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Circe Marks

"Life. Death. What does it matter? They don't affect me"

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a character in “Songs of a Restless City”, originally authored by Ever, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: "C.C 2.62019" is her technical name but she chooses to be called Circe.
Age: 18
Class: Gunslinger
Magical Ability: Bioorganic
Appearance: Image

Clothing: Typically what is seen in the picture. Her clothes consist of a string bikini top under a black cloak-jacket. The jacket has a white stripe running along the length of each of her sleeves and has a white star design on the front (left side) and back. She also wears a pair of tight-fitting shorts, gloves, and black knee-high boots. The less clothes constricting your movements, the better.
Main Weapon: Revolver (see picture)
Main Gadget: Upgrader.
Backstory: Circe was one of the first few Biooragnic creations to ever see the planet's surface. While her creation was intentional, her freedom, however, was not. She gladly tells the story of her beginning, her "birth", but will always skip over the gruesome and horrific part of her story of when she first escaped the facility in which she was brought into existence. Once she gained a sense of reality, in a rash attempt, carried out a plan to escape her fate. Clothed in nothing but a hospital gown, she managed to hitch a free ride due to the pity of the conductor on a train that was going south; to the main city. A few miles before reaching the city's limit, unfortunately, the train was held up by 2 gunmen. When they demanded money, everyone quickly handed it over, but Circe, being as new to the strange ways of humans, was clueless to what this foreign object called "money" was. Agitated with her, one of the men shot a bullet through her chest without a second thought. It was upon this incident that Circe realized that death could not affect her, that she wasn't truly alive. Something in her body triggered and she blacked out. When she had finally awoken, everyone on the train was dead with their blood splattered everywhere... mainly on Circe. Somewhere along the long, winding road called "History", Circe was taken in by a old man, a retired mercenary, and was taught how to fight and how to get work. Ever since then, she's been following her wealthy customer's blood thirsty demand for a head and life of others.
Themesong: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0M5D5OA-d4 You're Going Down -Sick Puppies

So begins...

Circe Marks's Story

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Character Portrait: Alois Danube Snatch Character Portrait: Mr.Shadowfax Character Portrait: Carson Wells Character Portrait: Circe Marks
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Alois Danube Snatch


The all-powerful king of The City called Dark sat upon his throne - a modest, black-leather office chair; estimated at over two thousand dollars. Outside of his window, the entirety of Upper City stretched out before him, glistening in the moonlight. He sipped the champagne - roughly five thousand dollars in a single glass - and sighed softly, resting his chin on his knuckles "A dreary night, Mr.Shadowfax." He smiled lazily.

Mr.Shadowfax

The phantom of the night entered the room, seeming to step from shadow itself, and knelt in front of Alois Scratch's desk, staring at the floor. "A dreadful boring one, sir" The empty, lifeless voice that was a result of filtering said monotonously. "There is uprising in the bowels, sir. I've sent for mercenaries. would you like to meet them?"

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Mr.Shadowfax


The oak doors opened to reveal the alabaster-skinned girl. "May I present Circe Marks. She's a renowned Gunslinger and, well..." The phantom walked over, silent as death, and rapped her girl on the cheek, making the biomechanics in her clink. "she's a cyborg. Marks trained her - hence the name. She's completely grade-A. Cheap too, though that shouldn't matter for you."

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Alois turned and smiled softly at the beautiful work of art before him, swishing the champagne in his mouth back and forth in thought. His eyes darted from Circe to Mr.Shadowfax. "Please tell me that this piece of shit pile of machinery isn't the only thing you have for me."
A sadistic grin played across his face as he said this, knowing that it would offend the poor girl. Alois kicked his feet up on the desk and leaned back. His Poleaxe rested between the cyborg and he, a subtle warning that she shouldn't try anything.

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Mr.Shadowfax


The phantom shut the oak doors behind him as he stepped out of the office, the mask on his face conforming its mouth to a grin. "You'll be the next one to enter, Mr.Wells. Right after the robot gets put in her place" The insubstantial man sat beside Wells, sighing softly. "Chances are that he's going to split you two up, you know. It makes sense. Don't put freethinkers together." The man's eyes fell upon Carson's. "Are you a freethinker, Carson?"

Snatch


Alois Snatch leaned forward and gently put a finger upon the gleaming Poleaxe. Suddenly, every joint in Circe's body locked up, filling her artificial nervous system with agonizing pain. It shook her systems, getting into every nook and cranny of her body. He stood slowly as the pain pulsed through her. It was as if the finger of god was pushing her into the lush carpet below her. "A mechanical. Pile. Of. Shit. Repeat that."

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Snatch


The man's pinkie twitched, and boils erupted from every pore on the cyborg's body - something that should not be possible. Small insects swam in the pus inside each boil, rubbing against the sensitive, nerve-ridden inner skin. Some of them swam down into the depths and bit at her false muscles, ripping and tearing. "I want you to tell me what you are. Say you are a mechanical pile of shit" He grinned madly, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "Do it, and I'll let you live."

Mr.Shadowfax


"Hopefully you'll be placed with me. You don't want to spend too much time with Mr.Snatch. He... gets a little bored sometimes. Bad things happen." The man shifted away slightly, a little too fluid and delicate. His entire body seemed like water, there but not at the same time, and the pitch black clothing gave the appearance of a living shadow. "It's bad to be a freethinker up here, Mr.Wells."

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The man twitched his middle finger and the cyborg slammed into the wall, pinned there by an unrelenting force. Her boils - and the things residing in them - dissolved into nothingness, leaving behind her flawless complexion. He grabbed his poleaxe and walked over to her, Running his fingers across her cheek before smacking her once. "That's a good little calculator." Suddenly, she was dropped onto the floor. "Now get out of here. I'll contact you when I need you" He kicked her in the ribs, shoving her toward the door.




Mr.Shadowfax


Mr.Shadowfax gestured to the door. "In a few minutes that door will open. Yes sir, no sir your way through the conversation and you won't wind up like the bot. You'll see what I mean when she comes out." The living shadow stood and started to walk away. "I'll be seeing you soon."

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An alien but wonderful sight greeted Circe when she stepped into the tiny apartment she called home. Upon the metal table sat a vase filled with water as pure as crystal. Twelve slender, green stems shot out of the water like pillars of some ancient forest, topped with blood red roses. The thorns of the roses were all perfectly jagged, like the teeth on a saw, and the leaves were the richest green imaginable. There was a card just beneath the base of the vase, and her name was inscribed upon it in bright gold calligraphy - actual gold plating, not just colored ink. Alois Danube Snatch did, in fact, have more money than God.






As the city called Dark aged another day, with the turning of time and the ending of the solar cycle, the sun dipped below the far off smokestacks of restless power plants. Clouds of poisonous rain gathered over head as the marred moon came into view, the various mining operations upon its surface visible by the scars that cast no light. Slowly, the noise of traffic died down and the upper city came to a rest. In only a few hours, the top of the world resembled nothing more than a gilded ghost town of old. Silently, new figures - rejected by the light of day - crept from the monasteries which they had paid for. Their faces were cloaked in macabre masks of tormented faces; wearing the guise of sinners. In unison, the mothers of solas began to sing their banshee song and move from door to door, ready to send any who opened up for them to meet their lord.

Roughly an hour after night had fallen, a mother of solas made to knock on the tiny apartment door of Mister Shadowfax and Carson Wells, then thought better of it and moved along.