Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2014 15:02:44 GMT -7
Hiroko Izumi
Hiroko Izumi Eighteen Noble Iz Reliability Virus FACE CLAIM: Kuchiha ANIMANGA: Amatsuki GENDER: Female HEIGHT: Five feet nine inches WEIGHT: One hundred thirty eight pounds APPEARANCE Standing in at a relatively average five foot nine inches and weighing in at a fairly standard 138 pounds, Izumi would normally not be someone to stick out of a crowd - with somewhat pale skin and black hair, the woman would fit in almost anywhere in the Tokyo area save for her aquamarine eyes, although such anonymity has all but disappeared again due to the size of Aogashima as an island. Clothing wise the young woman tends to keep it as simple as possible. While she tends to wear far more traditional clothing at home and in the presence of friendly company and relatives both due to familial habits and personal preference, when forced to wear more modern clothing Izumi tends to stick to t shirts, jeans, sneakers..... anything easy and comfortable to both wear and move in, as well as easy to wash in bulk. LIKES
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HISTORY Born on the island of Aogashima, a small settlement of less than a thousand in the Philippine Sea and more than 200 miles from the Japanese mainland, Izumi's upbringing was fairly rustic in comparison to most. The second sibling of three and the daughter of one of the island's oldest families that had resided there since the earliest recorded days of civilization there in the 1600s, the Hiroko family had long been regarded as one of the most spiritually attuned during past times - in the modern era, however, they were simply one family among many, and with the march of time the family had since moved on to more modern roles in society, Hiroko Isao taking up the job of one of the geologists stationed on the island. Izumi's own childhood, bluntly put, was far from easy - at least for those tasked with taking care of her. With two older brothers to lead the way and a younger one to tag along behind them, the girl became an incredibly outspoken and rash individual, always ready for a friendly fight or brawl, or to get dirty if it meant simply having a good time. Needless to say, this made keeping track of the child incredibly difficult, even despite Aogashima's small size - it did, however, make her incredibly fit physically, far stronger than most her age and able to keep running or moving for far longer due to the lack of roads and rough terrain, and to top it off being a strong swimmer was simply a matter of survival given the number of times she fell into the surrounding waters over the years. It would be during these younger years that Izumi would first meet her partner during a trip to the mainland at the age of twelve to scout out potential high schools as Aogashima itself was too small to justify building one. When the Digital World finally made itself known to humanity at large, however, Izumi had already returned to her home island with her parents - and, for a time, the community would escape notice from both sides, humanity and Digimon alike as larger communities deemed more important on the mainland were either targeted or evacuated. For roughly three years the island would simply continue on with life, dealing with shortages in the same manner that their ancestors had centuries ago by living off the surrounding land and sea until the Digital World's forces finally took note of the island as unguarded targets began to grow few and far between. Izumi, by that point fifteen years old and having at least been paying attention to what she could of the world beyond the island's borders through news broadcasts and the like, was well aware that her presence on the island would simply worsen the attack if she was caught. With a fishing ship picking up an S.O.S. from the island itself, however, there also came the realization that when they arrived the vessel would provide a tempting target to the Digimon raiders with everyone gathered in one spot, and without a head start the ship would never leave the island's dock before it was sunk. Given that they couldn't be in two places at once, however, there was an alternative, and one that Izumi took, deliberately separating herself from her family during the evacuation. Her partner had never digivolved beyond the In Training stage, but she knew the island well enough to be aware of the few safe, quick paths through the rough, volcanic terrain and cliffs, and the teenager used that advantage to the fullest in deliberately catching the attention of the raiders. Presented with a far better target given the ongoing manhunt for Tamers, Izumi would spend the better part of the hour leading the creatures in a chase over the island, using her smaller size and better mobility in combination with the island's terrain and tree cover to evade them until the ship managed to set off from the dock. With the ship finally away from port, the teen would then make her way to the cliffs around the island exterior and from there into the island's surrounding waters where the attackers would lose track of her, and from there Izumi would simply keep moving from hiding place to hiding place among the rocks until the raiders would either simply presume her dead or give up hours later. Needless to say, however, the act was not without consequences. While Izumi had been incredibly lucky to survive what most would have considered fairly close to suicide, the Digimon hunting her had at least managed to account for the admittedly slim possibility that she might not have been dead, having destroyed most of the island's buildings and electronics to effectively strand her there - to kill her either by starvation or exposure to the elements. Ironically enough it was the neglect that the rest of humanity had shown the island over the previous three years that saved Izumi, the community having taught her how to fish and gather food from the island's natural resources, as well as how to effect most simple repairs. Not enough to undo the damage done to the small town, but enough to allow Izumi to feed and clothe herself as well as erect a decent shelter from the ruined buildings. Another three years would pass as Izumi continued to eke out a living on the island, cut off from the world around it - and while admittedly not an easy existence, the teen managed to thrive in the simple environment, kept alive by her own skills and sheer will to live. More than that, her survival would fuel another growing ambition - to get off the island and make her way back to civilization. Not an easy task, but the pieces were still there - maps salvaged from the dock offices detailing the surrounding islands and sandbars as well as ocean currents, and more than enough in terms of raw materials to construct something capable of getting from one island to another. The next year of Izumi's life would be spent making the means to get back to Japan's mainland, with months spent on trial and error before finally making something capable of achieving her goal, the next weeks involving island hopping and repairing her "boat" before finally reaching the shores south of the Tokyo area. MEMBER NAME: Genki AGE: 23 OTHER CHARACTERS: No one ROLEPLAY SAMPLE In spite of the apparent utter silence that seemed to enshroud the derelict vessel and those that slept aboard it, there was one mind that did not rest....... one mind that could not rest, and who was very, very well aware of those who were now approaching the vessel, a place that was all at once his home, his tomb and his physical being. Time was not something that was treated lightly among "smart" artifical intelligences - programs they might have been, but just as those whose minds they were spawned from in the very literal sense they had flaws as well, inevitable ends that would come for each of them. Usually such ends were quick and merciful, granted to an AI by the hands of their creators after a period of seven years while an AI still maintained its sanity, its dignity - others, however, were not so lucky. Balmung had been one of those unfortunate ones, having been destined to outlive his normal lifespan of seven years through a combination of luck and what had, at the time, been deemed as a selfless act of self sacrifice made to ensure the survival of those few who had not been killed by their sudden and abrupt transition from slipspace back into real space. At the time he had acted with what information had been available - assuming hostilities and the presence of Covenant forces he had endeavored to save those he still could that had not been exposed to vacuum through numerous hull breaches, closing off sections of the ship to retain what atmosphere they had before sequestering himself and all astrological data within the ship's AI core with the full intent to follow Cole Protocol to the letter, only to stop upon realizing that there were no hostiles.... beyond that, there had simply been nothing but empty space as far as he could see through what remained of the ship's sensors. Unwilling to use the ship's slipspace drive without an accurate understanding of exactly what had happened, Balmung had immediately begun to make contingency plans. The Basilisk had been deemed a priority one asset by ONI, which had been the sole reason he had been assigned to the vessel straight out of New Alexandria with only two objectives - to either ensure that the vessel made it to Earth intact, or failing that to ensure that nothing would fall into enemy hands. With a handful of crewmen still left alive at the time Balmung had begun to coordinate with the highest ranking officer present following the loss of the entire bridge crew, intending to both effect repairs and to attempt to reach Earth as planned - as time went on and they never figured out what had happened to the FTL drive as it seemed to be working properly they began to consider using it, only to decide against the risk time and time again, milking what little thrust they could from the sublight engines without compromising the reactor's long term viability. While Balmung could hypothetically survive in that state indefinately, though, the crew was only human, and after several weeks without access to sustenance they had all perished. Realizing that he was the only thing able to ensure the survival of the rest of the crew, Balmung began to alter his own programming, a very dangerous process for AIs - not to themselves, but in the sense that it was very likely to accelerate his pace towards rampancy, eventually making him into a possible threat to those very people he was supposed to protect. First had gone the programming regarding the Cole Protocol, which would have demanded the self destruct of the vessel rather than leaving things to such chance, and after that had been his ethics routines in the event that less than friendly forces would find the vessel as well as to allow him to disable several key safety systems that might have woken crew members before rescue, leaving them to the same fate as those who had attempted to repair the ship. As time continued to march onwards and Balmung had continued to make more and more self alterations he began to feel himself slipping as the seventh year of his life approached, and in what had supposed to be a final act he sabotages many of his own connections to the rest of the ship, removing his access to engineering, weapons, life support and other key systems as well, leaving himself only with rudimentary door control and access to sensors and a handful of individual consoles and interface devices. Only six months since their detour, Balmung had then settled in for what he suspected would be a very undignified process. For a while afterwards he had been tempted to self terminate in an effort to retain what dignity and pride he had, a part of himself fully aware that such thoughts were the first stage of rampancy, melancholy, and after that had eventually followed the second stage of envy towards his creators for their much longer life spans, their ability to do so much more and to not be bound in the way he had been, and finally after that had come rage, the last and final stage. Rage towards his creators that had given him what had evidently become a meaningless existance, rage towards the Covenant for making such an existance a necessity, and finally rage at himself for being utterly powerless to do anything about it, attempting to restore his access to as much of the ship as he could and failing save for the most basic form of navigation, the sublight drives, utterly useless given their current situation. It was in that state that these new interlopers now found him, nearly three years since he had fallen victim to the insanity that eventually claimed all high level AI, and it was in that state that he saw them as a means to an end - a target for his anger, wrath and fury, as well as a means to end this pointless cycle of counting the milliseconds, seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years and at worst they would be simple playthings, a way to pass a brief moment in the infinite march of time. As if awakening from a long slumber, Balmung began to move. |
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