removeimpurity: (Now you *listen* - and listen *well*.)
[March 10th]

I am a soldier, a general under the Gods )

[March 11th to March 14th]

I control all I see, and all that stand by me )

[March 15th]

But control is not absolute, and my power not limitless )

[March 17th, Early Morning]

I am but a mortal, and all around me, a lie )

((Advance Trigger Warnings for threads in this post: Violent actions, gory descriptions, and possible talk of suicide. When replying, please be sure to state the date of the interaction -- anytime between the 10th to the 17th!))
removeimpurity: (Look - I don't care.)
Accidental Voice: Library )

[After leaving the library, Syre's day is relatively uneventful. She grabs some fruit from the grocery store to snack on, then proceeds to sit at the fountain and take a book out of her bag.]

[Those that are so inclined to look over will see what look like research notes, written in Syre's own neat handwriting and covering whatever space isn't occupied by a diagram or a drawing of some sort; it seems she was rather engrossed in her work at the time of writing.]

[The diagrams themselves, however, seem to be of a most disturbing sort: impressively-detailed cross-sections of torsos and skulls (with all of their internal organs, glands, and other such detailed neatly labeled), and what seem to be sketches of potential theories -- figures with two heads, four (or more) arms...]

[Whatever Syre was researching, it certainly was interesting -- but certainly not very innocent.]
removeimpurity: (Well - if you insist)
[The broadcast starts as any other one from Syre would: with the remnants of a meal just barely in frame and the alchemist sipping a glass of water. However, it seems she didn't mean to start the broadcast this early, as her expression slowly changes to one of surprise -- once she realizes the feed is on, anyway.]

Oh, I wasn't quite ready to talk yet. [She laughs, a bit embarrassed.] Well, I suppose I should get on with it.

[She clears her throat, takes another sip of water, then starts again.]

Good afternoon, Luceti. Bit of a grey day, don't you think? Reminds me almost of home, in a sense, with the sky looking as though it's about to snow any moment.

This will be my first winter here, so I'd like to ask: what manner of celebrations do we have here? What beliefs, what customs, generally prevail at this time of year? Are there feasts? Celebrations? Silent ceremonies?

I apologize for the barrage of questions -- I'm just a little curious.
removeimpurity: (You. Are just hilarious.)
[Voice]

[Syre's voice tonight is calm -- emotionless, even -- as she broadcasts over the journals.]

To all that I may have interacted with during this most recent of Shifts: let it be known that the name Ariadelle Estriet [--hatred creeps into her voice for that brief moment, dark and bitter--] is one that I prefer not to be addressed by.

I would not have my image sullied by taking on the name of a deserter.

[The feed stops shortly after that.]

[Written; Accidental]

[Much, much later that night, a series of quick notes show up. It seems Syre has mistaken her broadcast journal for the one she normally keeps research in.]

-- Energy expenditure in creation of all constructs 1.5 times normal. Care needed to avoid exhaustion.

-- Still unable to give life toanimate constructs for more than few seconds at a time. Related to power limits of enclosure(?).

-- Research required into alternate means of animating constructs. Must favor alchemic/magical practices; technological research too time-/resource-consuming.

-- Additional research required to grant construct minor magical/alchemic abilities; useful for construction of potential assistant(s).
removeimpurity: (This is none of your concern!)
Aspiring to be gods, angels fall; aspiring to be angels, men rebel  )

[The first thing that she notices is that the Malnosso -- in what Syre can only think of as a twisted sense of convenience -- had placed her on the roof of Community Building 3, which makes the task of returning to her home a trivial one.]

[The second realization is one that is a little more irritating to bear -- there were far more people in the village than she remembered previously. Were they invaders? She didn't spot any of the Third Party among them...]

[Regardless, standing on the roof would get her nowhere. Calmly, she turned away from the view, and made her way down to her room.]

Nothing in life is to be feared; it is only to be understood )
removeimpurity: (What is the point of this?)
[Video]

[The feed clicks on that Sunday with a thoughtful looking Syre, a cup of juice on the table beside her.]

I've a question for you all, if it would not trouble you to ask. [Here she is silent a moment, taking a sip of her drink before continuing.] And do pardon the interruptions -- I've only just risen from my sleep, you see.

Anyway, back to my point... I have been wondering for a while about the concept of time here in Luceti. I notice that the hours here are not nearly as short, but there are also not as many of them in a day.

What I mean to say is... how exactly does time differ in this world from my own? Because, if the date on this journal is to be believed, today marks the anniversary of my coming into existence.

[Another pause, another sip of her juice, and then she continues again.] To be plain, it would be my birthday today.

... I suppose this means I'll need to make the proper arrangements for some sort of celebration, even if it is for myself.

[And with that (and a faint, amused smile), she shuts off the feed.]

[Action]

[Not too long after that post, Syre is out and about in the village, bag in hand as she's perusing the shops. A few pastries here, some vegetables there -- she's going to be celebrating with a bit of dinner tonight.]

[Later on, she'll be at the library, looking around for a few cookbooks -- because what are ingredients without something to put them into? She's not going for anything horribly fancy, but if something catches her eye, she'll be copying it down.]
removeimpurity: (This... This can't be...)
[She had made her way to her home without much fuss -- saw that her things were in proper order. She then spent a few days in her room, resting off the ache that seemed to reside in every fiber of her being.]

[Though her physical body is in (marginally) better shape after her rest, her mind, however, is not.]

[Syre is not a stranger to war; she has been in it, thrived in it, caused it. But the draft was a whole other beast, with tactics she had never seen and technologies that were foreign to her...]

[So today, in order to fight the thoughts and memories that plague her, she will be in one of two places throughout the day:]

[Either at the fountain, an open sketchbook in hand and a familiar face on the page, or at the library, studying up on as much as her mind can process.]
removeimpurity: (You wouldn't understand...)
[WRITTEN]

[Early in the morning, a neatly written message appears in the journals.]





[Then, a small while later, she writes out another two messages -- filtered rather poorly.]

[Filtered to Helios and Robert | 5%]




[/Filter]

[ACTION]


[Later that afternoon, Syre can be seen about the plaza -- more specifically, around the stores, looking for decorations for her apartment, along with beakers and other scientific equipment.]

[At various points throughout the day, however, she will be hanging around the fountain and the steps of the library -- waiting for someone, perhaps?]
removeimpurity: (Gods Above!)
Because TL;DR is fun )

[As she sits up, she rests a hand upon her chest, catching her breath before she rises to her feet.]

...this isn't my study.

[She turns around hurriedly, expression shifting from irritation to anger as her eyes continue to scan the area.]

This is a very foul joke! If I find who did this, I'll have your hide!

[Her eyes lock onto the journal, and she bounds over to it. With a clearly irate scowl, she slams the book shut, though it does catch one last sentence before it cuts off:]

What in the name of the gods is this?

[Sometime after her initial outburst, Syre can be found walking into the village, the journal tucked beneath her left arm. She's looking around at everything with a mix of intrigue and irritation -- this most definitely isn't Ecliptia, but she can't help but wonder where she is...]

[If anyone wants to welcome the jade-eyed/jade-winged newcomer, feel free to -- but she might be a little wary at first...]
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ROBERT ALEXANDER HASTINGS: Brilliant, but oh-so-timid. Please, do come out of your shell!




HELIOS SOLA SPRENSONNE: How can I describe my appreciation for you...?




ORPHEN: We met once or twice, but then parted ways...




VASH THE STAMPEDE: Once upon a time, a spiky-haired blonde fell onto my lap...




LOKI: Call on me as you will. You've my full support.




ISAAC (LAFOREZE): A curious, infuriating man. But are we not the same, beneath our facades?




ZEVRAN ARAINAI: You seem to take great pleasure in my embarrassment. Why must you torture me so?




LUKE SKYWALKER: You and I could learn a great many things from one another, you know?




ARSENE LUPIN III: That damnable Shift tore our hearts apart, but we may salvage a friendship from this yet...




SPOCK: Such an articulate exterior, hiding a heart of gold.
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Permissions:

Threadhopping: Fine by me, as long as I can get some sort of advance notice.

Backtagging: GREATLY appreciated, and encouraged. I like finishing up a thread.

Hugging: Expect minor irritation if you're unfamiliar to her. Otherwise, if you're on good terms: go on ahead!

Kissing: If Syre doesn't know you, expect a very violent reaction. But, again, if you're on good terms with her, there is no problem.

More intimate actions: Only for very close CR. Otherwise, it's a big no.

Relationships: It'll have to be built up over a long, long time, and the character in question needs to be willing to unravel 19 Sellesian years worth of drama and old grudges. If you're willing to do so... well, go ahead.

Attacking: GO FOR IT. Syre can hold her own, for the most part.

Injuring this character: I'd prefer being contacted before any major injuries (broken arm, concussion, etc.). Minor things like a few scrapes here and there are fine, however.

Killing this character: Please see above!

Is there anything you do not want mentioned around this character? There's nothing that's specifically taboo around Syre. Just try not to be too offensive, I suppose?

Is there anything you need us to know about interacting with this character? Nothing really comes to mind right now. I'll edit this post if something comes to mind.
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If you need to get a hold of me for anything -- plot things, potential CR, or what-have-you, you can reach me at the avenues below.

Personal DW Journal: [personal profile] worldbuilder
AIM Username: theworldbuilder
MSN E-mail: [email protected]
Plurk Username: [plurk.com profile] builderofworlds

I would prefer, however, that you PM me on this account, or IM me on MSN if need be; I use Semagic to update my main account, and thus vary rarely check PMs on it.
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This here is where any and all critique involving how I play Syre can be placed. Though she is an original character, I understand that there will be things that will irritate or annoy some people -- if anything comes to mind, please let me know.

(Screening is on, and I believe anon is too. I'll try to get it up, if it's not.)
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If you need to interact with Syre in a place that isn't on an entry or event, feel free to post here. For the sake of clarity, please format the subject of the thread as follows in the examples:

[Voice, May 7th]
[Action, July 5th]
[Written, November 11th]

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