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Clockwork

"De duobus malis, minus est semper eligendum."

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a character in “A Gifted World”, as played by Miss Echo

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Full Name: Caroline Morgan Pelacour

Nicknames/Aliases: Clockwork, Clocky, Doll Girl

Age: 7

Gender: Female

Gift: Advanced Healing, Resurrection


Loyalty: Previously Liberty as the Healing Departmentā€™s Councillor, now Wanderer


Description: ā€œUniqueā€ would be a kind word to use to describe Clockworkā€™s appearance, and ā€œcreepyā€ less so. In spite of being a child, she lacks the sweet, innocent look many carry, instead appearing eerily artificial- tending to wear little to no expression. Her eyes are an unnatural shade of purple and often appear glassy, dead, and her skin is almost porcelain in nature. Black hair falls to her back in ringlets, and her wardrobe choice only adds to the doll-like effect; Victorian era type gowns and headgear, typically made up of darker colors.

Personality: Tying in with her off-putting looks is her personality. In spite of having turned seven only a short while ago, sheā€™s extremely cynical and far too mature for her age, acting as if she were an elderly woman instead of a young girl. She speaks in a monotone, hardly smiling at all, and speaks to others twice her age as if they were children. In spite of this oddness, however, Clockwork is genuinely kindhearted, willing to heal any wounded and feeling great guilt if she fails, and, although she has difficulty with being social, makes an effort to soothe those who need it.


Skills: Due to her heritage, Clockwork is an exceedingly talented healer in spite of her age; capable of bringing a fresh corpse back from the dead, restoring youth, and healing many varieties of physical damage, although the first two feats cause her to pass out for quite some time as she regains her energy. Clockwork can also unconsciously turn her abilities on herself, having brought herself back from the dead in the past, and, on a less impressive note, heal minor scrapes and cuts. She is also learning how to bake from her adoptive father, although she is still no expert.

Weaknesses:For all of her healing prowess, Clockwork is still a child, and can be easily overpowered by anyone with at least a few feet over her. She also has no offensive Gifts whatsoever, nor any sort of training, meaning that sheā€™s utterly helpless in any sort of fight. In addition, Soren and Percival take main priority over the others, meaning that when faced with a choice, she will go to them in favor of other, strategic members of the group.


Brief History: Born as a result of one Project Clockwork, in which the combined genes of two powerful healers- Speaker Phoenix, and now-Councillor Mithera- were used to create a child. Upon Clockworkā€™s birth, the makers of the project forged a link between her and Soren, creating a permanent chain of energy and thoughts. It was through this that she quickly developed her current level of maturity, as well as a cynical nature that came with learning about such things so early.

Nevertheless, Clockwork came to dearly love her family, although she never quite felt an attachment to the faction which gave her life. This did not stop her from becoming the Successor of the previous Healing Councillor, however, or stop her from taking the position in hopes of making a difference.

On the day of the Liberty attack, both she and her siblings were killed at the hands of Dutch Dalton. However, due to her Gift, she managed to bring herself back to life, as well as her brother; she was unable to reach Indigo before she succumbed to a severe loss of energy. In spite of that event, she currently resides with the Wanderers and her surviving family- although that does not stop her from being bitter towards a certain greaser.




Other:
  • Clockwork has a large sweet tooth, especially in regards to macarons.
  • Rarely, if ever, is she referred to as ā€œCarolineā€.
  • Like Soren, she greatly enjoys reading, although she prefers more macabre works than not.
  • Is typically found with Soren.

So begins...

Clockwork's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Lulu Botrelle Character Portrait: Rick Ronin Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Clockwork
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  1. I can edit the last part about the round being defective if you want Muffin. I put it in there because I thought you'd enjoy playing with that.

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An explosion rocked the library but more specifically, Rick. A sniper round arched at him from an unseen location. The explosion went off allowing the bulletā€™s innards to come spraying out. Foam covered small portions of Rickā€™s right arm and chest. Rick threw himself down on instinct. A second bullet grazed Rickā€™s forehead as he was falling. Rickā€™s head whipped back in the direction the bullet was going. Rick hit the table and rolled onto the floor. A line of blood ran down his face onto the floor.

Rick was down.

The world around him spun, darkness became light and vice versa. A dream convinced Rick that he was awake. Everyone around him was dressed up in fancy clothes wearing the finest large puffy hats money could buy. Everyoneā€™s pinkies were out as they delicately sipped their tea. Rick noticed that all of their pinkies were pointed at him. He looked down, a cup of tea in front of him on the tiny plastic table. Rick looked up, Clockwork stood right in front of him replacing the table. The two of them were all alone with darkness surrounding them. A lone spotlight illuminated the pair. She starred at him with an emotionless face. She pointed at him. The teacup was in his hand. A moment of hesitation before Rick lifted the delicate cup to his lips. He drank the liquid.

The library came into view, he was alive. The bullet hit Rick a fraction of a second too late for a perfect headshot, one that wouldā€™ve surely killed him. Rick wasnā€™t aware that it was a depleted uranium round or even what that would mean for him if it penetrated his skull. As at stood now, the shot he took to the head was plenty painful and debilitating. The foam it sprayed was on him.

No desire to move nor did he feel like he could. He knew he was in trouble. Sure he knew it all along but it was actually happening now. It was different. The reality of going through a situation where you were most likely to die is very surreal.

His legs were shut down, his head was pounding, and his enemies were coming for him. All of his hopes were dashed. Rick didnā€™t even realize that the foam was growing, feeding off his skin cells to produce more of itself.

Getting killed as easily as this it was unimaginable to Rick. Itā€™s so easy for them. That canā€™t be right.

ā€œSOLDIER! Get your ass in the game soldier!ā€ Rickā€™s Sergeant shouted in Rickā€™s ear. He looked around the battlefield, monsters the size of wolves ripped into the USA uniformed soldiers. Conventional gun fire was bouncing off them like pebbles off of concrete.

ā€œSoldier! We need your lightning power! Electrocute those fucks! Itā€™s the only way to kill those fucks!ā€ the Sergeant yelled again.

Rick adjusted his green helmet, his uniform was covered in grass stains. The wife would surely make him clean his uniform this time. The field of green had stains of red spreading at a quick pace.

ā€œSOLDIER! Your head is up your ass AGAIN! Fucking kill these fucks!ā€

Back in the real world Rick lay on the ground his eyes staring blankly. ā€œI canā€™t. Iā€¦loā€¦jussā€¦tā€¦canā€™t,ā€ he muttered.

ā€œRickā€¦ā€ the Sergeantā€™s eyes just looked into Rickā€™s with overwhelming disappointment. A monster cleaved through his body in a single swipe. The monster took a moment to devour the remains of the Sergeant before turning its sights on Rick. The whole squad was dead, the monsters greedily looked at Rick, slime dripping off them. They slowly encroached Rick. Rick pointed his hand at them. The monsters leaped at him turning his vision totally black.

Light. It emerged painting a picture of a mostly empty library. Rickā€™s hand was out as a call rang in his ears, ā€œWe need your lightning power!ā€ Images of his squad getting killed flashed in his eyes. His hand was out, pointing palm out. The foam continued to grow picking up its pace. Some of the foam had already hardened to a rock like state.

ā€˜Lightning is when a surplus of charges, positive or negative, gets equalized by a spark of electricity,ā€™ he mentally paraphrased. ā€˜I canā€™t do that? Unlessā€¦ā€™ Rick focused on the air around his outstretched hand. Rick focused on changing the properties of the air, trying to give it positive charges.

Rick searched his senses trying to feel for any change in the air around his palm. Nothing. He focused harder to change the charges in that air. To create electrical charges by filling it with an overload of positive charges. Nothing. Still he held his hand out focusing on positive charges.

He had nothing left to lose. If it worked then maybe, just maybe he could put up a decent fight. If he was even luckier, he might be able to kill one or more of the Erubesco Knights. That would beā€¦bitter sweet. So was his next thought, ā€˜Maybe I could live through this fight.ā€™ The foam covered Rickā€™s head, face, his chest, and his outstretched hand hardening essentially freezing him in place. The foam was supposed to cover Rickā€™s entire body but his entire lower body was completely untouched by the foam plus one of Rickā€™s arms was free. It seemed like it was a faulty round, perhaps given out as a prank or as payback of sorts.