Post by nina on Mar 24, 2011 22:32:24 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
[/color][/font]"Conquer your world
Study you quietly
Count the ways
I'll do anything you say
There will be no holding back."[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"My official name is Project Nineteen, but Hojo gave me a normal name to use, and I do like it. He calls me 'Nina', and I suppose it wasn't creative, seeing how similar it sounds, but I use it with pride."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I was physically mature on May 6th, 1997. That makes me... Four years old, by real time age." (I'm not quite sure what the year is here, so I'm just going with it. Leme know if has to change!)
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"I... I... I don't even know what that is."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Oh! I can answer that one, then. I'm proud to say that I'm an agile fighter, focused on dexterity rather than strength. I'm fairly fast, but I lack physical prowess and endurance."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"I think I need to go get Hojo..."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I'm five feet and eight inches."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"I... I don't see why... But okay. I'm of an athletic and healthy weight, and I am told that I'm fair toned, with hardly a blemish to be seen on my skin. My hair is long, straight and black, but I don't do much with it. My eyes... They're greenish blue, like those SOLDIER guys, because Hojo put me through the same treatments to make me stronger."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I honestly don't have a preference and... I'm not usually allowed out anywhere. Hojo always provided basic garments for me to wear."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"...Who?" (I actually made the model in the picture. It's merely a really dressed up Sims2 model I put together.)
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"...What?"
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Things I like? Oh... Well, I like nature. Ironic, somewhat. I also like to swim, and to learn. But things I dislike are pudding, large crowds, and weird... Stares. I don't know why some guys do that."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Hm. I don't see why it would be dirty, but I have a habit of daydreaming. As for secrets? Well... I guess I have just one. Hojo doesn't know, but... I kind of... Hacked open his computer. I didn't mean to pry, honestly, I just... Got really curious."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I wouldn't know what to start with, but here goes... I like learning things, and observing. Whether it's technology and something mechanical, or something organic and natural, I try to figure it out for fun. I may not be anything like a scientist, but even just basic information is interesting to me."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Compatible for what? Blood transfusions?"
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Uh..."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"I suppose if I had to put it that way, Hojo would be my father, but... I doubt he'd like me saying that. I know I was created in Midgar, at least, before I was moved."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I don't know... Do I?"
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"My life... It sounds weird saying it out loud sometimes. Well... It's a bit of a long story, I suppose. It all began in 1997, Professor Hojo was brought a strange unidentified materia to study. Curious if he could bring out it's abilities by infusion in a living being, he began my creation. The materia in question had faint telepathic like abilities, but hadn't worked effectively for Hojo or any of the other scientists. When my form finally matured, I underwent Mako transfusions and was hastily put to the test. The materia, infused with my body, granted me very weak power, and unfortunately just didn't work out as well as Hojo had hoped. If I tried to use the power much, it'd begin to hurt... I remember blacking out once from the pain. I was afraid that Hojo would deem me a failure and dispose of me... But he didn't. I guess he had a lot of faith in me, and was impressed with my combat prowess and willingness to please. Eventually he named me a normal name, and for a while things were fairly comfortable. I trained, and he tested me often. But... Something happened. The President was murdered, and Hojo insisted I be moved to a secret compartment in his lab in the basement of Shinra mansion. He promises me he'll come back when his business with that terrorist group is concluded but... I worry. I'll be going now... He has to put me in stasis. I don't know when I'll wake, but hopefully it'll be alright."
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"I... Really have to go now."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Neener? Allie.
age. 18
rp experience. A good portion of my life, I started when I was like... 10. I was a pretty smart kid, and owe my english skills to it.
rules.THUNDAGA!
rp sample.There... Something was there. She could sense it, feel the presence. She wasn't alone, no. But who was there? Nina could not see, she was still asleep. But the approaching presence she could still notice. Her eyes wanted to finally open... Not yet. The screen beside the tank began to flicker strangely, switching automatically to display Nina's status. It seemed her heartbeat, at first very calm and slow began to rise. The flickering of the screen continued as Vincent would near the tank. But he most likely wouldn't notice that the glass, particularly in corners and curves began to crack ever so slightly... He would raise his weapon and aim.
As the shot fired, Nina's eyes opened. Only for a moment of course, she was in too much of a haze to understand what was going on. They closed again as the glass lost integrity, it shattered outward and with a rush of water. It was all so sudden, so fast. Nina slumped to the base of the tank while water and glass thinly covered the floor outside. Her body was weak from staying dormant so long, but she was alive. And then, like a delayed reaction of shock, Nina's eyes shot open and she curled forward, coughing up water. She began to breathe. Her skin began to feel the cold air of the secluded basement, no longer kept warm by the tank and it's life sustaining systems. After all, what good did something no better than a bathing suit do? From this she began to shiver, the shock still having it's hold over her mind.
Nina lay there, curled on her side at the base of the tank, water still dripping onto the floor. Her breathing began to relax, her chest no longer heaving for air. The woman's eyes fluttered for a few moments, adjusting to the strange lighting of the room. A strange electrical sound helped to wake her from her haze, the sound of the computer beside the tank malfunctioning and suddenly turning off. Nina's fingers flexed as her eyes struggled to stay open, until finally she adjusted. Her head turned a little, her gaze fixing on the red clad figure a little ways in front of her.
Her eyes showed curiosity, as if reality hadn't quite settled in yet. But it would, soon. Memories came like a flood of water, the process hurt some, causing her eyes to flicker with a wince. But when it all settled to the bottom of her mind, Nina tried to push herself upward, still looking at Vincent. Now she started to feel wary of him, not recognizing who he was. He certainly wasn't Hojo... Hojo. Where was he? Nina wondered immediately why he wasn't there, who was this strange figure before her? Her hands flat on the metal grating, using all her strength for the moment to rise, Nina pushed herself up into a standing position. Her legs wobbled a little, still regaining strength.
But she felt weak still, using the remains of the tank's frame to steady her body. Nina watched Vincent, this unfamiliar face that seemed to have woken her. She shivered all the while, the cold becoming bitter to her skin. With some mumbling, Nina attempted to speak.
"...W-who are... You...?"
That was just one of many questions she had. But of course, nothing could be done all at once.