Hi, then! Happy to meet you! I was very active on citadel main about two or three years ago, playing a character named Naomi Reids, up until head-admin-and-relationship-partner Cebutris left and I got rather busy. More recently, I've been playing a number of characters on citadel RP now that I have a bit more time on my hands; namely two or three Prometheans, the latest and most notable of which being Ruby Cardinal.
As for a bit of backstory, I suppose I can try for something. Again, sorry if this is...
completely non-indicative of what the character actually turns out to be. Like I said, I tend to constantly workshop a character's personality as I create them in-game, and it tends to deviate from my original intention a fair bit usually. Ah, also, I hope you don't mind if I tell it as something close to a narrative.
"Tell me about yourself."
The greyscale... human? Human
oid, at least, looked up from her drink - a cold, clear drink mixed with a grey spice of some sort. To my surprise, just getting close to the cup gets me a bit nauseated; the smell tips it off as Euphoria; unnecessarily fancy, expensive, and alcoholic in equal measures. Though, there's something a bit off. The spice smells a bit metallic and talc-y. She must be as confident in liver as she is in her wallet, despite her plain clothes.
"Me, darling? Oh, I'm nothing too fantastic, really. I was a big part of that transorganic movement a while back, had a few modifications done..."
I interject, noting her very human appearance, if not for the fact that it was almost as if she had been forcibly drained of color.
"Nothing overt? I remember the movement being very... loud, about its beliefs."
I remember that movement better than I let on. It was like replacing your body with metal was a fashion trend rather than a medical treatment. I suppose technology tends to normalize things. Of course, I'm certainly not one to talk, with my trimmed and stamped metal arm showing off my participation as well.
"At first, I loved the aesthetic - I practically pioneered industrialist chic - but I wanted something a bit more... personal."
"I remember that being the biggest trend on Mars, actually. There was this one manufacturer... Hadaly Mechatronics, I think? Made a fortune off the style, selling biomechanics and synthetic bodies."
I pause for a moment, noticing the pale woman's expression. She continued to smile elegantly, though clearly was slightly tiring of this line of discussion. Her eyes with their outlined, white irises fall a little, her disinterest making itself known even if she hadn't intended it. I switch gears, so to pun, hoping not to bore her - she's quite pretty, and it's been a long time since I could talk with someone about my line of work.
"Ah- it's where I got my arm, is all. You said you wanted something more personal?"
She smiles at me, twirling a lock of white hair in a similarly white finger, giving a wink that made my heart either flutter or skip, and I can't tell which.
"You don't have to defend your interests from me, darling. I just tend to talk about Hadaly at work fairly often, and it gets tiring hearing it day and night."
She pauses, pressing closer a bit, her grey eyes peering into me. Grey...? I thought-
"But, yes, by personal... Do you know much about Nanotech research as of late?"
"Only that it's bleeding-edge and cripplingly expensive. NT has those NIF blocks, but I've heard even they're practically prohibitively expensive, and fairly buggy, too. Not something many want in their head."
Somewhere, a catboy gets shoved onto a table.
She looks up at me, giving a knowing, teasing smile. Did I fail some sort of test? I feel my cheeks go a bit red, my eyes darting away from her face, contemplating the frills on her shirt.
"Am I wrong...?"
"Not at all. I was looking into using nanotechnology to build a body... from scratch. Reconfigurable on the fly, anything I wanted it to be, to fit any fashion I felt at the time"
I giggle, the idea sounding like plain science fiction.
"A transorganic wet dream, though it sounds a bit out of my price range."
She smiles, leaning forwards and giving me a kiss on the head. The conversation distracted me, and she'd finished her drink, with nothing but a few iron filings sitting at the bottom of the glass. I blush, looking away - she really is beautiful, and the drinking and girl-talk at the sorority had no way of preparing me for this.
"Yeah, the kinda thing only some kind of trendy martian manufacturer would be able to afford."
I hear her leaving, but I'm too embarrassed after the kiss and making a fool of myself to follow. After a few minutes, I turn back towards my drink, taking a wistful sip before spotting a cardstock rectangle on the seat next to me.
June Hadaly, CEO
Hadaly Mechatronics
2983-29-15487
And, written below in some kind of strange, greyscale ink,
"Let's talk more later. I think you might like the selection of drinks I have at home."
I scramble for my communicator.
Hope this helps in the decision!
