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swaddledog) wrote2016-01-20 04:49 pm
swaddledog) wrote2016-01-20 04:49 pm
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OUT OF CHARACTER
Player Name: Nie
Are you 16 or older: 28
Contact: machinisms @ plurk
Current Characters: None
Tag: Imperator Furiosa
IN CHARACTER
Name: Imperator Furiosa
Canon: Mad Max: Fury Road
Canon Point: End movie
Age: Mid-thirties
History: http://madmax.wikia.com/wiki/Imperator_Furiosa & https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imperator_Furiosa
Personality:
Abilities/Skills: Furiosa doesn't have any special powers and is subject to human squishiness. She's a 'full-life', which means that she's without genetic imperfections, tumors, and illnesses which is something rare for her post-apocalyptic world. Skills listed below.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths;
Weaknesses;
Items: Scrap metal prothesis with securing belt girdle and pauldron, her clothes, goggles tucked into one of the many belt pouches
SAMPLES
Network Sample:
[ The routine run to Gas Town was one that was familiar to Furiosa now, but using the radio didn't get less strange. The air was so toxic that one had to wear a mask to breathe, but it didn't make identification or communication easy. To get around that, the gate was fitted with an intercomm.
She pounds in the security code, then waits for the static on the other end. ]
It's Furiosa. I've come bringing aqua-cola and guzzoline for trade from the Immortal Joe.
[ To the point. She isn't one to mince words, but when there's no response she makes a sound of distaste into the radio. ]
Is anyone listening to me? I know you're there, Jawbone. Open the damn gate.
Prose/Action Sample:
When the dreams of exploring among the stars were long dead, it was difficult to swallow it being reality. Furiosa was not yet convinced she wasn't dreaming. A dream too uncomfortably real, trading one set of binding for another. There was no new branding, no new scar upon her body, but the uniform she was instructed to wear was enough of a reminder that she was still not free.
This whole place pissed her off.
Everything on the ship was so clean and bright and cold. She's used to dirt, and dust, and blood. Stifling heat and darkness. The concept of bathing in water was ludicrous; why was such a precious resource being wasted? Surely even in space water was precious? But these people had fat bellies and their hair was free of dust and grime, and their skin was smooth like the Wives had been.
Furiosa pounds her hand against the observation deck forcefield, overcome with anger at the endless expanse of space. No, no. This was all wrong. She had lost everything, regained her freedom, only to lose it again. Why punish her this way? Death would have been more merciful than another strange place and another captivity.
"Hell," she mutters under her breath, then passes both trembling hands over her head.
Breathing in deep, she closes her eyes, gathering herself, and then turns to leave. She's stronger than this. She'll find a way to survive. She always does.
Are you 16 or older: 28
Contact: machinisms @ plurk
Current Characters: None
Tag: Imperator Furiosa
IN CHARACTER
Name: Imperator Furiosa
Canon: Mad Max: Fury Road
Canon Point: End movie
Age: Mid-thirties
History: http://madmax.wikia.com/wiki/Imperator_Furiosa & https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imperator_Furiosa
Personality:
"Who is that?"
"Is it a woman?"
"I've heard of her... They call her 'Bag of Nails.'"
Furiosa is strong, not only just physically but mentally as well. She's resourceful in ways that allowed her to survive circumstances that should have killed her thrice over. She survived the raid that killed her mother. Meant to be a breeder, she discarded for her infertility, though she found new ways to survive by hiding amongst the War Pups, learning the skills of mechanics and once again worming her way into usefulness. She is the only woman amongst Immortan Joe's soldiers, however her skills and intimidating presence make the war boys forget she's female.
Furiosa could have been any average soldier, but she climbed up through the ranks of Immortan Joe's 'army', rising to the rank of "Imperator" (essentially, a General). She did so through a combination of craftiness, intelligence, and combat skill, and the end result is a commander that is respected by her War Boys. Even after her escape, Max and the Wives differ to her judgement, actively seeking her advice and expertise.
Surviving in the way she has had made her ruthless, earning her the nickname "Bag of Nails" due to her harsh and cold personality. As an Imperator, she has an ocean of blood on her hands and a head full of sins, all these terrible actions she had to take to live. She has no soft edge left; she won't not hesitate to kill anyone or anything she considers a threat, though her stance on killing isn't shared by the Wives. She finds their stance to be naive though she demonstrates the willingness to compromise; their pacifism verses her violence allowed them to agree on 'no unnecessary killing' at the very least.
Watching the Wretched swarm for water and War Boys die of radiation and tumors has given her a sour view of the privileges given to the Wives. Their naivety with their luxuries, such as bathing in water which many don't have even to drink, infuriates her. It takes time even for her to accept that being possessed as breeder slaves is horrible because Furiosa can only see through the pain of her own experiences. She had endured. This was something that could be endured."How does it feel?" she asks Splendid when her leg is grazed by a bullet. When Splendid replies that it hurts, Furiosa responds with "Out here, everything hurts. You wanna get through this? Do as I say."Her question isn't just about the bleeding wound on her leg. She's teaching a lesson, one the Wives needed to learn quickly. It was the best advice for survival Furiosa had to give them. They traded old pains and struggles for new ones, and in a way Furiosa saw herself in them. The child removed from comfort, struggling to live. It's harsh to the Wives, but to Furiosa it's realistic.
An overlying theme with Furiosa is hope and the search for redemption. Somehow, despite all the trauma that she has endured and failed attempt after failed attempt to return home, she still retains some sort of hope. This hope morphs as she allows herself to open herself to the Wives and tell them of the Green Place, losing hope for survival or freedom and gaining hope for redemption from the terrible things she had done as Immortan Joe's soldier. When she finds that the Green Place is gone, this ember of hope nearly fades. What was the point? They had come that far for nothing. But it's kindled again by the Vuvilini and the Wives, showed one final hurrah rather than going out with a whimper.
They had become her hope and redemption. In a way, Furiosa grew to need the Wives and Max as much as they needed her.
Furiosa's journey is one of self sacrifice. She escapes to the Fury Road with the Wives knowing that if she fails, it would be her last attempt, and yet she goes knowing that she will either succeed or die. She helps them because finally, she believes it's what's right to do. Give the Wives the second chance she won't have. Even as she was stabbed and her lung was slowly collapsing she summoned the strength to finish it for them.
Abilities/Skills: Furiosa doesn't have any special powers and is subject to human squishiness. She's a 'full-life', which means that she's without genetic imperfections, tumors, and illnesses which is something rare for her post-apocalyptic world. Skills listed below.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths;
• Highly intelligent
• Commanding presence and capable leader
• Survivalist (desert/wasteland environment)
• Strong hand-to-hand combatant (dirty fighting)
• Capable with a wide variety of firearms and explosives
• Talented automobile driver
• 'Black thumb'; Essentially she's good with mechanics
Weaknesses;
• Some people might see the one arm thing as a weakness
• Not a particularly good liar
• Somewhat cold-- there's a lot she won't stick her neck out for
• A skewed view of privileged
• Low literacy
• Wasteland upbringing means she's entirely unfamiliar with even 'modern' tech
Items: Scrap metal prothesis with securing belt girdle and pauldron, her clothes, goggles tucked into one of the many belt pouches
SAMPLES
Network Sample:
[ The routine run to Gas Town was one that was familiar to Furiosa now, but using the radio didn't get less strange. The air was so toxic that one had to wear a mask to breathe, but it didn't make identification or communication easy. To get around that, the gate was fitted with an intercomm.
She pounds in the security code, then waits for the static on the other end. ]
It's Furiosa. I've come bringing aqua-cola and guzzoline for trade from the Immortal Joe.
[ To the point. She isn't one to mince words, but when there's no response she makes a sound of distaste into the radio. ]
Is anyone listening to me? I know you're there, Jawbone. Open the damn gate.
Prose/Action Sample:
When the dreams of exploring among the stars were long dead, it was difficult to swallow it being reality. Furiosa was not yet convinced she wasn't dreaming. A dream too uncomfortably real, trading one set of binding for another. There was no new branding, no new scar upon her body, but the uniform she was instructed to wear was enough of a reminder that she was still not free.
This whole place pissed her off.
Everything on the ship was so clean and bright and cold. She's used to dirt, and dust, and blood. Stifling heat and darkness. The concept of bathing in water was ludicrous; why was such a precious resource being wasted? Surely even in space water was precious? But these people had fat bellies and their hair was free of dust and grime, and their skin was smooth like the Wives had been.
Furiosa pounds her hand against the observation deck forcefield, overcome with anger at the endless expanse of space. No, no. This was all wrong. She had lost everything, regained her freedom, only to lose it again. Why punish her this way? Death would have been more merciful than another strange place and another captivity.
"Hell," she mutters under her breath, then passes both trembling hands over her head.
Breathing in deep, she closes her eyes, gathering herself, and then turns to leave. She's stronger than this. She'll find a way to survive. She always does.