Post by Dr. Cecilia Geraldine on Nov 10, 2009 1:04:49 GMT -5
(OK. I was talking to Vexen about this character. I made her a long time ago but the site I put her on went down right after I posted her and I never got to use her so if you see anything that pertains to FFVII, let me know. I tried to take all of it out but it's probably still in there somewhere. Originally she's not a FFVII fanchara, but I haven't written her true 40 year long profile up yet and I don't really want to right now so I'm cheating. Let me know if she's ok. JSYK, I want to use Sylvia as well (but I'll put in another app for her.))
Nickname: Kerri or Masq (I respond to both)
RP Experience: 10 years (give or take) I started a long time ago.
Name: Doctor Cecilia Geraldine
Age: 35
Anime/Game/OC: OC
Personality:
Cecilia is not overly social. She’s blunt and matter-of-fact. Cecilia feels she should not have to coddle anyone; even her own daughter is expected to be an adult and compliant. Prideful, she doesn‘t react well to anyone doubting her intelligence, but has no problem when someone doubts her sanity, usually coming back with a quip about “sanity hinders true genius.” She’s spent so much time locked up in the darkness that she’s eccentric to say the least. She does not smile openly unless she is amused by one’s stupidity and has no shame in saying such. Cecilia likes speaking in short abrupt answers to common questions and does not believe in small talk. When it comes to explanations, however, she can be lengthy and rather boisterous. She is sort of like the mother who lives through her daughter, only she’s sacrificing her daughter in full knowing.
Typically if it doesn’t have to do with furthering her research or gaining in someway towards the end of making Project Divinity a success she’s not particularly interested and has more important things to do. The food she eats is sparse and the rest she receives is more so and her sickly, pale and unfortunate look is to be the result of that… but also her personality seems stretched, worn and tattered. She seems like a hardened turtle; slowly working toward something her mind is way ahead of her on; praying she makes it to her goal in the time allotted her. She has been heard to make a comment or two about “truly uniting” with her daughter by going to sleep and never waking up or some other such morbid speech, which, if Sylvia hears, causes her blood pressure and brain waves to reach alarming levels and she must be further sedated. Some think this amuses Cecilia and that’s why she does it.
Considering herself above petty feuds and emotions, she tried to keep a lid on any and all outbursts and attempts to seem patient. This is a guise easily seen through as her face is so pale that any change in blood pressure will make it red. She has a particularly hard time staying straight with Sylvia and keeping her mask in place as Sylvia has had a long time to learn the right buttons to push to anger her mother and even the right ones to push to get her way. Be that as it may, Cecilia still “loves” Sylvia in her mind and is doing what she thinks she has to in order to be the best mother she can be. In fact, she sees herself as a sort of mother to a goddess… at the very least a savior. That being said, it could be said that to a point she’s doing this for her own vanity and success rather than her child’s.
History:
Cecilia came from a world in decline. A world full of wicked people and an economy and ecology in decline. Her world was falling apart. But she didn’t know it.
Born in a small village in the countryside, Cecilia Wyntar was once a very sweet, happy young girl. The world had it‘s troubles and it did not effect her in innocent naiveté. She grew up and at the tender age of 18 married a man only a few years older named Eben Geraldine, just a common young man from her home town but who had loved Cecilia dearly. But feeling the world and reality crash on them they began to grow up realizing that they could not live on joy and laughter alone. So Eben came up with the idea to take his beautiful bride to the capital and there he was sure he could find work.
They ran a small restaurant in the capitol, Rigapold. The profits were minuscule and soon they realized this was not the life they’d wanted for themselves. Upset and uncertain of their future, they thought it was a blessing when a man named Voldeworth ducked into their little establishment and took notice of Cecilia’s gift with equations and putting together proper sequences. He tested her ability as if it were a game and soon began coming back frequently, but always under the cover of dark. Soon they became what you could call friends.
Neo continued to teach Cecilia and in turn she made money righting other people‘s books and such things. In confidence and trust and thankfulness, Eben told Neo that he owed him largely for what he’d done for his family. When Neo expressed that he needed help with a theory he head, Eben did not hesitate and offered to help in any way he could. Doctor Voldeworth began bringing strange devices and checking Eben’s physical status, “for reference” in his experiment; he was checking the potency of his very life force. He wanted Eben to be a guinea pig for a theory he was developing. In exchange, He offered to always make sure the woman and child were well taken care of. Ironically, he kept his word.
Eben began doing as the man requested and soon was spending vast amounts of time away from home. Cecilia sent him off with a smile every morning and he came home drained and in a bad way every few days. The last morning he left she smiled and waved as he said it was for his family. He didn’t reappear for a week… then Dr. Neo Voldeworth came alone to tell her that there had been an attack on his lab nearby… A rival company and some desert vagabonds turned mercenary… and that Eben had died in the attack.
Cecilia believes that to be the truth even now but the truth is that Eben did not die of assassination but of over experimentation. Dr. Voldeworth was attempting to generate more power than any machine could by using a human, putting them in a state of half-life, and using their natural life force to create more energy. His calculations were terribly off, however, and it cost a few poor, naïve fools their lives in exchange for a small amount of money.
Absorbed in her grief and fearing for the future of her daughter and having no close family to turn to, Cecilia began introducing herself to the idea of leaving her child on a doorstep somewhere and simply going away to die, believing the child would be better off that way. She’d forced herself to think of it as being a good mother. Neo told her that a good mother would make her child a better future, not by abandoning her, but by taking her away from the gaze of the monopolizing companies of the capital and organized crime of the outlands and into hiding. Cecilia, vulnerable and with no other option in her mind, packed her few meager belongings and followed the man into the far south and when they reached a farmhouse, he guided them inside through a wall, down a long set of stairs and into an underground laboratory, where “you’ll be safe.” The effects of this time, the depression and her grief, caused a great wound inside Cecilia that has never truly healed, but festers with the idea that the only way for her to be a good mother; a good person; is to complete her self assigned mission, shown to her by Dr. Voldeworth.
They stayed there, Cecilia continuing her studies and the Doctor working on young Sylvia and performing experiments on her until finally the answer was found. The potential; ESP; was used to determine what qualities were required to find a good body and spirit to make the equation work best with the least amount of waste. Young, pure and gifted seemed to carry the best chance at successful generation. The idea that DNA and natural biological processes chose certain people to bestow gifts on such as intelligence, power and other such things was part of the Doctor’s abstract idea that humans could be used as a substitute for normal and declining sources of fuel. It would not only benefit people but the planet as well.
ESP, Extraordinary Substance Potential, meant that someone was born with the potential to create large and potent amounts of energy; more so than the majority or normal humans. The potential cannot be obtained or learned; you have to be born with it. Sometimes in life it will manifest itself as a talent or a uniqueness, molded and shaped by experience and training until it is arguable that you are above the vast majority of your kind. When you are young, this energy is completely potential. As you grow, it changes from potential energy to kinetic energy. After a certain age, the potential energy is spent and your mind and body lock into what you have become to an extent. Learning becomes harder. Pushing your boundaries becomes more difficult… and more deadly… and your overall capacity slowly reverts back to how it needs to be to return to the life stream.
But force creating a physical manifestation of a human’s potential; sometimes called a spirit; and collecting it from the amplified metabolism and brainwaves of the small child was risky. They needed a system to filter out the natural defenses nature placed in her that keep too much life/energy/spirit from forming within her. Realizing that her body would need another force to counteract or it would self destruct, they began filtering trace amounts of someone else’s energy/spirit into her for her body to attack. Her body naturally attacked the foreign substance that was not exactly as she was; giving the machines time to harvest the increased energy without unnecessary complications to the child’s body. Quickly filtering out the trace amounts of alternate spirit would calm her systems until the energy inside her built up again. Many wires and tubes had to be connected to the young child. Further placing wires and tubes into the small girl, they kept her under constant surveillance to make sure she survived every transfusion and extraction, finally attaching a monitor directly into her nervous system to keep her in the perfect conditions.
For some strange reason, the flux of energy caused the monitor to flash strange images and wording.
One day, the wording began flashing when Cecilia was talking to Sylvia during a routine check up. Such checkups cannot be done while the child is completely sedated but their blood pressure cannot go up too much or the readings will be inaccurate, so as a calming gesture, Cecilia speaks to and soothes her young daughter, touches her hands and face while doing the check ups. During one such check up, Cecilia was attempting to reinforce her daughter’s will and self confidence so that she would remain calm.
“You’re so strong… you wait and see… everyone will always remember you, Sylvia. You‘ll be the one to change this world.”
The screen flashed a few odd numbers and symbols before something stuck to the screen long enough to read it. “…Will you always remember me, Mommy?”
“Of course I will… You’re my beautiful, special, amazing little girl,” she’d gushed in wonder at what her little girl was accomplishing. Projecting her thoughts into the monitor willfully... what else would she be able to do in time?
“…I’m scared…” Such conversations where Sylvia was scared were the most understandable conversations as when she was happy or bored or calm her mind wandered and did not make sense. But when she was in pain or afraid, more intelligent conversation would appear as if from no where.
After a few adjustments they were able to control what it was the Monitor would tune into to a point. But Sylvia was always able to turn it off if she were not sedated enough to be peaceful, so her level of consciousness had to be doubly watched.
As a particular company called Quake picked up notoriousness, smaller families like the one Cecilia and Sylvia came from were more common, and the idea that their families could help find an alternative that would end Quake was grandly illustrious, if kept very secret except to those who would disappear in the night and never be heard from again.
Quake was both into organized crime and extorting money from entire cities by building power companies and threatening to shut them down if no payment was made.
As they were not an outright active group towards shutting Quake down, but underground and as the spotlight was stolen by others, particularly a group called Typhoon, they had no problem remaining generally under the radar in their little lab until their circuit of children were able to be called complete and experiments were successfully completed to fix problems of growing food and purifying water. The families and scientists that had come following the promise for a new future where their children made the world a better place and their families were remembered through all history as saviors and angels… as Gods and Goddesses.. .those people learned quickly how to work in a way to benefit the lab.
During the time in the underground lab, Dr. Neo, his body fatigued by his work and life and his spirit bogged down by a force unseen, died just as the project finally started making real headway, when he‘d finally discovered young Sylvia. His death did not mean the end of his legacy, however, as the children dreamed on of a better future even as the past was washed away.
In Cecilia's blind and cold determination to make her daughter a tiny Goddess of power and salvation, she completed the generators for the other 11 children who showed potential and the workers, willing and unwitting parents under her guidance, believing their children were doing something great for the world, completed the first completely Divinity Laboratory. Testing took place for five years.
It was time to go topside. Time to find the funds to make the world Divinity friendly. Low and behold… it was the perfect time. The world was looking for a new energy source… and even the crime syndicates were desperate. Cecilia took a small group, leaving the rest to tend the children, and began seeking out the funding to complete their missions of making their children Gods and Goddesses in the eyes of the mortals who needed them.
Sylvia is now a 10 year old youngling. But when her mother left the lab for the first time in seven years, Sylvia dreamed that she was awake… and in a ghostlike projection…followed her mother. What should have been a mere dream was amplified by the excessive levels of spirit and Sylvia’s soul truly did walk amongst the normal people, fading in and out like a mysterious fog, sometimes being only a soft voice on the wind.
This was not a good turn of events… Cecilia knew this… it could be signs that they were going to have trouble controlling her… but they couldn’t worry about that now. Now, when they were so close!
Keeping a close eye on her daughter, she’s decided to keep such things discreet and continue seeking out funding to continue her research, telling herself it was for the good of her daughter... for their future… for the good of the world.
Four years later, the Project and the lab lay in ruins. The only supposed survivors were Cecilia and Sylvia who ran as fugitives from the lab before it had been attacked.
It was a great shame… to lose so much research and have only the comatose body of her daughter left…
But Cecilia decided… she would continue her research…She WOULD make her child a goddess.
The just needed to lay low and rebuild… it would take time… but Cecilia had a disk with a copy of the hard drive she’d used in the lab until that point.
It would take time… but she could rebuild.
She just needed more time…
Role:
Math Teacher
Weaknesses:
Physical Anything
Emotional People (it throws her off)
Nonsense (drives her nuts)
Strengths:
Any kind of Math
Mental Conflict
Deception
Weapons/Magic:
A hand gun is the weapon she learned to use to defend herself.
She’s picked up a little spirit/magic knowledge in working with her project and has learned a few spells.
Cold Wave - an icy gust whips around and flings ice shards in the direction she aims it. This technique is unique to Cecilia where she’s from and is the first she learned because it is her “spirit technique”; the one that reflects her personality best.
Bio Spark - an electrical attack that comes from someone’s bio electricity. It gathers in the hands and can be passed into another being to cause pain and damage.
She’s not over throwing chalk/markers at disobedient students either.
How did you come to be at the academy?:
Fleeing from people who wanted to dismantle her lab and her equipment, including her precious memory logs, Cecilia plans to set up a laboratory in the school to continue her work in secret with an obvious cover.
Custom Title:
Brilliant Scientist~Horrible Mother
RP Sample:
Cecilia rechecked the stats on Sylvia’s monitor and compared them to one of her 11 adoptive siblings. Sylvia’s potential was growing much faster than her successors on an individual scale… but then she had been exposed to this treatment much earlier than the others and was far ahead of them in the logs. Her body was accepting the treatments and running with the system like a well oiled machine built specifically for the job.
Watching the monitors blink in a strange sort of game between the 12 children, she could hear faint echoes of laughter on a faint breeze. The flashing lights seemed to signal some sort of passing of a ball or perhaps like the game hot potato? Cecilia looked to see who would end up lit up last. After watching for a while and filing away details for further study on the socializing and communication of the young subjects under sedated state, she noticed that Sylvia’s monitor had not lit up in a long time. This was unusual. Sylvia did not enjoy being alone or ignored. She was not that kind of child. Someone had to be with her or she would be afraid.
Cecilia watched Sylvia’s monitor carefully and noticed that her daughter was dreaming again. Subtly switching on a recording device on the main terminal, Cecilia watched the dream with fascination. Sylvia was standing on a busy street in the capitol. This wasn’t unusual. Her dreams were not often of fantastic things like other children, but of the real world that she had never really known. She would observe; not doing anything… just watching the people. Once in a while someone would stop and look at her. The screen began to fuzz with snow and interference. Cecilia’s eyes narrowed, wondering if Sylvia was doing it again.
She turned the monitor to another frequency; this one showed Sylvia’s brainwaves. Soon she was communicating with someone… her mind was processing some form of communication… But with who? None of the other children were conversing with Sylvia… No one in the lab was speaking or making noises besides the game of light catch the children were playing…
Cecilia turned the monitor back to the original frequency and watched as Sylvia was talking to someone who was taking up her view, meaning they were very close. Cecilia’s eyes widened. She rushed over to the main computer and quickly turned off the device recording the dream even as she grabbed an injection needle and put Sylvia once again into a restful peace so that she could not control her mind so much. The screen fuzzed and went blank, signaling the end of Sylvia’s “dream”.
As the picture faded out and Sylvia could no longer force project herself, her body relaxed to a nearly limp state as opposed to a tense and twitching one. Cecilia turned to the recorded dream on the main computer. This had gone too far. Observing and recording was no longer an option… not after that little display. No… Sylvia needed to be kept heavily sedated at ALL times… she could not chance that Sylvia would once again project herself into the real world… reveal who and what she was…. Secrets about the experiment… the lab… the subjects…
She slammed a book on the table nearby in frustration. Dammit all! This could ruin everything! Sylvia’s screen flashed yellow a bit in an alarmed way. Then a few words scrolled across.
“Are you angry, mother?”
Cecilia walked over and took Sylvia’s limp and unresponsive hand. For some reason, she reacted better when touched. Not as foggy or out of it. “Sylvia… you should never talk to strangers…”
“No stranger, mommy… Chino is nice.” The screen replied in what Cecilia could only imagine was a chirpy, happy answer, as if the girl were saying, “How smart I am!”
Cecilia felt her blood pressure go up and squeezed the girl’s hand. “You know better than leaving the lab, Sylvia. Especially to speak to Quake. You must realize the responsibility on your shoulders…” Cecilia’s voice was taking on a lecturing tone.
“Booooriiiiiing.” The monitor scrolled and a whispering, sleepy voice sang the word in a seemingly malicious attempt to get her way. “Mommy is so Booooooriiiiiing.”
Soon the room was full of chorus’ of “Boooooring!” “So Boring!” “Bored!” “I want to go play!” as the children echoed her sentiment about not being able to project themselves out of the lab. The monitors were lit up like Christmas as each child showed through color and image how bored they were, some showing the color gray, one or two showing a window in a thunderstorm as one would see if they were stuck indoors on a rainy day, and still others were showing things like cages and locks with assorted things like candy and sunshine being seen through the bars or through the keyholes.
Cecilia glared down at her daughter’s sleeping face. There had to be a way to control her… Some how.
This was going to ruin the funding she’d nearly secured… They’d have to come up with another way to sedate her… At this rate what they'd been using wouldn't be strong enough soon.
Cecilia walked over to her computer, letting the kids throw their little temper tantrums and have their fun. It didn’t matter about the voices… The real problem came when Sylvia became strong enough from the generating of spirit inside her to control her destiny even if she could not control her body. At such a crucial time… this could not be a worse predicament… Who would buy a generator that they could not control? Who would fund a defunct system? If no one bought the system… it would never become widespread… Divinity would never come to pass…
Something had to be done about Sylvia.
Password:
Delicious cornflakes
~Come Tell Us About Yourself~
Cecilia Geraldine in the Lab.
About the Roleplayer
Cecilia Geraldine in the Lab.
About the Roleplayer
Nickname: Kerri or Masq (I respond to both)
RP Experience: 10 years (give or take) I started a long time ago.
About the Character
Name: Doctor Cecilia Geraldine
Age: 35
Anime/Game/OC: OC
Personality:
Cecilia is not overly social. She’s blunt and matter-of-fact. Cecilia feels she should not have to coddle anyone; even her own daughter is expected to be an adult and compliant. Prideful, she doesn‘t react well to anyone doubting her intelligence, but has no problem when someone doubts her sanity, usually coming back with a quip about “sanity hinders true genius.” She’s spent so much time locked up in the darkness that she’s eccentric to say the least. She does not smile openly unless she is amused by one’s stupidity and has no shame in saying such. Cecilia likes speaking in short abrupt answers to common questions and does not believe in small talk. When it comes to explanations, however, she can be lengthy and rather boisterous. She is sort of like the mother who lives through her daughter, only she’s sacrificing her daughter in full knowing.
Typically if it doesn’t have to do with furthering her research or gaining in someway towards the end of making Project Divinity a success she’s not particularly interested and has more important things to do. The food she eats is sparse and the rest she receives is more so and her sickly, pale and unfortunate look is to be the result of that… but also her personality seems stretched, worn and tattered. She seems like a hardened turtle; slowly working toward something her mind is way ahead of her on; praying she makes it to her goal in the time allotted her. She has been heard to make a comment or two about “truly uniting” with her daughter by going to sleep and never waking up or some other such morbid speech, which, if Sylvia hears, causes her blood pressure and brain waves to reach alarming levels and she must be further sedated. Some think this amuses Cecilia and that’s why she does it.
Considering herself above petty feuds and emotions, she tried to keep a lid on any and all outbursts and attempts to seem patient. This is a guise easily seen through as her face is so pale that any change in blood pressure will make it red. She has a particularly hard time staying straight with Sylvia and keeping her mask in place as Sylvia has had a long time to learn the right buttons to push to anger her mother and even the right ones to push to get her way. Be that as it may, Cecilia still “loves” Sylvia in her mind and is doing what she thinks she has to in order to be the best mother she can be. In fact, she sees herself as a sort of mother to a goddess… at the very least a savior. That being said, it could be said that to a point she’s doing this for her own vanity and success rather than her child’s.
History:
Cecilia came from a world in decline. A world full of wicked people and an economy and ecology in decline. Her world was falling apart. But she didn’t know it.
Born in a small village in the countryside, Cecilia Wyntar was once a very sweet, happy young girl. The world had it‘s troubles and it did not effect her in innocent naiveté. She grew up and at the tender age of 18 married a man only a few years older named Eben Geraldine, just a common young man from her home town but who had loved Cecilia dearly. But feeling the world and reality crash on them they began to grow up realizing that they could not live on joy and laughter alone. So Eben came up with the idea to take his beautiful bride to the capital and there he was sure he could find work.
They ran a small restaurant in the capitol, Rigapold. The profits were minuscule and soon they realized this was not the life they’d wanted for themselves. Upset and uncertain of their future, they thought it was a blessing when a man named Voldeworth ducked into their little establishment and took notice of Cecilia’s gift with equations and putting together proper sequences. He tested her ability as if it were a game and soon began coming back frequently, but always under the cover of dark. Soon they became what you could call friends.
Neo continued to teach Cecilia and in turn she made money righting other people‘s books and such things. In confidence and trust and thankfulness, Eben told Neo that he owed him largely for what he’d done for his family. When Neo expressed that he needed help with a theory he head, Eben did not hesitate and offered to help in any way he could. Doctor Voldeworth began bringing strange devices and checking Eben’s physical status, “for reference” in his experiment; he was checking the potency of his very life force. He wanted Eben to be a guinea pig for a theory he was developing. In exchange, He offered to always make sure the woman and child were well taken care of. Ironically, he kept his word.
Eben began doing as the man requested and soon was spending vast amounts of time away from home. Cecilia sent him off with a smile every morning and he came home drained and in a bad way every few days. The last morning he left she smiled and waved as he said it was for his family. He didn’t reappear for a week… then Dr. Neo Voldeworth came alone to tell her that there had been an attack on his lab nearby… A rival company and some desert vagabonds turned mercenary… and that Eben had died in the attack.
Cecilia believes that to be the truth even now but the truth is that Eben did not die of assassination but of over experimentation. Dr. Voldeworth was attempting to generate more power than any machine could by using a human, putting them in a state of half-life, and using their natural life force to create more energy. His calculations were terribly off, however, and it cost a few poor, naïve fools their lives in exchange for a small amount of money.
Absorbed in her grief and fearing for the future of her daughter and having no close family to turn to, Cecilia began introducing herself to the idea of leaving her child on a doorstep somewhere and simply going away to die, believing the child would be better off that way. She’d forced herself to think of it as being a good mother. Neo told her that a good mother would make her child a better future, not by abandoning her, but by taking her away from the gaze of the monopolizing companies of the capital and organized crime of the outlands and into hiding. Cecilia, vulnerable and with no other option in her mind, packed her few meager belongings and followed the man into the far south and when they reached a farmhouse, he guided them inside through a wall, down a long set of stairs and into an underground laboratory, where “you’ll be safe.” The effects of this time, the depression and her grief, caused a great wound inside Cecilia that has never truly healed, but festers with the idea that the only way for her to be a good mother; a good person; is to complete her self assigned mission, shown to her by Dr. Voldeworth.
They stayed there, Cecilia continuing her studies and the Doctor working on young Sylvia and performing experiments on her until finally the answer was found. The potential; ESP; was used to determine what qualities were required to find a good body and spirit to make the equation work best with the least amount of waste. Young, pure and gifted seemed to carry the best chance at successful generation. The idea that DNA and natural biological processes chose certain people to bestow gifts on such as intelligence, power and other such things was part of the Doctor’s abstract idea that humans could be used as a substitute for normal and declining sources of fuel. It would not only benefit people but the planet as well.
ESP, Extraordinary Substance Potential, meant that someone was born with the potential to create large and potent amounts of energy; more so than the majority or normal humans. The potential cannot be obtained or learned; you have to be born with it. Sometimes in life it will manifest itself as a talent or a uniqueness, molded and shaped by experience and training until it is arguable that you are above the vast majority of your kind. When you are young, this energy is completely potential. As you grow, it changes from potential energy to kinetic energy. After a certain age, the potential energy is spent and your mind and body lock into what you have become to an extent. Learning becomes harder. Pushing your boundaries becomes more difficult… and more deadly… and your overall capacity slowly reverts back to how it needs to be to return to the life stream.
But force creating a physical manifestation of a human’s potential; sometimes called a spirit; and collecting it from the amplified metabolism and brainwaves of the small child was risky. They needed a system to filter out the natural defenses nature placed in her that keep too much life/energy/spirit from forming within her. Realizing that her body would need another force to counteract or it would self destruct, they began filtering trace amounts of someone else’s energy/spirit into her for her body to attack. Her body naturally attacked the foreign substance that was not exactly as she was; giving the machines time to harvest the increased energy without unnecessary complications to the child’s body. Quickly filtering out the trace amounts of alternate spirit would calm her systems until the energy inside her built up again. Many wires and tubes had to be connected to the young child. Further placing wires and tubes into the small girl, they kept her under constant surveillance to make sure she survived every transfusion and extraction, finally attaching a monitor directly into her nervous system to keep her in the perfect conditions.
For some strange reason, the flux of energy caused the monitor to flash strange images and wording.
One day, the wording began flashing when Cecilia was talking to Sylvia during a routine check up. Such checkups cannot be done while the child is completely sedated but their blood pressure cannot go up too much or the readings will be inaccurate, so as a calming gesture, Cecilia speaks to and soothes her young daughter, touches her hands and face while doing the check ups. During one such check up, Cecilia was attempting to reinforce her daughter’s will and self confidence so that she would remain calm.
“You’re so strong… you wait and see… everyone will always remember you, Sylvia. You‘ll be the one to change this world.”
The screen flashed a few odd numbers and symbols before something stuck to the screen long enough to read it. “…Will you always remember me, Mommy?”
“Of course I will… You’re my beautiful, special, amazing little girl,” she’d gushed in wonder at what her little girl was accomplishing. Projecting her thoughts into the monitor willfully... what else would she be able to do in time?
“…I’m scared…” Such conversations where Sylvia was scared were the most understandable conversations as when she was happy or bored or calm her mind wandered and did not make sense. But when she was in pain or afraid, more intelligent conversation would appear as if from no where.
After a few adjustments they were able to control what it was the Monitor would tune into to a point. But Sylvia was always able to turn it off if she were not sedated enough to be peaceful, so her level of consciousness had to be doubly watched.
As a particular company called Quake picked up notoriousness, smaller families like the one Cecilia and Sylvia came from were more common, and the idea that their families could help find an alternative that would end Quake was grandly illustrious, if kept very secret except to those who would disappear in the night and never be heard from again.
Quake was both into organized crime and extorting money from entire cities by building power companies and threatening to shut them down if no payment was made.
As they were not an outright active group towards shutting Quake down, but underground and as the spotlight was stolen by others, particularly a group called Typhoon, they had no problem remaining generally under the radar in their little lab until their circuit of children were able to be called complete and experiments were successfully completed to fix problems of growing food and purifying water. The families and scientists that had come following the promise for a new future where their children made the world a better place and their families were remembered through all history as saviors and angels… as Gods and Goddesses.. .those people learned quickly how to work in a way to benefit the lab.
During the time in the underground lab, Dr. Neo, his body fatigued by his work and life and his spirit bogged down by a force unseen, died just as the project finally started making real headway, when he‘d finally discovered young Sylvia. His death did not mean the end of his legacy, however, as the children dreamed on of a better future even as the past was washed away.
In Cecilia's blind and cold determination to make her daughter a tiny Goddess of power and salvation, she completed the generators for the other 11 children who showed potential and the workers, willing and unwitting parents under her guidance, believing their children were doing something great for the world, completed the first completely Divinity Laboratory. Testing took place for five years.
It was time to go topside. Time to find the funds to make the world Divinity friendly. Low and behold… it was the perfect time. The world was looking for a new energy source… and even the crime syndicates were desperate. Cecilia took a small group, leaving the rest to tend the children, and began seeking out the funding to complete their missions of making their children Gods and Goddesses in the eyes of the mortals who needed them.
Sylvia is now a 10 year old youngling. But when her mother left the lab for the first time in seven years, Sylvia dreamed that she was awake… and in a ghostlike projection…followed her mother. What should have been a mere dream was amplified by the excessive levels of spirit and Sylvia’s soul truly did walk amongst the normal people, fading in and out like a mysterious fog, sometimes being only a soft voice on the wind.
This was not a good turn of events… Cecilia knew this… it could be signs that they were going to have trouble controlling her… but they couldn’t worry about that now. Now, when they were so close!
Keeping a close eye on her daughter, she’s decided to keep such things discreet and continue seeking out funding to continue her research, telling herself it was for the good of her daughter... for their future… for the good of the world.
Four years later, the Project and the lab lay in ruins. The only supposed survivors were Cecilia and Sylvia who ran as fugitives from the lab before it had been attacked.
It was a great shame… to lose so much research and have only the comatose body of her daughter left…
But Cecilia decided… she would continue her research…She WOULD make her child a goddess.
The just needed to lay low and rebuild… it would take time… but Cecilia had a disk with a copy of the hard drive she’d used in the lab until that point.
It would take time… but she could rebuild.
She just needed more time…
Role:
Math Teacher
Weaknesses:
Physical Anything
Emotional People (it throws her off)
Nonsense (drives her nuts)
Strengths:
Any kind of Math
Mental Conflict
Deception
Weapons/Magic:
A hand gun is the weapon she learned to use to defend herself.
She’s picked up a little spirit/magic knowledge in working with her project and has learned a few spells.
Cold Wave - an icy gust whips around and flings ice shards in the direction she aims it. This technique is unique to Cecilia where she’s from and is the first she learned because it is her “spirit technique”; the one that reflects her personality best.
Bio Spark - an electrical attack that comes from someone’s bio electricity. It gathers in the hands and can be passed into another being to cause pain and damage.
She’s not over throwing chalk/markers at disobedient students either.
How did you come to be at the academy?:
Fleeing from people who wanted to dismantle her lab and her equipment, including her precious memory logs, Cecilia plans to set up a laboratory in the school to continue her work in secret with an obvious cover.
Custom Title:
Brilliant Scientist~Horrible Mother
RP Sample:
Cecilia rechecked the stats on Sylvia’s monitor and compared them to one of her 11 adoptive siblings. Sylvia’s potential was growing much faster than her successors on an individual scale… but then she had been exposed to this treatment much earlier than the others and was far ahead of them in the logs. Her body was accepting the treatments and running with the system like a well oiled machine built specifically for the job.
Watching the monitors blink in a strange sort of game between the 12 children, she could hear faint echoes of laughter on a faint breeze. The flashing lights seemed to signal some sort of passing of a ball or perhaps like the game hot potato? Cecilia looked to see who would end up lit up last. After watching for a while and filing away details for further study on the socializing and communication of the young subjects under sedated state, she noticed that Sylvia’s monitor had not lit up in a long time. This was unusual. Sylvia did not enjoy being alone or ignored. She was not that kind of child. Someone had to be with her or she would be afraid.
Cecilia watched Sylvia’s monitor carefully and noticed that her daughter was dreaming again. Subtly switching on a recording device on the main terminal, Cecilia watched the dream with fascination. Sylvia was standing on a busy street in the capitol. This wasn’t unusual. Her dreams were not often of fantastic things like other children, but of the real world that she had never really known. She would observe; not doing anything… just watching the people. Once in a while someone would stop and look at her. The screen began to fuzz with snow and interference. Cecilia’s eyes narrowed, wondering if Sylvia was doing it again.
She turned the monitor to another frequency; this one showed Sylvia’s brainwaves. Soon she was communicating with someone… her mind was processing some form of communication… But with who? None of the other children were conversing with Sylvia… No one in the lab was speaking or making noises besides the game of light catch the children were playing…
Cecilia turned the monitor back to the original frequency and watched as Sylvia was talking to someone who was taking up her view, meaning they were very close. Cecilia’s eyes widened. She rushed over to the main computer and quickly turned off the device recording the dream even as she grabbed an injection needle and put Sylvia once again into a restful peace so that she could not control her mind so much. The screen fuzzed and went blank, signaling the end of Sylvia’s “dream”.
As the picture faded out and Sylvia could no longer force project herself, her body relaxed to a nearly limp state as opposed to a tense and twitching one. Cecilia turned to the recorded dream on the main computer. This had gone too far. Observing and recording was no longer an option… not after that little display. No… Sylvia needed to be kept heavily sedated at ALL times… she could not chance that Sylvia would once again project herself into the real world… reveal who and what she was…. Secrets about the experiment… the lab… the subjects…
She slammed a book on the table nearby in frustration. Dammit all! This could ruin everything! Sylvia’s screen flashed yellow a bit in an alarmed way. Then a few words scrolled across.
“Are you angry, mother?”
Cecilia walked over and took Sylvia’s limp and unresponsive hand. For some reason, she reacted better when touched. Not as foggy or out of it. “Sylvia… you should never talk to strangers…”
“No stranger, mommy… Chino is nice.” The screen replied in what Cecilia could only imagine was a chirpy, happy answer, as if the girl were saying, “How smart I am!”
Cecilia felt her blood pressure go up and squeezed the girl’s hand. “You know better than leaving the lab, Sylvia. Especially to speak to Quake. You must realize the responsibility on your shoulders…” Cecilia’s voice was taking on a lecturing tone.
“Booooriiiiiing.” The monitor scrolled and a whispering, sleepy voice sang the word in a seemingly malicious attempt to get her way. “Mommy is so Booooooriiiiiing.”
Soon the room was full of chorus’ of “Boooooring!” “So Boring!” “Bored!” “I want to go play!” as the children echoed her sentiment about not being able to project themselves out of the lab. The monitors were lit up like Christmas as each child showed through color and image how bored they were, some showing the color gray, one or two showing a window in a thunderstorm as one would see if they were stuck indoors on a rainy day, and still others were showing things like cages and locks with assorted things like candy and sunshine being seen through the bars or through the keyholes.
Cecilia glared down at her daughter’s sleeping face. There had to be a way to control her… Some how.
This was going to ruin the funding she’d nearly secured… They’d have to come up with another way to sedate her… At this rate what they'd been using wouldn't be strong enough soon.
Cecilia walked over to her computer, letting the kids throw their little temper tantrums and have their fun. It didn’t matter about the voices… The real problem came when Sylvia became strong enough from the generating of spirit inside her to control her destiny even if she could not control her body. At such a crucial time… this could not be a worse predicament… Who would buy a generator that they could not control? Who would fund a defunct system? If no one bought the system… it would never become widespread… Divinity would never come to pass…
Something had to be done about Sylvia.
Password:
Delicious cornflakes
