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- PLAYER INFORMATION
NAME: Ayu
AGE: 17
PRONOUN OF CHOICE: She
EMAIL ADDRESS: ruth.wilkinson@teesdaleonline.co.uk
AIM SCREENNAME & MAIN PERSONAL LJ ACCOUNT:
AIM: zapperofevil
LJ: yarukage (pretty much abandonificated)
OTHER CHARACTERS: None.
- CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Delilah ‘Del’ Endless
CODENAME: Delirium
SERIES/SOURCE: Sandman
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
OCCUPATION: Student
BACKGROUND: Del never knew her parents; her father left before she was born, her mother shortly afterwards. She was raised by her six siblings, of whom her favourites by far were her brother Joe, always ready with a beaming grin and a massive bearhug, and her oldest sister Didi, who acted as a sort of mother/sister/friend. She was a fairly normal kid, or at least, normal by the standards of the Endless family, which is to say, not normal at all. The Endless kept very much to themselves, and tended to be a ragtag group in general, with every personality clashing with someone else (mostly Desire), but almost without exception (except Desire), cared for Del, the baby of the family.
When she was seven, Del started suffering from serious headaches, massive pressure building up inside her head. Despite everything her family did for her, the problem only got worse, until the pain made it impossible even to think. It came and went in waves, but it was always there, nagging in the back of her head. When it came on strongest, she would collapse, trembling, unable even to move because of the pain. Slowly but surely, she began to go insane, hiding from the pain inside her own little world.
The tipping point came when she was ten, still suffering from the constant pain, which kept increasing as time went by. Joe left. And Del lost it. She wept and cried and kicked and her mutant powers finally exploded out, in a psychic blast that knocked out everyone around her. By the time her siblings woke up, Del was long gone.
She dropped off the radar for a long time, and was next seen three years later, in the company of a gang of superpowered thieves at a bank robbery in Chicago, who had found her new-formed illusion powers were very relevant to their interests. Seeing her on the news, her brother Matthew instantly flew out to Illonois to find her; her explanation for her disappearance was that she’d wanted to find Joe. Her memory was more than a little patchy, and although Matthew took her home and her family took the best care of her that they could, not only did it improve, but she was just as iffy about the memories since Chicago as before them. Her name was long since lost to her; she answered to what they’d called her in Chicago; Delirium.
On top of the madness that made her hard to handle, the house was flooded with Del’s illusions, butterflies flapping around the attic that melted away if you tried to touch them, swirling mists obscuring her bedroom, and something very nasty living in the dark corner of the basement that Del had always been scared of. And she was still in pain, although venting the psychic pressure through her illusions gave her some relief. Night was the worst; letting go of the little control she maintained over her hallucinations, Del’s dreams ran amok while she slept. Once or twice, she found herself accidentally shifting her sibling’s minds. She was scared and confused, and she told Didi as much.
Didi, against her siblings’ wishes that the Endless be allowed to deal with their own problems, let the Xavier Institute take Del away. The arrangement was not without its problems; Del’s insanity, coupled with her power, can make her a danger to other people, even other mutants, and taking her away from the only people who’ve ever really loved her leaves her very, very open to suggestion from anyone who shows her affection. But in the end, it’s for the best that she stay in a controlled environment, given that her powers are way, way out of control.
PERSONALITY: Most of the time, more than a little childlike. Del is very much lost in her own little world, and not surprising, really, given the pain she faces in this one. She's very rarely lucid, and even when she is, she tends to ramble on so much that it's hard work understanding her. And she'll often ask random, dreamy questions out of the blue, or say something out loud without realising it.
Her favourite things to do with her time speak of a childlike innocence, too. She loves to sit in sunshine, to talk to random people, to laugh and play. The problem is, she is very obviously completely mad, and known to be more than a little dangerous. People pick up on that. It doesn’t make making friends easy.
Plus Del hates to be touched. Really, really hates it. As in, do it and you are liable to have your mind turned inside out, if you catch her in a bad mood. There's a very short list of people who are allowed to touch her without her instigating it, and you have to gain her trust in a big way. Because she doesn't trust easily, although she’s usually out of it enough that she’ll follow if she’s told to. Probably only her siblings are actually privy to any real measure of what’s actually going on in her head.
But to the people she gets close to, she is more than a little affectionate. And if you make her happy, she will show you; likewise, most people who upset her tend to find out very quickly, as several people twitching in asylums across the country will testify.
Her memories come and go. Sometimes she can’t remember who she is or was or anything that ever happened to her. Other times, she remembers everything, and that is absolutely everything, like the actions of every photon of sunlight as she sat in the park, every minute motion and sound and flickering emotion in the eyes of every person she could see, and every single thought and action of every bit of her own body...those are the worst times, when she has her episodes; that kind of sensory overload is impossible for one person to handle, and it usually precedes an explosion of her illusions. Sometimes she thinks she’s someone else, the mad deathless queen of a mad deathless land, and she is never really sure which Del is actually Del. Mostly, she acts like a child. Sometimes she acts far older than she is. Very, very rarely, she acts like what she is; a scared teenager. That’s happened once, when she had to leave her family.
She remembers flashes of the time she’s forgotten; she sometimes sees scenes from what she calls the Nowhere City (because she very rarely recognises it by name), a face or an expression or a word might jolt memories of the forgotten times. She remembers things but she doesn’t remember learning them, and things hurt her unexpectedly; often not even she’s sure why.
APPEARANCE: Del looks a lot like she acts; totally disjointed and mad. Her eyes are mismatched, one blue, one green; her hair appears in shifting styles and rainbow colours, although it's actually red; her skin is pale to the point of whiteness, and she wears a baffling array of clothes, fishnets and bright colours featuring heavily in her wardrobe. She seems a lot younger than she actually is, with her innocent, childlike face and bearing, and she’s tiny, a few inches shy of five foot and light as a feather. Oh, and she tends to go around surrounded by coloured mists, butterflies, flying fish and whatever else crosses her mind.
POWERS: Manifestedly, hallucenogenic. Serious, hardcore hallucinations. If she wants you to think your skin is crawling with bugs, as far as you’re concerned, your skin is covered in bugs, even if nobody else can tell they’re there. But these powers are actually only the external signs of her actual mutation, which is that she uses every synapse of her brain, and she can’t switch it off. She might be something approaching omniscient, if her mind could handle it; since it can’t, she’s Del.
- RP SAMPLES
First-person sample:
So what was it? Oh! I saw it today. It. Um. Thing. The swallows. The first swallows. Somebody said once they were for the start of spring. Or summer. Swallows. Swallows and spits, rolling it around. Is there a word for that, rolling words in your mouth? Like candy. I roll candy around, but maybe that’s not a thing people do. Maybe it is. Is it? I think it is. I do it and I’m people. So I think it must be a thing. What was I saying? Swallows. They darted around like mayflies and the sky was very blue. I watched them until it was very very dark and I couldn’t see them any more. They were beautiful.
Third-person sample: There was a girl sitting high up on a windowsill, watching the people walk by with a half-focused, dreamy look to her mismatched eyes. She caught his eye from across the street, caught the way he was looking at her. Somebody had looked at her like that, in the Forgotten Times (she mentally capitalised that, the way she always did), and she remembered a dim figure coming towards her in the Nowhere City, faceless but she remembered the eyes, remembering, and the look of hunger sharpening and the...
Somebody touched her trembling shoulder, and she jerked up to look at eyes.
“Don’t touch me! Stop looking!"
The stranger’s hand stayed, heavy on her shoulder. Eyes. The look in his eyes had scared her, in the memory she couldn’t place. To distract herself, eyes, just eyes, bits of human. Vitreous humours and aqueous humours, lens and retina and iris, and as she thought about them she watched them spread across the worried man’s cheeks, burst and leaking. He felt it happen, clamped a hand across them. Hard-faced, she watched them dribble between his fingers.
Nobody else saw the clear liquid run down his face, just a madman clutching his eye, weeping and yelling, and the petite, preternaturally calm teenager, looking like a street punk, mismatched eyes steady.
"I don’t like you looking."
NAME: Ayu
AGE: 17
PRONOUN OF CHOICE: She
EMAIL ADDRESS: ruth.wilkinson@teesdaleonline.co.uk
AIM SCREENNAME & MAIN PERSONAL LJ ACCOUNT:
AIM: zapperofevil
LJ: yarukage (pretty much abandonificated)
OTHER CHARACTERS: None.
- CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Delilah ‘Del’ Endless
CODENAME: Delirium
SERIES/SOURCE: Sandman
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
OCCUPATION: Student
BACKGROUND: Del never knew her parents; her father left before she was born, her mother shortly afterwards. She was raised by her six siblings, of whom her favourites by far were her brother Joe, always ready with a beaming grin and a massive bearhug, and her oldest sister Didi, who acted as a sort of mother/sister/friend. She was a fairly normal kid, or at least, normal by the standards of the Endless family, which is to say, not normal at all. The Endless kept very much to themselves, and tended to be a ragtag group in general, with every personality clashing with someone else (mostly Desire), but almost without exception (except Desire), cared for Del, the baby of the family.
When she was seven, Del started suffering from serious headaches, massive pressure building up inside her head. Despite everything her family did for her, the problem only got worse, until the pain made it impossible even to think. It came and went in waves, but it was always there, nagging in the back of her head. When it came on strongest, she would collapse, trembling, unable even to move because of the pain. Slowly but surely, she began to go insane, hiding from the pain inside her own little world.
The tipping point came when she was ten, still suffering from the constant pain, which kept increasing as time went by. Joe left. And Del lost it. She wept and cried and kicked and her mutant powers finally exploded out, in a psychic blast that knocked out everyone around her. By the time her siblings woke up, Del was long gone.
She dropped off the radar for a long time, and was next seen three years later, in the company of a gang of superpowered thieves at a bank robbery in Chicago, who had found her new-formed illusion powers were very relevant to their interests. Seeing her on the news, her brother Matthew instantly flew out to Illonois to find her; her explanation for her disappearance was that she’d wanted to find Joe. Her memory was more than a little patchy, and although Matthew took her home and her family took the best care of her that they could, not only did it improve, but she was just as iffy about the memories since Chicago as before them. Her name was long since lost to her; she answered to what they’d called her in Chicago; Delirium.
On top of the madness that made her hard to handle, the house was flooded with Del’s illusions, butterflies flapping around the attic that melted away if you tried to touch them, swirling mists obscuring her bedroom, and something very nasty living in the dark corner of the basement that Del had always been scared of. And she was still in pain, although venting the psychic pressure through her illusions gave her some relief. Night was the worst; letting go of the little control she maintained over her hallucinations, Del’s dreams ran amok while she slept. Once or twice, she found herself accidentally shifting her sibling’s minds. She was scared and confused, and she told Didi as much.
Didi, against her siblings’ wishes that the Endless be allowed to deal with their own problems, let the Xavier Institute take Del away. The arrangement was not without its problems; Del’s insanity, coupled with her power, can make her a danger to other people, even other mutants, and taking her away from the only people who’ve ever really loved her leaves her very, very open to suggestion from anyone who shows her affection. But in the end, it’s for the best that she stay in a controlled environment, given that her powers are way, way out of control.
PERSONALITY: Most of the time, more than a little childlike. Del is very much lost in her own little world, and not surprising, really, given the pain she faces in this one. She's very rarely lucid, and even when she is, she tends to ramble on so much that it's hard work understanding her. And she'll often ask random, dreamy questions out of the blue, or say something out loud without realising it.
Her favourite things to do with her time speak of a childlike innocence, too. She loves to sit in sunshine, to talk to random people, to laugh and play. The problem is, she is very obviously completely mad, and known to be more than a little dangerous. People pick up on that. It doesn’t make making friends easy.
Plus Del hates to be touched. Really, really hates it. As in, do it and you are liable to have your mind turned inside out, if you catch her in a bad mood. There's a very short list of people who are allowed to touch her without her instigating it, and you have to gain her trust in a big way. Because she doesn't trust easily, although she’s usually out of it enough that she’ll follow if she’s told to. Probably only her siblings are actually privy to any real measure of what’s actually going on in her head.
But to the people she gets close to, she is more than a little affectionate. And if you make her happy, she will show you; likewise, most people who upset her tend to find out very quickly, as several people twitching in asylums across the country will testify.
Her memories come and go. Sometimes she can’t remember who she is or was or anything that ever happened to her. Other times, she remembers everything, and that is absolutely everything, like the actions of every photon of sunlight as she sat in the park, every minute motion and sound and flickering emotion in the eyes of every person she could see, and every single thought and action of every bit of her own body...those are the worst times, when she has her episodes; that kind of sensory overload is impossible for one person to handle, and it usually precedes an explosion of her illusions. Sometimes she thinks she’s someone else, the mad deathless queen of a mad deathless land, and she is never really sure which Del is actually Del. Mostly, she acts like a child. Sometimes she acts far older than she is. Very, very rarely, she acts like what she is; a scared teenager. That’s happened once, when she had to leave her family.
She remembers flashes of the time she’s forgotten; she sometimes sees scenes from what she calls the Nowhere City (because she very rarely recognises it by name), a face or an expression or a word might jolt memories of the forgotten times. She remembers things but she doesn’t remember learning them, and things hurt her unexpectedly; often not even she’s sure why.
APPEARANCE: Del looks a lot like she acts; totally disjointed and mad. Her eyes are mismatched, one blue, one green; her hair appears in shifting styles and rainbow colours, although it's actually red; her skin is pale to the point of whiteness, and she wears a baffling array of clothes, fishnets and bright colours featuring heavily in her wardrobe. She seems a lot younger than she actually is, with her innocent, childlike face and bearing, and she’s tiny, a few inches shy of five foot and light as a feather. Oh, and she tends to go around surrounded by coloured mists, butterflies, flying fish and whatever else crosses her mind.
POWERS: Manifestedly, hallucenogenic. Serious, hardcore hallucinations. If she wants you to think your skin is crawling with bugs, as far as you’re concerned, your skin is covered in bugs, even if nobody else can tell they’re there. But these powers are actually only the external signs of her actual mutation, which is that she uses every synapse of her brain, and she can’t switch it off. She might be something approaching omniscient, if her mind could handle it; since it can’t, she’s Del.
- RP SAMPLES
First-person sample:
So what was it? Oh! I saw it today. It. Um. Thing. The swallows. The first swallows. Somebody said once they were for the start of spring. Or summer. Swallows. Swallows and spits, rolling it around. Is there a word for that, rolling words in your mouth? Like candy. I roll candy around, but maybe that’s not a thing people do. Maybe it is. Is it? I think it is. I do it and I’m people. So I think it must be a thing. What was I saying? Swallows. They darted around like mayflies and the sky was very blue. I watched them until it was very very dark and I couldn’t see them any more. They were beautiful.
Third-person sample: There was a girl sitting high up on a windowsill, watching the people walk by with a half-focused, dreamy look to her mismatched eyes. She caught his eye from across the street, caught the way he was looking at her. Somebody had looked at her like that, in the Forgotten Times (she mentally capitalised that, the way she always did), and she remembered a dim figure coming towards her in the Nowhere City, faceless but she remembered the eyes, remembering, and the look of hunger sharpening and the...
Somebody touched her trembling shoulder, and she jerked up to look at eyes.
“Don’t touch me! Stop looking!"
The stranger’s hand stayed, heavy on her shoulder. Eyes. The look in his eyes had scared her, in the memory she couldn’t place. To distract herself, eyes, just eyes, bits of human. Vitreous humours and aqueous humours, lens and retina and iris, and as she thought about them she watched them spread across the worried man’s cheeks, burst and leaking. He felt it happen, clamped a hand across them. Hard-faced, she watched them dribble between his fingers.
Nobody else saw the clear liquid run down his face, just a madman clutching his eye, weeping and yelling, and the petite, preternaturally calm teenager, looking like a street punk, mismatched eyes steady.
"I don’t like you looking."