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Character: River Tam.
Series: Firefly.
Character Age: 17.
Canon: In the future, the Earth we know has long been out of commission. The only two surviving super-powers from our day are the USA and China; their people creating new worlds to survive on, with some a little more cushy than others. The latter are usually referred to as the Alliance, a 'benevolent' dictatorship with almost limitless power and a stranglehold on the 'verse. There was some fighting over who was in charge of who, and with the Alliance not taking too kindly to any who would oppose them, the less-haves didn't make it out that well. One man who served on the losing side has been busy since the war; as the the captain of the Firefly class spaceship known as Serenity. He goes by Malcolm Reynolds and keeps a colorful crew, including a pair of siblings on the run from the government.
River is the younger of this pair. A wunderkind born into a wealthy family, River's life should have been easy. Things changed when she was entered into a school for the gifted, known only as the Academy, where she was used in a series of mysterious experiments that left her absolutely insane and more than a little dangerous. It was only through her brother Simon's undying devotion and copious fortune that she was broken out of the facility, after which the siblings joined up with a crew of smugglers on one of the outer planets. River loves the ship, even if it's hard for the other inhabitants to tell between her constantly off-kilter way of speaking and literal inablity to control her emotions. Despite her sometimes incomprehensible conversation and mood swings, River's genius and playful personality can still be found underneath the layers of psychosis. She might be young and she might be crazy, but River still knows what's going on. Sometimes she seems to be the only one.
Sample: It's alright.
You had it all planned out. There was agreement and arrangement and you had said yes to him. You were going to look pretty in white with the flowers and rice all over the carpet, but he went away and left you alone. Left her on the shore as he sailed off home, but there wasn't any wine waiting. You act like you're just yourself here, but that's a lie. You've got the ramphastidae and the capra aegagrus hircus, but they're not right, at least according to Charles. But he's not even in charge here; that's you, so it doesn't matter. There aren't even any abalone divers in the lake, but she still goes on like that, so there's no lineage or line for what's under the bed.
I'm closer to them than the people here. Shouldn't be walking on two legs, can't hobble on one. I should be flying but the sky here's limited, the plants are growing like planned but there's only so much room, we'll be trimmed down if we get too big. This place isn't bad, prison in the function but not form. The sun's out, but you have to dig to find it. Hidden behind a rock, like she didn't go out to the dancing when she was supposed to. The fruit bears, but the bad seeds make the crop look spotty. Not their fault, they can't cut the bad branches off for long. It's problematic; the cores are rotten, poisons the rest.
Can't figure this algorithm, in or out. Don't know how you did it, but it's done. I can't stay long, but I guess you think I need to. Not even big enough to fit this little world, have to fill it up to the brim with shapes and sizes that don't stick right. We're all running 'round in our own little circles. Bad manners, not including everyone. They always said not to go so fast on the playground, but somebody's always racing. Up and over and against and back down again.
Time to see if we'll be willing to lose a game.
voting went here at 89.5%
Series: Firefly.
Character Age: 17.
Canon: In the future, the Earth we know has long been out of commission. The only two surviving super-powers from our day are the USA and China; their people creating new worlds to survive on, with some a little more cushy than others. The latter are usually referred to as the Alliance, a 'benevolent' dictatorship with almost limitless power and a stranglehold on the 'verse. There was some fighting over who was in charge of who, and with the Alliance not taking too kindly to any who would oppose them, the less-haves didn't make it out that well. One man who served on the losing side has been busy since the war; as the the captain of the Firefly class spaceship known as Serenity. He goes by Malcolm Reynolds and keeps a colorful crew, including a pair of siblings on the run from the government.
River is the younger of this pair. A wunderkind born into a wealthy family, River's life should have been easy. Things changed when she was entered into a school for the gifted, known only as the Academy, where she was used in a series of mysterious experiments that left her absolutely insane and more than a little dangerous. It was only through her brother Simon's undying devotion and copious fortune that she was broken out of the facility, after which the siblings joined up with a crew of smugglers on one of the outer planets. River loves the ship, even if it's hard for the other inhabitants to tell between her constantly off-kilter way of speaking and literal inablity to control her emotions. Despite her sometimes incomprehensible conversation and mood swings, River's genius and playful personality can still be found underneath the layers of psychosis. She might be young and she might be crazy, but River still knows what's going on. Sometimes she seems to be the only one.
Sample: It's alright.
You had it all planned out. There was agreement and arrangement and you had said yes to him. You were going to look pretty in white with the flowers and rice all over the carpet, but he went away and left you alone. Left her on the shore as he sailed off home, but there wasn't any wine waiting. You act like you're just yourself here, but that's a lie. You've got the ramphastidae and the capra aegagrus hircus, but they're not right, at least according to Charles. But he's not even in charge here; that's you, so it doesn't matter. There aren't even any abalone divers in the lake, but she still goes on like that, so there's no lineage or line for what's under the bed.
I'm closer to them than the people here. Shouldn't be walking on two legs, can't hobble on one. I should be flying but the sky here's limited, the plants are growing like planned but there's only so much room, we'll be trimmed down if we get too big. This place isn't bad, prison in the function but not form. The sun's out, but you have to dig to find it. Hidden behind a rock, like she didn't go out to the dancing when she was supposed to. The fruit bears, but the bad seeds make the crop look spotty. Not their fault, they can't cut the bad branches off for long. It's problematic; the cores are rotten, poisons the rest.
Can't figure this algorithm, in or out. Don't know how you did it, but it's done. I can't stay long, but I guess you think I need to. Not even big enough to fit this little world, have to fill it up to the brim with shapes and sizes that don't stick right. We're all running 'round in our own little circles. Bad manners, not including everyone. They always said not to go so fast on the playground, but somebody's always racing. Up and over and against and back down again.
Time to see if we'll be willing to lose a game.
voting went here at 89.5%