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| Adrian Kane |
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Posted by: Adrian Kane - 10-10-2020, 08:19 PM - Forum: Biographies & Backstory
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Morpheus
"No other is more skilled than he in representing the gait, the features, and the speech of men; the clothing also and the accustomed words of each he represents.”
-Ovid
The son of sleep and the god of dreams, he is related to Nyx, the underworld goddess of night and Thanatos, the god of death. He is a fashioner and molder of dreams because he shaped and formed the dreams that appeared to the dreamer. He was the leader of the Oneiroi, the personified spirits (demons) of dreams, who directly served an important role in the court of Hades, to whom he was loyal.
This talent made Morpheus a messenger of the gods, able to communicate divine messages to sleeping mortals, sometimes for nefarious purposes in alliance with the river of oblivion, Lethe. What set him apart from other gods of the dream was his powerful ability to influence the dreams of gods, heroes and kings, and could appear to them in any form. Though he could adopt any human form he desired, and was most talented in mimicking the voice, mood gait and words of anyone, Morpheus’s true appearance was that of a winged demon. He was so busy that he had little personal life, never marrying nor fathering children.
It was said that Morpheus slept on a bed of poppies and from his name is derived the drug morphine.
Adrian Kane
Knight in Shining Armor
Age 15
“But why?” he asked. As Adrian shoved his hair back sheepishly, lopsided curls fell around his eyes.
“Why I won’t go out with you? Because you’re a skinny, annoying dork,” Gemma said, arms crossed and smacking her gum with disdain. Giggling erupted from her friends, and Adrian felt his cheeks flush. It’d taken all his courage to approach her. Until recently, Gemma dated the most popular guy in class. Their breakup was huge, published in the most popular online groups. One of Adrians’ friends shared the feed, otherwise, he may never have known she was available again.
Heat rushed his cheeks, but it was anger that swirled behind his eyes. He’d prove Gemma otherwise. He fell asleep that night with a wallet propped on his chest, the video of the breakup on loop. Her shining hair and wide eyes were the last thing he saw when the dream began.
She wore a long white gown, glowing slightly in the way of dreams, and her brown hair flowed in ringlets as she ran through a meadow. A wild animal nipped her heels when her knight in shining armor appeared, galloping on a proud horse. Adrian leaned to one side, grabbed her arm and pulled her to the saddle behind him.
“Hold onto me!” he said, brandishing a sword just as the animal lunged. The blade hit true, and with a terrible scream, the animal died and disappeared. The horse trot to a halt with Gemma’s arms hugged tight about his waist.
They dismounted in a field of flowers, and Adrian assisted the lovely damsel down. She slid into his arms and tugged his helmet from his head. Recognition flashed her pretty eyes and her lips gasped his name,
“Adrian?” and he smiled bright. Her kiss set his heart a blaze. He woke with a victorious smile on his face.
The following day, he received a call. He dated Gemma for six months before she ended things with him for good.
Coming of age
Age 18
The wallet alert dinged, and Adrian crossed the waiting room to approach an intake desk. He uploaded his information into the kiosk, and a knot tied up inside while the information processed. He’d waited his whole life to find out the identity of his birth parents. His adopted family were fine enough but refused to share anything about his true genetic lineage. His mothers ‘claimed’ they were unaware of his parentage, but Adrian could tell they lied. Whatever they hid, he intended to uncover it once he was of legal age. Most kids didn’t spend their eighteenth birthdays hovering in government waiting rooms.
The screen switched to result mode, and Adrian nervously tapped the download cue, but he blinked in disbelief at what it showed. Access denied, it read. His jaw dropped, and he tracked down the room supervisor.
“What the hell is the meaning of this?” He showed the denial. The worker was confused.
“I’ve never seen that come up before. Let me ask my manager. Maybe there’s a bug in the system,” he said. The holoscreen of an older man powered into view. The manager wore a suit and tie and styled his beard short and neat. Adrian reluctantly waited while they spoke on a private channel. Whatever was said, the worker nodded, tapped out a few commands, and eventually waved Adrian back.
“Well?” Adrian demanded.
“Sorry sir, there’s nothing we can do.”
“That doesn’t make sense. I have rights.”
The man shrugged, closed the access window and Adrian left stunned.
Somebody knew; somebody knew and they weren’t telling. Why? What did that mean? Over the following weeks, he obsessed over finding the truth: what was his right to know. He reinitiated demanding the truth from his adopted mothers, vowing to never speak with them again and uttering other outrageous claims if they didn’t tell. Their stress induced bad dreams, dreams that he visited in hopes of catching a glimpse of the forbidden. In his domain, he confronted them, of course they thought he was only a figment of their stressed subconscious. The effort was fruitless. It took some searching, but he eventually found the dream of that worker, and entered it out of sheer desperation.
The clerk walked the halls of an office building, checking over his shoulder for the presence he felt watching. In the way of dreams, he skipped entire sections with a single step, blurring from one place to another without knowing how he got there. The dreamy passage through the building where the clerk spent his days ended in an office. The presence watching him eventually manifested itself in the guise of the man’s boss.
There was an art to manipulating the dreams of another without their realizing it. Molding into the form of an already flowing narrative made the experience all the more potent.
“You’re fired,” he said, voice booming with an accent he guessed appropriate
The clerk began to cry, bumbling incoherently.
The disguised Adrian continued, calling him worthless and incompetent. Finally, he demanded the clerk prove himself. “Show me the file on Adrian Kane. Show me! Reveal what your own eyes saw. I must see for myself!” his voice cracked with desire.
The clerk scrambled around his dreamy workstation, but he did nothing but cry and proclaim ignorance. The force of Adrian’s will battered until the man clutched at his ears, but the dream was breaking apart. If he was still here when the man woke, he may disintegrate with it. He wrenched himself out just in time, but the effort was pointless.
There had to be another way.
Close but not close enough
Age 20
He checked the clock for the hundredth time in the last five minutes. Two more minutes waiting. The display screen on the wall counted down like a ticking bomb. Two minutes of torture. He tried to imagine what two minutes felt like. How far could he run in two minutes. He calculated the pace easily. He ran that morning. One minute left. He could hold his breath for a minute. How many push-ups could he do in one minute? He checked the time again. Seconds remained. His heart thud so anxious he almost held his breath for real.
At his side, his classmate, roommate, and competition Jason waited just as eager as everyone else. Three-two-one. The screen flickered. A list of names – ranked backward from first to twentieth – blazed to life. Immediately, shoulders pushed inward. Adrian was shoved a few steps forward. Only the top five names were awarded internships. As the news filtered, curses of disappointment erupted around him. Immediately in front of him, Jason roared with excitement, but when he turned to face Adrian (apparently they were friends), his expression fell to stillness.
The script came into focus, and Adrian’s heart sank to his gut.
6. Adrian Kane
“Sixth?” he asked himself, but he was already pushed out of the way for others to find their results.
Jason pat him on the shoulder. They’d talked about this internship for months. College juniors. Roommates. Both placed in prestigious CCD government internships. It was their dream even while Jason debated returning home to be with his father. The older man suffered from a disease even modern medicine couldn’t cure.
Sixth?
He left Jason to his celebration, but Adrian knew what he had to do. It would be better for both of them. Jason should be with his family. He wanted to be with his family. He just needed a push.
Weeks later, Adrian found himself the replacement for the candidate that declined.
He graduated from the city’s most renown law school, specializing in finance law. After the government internship during his college years, Adrian rocketed to the top of everything he attempted to conquer. His ambition seemed to know no end, and it was never enough. Even when he entered the offices of a top financial firm as their on-staff counsel, he was already contemplating the next rung on the ladder.
He was known for having the damndest luck, although he couldn’t replicate the streak in any of the city’s gambling clubs, he favored the nightlife anyway. It was in one such establishment that he was introduced to some less than reputable characters. He rented his lucky streak out to others for a fee, and nobody questioned his methods. They’d not believe him if he explained anyway. Quickly, he became a multi-millionaire. He lived well, but in the city of billionaires, he flew under the radar. He invested primarily in himself, and by thirty, owned legitimate businesses around the city: from white-collar hotels and car dealerships to cleaning services and freight companies. Some were front organizations, but some were not. Deals were done in his hotels. When conflict got dirty, his companies cleaned the blood from the carpet. Money was good. Business was good. Nights were better.
There was just one problem. He was a shit channeler at his wits end.
It started years before, and years of practice produced nothing more than sparks. After watching the footage of the Ascendancy’s mighty reconstruction of the Archway, an idea came to mind.
The deal is done
Age 30
He floated in a pleasant ocean of darkness. There was a warmth buried in the deep that Adrian found soothing. The view was breathtaking. Or would be if there was breath to be stolen. The emptiness that enveloped was no thicker than the vacuum of space. Like the distant reach of the universe, starlight glittered in all directions. When Adrian first discovered this gap in the consciousness of all who dreamed, he wondered if a border existed out of sight. The endlessness called, but the farther into the darkness he journeyed, the horizon stretched farther beyond reach. There was another side. He knew it in his soul, but he had yet to find it. Someday, he would.
Exploration was not his purpose this night. Tonight, Adrian searched the stars. Their lights blurred as his form sped through the darkness. Some passed so near he thought to reach out and grasp them in his hand. Others were too dim to barely see. Finally, the twinkle he sought grew and grew until Adrian thought it may swallow him whole. He came close, and the light burned bright for one infinitesimal flash, and in the next moment, he was within its realm.
A tile floor rushed up to his feet. The walls were a plain gray. All colors were muted. Adrian walked along a hall, passing offices he assumed to be the scene of a business building. Although, given the identity of the person whose dream he walked, his surrounding was more likely to be that of a government building instead.
The dream shifted around him, but Adrian was smoothly swept along without resistance. He found himself standing alongside three other figures. Together they formed a line along an empty stage. A podium stood vacant, a sentry waiting before them all. Beyond, the seats were empty and the theatre house dark except for one seated in the very center of the front row. Shadows cloaked him since the stage lighting angled away from his silhouette, but Adrian knew who he was. It was he whom he came to find.
One by one, the three other shapes stepped to the podium, speaking in strings of sentences that made little sense. Like their disjointed speeches, their faces blurred and changed such that Adrian could identify none. Such was the way of dreams. Then it was Adrian’s turn. The man in the audience paid little attention. In fact, the dream began to dissolve around them as if it was about to shift, but with a force that radiated from within, Adrian lifted his arms, grit his teeth, and halted what might have melted away. Control of the dream shifted to him, and with the snap of his fingers, he erased the three other dream figures and forced the house lights to illuminate himself alone.
The dreamer jumped to attention. As he did, his clothing changed to those of black armor. A dark cloak swallowed his shoulders and a crown of silver and onyx flickered around his brow. It was a remnant of a subconscious: the self-assigned image of one’s ideal form. Adrian knew this particular dreamer to be arrogant, but the aura echoed in distant memory. The man’s presence was strong, and it tugged at Adrian with all the familiarity of an ally, but in this place, Adrian was master. Perhaps he could learn some of Adrian’s ways in time, but such were thoughts for another night.
“Who are you?” the dreamer said, but the demand held no sway over Adrian.
“As you can see, I have an impressive skill. I can serve you, but I desire something in return,” Adrian said.
The man turned. “You are not real,” he said defiantly, turning to depart.
Adrian interrupted. “When you wake, tomorrow at noon, I will stand on the top step of the Archway monument facing the walls of your Kremlin. Find me and you will know I am very real,” he said.
Upon Adrian’s exit, the dream was returned to the whim of its owner. The light rushed away, and in its place, the gap of infinite stars again filled his consciousness. Before departing completely, Adrian watched the light fade as the dreamer awoke, considering the risky bargain one more time.
The next day, Adrian was escorted into the Kremlin exactly as he predicted. True to his word, he promised the Ascendancy his loyalty, and in exchange, the Ascendancy would send a teacher.
And finally, just finally, Adrian would discover where he came from.
Known past lives
The Second Age – Asristin, World Governor of the 9th Domain
The Third Age – Arikan, Dreadlord under the command of the Chosen, Demandred
The Fourth Age – Unknown
The Fifth Age – Unknown
The Sixth Age – Morpheus, leader of the Oneiroi of the court of Hades
The Seventh Age – Unknown
Psychological description
Arrogant but can be charming, particularly toward women, when he wants. He has a temper that flares hot when provoked or denied what he believes he is owed. He is a hard worker, disciplined, but will cheat the system when he can. He has a mind for strategy, and in this Age, applies it to management of money and business. He will avoid taking advantage of the innocent or helpless but can justify the means to an end if necessary. He doesn’t try too hard. His loyalty once pledged is held true, but any hint of betrayal will rot away any former ties that bind. For this, he is estranged from his adopted parents, whom he still believes will not tell him the truth of his origin. Deep down he lacks self-confidence, probably due to the rejection from his birth parents, and as such, compensates with a commitment to improving his appearance, wearing designer clothing, and purchasing other symbols of status.
Physical description
6”1” tall. He is of British nationality and raised in a relatively small coastal town and attended a private preparatory school several hours away from London. He has a strong, prominent jawline, curly brown hair, a deep voice and muscular physique. He is fluent in French, can casually converse in Italian and German, and can order a beer in Russian. He traditionally wears a signet "gentleman's" ring featuring his adopted family’s coat of arms on the small finger of his left hand as a reminder that he isn’t one of them.
*Ascendancy dialogue written in via PM
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| Renewal |
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Posted by: Jay Carpenter - 10-02-2020, 10:17 PM - Forum: Nightlife & Entertainment
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(Continued from Delivered)
The car pulled away from the busy street after Jay and his escort (the burly, grim government spook type – not the fun type) were deposited on the sidewalk. People dressed in a range of business attire pushed through. Ahead, doors opened by the hands of uniformed doormen. He looked around like something would explain their location, but other than the name of the hotel etched into the glass, he was stunned to silence. It was curiosity as much as any look from the agent that won his compliance. It wasn’t often he was dropped off at such a block.
The lobby floor was marble. Holo-screens and chandeliers lit the interior. A woman in a red suit looked at him as she passed, but her expression was one of annoyance than anything Jay’s best smile could disarm.
The elevator was shared with more fancy people in suits. Downtown Moscow City, a rich district of Moscow towering with the spires of powerful businesses. Last time he was in the city, he didn’t make it over here often, although the skyline could be seen from a great distance. The elevator stopped at one of the upper levels, revealing a comfortable lounge with comfortable seatings, tables, and a beautiful bar. The name etched into the wall was unknown to him, but as Jay was shown to a table, he quite clearly recognized the bottles on display. Talk about top-shelf shit. Hope it wasn’t too early to start drinking. Then again, he was still on States-time.
Unfortunately, they passed through the lounge without stopping, excluding the moment he was halted in his tracks by the view.
He was shown to a semi-private room. The agent took up a place at the threshold only to gesture that Jay enter unaccompanied. About this time, he had a dozen names in his head of who may be waiting within. He blinked, looked over his shoulder one last time for hints of danger, and cautiously entered.
But it was empty. He turned back, jaw agape, gesturing with a very clear ‘what the hell?’ look on his face when the agent adjusted his jacket. “Mister Kane will be with you shortly,” he explained and subsequently ignored him thereafter.
Mister Kane?
Jay had no fucking clue who that was. But since he was going to wait, might as well enjoy the amenities. He went directly to the decanter of whiskey and poured himself a glass.
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| The Little Jewel |
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Posted by: Thalia - 09-26-2020, 09:26 PM - Forum: Place for Dreams
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Nimeda’s eyes wandered over the desolation of the shifting city. The air burned up in her lungs, hard to swallow down, and the bare skin of her arms prickled under the crawling sense of taint. Death hung a pall that drained the colour to an arid landscape, the light too bright and the dark too deep, and all in between the shadows purred content, though she ignored them as she searched for the source.
The pad of her feet paused a moment when a body shimmered across the pavement, bloated and dead, hair like seaweed. A puddle spread beneath, darkening the asphalt. Then the drowned soul simply vanished, swept away on an invisible tide, and Nimeda moved on. Her toes scrunched though, chilled.
Her heart pounded loud behind her ribs. She did not like the City at the best of times, but cast in the net of a nightmare -- of the nightmare, she liked it a great deal less.
Another step brought her within distance of the giant arch. The next into a child’s room. Her gaze roamed the stars twinkling against the ceiling, but it was the music that caught her in its net. Half a wondrous smile flickered as she turned in place, enamoured of the melody. “How do you know this song?” She breathed the question in a whisper, for its notes were nothing of this Age, shivering her skin with pleasant memory. It was a moment more before she finally folded to her knees and leaned to peer beneath the bed. Long curls spiralled upon the floor as she spied into the shadows.
“There you are.” A smile warmed. She shifted to lay on her stomach, chin resting on her folded arms. The child’s bright amber eyes peered back, luminous as twin jewels. She was curled into herself, holding her knees tight, and surprise bloomed in her expression at realisation of discovery. Fear, too. She shifted her small body away, but Nimeda only watched. “I won’t hurt you,” she said eventually. “Neither will anything out here. I will not let it.”
“You can see it all too?”
“I see all the endings,” Nimeda agreed. “But this is just dreaming, small one. You are doing it very loudly. Will you come out?”
After a moment of silence, Nim slitted her eyes and offered an impish but tolerant smile, then shifted up to sit cross-legged. The soft music soothed, if she could not give the tune a name, and her chin tilted to watch the play of lights against the walls, like starshine. She would wait a while, until the child gathered her courage or faded back to the Other world. It was not how she might choose to spend her time here, but neither did she lament the cause.
Slowly, though, a dark-haired head peeped out. The girl shuffled slowly, wide-eyed.
“Do I know you?” Nimeda’s head canted, blinking, as the girl’s face came into proper view. Her clothes fluctuated like a bird’s ruffling feathers, from a nightdress to a pink fairy costume and back, and her black hair fluffed loose one moment and neatly braided the next. Children were not especially common dreamers, and she showed no sign of fading or flickering weakly back to her waking body, yet neither was there a resonance of something older. Nimeda did not even know why she had asked the question. Not from any sense of familiarity. More from recognition. But the child only shyly shook her head.
The music around them changed, and the lights diffused, washing colours against their skin like rippling constellations.
“Can you make it stop?”
For a moment Nimeda thought the girl meant the music, or maybe the lights, though when her gaze lowered back to her expression she realised from the wobbling fear alone that it was not what she meant at all. “No,” she said simply. Then, after a moment’s thought, added earnestly, “The Wheel does not stop, but that is a good thing! From endings come beginnings. One cannot exist without the other.” She meant the words as a comfort, but they did not seem to help, or perhaps she was just too little to understand. Fear was fear, though, and Nimeda knew its sting well enough -- for sometimes answers were no treasure at all. She leaned and reached to tap a finger against the girl’s nose. "If you call and I am asleep to hear it, I will come. You do not have to be alone." She drew back, held her palm open in invitation. Her thief hand, with the grimnir’s warning splattered against the palm in a pale white scar. “Shall I steal you away? I know a place we can go.”
After a moment the girl said, wonderingly, “You have paint on your hands.”
“I know.” Nimeda laughed, waggling her fingers until the child tentatively reached out. But she did not take the hand. To Nim’s amusement, she crawled right into her lap, arms tight about her neck.
They shifted.
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| Minor Change |
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Posted by: Nox - 09-23-2020, 01:46 PM - Forum: General Discussion
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I added "The Story So Far" To the menu on thefirstage.org website.
So I created a "Our Game Story" menu item and under it is the story so far, and the character links with their stories.
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| New Characters |
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Posted by: Nox - 09-21-2020, 03:58 PM - Forum: About
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We are currently getting a lot of spam from the Application form.
*edit removed password*
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| Escaping Chains |
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Posted by: Sterling - 09-16-2020, 05:36 PM - Forum: Greater Moscow
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Ever since she had been found at Kallisti her parents had tethered her to her room. She was grounded, her wallet gone, her access to the internet vanished. She had nothing but school. Risha was mad at her for leaving her out of it. Sterling couldn't even apologize in school. So there it stayed with her best friend.
There was no escaping the chains her parents had placed on her. Except...
Her parents had gone to work. They expected her to go to class on her own, and she did. She walked out the door with every intention of going to school. But she walked and then missed her turn. It was on accident, at least that's what she told herself.
Sterling had never skipped classes before. It left a tight knot in her stomach but Sterling kept walking.
Sterling walked until she saw the river. And then she walked along the river and wondered what else she might do with the power. Julianna hadn't given her much instruction, and she had left before she could learn more. She could go to Kallisti again, but maybe she could learn on her own.
Sterling stuck her legs over a pier on the river and swung her legs. She closed her eyes and let the sunshine upon her -- figuratively and physically. She felt warmth envelop her and she looked out over the river and saw the world a little crisper. The air smelled a little fouler and the breeze upon her skin was soft like a feather. It was wonderful...
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| A Job Interview (closed) |
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Posted by: Anna - 09-15-2020, 07:00 PM - Forum: Nightlife & Entertainment
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Summer had been fun after graduating from Julliard. Really anything was fun after Julliard. It wasn't that Anna hadn't learned anything or had any fun at all, but everyone there was so uptight and needed to learn how to relax and just have a good time. Anna had built up a decent amount of money working at the Pink Rose, and with that, she had left the States for Moscow. Everybody who was anybody seemed to levitate towards the city. Truth be told, it was now the center of the world.
Anna had found herself an apartment and mostly had gotten her life in order, but work was still something she needed. She could probably live for awhile off of her savings, but in order to live her best life, she would need a fresh influx of cash occasionally. So she began searching for jobs in the city. With a degree from Julliard as well as recommendation letters from professors, it was likely she would find something, however, a job posting caught her eye. Kallisti House of Burlesque was hiring dancers. Anna did her research and Kallisti appeared to be a pretty upscale place. It wasn't the Pink Rose for sure - burlesque dancing and stripping were two different things although they both intrigued the viewer with forbidden fruit.
Anna found herself smiling. It would likely be a fun job and a well paying one. Anna continued her deep dive on the establishment and there were rumors of the talent using some sort of power to enhance their show. Anna flinched a little at that. She was still scared of the power she held inside. If that was happening, she'd likely have to face it sometime.
Anna made a call to the Pink Rose, asking a request for a letter of recommendation from her former manager. She did include that in most of the more classical job applications. Most of them still frowned on exotic dancing, but she felt this would be a good addition to her resume at Kallisti.
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She received a call a few days after applying and scheduled an interview. Anna spent that time practicing and putting together an outfit should they ask her to dance. It wouldn't be out of place to do so. Anna dressed professionally, putting on a white blouse and black skit and black tights. Anna finished a cup of coffee and grabbed a bottle of water to get on the bus to the club. ON the way there, she mentally prepared herself for the interview. Anna felt confident, but still the nerves of being judged always came. It was only natural. As her nerves rose, she could sense the power hiding - a glowing light that beckoned. Anna ignored it as much as possible.
She paid the driver and sighed in relief as she arrived at the club. It was during the day, so the club wasn't really running. The doors were opened, however. Staff would be prepping for the shift and the dancer's would be rehearsing. A woman approached her shortly after entering, a slight look of confusion on her face. Based on her physique, Anna would have guessed she was also a dancer, but she really didn't know.
"Hello, we're closed right now. We open in a few hours if you want to see a show,"
The woman was at least polite and offered a smile. This probably happened occasionally.
"Hi," Anna responded, offering her own smile. "Actually, I'm here because I have an interview with Carmen today."
The woman's eyes brightened in realization. "Ah! I see. Follow me!"
Anna nodded and the woman led her to a room with some chairs and a table. "Please take a seat. I'll let Carmen know you are here!"
Anna listened and thanked the woman. She set her bag with some costumes beside her chair and waited for Carmen to arrive.
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| Anna Rodriguez |
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Posted by: Anna - 09-15-2020, 03:55 PM - Forum: Biographies & Backstory
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Anna Rodriguez
Age: 22
Origin: Chicago, IL - Currently Moscow
Psychological Description: Anna is confident in herself and her abilities, with the exception of channeling. Anna can be impulsive and has issues with authority figures unless they are an employer. She isn't easily frustrated and is a very hard worker, especially when she sees enjoyment or profit in what she is doing. Generally she is in a good mood, and she is slow to anger.
Physical Description: Anna has the athletic build of a dancer. She stands at 5'10" with long black hair and brown eyes.
Channeler
Current Stength: 10
Potential Strength: 28
Reborn Goddess: Xochiquetzal
Biography:
Anna was born on July 5, 2024 in Chicago, IL. Early on, her parents noticed an aptitude and love for dance and encouraged this in their daughter. She started learning gymnastics and ballet at a young age and flourished in these athletic activities. As she grew, Anna continued to learn and be involved in dance groups both in and outside of school.
Anna attracted the attention of talent scouts as she neared her senior year in high school. Universities offered her an abundance of scholarships to join their dance programs, but Anna decided she wanted and deserved the best. At eighteen years, she did her formal audition into the program at the Julliard School. Despite her talent, she was naturally nervous at the audition. Her prepared dance had a move in which she would constantly lose her balance. As she danced she found she moved easily through the steps and completed her audition. She was accepted with a full scholarship to the Julliard School.
Just as the new school year at University started, Anna fell ill. She was worried that this would affect her school year, but she recovered in time to go to school. The same illness came as she continued to go through the year, often after a brutal rehearsal or a performance. Eventually another dancer and her roommate, Julie Smith, would tell her what she was experiencing.
Julie, like Anna, could channel. Julie had recognized the symptoms of the illness and was able to sense Anna’s power. Julie offered to teach Anna how to use her power, but Anna refused. She was frightened of the power and what she could do with it.
Anna continued through school despite the fact that she didn’t really feel she fit into the high brow nature at Julliard. Anna was a student of all types of dance, but they really only focused on the more “high class” dancing. Anna took a slight to this, so when she began searching for jobs to make money while in school she went the completely opposite direction. She found a club called the Pink Rose and applied. The Pink Rose was a strip club outside of the city and she found that not only did she enjoy her work there, she was good at it. Having a full ride, all the money she made was pocketed and she left school with a decent amount of wealth.
After graduating, Anna decided to expand her horizons. Russia seemed the place to be at this point, so she got her personal effects together and moved to Moscow. The only thing on her mind was to enjoy her life.
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