Yam I Am

What Are You Listening To?

2000s style pop-punk is making a comeback and i'm so happy

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___________________________________ Leonore-Zofia Küchler-Sokołowšky, 22 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Volhynia | Hoznán / Horazan, Volhynia, East Europan Imperial Alliance ___________________________________ [+] ▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► DOB - 10/31/1893 ► Height - 6'0" / 183cm ► Weight - 173 lbs / 78 kg ► Hair Color - Blonde ► Eye Color - Light Blue ► Classification - Sapper ► Rank - Foreign Legionnaire - Acting Corporal ► Sexuality - Bisexual -

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E Leo towers over most women from the Federation in an almost statuesque posture, her fit and able frame honed from years of hellish regimen. Fair-haired and with two sparkling azure eyes, Sokołowšky's presence is - barring all else - nothing short of thoroughly impressive. Nestled beneath her army cap and helmet belies her back-length blonde hair, pinned up before battles. No matter where she may find herself, nor with how few resources, Leonore makes a point to take care of herself, and takes immense pride in presenting her best appearance. Always presenting with a unshakeable smile, standing as upright as a mighty ancient oak, the Volhynian is always certain to exude an air of confidence about herself. Leonore's uniform is a piecemeal assembly of uniforms, strewn together over years of scavenging and stitching. Her singular constants are the iconic white, red, and navy armband of the Volhynian flag, which proudly adorns her left sleeve. She makes note to keep it spotless, always rubbing down any grime or gristle which taints it after each and every engagement.

---_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

"Extrovert" does not even begin to describe the aggressively outgoing demeanor by which Leonore carries herself. There are few instances in which Leo will refuse discourse..and even fewer in which she will not begin to indulge in all manner of queries and commentaries until exhaustion. This, compounded by Leo's rapid pace of speech, couples together to form a thoroughly colorful vocabulary which leaves its audience wondering if what is spoken is truly what she had meant, or if she simply lacks the diction to hold a more fitting conversation. Perhaps a result of years spent around the Federation's most crass soldiers, Leo seems to be very comfortable asking the more blunt questions in life. She may come across as incredibly to-the-point, and perhaps a bit crude, yet Leonora finds no fault in, "telling it how it is", as she puts it.

---_{B I O G R A P H Y}

The twin daughter of a Volhynian comedian and a Leican-Imperial priestess of Valkyrur, Leonora came to in the eastern city of Hoznán (Known in Imperial Standard as Horazan). In the Volhynian capital metropolis, she was immediately immersed into a turbulent period of Imperial history. From the moment she was born, Leo was exposed to the national rebirth of Volhynia, with more and more voices raising their support for the long-awaited recognition of the historic region within the greater Imperial Alliance. These wishes often clashed with the views of the more conservative hardline Imperialists in Schwarzgrad, who frequently decried this national sentiment as being disruptive to the unity of the Empire. Battles in academic circles soon accompanied fights in the streets and countryside. Citing the composite nature of the Empire, many within the upper echelons of the Imperial Alliance felt that the continued nationalist sentiments of Volhynia's distinct culture - as well as many other subject nations within it - were unfounded. In contrast, the Volhynian volksgeist more frequently decried Schwarzgradian dominance over Imperial politics and culture, claiming the Alliance - in truth - was little more than a formality to High Imperial hegemony.

Leonora, even from birth, was thoroughly torn between the Imperial and Volhynian worlds. Torn between two languages and with two names, the young woman was thrown right into this rift. Instructor after instructor would give contrasting views, the wedge between the two nations only driving between the use of Volhynian and Imperial Standard even in daily life. Her childhood was filled with news of insurrections by paper, and dinnertime conversations of national awakening. Confused and looking for guidance, a young Leo often turned toward her father, asking what to make of the incertitude. He would simply give a gentle smile, put a kindred hand upon her shoulder, and spoke the simple words, "It is better to do the right thing and lose than to do the wrong thing and win. Do what is right, not what is easy."

In the words of her benignant dad's advice, Leonore found her sympathies trudging more and more towards the cause of so many who had bravely stood before the Imperial authorities for the sake of an entire nation. Come the fated day where the Imperial prince saw himself assassinated at the hands of of separatists, Leonore had no doubts in her mind; This was the line in the sand, and the Empire would never be willing to allow the cause of any beneath its iron grasp to be free. Then, it was decided. She searched high and low, traversing all manner of old Volhynian societies before finding the group that would eventually become the Volhynian Legionnaire's Society. In the dead of night, Leonore explained her plans, and gave her last farewells to her siblings with a smile on her face, promising them that - when she returned - it would be to a free Volhynia. With a joyously tearful response, Leo departed her home with the phrase, "Just don't tell mom i'm in Valois."

Upon her treacherous arrival across the Adriats and into Federation soil, Leonore's reception along with the Legion's was met with a rather...lukewarm response. It was clear that the additional help was more than welcome - and from Imperial separatists, no doubt - yet these volunteers, Leonore included, arrived to the Federation with a classical Volhynian uniform, a mishmash of whatever arms they carried from home, and what paucity of Federal language they could pick up from the journey over. Simply put, in 1911, the Federation had no clue what to do with this influx of volunteers from Imperial territories, nevermind how to fit them into the Federation's military structure. Yet, it was ever-clear early on that these men and women who arrived had come to fight, and it was quickly decided in the Federation that they would merely do just that. Leo and her compatriots were put through the standard training regime, and in the weeks of training just before the journey to the front, Leo would march and sing the legendary Volhynian marching tunes with nothing but jubilance, confident that this war would be over by the new year - and with the new year would come a new Volhynia, with a hero's welcome.

The years have not been as kind to her as the initial prospects of war had suggested. Through Maren, Chartreuse, Voiseilles, and Sarrebourg, Leonore has persisted through bloody battle and hellish conflict. Many of her comrades have come and gone, yet her determination remains ironclad. Leo has swore unto herself not to let the many deaths of her friends and compatriots go to waste, and now drives her further and further to see the conflict unto its absolute end, with the proud white, red, and navy flying majestically over Hoznán...no matter the cost.

---_{P O T E N T I A L S}

Fierce Patriot: Leonore will die for the Volhynian cause with nothing but joy in her heart and a smile on her face. Overbearingly outspoken about her admiration towards The Fatherland and its noble plight for freedom, she will never cease to "enlighten" others about the glories and wonders of Volhynia. To her, The Empire is a despotic, tyrannical regime which only desires total Europan domination - and if Volhynia and millions of others trapped within Imperial chains are to be free, it must be military defeated. She borders on fanaticism in her beliefs, and will seldom give any ground on any issues related to the cause.

"Ščo?": When Leonore first signed on to the Volhynian Legions and arrived in Federation lands, she came not knowing a single word of the Federal language. Four years of immersion have helped her comprehension immensely, yet Leo is far from "fluent" in any regard; Her speech is heavily accented, and she often interchanges words she doesn't know with those of her native tongue, fishing for a response. She has heard commands and general phrases aplenty to not be confused with battlefield orders, but in more technical, verbose conversations, Eleonora may have trouble keeping up.

"Marš, Vołyniny, Marš!": East Europans are notoriously stubborn, and Eleonora fits this mold quite well. Equal parts valiant, foolhardy, and utterly obstinate, Leonore refuses to allow any obstacle to slow the inexorable advance of her iron heart. She takes this in stride, often urging her comrades when they find themselves in despair to hold their heads high, always proud, and to forever march forward no matter the bleakness of their battle - For when the dust inevitably settles and the storm is weathered, Leo will say: "Never forget that we are saving nations and enslaved people!"

Veteran Legionnaire: From the moment the Great Europan War erupted, Leo immediately dedicated herself to the Volhynian Legion, trudging off to an unknown land with her comrades-in-arms to fight for a free Volhynia. She has spent four hellish years along the trenches and fields of Europa, and has survived some of its most brutal battles.

---_{E Q U I P M E N T}

- SM-L Mk. 3
- Trench Gun
- Grenades
- Engineering Kit
- Volhynian Legionnaire's Cap

---_{A F F I L I A T I O N S}

- Mihaiyl Feodor Sokołowšky (Father)
- Emma Küchler (Mother)
- Josef Gareon Küchler-Sokołowšky (Older Brother)
- Rozaliya Ksenia Küchler-Sokołowšky (Twin Sister)
- Riško Marcel Küchler-Sokołowšky (Younger Brother)

---_{R E L A T I O N S}

None at the moment.

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-A Template by Load Wraith

Ishtar, Lands of Strife

<Snipped quote by Yam I Am>

You may want to change the discord link settings to not expire, cause that one is expired too. Lol.

Also I am showing some interest.

@Slagar

You mean like this one? discord.gg/sKBCKZym

What Are You Listening To?

What Are You Listening To?

What Are You Listening To?

Ishtar, Lands of Strife

@Yam I Am I think the discord link is broken, it keeps saying I'm invalid.

@Medium Light

Here, try this one. I just made it:

discord.gg/Nbhxc62M

What Are You Listening To?

Ishtar, Lands of Strife

So I'm guessing I just post my application here then?

@Medium Light

Yeah, just plop it down here.

There's lotsa lore and stuff in the Discord, plus you can talk to like the 4 or so of us who are active there and work out relations and stuff.

And if you don't have Discord...well I guess I could go pester Yenny until they respond here.

Also please buy some Karynian brandy. It's simply delectable.

N.E.O. - New Earth Oracle

January 21, 1991

University of São Paulo, Brazil

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Within the Auditorio do IEA, of University of Sao Paulo fame, the silently bustling crowd shuffled about in their seats. Some cast whispers among each other, others cast curious glances up above at the next sign of exposition for that fateful day.

The United Nations Commission on Science and Technology for Development cast their doubts on this particular conference. Although there were some miraculous hopefuls within the crowd. The UN CSAT had no qualms nor doubts over the verity of Brazil’s scientists, no, yet the commissioners of the conference all hashed their doubts all the same. Sciences for Anomalous and Xenophysical Studies was still a field well into its infancy, after all, and in that same infancy had come many of the growth pains associated with, perhaps, the overzealousness which accompanied the field of rapid discovery. To be frank, most within the crowd expected the next report to be something only the most astute of professors might humor as a discovery. But the title alone drew them in, all the same. After all, with a presentation titled the likes of this, who could resist at least giving them the time of day?

Costanzo reached over the questioner’s table, taking a brief sip from his water glass before the next announcement. Sighing in refreshment, the glasses-bearing man blinked, once again peering down at his papers. Mr. Sciacca tilted the paper up, squinting as he adjusted his glasses, before nodding his head and lowering it toward his microphone.

“And please welcome...Dr. Maria Kawaguchi, Professor of Xenophysics and Quantum Physics.”

Mr. Sciacca and his table of UN CSAT accomplices gave light, polite claps in turn; A gently humbling antithesis to the resounding welcome the crowd behind them returned. The spotlights illuminated the stage before them, and the beading, curious eyes of the crowd soon turned unto their presenter.

"Thank you, Mr Sciacca." The gently middle-aged woman nodded, clad in a finely pressed grey suit, an identification card pinned her to lapelle. Her hair was tied into a tight, immaculate, manicured in much the same way as the rest of her appearance was - and her mannerisms, too, every movement carefully calculated to some inscrutable purpose. In her hands, she clutched a small, electronic remote, quietly clicking button in her palm, activating the projector. The space behind her was suddenly illuminated with the digitized image of one of Brazil's anomalous zones - some stretch of unidentifiable rainforest in which gravity seemed to have failed, floating pieces of the landscape dotting the sky at various heights. "What you'll see behind me is a phenomenon that most of you are familiar with, at least in appearance - and that's what I'm here to talk to you about. In various anomalous zones across the world, there are similar phenomena to what you see here behind me. Places where, in stark contrast to most of what we know about physics, gravity simply doesn't "work" as it should." She said, punctuating the word with air-quotes.

"For the past several months, my team at this very same university has been studying the phenomenon. It doesn't take an expert to reason that, if there are places where gravity works in such a manner, that there must exist an exotic particle with negative mass. We reached the same conclusion, of course, but that's not what I'm here to talk about today. Not precisely, at least."

She cleared her throat, as if bracing herself for something. Another click, and the slide changed again, this time displaying a mostly flat plane, strangely warped upward and downward around opposite sides of a circle about the center.

"What such a theoretical negative mass particle would allow us to do, however, is the focus of my presentation. For decades, we've all puzzled over how the Visitors reached Earth, and more importantly how we might reach them. What a negative mass particle would allow us to do, according to our projections, is, just that - to expand and contract space around an object such that effective faster-than-light travel is achieved... And without violating what we know about the mechanics of relativity by accelerating a massive object beyond the speed of light."

The crowd paused for momentous moments, slowly turning to one another as they exchanged blank-faced murmurs among one another. The secrets of faster-than-light travel? Certainly, this would be a discovery for the eras, yet...the narrowed eyes of some of the crowd’s more cynical members expressed doubt, disbelief at the theory.

Costanzo smacked his lips, furmering for the words to say. Pacing his eyes between the presenter and his equally awestruck accomplices, Mr. Sciacca nervously adjusted his glasses. He looked up in uncertainty, and curiously presented his query:

“So, Dr. Kawaguchi,” he began, his beaming Latin eyes constantly shifting between unsteady glares away and a straight-faced answer from the professor, “according to your team’s current understanding of these anomalous phenomena, the negative gravitational effect of certain anomalous fields would allow the transport of objects at velocities greater than the speed of light, correct?”

“Yes, Mister Sciacca.” she responded.

He nodded back, slow to keep up his pace of response.

“Would the use of nongravitational artifacts for these purposes - or have these artifacts - produced negative reactions upon practical testing?” he replied, “Such as the stabilization of reaching the current gravitational threshold to enter orbit having negative effects on course trajectory?”

"Preliminary testing indicates that reactions aren't sufficiently negative within Earth's gravity well to make testing impossible, however, the greatest difficulty we've encountered is in acquiring sufficiently large samples to definitively verify or disprove our theory." She explained, gesturing toward the slide. "To produce this sort of distortion on a sufficiently large scale to be effective would likely require a concerted international effort toward either reproducing or uncovering enough of these such artifacts and NLC. There simply isn't enough in Brazil, according to our models."

“And, to add upon this,” Arun Khalachi, an elderly Asian man, situated to Mr. Sciacca’s left inquired, “it appears that this particular use of New Langium Compound would be nonrenewable, if I am understanding correctly?”

"We have no reason, as of now, to believe it would be nonrenewable - the volume necessary would be quite large, however." She said. "The Compound would serve as a component of such a drive, rather than as fuel."

The crowd excitedly whispered at her response, some eyes immediately beaming like the overhead lights in the bleakness of the room’s void. The UN CSAT’s members all turned to one another, exchanging looks varied from impression to cautious optimism. The room began blossoming into an explosion of hushed conversations and excited whispers, illuminating through the darkness as it was suddenly hushed by the interjection of Mister Khalachi.

“I see.” he responded, unraveling his clenched hand unto the table, “Will there be a practical demonstration in the near future? If so, when can we expect the first flight, Doctor Kawaguchi?”

"As soon as we can acquire international funding - and cooperation on the collection of the requisite NLCs. As I said, Dr. Khalachi, we simply can't manage this alone within a reasonable timeframe. The science, however, is sound." She nodded, smiling gently.

Again, the answering committee turned to one another, silently exchanging with one another while the crowd once again resumed its intense murmurs. Slowly, Costanzo Sciacca raised a hand, adjusting his microphone as he leaned in for the closing remarks:

“Well, thank you very much for your time, Doctor Kawaguchi.” he appreciated, exchanging a professional smile towards the physicist. As the projector behind her flickered away, Sciacca once again reached toward the microphone.

“We will be taking a small intermission while we wait for the next panel.” The crowd soon after stood, exiting as they all beamingly discussed among one another the sheer marvel at what they had just beholden. They, more than anyone else, knew that perhaps they had just beheld human history in this very auditorium.

As the room emptied, the hearing committee turned to one another, yet not a single word was said. Etched expressions upon their faces told all which needed to be known, and only by the agreed utterance of Mister Sciacca motioning to his aide, coming in with a hand-wave, sprinting from the back, that this seance was blissfully broken:

“Get Moscow, Washington, Paris, and London on the line. Start drafting a new UN resolution for this. I want preliminary responses by tomorrow morning.”

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_{Collaboration with @Jeddaven}