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iseedeadpeopleOOC Information:
Name: Liz
Age: 21
AIM: effinscience
E-MAIL: enticementofscience@gmail.com
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IC Information:
Name: Desmond Miles
Fandom: Assassin’s Creed
Timeline:Let’s say middle of Brotherhood, so he’s extra crazy.
Age: 25
Appearance: He’s a pretty normal, good-looking kind of guy. Tall-ish, but hunches over, always wearing a white hoodie (it’s a family thing) and whatever else is comfortable to move in. He has short, dark hair, and is a bit on the tan side. He has pretty tacky tribal sleeve tattoo on his left arm and a scar on his lip, which evidently is hereditary. He’s really forgettable looking to be completely honest, which realistically is a good thing for him considering he’s been on the since he was 16.
Abilities: He can climb real good and fall into bales of hay with astonishing accuracy. Both of which are shockingly useful skills in his universe. He can also do some stuff like pickpocketing and eavesdropping, but honestly, climbing and falling is like. A million times more useful to him, let’s be honest.
On the slight more ~supernatural~ front, he can also see shit funny. Basically, Eagle vision breaks down like so: Everything looks blue for the most part, with enemies glowing red, allies glowing blue, targets glowing gold, and hiding places glowing white. Desmond mostly uses it as a built-in thermal imaging system, able to see long-since-cleaned up blood-writing and fingerprints on a keypad. Considering he’s a lover not a fighter 99% of the time, that’s definitely a much more useful application for him.
Personality: Desmond’s kinda a surly, distrustful guy at first, though granted, if I’d been kidnapped for science, I’d probably be a little annoyed too, but later his personality relaxes and while he never really loses his dickishness, it seems a little less scathing when he’s among friends. He doesn’t really have the brightest outlook on life either. Because of this, he has a pretty dark sense of humor. Black as night and sarcastic as anything, it is. So his jokes, while hilarious, are basically just met with “Desmond, not cool” at most every turn.
Despite having never finished his training, he does still have the ability to think like an Assassin and knows how to cover his tracks, and reveal information without actually giving anything away, considering he did manage to live off the grid for a number of years. He also has a pretty astonishing memory of his own, able to recall codes and passwords without writing them down and generalized historical events.
He’s also really opinionated and curious, and relatedly doesn’t know when to shut his damn mouth most of the time and hates when people only tell him half the story, so he asks a lot of questions when he’s conversing, usually. However, despite how talkative he seems, usually he just gets right to the point with what he’s trying to say and keeps his sentences pretty direct.
History: Up until he was 16, Desmond lived in an Assassin-run compound which basically kept the Templars out, and the bitty Assassins-in-training and their parents in. After realizing that being under parent-mandated house arrest was lame as shit, he got the fuck out of Dodge and ran his ass to New York. Clearly he learned a thing or two while he was there considering he managed to avoid getting dragged back home by his family which takes a bit of skill in the stealth department. He managed to get hired as a bartender so he wouldn’t end up, y’know, broke and homeless for the rest of his life, and was clearly good enough at it to make a living, and buy himself a motorcycle.
…Unfortunately that second thing kinda fucked him over because that’s what eventually leads him to get kidnapped by the Templars. Because he’s basically related to the Who’s Who of the Assassin world, that made him a bit of a target for Vidic’s Animus project, which is, to make a long story short, a way of reliving your dead relatives’ memories. He spends a week in and out of it reliving Altair’s memories to help Vidic and the rest of the Templars find a map that’ll lead them to a bunch of relics that can basically turn people into brainwashed slaves. So yeah, that’s bad. They’re right about to kill off Desmond because they don’t need him anymore, but thankfully the Assassin working undercover on this whole project steps in and saves his ass saying they might need him for something or other just in case there’s a problem finding the Pieces of Eden.
After a solid week of being someone else, Desmond learns how to see things funny, an ability which he got from Altair. It lets him see a bunch of hidden shit and people’s alliances and so on, and he uses this to look at the lovely writing the subject before him put all over everything while he waits to die, basically.
Thankfully, Lucy – once again – comes to his rescue and breaks the both of them the fuck out of Abstergo’s lab with a chip containing the life of Desmond’s next badass relative, Ezio. They escape to an Assassin hide-out where they’re basically going to use the Bleeding Effect to teach Desmond how to assassin in a few days. It works but unfortunately it has a side effect of fucking with your head something fierce: Hallucinations, what basically boils down to multiple personality disorder, the works, and it just keeps getting worse the longer Desmond fucks with his own head, so. That’s a thing.
Somewhere down the line of Ezio’s memory banks, a hologram of the Roman goddess Minerva decides to warn Desmond and everyone else in the we-have-cars-era that some shit went down and the Templars are probably gonna make shit go down again. Aaaaand then they get cornered by Vidic on the way out of their hide-out, but thankfully Desmond’s gotten crazy enough to be badass at this point and he and the other Assassins escape to Ezio’s old stomping ground in Monteriggioni where he continued his training/searching/decent into insanity.
Speaking of insanity, eventually Desmond and his entourage track down one of the Pieces of Eden and decide to go get it. And it’s up to Desmond to do special shit with his special DNA along the way, with a little bit of help from a hologram of Juno, to get to the Apple. …And then Juno does what she always does and acts like a colossal fucking bitch (seriously, it’s no small wonder Zeus didn’t want to fuck her) and possesses Desmond to make him stab Lucy. This, rather understandably, causes him to go into shock, which eventually leads him to just straight-up go into a coma, and consequently get hooked into the Animus to save his brain from melting out his ears basically.
In order to wake his ass back up, he needs to keep living Altair and Ezio’s memories so that the Animus can separate him from his dead grandpas, and avoid getting himself killed by the Animus’s anti-virus program with the help of Crazy McBloodwriting. So he does, which eventually leads to Subject 16 dying when the aforementioned anti-virus program decided to delete him, and to be charged with a mission from another Roman deity to go to the Grand Temple in New York. And that gets us to America Fuck Yeah, aka the third game which isn’t out yet.
Roleplay Sample - Log: Okay, access code to escape his bedroom, check. Access code to escape either into the conference room or out of the whole damn building, working on it. Slowly but surely. Very slowly. Desmond must’ve checked every damn file and email and bookmark and reminder on Lucy’s computer by now looking for it – the closest he got was an email about Vidic’s access pen or whatever they actually called it and that really wasn’t going to help unless he actually got his hands on the damn thing and after looking all over his desk for it, he realized that just wasn’t going to happen tonight.
But hey, this room was practically covered in windows, so maybe the door wasn’t the best means of escape anyway! Hard to say how far up he was considering everything outside was washed out as hell – seriously, what was this place supposed to be? A lighthouse? – but he might still be able to smash a window and climb his way to safety. He’d done enough climbing over the past few days that he could probably figure it out in reality too. …He’d also done enough falling off tall buildings for today so maybe that wasn’t the best idea.
Okay, yeah, maybe just waiting for the code was for the best.
Roleplay Sample - Journal: I think my brain took a wrong turn at some century or another. Or did Abstergo finally realize that locking someone in a room for a week with only an old guy for company wasn’t doing much morale and decide to let us talk to each other and I just blocked out my re-capture? …Do any of you even know what the hell I’m talking about? Actually let’s back up one step farther: Do any of you even understand whatever language I’m currently speaking? Yeah, I guess that’s a pretty important question, should have asked that first. If you all understand, say “I understand” and the language I’m speaking in right now and I’ll just go from there.
This game includes horrible mental and physical torture of your character. After reading the rules/faq for clarification, how do you expect your character to handle this and continue to function? Oh his brain’s already fucked up plenty, he’ll be fine. Hell, he might actually turn out saner.
Questions? Comments? Crazed and creative statements? Those go here. Any chance he'd be allowed to keep his fancy schmancy hidden blade? Or would that be a no-go?
Name: Liz
Age: 21
AIM: effinscience
E-MAIL: enticementofscience@gmail.com
Are you new? If not, list your current characters: I’m neither new nor do I have any current characters. Little brain twister for ya.
IC Information:
Name: Desmond Miles
Fandom: Assassin’s Creed
Timeline:Let’s say middle of Brotherhood, so he’s extra crazy.
Age: 25
Appearance: He’s a pretty normal, good-looking kind of guy. Tall-ish, but hunches over, always wearing a white hoodie (it’s a family thing) and whatever else is comfortable to move in. He has short, dark hair, and is a bit on the tan side. He has pretty tacky tribal sleeve tattoo on his left arm and a scar on his lip, which evidently is hereditary. He’s really forgettable looking to be completely honest, which realistically is a good thing for him considering he’s been on the since he was 16.
Abilities: He can climb real good and fall into bales of hay with astonishing accuracy. Both of which are shockingly useful skills in his universe. He can also do some stuff like pickpocketing and eavesdropping, but honestly, climbing and falling is like. A million times more useful to him, let’s be honest.
On the slight more ~supernatural~ front, he can also see shit funny. Basically, Eagle vision breaks down like so: Everything looks blue for the most part, with enemies glowing red, allies glowing blue, targets glowing gold, and hiding places glowing white. Desmond mostly uses it as a built-in thermal imaging system, able to see long-since-cleaned up blood-writing and fingerprints on a keypad. Considering he’s a lover not a fighter 99% of the time, that’s definitely a much more useful application for him.
Personality: Desmond’s kinda a surly, distrustful guy at first, though granted, if I’d been kidnapped for science, I’d probably be a little annoyed too, but later his personality relaxes and while he never really loses his dickishness, it seems a little less scathing when he’s among friends. He doesn’t really have the brightest outlook on life either. Because of this, he has a pretty dark sense of humor. Black as night and sarcastic as anything, it is. So his jokes, while hilarious, are basically just met with “Desmond, not cool” at most every turn.
Despite having never finished his training, he does still have the ability to think like an Assassin and knows how to cover his tracks, and reveal information without actually giving anything away, considering he did manage to live off the grid for a number of years. He also has a pretty astonishing memory of his own, able to recall codes and passwords without writing them down and generalized historical events.
He’s also really opinionated and curious, and relatedly doesn’t know when to shut his damn mouth most of the time and hates when people only tell him half the story, so he asks a lot of questions when he’s conversing, usually. However, despite how talkative he seems, usually he just gets right to the point with what he’s trying to say and keeps his sentences pretty direct.
History: Up until he was 16, Desmond lived in an Assassin-run compound which basically kept the Templars out, and the bitty Assassins-in-training and their parents in. After realizing that being under parent-mandated house arrest was lame as shit, he got the fuck out of Dodge and ran his ass to New York. Clearly he learned a thing or two while he was there considering he managed to avoid getting dragged back home by his family which takes a bit of skill in the stealth department. He managed to get hired as a bartender so he wouldn’t end up, y’know, broke and homeless for the rest of his life, and was clearly good enough at it to make a living, and buy himself a motorcycle.
…Unfortunately that second thing kinda fucked him over because that’s what eventually leads him to get kidnapped by the Templars. Because he’s basically related to the Who’s Who of the Assassin world, that made him a bit of a target for Vidic’s Animus project, which is, to make a long story short, a way of reliving your dead relatives’ memories. He spends a week in and out of it reliving Altair’s memories to help Vidic and the rest of the Templars find a map that’ll lead them to a bunch of relics that can basically turn people into brainwashed slaves. So yeah, that’s bad. They’re right about to kill off Desmond because they don’t need him anymore, but thankfully the Assassin working undercover on this whole project steps in and saves his ass saying they might need him for something or other just in case there’s a problem finding the Pieces of Eden.
After a solid week of being someone else, Desmond learns how to see things funny, an ability which he got from Altair. It lets him see a bunch of hidden shit and people’s alliances and so on, and he uses this to look at the lovely writing the subject before him put all over everything while he waits to die, basically.
Thankfully, Lucy – once again – comes to his rescue and breaks the both of them the fuck out of Abstergo’s lab with a chip containing the life of Desmond’s next badass relative, Ezio. They escape to an Assassin hide-out where they’re basically going to use the Bleeding Effect to teach Desmond how to assassin in a few days. It works but unfortunately it has a side effect of fucking with your head something fierce: Hallucinations, what basically boils down to multiple personality disorder, the works, and it just keeps getting worse the longer Desmond fucks with his own head, so. That’s a thing.
Somewhere down the line of Ezio’s memory banks, a hologram of the Roman goddess Minerva decides to warn Desmond and everyone else in the we-have-cars-era that some shit went down and the Templars are probably gonna make shit go down again. Aaaaand then they get cornered by Vidic on the way out of their hide-out, but thankfully Desmond’s gotten crazy enough to be badass at this point and he and the other Assassins escape to Ezio’s old stomping ground in Monteriggioni where he continued his training/searching/decent into insanity.
Speaking of insanity, eventually Desmond and his entourage track down one of the Pieces of Eden and decide to go get it. And it’s up to Desmond to do special shit with his special DNA along the way, with a little bit of help from a hologram of Juno, to get to the Apple. …And then Juno does what she always does and acts like a colossal fucking bitch (seriously, it’s no small wonder Zeus didn’t want to fuck her) and possesses Desmond to make him stab Lucy. This, rather understandably, causes him to go into shock, which eventually leads him to just straight-up go into a coma, and consequently get hooked into the Animus to save his brain from melting out his ears basically.
In order to wake his ass back up, he needs to keep living Altair and Ezio’s memories so that the Animus can separate him from his dead grandpas, and avoid getting himself killed by the Animus’s anti-virus program with the help of Crazy McBloodwriting. So he does, which eventually leads to Subject 16 dying when the aforementioned anti-virus program decided to delete him, and to be charged with a mission from another Roman deity to go to the Grand Temple in New York. And that gets us to America Fuck Yeah, aka the third game which isn’t out yet.
Roleplay Sample - Log: Okay, access code to escape his bedroom, check. Access code to escape either into the conference room or out of the whole damn building, working on it. Slowly but surely. Very slowly. Desmond must’ve checked every damn file and email and bookmark and reminder on Lucy’s computer by now looking for it – the closest he got was an email about Vidic’s access pen or whatever they actually called it and that really wasn’t going to help unless he actually got his hands on the damn thing and after looking all over his desk for it, he realized that just wasn’t going to happen tonight.
But hey, this room was practically covered in windows, so maybe the door wasn’t the best means of escape anyway! Hard to say how far up he was considering everything outside was washed out as hell – seriously, what was this place supposed to be? A lighthouse? – but he might still be able to smash a window and climb his way to safety. He’d done enough climbing over the past few days that he could probably figure it out in reality too. …He’d also done enough falling off tall buildings for today so maybe that wasn’t the best idea.
Okay, yeah, maybe just waiting for the code was for the best.
Roleplay Sample - Journal: I think my brain took a wrong turn at some century or another. Or did Abstergo finally realize that locking someone in a room for a week with only an old guy for company wasn’t doing much morale and decide to let us talk to each other and I just blocked out my re-capture? …Do any of you even know what the hell I’m talking about? Actually let’s back up one step farther: Do any of you even understand whatever language I’m currently speaking? Yeah, I guess that’s a pretty important question, should have asked that first. If you all understand, say “I understand” and the language I’m speaking in right now and I’ll just go from there.
This game includes horrible mental and physical torture of your character. After reading the rules/faq for clarification, how do you expect your character to handle this and continue to function? Oh his brain’s already fucked up plenty, he’ll be fine. Hell, he might actually turn out saner.
Questions? Comments? Crazed and creative statements? Those go here. Any chance he'd be allowed to keep his fancy schmancy hidden blade? Or would that be a no-go?
