Aisha Ctarl
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
4718
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Posted - 2014.06.08 15:35:00 -
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Feel free to share your character's in character back story. I'm looking forward to learning character's backgrounds.
Mine...
Hello, I'm Aisha Ctarl, I am Khanid.
Born to a wealthy family, I have always been a privileged woman. Thanks to my parents wealth, I was always pushed to attend social events where they shmoozed up to other families to try and obtain more power and game. The key problem fir me - I'm shy, I loathe social functions and they knew that, they knew I'd rather be alone. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents, I just have little respect for them. Putting up false fronts and lying through their teeth just to get what they want, despicable.
My parents expected a lot from me. There was constant pressure to be the best that I could. I have always been bright, schooling was no problem for me. At fifteen I graduated from high school as the salutatorian. I could see my parents out in the crowd of happy families there to support their children, they were all so proud except for my parents, they both wore a scowl of disapproval, salutatorian wasn't enough.
I waited on attending college until I was seventeen. College was a whole new world; social class systems, racial class systems, even intelligence based class systems, it was overwhelming. Of course my parents had forced me to apply to the honors college which only increased the pressure to succeed. For my first semester I tended to stay to my self, I kept my head down and spoke to no one. My major was military studies and tactics. I had wanted to join the Crusade when I was younger, but my parents crushed that thought out of me swiftly. As time wore on, my grades plummeted. Too shy to speak to counselors I continued to spiral out of control until I made the decision to drop out.
There I was at rock bottom. A college drop out and unable to return to my parents out of shame. I had nowhere to go and no one to turn to. I spent many months homeless scrounging for scraps and spare change, cut off from the family fortune. One spring evening I came to my senses and realized I couldn't live like this. That spark of a childhood dream returned to me of joining the Crusade. With a new fire in my belly (albeit an empty one) I struggled to make my way to the nearest recruitment office.
"Assault, Sentinel, Commando, Scout, or Logistics?" I remember the officer asking me clearly. She went on to explain the roles and specialties of each suit as I listened haphazardly when something piqued my interest. "Invisibility?" I asked her, and she said yes, the scout was able to cloak, becoming invisible at will. At long last here was something before me that would allow me to melt into the shadows, and stay out of the judgemental eye. Something that would allow me to go unnoticed, unseen. "I'll take scout ma'am."
*Present day*
My parents are dead, I've outlived them. They are nothing but decaying flesh in the ground, their souls taken by the Lord. Me, I'm forever locked at 20, but I have died too, twelve thousand thirty six times to be exact. It's hard to keep my sanity, but my faith has seen me through. I'm still ridiculed time to time for being so young yet enlisted in the Crusade. Sometimes it gets overwhelming, but when that happens I simply melt into shadows, unseen, doing what needs to be done out of the eyes of judgement. I have no one to impress any longer and as time marches on I'm learning how to be confident in myself. I have achieved one thing though
*activates cloak cortex as RDVs roar overhead*
I'm alone.
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Aisha Ctarl
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
4720
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Posted - 2014.06.08 17:21:00 -
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Henrietta Unknown wrote:After body failure and presumed death in the early 2000's, my mind and consciousness were stored in cryo until the State accessed my profile and repurposed me, seeing that I was a valuable asset. I was placed into a new body, for a new purpose, but my amnesia would wear off and I would occasionally delve back into haunting memories. The State promised that if the war was won and our place in New Eden secure, they would repair my mind and return me to sanity.
Then the purge happened, and I deserted the State. Rumor has it that a recently-constructed wormhole is the only way home. I intend on finding it, and then I will find peace at last.
That's pretty sweet.
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