forum 450 // Private O/O // Closed // Mature-ish?

Started May 11, 2020 by @Mojack group

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@Knick
Template or nah?

Sure, it’ll help me get a better feel for my character. And maybe other people if they want to stalk.

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Okay, I can make a character. Might take a while though since I’m not at home right now. I’ll probably wait to get there before I do that.

Name: Celia Sawyer (goes by 450, Celia is more of a ‘human name’ for her given that most people would probably rather not call her a bunch of numbers despite her not being bothered by it.)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Questioning. Maybe Bi.
Aliases: Four Fifty; Four Hundred and Fifty; 450 (you get it, basically anything that means 450) and Shriseih, her ‘true’ name, although rarely used.

Appearance: A woman of around 5’7” in height. Her structure could be described as ‘smaller’, although due to her lifestyle (and biology) lightly muscled. Her skin is more of a pale, obviously not having seen much sun in her life. Her eyes, perhaps a unique feature of hers, are a lightish blue, with flecks of gold/amber in them. Due to the nature of civilization and technology on Earth this could just be passed off as eye modification, however, it is completely natural for Celia. Her hair is an auburn, medium length. Typically tied into a loose bun. A particularly large burn scar marks her back, while she has a scar from some sort of (large) cut on her chest, as well as one vertical incision scar on where her kidney would be located.
Clothing: It was more so clothing that Celia had to grab, preferring not to be clothe-less on the streets. Even she’s got standards. Wears a white tank top, and typically a frock coat. Her pants are a dark green to go, while she wears desert boots. An odd matchup indeed, especially if you take into the fact Celia also adorns a dark brown scarf, in which she sometimes uses to cover up various parts of her face.
Personality: The fact that Celia was not exposed to a lot of human activities shows, although she tries to hide it. Celia is a confident woman, with a slightly manipulative side to her. She’s an opportunist, grabbing whatever chances she sees, no matter the cost. Due to her nonhuman nature as well as background, she lacks the empathy that most people have…but she does try to care a bit more. She really does. She’s also quite taunting, sometimes “flying too close to the sun” as described by someone in her life. However, Celia also retains a caring and maybe even possessive side to her. Once she gets hooked on something or someone, it’s hard to shake her off..
Background: Growing up on Earth, Celia actually lacks parents, or at least lacks them in the traditional way. She was born in a (slightly illegal) research lab, in which she was quote on quote made in a test tube, and spent much of her first weeks in a tank filled with a ‘fluid’ in it before she finally started to walk. Celia was not the only one there though. There were other kids, all around her age. She was not encouraged to make friends, or at least permanent ones, however. In fact, what interaction she got was limited and the most motherly figure she’d seen in her life was the artificial simulation of a Bloodjaw Mother.
That’s right - Celia was born from raw DNA taken from the thought to be extinct Bloodjaw. And so were all those kids down there as well— most of them had been seized in a raid to the facility about a year ago, though. Celia fled - and travelled quite far from her city into a much larger one…not sure of her purpose, just knowing that she was pretty much not intended to exist and that she had to tread pretty lightly.
Other: Celia can get “set off” by blood. It isn’t guaranteed, like she won’t get set off by a droplet or two, but if there’s a lot…Celia finds it hard to repress her instincts.
She will bite herself (generally her lips) if stressed or anxious. Can be absentmindedly or conscious.

((It’s fine, take your time!))

Name: Radi Lovric
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Aliases: N/A (or TBD)

Appearance: Stands at around 5’11”. Body type could be described as kind of muscled but not really, a little softer but not noticeably so unless you’re really looking. Pale skin given his family history and origins, dark eyes - shade of brown, easier to see in the light. His hair, meanwhile, is a fair shade of brown and a shorter length, but he keeps his head and face covered most of the time so doesn’t really keep it brushed except for certain scenarios.
Clothing:Wears typically darker clothing of the red shade. Boots, pants, and a longer but thin jacket are his style. Of course, also wears a black shirt. Occasionally gloves, usually only for work though. He’s got something that could be described as a scarf but not really which he wears often to cover his head and face. A hood if he wants to. And of course his Scrapping Clothing, which will be described in RP prob.
Personality: Radi tends to be an individual that doesn’t like change. He is, however, curious and doesn’t seem to mind asking questions or going where he shouldn’t be. He can even come across as stubborn to some. Despite that, Radi can become flattered surprisingly easy if you know what words to say.
Background: Radi sees a complicated upbringing. Having family in two separate, rival cartels, he lives a pretty high-tension life. Although one of the cartels he’s considered closer to, that doesn’t stop him from being involved in both of the cartels activities. The city doesn’t really bother with the cartels unless they start murdering people which doesn’t happen that much, so for the most part, he’s good in that record.
Although Radi may have that issue, his main job isn’t to do with them but rather a Scrapper. He works at a scrapping field, may not have good working conditions but boy does it pay, as long as he does the work. More so given his living circumstances. To others, the pay he gets may not seem like much but to Radi, it’s worth a lot.
Although he does prefer to stay on the good side of the law, that doesn’t mean he’s not up to some….interesting stuff in his spare time.
Other: His favourite food is mochi, of which can basically be considered his weakness.

Celia had only been free for a year now, and it had felt like a century to her. Most people didn’t bother you as long as you did your own thing, but there were a few that did. Thugs, petty thieves, whatever - Celia dealt with them in her own little way. She preferred the non-murderous route, but if it came to that, well…

It came to that.

Celia had been to many cities in this time, although she’d decided to stay still for a while. Not go anywhere else. Not make a large trip to another city. Quite frankly, Celia liked this city, even if the lights and noise were a bit of a sensory overload for her first few days here. Eventually she’d gotten used to it, though.

And so we end up here. At the market, Celia inspected what was around her. Celia didn’t have any sort of job - any sort of home, but at this sort of market, it was pretty easy to just take what you wanted without anyone seeing. She didn’t make money. Not in the traditional way, at least. As for a home, Celia claimed the lower levels, sewers, closed in areas as her home. Wet areas. Felt more comfortable there. She stayed somewhere for a few nights and then moved on over. It was pretty common for other people, not just Celia.

Her nose drifts her to the scent of some meat, despite the rain interfering with some of her senses. Celia observes it for a while, deciding to consider all of her choices before making the final one.

It had been a few hours, maybe one or two since his shift had ended. Radi decided to move into the market to grab something to eat before he went home. He wasn’t sure what he’d be getting, but he would be fine with whatever he received. For now, he was focused on actually getting through the market, which was a busy place despite it still being one of many in the city.

As he walked he lifted his right arm, checking his communication device at which someone..had they changed their usernames, again??… had left a message stating that they needed someone by the market to pick up a package and keep it safe for the time being. Radi was probably the best person for that given his low profile.

sure, im close by so ill be there in a few minutes.

Lowering his arm Radi stopped at a stand by a shorter woman. He didn’t pay her too much mind, she was just another person after all. Not of any importance to him. He picked his hand, checking to make sure if he had a good amount of money with him.

Celia glances up as a taller man stands next to her. Unable to see most of his features, Celia gives another curious glance before walking forwards. It was time.

A crowd of people. Friends, family, or just complete strangers? Celia didn’t care. She slipped by them and reached a hand forwards, quickly snatching whatever she could and slipping off as though she were never there in the first place. The further away she got, the faster she ran.

Radi glances at the woman, not noticing her movement at first until he realizes she’s..stealing. His eyes wander across her features for a few moments until she runs off, making a note in his mind. Remember that woman. Something about her seemed almost peculiar…

Paying no mind at the moment Radi stepped up and made his purchase. He slipped away from the stand and glanced at the coordinates he was given. Basically right around the corner. Radi made his way over to the convenient alleyway.

No one came in her pursuit and Celia was free to enjoy her ‘well earned’ meal. Her teeth were able to rip through it with ease. It was hard to notice by itself, but if you were really looking at her mouth for whatever reason, you could tell that her canines, for a humans, were a bit bigger than normal as well as other teeth a bit sharper or shaped differently. Most of which could be passed off for underlying conditions or modifications, but someone studying her would be able to tell that these teeth were a hundred percent natural…

As she glanced back her eyes caught sight of that man again, and her interest was piqued. What could this individual be doing? Celia didn’t have much to do. This was really her routine, actually. Follow random people when you had nothing to do, either waiting for them to shake you, notice you, or for something to pop up along the way. A pretty interesting way of living life, one she’d adapted fairly recently. Kind of different from her previous in which she preferred not to be bothered.
She slinked after the person.

The exchange is quick and without word. Radi recognizes the guy as one of his many cousins, but no words are exchanged between them. He tucks the package underneath his arm and turns around just as he catches glance of a shadow of someone moving into the alleyway.

I..really just want to get out of here.

He’s silent as he holds a firm gaze on where he saw movement. Glancing back, his cousin is already gone. Slipped away. Radi looks forwards again and shakes off any hesitation he had, marching on forwards. Maybe it’s nothing. He’s sure he can handle whatever’s ahead, though his arms are full right now..

Celia’s well aware she’s been detected. She wasn’t trying to hide herself, anyways. This one looked like he’d be fun to investigate.

As he nears her, Celia suddenly rushes out and nearly collides with him. All of it is on purpose however - Celia doesn’t make mistakes. According to herself, at least. She stumbles backwards, and gives a sheepish smile - without the teeth. “Oh— Sorry! Wasn’t looking out for my surroundings!”

Radi staggered back, blinking as he focused in on her. Yeah, that’s the girl he saw before. The thief. He pulls the package closer to him instinctively. She wasn’t interested in what he had though. Right?

“Hello.” He manages out after a few seconds of silence. “And what are you..doing here?” He adds on in question. Radi almost seems to be inching to the side, not out of fear of conflict, though he’d prefer to avoid it, but rather out of tiredness and readiness to get home.

She frowns for a moment at the lack of his response to her earlier words. It seems as though he did not want to be here. “Oh,” she tapped a finger on her lips. “Just exploring, you know? There’s a lot of alleyways in this city, and sometimes, they have cool little things in them.” It’s not a very good excuse, and quite frankly, her playful tone almost makes her come off as some sort of villain doing their monologue. But Celia hated monologues, for a fun fact.

“Can I have a peek? In that box of yours?”

Radi exhales. It’s not really a sigh, more of an annoyed breath outwards. “No.” He answers sternly, before stepping forwards. He’s hungry, he’s tired and he wants to go home.

He looks down at the woman. “Who are you, anyways?” His tone is annoyed, and he’s not really asking the question as one to be answered. It could even come off as a mocking question of some sort. Because honestly, Radi has never seen or heard of this woman in his life, and she’s already annoying him…

Celia frowns again, although this time it lasts longer. “Huh.” She tilts her head, stepping back as he begins to walk off. When the question comes though, Celia stops. And thinks.

“Four Fifty,” she says after a moment. She’s got a smile on her face, still not showing her teeth and her eyes are closed. It wasn’t that she was hesitant or anything, it was more ‘this conversation could go so many direction, I’d better be smart with what I say.’

As he was turning away, already heading off, he stops. 450…

“..What kind of parent would name their child, ‘Four-fifty?’” His words are muttered with little pause, glancing at her from the corner of his eyes.

Celia didn’t turn away from him. Eyes on the man the entire time, she states her answer. “The kind of parent that never existed to begin with.” Although that statement could’ve been better said in a more mellow tone (not to say her tone hadn’t evened out, lessening from the previous playful tone from before) she still spoke in a somewhat lifted tone. Casually.

Radi stays silent for a little longer, not sure what to think of that. Individuals that typically had numbers for names were robots. She didn’t look like much of a machine, though.

Without another word, Radi resumes his travel.

Celia watches the man. He looked to be thinking, considering her words. And then, he turns away, just like that.
But Celia - Celia doesn’t want him to go. Not yet, anyways. Something about him has her curious - even more so than before. Celia leapt forwards, attempting to wrap her hands around his left arm. She also attempts to bring herself close to him. Switching with ease to a more…sympathetic tone, or maybe even worried, Celia speaks.

“Please don’t leave me— I really, really need a place to stay..” It was as if her atmosphere had changed completely.

What..
Radi freezes up, heartbeat rising due to the sudden contact. It’s as if his entire body stiffens, and he stands, unmoving. Not reacting. Though he does hear her speak.

“Who- Or what are you running from,” he speaks after regaining composure, though his voice is a bit nervous, despite his attempts to sound confident.

Smiling for a brief moment, Celia answers. “Some really bad people. I don’t think I should say their names, lest you get involved in it…” Truth be told, Celia was pretty sure the government had given up on her. She was out there. Wasn’t killing people, wasn’t bugging anyone. Majorly at least.

“So..can I? Please…?”

Get off of me..please…

“Sure,” he says after a moment. Oh, why did he say that? The last thing he needs is more drama in his life. Although the woman..450, seems to be pretty sure that he’ll be okay. I mean, he’s pretty sure those bad people don’t want two cartels after them, so he should be alright…

“Can….you get off of me?”