@BlackPanther Awesome! In that case, I will have a new CS up some time today. It will be one of Talith's "pets", on a mission to infiltrate the scientists and see what she can find :)
Thundercrash Member
The Dimensional Drifter
- Last Seen: 4 yrs ago
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
- Posts: 1206 (0.31 / day)
- VMs: 2
-
Username history
- Thundercrash 11 yrs ago
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
@NarcissisticPotato For someone who is unfamiliar with this particular universe, what exactly is biotech?
@Subject Zero Never heard of them. Maybe he reminds me of an actor or something.
@Subject Zero Where do I know that face claim from?
Then for my purposes, could we say that they know nothing about her beyond what her public image would be?
@Wick@BlackPanther Question: What, if anything, does the scientists know about Talith?
Added a little something to the extra info part of 7872's CS. Just to give an indication of how she is around others. It was also done with @fluorescent's permission.
@ZanavyBoop!
Inmate 7872
"Negative emotions like hatred destroy our peace of mind.”
– Matthieu Ricard
Released from solitary confinement into general population almost six months ago, Inmate 7872 is a textbook example of someone who has lost everything, possibly including her sanity. And there is nothing more dangerous than a person with nothing left to lose.
Basic Information
> Name:
Unknown for story reasons
> Nickname:
Inmate 7872, Nameless
> Age:
17
> Gender:
Female
> Ethnicity:
Arab descent
> Sexuality:
Bisexual
Imprisonment
> Crime:
Murdering an Inquisitor, Assaulting an Inquisitor (x2), Murdering an officer of the law, Assaulting an officer of the law (x6), Assault with a deadly weapon, Defamation, Conspiracy to commit treason, Kidnapping (x2), Illegal Biotech Upgrades (x3), Torture (x2), Sexual Assault (x2), Homosexuality, Theft of Empire property, Drug Use, Resisting Arrest, Public Indecency
> Years Spent
3, most of it spent in solitary confinement
> Prison Elective
Janitorial duty
> Cell-Mate
Christine Ramirez @Nallore
Education & Skills
> Occupation:
Her parents worked for one of the most prominent biotech companies in the world, and she was proving to be a prodigy in the field as well.
> Classes:
- Medicine
- Bio-engineering
- Biology
- Chemistry
- Maths
- Languages
> Skills:
- Photographic memory
- Meditation
- Braiding
- Sewing
The Little Things
> Likes
- Watching people
- Bodies
- Touching things
- Learning new and interesting things
- Messing with biotech
- Intellectual challenges
> Dislikes
- People asking her questions
- Annoying people
- People who do not speak plainly and to the point
- The Empire
- Inquisitors (hates them more than anything)
- Anyone who asks for her name
- Naive idealists
> Habits:
- Unless she is actively moving somewhere, she is always sitting on the floor, watching
- Always quietly hums an unknown tune to herself when not speaking
- Has little regard for clothing
> Hobbies:
- Meditation
- Sifting through her memories
- Humming
- Expanding her knowledge base
> Fears:
- Returning to solitary
- Returning to solitary
- Returning to solitary (she REALLY doesn’t want to go back)
The Very Big Things
> Personality:
An intelligent, driven, pleasant, and eternally curious young girl with a bright future. That would have described Inmate 7872 before they were locked up. Now, she is cold, bitter, has a dangerously inclusive knowledge of the human body, and straddles the very narrow line between genius and insanity. Inmate 7872 is a near perfect example of what happens when someone not only hits rock bottom, but plows into it at relativistic speeds.
Still, there are some traits that she still possesses from her old self. Given proper incentive, there is a chance that she will help you with something, particularly if it involves biotech or someone injured. She also still seeks to learn new things; offer her something that she doesn’t already know, and she will be much more likely to assist you. However, she may refuse you for no other reason than that she can.
Above all other things, 7872 hates the Empire. At the best of times, she sees it as a diseased creature that ought to be put down, and the Inquisitors as part of the disease. Her near complete isolation means that she is not entirely stable anymore; if she smiles, it's not because she's happy to see you. Or at least not in a way that you will find pleasant. There is nothing to hold over her as leverage, as everything that was once of value to her has been stripped away. At the end of the day, she cares about nothing and no one. Deal with her at your own risk.
Still, there are some traits that she still possesses from her old self. Given proper incentive, there is a chance that she will help you with something, particularly if it involves biotech or someone injured. She also still seeks to learn new things; offer her something that she doesn’t already know, and she will be much more likely to assist you. However, she may refuse you for no other reason than that she can.
Above all other things, 7872 hates the Empire. At the best of times, she sees it as a diseased creature that ought to be put down, and the Inquisitors as part of the disease. Her near complete isolation means that she is not entirely stable anymore; if she smiles, it's not because she's happy to see you. Or at least not in a way that you will find pleasant. There is nothing to hold over her as leverage, as everything that was once of value to her has been stripped away. At the end of the day, she cares about nothing and no one. Deal with her at your own risk.
> Backstory:
For the inmates contained in the juvenile detention hall of Port Hope, there is very little to do. Life is routine and repetitive; you leave your cell when the door opens, do the job that was assigns to you, eat when you are allowed, and return to your cell at curfew. The rest of your time is spent keeping yourself occupied until the last birthday present you will ever receive. One of the ways in which the inmates pass the time is through gossiping about anything and everything. Some people brag about what they did to get locked up, some bemoan the lives they could have had, and some just talk about which guards are safest to be around.
Almost three years ago, however, a new rumour began circulating around the hall, originating from an overheard conversation between the guards regarding a new juvie that had been placed into solitary confinement. This is itself was news enough; in theory, solitary was reserved for the most violent and dangerous criminals, but in practice, you were sent there if you had done something that really pissed off the Inquisitors. The odds of a juvie being placed in solitary were only scarcely better than getting a full pardon. As time went by, speculation began to run wild about what this new Nameless (named for the fact that those placed in solitary are stripped of everything, even their identities, and are scarcely acknowledged as persons' under the law) had done. Rumours ranged from being an infamous drug runner, to a sadistic mass murderer, to even more outlandish theories. Even a betting pool had been started as to what was on the Nameless's list of charges. But, as tended to be the case with Nameless, there was very little concrete information to be had. In fact, only two things were known for certain; this new Nameless was expected to remain that way until their execution, and the guards universally hated them.
A month ago, however, an astonishing thing happened. Rumour came from the guards that, for unknown reasons, the Nameless juvie was being released into general population. Now, at last, the mysterious Nameless would have a face, and the specifics of her crimes would be known.
What they got instead was a girl who barely spoke to anyone, even her new cell-mate, and did not seem at all inclined to share information about what she had done or her reasons for it. Some believe that, whatever she was before, died in solitary, leaving something else behind. She simply went about her assigned tasks, ate when she was allowed, and otherwise barely even left her cell. According to the guards, she is only a month away from her 18th birthday, and it seems that she has resigned herself to her fate.
Almost three years ago, however, a new rumour began circulating around the hall, originating from an overheard conversation between the guards regarding a new juvie that had been placed into solitary confinement. This is itself was news enough; in theory, solitary was reserved for the most violent and dangerous criminals, but in practice, you were sent there if you had done something that really pissed off the Inquisitors. The odds of a juvie being placed in solitary were only scarcely better than getting a full pardon. As time went by, speculation began to run wild about what this new Nameless (named for the fact that those placed in solitary are stripped of everything, even their identities, and are scarcely acknowledged as persons' under the law) had done. Rumours ranged from being an infamous drug runner, to a sadistic mass murderer, to even more outlandish theories. Even a betting pool had been started as to what was on the Nameless's list of charges. But, as tended to be the case with Nameless, there was very little concrete information to be had. In fact, only two things were known for certain; this new Nameless was expected to remain that way until their execution, and the guards universally hated them.
A month ago, however, an astonishing thing happened. Rumour came from the guards that, for unknown reasons, the Nameless juvie was being released into general population. Now, at last, the mysterious Nameless would have a face, and the specifics of her crimes would be known.
What they got instead was a girl who barely spoke to anyone, even her new cell-mate, and did not seem at all inclined to share information about what she had done or her reasons for it. Some believe that, whatever she was before, died in solitary, leaving something else behind. She simply went about her assigned tasks, ate when she was allowed, and otherwise barely even left her cell. According to the guards, she is only a month away from her 18th birthday, and it seems that she has resigned herself to her fate.
> Theme Song:
My Name (Wearing Me Out) – Shinedown
My name is worthless like you told me I once was
My name is empty cause you drained away the love
My name is searching since you stole my only soul
My name is hatred and the reasons we both know
My name is worthless like you told me I once was
My name is empty cause you drained away the love
My name is searching since you stole my only soul
My name is hatred and the reasons we both know
> E X T R A I N F O
Approximately a week following inmate 7872’s release into general population, there was a confrontation between herself and inmate Cameron Valdes. Inmate Valdez was needling inmate 7872 about her time in solitary and what she had done. After ignoring inmate Valdez’s questions and general annoying attitude for several minutes, inmate 7872 proceeded to calmly inform her fellow inmate that she possessed near perfect knowledge of the human body’s composition and functions, that she knew twelve different ways to very painfully incapacitate the girl with little effort, and another six to leave her crippled and in intense pain that would require extensive surgery to fix. She then proceeded to list off all 18 methods, and asked inmate Valdez what combination she would prefer she use.
Inmate Valdez left inmate 7872 alone after that.
Inmate Valdez left inmate 7872 alone after that.
Stasya Volkov
Location: Lyra’s room → Cafeteria
Blinking, Stasya tilted her head. It seemed as if Lyra wanted her to go on without her. Something that Stasya was reluctant to do; she didn’t want the other girl to be alone. “Lyra, конечно? Хорошо? (Lyra, sure? Okay?)” The other girl nodded vigorously, even giving her a gentle push towards the door. Stasya smiled, bending to place a small kiss on her forehead. “Stasya, назад, в ближайшее время, (Stasya, back, soon,)” she said, patting the bed and tapping her wrist.
Slipping out of the room, Stasya quietly padded through the empty hallway until she found a room that looked like a kitchen or cafeteria of some kind. A few of the other teens were already seated at one of the tables, though none of them seemed to notice her. Perhaps it was because of the quiet manner in which she entered the room, perhaps they were just that absorbed in their conversation (which, of course, she couldn’t understand), or it could be a combination of the two. Whatever the case, it suited her just fine.
Making something simple for herself, Stasya sat down at a table not far from the other group, far enough that her presence wouldn’t disturb them, but close enough that she could still keep an eye on them. She knew that if she was ever going to get out of here, and back home, that she would likely need the help of the others. She couldn’t ask for help, not just yet, but she could still observe the others, try to get a read on them and see who would be most likely to help her.
One week later
Location: Cafeteria → Auditorium
To say that Stasya was miserable this morning would be an understatement. Even if they hadn’t kidnapped her and were keeping her from her sister, she would have hated this place on principle.
Sure, it was nice enough. The beds and rooms were lovingly furnished and comfortable. The food was good. If she had known how to swim, then she figured that she would have enjoyed the pool (the hot tub, at least, was borderline heavenly, though there had been a bit of an incident involving one of the jets, a ridge of scales running over her spine, and a shredded bathing suit bottom). Even the other teens seemed nice enough for the most part, though the Russian boy still scared her, and the other Russian girl seemed angry all the time. And her English lessons with Kara, while going slowly, were still progressing.
All in all, though, she was miserable. Comfortable beds were worthless when she kept waking up in the middle of night screaming her sister’s name, and having pretty bars doesn’t make a cage any less of a cage. With only a week of lessons, she still couldn’t communicate with others very well, despite the attempts of one or two, and she still didn’t feel comfortable speaking to the aforementioned Russians. Furthermore, not being able to communicate meant that she hadn’t learned very much at all about them. And Kara, oh how she was starting to dislike that woman. It wasn’t anything that she had done, in fact, other than Lyra, Kara had probably been the nicest person to her yet. But she was still one of them, one of the people keeping her from going home. Thus far, the only bright point of being there at all was Lyra, who had patiently been with her in her attempts to learn English and keep her company. She had even graciously allowed Stasya to sleep with her after a couple of particularly bad nightmares, which had helped a little. She still didn’t get a lot of sleep though, and it was starting to show around her eyes..
Most of all, however, she hated the voices that came over the intercom. First was the woman’s, unable to be understood but still conveying a tone that suggested everything was fine, that this was just a normal day when it was anything but. Then came the man to translate everything. He at least had the decency to not sound so cheerful, though she still loathed hearing him speak. Just another reminder of her circumstances, and her need to get out.
This morning, however, was somewhat different. Stasya was rather surprised to learn that, instead the normal session in the morning, they would all be together again in the auditorium. That in itself made her wonder if perhaps more kids were being brought, or if something else was going to happen. Something about “working alongside others with abilities”? Stasya and Kara hadn’t done very much work towards her own “ability”; their sessions had mostly been dedicated towards her English lessons, though a couple of times Kara would take another blood sample, hair and nail clippings, and other things that Stasya didn’t want to think about.
Unfortunately, this was going to be something she couldn’t avoid, and it might give her a chance to find out what the others could do. So, she finished up her cereal, waited for Lyra to finish, and stood up. “Готов идти? (Ready, go?)” she asked, and when her dark friend nodded she began pushing her wheelchair towards the auditorium. When they arrived, she took a position in the back, where she would be able to see everyone, and once again began watching quietly.
@wolverbells@HecateProxy@banjoanjo@HellHoundWoof@Jinxer@Lillium@Gonzo@KahleenCuthald@SheriffLlama
© 2007-2026