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somesayinfire) wrote2013-06-30 02:03 pm
somesayinfire) wrote2013-06-30 02:03 pm
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savetheearth application
OOC Information:
Name: Colin
Are you over 15? Yes
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IC Information:
Name: Tara "Terra" Markov in her preincarnation, Brooke Reynolds nowadays
Canon: Teen Titans (cartoon)
Age: 15 preincarnated, 23 in her new life
Preincarnation Appearance: More or less a full body shot. She wears brown boots that are slightly out of frame.
Any differences: Brooke's a couple inches taller, around 5'7", and prefers dressing a little more formally than the average early-20s-er—you know, white button-down shirts, black ties, dress pants. No gloves, no work boots, and definitely no goggles.
Preincarnated History: Tara grew up in a big city as the daughter of two incredibly rich people. She spent a lot of her life being pampered, being given everything she wanted, going to the best schools in the area, all that kind of stuff. When she was 10, though, she noticed that she had the ability to control dirt and rocks with her brain. She kept it a secret for a couple years until one particular emotional outburst at 13 led to catastrophe. She lost control and caused an earthquake, destroying her house and killing her parents. Faced with that reality, she did the only thing she could think of and ran. She abandoned everything about her life and chose a new name for herself, hoping to escape those horrible memories.
Terra showed up in Jump City as a girl on the run, trying to keep herself alive as a giant scorpion chased her down a canyon. The Teen Titans, a local group of superheroes, showed up on the scene to help her, but found out that she didn't need it—she'd soon trapped the scorpion, then smashed it to bits with rocks that she controlled with her mind. The Titans took pity on her and gave her a place to stay for a little while, just to get herself cleaned up and back on track in her life. Once the leader, Robin, noticed that she'd actually fit in pretty well on the team, he reconsidered the "just for a little while" bit.
After a fight against resident supervillain Slade that resulted in a cave-in, Robin figured out that Terra had pretty serious control issues, but still offered her a position on the team. Since Terra had only trusted that secret to the team's goofball changeling, Beast Boy, she immediately assumed he'd betrayed her and ran off again. But Slade kept his eye on her.
A couple months later, she showed up at Titans Tower again with her control issues seemingly gone and regained the trust of nearly everyone on the team. Only Raven held out, but after the two of them helped save the Tower from being swallowed by robotic laser-shooting worms (long story), even Raven warmed up to Terra. Big mistake. Terra took Beast Boy out on a date on the same night that Titans Tower mysteriously got broken into by an army of Slade's henchmen. Slade himself decided to crash the date and reveal Terra for the traitor she was. With both Terra and Beast Boy's hearts broken, they went their separate ways and Terra was labeled a persona non grata around the Titans. She trained intensively under Slade from then on, eventually becoming his apprentice.
As Slade's apprentice, Terra was given a new look on life and a new costume to match. The suit Slade had made for her allowed him full control over her powers and her limbs, in the unlikely event that she would ever fail to meet her goal. And her goal? To kill the Titans. She succeeded—sort of—and she and Slade took over Jump City. One day, after the city had fallen under darkness, the Titans returned. She hadn't properly killed them; all she did was trap them in the earth, and they'd apparently found an underground cavern to regroup in. They weren't holding anything back anymore. They were ready to kill, but Terra wasn't ready to die. She ran away from the confrontation to Slade's underground base for safety. But when she got there, Slade threw her across the room and reminded her that she promised to obey his every order.
The Titans followed her to Slade's base, eager to end this once and for all. Slade took control of Terra, now his unwilling puppet, and though Terra fought every step of the way, she couldn't break his control—until Slade slipped up. His mistake was trying to force Terra to kill Beast Boy with a stalactite. He'd forgiven her over and over, he'd trusted her and vice versa, and she had to prove to him that she was worth forgiving this one, final time. She forced herself out of Slade's control to pummel him with the same stalactite, then declared right in his face, "You can't control me anymore!"
Her powers flared and sparked a volcanic eruption. Slade's earthen base cracked and the ground opened to a pit of magma. And he fell. Consumed by the lava and finally out of Terra's life for good. But the volcano was still set to erupt, and there was only one way to stop it. Giving tearful goodbyes, thanking everybody for the final chance she'd been given, Terra moved herself above the lava and put out one last burst of energy.
The volcano subsided. Jump City was safe again. But the fallout from Terra's last push had encased her in stone, a statue forever trapped underneath the city. It became her marker. Her epitaph read, "Terra. A Teen Titan. A true friend."
Reincarnated History: Brooke grew up pretty by-the-book. Her parents were comfortably upper middle class, enough to put her into the Starling-Chandler School for the entirety of her educational career. She witnessed a near-fatal car crash when she was eight, and though the nightmares didn't keep her up at night, they definitely still happened. Eventually she decided that, to ease her fear from those memories, she'd learn more about what happens to people after they die. Everybody had their own opinions on it; the only facts she could find were in morticians' offices and morgues.
It started off as a way to help her sleep, but soon, Brooke realized that she could use her knowledge to help other people, too. Who didn't want some reassurance that their loved ones were being taken care of? Her parents were equal parts grossed out and disappointed at her decision to move on to a non-Ivy university, but Brooke couldn't be tamed. She graduated fairly high in her class with an associate's degree in mortuary science. Nowadays, she works in the crematorium of a local funeral home, though she has aspirations to become a full mortician in the future and does additional odd jobs around the home whenever she can.
First Echo: Near the end of her ninth year at Starling, Brooke was walking home through an unfamiliar part of town after spending the evening with her friends. She took a wrong turn and ended up in a darkened alleyway where a police officer in plain, ragged clothes was waiting on what must have been a stakeout. In the dim light, she looked like she matched the description of a dangerous suspect, so the officer shouted out and started chasing the now-startled Brooke. He gave up once she got into the light of a nearby convenience store (she was basically only a match for height), and once he was gone Brooke clutched her stomach as the weirdest sensation came over her. She had this strange moment of déjà vu where she could swear she'd been running exactly like that before, being chased through a place with high walls and afraid for her life. A canyon and a scorpion? It... didn't make sense. She'd never even set foot in the desert.
Preincarnation Personality: Terra considered herself a fairly easygoing kind of person, free to go from place to place without getting tied down to anyone or anything. Of course, she couldn't afford to do that anyway. She'd already hurt people she cared about with her powers, so she had to keep her control issues a secret. She didn't trust easily and took betrayal incredibly hard. She wanted nothing more than to gain control of herself and her powers, if not so she could have a chance to live a normal life, then so she could make up for the pain she'd caused herself and others. To that end, she was pretty easy to manipulate as soon as someone (like Slade) figured out what she was after.
All that stuff ran beneath the surface, though. Terra's front was a girl who didn't let anything get to her and just wanted to chill out, watch the tube, listen to some tunes, and eat pizza. Pretty normal teenager stuff. She definitely enjoyed all those things, make no mistake, but they weren't all that she was about. Even with her power issues to worry about, she considered herself kind of a daredevil, and that blurred the line between front and not. She had awesome powers—she could fly! She could rush through the desert in the blink of an eye just by manipulating the sand, or lift up a boulder and overlook the entire city from hundreds of feet in the air, or... the possibilities were endless. And she loved them all.
She fell in love readily, too. First with Beast Boy, in a happier relationship, because she knew she could trust him. Even after the "unpleasantness", when she became a spy for Slade and returned to the Titans, he was the only one she cared enough about to save from the attack on Titans Tower. Then later, with Slade, her love disappeared, turned to devotion, to gratefulness and only a little fear. She knew that she could trust him, too. Gaining her trust was hard, but once you had it, she would do anything for you. For better or for worse.
Any differences: Where Terra was a risk-taker, Brooke grew up slightly more reserved. She worked hard in all her classes and was all too happy to wait until her homework was done before she watched TV. If she'd known that she could manipulate the earth at 15, she probably would have used it to study geology.
Brooke is a genuine and happy person, since she's never really felt like she has anything to hide or be ashamed of. In fact, she delights in telling people what her job is, because it always freaks them out, and that's actually kind of hilarious. At the end of the day, a mortician's job is to help people cope; the dead bodies are just incidental. Most of the time. And Brooke really wants to help people in any way she can. She has all this knowledge, even if most of it is book-smarts, so why not put it to use?
She might be a little too trusting in that respect. Since she never really experienced a lot of hardship, she doesn't have a reason to distrust many people. People have told her that that's a pretty big risk she's taking, that she's naïve or dumb, but this way of life has been working just fine for her so far. She has a decent sense of right and wrong, so don't expect her to rob a bank for you if you tell her it was your dead husband's last wish, but her altruistic streak runs deep once she gets around to tapping into it.
She definitely gets absorbed in her work and keeps somewhat erratic hours because of it. If anyone dies under strange circumstances, she can't help herself from inspecting the body until she has a decent idea of what happened—if she gets a decent idea of what happened. Sure, that's more the domain of the morgue, but what can she say, she loves a good mystery. Working around dead people so much has also kind of jaded her to the idea of romance, just because she's not sure what she'd do if the body she had to take care of was one of her loved ones. Friendship is about as far as she's willing to go for now, though she's not people-shy. When she's not caught up in her work, she prefers the company of her fellow night shift comrades and quiet, atmospheric bars where you don't have to drink a ton to have a great time.
Abilities: Terra was a geomancer in her previous life: She could control rocks, dirt, mud, and basically all kinds of earth. When she was just starting out, she mostly limited herself to rocks, using one of them to crush a giant scorpion chasing her through a canyon. She had enough coordination to use rocks of various sizes to ride through the air, too. When Slade took control of her, he whipped her into shape, making her confident enough in her powers to create giant fists out of mud, bring golems forth from the earth, and swallow people up in fissures. Her final show of power involved stopping a volcano from erupting, but of course, it ended tragically.
Roleplay Sample – Third Person:
Here goes nothing, Brooke thought to herself, slipping on her gloves and surgical mask. It really should have been a routine job. The paperwork had all been filled out and taken care of, the family had come to pay their last respects—hell, Brooke had even been there at the funeral. But seeing the brown-haired male body, foggy eyes glued shut and then re-opened to get out the plastic inserts, lips still closed by the same method, skin cold and pale like a thousand other bodies she'd burned before... by all means, it shouldn't have gotten to her like it did.
Anthony had been her closest friend growing up. They'd been a year apart and went to different schools, but they had grown closer around the time that people started caring about superhero movies again. Her friend was a total nerd for those kinds of things, and for a couple years he'd even managed to pass his interest in comics along to Brooke (at least until the workload really started to pile on). They'd seen some movies together, gotten pizza on the weekends, regular teenager stuff like that.
They'd drifted after school, of course. Anthony had gone out of state to some prestigious university like his parents wanted. At least they'd had technology to help keep in touch. His last status update said he was on his way back to town for spring break. His last one. Brooke shook her head, forcing herself to look up at the crematories on her right. His family had brought in one of those boards full of pictures of the deceased, the same kind she'd seen over and over again. But when she went to check on his mother to see if she wanted anything, she noticed that there was a picture of her in there, too. Taken on his phone, waiting in line for... some movie, she couldn't even remember anymore.
The details all blended together in her head, even just a few hours later. Anthony's mother had said something about how grateful she was that Brooke was part of her son's life. And Brooke forced herself to be professional the entire time. Like she was doing now, even as she removed the sheet covering Anthony's body. Her eyes passed over the hole in his chest. Anthony was the second childhood friend she'd had to burn. She tried not to think too hard as she pushed his rolling tray, the last bed he'd ever sleep on, into the retort. Just another routine job.
Roleplay Sample - Network:
Just in case these numbers actually do something, my name is Brooke Reynolds. I work in one of the funeral homes around here. I'm the cremator, specifically. Something weird came through here a few hours ago. I'm keeping it locked up in one of the furnaces since I think it's still alive. It's a cat, but... this is going to sound crazy. It has two thumbs. Human thumbs, on its pads where its regular thumbs should be.
I haven't told my boss about it yet because I actually want to have something to tell him. I can't tell him there's a cat with thumbs down here. I'd lose my job! These numbers seem weird enough. Maybe weird things call to each other, or something like that. Here goes, on the off chance that I'm not screaming into the abyss.
Name: Colin
Are you over 15? Yes
Contact: Plurk is probably the best way.
IC Information:
Name: Tara "Terra" Markov in her preincarnation, Brooke Reynolds nowadays
Canon: Teen Titans (cartoon)
Age: 15 preincarnated, 23 in her new life
Preincarnation Appearance: More or less a full body shot. She wears brown boots that are slightly out of frame.
Any differences: Brooke's a couple inches taller, around 5'7", and prefers dressing a little more formally than the average early-20s-er—you know, white button-down shirts, black ties, dress pants. No gloves, no work boots, and definitely no goggles.
Preincarnated History: Tara grew up in a big city as the daughter of two incredibly rich people. She spent a lot of her life being pampered, being given everything she wanted, going to the best schools in the area, all that kind of stuff. When she was 10, though, she noticed that she had the ability to control dirt and rocks with her brain. She kept it a secret for a couple years until one particular emotional outburst at 13 led to catastrophe. She lost control and caused an earthquake, destroying her house and killing her parents. Faced with that reality, she did the only thing she could think of and ran. She abandoned everything about her life and chose a new name for herself, hoping to escape those horrible memories.
Terra showed up in Jump City as a girl on the run, trying to keep herself alive as a giant scorpion chased her down a canyon. The Teen Titans, a local group of superheroes, showed up on the scene to help her, but found out that she didn't need it—she'd soon trapped the scorpion, then smashed it to bits with rocks that she controlled with her mind. The Titans took pity on her and gave her a place to stay for a little while, just to get herself cleaned up and back on track in her life. Once the leader, Robin, noticed that she'd actually fit in pretty well on the team, he reconsidered the "just for a little while" bit.
After a fight against resident supervillain Slade that resulted in a cave-in, Robin figured out that Terra had pretty serious control issues, but still offered her a position on the team. Since Terra had only trusted that secret to the team's goofball changeling, Beast Boy, she immediately assumed he'd betrayed her and ran off again. But Slade kept his eye on her.
A couple months later, she showed up at Titans Tower again with her control issues seemingly gone and regained the trust of nearly everyone on the team. Only Raven held out, but after the two of them helped save the Tower from being swallowed by robotic laser-shooting worms (long story), even Raven warmed up to Terra. Big mistake. Terra took Beast Boy out on a date on the same night that Titans Tower mysteriously got broken into by an army of Slade's henchmen. Slade himself decided to crash the date and reveal Terra for the traitor she was. With both Terra and Beast Boy's hearts broken, they went their separate ways and Terra was labeled a persona non grata around the Titans. She trained intensively under Slade from then on, eventually becoming his apprentice.
As Slade's apprentice, Terra was given a new look on life and a new costume to match. The suit Slade had made for her allowed him full control over her powers and her limbs, in the unlikely event that she would ever fail to meet her goal. And her goal? To kill the Titans. She succeeded—sort of—and she and Slade took over Jump City. One day, after the city had fallen under darkness, the Titans returned. She hadn't properly killed them; all she did was trap them in the earth, and they'd apparently found an underground cavern to regroup in. They weren't holding anything back anymore. They were ready to kill, but Terra wasn't ready to die. She ran away from the confrontation to Slade's underground base for safety. But when she got there, Slade threw her across the room and reminded her that she promised to obey his every order.
The Titans followed her to Slade's base, eager to end this once and for all. Slade took control of Terra, now his unwilling puppet, and though Terra fought every step of the way, she couldn't break his control—until Slade slipped up. His mistake was trying to force Terra to kill Beast Boy with a stalactite. He'd forgiven her over and over, he'd trusted her and vice versa, and she had to prove to him that she was worth forgiving this one, final time. She forced herself out of Slade's control to pummel him with the same stalactite, then declared right in his face, "You can't control me anymore!"
Her powers flared and sparked a volcanic eruption. Slade's earthen base cracked and the ground opened to a pit of magma. And he fell. Consumed by the lava and finally out of Terra's life for good. But the volcano was still set to erupt, and there was only one way to stop it. Giving tearful goodbyes, thanking everybody for the final chance she'd been given, Terra moved herself above the lava and put out one last burst of energy.
The volcano subsided. Jump City was safe again. But the fallout from Terra's last push had encased her in stone, a statue forever trapped underneath the city. It became her marker. Her epitaph read, "Terra. A Teen Titan. A true friend."
Reincarnated History: Brooke grew up pretty by-the-book. Her parents were comfortably upper middle class, enough to put her into the Starling-Chandler School for the entirety of her educational career. She witnessed a near-fatal car crash when she was eight, and though the nightmares didn't keep her up at night, they definitely still happened. Eventually she decided that, to ease her fear from those memories, she'd learn more about what happens to people after they die. Everybody had their own opinions on it; the only facts she could find were in morticians' offices and morgues.
It started off as a way to help her sleep, but soon, Brooke realized that she could use her knowledge to help other people, too. Who didn't want some reassurance that their loved ones were being taken care of? Her parents were equal parts grossed out and disappointed at her decision to move on to a non-Ivy university, but Brooke couldn't be tamed. She graduated fairly high in her class with an associate's degree in mortuary science. Nowadays, she works in the crematorium of a local funeral home, though she has aspirations to become a full mortician in the future and does additional odd jobs around the home whenever she can.
First Echo: Near the end of her ninth year at Starling, Brooke was walking home through an unfamiliar part of town after spending the evening with her friends. She took a wrong turn and ended up in a darkened alleyway where a police officer in plain, ragged clothes was waiting on what must have been a stakeout. In the dim light, she looked like she matched the description of a dangerous suspect, so the officer shouted out and started chasing the now-startled Brooke. He gave up once she got into the light of a nearby convenience store (she was basically only a match for height), and once he was gone Brooke clutched her stomach as the weirdest sensation came over her. She had this strange moment of déjà vu where she could swear she'd been running exactly like that before, being chased through a place with high walls and afraid for her life. A canyon and a scorpion? It... didn't make sense. She'd never even set foot in the desert.
Preincarnation Personality: Terra considered herself a fairly easygoing kind of person, free to go from place to place without getting tied down to anyone or anything. Of course, she couldn't afford to do that anyway. She'd already hurt people she cared about with her powers, so she had to keep her control issues a secret. She didn't trust easily and took betrayal incredibly hard. She wanted nothing more than to gain control of herself and her powers, if not so she could have a chance to live a normal life, then so she could make up for the pain she'd caused herself and others. To that end, she was pretty easy to manipulate as soon as someone (like Slade) figured out what she was after.
All that stuff ran beneath the surface, though. Terra's front was a girl who didn't let anything get to her and just wanted to chill out, watch the tube, listen to some tunes, and eat pizza. Pretty normal teenager stuff. She definitely enjoyed all those things, make no mistake, but they weren't all that she was about. Even with her power issues to worry about, she considered herself kind of a daredevil, and that blurred the line between front and not. She had awesome powers—she could fly! She could rush through the desert in the blink of an eye just by manipulating the sand, or lift up a boulder and overlook the entire city from hundreds of feet in the air, or... the possibilities were endless. And she loved them all.
She fell in love readily, too. First with Beast Boy, in a happier relationship, because she knew she could trust him. Even after the "unpleasantness", when she became a spy for Slade and returned to the Titans, he was the only one she cared enough about to save from the attack on Titans Tower. Then later, with Slade, her love disappeared, turned to devotion, to gratefulness and only a little fear. She knew that she could trust him, too. Gaining her trust was hard, but once you had it, she would do anything for you. For better or for worse.
Any differences: Where Terra was a risk-taker, Brooke grew up slightly more reserved. She worked hard in all her classes and was all too happy to wait until her homework was done before she watched TV. If she'd known that she could manipulate the earth at 15, she probably would have used it to study geology.
Brooke is a genuine and happy person, since she's never really felt like she has anything to hide or be ashamed of. In fact, she delights in telling people what her job is, because it always freaks them out, and that's actually kind of hilarious. At the end of the day, a mortician's job is to help people cope; the dead bodies are just incidental. Most of the time. And Brooke really wants to help people in any way she can. She has all this knowledge, even if most of it is book-smarts, so why not put it to use?
She might be a little too trusting in that respect. Since she never really experienced a lot of hardship, she doesn't have a reason to distrust many people. People have told her that that's a pretty big risk she's taking, that she's naïve or dumb, but this way of life has been working just fine for her so far. She has a decent sense of right and wrong, so don't expect her to rob a bank for you if you tell her it was your dead husband's last wish, but her altruistic streak runs deep once she gets around to tapping into it.
She definitely gets absorbed in her work and keeps somewhat erratic hours because of it. If anyone dies under strange circumstances, she can't help herself from inspecting the body until she has a decent idea of what happened—if she gets a decent idea of what happened. Sure, that's more the domain of the morgue, but what can she say, she loves a good mystery. Working around dead people so much has also kind of jaded her to the idea of romance, just because she's not sure what she'd do if the body she had to take care of was one of her loved ones. Friendship is about as far as she's willing to go for now, though she's not people-shy. When she's not caught up in her work, she prefers the company of her fellow night shift comrades and quiet, atmospheric bars where you don't have to drink a ton to have a great time.
Abilities: Terra was a geomancer in her previous life: She could control rocks, dirt, mud, and basically all kinds of earth. When she was just starting out, she mostly limited herself to rocks, using one of them to crush a giant scorpion chasing her through a canyon. She had enough coordination to use rocks of various sizes to ride through the air, too. When Slade took control of her, he whipped her into shape, making her confident enough in her powers to create giant fists out of mud, bring golems forth from the earth, and swallow people up in fissures. Her final show of power involved stopping a volcano from erupting, but of course, it ended tragically.
Roleplay Sample – Third Person:
Here goes nothing, Brooke thought to herself, slipping on her gloves and surgical mask. It really should have been a routine job. The paperwork had all been filled out and taken care of, the family had come to pay their last respects—hell, Brooke had even been there at the funeral. But seeing the brown-haired male body, foggy eyes glued shut and then re-opened to get out the plastic inserts, lips still closed by the same method, skin cold and pale like a thousand other bodies she'd burned before... by all means, it shouldn't have gotten to her like it did.
Anthony had been her closest friend growing up. They'd been a year apart and went to different schools, but they had grown closer around the time that people started caring about superhero movies again. Her friend was a total nerd for those kinds of things, and for a couple years he'd even managed to pass his interest in comics along to Brooke (at least until the workload really started to pile on). They'd seen some movies together, gotten pizza on the weekends, regular teenager stuff like that.
They'd drifted after school, of course. Anthony had gone out of state to some prestigious university like his parents wanted. At least they'd had technology to help keep in touch. His last status update said he was on his way back to town for spring break. His last one. Brooke shook her head, forcing herself to look up at the crematories on her right. His family had brought in one of those boards full of pictures of the deceased, the same kind she'd seen over and over again. But when she went to check on his mother to see if she wanted anything, she noticed that there was a picture of her in there, too. Taken on his phone, waiting in line for... some movie, she couldn't even remember anymore.
The details all blended together in her head, even just a few hours later. Anthony's mother had said something about how grateful she was that Brooke was part of her son's life. And Brooke forced herself to be professional the entire time. Like she was doing now, even as she removed the sheet covering Anthony's body. Her eyes passed over the hole in his chest. Anthony was the second childhood friend she'd had to burn. She tried not to think too hard as she pushed his rolling tray, the last bed he'd ever sleep on, into the retort. Just another routine job.
Roleplay Sample - Network:
Just in case these numbers actually do something, my name is Brooke Reynolds. I work in one of the funeral homes around here. I'm the cremator, specifically. Something weird came through here a few hours ago. I'm keeping it locked up in one of the furnaces since I think it's still alive. It's a cat, but... this is going to sound crazy. It has two thumbs. Human thumbs, on its pads where its regular thumbs should be.
I haven't told my boss about it yet because I actually want to have something to tell him. I can't tell him there's a cat with thumbs down here. I'd lose my job! These numbers seem weird enough. Maybe weird things call to each other, or something like that. Here goes, on the off chance that I'm not screaming into the abyss.