December
04-10-07, 09:03 AM
WARNING: VIOLENCE, BLOOD, AND CRACK. DO NOT APPROACH IF YOU VALUE YOUR SANITY.Yes, this is a non-serious crack character.
Name: Candie
Age: As Candie, 3. Before Candie, 24. So technically, 27.
Race: Part Cyborg/Part Genetically-altered Human
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 120 lbs
Alignment: Morbid Evil
Occupation: Nurse. Not the type who’ll heal you, though.
Personality:
Dying a thousand deaths had its impact on Candie’s psyche. She’s one sadistic kitty. Although she’s a nurse, she wasn’t quite interested in healing people. Rather, this profession had lent her a rather endless supply of victi– er, patients, to experiment on. See, there’s always a worse death out there somewhere, and it was up to Candie to find it.
When she wasn’t in one of her creative moods though, you’d find that Candie is quite polite, quite hyped up most of the time, and a bit of a blonde ditz.
Oh, and she’s driven purely by hedonism. And art. Because killing’s an art.
Appearance:
They altered her with prosthetics and god knows what else, until her skin was practically white, her teeth sparkles, her eyes shines, and her lips are glossy without lip-gloss. And no, don’t ask her how they did it. They just did. She had features like a porcelain doll – big eyes, delicate nose, baby-doll face, and all that. Her hair was pulled into two long ponytails that reached her waist, and they were always whipping in the wind, even when there are no winds. Life’s strange like that, too.
She wears this classical nurse outfit, a white one piece miniskirt with a red cross across the chest, and a little nurse’s hat with the same cross. There’s a corset behind it somewhere, and stripped stockings, and high-heeled white boots, and a white eye-patch across her left eye. And Candie is armed with a syringe; a giant syringe that’s at least a meter tall.
Skills/Traits:
Active Imagination
A very active imagination. She'll come up with some of the most brilliant and probably most insane ideas you’ve ever heard.
Ignoring You
It’s a skill, honest. I mean, you can be yelling in her ears and she’d still be ignoring you.
Brilliant Deduction
When normal people think, they go from point A to point B. Candie starts at point A, sails over to point C, makes a connection with point F, leaps back to point D, somehow teleports over to point Z, and then curves all the way back to point B. You can’t deny her utter brilliance.
Human Anatomy Expert
She knows exactly where to poke to hurt you the most (coughnetherregionscouth). And she knows where your blood veins are. She’s a nurse. She knows these things. ‘Nuff said.
Flashy Sparkles
See the giant syringe? See, when it’s empty, she can wave it around in the air and random sparkles come out. Sometimes, it’s more of a trail of glow rather than sparkles. Candie uses it to emphasize points when she’s talking.
Distraction
See, most men freeze when they see Candie. Unless they’re gay. Or really frigid. But while they’re drooling or having massive nosebleeds, Candie’ll be plotting wonderful, wonderful deaths.
Bad Aim
Her aim’s so bad; it’s a skill in itself. See, Candie can hit anything except what she was aiming for, unless she’s standing right beside her target. So in order to actually hit something in the long-range, Candie needs to aim for really, really, really, really random things. Like that rainbow-colored bird that just flew by.
Zero-space Pocket
She keeps her stuff here. It looks so much cooler than lugging a giant knapsack everywhere. Can be accessed anywhere and everywhere. Just a giant pocket somewhere in the galaxy. Currently empty.
Giant Ass-poke
It’s a skill that works well enough in close range. A giant ass-poke with the needle of a syringe. Sure, she misses most of the time… but it’s rather useful when she succeeds.
Neeeeeeee-dles.
Everyone hates needles, which is why it’s just so perfect. When the syringe is empty, it can be used as a rather effective syringe version of a crossbow. She takes aim, pulls the handle thingy out and then pushes it back in, and the needles shoot out like good ol’ arrows. However, it takes longer than a crossbow to reload. She’s somewhat below-average in this skill though. Doesn’t always hit her targets.
Goopy Liquids
Candie shoots goopy liquids out of the syringe. Only works when the syringe is already filled with something beforehand… like water, or a chocolate, or whatever. Anything. And when something’s in the syringe, it gets turned into goop. The goop is crimson, and both smells and tastes like blood… except it is goop, and not blood. Some poeple call it pudding. It's sorta pudding, too, but Candie likes calling it goop. It’s really hard to walk in the goop, because it’s like walking in pudding – you fall right in. Talking in the goop is not a good idea either, because it fills your mouth. And your nose. And you eyes. But somehow, the goop does not kill you, and you will stay miraculously alive, and you can eat your way out. Because the goop is like pudding – blood flavored pudding. And if you really don’t want to eat your way out… it disappears, in about 2 hours. Only at the moment, Candie can't produce enough goop to make things fun. She can't really cover anyone completely. Maybe part of their head... or legs... or arms... but not the whole person.
The syringe contains up to a maximum of 20 liters of goop. Only a maximum of 5 liters can be shot out at once. There must be a ten-minutes break between each shot. A syringe can be refilled trice per day, with a 5 hours wait between each refill.
Oh, and Candie doesn’t aim right.
Equipment:
Nurse Uniforms
Candie never seems to run out of her supply nurse uniforms. She probably stockpiles it in the Zero-space Pocket.
Giant Syringe
A giant syringe around a meter or so tall, and thirty-cm wide, the needle none withstanding.
Iron Needles
A bundle of iron-needles for the syringe, ‘bout 20 cm long each. Equivalent to arrows for a bow. They hurt, a lot.
History:
They killed her a thousand times.
She was twenty-four; young, beautiful, horny as hell and a damned good professor in a damned good university. Until, that is, someone accused her of being an accomplice in murder. And not just any murder – the murder of the most powerful man in the universe.
Yes. The Hegemon of Earth. Adolf Hitler. The man who lived a thousand years. God.
And then she learnt why it’s not a good idea to be a prisoner in the hands of the Hegemon’s men, especially now that they could clone your body and copy your brain – they could kill you as many times as they want, and you wouldn’t die.
They hung her until her face was black and there were feces and piss all over the ground. They fucked her until she was bleeding from every hole and lost too much blood. They crushed her until there wasn’t a single complete bone in her body. They lowered her into a pot of boiling oil until her legs were cooked and flesh was falling off. They tied her limps and head to five separate horses and made the horses gallop in different directions until she was torn apart. They kicked her to death. They infected her with rabies and left no cure. They froze her in Arctic Ocean. They dropped her into an erupting volcano. They disemboweled her, and then de-boned her. They choked her in her own wastes. They did everything.
She fought and screamed the first few times. Then she fought less. And then she stopped fighting altogether. Eventually, her brain had registered that all these deaths weren’t permanent, and she started hastening the process. And everything became routine.
But the last death was permanent. They didn’t copy her brain into another clone. They erased most of the contents of her brain, and altered her body into a male’s sick fantasy, and gave her a new profession and a lot of sick skills. The woman who died a thousand times was officially dead. Candie was born.
She still remembered the deaths, though. Just saw it through a detached, not-me point of view.
And then they pushed her through an experimental portal – straight into Althanas.
[I admit it. I’m a sick little girl. Too many skills? There're eleven. 5 are totally useless. 1 is a weakness. 2 are passive and don't count for much. That leaves 3 somewhat useful ones, of which none make sense.]
Name: Candie
Age: As Candie, 3. Before Candie, 24. So technically, 27.
Race: Part Cyborg/Part Genetically-altered Human
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 120 lbs
Alignment: Morbid Evil
Occupation: Nurse. Not the type who’ll heal you, though.
Personality:
Dying a thousand deaths had its impact on Candie’s psyche. She’s one sadistic kitty. Although she’s a nurse, she wasn’t quite interested in healing people. Rather, this profession had lent her a rather endless supply of victi– er, patients, to experiment on. See, there’s always a worse death out there somewhere, and it was up to Candie to find it.
When she wasn’t in one of her creative moods though, you’d find that Candie is quite polite, quite hyped up most of the time, and a bit of a blonde ditz.
Oh, and she’s driven purely by hedonism. And art. Because killing’s an art.
Appearance:
They altered her with prosthetics and god knows what else, until her skin was practically white, her teeth sparkles, her eyes shines, and her lips are glossy without lip-gloss. And no, don’t ask her how they did it. They just did. She had features like a porcelain doll – big eyes, delicate nose, baby-doll face, and all that. Her hair was pulled into two long ponytails that reached her waist, and they were always whipping in the wind, even when there are no winds. Life’s strange like that, too.
She wears this classical nurse outfit, a white one piece miniskirt with a red cross across the chest, and a little nurse’s hat with the same cross. There’s a corset behind it somewhere, and stripped stockings, and high-heeled white boots, and a white eye-patch across her left eye. And Candie is armed with a syringe; a giant syringe that’s at least a meter tall.
Skills/Traits:
Active Imagination
A very active imagination. She'll come up with some of the most brilliant and probably most insane ideas you’ve ever heard.
Ignoring You
It’s a skill, honest. I mean, you can be yelling in her ears and she’d still be ignoring you.
Brilliant Deduction
When normal people think, they go from point A to point B. Candie starts at point A, sails over to point C, makes a connection with point F, leaps back to point D, somehow teleports over to point Z, and then curves all the way back to point B. You can’t deny her utter brilliance.
Human Anatomy Expert
She knows exactly where to poke to hurt you the most (coughnetherregionscouth). And she knows where your blood veins are. She’s a nurse. She knows these things. ‘Nuff said.
Flashy Sparkles
See the giant syringe? See, when it’s empty, she can wave it around in the air and random sparkles come out. Sometimes, it’s more of a trail of glow rather than sparkles. Candie uses it to emphasize points when she’s talking.
Distraction
See, most men freeze when they see Candie. Unless they’re gay. Or really frigid. But while they’re drooling or having massive nosebleeds, Candie’ll be plotting wonderful, wonderful deaths.
Bad Aim
Her aim’s so bad; it’s a skill in itself. See, Candie can hit anything except what she was aiming for, unless she’s standing right beside her target. So in order to actually hit something in the long-range, Candie needs to aim for really, really, really, really random things. Like that rainbow-colored bird that just flew by.
Zero-space Pocket
She keeps her stuff here. It looks so much cooler than lugging a giant knapsack everywhere. Can be accessed anywhere and everywhere. Just a giant pocket somewhere in the galaxy. Currently empty.
Giant Ass-poke
It’s a skill that works well enough in close range. A giant ass-poke with the needle of a syringe. Sure, she misses most of the time… but it’s rather useful when she succeeds.
Neeeeeeee-dles.
Everyone hates needles, which is why it’s just so perfect. When the syringe is empty, it can be used as a rather effective syringe version of a crossbow. She takes aim, pulls the handle thingy out and then pushes it back in, and the needles shoot out like good ol’ arrows. However, it takes longer than a crossbow to reload. She’s somewhat below-average in this skill though. Doesn’t always hit her targets.
Goopy Liquids
Candie shoots goopy liquids out of the syringe. Only works when the syringe is already filled with something beforehand… like water, or a chocolate, or whatever. Anything. And when something’s in the syringe, it gets turned into goop. The goop is crimson, and both smells and tastes like blood… except it is goop, and not blood. Some poeple call it pudding. It's sorta pudding, too, but Candie likes calling it goop. It’s really hard to walk in the goop, because it’s like walking in pudding – you fall right in. Talking in the goop is not a good idea either, because it fills your mouth. And your nose. And you eyes. But somehow, the goop does not kill you, and you will stay miraculously alive, and you can eat your way out. Because the goop is like pudding – blood flavored pudding. And if you really don’t want to eat your way out… it disappears, in about 2 hours. Only at the moment, Candie can't produce enough goop to make things fun. She can't really cover anyone completely. Maybe part of their head... or legs... or arms... but not the whole person.
The syringe contains up to a maximum of 20 liters of goop. Only a maximum of 5 liters can be shot out at once. There must be a ten-minutes break between each shot. A syringe can be refilled trice per day, with a 5 hours wait between each refill.
Oh, and Candie doesn’t aim right.
Equipment:
Nurse Uniforms
Candie never seems to run out of her supply nurse uniforms. She probably stockpiles it in the Zero-space Pocket.
Giant Syringe
A giant syringe around a meter or so tall, and thirty-cm wide, the needle none withstanding.
Iron Needles
A bundle of iron-needles for the syringe, ‘bout 20 cm long each. Equivalent to arrows for a bow. They hurt, a lot.
History:
They killed her a thousand times.
She was twenty-four; young, beautiful, horny as hell and a damned good professor in a damned good university. Until, that is, someone accused her of being an accomplice in murder. And not just any murder – the murder of the most powerful man in the universe.
Yes. The Hegemon of Earth. Adolf Hitler. The man who lived a thousand years. God.
And then she learnt why it’s not a good idea to be a prisoner in the hands of the Hegemon’s men, especially now that they could clone your body and copy your brain – they could kill you as many times as they want, and you wouldn’t die.
They hung her until her face was black and there were feces and piss all over the ground. They fucked her until she was bleeding from every hole and lost too much blood. They crushed her until there wasn’t a single complete bone in her body. They lowered her into a pot of boiling oil until her legs were cooked and flesh was falling off. They tied her limps and head to five separate horses and made the horses gallop in different directions until she was torn apart. They kicked her to death. They infected her with rabies and left no cure. They froze her in Arctic Ocean. They dropped her into an erupting volcano. They disemboweled her, and then de-boned her. They choked her in her own wastes. They did everything.
She fought and screamed the first few times. Then she fought less. And then she stopped fighting altogether. Eventually, her brain had registered that all these deaths weren’t permanent, and she started hastening the process. And everything became routine.
But the last death was permanent. They didn’t copy her brain into another clone. They erased most of the contents of her brain, and altered her body into a male’s sick fantasy, and gave her a new profession and a lot of sick skills. The woman who died a thousand times was officially dead. Candie was born.
She still remembered the deaths, though. Just saw it through a detached, not-me point of view.
And then they pushed her through an experimental portal – straight into Althanas.
[I admit it. I’m a sick little girl. Too many skills? There're eleven. 5 are totally useless. 1 is a weakness. 2 are passive and don't count for much. That leaves 3 somewhat useful ones, of which none make sense.]