Post by Covert0ddity on Feb 23, 2014 6:31:21 GMT
BYOND Key: Covert0ddity
Character name: Selvion Azikael Renworth
Character age: 31
Backstory:
Who am I?
Who am I…
What a question. The only question without any answers. The only question that cannot be answered by the wisest seer, by the oldest man. The only thing, I believe, which drives us on. The quest to find out we truly are. But that’s my philosophy.
I am Captain Selvion Azikael Renworth. I work aboard the NSS Aurora… thirty-one years of age. Never been married, probably never will be… I am a lifer in the service of NanoTrasen military. For seven years I have worked for, and prospered, in said military I have done things, and had things done to me, that you would only imagine in your worst nightmares.
But that is not the story I will be telling today. The story; you ask? I have many.
Perhaps that is another thing that we, as people, seek. The right story. The story of our lives… the story of telling a story.
No, I won’t bore you with more of my egregious views on life. The story I present to you today, on February 22nd, 2456, is one of me. A notable fact about me, is my eyes. The eyes that were taken from me at a young age, the eyes that make me view the universe in two ways.
Black, and white. One, or the other. There is no grey area. There is no red, blues, yellows, greens or purples. The colours of the rainbow are all another shade of black and white. The colour of the sky, is white, on a sunny day. The colours of the eyes of the woman I used to love, which everyone said were a vivid green, are pools of black and white.
My mind works in the same way. I am a ruthless person, I rare give second chances. You do things for one reason or another. There are no stepping-stones, no mid-ways. Yes, or no. Wrong, or right. Do, or do not. One… or the other… which is part of the reason I lost Adrianna. But that… that is another tale. The tale that I will not be speaking of. To return to the subject…
I lost my eyes at twenty one. Ten or so years ago. My girlfriend at the time loved me partly for my eyes. They were a ocean-blue, an vivacious blend of teals and water. She said they displays my feelings as though they talked themselves; as though they were their own words. Before I lost them, some would consider me a handsom man. Someone to talk to without looking away… breaking eye contact.
How did I lose the only precious part of me? I did not simply lose them. They were taken from me. Just like so many other things have been taken from me, one way or another. These, however, were stolen with violence. And fire.
It was the first day of my second semester of senior year of college. Valentine’s day. I smiled to myself, rushing in my car to reach the nearest flower shop before my first period class began. A whole library of books in the passenger seat… I needed to turn them a few in today, but which ones? Deus… yes… what else? Compilation of Shakespearian works? No, that was due next week. Fuck it, I’ll remember later.
I pulled up to the flower shop, and got out of my car. I was still getting used to the gravity on Luna, so I walked somewhat hobbled-like. The bell ringed as I entered, a pretty little blonde woman stood tending the desk. Immediately the aroma of roses and violets hit me smack on the nose, and the vibrant colours of the shop filled my eyes with wonder. What wonder? Which would be the perfect match for Kiera.
The woman smiled at me as I browsed the flowers, and I returned the gesture, adding a single nod. A strand of my jet-black hair fell into my face, which reminded me that I needed to get a haircut. Next weekend. Then, I saw them. A bouquet of white tulips. Perfect. I quickly grabbed them, and placed them on the desk in front of the woman.
Her voice, opposite of her appearance, was hoarse and mal-nourished. Hearing her speak made me want to tear out the very drums of my ears… birdlike, I thought. The voice was so horrific that, I droned out her conversation, merely nodding and smiling, until I heard, “Fifteen credits, please,” as she slid the EFTPOS device onto the counter. I nodded once, and slid my card through. A ping made for a successful transaction, and I picked up the flowers and made way for my car.
Once I was a mile from my school, I glanced at my watch. Ten minutes time, until first period. Cursing under my breath, I pushed the speed limit by ten. No police, thankfully, as I pulled into the driveway, and high-tailed it, a stack of books topped with flowers in my arms.
I must have looked silly to the teachers and students yet to make it to their class, seeing a young man running with at least three feet of books, and at the top of it all a marvelous case of flowering. I chuckled at the thought of seeing their faces, and made it to my first period two minutes… after the bell rang.
Professor Kim didn’t seem to notice my entrance at all, but the one hundred plus of the class did. I could hear them gossiping about me already, and my face flushed with crimson. I sat in a desk, clearing my throat as I heard the Professor droning on about human anatomy. I didn’t worry much about taking notes; I held a 103% in this class anyway. Human Physiology and Anatomy. My mother had always wanted me to be a surgeon, before she died, and I was going to hold to that.
After the hour-long class was finished, I grabbed my tower of items, and made way for my dormitories, the dorms that I knew Kiera would be in. I set my books down, and picked up the flowers. I covered my face with them, and wryly walked up to her, and sat down. No response. Was she asleep? Must be.
I removed the flowers from my face. I touched her hand with the gentleness that I’d always had with her… she was cold. I frowned as I brought the hand up to her cheek. Also cold. I checked her pulse… nothing. I felt my throat closing, and a dull ache in my chest as I jumped up… and saw the bullet wound in the center of her forehead. I stood there, motionless apart from the shaking of my body, well for an hour. When I had finally absorbed the thought of her demise, I shambled towards my items, and grabbed my PDA. Dialing the local police force, I got an error message.
An error message? What the hell? That’s when I heard the door open. I quickly looked behind me, to see an old man… about Sixty. He bore a long, white beard, sported with nose piercings and bloodshot, black eyes, and a completely bald head. His mouth was agape, and he was breathing heavily. His teeth were yellowed and crooked, I smell his rancid breath from where I was. He wore naught but rags, and in his left hand, clenched a rusted, jagged dagger.
Then I recognized him. Samuel Azikael Renworth. My father.
I had ran away from my father at thirteen, to be accepted into college for having an exceptionally above-average GPA in my middle-school. He had owned a massive circuitry and robotics foundry on Mars, where he was amassing a fortune. He had wanted me to usurp his company, which was named Cyberien Castle Foundries. I, however, was no cut-throat, shrewd business man. When I told him this, he locked me away in our house’s basement, until I promised I would take the company.
That’s when I ran away, and boarded the shuttle destined for Luna. I applied for college at St. Paulson’s university, and was immediately accepted, full scholarship. Ever since, I had been afraid of the day that my father would come for me. But I had not expected this… mad man. This crazed, old villain that stood before me.
Before I could let out anything but a slight, feminine, squeak, he tackled me to the ground. In his pockets, was rope, and he turned me to my chest-side, and tied the rope forcefully around my hands as I yelled and kicked. He took my head, and bashed it against the floor. Silence.
I awoke with a start, still in my dormitories. It had to be late at night; no sun was coming in from the massive, eight-foot windows on the side of my dorms. No lights were on, except for my kitchen lights. I saw my father in the there, humming to himself. The refrigerator was wide-open, and my goods were spread all over the floors. He was making himself a sandwich from the carnage. I tried to speak, but found that a piece of dry, itchy gauss was in my mouth.
My father must have heard my muffled speech, because he looked up with a start. Slowly, he revealed his crooked smile, and raised the dagger. He made his way towards me, each step taking at least thirty seconds… which to me felt like an eternity. Without a word, as he got close to me, he opened my eyelids. I let out a muffled scream, as he dropped the dagger, and raised his dirt-caked, overly long fingernails.
I heard his laugh… his horrid, disgusting laugh as he plunged his pinky finger into my right eye, and starting digging around. A searing hot pain erupted from the area, along with a fountain of blood and juices. He smiles his wicked smile again, and plunged his other hand into my left eye. Blackness. I could feel no more pain… but I could still hear what was going on. This was my chance. I lifted my legs up, and kicked as hard as I was able.
I felt his groin against my bare feet, and heard a thud as he dropped to the floor. I got up, and ran forward. A crash… and then I felt air rushing between me. I must have ran right through one of my windows. The time I fell… must have been less than a second, the time it takes falling from a two story building. But to me… I saw images of my life fly by my non-existant eyes… then I felt the chair beneath me crumble, a piece of it jam into the small of my back, then blacked out.
I wasn’t sure where I had awoken, and I felt a large bandage over my eyes. Wait… my eyes. They were gone. How could I be seeing just a little bit of light peeking through the bandage? I heard a nurse walk in, and her soft, friendly voice say, “Mr. Renworth? Are you awake?”
“Yes… where am I?”
“You’re in St. Judes hospital, Mr. Renworth. You were attacked in your dorms. The perpetrator escaped…”
“Kiera. Did you find her?”
“Yes, Mr. Renworth. She’s dead.”
“I… I know.”
“Your eyes sustained heavy damage. We’ve replaced them with prosthesis.”
With that, the nurse took off the bandage. For the first time, I saw the objects and walls around my room in black and white. I felt like I was watching some old movie, as the nurse smiled at me. I heard my own whirr as the eyes locked in on her. “We’ve made them look as life-like as possible, Mr. Renworth.” Said the Nurse. She helped me up, and led me to a mirror.
In the place of where my blue, beautiful eyes used to be, were two, silver (or at least I thought) beads. They had small shutters, that I saw focus on the mirror, coupled with a whirr. I was speechless.
After a large amount of paperwork and tutorials on how to operate my eyes correctly, how to care for them, and etcetera, I was released from the hospital. I made my way to the nearest military Conscript area. I found a NanoTrasen booth. I signed up, and took my leave for the Tau Ceti system for bootcamp.
Item name: Selvion’s Sunglasses
Item description: A bright, shiny pair of sunglasses. They seem to be more tinted then regular sunglasses, and have the red hue of a SecHUD glasses. They seem to be regularly polished, and of fine quality.
Item Appearance: Normal SecHUD Sunglasses
Item Function: Now, this may seem odd. But I would prefer to have full security-hud functionality with this item. I’m up for having a debate, though. Keep in mind the only things I play Selvion as now, is Security, Head of Security, and Captain. All of which, I grab a SecHUD for. If needs be, I’m up for not using the sunglasses if I ever grab a civilian role.
Reason for item requested: Selvion has had mechanical eyes for a very long time. I’ve always had to bug admins for sunglasses, or take the walk to security to grab them. I think that Selvion, as a captain and rich-man, would petition to have his own custom-made sunglasses.
Character name: Selvion Azikael Renworth
Character age: 31
Backstory:
Who am I?
Who am I…
What a question. The only question without any answers. The only question that cannot be answered by the wisest seer, by the oldest man. The only thing, I believe, which drives us on. The quest to find out we truly are. But that’s my philosophy.
I am Captain Selvion Azikael Renworth. I work aboard the NSS Aurora… thirty-one years of age. Never been married, probably never will be… I am a lifer in the service of NanoTrasen military. For seven years I have worked for, and prospered, in said military I have done things, and had things done to me, that you would only imagine in your worst nightmares.
But that is not the story I will be telling today. The story; you ask? I have many.
Perhaps that is another thing that we, as people, seek. The right story. The story of our lives… the story of telling a story.
No, I won’t bore you with more of my egregious views on life. The story I present to you today, on February 22nd, 2456, is one of me. A notable fact about me, is my eyes. The eyes that were taken from me at a young age, the eyes that make me view the universe in two ways.
Black, and white. One, or the other. There is no grey area. There is no red, blues, yellows, greens or purples. The colours of the rainbow are all another shade of black and white. The colour of the sky, is white, on a sunny day. The colours of the eyes of the woman I used to love, which everyone said were a vivid green, are pools of black and white.
My mind works in the same way. I am a ruthless person, I rare give second chances. You do things for one reason or another. There are no stepping-stones, no mid-ways. Yes, or no. Wrong, or right. Do, or do not. One… or the other… which is part of the reason I lost Adrianna. But that… that is another tale. The tale that I will not be speaking of. To return to the subject…
I lost my eyes at twenty one. Ten or so years ago. My girlfriend at the time loved me partly for my eyes. They were a ocean-blue, an vivacious blend of teals and water. She said they displays my feelings as though they talked themselves; as though they were their own words. Before I lost them, some would consider me a handsom man. Someone to talk to without looking away… breaking eye contact.
How did I lose the only precious part of me? I did not simply lose them. They were taken from me. Just like so many other things have been taken from me, one way or another. These, however, were stolen with violence. And fire.
It was the first day of my second semester of senior year of college. Valentine’s day. I smiled to myself, rushing in my car to reach the nearest flower shop before my first period class began. A whole library of books in the passenger seat… I needed to turn them a few in today, but which ones? Deus… yes… what else? Compilation of Shakespearian works? No, that was due next week. Fuck it, I’ll remember later.
I pulled up to the flower shop, and got out of my car. I was still getting used to the gravity on Luna, so I walked somewhat hobbled-like. The bell ringed as I entered, a pretty little blonde woman stood tending the desk. Immediately the aroma of roses and violets hit me smack on the nose, and the vibrant colours of the shop filled my eyes with wonder. What wonder? Which would be the perfect match for Kiera.
The woman smiled at me as I browsed the flowers, and I returned the gesture, adding a single nod. A strand of my jet-black hair fell into my face, which reminded me that I needed to get a haircut. Next weekend. Then, I saw them. A bouquet of white tulips. Perfect. I quickly grabbed them, and placed them on the desk in front of the woman.
Her voice, opposite of her appearance, was hoarse and mal-nourished. Hearing her speak made me want to tear out the very drums of my ears… birdlike, I thought. The voice was so horrific that, I droned out her conversation, merely nodding and smiling, until I heard, “Fifteen credits, please,” as she slid the EFTPOS device onto the counter. I nodded once, and slid my card through. A ping made for a successful transaction, and I picked up the flowers and made way for my car.
Once I was a mile from my school, I glanced at my watch. Ten minutes time, until first period. Cursing under my breath, I pushed the speed limit by ten. No police, thankfully, as I pulled into the driveway, and high-tailed it, a stack of books topped with flowers in my arms.
I must have looked silly to the teachers and students yet to make it to their class, seeing a young man running with at least three feet of books, and at the top of it all a marvelous case of flowering. I chuckled at the thought of seeing their faces, and made it to my first period two minutes… after the bell rang.
Professor Kim didn’t seem to notice my entrance at all, but the one hundred plus of the class did. I could hear them gossiping about me already, and my face flushed with crimson. I sat in a desk, clearing my throat as I heard the Professor droning on about human anatomy. I didn’t worry much about taking notes; I held a 103% in this class anyway. Human Physiology and Anatomy. My mother had always wanted me to be a surgeon, before she died, and I was going to hold to that.
After the hour-long class was finished, I grabbed my tower of items, and made way for my dormitories, the dorms that I knew Kiera would be in. I set my books down, and picked up the flowers. I covered my face with them, and wryly walked up to her, and sat down. No response. Was she asleep? Must be.
I removed the flowers from my face. I touched her hand with the gentleness that I’d always had with her… she was cold. I frowned as I brought the hand up to her cheek. Also cold. I checked her pulse… nothing. I felt my throat closing, and a dull ache in my chest as I jumped up… and saw the bullet wound in the center of her forehead. I stood there, motionless apart from the shaking of my body, well for an hour. When I had finally absorbed the thought of her demise, I shambled towards my items, and grabbed my PDA. Dialing the local police force, I got an error message.
An error message? What the hell? That’s when I heard the door open. I quickly looked behind me, to see an old man… about Sixty. He bore a long, white beard, sported with nose piercings and bloodshot, black eyes, and a completely bald head. His mouth was agape, and he was breathing heavily. His teeth were yellowed and crooked, I smell his rancid breath from where I was. He wore naught but rags, and in his left hand, clenched a rusted, jagged dagger.
Then I recognized him. Samuel Azikael Renworth. My father.
I had ran away from my father at thirteen, to be accepted into college for having an exceptionally above-average GPA in my middle-school. He had owned a massive circuitry and robotics foundry on Mars, where he was amassing a fortune. He had wanted me to usurp his company, which was named Cyberien Castle Foundries. I, however, was no cut-throat, shrewd business man. When I told him this, he locked me away in our house’s basement, until I promised I would take the company.
That’s when I ran away, and boarded the shuttle destined for Luna. I applied for college at St. Paulson’s university, and was immediately accepted, full scholarship. Ever since, I had been afraid of the day that my father would come for me. But I had not expected this… mad man. This crazed, old villain that stood before me.
Before I could let out anything but a slight, feminine, squeak, he tackled me to the ground. In his pockets, was rope, and he turned me to my chest-side, and tied the rope forcefully around my hands as I yelled and kicked. He took my head, and bashed it against the floor. Silence.
I awoke with a start, still in my dormitories. It had to be late at night; no sun was coming in from the massive, eight-foot windows on the side of my dorms. No lights were on, except for my kitchen lights. I saw my father in the there, humming to himself. The refrigerator was wide-open, and my goods were spread all over the floors. He was making himself a sandwich from the carnage. I tried to speak, but found that a piece of dry, itchy gauss was in my mouth.
My father must have heard my muffled speech, because he looked up with a start. Slowly, he revealed his crooked smile, and raised the dagger. He made his way towards me, each step taking at least thirty seconds… which to me felt like an eternity. Without a word, as he got close to me, he opened my eyelids. I let out a muffled scream, as he dropped the dagger, and raised his dirt-caked, overly long fingernails.
I heard his laugh… his horrid, disgusting laugh as he plunged his pinky finger into my right eye, and starting digging around. A searing hot pain erupted from the area, along with a fountain of blood and juices. He smiles his wicked smile again, and plunged his other hand into my left eye. Blackness. I could feel no more pain… but I could still hear what was going on. This was my chance. I lifted my legs up, and kicked as hard as I was able.
I felt his groin against my bare feet, and heard a thud as he dropped to the floor. I got up, and ran forward. A crash… and then I felt air rushing between me. I must have ran right through one of my windows. The time I fell… must have been less than a second, the time it takes falling from a two story building. But to me… I saw images of my life fly by my non-existant eyes… then I felt the chair beneath me crumble, a piece of it jam into the small of my back, then blacked out.
I wasn’t sure where I had awoken, and I felt a large bandage over my eyes. Wait… my eyes. They were gone. How could I be seeing just a little bit of light peeking through the bandage? I heard a nurse walk in, and her soft, friendly voice say, “Mr. Renworth? Are you awake?”
“Yes… where am I?”
“You’re in St. Judes hospital, Mr. Renworth. You were attacked in your dorms. The perpetrator escaped…”
“Kiera. Did you find her?”
“Yes, Mr. Renworth. She’s dead.”
“I… I know.”
“Your eyes sustained heavy damage. We’ve replaced them with prosthesis.”
With that, the nurse took off the bandage. For the first time, I saw the objects and walls around my room in black and white. I felt like I was watching some old movie, as the nurse smiled at me. I heard my own whirr as the eyes locked in on her. “We’ve made them look as life-like as possible, Mr. Renworth.” Said the Nurse. She helped me up, and led me to a mirror.
In the place of where my blue, beautiful eyes used to be, were two, silver (or at least I thought) beads. They had small shutters, that I saw focus on the mirror, coupled with a whirr. I was speechless.
After a large amount of paperwork and tutorials on how to operate my eyes correctly, how to care for them, and etcetera, I was released from the hospital. I made my way to the nearest military Conscript area. I found a NanoTrasen booth. I signed up, and took my leave for the Tau Ceti system for bootcamp.
Item name: Selvion’s Sunglasses
Item description: A bright, shiny pair of sunglasses. They seem to be more tinted then regular sunglasses, and have the red hue of a SecHUD glasses. They seem to be regularly polished, and of fine quality.
Item Appearance: Normal SecHUD Sunglasses
Item Function: Now, this may seem odd. But I would prefer to have full security-hud functionality with this item. I’m up for having a debate, though. Keep in mind the only things I play Selvion as now, is Security, Head of Security, and Captain. All of which, I grab a SecHUD for. If needs be, I’m up for not using the sunglasses if I ever grab a civilian role.
Reason for item requested: Selvion has had mechanical eyes for a very long time. I’ve always had to bug admins for sunglasses, or take the walk to security to grab them. I think that Selvion, as a captain and rich-man, would petition to have his own custom-made sunglasses.
