Personality: Samuel is very laid back he doesn't talk unless he needs to. Hes very serious when it comes to business, and he can be very emotionless at times.
Biography: Samuel once apart of a special military unit was decommissioned after he let is entire squad die. He did this to complete the objective his squad was given, the mission was successful but Samuel was the only survivor due to his actions. When he was confronted about this he showed no sign of emotion or sympathy towards his teammates deaths. After that he was labeled as mentally unfit to continue being a Special Operations Unit and was forced out of the military. So after some months Samuel decided to continue doing what he knows best, business and killing. He made his own business in loaning, and on the side he was a hitman. When he was asked to " Meet " someone he would invite them to a meeting ( Usually a place of his choosing)and once the meeting was over he would off them on the spot. So far he been successful and hasn't been caught yet.
Casey can't help but feel sick as she hears Nathan mention trusting her with his life. Sure she understood what he meant, sure she felt the same way, but still... It felt strange to give someone your trust so simply. Casey couldn't hall but feel, uncertain. Sure she felt different around Nate, sure he seemed to be a cool person and she was going to be okay being with him, but was what she felt really love? After all, they did just meet. Then again, the necklaces are full proof. Maybe she just needed to be with him longer... That was it. Casey smiles slightly, shaking her head to the ground before looking at their destination. "I don't know how or why you think this'll be so easy, but it sounds like fun. So, what's your connection with Astrid?" Casey asks using the name Nate had been using. She wasn't jealous or anything, but when people usually had someone taken by the government, you give up on that person and cold with the loss.
" It'll be easy because I have... Experience with this sort of thing. Growing up wasn't exactly the easiest thing for me. " Nathan say, in a still happy tone. As the garage opens it reveals a beautiful 'sports' car. A Teslon X, a fully electrical car, able to hit speeds like slower sports cars. It wasn't really a sports car, but it looked like one, and drove similar to one. The engine was pretty quiet as well. "Astrid and I "worked" together, and she is of great use to me. I was trying to show her that everyone in the world wasn't awful. I guess that'll have to wait for now." Nate says, his voice still happy. "Hop on in." He says as he gets in the drivers seat. "By the way, what is your favorite food? "
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Casey looks at the car in slight wonder before following Nathan's request and getting into the passengers side. "I don't know... Pizza I guess," Casey said as she say down and looked at the car. She had had a car back at home but had left I behind so her mom could use it for emergencies as Casey herself could easily take the bus in the city they were in. "How do you plan on getting us there? Do you know where they're keeping her?" Casey asks as she leans back, looking at the garage as well, curious about Nathan's life.
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(( If this character doesn't seem very fitting to your current plot, I will make another. ))
Name: Nohbdy
Nick Name: Noah (This is the name he would introduce himself with.)
Age: He doesn't keep track anymore, but he's more along the lines of 16-18
Gender: Male
Appearance: He wears a dirty mask most of the time, but his face is not unknown.
This but more messy and eh. It is a loose fit on his head. It really isn't a mask, but I'm calling it that.
His real appearance. But more dirty and unkept.
Necklace: Nohbdy can be considered a glitch, for he was never given a necklace of his own. He instead wears his deceased mother's necklace (Not sure if that still works, since she's dead and all. I would think that her "record" is on the necklace and it would be inactive).
Personality: Nohbdy is a curious soul, one who would ask question upon question. Since he did not technically receive a proper education, he is rather limited in his intelligence and fails to understand some concepts. He is very determined and will do his best to complete every task assigned to him. He is also rather friendly and open to others, not finding it really necessary to keep any secrets (so don't tell him stuff unless you don't mind it being spread around). Nohbdy still has a strong sense of loyalty and will not betray his best friends. Many times he craves attention and will offer his assistance to anyone in order to keep himself entertained. One could say he is an optimist, always seeming to have a happy or calm expression on his face and positive view on every situation despite his real inner emotions. Sometimes he has his moments when he becomes random and wants to have fun, often annoying others even when they begin to express anger. He does not yet understand the meaning of love and often questions his own purpose.
He likes to play childish games, read easy books about adventure, and learn.
He is alright with trash and living in horrible surroundings, knowing in his mind that he could always clean it.
He dislikes being a disappointment and failure.
Biography:
She was lost in lust for a man who was a stranger to her. He was not the match for her. He could never be. The woman thought nothing of the Love-Line system, believing that she could find true love on her own. She was very much wrong... The man she thought she had loved found his own match according to the charm on his necklace and left her, just like that. All of it happened so quickly that she had no idea what to think of it. The only concern on her mind was what she would do with her unborn child...
Eventually, she gave birth to a fragile, little boy. Without the man in her life, she had found someone to love more than anything. Though, something wasn't right... The woman had paid to give birth in an independent hospital that was really someone's home. As it turned out, this "hospital" was one not to be trusted. She was told that if she paid almost all of her money and gave them her necklace that her child would receive the best hospital treatment they could ever offer. They promised to file in with the government the birth of her child and give him the most beautiful necklace ever that would lead to his most perfect woman in the future. Of course, it was hard for her to deny their scam. She had no idea what their true intentions were. As she laid on a white bed, she waited to hear the news of how her child was being taken care of. A nurse came into her room, lying to her that the baby had died. The woman could not handle the news. She refused to move from the bed, causing the nurse to force her out of the small building. The woman, feeling as if she now had nothing, committed suicide a few days later.
What had become of her child? The Sagi family who lived in the hospital-house apparently had this whole brilliant scheme thought of years ago. They had a plan to scam foolish women into giving them their hard earned cash and precious necklace. They pocketed the money for themselves and either sold the necklace on the blackmarket or gave the necklace to the newborn baby and raised it to be sold to wealthy families as a "servant" (a child slave, basically). This particular baby that they had just taken from the gullible woman was to be given his mother's necklace and be trained by their other division of the cruel business.
The child had been named Nohbdy. He was never told about his mother and only taught to clean, cook, and do many other things. All the other few children in the other division hated the work and cried all day and night. Though not Nohbdy. As he grew up, he longed to be a "servant" and couldn't wait for the day when he would be the one to join a family that he could call his own.
When Nohbdy had reached the tender age of twelve, he was sold off to the Pincher family who lived in a manor on the outskirts of the city, in the mountains. The family consisted of two adults, a husband and a wife, and their five children. Three of them were in their late teens, almost ready to pursue their own careers. One child, a girl was Nohbdy's age. The last child was merely a toddler.
Nohbdy was determined to meet all the demands that the family gave him. He worked alongside three other older servants (they were paid for their services, but not Nohbdy), who were happy to have a newcomer lighten their workload. Everyone didn't think much of Nohbdy. In fact, they thought of Nohbdy as a...nobody. Just a child who was there to work for them. As time dragged on, the girl who was Nohbdy's age began to question his presence in the manor. She started to follow Nohbdy around and wanted to become friends with him. Her name was Melody; she had beautiful red curly hair and a small figure. Her necklace was of a crimson tree with clear jewels that looked like flowers on the end of each branch. Nohbdy, never having a friend before, didn't know how to act around her. He knew that he had to just serve and ignore her...but he found it hard to do so.
After about a year of this awkward relationship, Nohbdy and Melody became good friends once they got to know each other better. It was Melody who begun their friendship. Nohbdy came to be more open and friendly because of her. Whenever he had no work to do, the two of them would find something to do together. Melody was a rather creative person who liked to make costumes and sculptures. One day, she made two identical masks of a fluffy creature with an exposed skull. She gave one to Nohbdy and kept the other for herself. Together, they created a story for their characters. There was never a dull moment between the two friends. Everyday was filled with laughter and fun.
When Melody and Nohbdy had both turned fifteen, it was discovered that Mrs. Pincher was killed in a car accident. The three oldest children didn't care about her passing very much and had already moved out of the household. Only Melody, Mr. Pincher, and the toddler (now a young child) were left to cry in their own sorrows. The servants knew their own boundaries and didn't step up to comfort the family. Nohbdy, however, was the first person to be there for Melody. He was there to give her a tissue for her tears and a shoulder to cry on. With a smile, Nohbdy told Melody that there would be some sad nights alone, but all they had to do was continue life with bright smiles on their face. The girl flushed pink with joy and loved that Nohbdy was there to support her. From that day forward, she gave him the nickname, "Noah", finding it more suiting for her best friend.
Then came the worst day ever in Nohbdy's life. He and Melody were both sixteen-and-a-half that year. They were outside in the mountains, wearing their masks that they had not worn in a while. Nohbdy had suggested the idea that they make up a story of two creatures fighting over a precious stone. Melody was very willing to play through with the story, and so they did. They were playing among the higher rocks that came out the side of the mountain. Caught up in the heat of the moment, Melody pushed Nohbdy forward, causing him to fall over and almost roll all the way downhill to the sharper rocks below. The girl instantly panicked, not noticing that Nohbdy was alright and went to help him get back to his feet. As she scurried down to meet with him, Nohbdy yelled to her that he could back up on his own. This surprised Melody and caused her to lose her footing, causing her to tumble down and pass right by Nohbdy. He instantly tore the mask off his head, setting it down gently on a rock, and ran down carefully in an attempt catch her.
He didn't make it in time. Melody rolled down the mountain side awkwardly, landing on her limbs in all the wrong ways. She couldn't catch herself and continued to tumble down until she reached the sharp, piercing rocks... Nohbdy cautiously approached the sharp rocks, scanning up and down for his friend. And there he found her. A sharp rock pierced into her arm. Melody screamed in pain, tears running down her face like a river. Nohbdy stood there, staring at her bloody arm and her pained face with a blank expression. He couldn't do anything. He didn't want to. And so he stood there, doing nothing.
Melody's screams made everyone in the Pincher household come running. They removed her from the rock and bandaged up her arm temporarily until they could get her to the hospital. Mr. Pincher noticed that Nohbdy did nothing when his daughter was clearly in pain. He grew angry and called the boy to come to his office room and have a discussion with him. Nohbdy went back up the mountain to retrieve his mask and put it back on once he got to it. He looked down and watched as the servants took the still crying Melody into the manor with them.
Once Melody was off to hospital with two of the servants, Nohbdy met with Mr. Pincher, refusing to remove the mask. The man was red with anger and screamed at how irresponsible the boy had been. In truth, he didn't really like Nohbdy from the start, for he was almost always seen with his daughter and stopped her from growing to be more mature. Mr. Pincher did not listen to Nohbdy's excuse. He requested that Nohbdy be taken away from the manor and left on the streets where he would belong. The boy did not protest, as he had came to the belief that Melody's injury was all his fault.
Nohbdy was gone by the time Melody returned from the hospital with a cast around her left leg, right arm (that was pierced with the rock), and her neck. She asked where he was and said that she had something to tell him. Her father lied, telling her that Nohbdy wanted to leave because the boy hoped that she would never recover for he found Melody very annoying. And that knowing that her wounds weren't very serious and that she would return, Nohbdy requested that he leave and go back to where he belonged. Melody could not believe it at first. But then she came to the reasoning that her father would never lie to her... She ran to her room and cried the rest of the night away.
In the meantime, Nohbdy was left to wonder among the streets. He still wore the mask... In his mind, he decided that he would never return to the manor nor go near Melody's school (he didn't attend school himself). So he continued to walk aimlessly, thoughts rushing in and out of his head in an instant. He paused for a moment, trying to find the brighter side to his current situation. Nohbdy smiled underneath the mask and told himself that everything was alright and that he was fine; he was lying to himself.
After much time had passed, Nohbdy discovered his own way of living. He got a job at a large department store, being the one to stock the shelves, run some errands, and clean up the aisles. He used to live behind a dumpster that he had made to be more homey until he had earned enough to rent a very disgusting apartment room at a super cheap price. Though he can barely afford food or clothing and still digs through the trash, he does everything with a wide smile hidden behind his mask.
Other: I'm wondering if glitches have their own hidden Love-Line. I'm guessing one reason people can be considered a glitch is if they were never given a necklace at birth.
Nathan adjusts his mirrors and drives off down the road. "So, hopefully the information I got was right. Otherwise we are out of luck." Nathan says has he continues driving. "Apparently people are taken to a warehouse before they get taken to their doom. So, we have a window to save Astrid." Nate added. The real question was would they make it in time. As they continue driving Nate spots the suspected warehouse. It was guarded pretty decently on the outside, hopefully the inside wouldn't be the same. "Here it is, I'll park around the back and find a way in." Nathan said as he drove around the black to the rear side of the warehouse.
The wings of hope sailed over the great Atlantic. Its bright white purity contrasting against the soft accumulating clouds as a meager storm threatened through. By the pilot's persistence, it was hardly anything of noteworthy anxiety. Below, the Atlantic washed against itself, waves rising and falling in balled fists in protests of its very being. Hope was an island of calm, in a world of madness.
The calmness no less illustrated by the plane itself. Though rocked by the soft dull throws of turbulence, its passengers went about their routines ignoring the pounding of the plane as it was struck by the dense pockets of storm wind. Men and women reading books on tablets as thin as paper, business news, or napping at their chairs. Wilhelm didn't know why they napped, the seats were far to hard for it. He had spent the entirety of his eight hours gazing languidly out the window. Watching as they flew above the clouds which had packed to form the cell they flew at the head of.
The golden haired man continued to do so. Allowing himself to be stolen up by idle daydreaming as he toyed with the silver and gold necklace around his neck. It's been generations since they came to be, no one thought to question them. Like the airplane he flew in, they were as much a part of life as the thin tablets the businessmen used, or the mother to read her magazine. With a soft ping, a calm masculine voice rang out in the cabin, calling back Wilhelm's imagination and grounding him back in reality a child lost.
"Attention passengers," the intercoms spoke with that relaxing cool voice of purified confidence, "We will be landing at JFK airport in ten minutes. Please, fasten your seat-belts and return your seats to an upright position."
And almost on call, a small team of flight attendants stepped out from their hidden posts along the plane. Their simple grey uniforms adorned only by a bright-blue neck-tie, whether or not they were male of female. All had the same short-cut hair, and the same dapper appearance. The only differentiation to gender were the existence of the round mountain of breasts under their uniform. And the only indication they were even human was the sound of their voice.
"Are we all set here?" a kindly young woman asked Wilhelm, leaning over the horse of a German. For all the practiced artificial kindness and patience on her voice, it wasn't enough to keep him from feeling unsettled from her clone-like appearance. But he kept face, if it was a meek attempt; he had never flown before really, it had all been train.
"Oh, ja ja." he said uneasily, keeping a pained confident smile. He gestured his hand to the secured seat belt hugging his waste tightly.
The attendant smiled one last lip-stick enhanced smile. Wilhelm noted that it was a bright blue, almost corpse like on her paper-white face, "Thank you sir, and enjoy the flight." she smiled, stepping back to the passengers behind Wilhelm, securing their assurance or helping where need be.
Wilhelm drew a tense sigh, shuffling in his seat. Looking back out the window he hoped his pre-ordained love was nowhere near these women. He would look down at the photo he had printed off of her, from the Public Registry, but he had foolishly left that with his luggage. He'd left everything in his suitcases really.
Outside, the bristling glass and steel skyline of Greater New York City loomed in the distance. Wilhelm gazed out his window to where he hoped his journey would end. And even if faintly, and with tough defiance to the storm, shone the distant metropolis of New York. Even from afar the glistening silver beacons of its towers shone as a seemingly delicate and wealthy proclamation of power. That in this age, even humanity could stand against nature. No matter the storm that threatened.
And all out in sea, the fleets of freighters and other water vessels tore through the sea. Large chrome fish, leaving a trail of rippling white silver as they cut the dark waters. Their wakes lifting white foam and brightening the sea. If momentarily. The soft glistening of global commerce lay below, as above they merged into a fleet of global travel above.
And the towers of Manhatten grew larger to dominance as they drew nearer.
Cyshadichu you are accepted, i dont see why he wont fit in, just dont do anything too strange))
(( It's because some people may argue, "We live in modern times! Child "slavery"(--I kinda made Nohbdy's backstory seem like child slavery at first--) doesn't exist anymoaar!!11!" But it is very much true. I know so. Glad you peeps do too.
That and I named him Nohbdy. Kehkehkeh... Best way to hide your identity to a cyclopes.))
Sweat ran down Nohbdy's dusty face as he stood over the steel trash can, his sleeves rolled up all the way to his shoulders and his arms buried deep into the bin. He could feel all the slimey, wasted food swirl around as he raked his fingers through the garbage. His field vision was narrow with the mask on. Yet, he never wanted to take it off. The mask had too much of a connection to someone he loved so much as his best friend.
There was nothing he could scavenge out of the trash. Nothing useful, always. He did find quite a fascinating palm-sized plush toy of some weird cat that was yellow in color with red cheeks. The reason why it was thrown away was because it's side was torn and its small body was almost drained of all it's fluff, but of course Nohbdy won't know this. Nohbdy chuckled at it as he held it in his boney fingers. He figured that some little girl had ripped it open by accident and gave it to her mother to fix, only to have her mother abandon the patient by throwing it into the trash. Quite the journey this little one had to go through. It's tail was already missing!
Nohbdy moved away from the trash can and leaned down to set the toy on top of a dying patch of grass that had managed to fight its way through a crack in the concrete. Sad that the grass wouldn't last very long without its proper nutrients and space. Since the little toy and this patch of grass tried to hard to survive, Nohbdy figured that maybe the two belonged to each other. They didn't have necklaces, so maybe they were one of those Glitches he heard about but never once seen for himself. As the young human being straightened himself in an upright standing position, he looked down at the odd couple, starting to question if the relationship between the toy and the patch of grass would even work out. They didn't have necklaces, so they could never, ever be together. That's how the system worked, right? There was no one they belonged with. There could never be that perfect match... These two Glitches....they wouldn't be allowed to ever love each other completely because they weren't made for each other. They were mistakes that were not even supposed to have come into this world. Perhaps this was the reason the little girl had thrown away her toy. Perhaps this was the reason the patch of grass could not be able to break through the concrete and take over. They were nobodies who could not do anything. Nobodies without a life or someone to love.
Nohbdy blinked with no expression shown on his hidden face. He looked down at the two lifeless--one almost without life--things, the toy and the grass, before letting a wide grin form on his face.
"At least they can be worthless together. Not alone now!" he said in a fake, cheerful tone. "They gotta be worth something now. Anyway, I have to go, toy and grass. Bye-bye!"
Nohbdy lifted up his hand to wave goodbye, only to stop and notice how nasty his arm looked. He lifted both hands in the air to examine his own filth, a smile still behind his masked face. It wasn't like Nohbdy cared. His hands always seemed dirty. And this just gave him another reason to clean something, this time being himself.
Why exactly had he been digging through the trash again? Ah, right! It was because he was hungry. Just thinking of food made his stomach groan. In an act of defeat, Nohbdy made up in his mind that he would ask the landlord if he had any lunch to share...again...
He had begun to leave the area, coming closer and closer toward the crowd of people that were too busy going about their daily lives to really notice Nohbdy walking right on by. All they could note about him was two factors: that he stinked and wore a weird mask. Nothing more, nothing less. Nohbdy was of no concern to them.
Nohbdy continued on his walk, knowing the way back to the crummy apartment room as if it were the back of his hand. Soon the mass of people began to fade back into emptiness as Nohbdy walked along his route.
(Most important part to interact with players right here.)
And then he stopped. For what reason? Why, there was a plane far out into the distance (that's assuming that this RP takes place in Manhattan). It was either people coming to visit this very city or leave it all behind to go off on a new journey. He could never tell, for he didn't know which direction the airport was in. Nohbdy took his glance away from the sky and looked all around his surroundings. There was a rather isolated warehouse to his right. He fully turned his body to the side so he could look over it. There were some men standing around it, as if they were guards. This was not a new occurrence to Nohbdy. He had seen men standing around there for who-knows-what on random days. What was peculiar was the "sports" car driving around to the rear side of the building. Nohbdy blinked, puzzled by the contrast of the two main focuses on his mind [the warehouse and the car]. Maybe inside that warehouse was a car dealership that was for super fancy cars.
The maze and twisting network of runways and taxiways lay nested in a canyon of steel spires and white glass that twinkled and shone in the afternoon sun. Wilhelm watched out the window as the plane descended down upon concrete nest, with its massive steel egg in its center; the expansive terminal of the international airport.
The airport had grown in the past few decades, though the German had nothing to compare it to. Its mess of systems expanded out to Belt Parkway, and itself threatened one of the few green areas this side of New York: Jamaica Bay. The old reserve now being born down on by the city around it with monolithic sky-scrapers standing at its edge, holding down hostage the old city at its feet, greedily hidden by new raised roads and a raised infrastructure that held it up off of the rising waters. It was a brutal sign of growth or change, or simply change to meet the demands in maintaining a status quo. This maintenance having been feebly expanded to the bay, with failure by dykes and dams; its former islands reduced to murky, swampy bars of mud and sand.
And flying above it, as the plane circled for landing at the airport the murky silhouette of a road long abandoned floated submerged in the darkened, green waters of the bay.
Beyond the rising tenements and office centers of the great global metropolis rose the bones of the new brown stone of Queens and Brooklyn. A variable jungle of cement and stone. All of which slowly disappearing below the glittering greeting that was the Atlantic face of New York.
With a squealing wail the tires of the lumbering airplane came down onto the tarmac of JFK's one of several runways. The plane jostled as it touched down, and lost its lift. It eased patiently to taxi speed. Sliding along the urban landscape to merge into a stream of similar airplanes. All making their migration into the terminal complex.
The natural light was cut off as they entered into the enclosed terminal space. All Wilhelm could see from his window was the cavernous darkness of the world outside. Dancing lights wove through the air as boots on the ground delicately directed them along. Headlights danced around the pavement as vehicles raced to meet the aircraft and guide it to its position, or ready themselves to meet it for offload.
The process was mysterious, at least to the German on board and perhaps his present company. But it went without a hitch. Movement ceased and with a small "ding" the pilots announced they had arrived in New York City, and to the enjoy their stay.
Relieved, Wilhelm unseated himself and joined the groggily moving crowds for the door.
((I don't think that's it. The original people who joined before me barely posted. This RP was running on fumes from the start. It's sad, because this RP was pretty good. I would have posted if I wasn't stuck in a character lock.))
Though clarity in the OP would have been nice. There were no time-lines given on how long these have been around and such.
And if "the majority" want you to pursue your "love line" then it's implied that they will want you to.)
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Nick Name: Noah (This is the name he would introduce himself with.)
Age: He doesn't keep track anymore, but he's more along the lines of 16-18
Gender: Male
Appearance: He wears a dirty mask most of the time, but his face is not unknown.
His real appearance. But more dirty and unkept.
Necklace: Nohbdy can be considered a glitch, for he was never given a necklace of his own. He instead wears his deceased mother's necklace (Not sure if that still works, since she's dead and all. I would think that her "record" is on the necklace and it would be inactive).
Personality: Nohbdy is a curious soul, one who would ask question upon question. Since he did not technically receive a proper education, he is rather limited in his intelligence and fails to understand some concepts. He is very determined and will do his best to complete every task assigned to him. He is also rather friendly and open to others, not finding it really necessary to keep any secrets (so don't tell him stuff unless you don't mind it being spread around). Nohbdy still has a strong sense of loyalty and will not betray his best friends. Many times he craves attention and will offer his assistance to anyone in order to keep himself entertained. One could say he is an optimist, always seeming to have a happy or calm expression on his face and positive view on every situation despite his real inner emotions. Sometimes he has his moments when he becomes random and wants to have fun, often annoying others even when they begin to express anger. He does not yet understand the meaning of love and often questions his own purpose.
He likes to play childish games, read easy books about adventure, and learn.
He is alright with trash and living in horrible surroundings, knowing in his mind that he could always clean it.
He dislikes being a disappointment and failure.
Biography:
Eventually, she gave birth to a fragile, little boy. Without the man in her life, she had found someone to love more than anything. Though, something wasn't right... The woman had paid to give birth in an independent hospital that was really someone's home. As it turned out, this "hospital" was one not to be trusted. She was told that if she paid almost all of her money and gave them her necklace that her child would receive the best hospital treatment they could ever offer. They promised to file in with the government the birth of her child and give him the most beautiful necklace ever that would lead to his most perfect woman in the future. Of course, it was hard for her to deny their scam. She had no idea what their true intentions were. As she laid on a white bed, she waited to hear the news of how her child was being taken care of. A nurse came into her room, lying to her that the baby had died. The woman could not handle the news. She refused to move from the bed, causing the nurse to force her out of the small building. The woman, feeling as if she now had nothing, committed suicide a few days later.
What had become of her child? The Sagi family who lived in the hospital-house apparently had this whole brilliant scheme thought of years ago. They had a plan to scam foolish women into giving them their hard earned cash and precious necklace. They pocketed the money for themselves and either sold the necklace on the blackmarket or gave the necklace to the newborn baby and raised it to be sold to wealthy families as a "servant" (a child slave, basically). This particular baby that they had just taken from the gullible woman was to be given his mother's necklace and be trained by their other division of the cruel business.
The child had been named Nohbdy. He was never told about his mother and only taught to clean, cook, and do many other things. All the other few children in the other division hated the work and cried all day and night. Though not Nohbdy. As he grew up, he longed to be a "servant" and couldn't wait for the day when he would be the one to join a family that he could call his own.
When Nohbdy had reached the tender age of twelve, he was sold off to the Pincher family who lived in a manor on the outskirts of the city, in the mountains. The family consisted of two adults, a husband and a wife, and their five children. Three of them were in their late teens, almost ready to pursue their own careers. One child, a girl was Nohbdy's age. The last child was merely a toddler.
Nohbdy was determined to meet all the demands that the family gave him. He worked alongside three other older servants (they were paid for their services, but not Nohbdy), who were happy to have a newcomer lighten their workload. Everyone didn't think much of Nohbdy. In fact, they thought of Nohbdy as a...nobody. Just a child who was there to work for them. As time dragged on, the girl who was Nohbdy's age began to question his presence in the manor. She started to follow Nohbdy around and wanted to become friends with him. Her name was Melody; she had beautiful red curly hair and a small figure. Her necklace was of a crimson tree with clear jewels that looked like flowers on the end of each branch. Nohbdy, never having a friend before, didn't know how to act around her. He knew that he had to just serve and ignore her...but he found it hard to do so.
After about a year of this awkward relationship, Nohbdy and Melody became good friends once they got to know each other better. It was Melody who begun their friendship. Nohbdy came to be more open and friendly because of her. Whenever he had no work to do, the two of them would find something to do together. Melody was a rather creative person who liked to make costumes and sculptures. One day, she made two identical masks of a fluffy creature with an exposed skull. She gave one to Nohbdy and kept the other for herself. Together, they created a story for their characters. There was never a dull moment between the two friends. Everyday was filled with laughter and fun.
When Melody and Nohbdy had both turned fifteen, it was discovered that Mrs. Pincher was killed in a car accident. The three oldest children didn't care about her passing very much and had already moved out of the household. Only Melody, Mr. Pincher, and the toddler (now a young child) were left to cry in their own sorrows. The servants knew their own boundaries and didn't step up to comfort the family. Nohbdy, however, was the first person to be there for Melody. He was there to give her a tissue for her tears and a shoulder to cry on. With a smile, Nohbdy told Melody that there would be some sad nights alone, but all they had to do was continue life with bright smiles on their face. The girl flushed pink with joy and loved that Nohbdy was there to support her. From that day forward, she gave him the nickname, "Noah", finding it more suiting for her best friend.
Then came the worst day ever in Nohbdy's life. He and Melody were both sixteen-and-a-half that year. They were outside in the mountains, wearing their masks that they had not worn in a while. Nohbdy had suggested the idea that they make up a story of two creatures fighting over a precious stone. Melody was very willing to play through with the story, and so they did. They were playing among the higher rocks that came out the side of the mountain. Caught up in the heat of the moment, Melody pushed Nohbdy forward, causing him to fall over and almost roll all the way downhill to the sharper rocks below. The girl instantly panicked, not noticing that Nohbdy was alright and went to help him get back to his feet. As she scurried down to meet with him, Nohbdy yelled to her that he could back up on his own. This surprised Melody and caused her to lose her footing, causing her to tumble down and pass right by Nohbdy. He instantly tore the mask off his head, setting it down gently on a rock, and ran down carefully in an attempt catch her.
He didn't make it in time. Melody rolled down the mountain side awkwardly, landing on her limbs in all the wrong ways. She couldn't catch herself and continued to tumble down until she reached the sharp, piercing rocks... Nohbdy cautiously approached the sharp rocks, scanning up and down for his friend. And there he found her. A sharp rock pierced into her arm. Melody screamed in pain, tears running down her face like a river. Nohbdy stood there, staring at her bloody arm and her pained face with a blank expression. He couldn't do anything. He didn't want to. And so he stood there, doing nothing.
Melody's screams made everyone in the Pincher household come running. They removed her from the rock and bandaged up her arm temporarily until they could get her to the hospital. Mr. Pincher noticed that Nohbdy did nothing when his daughter was clearly in pain. He grew angry and called the boy to come to his office room and have a discussion with him. Nohbdy went back up the mountain to retrieve his mask and put it back on once he got to it. He looked down and watched as the servants took the still crying Melody into the manor with them.
Once Melody was off to hospital with two of the servants, Nohbdy met with Mr. Pincher, refusing to remove the mask. The man was red with anger and screamed at how irresponsible the boy had been. In truth, he didn't really like Nohbdy from the start, for he was almost always seen with his daughter and stopped her from growing to be more mature. Mr. Pincher did not listen to Nohbdy's excuse. He requested that Nohbdy be taken away from the manor and left on the streets where he would belong. The boy did not protest, as he had came to the belief that Melody's injury was all his fault.
Nohbdy was gone by the time Melody returned from the hospital with a cast around her left leg, right arm (that was pierced with the rock), and her neck. She asked where he was and said that she had something to tell him. Her father lied, telling her that Nohbdy wanted to leave because the boy hoped that she would never recover for he found Melody very annoying. And that knowing that her wounds weren't very serious and that she would return, Nohbdy requested that he leave and go back to where he belonged. Melody could not believe it at first. But then she came to the reasoning that her father would never lie to her... She ran to her room and cried the rest of the night away.
In the meantime, Nohbdy was left to wonder among the streets. He still wore the mask... In his mind, he decided that he would never return to the manor nor go near Melody's school (he didn't attend school himself). So he continued to walk aimlessly, thoughts rushing in and out of his head in an instant. He paused for a moment, trying to find the brighter side to his current situation. Nohbdy smiled underneath the mask and told himself that everything was alright and that he was fine; he was lying to himself.
After much time had passed, Nohbdy discovered his own way of living. He got a job at a large department store, being the one to stock the shelves, run some errands, and clean up the aisles. He used to live behind a dumpster that he had made to be more homey until he had earned enough to rent a very disgusting apartment room at a super cheap price. Though he can barely afford food or clothing and still digs through the trash, he does everything with a wide smile hidden behind his mask.
Other: I'm wondering if glitches have their own hidden Love-Line. I'm guessing one reason people can be considered a glitch is if they were never given a necklace at birth.
On a side note, this is Melody's necklace:
The calmness no less illustrated by the plane itself. Though rocked by the soft dull throws of turbulence, its passengers went about their routines ignoring the pounding of the plane as it was struck by the dense pockets of storm wind. Men and women reading books on tablets as thin as paper, business news, or napping at their chairs. Wilhelm didn't know why they napped, the seats were far to hard for it. He had spent the entirety of his eight hours gazing languidly out the window. Watching as they flew above the clouds which had packed to form the cell they flew at the head of.
The golden haired man continued to do so. Allowing himself to be stolen up by idle daydreaming as he toyed with the silver and gold necklace around his neck. It's been generations since they came to be, no one thought to question them. Like the airplane he flew in, they were as much a part of life as the thin tablets the businessmen used, or the mother to read her magazine. With a soft ping, a calm masculine voice rang out in the cabin, calling back Wilhelm's imagination and grounding him back in reality a child lost.
"Attention passengers," the intercoms spoke with that relaxing cool voice of purified confidence, "We will be landing at JFK airport in ten minutes. Please, fasten your seat-belts and return your seats to an upright position."
And almost on call, a small team of flight attendants stepped out from their hidden posts along the plane. Their simple grey uniforms adorned only by a bright-blue neck-tie, whether or not they were male of female. All had the same short-cut hair, and the same dapper appearance. The only differentiation to gender were the existence of the round mountain of breasts under their uniform. And the only indication they were even human was the sound of their voice.
"Are we all set here?" a kindly young woman asked Wilhelm, leaning over the horse of a German. For all the practiced artificial kindness and patience on her voice, it wasn't enough to keep him from feeling unsettled from her clone-like appearance. But he kept face, if it was a meek attempt; he had never flown before really, it had all been train.
"Oh, ja ja." he said uneasily, keeping a pained confident smile. He gestured his hand to the secured seat belt hugging his waste tightly.
The attendant smiled one last lip-stick enhanced smile. Wilhelm noted that it was a bright blue, almost corpse like on her paper-white face, "Thank you sir, and enjoy the flight." she smiled, stepping back to the passengers behind Wilhelm, securing their assurance or helping where need be.
Wilhelm drew a tense sigh, shuffling in his seat. Looking back out the window he hoped his pre-ordained love was nowhere near these women. He would look down at the photo he had printed off of her, from the Public Registry, but he had foolishly left that with his luggage. He'd left everything in his suitcases really.
Outside, the bristling glass and steel skyline of Greater New York City loomed in the distance. Wilhelm gazed out his window to where he hoped his journey would end. And even if faintly, and with tough defiance to the storm, shone the distant metropolis of New York. Even from afar the glistening silver beacons of its towers shone as a seemingly delicate and wealthy proclamation of power. That in this age, even humanity could stand against nature. No matter the storm that threatened.
And all out in sea, the fleets of freighters and other water vessels tore through the sea. Large chrome fish, leaving a trail of rippling white silver as they cut the dark waters. Their wakes lifting white foam and brightening the sea. If momentarily. The soft glistening of global commerce lay below, as above they merged into a fleet of global travel above.
And the towers of Manhatten grew larger to dominance as they drew nearer.
My DeviantArt, so sexy
(( It's because some people may argue, "We live in modern times! Child "slavery"(--I kinda made Nohbdy's backstory seem like child slavery at first--) doesn't exist anymoaar!!11!" But it is very much true. I know so. Glad you peeps do too.
That and I named him Nohbdy. Kehkehkeh... Best way to hide your identity to a cyclopes.))
Sweat ran down Nohbdy's dusty face as he stood over the steel trash can, his sleeves rolled up all the way to his shoulders and his arms buried deep into the bin. He could feel all the slimey, wasted food swirl around as he raked his fingers through the garbage. His field vision was narrow with the mask on. Yet, he never wanted to take it off. The mask had too much of a connection to someone he loved so much as his best friend.
There was nothing he could scavenge out of the trash. Nothing useful, always. He did find quite a fascinating palm-sized plush toy of some weird cat that was yellow in color with red cheeks. The reason why it was thrown away was because it's side was torn and its small body was almost drained of all it's fluff, but of course Nohbdy won't know this. Nohbdy chuckled at it as he held it in his boney fingers. He figured that some little girl had ripped it open by accident and gave it to her mother to fix, only to have her mother abandon the patient by throwing it into the trash. Quite the journey this little one had to go through. It's tail was already missing!
Nohbdy moved away from the trash can and leaned down to set the toy on top of a dying patch of grass that had managed to fight its way through a crack in the concrete. Sad that the grass wouldn't last very long without its proper nutrients and space. Since the little toy and this patch of grass tried to hard to survive, Nohbdy figured that maybe the two belonged to each other. They didn't have necklaces, so maybe they were one of those Glitches he heard about but never once seen for himself. As the young human being straightened himself in an upright standing position, he looked down at the odd couple, starting to question if the relationship between the toy and the patch of grass would even work out. They didn't have necklaces, so they could never, ever be together. That's how the system worked, right? There was no one they belonged with. There could never be that perfect match... These two Glitches....they wouldn't be allowed to ever love each other completely because they weren't made for each other. They were mistakes that were not even supposed to have come into this world. Perhaps this was the reason the little girl had thrown away her toy. Perhaps this was the reason the patch of grass could not be able to break through the concrete and take over. They were nobodies who could not do anything. Nobodies without a life or someone to love.
Nohbdy blinked with no expression shown on his hidden face. He looked down at the two lifeless--one almost without life--things, the toy and the grass, before letting a wide grin form on his face.
"At least they can be worthless together. Not alone now!" he said in a fake, cheerful tone. "They gotta be worth something now. Anyway, I have to go, toy and grass. Bye-bye!"
Nohbdy lifted up his hand to wave goodbye, only to stop and notice how nasty his arm looked. He lifted both hands in the air to examine his own filth, a smile still behind his masked face. It wasn't like Nohbdy cared. His hands always seemed dirty. And this just gave him another reason to clean something, this time being himself.
Why exactly had he been digging through the trash again? Ah, right! It was because he was hungry. Just thinking of food made his stomach groan. In an act of defeat, Nohbdy made up in his mind that he would ask the landlord if he had any lunch to share...again...
He had begun to leave the area, coming closer and closer toward the crowd of people that were too busy going about their daily lives to really notice Nohbdy walking right on by. All they could note about him was two factors: that he stinked and wore a weird mask. Nothing more, nothing less. Nohbdy was of no concern to them.
Nohbdy continued on his walk, knowing the way back to the crummy apartment room as if it were the back of his hand. Soon the mass of people began to fade back into emptiness as Nohbdy walked along his route.
(Most important part to interact with players right here.)
And then he stopped. For what reason? Why, there was a plane far out into the distance (that's assuming that this RP takes place in Manhattan). It was either people coming to visit this very city or leave it all behind to go off on a new journey. He could never tell, for he didn't know which direction the airport was in. Nohbdy took his glance away from the sky and looked all around his surroundings. There was a rather isolated warehouse to his right. He fully turned his body to the side so he could look over it. There were some men standing around it, as if they were guards. This was not a new occurrence to Nohbdy. He had seen men standing around there for who-knows-what on random days. What was peculiar was the "sports" car driving around to the rear side of the building. Nohbdy blinked, puzzled by the contrast of the two main focuses on his mind [the warehouse and the car]. Maybe inside that warehouse was a car dealership that was for super fancy cars.
The airport had grown in the past few decades, though the German had nothing to compare it to. Its mess of systems expanded out to Belt Parkway, and itself threatened one of the few green areas this side of New York: Jamaica Bay. The old reserve now being born down on by the city around it with monolithic sky-scrapers standing at its edge, holding down hostage the old city at its feet, greedily hidden by new raised roads and a raised infrastructure that held it up off of the rising waters. It was a brutal sign of growth or change, or simply change to meet the demands in maintaining a status quo. This maintenance having been feebly expanded to the bay, with failure by dykes and dams; its former islands reduced to murky, swampy bars of mud and sand.
And flying above it, as the plane circled for landing at the airport the murky silhouette of a road long abandoned floated submerged in the darkened, green waters of the bay.
Beyond the rising tenements and office centers of the great global metropolis rose the bones of the new brown stone of Queens and Brooklyn. A variable jungle of cement and stone. All of which slowly disappearing below the glittering greeting that was the Atlantic face of New York.
With a squealing wail the tires of the lumbering airplane came down onto the tarmac of JFK's one of several runways. The plane jostled as it touched down, and lost its lift. It eased patiently to taxi speed. Sliding along the urban landscape to merge into a stream of similar airplanes. All making their migration into the terminal complex.
The natural light was cut off as they entered into the enclosed terminal space. All Wilhelm could see from his window was the cavernous darkness of the world outside. Dancing lights wove through the air as boots on the ground delicately directed them along. Headlights danced around the pavement as vehicles raced to meet the aircraft and guide it to its position, or ready themselves to meet it for offload.
The process was mysterious, at least to the German on board and perhaps his present company. But it went without a hitch. Movement ceased and with a small "ding" the pilots announced they had arrived in New York City, and to the enjoy their stay.
Relieved, Wilhelm unseated himself and joined the groggily moving crowds for the door.
My DeviantArt, so sexy