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Player nickname: Angel
Player LJ: rides_thebeast
Way to contact you:
Email: skyprincess92@gmail.com
AIM: midnightlullabii
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Are you at least 15?: Yup
Current Characters: Bella, Seth, Naoto (Fuyumine), Rosalie, Anita, Fang, Katniss
Character: Mallorie ‘Mal’ Cobb
Fandom: Inception
Character Notes:
History:
There’s a world, the world Mal exists in, that has the technology to take any person into another’s dreams and steal away their secrets. Dream-sharing used to be more of a legitimate and legal sort of job. But once the true potential of dream-sharing was unlocked, companies began to use it to steal the ideas of competitors and plot ways to demolish all competition.
But before it all fell apart, Mal was a part of something beautiful. Her father, Miles, had connections to dream-sharing technology and often times shared his skills with his daughter. He taught his daughter how to create worlds in dreams. How to manipulate them into anything of her own desire. How to use the technology for good rather than illegal processes. And once a person began to use the technology, it was hard not to become addicted.
That’s why it was no surprise that one of Mal’s classmates at her father’s architecture lessons became as addicted to the world of dreams as Mal did when Miles showed him what his architecture could do in a dream. Dreams were something that Architects adored when they realized the true potential of accessing your dreams. Of getting in between the perceiving and creating process the mind does when asleep to completely take over the creation and create worlds out of nothing. To create cathedrals and skyscrapers where none stood before and things that could not exist in reality. Pure creation.
Mal and Dominic were the best architects in the school. And they had the added bonus of dream-sharing. They spent hours creating entire worlds in their dreams and making up their own realities until one day, they fell in love. With their true nature and abilities unleashed in dreams and their true selves exposed to the other, it was no surprise how fast and how deeply the two fell in love. And even less of a surprise when Dom proposed to Mal, telling her that he dreamed of them growing old together.
From there the two began to build their life in reality. They had two children, Phillipa and James. And moved to the States where Dom was born and raised to raise their own family. Coming from wealthy families and with abilities like theirs they had no problems acquiring money to build their dream house with the porch that opened up into the beautiful wilderness where the sun always seemed to shine.
Their life was perfect.
And their dreams were just as beautiful.
But their true potential in the dream world had yet to be reached. They tampered in dreams within dreams constantly. But Dom wanted to keep going deeper. To keep going past what they originally built and create more. And Mal followed him down. One level. Two. Three. And then limbo.
Limbo is four dreams into the dream world. But it’s the last level you can reach. Not that you would ever want to leave it.
For most dreams the architects design the world before hand and play with it inside the dream. But when they reached the shores of limbo they encountered nothing. Nothing but their raw subconscious. This world was empty and entirely theirs to build and create.
And they did. For 50 years they built their dream world. Full of skyscrapers and modern and old designs and houses in a modern skyscraper with a porch that overlooked the world. For fifty years, the dream had become their reality.
But a dream could never be real. And the thought began to plague at Mal’s mind when she would think of how her perfect world could never be real. So she went deep into her own mind, where she locked away her totem. A top that spun endlessly in a dream. And she set the top down in a safe and locked it away so that it would never spin again. And just like that, her dream world became reality.
Dom was not so easy to convince. He knew they would one day have to awaken, but Mal couldn’t accept that her world wasn’t real. The thought was too deep in her head to change. So Dom went looking for her secret. He went deep into her head until he found that top and he spun it again, locking it in her head again. Only this time, it would never stop spinning.
With the idea that her reality wasn’t real anymore, Mal carefully let Dom lead her to the train tracks outside of their perfect city. She let him lay her down on the tracks next to him. She held his hands tight as they whispered words of encouragement to each other, ignoring the rattling of the tracks. And then-
She woke up.
Something was very wrong, though. And Dom and her both felt it immediately. She couldn’t seem to focus on her world anymore. Everything was so…. Wrong. Something was very wrong.
This wasn’t her real house. Those aren’t her parents. Those children are just projections. This world. It’s not real.
Mal couldn’t make the thought go away. She couldn’t let it go. Everything didn’t feel right anymore. And she never understood why. But all she knew was that she had to die one more time, to wake up one more time and then her and Dom could get back home. They could see their real children again.
But Dom refused to go with her. He refused to take that leap of faith because of the children that weren’t real. So Mal had to take that choice from him. To free him of the thought that those projections were their children. She set in motion a plan. A plan that involved three Sane proclamations by three certified psychiatrists and a letter to her attorney, one that said that her husband was dangerous and threatened to kill her.
Then all she had to do was wait at the hotel on the eve of their anniversary. Sitting on the edge of the balcony as Dom discovered the broken and destroyed room across from her. That’s when he saw her on the balcony. When he begged her to go back inside. But she told him of her plan, of the letter and how she made it look like he killed her so that the only choice he had left to make was the one to be with her because they would never let the man who murdered his wife return to his children.
And with nothing to hold her back anymore, Mal jumped.
Mal didn’t wake up. And Dom never saw her funeral, having to flee the country because of that damned letter.
From then on Mal became nothing more than Dom’s projection of his own guilt. She was a being that sabotaged every job he had so that he was always running from someone somewhere. She was a being locked in his dreams and kept there by him to keep her living. She was a being that plagued his mind and told him pretty nothings of the reality he was missing. If only he’d die. If only he’d come get her.
She would always be waiting for him.
Personality:
“What was she like in real life…?” “… She was lovely.” (pre-canon Mal)
Mal is such a complicated, complex, and simply divine woman that it’s really hard to give her just one trait. Lovely is a term that encompasses so much of Mal, but leaves so much of her unknown.
A further definition of ‘lovely’ would be Mal’s genuine kindness and compassion towards others. She is a woman who always treats others with high regard and dignity, feeling that every human being has their place in the world. And coming from a family that is experienced in dream sharing, she has grown up knowing that there are always two sides to people, and you may be missing an entirety of a person just from what you see in reality.
Her nature is that of someone who is light and carefree when she so desires to be. She can be very teasing and sweet, and chooses to look at matters from a simpler sort of standpoint. But when it comes down to it she is also a woman you would want on your side in a pinch.
Mal is clever. She’s so very receptive of the world and dreams around her that it has shaped her entire personality and designed her to be fast-thinking and always developing what she sees. It is was she studies architecture under her father, a skill that comes in handy in her dreams.
Under pressure, Mal can be cool and calculating. In her head. Her mind can evaluate situations regardless of the circumstances. But sometimes her personality falls a little short of this. She can get overwhelmed and hysterical if people put too much pressure on her in a pinch, but rarely truly violent or angered. If she gets a moment to breath and people are breathing down her neck she can accomplish anything she sets her mind to.
When it comes to her anger she handles it in two ways depending on the situation. Where wit and grace could easily give her the upper hand, she can behave calmly and coolly and generally reacts with a harsh tongue. But if it’s a situation out of her control she will sometimes resort to screaming and yelling if she’s feeling like she’s not being heard. It only takes a breath or two to calm herself before she tries to manipulate people into believing her views of things.
Mal is so easily moved between different states of emotion that its hard to ever really pin her behaviors. Her moods are easy to sense, but her reactions can vary and be so complex that you never see them coming. This is why she is such a beautiful woman.
“That’s quite a subconscious you’ve got on you, Cobb! She’s a real charmer!” “Oh. So I see you’ve met Mrs. Cobb.” (canon Mal)
The Mal of reality and the Mal of Dominic Cobb’s subconscious share similarities and huge differences that make them seem like two different people sometimes.
After Mal’s death she takes on an entirely different personality it seems. Her driving forces in life are not only Dom’s memories of her desires but Dom’s own guilty conscience that devours her entire being.
The Shade of Mal is very similar to Mal in behavior. When she’s not threatened. And when dealing with situations beneficial to her. But when things get beyond her control, when they don’t go according to plan, or if someone invades Dominic’s subconscious unwelcomed, she can turn vicious.
When Mal turns vicious it’s a frightening sight to see. The manipulation used in her former life is now used to twist and distort people’s emotions and wills into things they can’t even trust in. Her violent outbursts can be loud and screaming and uncontrolled, or soft and disturbing and full of threats said with a pretty smile. Mal doesn’t respond well to the questioning of her reality, and she is not afraid to stab or shoot anyone to either kill or cause pain. If it gets her what she wants, she’ll do it without hesitation.
That’s not all the Shade is. The Shade can be much like the real Mal at times. It’s just always wise to play it safe and careful with what you say around Mal. If she feels threatened, her personality will change in an instant and it’s really hard to talk her back down.
Other:
- I’ll be taking Mal from during her time in limbo as a way to work the community into her madness as well.
Additional Links:
First Person (entry type):
[The scene opens up to a woman walking into a kitchen/dining room area of what appears to be a very nice and well-kept house. She enters without even noticing the computer at first, taking out a bottle of red wine and pouring herself a small glass. She pauses though as she sees the computer sitting on the kitchen table, eyeing it curiously as she takes a sip of the champagne.
Finally she approaches the table and pulls the chair out, turning the laptop to face her now. Behind her you can see that instead of her porch opening out into a wide green yard, it opens out into nothing with large skyscrapers in the background.
For a moment Mal spends some time skimming through the posts that’s on the community before she starts to smirk a little, laughing slightly at the absurd idea of worldhopping.]
Is this my invention? [She muses with a smile.] Or something my Dom thought up. I don’t remember making this. But I like the idea. Maybe it is both of ours.
If I’m reading this correctly, this is a community for people from different… worlds? Correct? [It’s hard to miss the heavy French accent. Really heavy, with heavy emphasis on the vowels and slight pauses as she thinks to word things correctly.]
But it does beg the question. Does this place exist only because we imagined it?
[She seems to focus on this thought heavily now, drifting off as she sips at her champagne before looking back at the camera.]
Either way. My name is Mallorie Cobb. But please, call me Mal. [She smiles at the video.] And it is lovely to meet all of you.
Third Person:
Salt water lapped at the young woman’s feet as she stared out across the horizon. The horizon of the world she created. So that the sun set on it’s beauty every day and rose again every morning to reveal nothing but the perfection that Mal and Dom had so desired.
It was almost unbearable how perfect their world had become. It was so full of so much that she could hardly believe it had come from only her and Dom and their endless creation. But it had. And it was all theirs. No one else could even imagine the world they had created together. Because nothing else compared to it. It was full of things that shouldn’t exist but did. And full of their memories.
It was wrong to create from memory. They both knew it was a bad move, that creating from memory blurred the lines between reality and the dream. But both were addicted to their own creation that they couldn’t bare to put a stop to any of it. To let those memories crumble and fade when they could exist in their reality.
Because it was real to her. Every bit of it was real to her now. The water that sprayed against her face with the wind’s movements, the sand that buried her feet before crumbling away in the tide. All of it was real.
Even the train that flew past their city every day at sunset.
She turned her back to the ocean now and smiled that soft smile of hers as she saw something else that was real. Or someone else. Her husband. Her beautiful Dom in all his glory approaching her from the city, looking just as happy to see her as she was to see him.
“Were you missing me?” She smirked slightly. As though she didn’t already know the answer.
Dom swept her up in his arms and she kissed him with a delighted laugh.
Oh yes. This was all to real.
Player LJ: rides_thebeast
Way to contact you:
Email: skyprincess92@gmail.com
AIM: midnightlullabii
Other: ---
Are you at least 15?: Yup
Current Characters: Bella, Seth, Naoto (Fuyumine), Rosalie, Anita, Fang, Katniss
Character: Mallorie ‘Mal’ Cobb
Fandom: Inception
Character Notes:
History:
There’s a world, the world Mal exists in, that has the technology to take any person into another’s dreams and steal away their secrets. Dream-sharing used to be more of a legitimate and legal sort of job. But once the true potential of dream-sharing was unlocked, companies began to use it to steal the ideas of competitors and plot ways to demolish all competition.
But before it all fell apart, Mal was a part of something beautiful. Her father, Miles, had connections to dream-sharing technology and often times shared his skills with his daughter. He taught his daughter how to create worlds in dreams. How to manipulate them into anything of her own desire. How to use the technology for good rather than illegal processes. And once a person began to use the technology, it was hard not to become addicted.
That’s why it was no surprise that one of Mal’s classmates at her father’s architecture lessons became as addicted to the world of dreams as Mal did when Miles showed him what his architecture could do in a dream. Dreams were something that Architects adored when they realized the true potential of accessing your dreams. Of getting in between the perceiving and creating process the mind does when asleep to completely take over the creation and create worlds out of nothing. To create cathedrals and skyscrapers where none stood before and things that could not exist in reality. Pure creation.
Mal and Dominic were the best architects in the school. And they had the added bonus of dream-sharing. They spent hours creating entire worlds in their dreams and making up their own realities until one day, they fell in love. With their true nature and abilities unleashed in dreams and their true selves exposed to the other, it was no surprise how fast and how deeply the two fell in love. And even less of a surprise when Dom proposed to Mal, telling her that he dreamed of them growing old together.
From there the two began to build their life in reality. They had two children, Phillipa and James. And moved to the States where Dom was born and raised to raise their own family. Coming from wealthy families and with abilities like theirs they had no problems acquiring money to build their dream house with the porch that opened up into the beautiful wilderness where the sun always seemed to shine.
Their life was perfect.
And their dreams were just as beautiful.
But their true potential in the dream world had yet to be reached. They tampered in dreams within dreams constantly. But Dom wanted to keep going deeper. To keep going past what they originally built and create more. And Mal followed him down. One level. Two. Three. And then limbo.
Limbo is four dreams into the dream world. But it’s the last level you can reach. Not that you would ever want to leave it.
For most dreams the architects design the world before hand and play with it inside the dream. But when they reached the shores of limbo they encountered nothing. Nothing but their raw subconscious. This world was empty and entirely theirs to build and create.
And they did. For 50 years they built their dream world. Full of skyscrapers and modern and old designs and houses in a modern skyscraper with a porch that overlooked the world. For fifty years, the dream had become their reality.
But a dream could never be real. And the thought began to plague at Mal’s mind when she would think of how her perfect world could never be real. So she went deep into her own mind, where she locked away her totem. A top that spun endlessly in a dream. And she set the top down in a safe and locked it away so that it would never spin again. And just like that, her dream world became reality.
Dom was not so easy to convince. He knew they would one day have to awaken, but Mal couldn’t accept that her world wasn’t real. The thought was too deep in her head to change. So Dom went looking for her secret. He went deep into her head until he found that top and he spun it again, locking it in her head again. Only this time, it would never stop spinning.
With the idea that her reality wasn’t real anymore, Mal carefully let Dom lead her to the train tracks outside of their perfect city. She let him lay her down on the tracks next to him. She held his hands tight as they whispered words of encouragement to each other, ignoring the rattling of the tracks. And then-
She woke up.
Something was very wrong, though. And Dom and her both felt it immediately. She couldn’t seem to focus on her world anymore. Everything was so…. Wrong. Something was very wrong.
This wasn’t her real house. Those aren’t her parents. Those children are just projections. This world. It’s not real.
Mal couldn’t make the thought go away. She couldn’t let it go. Everything didn’t feel right anymore. And she never understood why. But all she knew was that she had to die one more time, to wake up one more time and then her and Dom could get back home. They could see their real children again.
But Dom refused to go with her. He refused to take that leap of faith because of the children that weren’t real. So Mal had to take that choice from him. To free him of the thought that those projections were their children. She set in motion a plan. A plan that involved three Sane proclamations by three certified psychiatrists and a letter to her attorney, one that said that her husband was dangerous and threatened to kill her.
Then all she had to do was wait at the hotel on the eve of their anniversary. Sitting on the edge of the balcony as Dom discovered the broken and destroyed room across from her. That’s when he saw her on the balcony. When he begged her to go back inside. But she told him of her plan, of the letter and how she made it look like he killed her so that the only choice he had left to make was the one to be with her because they would never let the man who murdered his wife return to his children.
And with nothing to hold her back anymore, Mal jumped.
Mal didn’t wake up. And Dom never saw her funeral, having to flee the country because of that damned letter.
From then on Mal became nothing more than Dom’s projection of his own guilt. She was a being that sabotaged every job he had so that he was always running from someone somewhere. She was a being locked in his dreams and kept there by him to keep her living. She was a being that plagued his mind and told him pretty nothings of the reality he was missing. If only he’d die. If only he’d come get her.
She would always be waiting for him.
Personality:
“What was she like in real life…?” “… She was lovely.” (pre-canon Mal)
Mal is such a complicated, complex, and simply divine woman that it’s really hard to give her just one trait. Lovely is a term that encompasses so much of Mal, but leaves so much of her unknown.
A further definition of ‘lovely’ would be Mal’s genuine kindness and compassion towards others. She is a woman who always treats others with high regard and dignity, feeling that every human being has their place in the world. And coming from a family that is experienced in dream sharing, she has grown up knowing that there are always two sides to people, and you may be missing an entirety of a person just from what you see in reality.
Her nature is that of someone who is light and carefree when she so desires to be. She can be very teasing and sweet, and chooses to look at matters from a simpler sort of standpoint. But when it comes down to it she is also a woman you would want on your side in a pinch.
Mal is clever. She’s so very receptive of the world and dreams around her that it has shaped her entire personality and designed her to be fast-thinking and always developing what she sees. It is was she studies architecture under her father, a skill that comes in handy in her dreams.
Under pressure, Mal can be cool and calculating. In her head. Her mind can evaluate situations regardless of the circumstances. But sometimes her personality falls a little short of this. She can get overwhelmed and hysterical if people put too much pressure on her in a pinch, but rarely truly violent or angered. If she gets a moment to breath and people are breathing down her neck she can accomplish anything she sets her mind to.
When it comes to her anger she handles it in two ways depending on the situation. Where wit and grace could easily give her the upper hand, she can behave calmly and coolly and generally reacts with a harsh tongue. But if it’s a situation out of her control she will sometimes resort to screaming and yelling if she’s feeling like she’s not being heard. It only takes a breath or two to calm herself before she tries to manipulate people into believing her views of things.
Mal is so easily moved between different states of emotion that its hard to ever really pin her behaviors. Her moods are easy to sense, but her reactions can vary and be so complex that you never see them coming. This is why she is such a beautiful woman.
“That’s quite a subconscious you’ve got on you, Cobb! She’s a real charmer!” “Oh. So I see you’ve met Mrs. Cobb.” (canon Mal)
The Mal of reality and the Mal of Dominic Cobb’s subconscious share similarities and huge differences that make them seem like two different people sometimes.
After Mal’s death she takes on an entirely different personality it seems. Her driving forces in life are not only Dom’s memories of her desires but Dom’s own guilty conscience that devours her entire being.
The Shade of Mal is very similar to Mal in behavior. When she’s not threatened. And when dealing with situations beneficial to her. But when things get beyond her control, when they don’t go according to plan, or if someone invades Dominic’s subconscious unwelcomed, she can turn vicious.
When Mal turns vicious it’s a frightening sight to see. The manipulation used in her former life is now used to twist and distort people’s emotions and wills into things they can’t even trust in. Her violent outbursts can be loud and screaming and uncontrolled, or soft and disturbing and full of threats said with a pretty smile. Mal doesn’t respond well to the questioning of her reality, and she is not afraid to stab or shoot anyone to either kill or cause pain. If it gets her what she wants, she’ll do it without hesitation.
That’s not all the Shade is. The Shade can be much like the real Mal at times. It’s just always wise to play it safe and careful with what you say around Mal. If she feels threatened, her personality will change in an instant and it’s really hard to talk her back down.
Other:
- I’ll be taking Mal from during her time in limbo as a way to work the community into her madness as well.
Additional Links:
First Person (entry type):
[The scene opens up to a woman walking into a kitchen/dining room area of what appears to be a very nice and well-kept house. She enters without even noticing the computer at first, taking out a bottle of red wine and pouring herself a small glass. She pauses though as she sees the computer sitting on the kitchen table, eyeing it curiously as she takes a sip of the champagne.
Finally she approaches the table and pulls the chair out, turning the laptop to face her now. Behind her you can see that instead of her porch opening out into a wide green yard, it opens out into nothing with large skyscrapers in the background.
For a moment Mal spends some time skimming through the posts that’s on the community before she starts to smirk a little, laughing slightly at the absurd idea of worldhopping.]
Is this my invention? [She muses with a smile.] Or something my Dom thought up. I don’t remember making this. But I like the idea. Maybe it is both of ours.
If I’m reading this correctly, this is a community for people from different… worlds? Correct? [It’s hard to miss the heavy French accent. Really heavy, with heavy emphasis on the vowels and slight pauses as she thinks to word things correctly.]
But it does beg the question. Does this place exist only because we imagined it?
[She seems to focus on this thought heavily now, drifting off as she sips at her champagne before looking back at the camera.]
Either way. My name is Mallorie Cobb. But please, call me Mal. [She smiles at the video.] And it is lovely to meet all of you.
Third Person:
Salt water lapped at the young woman’s feet as she stared out across the horizon. The horizon of the world she created. So that the sun set on it’s beauty every day and rose again every morning to reveal nothing but the perfection that Mal and Dom had so desired.
It was almost unbearable how perfect their world had become. It was so full of so much that she could hardly believe it had come from only her and Dom and their endless creation. But it had. And it was all theirs. No one else could even imagine the world they had created together. Because nothing else compared to it. It was full of things that shouldn’t exist but did. And full of their memories.
It was wrong to create from memory. They both knew it was a bad move, that creating from memory blurred the lines between reality and the dream. But both were addicted to their own creation that they couldn’t bare to put a stop to any of it. To let those memories crumble and fade when they could exist in their reality.
Because it was real to her. Every bit of it was real to her now. The water that sprayed against her face with the wind’s movements, the sand that buried her feet before crumbling away in the tide. All of it was real.
Even the train that flew past their city every day at sunset.
She turned her back to the ocean now and smiled that soft smile of hers as she saw something else that was real. Or someone else. Her husband. Her beautiful Dom in all his glory approaching her from the city, looking just as happy to see her as she was to see him.
“Were you missing me?” She smirked slightly. As though she didn’t already know the answer.
Dom swept her up in his arms and she kissed him with a delighted laugh.
Oh yes. This was all to real.