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. Richard Madden - [ Soren Cassel ] [ 26 ] [ Human Male ]
. Michael Malarkey - [ Novak Ellis ] [ 25 ] [ Human Male ] WIP
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Soren Elijah Cassel
▬▬▬▬▬▬ { “ Tʜᴇ Sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ʀᴇᴘᴀɪʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ Mᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇs ” } ▬▬▬▬▬▬.
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➳ {{Nickname:
|♟| Soar, Eli, Syren
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➳{{Age:
|♟| Twenty Six - 26
➳ {{Gender:
|♟|| Male - Pansexual
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➳{{Class:
|♟| Lower class Human - Augmented
|♟| Criminal - ID: 86304
"Sᴏ, ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ Tᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ Fʟᴇsʜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ Sᴋɪɴ, ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴀɪʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀs."
➳ {{Reputation:
|♟|➥ Lower Class. Criminal, Loyal.
➳ Soren is firmly trapped among lowest rungs of society, lacking the pedigree and connections of the wealthy to ever move up the ladder. However, he is not bothered by this fact and rather thrives in the dark shadows that the elite cast. There is always a way to make money, or to get the things someone wants, if your willing to get your hands dirty, and Soren is. Joining the criminal ranks was the only way to survive for a young boy on this own like Soren. He learned quickly that he had to steal whatever wasn't tied down, lest he wanted to starve. He received his ID number at the age of 10 after being caught apart of a crime ring that was selling hack codes on old world flash disks and selling kidnapped androids to be reprogrammed at the fighting rings. Despite being little better then a street urchin, Soren is extremely loyal to those he deems worthy of it, although he rarely does.
➳{{Extra:
|♟| While Soren is a generally private person, there is one secret he has never shared with anyone before, and rarely even with himself. He has an absolute love of painting. It started when he was a young child in which his only home was the walls of alleyways forever painted with the lights of neon signs. He marveled at the ways the colors danced upon the broken and crumbling surface, telling stories without shape. Soren was around seven when he stuck his hand into a mud pit for the first time and used the dark soil to draw small pictures on the wall of the alley. The only paint he could ever dream to afford. Eventually he found other makeshift colors and his love for the craft only grew. However, ever since his augmentation, Soren lost the drive to pick up a paintbrush, leaving a hole in his being which he tried to fill with all matter of illicit things..
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" Iᴛ's ᴏᴋᴀʏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ - ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏxʏɢᴇɴ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇsᴛ "
➳{{History:▬▬ {" Tʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪs sʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ I sᴇᴇ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ. "} ▬▬
Soren was born on a cold January night, in a rundown one bedroom apartment, high above the never sleeping streets, thin fabric curtains unable to hinder the neon lights of the city painting the walls of the room in bright technicolor. His mother, Aura, a young girl of only nineteen, was alone as she gave birth to the curly haired boy, whose father ran at the first mention of Soren's existence many months before. As the little boy's first cries reverberated off the walls, a flock of birds were scattered into the night sky which gave the child his namesake as his mother uttered her wish for her child, "I hope you soar far away from here one day, Soren".
The first few years of Soren's life were good, too young to know everything he was lacking, not understanding that most children didn't go to bed often hungry or didn't squat in a new house every few nights. For every material thing Soren lacked, his mother made up for in love. For a time, Soren was truly happy, which made it all that much worst when it was torn from his grasp.
Soren was nearing the age of six when was allowed to stray farther away from his mother in the darken alleyways of the underground. While it wasn't a place for children, many seemed to litter its dangerous streets. Soren used his small size and quick feet to his advantage, he was like a ghost stealing various things like scrap metal and food, anything he could find to help his mother. It was late into the sweltering summer months as the days neared his mother's birthday and Soren vowed he was going to scavenge something extra special as a gift. He started staying out long past curfew to collect the things he needed, a coil of wire here, a hunk of metal there. It took the young boy over a week to finally find all the parts he needed to make the gift and he spent the next two weeks building. Eventually he had a small and crude mechanical bird that could be wound up to flutter tiny wings, the movement wasn't exactly graceful, and tended to stick in place if wounded too tightly, but Soren was proud of his creation and hoped his mother would like it.
The night of Aura's birthday came and Soren was running late to return to the small rundown house the duo found earlier in the week to live in for a time. Soren was hanging around a food stall that served baked goods often, waiting for the time when they would toss out any of the leftover food. Once the owner's back was turned, Soren snatched a small chocolate cupcake from a tray before running off. In the time it took Soar to assemble his gift be didn't notice how his mother was coming home later and later every night, nor the fatigue that seemed to weigh down her frame, the ghost of bruises appearing from their hiding spots under loose clothing. Yelling and shouts were a common backdrop of the streets, and Soren learned at a young age to just tune them out, however as he was climbing the back fence of his home, he heard a sound that shook him to his core, his mother screaming. Soren ran as fast as his short legs could take him, scrambling up a flight of stairs to his mother's bedroom when he heard a loud crack followed by the stench of gunpowder. As he pushed in the half open door, Soren saw a large figure standing over his mother as she clutched her side, a red stain creeping across the ragged clothes she wore. At this interruption, the figure which. was covered head to toe, shoved Soren aside and rushed from the room. Soren scrambled to his mother's side in an attempt to save her, but the girl knew there was nothing to be done. She used the remaining reserve of her strength to pull her son in close. Tears further staining Aura's clothes, eventually mixing with the red that covered a large section of the fabric, shifting the color into a strange shade of pink, the cake and the bird long forgotten on the floor.
Soren spent the next five years alone, finding the darkest corners of the city to hide, not exactly living, but surviving nonetheless. Although there were nights he wished he hadn't. He spent the first years trying to track down the figure who killed his mother but the trail quickly went cold. He had learned that his mother had involved herself in some kind of drug trafficking ring but Soren never found the name of the person who pulled the trigger. It was during this time of perpetual loneliness that Soren learned about his love for painting and the his eye for color. He loved the way the neon lights of the city shifted and changed against the backdrop of the city and told stories in shades and hues only. One day he tried to add shape to the color and drew with mud on the wall, his first drawing was rudimentary and lopsided but slowly, night after night of practicing, he honed his skills that much more until the things he saw inside his head could be realised. Soren rarely spoke to anyone during those years, his only companion being a small mechanical bird and whatever he could paint across the crumbling walls.
It was impossible to make it on the streets without bending the rules slightly. Soren received his ID number at the age of 10 after being caught apart of a crime ring that was selling virus hack codes on old world flash disks, simply named Charge, that at first cause an euphoric feeling in androids and, if downloaded in excess, hacks and changes their AI, leaving a backdoor open for reprogramming. This first known android drug was used to kidnap unsuspecting androids to resell at a higher price or to toss into the fighting pits to make a quick buck before scraping all the valuable parts. Soren's job first was acting as a runner, taking the flash drives to the buyers without being seen and returning with payment. However, as he got older, he began helping with the tech, developing the code to be more efficient and less detectable. While never the top dog of the operation, Soren was vital in Charge's creation and distribution. The small crime ring, which began to call themselves Alter, started raking in the cash and quickly the rumors of missing androids filled the city, bringing the heat of government down on them. A bounty was place on the head of every member of the group, even just the barest of scrap information about the group would make a man wealthy beyond belief. Soren, now in his late teens, had finally found a family that cared about him in Alter and spent months on the run with them. They would change headquarters weekly, trusted no one, and encrypted everything, but were eventually found. The attack on the group happened in broad daylight with no care for civilians. A simple bomb tossed into the warehouse, directly at Soren's feet.
After the initial flash of overwhelming heat, Soren didn't remember much as his world quickly went dark, a vague memory of arms pulling him from the rubble stuck somewhere in the back of his mind before the rush of searing pain from his right leg shut off his brain. It was days before he awoke to the bright lights of an underground hospital, a strange feeling stuck in his chest. Trying to sit up dislodged the thin blanket that was covering his lower half, and among the mass of scars, unveiled the reason for the intense pain he felt during the attack. His leg was gone, replaced with medium tier prosthetic, the shiny metal reflecting Soren's ghost white face back at him, one green iris replaced with one that was slightly too dark but with a mere thought, gave off a slight glow, like a cat caught in headlights. Leo, one of Alter's last members sat at his bedside and broke the news of everything they had done to save him. The burns covering his arms were easy enough to fix with a cosmetic augmentation typically used for the faces of aging wealthy women, a type of synthetic skin that didn't bother Soren too much, his vanity was never an issue with him. But it was the strange feeling in his chest that devastated him most. A piece of shrapnel had lodged in his heart, requiring an intensive augmentation to repair.
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"Oғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇs I'ᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ, " I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ " ᴡᴀs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴍʏ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ.".
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✘ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ; Richard Madden.
♟ Fᴏʀᴍᴀᴛᴛɪɴɢ ; War*
✘ Cʀᴇᴅɪᴛ ; Pictures goes to their original owners
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Hey not sure where to post this but I was wondering if you would want to do another RP with me??? I have my darling boy Ruin who I am excited about Rping with if you want to make a girl for him or something?
I'm totally down to work out another rp. Although I'm completely terrible at rp'ing girls and only do males because of it.
maybe we can work some drama out with our boi's or something?
Sweets! Interesting, I never saw a difference between Rping as male or Female other then writing 'he said' instead of 'she said' but that fine I'm down for mostly anything with my unofficial owner unintentional leader. we could get a cute lil bromance with someone maybe even give Ruin a 'apprentice' or built a little brotherly kinda relationship or something.
If we do want an actual romance I could write up my darling lab brat mechanic but I'm fine with anything :-)
ohh the Soren helping Ruin out with the fights could be interesting. Maybe it goes well for a time, but then drama happens when they each find out the other's secrets. Soar finding out Ruin's a runaway android. Ruin learns that Soren used to work for a crime ring that kidnapped androids for nefarious purposes.
Maybe Ruin eventually turns Syren to the androids' side and gets him to help break the Ai programming to free them. Like an underground android railroad?
Or lol, I have another charrie in the works too.
Just some ideas lol, I'm down for anything as well.
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▬▬ {" Eᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪs ʙᴏʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ, ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴏʀ ʙʟɪɴᴅ. "} ▬▬
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