old kid bitching her out. Her name...was Evelyn, and before you ask anything about her, no...she's not telling you anything. Evelyn could care less about attending the opening ceremony. It was like she's seen it a billion times, Welcome to Orean yadayadayada....how are you feeling? Like total shit... So instead of reporting to the auditorium like all the other students, she decided to just go ahead and claim her dorm. Luckily, she had a dorm to herself this time. People...never really liked sharing a dorm with her...and vice versa with Evelyn. "Psh! Really? The Drake Sword?" Ev muttered into her headset, an apple sour punch straw precariously dangling from her lip clenched between her teeth. "That's a total n00b weapon. What level are you? Six?! Are you fucking kidding me? You are so getting raped!" Frantically her thumbs flew across the black and red Xbox controller, her concentration only upon the screen, until it read in shimmering gold letters YOU DEFEATED "Hah!! Hellz yeah!" Evelyn pumped a fist in the air with a victorious shout. "You just got your ass kicked by a girl, ya little bitch!" "Whatever whore! Ooh you're soooo hardcore because your gamertag is Lachrymose666. Please, I bet your some emo-skank who wastes her time crying and posting her crap on tumblr." Her sorely defeated opponent's voice chimed back with venom. "Why don't you put down the controller and get da fuck back in the kitchen?" "Yeah yeah. I heard it before. Go suck on your COD, you little twat. Dark Souls is for the True Elite. Oh and does your mommy ever hear the way you talk? Fo-shame!" Now this....was a way to spend her day. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rebecca <3 - The Queen has Arrived! <3

"My apologies, Madame, but it seems we will be arriving late." The pearlescent sheen of the elegant stretch limousine shined amidst the light of the early morning sun cresting over the hills with a gilded shimmer and bathing any and all in its soothing warmth as it rose to signal the beginning of yet another day. The woman, who sat quietly and entranced in thought, her soft, pale cheek resting upon her hand, a few dainty fingers drumming against her skin, she sighed a tad bothersome and batted her eyelashes a few times as the lovely scenery passed her by and the prestigious Orean Cause came into view of her languishing rose colored eyes sparkling. "Madame?" The chauffeur, a man in his mid thirties, wearing the proper attire of a personal driver and escort, glanced into the rearview woman, whispering smoothly yet courteously to gain the woman's attention. "Madame, I said we shall be arriving late. My sincerest apologies for being the cause of your tardiness, my lady." To this the woman merely smirked curling her luscious ruby lips softly and answered with quite the refined giggle of a noblewoman, ~"Oh darling, please! There is no need to punish yourself for a mere mistake. After all...there is such a thing as arriving...fashionably late, is there not Sir Winston?"~ <3 The limo driver, she could see his cheeks redden in the rear-view, his eyes turning away from those of her staring back at him with such a pleasant yet oh so devious expression, as he would expect of his fair lady. Not long, the limousine came to a halt, the driver Winston stepped out first and opened the door for his lady.....and then....into the beaming light of the sun she emerged, robed in such lovely and elegant attire, again fitting more of a princess or a refined, sophisticated young woman, rather than a student of the school. And with yet another charming curl of her lips, she announced to nearly the entire world, ~"Hello my beautiful darlings! Rebecca Selie Valentine has arrived!"~ <3

Orean Cause (Closed and redone in a new thread!)

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH WHY SO MANY POSTS ALREADY!!!!!!

Perfect Crime .Inc

"People lie all the time...even when they tell you the truth."

BASIC INFORMATION Name: Nora Cypher (Not a real name) Nickname/Alias/Etc: Mantis Gender: Female Age: 25 Height: 5'3'' (roughly 160 cm) Weight: 115 lbs (roughly 56 kg) Status: Solo Convictions: -Truancy Violation -Vandalism -Vagrancy -Resisting Arrest -Public Intoxication -Possession of Illegal Narcotics -6 Counts of Assault and Battery and Assault with a Deadly Weapon -Ranked 26 out of the FBI's Most Wanted Cyberterrorists APPEARANCE Hair Color: Originally blonde, dyed black Eye Color: Dark Brown Ethnicity & skin color: Caucasian/German/Pale Physical Appearance:

Taken from her personal hard drive

Attire:

Cyberpunk Couture

PERSONALITY Outward & Innate Personality: Cold, moody, and taciturn, rarely speaks but when she does it's usually something cynical. She doesn't really smile much either. She tends to have a bit of a soft side, and if she ever sees anyone being bullied or picked on, she will personally deck the bastards in the face, also she can be sadistic, especially when she's killing. She is particularly hostile to men who abuse women, and takes special pleasure in exposing and punishing them. Her mental state is hard to fathom, an Achilles' Heel used against her many times by her adversaries. Many of whom have described Cypher as "disturbing", "violent", "insane", "murderous" and "the textbook definition of a psychopath", although she shows little signs of psychopathic behavior. However, while incredibly gifted, she is deeply troubled by past traumas she's suffered during her upbringing, and though antagonistic and violent, she does not appear to lack any sort of conscience. While she may not abide by the laws of today's society, she is structured by her own moral judgments based upon what she feels is right or wrong. Therefore, it is Nora's own belief that she is entirely sane and mentally competent. Hobbies/Interests: She doesn't have time to fiddle with meaningless, trivial things. Mostly she keeps herself locked in her room listening to industrial music and staying glued to her computer, doing God knows what. Skills/Talents: While Nora does have some skill with firearms and is an intermediate in parkour/free-running, where she excels most is when she is behind her keyboard or when she has her hands wrapped around her personally modified iPhone. Nora's hacking skills are extraordinary, as are her intellectual capability and her impressive photographic memory. Give her a few minutes or so and she can break into any network security database and breach any firewall with ease. Her skills are mostly noted for either sabotaging electrical grids run by city maintenance or for gathering cryptic and vital information, whether it be blueprints to specific buildings or access codes to bank vaults and online savings accounts or even personal information she could use to cripple her adversaries. Nora also has some skill in concealing her identity both on and off the network, usually by means of physically altering her appearance, though she isn't much for being out in the field. `Weapon of choice: Walther P99 Prized Possession: A silver cross given to her by her mother on her tenth birthday. To this day, she still wears it despite her new-found agnostic beliefs. Quote(s):

Words to Live By

-"People lie all the time...even when they tell you the truth." -"It's not a woman you need. It's a fucking psychiatrist!" -"To some, they think the internet can't do any harm, but me...I've used it as my personal weapon. I've used it to destroy many powerful men and cripple their foundations into rubble." -"Go ahead, call me a fucking psycho! I'm starting to like it, because in the end, once I've pulled apart all your dirty little secrets, we'll see who's really fucked in the head!" -"Sometimes if you want to destroy evil...evil is needed." -"The mantis always catches her prey, and when she devours them...nothing is left." -"A terrorist in the eyes of one man....is a hero in the eyes of another." -"Chaos is a good thing. Shit needs to be stirred up now and again. It's how life began in the first place, didn't it?"

History/Bio:

A rather...tense meeting...

"You think those things stuck in your face make you look cute?" Nora peered upwards towards the man sitting across from her behind his mahogany desk cluttered with papers, open files, and various office supplies such as a phone, a stapler and a hole punch. Bitter, she narrowed her eyes beneath the shadows of the hood drawn over her jet black hair, a vicious and disinterested scowl towards what this pompous bastard had to say about her appearance, namely the hardware in her eyebrow and her nose, his grim expression neatly mirroring her own. "Because they don't. They make you look scary, like a no good thug. Next meeting, I want you to take those out and put on some bright colors for Jesus' sake. It's no wonder your ability to socialize with others is almost nonexistent. I mean, if I ever saw someone dressed like you, I don't believe I'd want to carry on a conversation, let alone speak a word." Quietly the hacker ducked her head, just so this man couldn't see the flames billowing within her eyes, flames that threatened to spill forth and scald the inhuman prick. She clenched her fists tight in her lap, gritting her teeth in such paroxysm behind her lips. Much to her chagrin, Nora could only remain quiet as the bastard carried on in that damned belittling tone of his, lifting from his desk a few scraps of paper, the text upon the bleached white sheets so small in typeface that even from a few feet or so, Nora could barely read it....oh....but he could, "My....even your track record shows you fail to be sociable. You've been kicked out of three foster homes for disruptive and violent behavior and failed to adapt to the state's public education system, dropping out of school at age 17. You've also been arrested on charges of vagrancy, public disturbance due to intoxication, lashing out towards local law enforcement, and last but not least, smashing a man's face in with a laptop. Well...you certainly don't play nice with others, do you Miss Cypher?" "Why should I?" Blunt, empty and rather cold Nora responded for once to this man. Who was he? His name was Richter Howard, a lawyer who worked for the city. He was also....much to the woman's cringing dismay, her new guardian. So why would a twenty-two year old woman need a legal guardian? Simple, because a few signed and notarized documents withheld by the state proclaim that Nora is legally incompetent, and until she can prove otherwise, she will continue to be in the care of the state's welfare and guardianship program. Richter sighed irritably fixing his glasses upon his wrinkled brow and crooked nose, "Because if you continue this outlandish behavior, then I will keep my control over your financial assets and I will deny your legal competence to the state. Furthermore......if you continue to chide me further, Miss Cypher, then you will leave me no choice but to admit you into an institution." Institution? Nora, just at the mention of such a word, her entire body felt limp, damn near lifeless. Her eyes widened, her palms perspired as a tight, clenching feeling assaulted her throat, making even the mundane task of breathing such an arduous task. No....he wouldn't dare! But....this was Richter....of course he would. He was the mayor.... "Would you like that?" He asked, his face inching closer to Nora's so she could see clearly the seriousness in his dark brown eyes, tinted black by the anger surging through him unto the woman. "Would you like to be locked away forever among people who are far more insane than you are?" Nora lifted her glance towards Richter. Though frightened she was by the aspect of being thrown in an asylum, she didn't let it show in her piercing glare towards her guardian, her lips parting as words of her own followed, "I just came here for my money. That's all, Richter." Richter replied, a rather snarky and insolent grin as if to spit in Nora's face, "And you will have it, but only after you have proved deep down you're not a violent psychopath and a social degenerate. Now, Miss Cyper....I know you. I know well you've had a terrible upbringing, what with your drunk father beating you black and blue, your mother....practically out of touch with reality now, and your sister....well, from what I hear you barely wish to speak to her anymore, but that's no excuse." Back behind his desk he went again, reaching from underneath to pull forth a shot glass and a bottle of Crown. Nora merely observed stone-faced as he poured himself a drink and gulped the shot down before adjusting his tie. "Since we're on the subject of money, how has the job searching been going?" "I work on computers now." Nora answered, a blazing huff of air from her pierced nose. "Oh, a tech job. How nice." Retorted Richter downing another shot. "How much do you make at this computer job of yours?" "That's none of your business." "It is when I'm the one in charge of your financial assets." Nora sighed, "Whatever.....I make enough to get by." "So you do." Rather nonchalant was Richter's reply. "So tell me, why do you need ten thousand dollars if all you do is pay rent for some crummy ass apartment?" "I shouldn't have to tell you!" Growled Nora. "I shouldn't have to beg for my money either. I'm not a child!" "True." Richter returned, "But still you continue to act like one. I will give you an allowance, but not the amount you requested. After you have payed your rent and your utilities, do something productive with the leftover funds, like I don't know, maybe donate to a charity or buy you some nicer clothes and a haircut, and maybe get those fucking piercings out of your face." There was that last hint of venom dripping off his words as fiercely his pen scribbled out his loathsome name in thick blue ink upon a check..... a check for a measly two hundred dollars which begrudgingly he handed to Nora. In a quick snap of her hand, Nora wrenched the check away from Richter, already on her feet and storming towards the door. "I do hope our next meeting goes better, Miss Cypher. Goodbye." "FUCK YOU." and with that Nora slammed the door with all her might, a fearsome thunder echoing through the halls of the legal office, as was the bitter trudging of her boots towards the elevator. Richter......oh how much Nora wanted to see him choke on his own blood.....just like her father.

Family: Father: Klaus Schtaufenhauer - Deceased (Killed by Nora when she was fourteen) Mother: Emilia Schtaufenhauer - Alive (Age 57, In a nursing home in Syracuse, stricken with early dementia) Sister: Camilla Schtaufenhauer - Alive (Age 28, married with two children and living in Richmond, Virginia) Relationships: None at the moment ABILITIES Expertise: Hacking, Cyber-theft, Cyberterrorism Physical condition: Fairly athletic, but not much Mental condition: Considerably sane, despite a few drawbacks Limitations: Mild asthmatic, may suffer attacks due to prolonged physical activity, keeps an inhaler on her at all times. Other: Bisexual, though with more of a tendency towards women, and a vegetarian. Still smokes despite being asthmatic.

Orean Cause (Closed and redone in a new thread!)

Wooo! Dex is back muthafuckas!! \m/>.<\m/ And before I say anything else- *faints before Desy's amazing artwork* *U*

Perfect Crime .Inc

Everyone is accepted so far! On a note@Rusalka, just toss your CS on the character section and you are A-OK!

@InfernoBlaze

Will do....later. I'm on a tablet so I can't copy/paste my cs right now.

Perfect Crime .Inc

Okay! My CS is complete and awaiting inspection! ^.^

Perfect Crime .Inc

"People lie all the time...even when they tell you the truth."

BASIC INFORMATION Name: Nora Cypher (Not a real name) Nickname/Alias/Etc: Mantis Gender: Female Age: 25 Height: 5'3'' (roughly 160 cm) Weight: 115 lbs (roughly 56 kg) Status: Solo Convictions: -Truancy Violation -Vandalism -Vagrancy -Resisting Arrest -Public Intoxication -Possession of Illegal Narcotics -6 Counts of Assault and Battery and Assault with a Deadly Weapon -Ranked 26 out of the FBI's Most Wanted Cyberterrorists APPEARANCE Hair Color: Originally blonde, dyed black Eye Color: Dark Brown Ethnicity & skin color: Caucasian/German/Pale Physical Appearance:

Taken from her personal hard drive

Attire:

Cyberpunk Couture

PERSONALITY Outward & Innate Personality: Cold, moody, and taciturn, rarely speaks but when she does it's usually something cynical. She doesn't really smile much either. She tends to have a bit of a soft side, and if she ever sees anyone being bullied or picked on, she will personally deck the bastards in the face, also she can be sadistic, especially when she's killing. She is particularly hostile to men who abuse women, and takes special pleasure in exposing and punishing them. Her mental state is hard to fathom, an Achilles' Heel used against her many times by her adversaries. Many of whom have described Cypher as "disturbing", "violent", "insane", "murderous" and "the textbook definition of a psychopath", although she shows little signs of psychopathic behavior. However, while incredibly gifted, she is deeply troubled by past traumas she's suffered during her upbringing, and though antagonistic and violent, she does not appear to lack any sort of conscience. While she may not abide by the laws of today's society, she is structured by her own moral judgments based upon what she feels is right or wrong. Therefore, it is Nora's own belief that she is entirely sane and mentally competent. Hobbies/Interests: She doesn't have time to fiddle with meaningless, trivial things. Mostly she keeps herself locked in her room listening to industrial music and staying glued to her computer, doing God knows what. Skills/Talents: While Nora does have some skill with firearms and is an intermediate in parkour/free-running, where she excels most is when she is behind her keyboard or when she has her hands wrapped around her personally modified iPhone. Nora's hacking skills are extraordinary, as are her intellectual capability and her impressive photographic memory. Give her a few minutes or so and she can break into any network security database and breach any firewall with ease. Her skills are mostly noted for either sabotaging electrical grids run by city maintenance or for gathering cryptic and vital information, whether it be blueprints to specific buildings or access codes to bank vaults and online savings accounts or even personal information she could use to cripple her adversaries. Nora also has some skill in concealing her identity both on and off the network, usually by means of physically altering her appearance, though she isn't much for being out in the field. `Weapon of choice: Walther P99 Prized Possession: A silver cross given to her by her mother on her tenth birthday. To this day, she still wears it despite her new-found agnostic beliefs. Quote(s):

Words to Live By

-"People lie all the time...even when they tell you the truth." -"It's not a woman you need. It's a fucking psychiatrist!" -"To some, they think the internet can't do any harm, but me...I've used it as my personal weapon. I've used it to destroy many powerful men and cripple their foundations into rubble." -"Go ahead, call me a fucking psycho! I'm starting to like it, because in the end, once I've pulled apart all your dirty little secrets, we'll see who's really fucked in the head!" -"Sometimes if you want to destroy evil...evil is needed." -"The mantis always catches her prey, and when she devours them...nothing is left." -"A terrorist in the eyes of one man....is a hero in the eyes of another." -"Chaos is a good thing. Shit needs to be stirred up now and again. It's how life began in the first place, didn't it?"

History/Bio:

A rather...tense meeting...

"You think those things stuck in your face make you look cute?" Nora peered upwards towards the man sitting across from her behind his mahogany desk cluttered with papers, open files, and various office supplies such as a phone, a stapler and a hole punch. Bitter, she narrowed her eyes beneath the shadows of the hood drawn over her jet black hair, a vicious and disinterested scowl towards what this pompous bastard had to say about her appearance, namely the hardware in her eyebrow and her nose, his grim expression neatly mirroring her own. "Because they don't. They make you look scary, like a no good thug. Next meeting, I want you to take those out and put on some bright colors for Jesus' sake. It's no wonder your ability to socialize with others is almost nonexistent. I mean, if I ever saw someone dressed like you, I don't believe I'd want to carry on a conversation, let alone speak a word." Quietly the hacker ducked her head, just so this man couldn't see the flames billowing within her eyes, flames that threatened to spill forth and scald the inhuman prick. She clenched her fists tight in her lap, gritting her teeth in such paroxysm behind her lips. Much to her chagrin, Nora could only remain quiet as the bastard carried on in that damned belittling tone of his, lifting from his desk a few scraps of paper, the text upon the bleached white sheets so small in typeface that even from a few feet or so, Nora could barely read it....oh....but he could, "My....even your track record shows you fail to be sociable. You've been kicked out of three foster homes for disruptive and violent behavior and failed to adapt to the state's public education system, dropping out of school at age 17. You've also been arrested on charges of vagrancy, public disturbance due to intoxication, lashing out towards local law enforcement, and last but not least, smashing a man's face in with a laptop. Well...you certainly don't play nice with others, do you Miss Cypher?" "Why should I?" Blunt, empty and rather cold Nora responded for once to this man. Who was he? His name was Richter Howard, a lawyer who worked for the city. He was also....much to the woman's cringing dismay, her new guardian. So why would a twenty-two year old woman need a legal guardian? Simple, because a few signed and notarized documents withheld by the state proclaim that Nora is legally incompetent, and until she can prove otherwise, she will continue to be in the care of the state's welfare and guardianship program. Richter sighed irritably fixing his glasses upon his wrinkled brow and crooked nose, "Because if you continue this outlandish behavior, then I will keep my control over your financial assets and I will deny your legal competence to the state. Furthermore......if you continue to chide me further, Miss Cypher, then you will leave me no choice but to admit you into an institution." Institution? Nora, just at the mention of such a word, her entire body felt limp, damn near lifeless. Her eyes widened, her palms perspired as a tight, clenching feeling assaulted her throat, making even the mundane task of breathing such an arduous task. No....he wouldn't dare! But....this was Richter....of course he would. He was the mayor.... "Would you like that?" He asked, his face inching closer to Nora's so she could see clearly the seriousness in his dark brown eyes, tinted black by the anger surging through him unto the woman. "Would you like to be locked away forever among people who are far more insane than you are?" Nora lifted her glance towards Richter. Though frightened she was by the aspect of being thrown in an asylum, she didn't let it show in her piercing glare towards her guardian, her lips parting as words of her own followed, "I just came here for my money. That's all, Richter." Richter replied, a rather snarky and insolent grin as if to spit in Nora's face, "And you will have it, but only after you have proved deep down you're not a violent psychopath and a social degenerate. Now, Miss Cyper....I know you. I know well you've had a terrible upbringing, what with your drunk father beating you black and blue, your mother....practically out of touch with reality now, and your sister....well, from what I hear you barely wish to speak to her anymore, but that's no excuse." Back behind his desk he went again, reaching from underneath to pull forth a shot glass and a bottle of Crown. Nora merely observed stone-faced as he poured himself a drink and gulped the shot down before adjusting his tie. "Since we're on the subject of money, how has the job searching been going?" "I work on computers now." Nora answered, a blazing huff of air from her pierced nose. "Oh, a tech job. How nice." Retorted Richter downing another shot. "How much do you make at this computer job of yours?" "That's none of your business." "It is when I'm the one in charge of your financial assets." Nora sighed, "Whatever.....I make enough to get by." "So you do." Rather nonchalant was Richter's reply. "So tell me, why do you need ten thousand dollars if all you do is pay rent for some crummy ass apartment?" "I shouldn't have to tell you!" Growled Nora. "I shouldn't have to beg for my money either. I'm not a child!" "True." Richter returned, "But still you continue to act like one. I will give you an allowance, but not the amount you requested. After you have payed your rent and your utilities, do something productive with the leftover funds, like I don't know, maybe donate to a charity or buy you some nicer clothes and a haircut, and maybe get those fucking piercings out of your face." There was that last hint of venom dripping off his words as fiercely his pen scribbled out his loathsome name in thick blue ink upon a check..... a check for a measly two hundred dollars which begrudgingly he handed to Nora. In a quick snap of her hand, Nora wrenched the check away from Richter, already on her feet and storming towards the door. "I do hope our next meeting goes better, Miss Cypher. Goodbye." "FUCK YOU." and with that Nora slammed the door with all her might, a fearsome thunder echoing through the halls of the legal office, as was the bitter trudging of her boots towards the elevator. Richter......oh how much Nora wanted to see him choke on his own blood.....just like her father.

Family: Father: Klaus Schtaufenhauer - Deceased (Killed by Nora when she was fourteen) Mother: Emilia Schtaufenhauer - Alive (Age 57, In a nursing home in Syracuse, stricken with early dementia) Sister: Camilla Schtaufenhauer - Alive (Age 28, married with two children and living in Richmond, Virginia) Relationships: None at the moment ABILITIES Expertise: Hacking, Cyber-theft, Cyberterrorism Physical condition: Fairly athletic, but not much Mental condition: Considerably sane, despite a few drawbacks Limitations: Mild asthmatic, may suffer attacks due to prolonged physical activity, keeps an inhaler on her at all times. Other: Bisexual, though with more of a tendency towards women, and a vegetarian. Still smokes despite being asthmatic.