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Character: Felli Loss
Series: Chrome Shelled Regios
Character Age: 17
Canon: Chrome Shelled Regios takes place in a barren wasteland, poisoned by pollutants that make it inhospitable to most forms of life. The few survivors live in large, domed cities that roam the world and try to avoid trouble, which tends to come in the form of huge, buglike Filth Monsters. If an encounter does occur, the only line of defense are a city's Military Artists, people trained in the use of their spiritual power. Most of them are fighters, but when you're faced with hordes of enemies more than twice your size, some backup is always nice--and that's where the psychokinesists like Felli come in. The sparkly human equivalent of a combination computer and switchboard, psychokinesists use their telepathic and telekinetic abilities to observe and analyze the world around them, and relay this information to other people while keeping them in contact with each other.
The downside is that because most psychokinesists are too used to internally processing their constant influx of information, they're really, really bad at dealing with and showing their emotions. As a result, Felli's default expression is serious. She's quiet, clinical and blunt, getting right to the point with the occasional dry or cutting remark, all without batting an eye or changing her tone. This is true even when her somewhat unique perspective on the world shows itself, allowing her to say some ridiculous things (like asking someone if she can call them "Lay the flash") with a perfectly straight face. A private person, she's been getting a little better about showing some things when she's by herself or with those she's close to. But when she can't control her anger and frustration anymore, she still tends to release it explosively on inanimate objects, either with powerful kicks or impressive strings of obscenities. Once that's done, in the next instant she'll be back to her usual deadpan self.
Note: When venting, she actually says "*bleep*" instead of swearing. She also dislikes her older brother, the manipulative school president/boss of their city, Zuellni.
Sample Post:
Why . . . am I here. There are no swamps in Zuellni, therefore that cannot be where I am. Is this another of my brother's ideas? Transporting teams to a dangerous swamp without their knowledge and then making them train together to promote cooperation . . . that's something my brother would do. Bastard. . . . no, if that's true, where's everyone else? I can't sense any of my platoon members in the area. Does that mean this really isn't Zuellni? That's ridiculous, where else could it be. But all the information indicates that it isn't. If that's the case, where am I? . . . this is annoying. I don't want to be lost. How annoying...annoying...annoying! I hate being lost! When I find who did this, I'll *bleep* him and *bleep* him and then *bleep* *bleep* him! And then I'll *bleep* *bleep *bleep* his *bleep* with a *bleep*!
...there. Preliminary scan complete. Presently, the city is approximately 6.2 kilometers in diameter. However, its size is constantly changing, along with the overhead dome made of an unidentified but hard material. Despite the similarities in appearance, it does not seem to be a normal roaming city. They're of an unknown source and type, but the radiation levels I've measured inside are over nine thousand times greater than any others I've encountered. I don't understand. Why would someone want to keep the pollutants trapped with the people? The environment does not pose an immediate threat to life, but there appear to be many long-term side effects. The plant life has mutated and developed a primitive form of sentience. Some of them have also imitated the life form in the lake, as their probing limbs share a 52% similarity in basic structure and function.
However, while the mutations have allowed the plant life to advance, the primary human population has regressed. I can detect no life signs, but they must be alive, since some of them are still capable of basic motor functions. Their preoccupation with other people's brains may be because they emit no brainwaves of their own. In other words, overcompensation. . . . movement detected at two o'clock. One male human is approaching from the rear at 0.5 kilometers per hour. He may be coming slowly, but he is coming.
Hello. Do you need something? ...you want my help? Why? Ah, it's a relationship problem? I see, the person you like rejected your present so you want advice. But it's useless. My scan tells me you two are incompatible. You may have the same stagnant bloodtype now, but they're still clashing shades of green. Also, you're in different stages of decomposition. At this rate, when she's losing ears, you'll already be down to your last leg. But if you still want to try...a finger is no good as a present. Most people give flowers, but that isn't a good idea here. They could bite her nose off. You should give her something meaningful, like your heart. Or your teeth, so when hers fall out, she can use yours instead. That way, whenever she tries to chew on someone else, she'll be reminded of you. Furthermore, part of you will always be with her. That's romantic, isn't it?
Voting went here. 84.9% (45 in, 8 out)
Series: Chrome Shelled Regios
Character Age: 17
Canon: Chrome Shelled Regios takes place in a barren wasteland, poisoned by pollutants that make it inhospitable to most forms of life. The few survivors live in large, domed cities that roam the world and try to avoid trouble, which tends to come in the form of huge, buglike Filth Monsters. If an encounter does occur, the only line of defense are a city's Military Artists, people trained in the use of their spiritual power. Most of them are fighters, but when you're faced with hordes of enemies more than twice your size, some backup is always nice--and that's where the psychokinesists like Felli come in. The sparkly human equivalent of a combination computer and switchboard, psychokinesists use their telepathic and telekinetic abilities to observe and analyze the world around them, and relay this information to other people while keeping them in contact with each other.
The downside is that because most psychokinesists are too used to internally processing their constant influx of information, they're really, really bad at dealing with and showing their emotions. As a result, Felli's default expression is serious. She's quiet, clinical and blunt, getting right to the point with the occasional dry or cutting remark, all without batting an eye or changing her tone. This is true even when her somewhat unique perspective on the world shows itself, allowing her to say some ridiculous things (like asking someone if she can call them "Lay the flash") with a perfectly straight face. A private person, she's been getting a little better about showing some things when she's by herself or with those she's close to. But when she can't control her anger and frustration anymore, she still tends to release it explosively on inanimate objects, either with powerful kicks or impressive strings of obscenities. Once that's done, in the next instant she'll be back to her usual deadpan self.
Note: When venting, she actually says "*bleep*" instead of swearing. She also dislikes her older brother, the manipulative school president/boss of their city, Zuellni.
Sample Post:
Why . . . am I here. There are no swamps in Zuellni, therefore that cannot be where I am. Is this another of my brother's ideas? Transporting teams to a dangerous swamp without their knowledge and then making them train together to promote cooperation . . . that's something my brother would do. Bastard. . . . no, if that's true, where's everyone else? I can't sense any of my platoon members in the area. Does that mean this really isn't Zuellni? That's ridiculous, where else could it be. But all the information indicates that it isn't. If that's the case, where am I? . . . this is annoying. I don't want to be lost. How annoying...annoying...annoying! I hate being lost! When I find who did this, I'll *bleep* him and *bleep* him and then *bleep* *bleep* him! And then I'll *bleep* *bleep *bleep* his *bleep* with a *bleep*!
...there. Preliminary scan complete. Presently, the city is approximately 6.2 kilometers in diameter. However, its size is constantly changing, along with the overhead dome made of an unidentified but hard material. Despite the similarities in appearance, it does not seem to be a normal roaming city. They're of an unknown source and type, but the radiation levels I've measured inside are over nine thousand times greater than any others I've encountered. I don't understand. Why would someone want to keep the pollutants trapped with the people? The environment does not pose an immediate threat to life, but there appear to be many long-term side effects. The plant life has mutated and developed a primitive form of sentience. Some of them have also imitated the life form in the lake, as their probing limbs share a 52% similarity in basic structure and function.
However, while the mutations have allowed the plant life to advance, the primary human population has regressed. I can detect no life signs, but they must be alive, since some of them are still capable of basic motor functions. Their preoccupation with other people's brains may be because they emit no brainwaves of their own. In other words, overcompensation. . . . movement detected at two o'clock. One male human is approaching from the rear at 0.5 kilometers per hour. He may be coming slowly, but he is coming.
Hello. Do you need something? ...you want my help? Why? Ah, it's a relationship problem? I see, the person you like rejected your present so you want advice. But it's useless. My scan tells me you two are incompatible. You may have the same stagnant bloodtype now, but they're still clashing shades of green. Also, you're in different stages of decomposition. At this rate, when she's losing ears, you'll already be down to your last leg. But if you still want to try...a finger is no good as a present. Most people give flowers, but that isn't a good idea here. They could bite her nose off. You should give her something meaningful, like your heart. Or your teeth, so when hers fall out, she can use yours instead. That way, whenever she tries to chew on someone else, she'll be reminded of you. Furthermore, part of you will always be with her. That's romantic, isn't it?
Voting went here. 84.9% (45 in, 8 out)