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Character Information
General
Canon Source: Baccano!
Canon Format: Novels, adapted as an anime series.
Character's Name: Chane Laforet
Character's Age: 19.
What form will your character's NV take? A black leather-bound notepad; text appears as typewriter-print on the pages, and pictures and videos still move, albeit in black and white. She writes with a pen to send messages.
Abilities Agility, flexibility, fast reactions. Nothing supernatural.
Character's Canon Abilities:
Conditional: If your character has no superhuman canon abilities, what dormant ability will you give them? Telepathy and imprinting (projecting an idea/thought into another's mind).
Weapons: A pair of identical daggers with slightly-curved blades and black-and-gold handles.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History:
Despite her heritage of two immortal alchemists, Chane herself was born a mortal human. The purpose of her birth was to be an experiment into whether humans made immortal and eternally young by alchemy could naturally produce immortal offspring, and thus, she is counted as a failure. However, her father, Huey Laforet, raised her alone- clothed, fed and looked after her, all of which she is grateful for- with the intention of using her if she could not prove herself a successful experiment. The affection he showed was not genuine, but appeared very sincere and mature, and so Chane grew up with a firm ever-growing faith in her father's love. This was tested when, at the age of about 10, he entrusted her with his knowledge of immortality, with her permission, of course-- and, when offered a reward for keeping her father's burden of secrets, Chane requested that he take her voice from her to prevent her ever telling these secrets.
Since then, she has been irreversibly mute, and chooses to communicate through writing and facial expression, if at all. Fortunately she is still able to communicate telepathically with her father but this is due to no ability of her own; rather, her 'sister' Leeza, a homunculus created by Huey some years prior, who has the ability to communicate in such a way. Leeza acts as a medium for the two's conversation when they are apart and without her, they cannot converse telepathically. Chane has never regretted the decision; only taken on the role of her father's protector despite his immortality and taught herself all the necessary skills to defend him.
Point in Canon: December 1931/early 1932 (After the Grand Punk Railroad novel, around Drugs & Dominoes)- Chane joined an organisation of Huey's followers who named themselves the Lemures near the beginning of the year. Although neither she nor Huey agreed with their ideology, nor did the members approve of her presence, she associated herself with them once Huey had been captured and jailed, leaving her with no place to go. Above anybody else, her loyalty is to her father only- and so when the Lemures boarded the transcontinental steam-train 'The Flying Pussyfoot' in November of 1931 (when she was 19) with plans to hold hostages and demand Huey's release as ransom, she wandered away from the group. Amidst being targeted by the Lemures themselves, she clashed with a murderous member of the Russo family atop the train, then the assassin Claire Stanfield going by the name 'Vino'. Within minutes of meeting one another he discovered her loyalty to her father, and suggested marrying her in order to become Huey's son-in-law and therefore aid in protecting him. He requests that she carve her answer to this proposal into the train roof using her knives; she does so, leaving the message that she will wait for him in Manhattan (although her intent is to kill him for his knowledge), and in escaping the train, becomes a protectee of a gang of bandits onboard the train. It is with this gang, led by the individual named Jacuzzi Splot, that she lives with for the time being, meeting Claire Stanfield shortly after the train's events (in the nick of time, as he saves her from a kidnapping) and being proposed to again. Since leaving the Flying Pussyfoot, her world has opened up, and slowly she is coming to terms with making bonds with people.
Character Personality:
As the only biological daughter of the alchemist, Huey Laforet, Chane exists to protect her father. The decision that she would protect him and his knowledge of immortality was an external decision, yet she embraces it fully and goes to incredible lengths to abide by his decisions, even having chosen to give up her own voice to protect his secrets. Since birth, she has been loyal solely to Huey, her only family member and the only one in the world- she believes- who loves her. Not because he directly tells her this, but because that is what she knows love to be: care from another person with a bond to you, and as such she loves her father fiercely beneath her quite stoic exterior. She has been conditioned to carry out her duty for the rest of her life, learning to defend herself and to assassinate if necessary and as such, she has little scope of the world outside that which revolves around her father and herself.
Such a duty has shaped her existence, rather than become a burden on her life, and so her view on everyday actions is rather utilitarian. Most possessions and activities she deems to be unnecessary for her role of bodyguard- the smallest slip-up could reveal information to those with evil intentions. Chane often has the air of one who finds all around them useless, when really her judgement on what is useful or necessary for her function is based simply on what she has found to work in the past. She has had little notable intimate contact with people outside ‘family’ but this does not mean she will outright reject the emotions of others. What she will try to do is analyse them, or rather, try to understand them from her own (unbeknownst to her) sheltered and twisted way of thinking before either continuing to learn about these other points of view, or tossing them aside. In the presence of people willing to emotionally involve themselves with her, she is more likely to respond accordingly, although initially she is confused by open human emotion or wary of people in general, as her father’s followers have proven themselves untrustworthy. For this, it could be said that her weaknesses (aside from Huey who is likely her greatest strength and weakness) are the unpredictable, and raw human emotion which, too, is unpredictable.
While she may appear perpetually uninterested to those around her, it takes a certain skill to read the subtlety of her expressions. Being mute, she communicates directly when questioned by writing, or by basic body language- nodding, shaking her head, hand gestures. Otherwise she refrains from frequent conversation, partly out of inability but mostly from her disregard of certain people. Having her voice taken from her was to prevent the leakage of any of her father’s secrets, and she has taken that to the extent to refraining from talking about herself as well. The one person with whom she is able to communicate directly is her father, through a telepathic link which either one may prompt. Not having much to say is not representative of herself, however; she is still a young lady with powerful thoughts, feelings, worries and hopes, easily confused by the ordinary lives and ideas of others in comparison to her own but rarely thrown off-track. After all, it is difficult to keep secrets without a level head.
Again, to speak of herself is difficult to do, because she finds that there is little remarkable about her life, since she has known no other alternative; or perhaps the fact that so few ‘ordinary’ things such as receiving presents from family have happened is what makes her remarkable. Other than the people and events of her life she has not allowed herself many interests, although recently she has grown fond of gardening (in a bid to make herself useful) and the outside environment. Her perceptions of the world around her are constantly changing now, with all the people she has met, and her world grows as she learns.
Character Plans: Even though she is growing to understand other people and make her own bonds, Chane is still unerringly loyal to Huey and will join whichever side he chooses whilst continuing to protect him. She is good at information-gathering and not so good at social situations so she may find a place in upkeep of the city or as a Greeter.
Appearance/PB: Bottom left. Also see icons.
Writing Samples
First Person Sample
Text;
I cannot be certain if I am alone here. Manhattan, I know, is where I am never alone, yet… I have not forgotten what it means to wander unaccompanied. But I have never lived alone, and this is not Manhattan.
Where could this be?
I am not a ghost, wandering soullessly in the footsteps of a demon. Nor am I a dreaming being transcending worlds. If I could, then…
If seeing any kind of world from afar would tell me more than I know, then…
…
But I am none of these things. I am human, and I am not in a dream- my dreams do not bring me these visitations. Nor can I exist as a visitation, for I can feel. There is pain, and there is breath- I live.
If I live, still, and feel pain, and have travelled alone to a place never before encountered, and no longer hear answers to my call…
To whom did I allow this?
To what…?
… I must return, before anything happens. My world is more than this.
Third Person Sample
The watering-can slipped out of her grip and tumbled across the paving, yet it felt like it had been wrenched away. Before Chane could reconsider her decision to wear gloves with grip next time she watered the mansion plants, or reflect on how odd it was that the water had not gushed out across her shoes when its container hit the ground, her eyes closed as though forced shut. Crushing, twisting like a waterfall had pounded down upon her, the world was blacked out by heaviness and roaring wind- and everything had changed once she prised her eyes open again.
It had all changed in a wrong way- no mansion grounds, no yells of Jacuzzi's gang in the background. Only the ever-present churning sounds of a city in the background and the thrumming of sore, aching muscles in her legs just from standing. That in itself took effort, but it was the scrawlings on the wall facing her, the first welcome, that knocked the breath out of her.
This is not Manhattan. And that fact turned the feeling of wrongness into an almost overwhelming feeling of something she judged as bad.
Her vision swimming, Chane eventually obeyed her legs' refusal to keep her upright and sat on the baseball mound that had worked its way under her feet. This can't be possible, this is a trick; the thoughts flew through her mind and were struck down almost immediately, for if she could feel the solid weight of a notebook in her hand and smell the dust of an earthy playing-field, if her senses and mind had never any reason to show her anything but the truth, why betray her now? Not possible. And yet she was in a different place, inexplicably, far removed from the babble of Manhattan and the security of people she knew-- in other words, a different world.
She was not capable of creating anything, not least new worlds; Chane knew that much of her limitations.
Still, staring unerringly at the marked wall ahead of her, littered with profanity, she resolved not to become subject to this world that had dragged her in. It had her in custody now. Whether or not it had the grace to care for her was to come; slipping a pen from the spine of the notebook in her lap, she made her plea in ink.
Help me, city.
Rather than collapse to her knees, Chane inhaled sharply and steeled herself to merely stagger off the baseball mound she had come to stand on, peering still at the defaced wall of profanities and threats. 'Siren's Port' meant little to her. Why would the darkness need good luck to navigate, in a city filled with lights? Was it a challenge to her specifically, she wondered, narrowing her eyes to scrutinise a certain line of text that... could have been addressed to anybody, rationally. The burst of pain that came from focusing almost sent her reeling, and the hand that raised to touch her head in reaction was unexpectedly heavy- weighed down with a notebook she had not cared to pay attention to before.
and sat on the baseball mound to inspect the book, a pen trapped between its pages. Text swam on the pages as soon as she lifted the cover, words belonging to somebody else that scrolled in lines and disappeared if her hand wavered over them, and question marks dotting the paper if she made a mark with the pen.
Eyes widening, she imagined that was what conversing entirely in writing felt like. Replying in the same medium as her. No voices to listen to, regrettably, but there was no disappointment from her lack of voice to reply with; the words flowed still, calming her senses for the moment. Beyond now, she would not have a direction to go. Her world had been taken from her.
With nothing to lose, Chane exerted her writing to stretch uncharacteristically wide across the page, jagged letter-lines like slashes of a blade; a plea. A statement she had come to recognise as something to respect, and words she dared not call out to the only one with access to her thoughts;
Help me.
General
Canon Source: Baccano!
Canon Format: Novels, adapted as an anime series.
Character's Name: Chane Laforet
Character's Age: 19.
What form will your character's NV take? A black leather-bound notepad; text appears as typewriter-print on the pages, and pictures and videos still move, albeit in black and white. She writes with a pen to send messages.
Abilities Agility, flexibility, fast reactions. Nothing supernatural.
Character's Canon Abilities:
Conditional: If your character has no superhuman canon abilities, what dormant ability will you give them? Telepathy and imprinting (projecting an idea/thought into another's mind).
Weapons: A pair of identical daggers with slightly-curved blades and black-and-gold handles.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History:
Despite her heritage of two immortal alchemists, Chane herself was born a mortal human. The purpose of her birth was to be an experiment into whether humans made immortal and eternally young by alchemy could naturally produce immortal offspring, and thus, she is counted as a failure. However, her father, Huey Laforet, raised her alone- clothed, fed and looked after her, all of which she is grateful for- with the intention of using her if she could not prove herself a successful experiment. The affection he showed was not genuine, but appeared very sincere and mature, and so Chane grew up with a firm ever-growing faith in her father's love. This was tested when, at the age of about 10, he entrusted her with his knowledge of immortality, with her permission, of course-- and, when offered a reward for keeping her father's burden of secrets, Chane requested that he take her voice from her to prevent her ever telling these secrets.
Since then, she has been irreversibly mute, and chooses to communicate through writing and facial expression, if at all. Fortunately she is still able to communicate telepathically with her father but this is due to no ability of her own; rather, her 'sister' Leeza, a homunculus created by Huey some years prior, who has the ability to communicate in such a way. Leeza acts as a medium for the two's conversation when they are apart and without her, they cannot converse telepathically. Chane has never regretted the decision; only taken on the role of her father's protector despite his immortality and taught herself all the necessary skills to defend him.
Point in Canon: December 1931/early 1932 (After the Grand Punk Railroad novel, around Drugs & Dominoes)- Chane joined an organisation of Huey's followers who named themselves the Lemures near the beginning of the year. Although neither she nor Huey agreed with their ideology, nor did the members approve of her presence, she associated herself with them once Huey had been captured and jailed, leaving her with no place to go. Above anybody else, her loyalty is to her father only- and so when the Lemures boarded the transcontinental steam-train 'The Flying Pussyfoot' in November of 1931 (when she was 19) with plans to hold hostages and demand Huey's release as ransom, she wandered away from the group. Amidst being targeted by the Lemures themselves, she clashed with a murderous member of the Russo family atop the train, then the assassin Claire Stanfield going by the name 'Vino'. Within minutes of meeting one another he discovered her loyalty to her father, and suggested marrying her in order to become Huey's son-in-law and therefore aid in protecting him. He requests that she carve her answer to this proposal into the train roof using her knives; she does so, leaving the message that she will wait for him in Manhattan (although her intent is to kill him for his knowledge), and in escaping the train, becomes a protectee of a gang of bandits onboard the train. It is with this gang, led by the individual named Jacuzzi Splot, that she lives with for the time being, meeting Claire Stanfield shortly after the train's events (in the nick of time, as he saves her from a kidnapping) and being proposed to again. Since leaving the Flying Pussyfoot, her world has opened up, and slowly she is coming to terms with making bonds with people.
Character Personality:
As the only biological daughter of the alchemist, Huey Laforet, Chane exists to protect her father. The decision that she would protect him and his knowledge of immortality was an external decision, yet she embraces it fully and goes to incredible lengths to abide by his decisions, even having chosen to give up her own voice to protect his secrets. Since birth, she has been loyal solely to Huey, her only family member and the only one in the world- she believes- who loves her. Not because he directly tells her this, but because that is what she knows love to be: care from another person with a bond to you, and as such she loves her father fiercely beneath her quite stoic exterior. She has been conditioned to carry out her duty for the rest of her life, learning to defend herself and to assassinate if necessary and as such, she has little scope of the world outside that which revolves around her father and herself.
Such a duty has shaped her existence, rather than become a burden on her life, and so her view on everyday actions is rather utilitarian. Most possessions and activities she deems to be unnecessary for her role of bodyguard- the smallest slip-up could reveal information to those with evil intentions. Chane often has the air of one who finds all around them useless, when really her judgement on what is useful or necessary for her function is based simply on what she has found to work in the past. She has had little notable intimate contact with people outside ‘family’ but this does not mean she will outright reject the emotions of others. What she will try to do is analyse them, or rather, try to understand them from her own (unbeknownst to her) sheltered and twisted way of thinking before either continuing to learn about these other points of view, or tossing them aside. In the presence of people willing to emotionally involve themselves with her, she is more likely to respond accordingly, although initially she is confused by open human emotion or wary of people in general, as her father’s followers have proven themselves untrustworthy. For this, it could be said that her weaknesses (aside from Huey who is likely her greatest strength and weakness) are the unpredictable, and raw human emotion which, too, is unpredictable.
While she may appear perpetually uninterested to those around her, it takes a certain skill to read the subtlety of her expressions. Being mute, she communicates directly when questioned by writing, or by basic body language- nodding, shaking her head, hand gestures. Otherwise she refrains from frequent conversation, partly out of inability but mostly from her disregard of certain people. Having her voice taken from her was to prevent the leakage of any of her father’s secrets, and she has taken that to the extent to refraining from talking about herself as well. The one person with whom she is able to communicate directly is her father, through a telepathic link which either one may prompt. Not having much to say is not representative of herself, however; she is still a young lady with powerful thoughts, feelings, worries and hopes, easily confused by the ordinary lives and ideas of others in comparison to her own but rarely thrown off-track. After all, it is difficult to keep secrets without a level head.
Again, to speak of herself is difficult to do, because she finds that there is little remarkable about her life, since she has known no other alternative; or perhaps the fact that so few ‘ordinary’ things such as receiving presents from family have happened is what makes her remarkable. Other than the people and events of her life she has not allowed herself many interests, although recently she has grown fond of gardening (in a bid to make herself useful) and the outside environment. Her perceptions of the world around her are constantly changing now, with all the people she has met, and her world grows as she learns.
Character Plans: Even though she is growing to understand other people and make her own bonds, Chane is still unerringly loyal to Huey and will join whichever side he chooses whilst continuing to protect him. She is good at information-gathering and not so good at social situations so she may find a place in upkeep of the city or as a Greeter.
Appearance/PB: Bottom left. Also see icons.
Writing Samples
First Person Sample
Text;
I cannot be certain if I am alone here. Manhattan, I know, is where I am never alone, yet… I have not forgotten what it means to wander unaccompanied. But I have never lived alone, and this is not Manhattan.
Where could this be?
I am not a ghost, wandering soullessly in the footsteps of a demon. Nor am I a dreaming being transcending worlds. If I could, then…
If seeing any kind of world from afar would tell me more than I know, then…
…
But I am none of these things. I am human, and I am not in a dream- my dreams do not bring me these visitations. Nor can I exist as a visitation, for I can feel. There is pain, and there is breath- I live.
If I live, still, and feel pain, and have travelled alone to a place never before encountered, and no longer hear answers to my call…
To whom did I allow this?
To what…?
… I must return, before anything happens. My world is more than this.
Third Person Sample
The watering-can slipped out of her grip and tumbled across the paving, yet it felt like it had been wrenched away. Before Chane could reconsider her decision to wear gloves with grip next time she watered the mansion plants, or reflect on how odd it was that the water had not gushed out across her shoes when its container hit the ground, her eyes closed as though forced shut. Crushing, twisting like a waterfall had pounded down upon her, the world was blacked out by heaviness and roaring wind- and everything had changed once she prised her eyes open again.
It had all changed in a wrong way- no mansion grounds, no yells of Jacuzzi's gang in the background. Only the ever-present churning sounds of a city in the background and the thrumming of sore, aching muscles in her legs just from standing. That in itself took effort, but it was the scrawlings on the wall facing her, the first welcome, that knocked the breath out of her.
This is not Manhattan. And that fact turned the feeling of wrongness into an almost overwhelming feeling of something she judged as bad.
Her vision swimming, Chane eventually obeyed her legs' refusal to keep her upright and sat on the baseball mound that had worked its way under her feet. This can't be possible, this is a trick; the thoughts flew through her mind and were struck down almost immediately, for if she could feel the solid weight of a notebook in her hand and smell the dust of an earthy playing-field, if her senses and mind had never any reason to show her anything but the truth, why betray her now? Not possible. And yet she was in a different place, inexplicably, far removed from the babble of Manhattan and the security of people she knew-- in other words, a different world.
She was not capable of creating anything, not least new worlds; Chane knew that much of her limitations.
Still, staring unerringly at the marked wall ahead of her, littered with profanity, she resolved not to become subject to this world that had dragged her in. It had her in custody now. Whether or not it had the grace to care for her was to come; slipping a pen from the spine of the notebook in her lap, she made her plea in ink.
Help me, city.
Rather than collapse to her knees, Chane inhaled sharply and steeled herself to merely stagger off the baseball mound she had come to stand on, peering still at the defaced wall of profanities and threats. 'Siren's Port' meant little to her. Why would the darkness need good luck to navigate, in a city filled with lights? Was it a challenge to her specifically, she wondered, narrowing her eyes to scrutinise a certain line of text that... could have been addressed to anybody, rationally. The burst of pain that came from focusing almost sent her reeling, and the hand that raised to touch her head in reaction was unexpectedly heavy- weighed down with a notebook she had not cared to pay attention to before.
and sat on the baseball mound to inspect the book, a pen trapped between its pages. Text swam on the pages as soon as she lifted the cover, words belonging to somebody else that scrolled in lines and disappeared if her hand wavered over them, and question marks dotting the paper if she made a mark with the pen.
Eyes widening, she imagined that was what conversing entirely in writing felt like. Replying in the same medium as her. No voices to listen to, regrettably, but there was no disappointment from her lack of voice to reply with; the words flowed still, calming her senses for the moment. Beyond now, she would not have a direction to go. Her world had been taken from her.
With nothing to lose, Chane exerted her writing to stretch uncharacteristically wide across the page, jagged letter-lines like slashes of a blade; a plea. A statement she had come to recognise as something to respect, and words she dared not call out to the only one with access to her thoughts;
Help me.