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Edith Von Kessler

"There's nothing worse than watching your dreams fade into unbearable nightmares."

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a character in “Beyond The Sea”, as played by lizardheartstring

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{"Exploit, Exploiting, Exploited - the three words used to summarize the way of life down here.”}
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|{Full Name}|
Edith Abigail Von Kessler

|{Nickname}|
None, really. Some people call her Edi, but those people are good friends.

|{Age}|
26

|{Nationality}|
German

|{Sexuality}|
Pansexual

|{Occupation}|
Cinema Owner (famously known as a former laboratory worker.)

|{Group}|
Alterist




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|{Appearance}|
Edith is a 5'5'' woman who weighs 132 lbs and has long, brown hair that always falls in natural waves around her oval face. However, it's usually kept up in a tight or disheveled-looking bun, so nobody can really tell how textured it is. Her skin is one of those types that you can never really distinguish between an olive shade or a pale white color. It usually depends on the light she's in. The condition of her skin itself is smooth yet hard. She doesn't have too many blemishes, except for the scar that sits on her right forearm - clearly a stab wound. She's not a slim-fit beauty, but she's not the curviest kid on the block either. Nontheless, her figure barely concerns her - as long as she can fit into clothes in the morning, she's happy. Edith's catlike eyes are colored a hypnotic shade of light chestnut with green rings around her pupils. She hates her rosy pink lips, which are unusually large and frequently curled into an unattractive frown. Her blank facial expressions are usually paired with outfits that make her indistinguishable and the dictionary definition of common. With what she's been through, she's not one to flaunt. Despite this, her elegant voice, laced with a slight German accent, is one that everybody can remember.

|{Power}|
"Fireworks at her fingertips" as she calls it, Edith yields the power of Electrokinesis, the manipulation of electricity and lightning. She can produce blue sparks, as well as shocking bolts of energy that always seem to come in handy in the projection room at her cinema. She can also absorb electricity, but she can't store it anywhere - she must release it once she's grasped it. Edith takes Miracle Pills every day, so her powers are usually in fully-charged. However, without her daily dose, Edith cannot produce energy at all, and she is vulnerable to electric currents.

|{Likes}|
{ Remnants of her family and past in Germany || Cold rooms and climates || Jazz music (helps her concentrate) || Movies. All movies. || Science, chemistry in particular.(Her forte.) || Plays || Books || Intelligence || Math || The weekends || Holidays || Schnapps || Cigarettes (although she's trying to quit) }

|{Dislikes}|
{ Arrogance || Stupidity and Bigotry || The government || Danger || Sugarcoated concepts || Being followed || Sweat || Emotional situations || Miracle Pill addiction and victims || Stingy individuals || Laziness || Inequality || Dogs || Misogyny || Consumerism || Religious supremacy || Racism || No sunlight or fresh air - two things Atlantis lacks || Not getting work done || Computers compared to libraries || Cheesy romance novels }

|{Hobbies || Talents}|
Edith Von Kessler is most famously known for her achievements in chemistry, biology, and psychology. Although "retired" from the scientific field, she spends quite a bit of her free time working on experiments and inventions. She is currently looking for a cure to the Miracle Pill addiction, and is doing so under the radar of reporters and politicians alike. An accomplished author, she has written two books: The Importance of Ionic Compounds and The Inner Workings of the Intellectual Individual, a book commonly found in psychology classrooms. Edith is a movie buff, knowing every film title there is to know. After all, owning a cinema is her occupation, and so she has to be acquainted with the film industry. She's also a very good cook, and is known for her secret recipe for rasolnik - a delicious Russian soup.

|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
To radical Orphics, Edith is a moving target. She knows this, and tries to lay low whenever she is in public. Nowadays, she's become very paranoid and extremely distrusting. Apparently, she has a stockpile of weapons back at her apartment, but of course, she is not capable of using any of them. Edith's greatest fear is by far is losing those she loves, followed by accidentally condemning the innocent. With her terrible stubbornness, she knows she is prone to hurting others unintentionally, and worries about the next time she'll unknowingly commit intellectual genocide...

|{Secrets}|
Edith is responsible for the Miracle Pill crisis. Yes - she had a huge hand in creating them, and deeply regrets doing so. Although the idea wasn't hers, she's the one who put the hard work into the project and saw it through. Of course, her celebrity status in consequence to her scientific achievements isn't something she's very proud of. Especially since she's on the "most wanted" list of every radical Orphic out there.
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|{Personality}|
Both a saint and a cynic, Edith Von Kessler is an interesting personality with millions of secrets to her name. She's a woman of science first and foremost, believing that the power of the mind is far more superior than the power of status. Intelligent, detailed, and an extremely diligent worker, she has been called "a genderbent Albert Einstein" by reporters. When she wants something done, she will get it done, even if she has to use dangerous means. Her mother used to be incorrigibly stubborn as well, supporting the theory that apples do not fall far from their twisted trees. There is a part of her that has a certain disregard for the rules. She doesn't succumb to the fanatical, glitz and glamour culture of the city, and detests being polite to everyone she meets on the streets. Cold, cynical, brooding, sarcastic, and always feeling the need to handle situations in a mature fashion, she's not a bitch, but she certainly is something of an outsider to the ideal of optimism.

Still, she's not a bad person. Not at all. Despite being slightly opinionated, she's never believed in debates, as her curious mind is constantly looking for both sides to every situation. Edith is humble, repeatedly choosing to keep her head low instead of shoving the spotlight away from others. A supporter of Andrew Carnegie's philosphy, the "gospel of wealth", Von Kessler is always generously donating half of the profits she makes from her theater to charity, the homeless, and the less fortunate. She's always been driven to fix the broken, and Edith believes that charity is one way of handling the inevitable gap between the rich and the poor. She can be happy around loyal friends, and is prone to having a good time in unexpectedly adventurous situations. Even though she has a tendency to overthink everything, she is a human after all, and feels the same emotions as others her age.




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|{History}|
Edith's life started out as a bland one. She was born to two diffident farmers in the middle of the German countryside, her younger brother and scruffy tabby cat to keep her company. Edith found a passion for science at a very young age. It started as taking two freshly-grown vegetables and finding ways to mix them together in in the kitchen, and eventually evolved into doing the same thing, only vegetables replaced with chemicals, and the kitchen swapped out for her school's laboratory. Growing up in a poor family, Edith never took her education for granted, and managed to graduate with high honors in primary school. She did the same in secondary school, earning dozens of trophies and medals in chemistry and biology competitions as bonuses. Entering university, she participated in many ground-breaking experiments, and even managed to create an anti-aging hormone all by herself. It wasn't too long until the big blue and red letter came to her mailbox, inviting her into the magnificent city of Atlantis for her achievements.

Bringing her family on the submarine with her, Edith immigrated to the city in the sea when she was only nineteen years old. She willingly allowed herself to receive injections and surgery, gaining the power of electrokinesis in return for the short torture she went through. She got a career as a laboratory assistant, eventually working her way up to being one of the heads of staff. It was during her time at Atlantis's lab that she produced many new injections for several different pre-made powers, and eventually created the Miracle Pill. The latter was obviously a huge success in the city. Edith and her colleagues quickly gained fame, and she found herself in the comfy leather chairs of many different late-night talk shows and radio programs.

But of course, once she found out about the grotesque number of Miracle Pill users falling prey to addiction under the drug, her world turned upside down. Everything happened so fast. Riots initiated, no cures found, unwanted publicity...she even had to go through the torture of watching her whole family die due to her creation's unwanted consequences. And when that happened, her heart was drowned in so much regret, that she resigned from her career in science and settled down in a quiet little cinema instead. She knew she couldn't go back. After all, she felt as though she were Doctor Frankenstein having created an insanity-inducing monster. Far from journalists, far from colleagues, far from the place where she once called home. Edith sits in her cinema day after day, quietly waiting for the world to change.




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You hold your every breath – but life is for the living, in the water – you feel that you should run, but where are you to hide – in the water. Against the tide we struggle with the skin we’re in, the skin we’re in – against the tide we struggle - to keep our heads above the deep – and our hearts above the lie. You vow your life and blood – but this is not our home – in the water – our hope here’s never found – just try and keep your way – in the water. Who we are today – could never make amends for what we’ve one – tainted blood – his eyes are full of love – forgive them – release them.

|{Face Claim}
Emilia Clarke (Khaleesi. lol.)

Character Dialogue || #15317E


So begins...

Edith Von Kessler's Story

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~ January 15th, 8 pm. ~




ImageImage Tonight is a very special night. Perhaps the most special night if you don't count Christmas or New Years. January 15th is Conjoinment Day in Atlantis. That's the day when the surface dwellers first came down into the underwater city, connecting themselves with the seafarers, creating one indivisible population that still resides inside Atlantis's great protection today. Traditionally, the holiday is spent in great celebration. The Cabaret, Pub, and Casino are usually packed, and even on the streets, crowds of socialites are chatting and cheering. Everyone is dressed to the nines, whether they be dancing in the club or just chilling out at home. It's supposed to be a very peaceful, unified day full of fun and excitement. But during these times of segregation, revolution, and change, tradition may not last for too long...




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In only twelve more words, Macheath would finally be able to enjoy his evening.

He cleared his tired throat, lifting both of his trepidating hands high up into the air, the gushing waterfall of the scenic Sanctuary filtering into a turquoise pool close behind him. Like puppets, the congregation of elderly Orphics did the same, bowing their heads while remaining as silent as stones. It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Atlantis's Sanctuary was always like that, with or without people inside.

"Our ceremony has concluded. May you all leave in peace and fulfillment," he boomed, giving the crowd a blessing and a rapturous smile. As he folded his hands behind his tunic-clad back in a military fashion, the pack of people slowly regained their withered breath, laughing and whispering as they exited the tranquil garden. Some men and women stayed behind, greeting their neighbors and loved ones with content. Those people were few, however. Because after all, today was a holiday, and almost everyone had plans with friends and family after the ceremony. Mack was one of those people, but unlike others, his evening was to be spent away from the likes of familiar faces. He would enjoy Conjoinment Day by his lonesome, just how he wanted to. Exactly how he planned to.

"Hello, Father Mack," said a pudgy-faced girl that came up to about Macheath's knees. Her name was Suzy, and she was a curious little thing; always asking questions, always inquiring permission to pick the plethora of flowers that grew in the Sanctuary's green grass. Just like her mother when she had been a child many, many years ago. He beamed down at her, his cheeks blushing red. "Hello, little one. How are you?"

"Oh I'm good," she rambled. Suddenly, three men clad in battered black hoods came crashing through the door. Macheath's smile turned into a stern expression. "What are you doing today? Happy Conjoinment Day, by the way!"

He needed to think of a quick reply so that Suzy would be able to get out of the three men's way. "Er...um..." he stuttered, "Well, I may go to see my family. Maybe watch the parade passing by through the streets if I have enough time. I hope you have a wonderful Conjoinment Day as well, Suzy. I'll talk to you again soon, my darling."


With that, he glided past her, swiftly approaching the men. His irises grew black and intense. Macheath always had the talent of communicating exactly what he wanted to say to others just through the look of his two hooded eyes, and right now, he was telling these menacing men to keep quiet until everyone had left the Sanctuary. Finally, Suzy and her parents exited through the twin doors. As soon as they did, Macheath locked them, and crossed his arms while leaning against their cool glass surfaces.

"I'm assuming the three of you have come to tell me that the job is done?" he asked in a bellicose voice that didn't sound like his own. Two of them nodded, while the third just scoffed and crossed his arms in a similar fashion.

"Of course the job is done," he said crossly, "We just came to make sure that you've done your share of the deal."

Macheath sighed, "Yes, it's hidden in the back. I've told my garden tenders to take the night off, so I can assure you that everything will run smoothly. As long as everyone else doesn't screw up their tasks, we'll all be having a very happy Conjoinment Day."

"And the weed?" asked the tallest man, his voice raspy and decayed, perhaps due to his overconsumption of alcohol. Mack sighed a second time. "And the weed will be taken care of as soon as you three gentlemen bid me farewell."

They nodded. Macheath held open the two doors for them, and they swiftly made their escape.

"Don't fuck anything up, old man," said the last one through. Macheath just smirked.

"Have I ever?"

As soon as the doors closed, Macheath sprang into action. In a back room far from the waterfall's spring, he hastily threw his ceremonial garbs onto the office table, revealing a sharp black suit that had the faintest scent of rosemary. He bolted out into the garden, darting left and right as he picked sprouts of infamous Miracle Weed - the herb that kept Orphics alive and addicted Alterists insane. For all of its trouble, it really wasn't that much of a plant. Its sage-colored leaves were crisp and cruncy, but not glossy or stand-outish in the slightest. It was what it was - a stupid weed that shouldn't even exist.

He tucked six sprouts of the plant into his suit pockets, while the rest of the patches he left untouched. He then placed a pinstriped fedora over his greying hair and wrapped a wool scarf around his thin neck to keep it warm. He exited the Sanctuary, locked its doors, and made his way out onto the streets.

Normally, when he exited the Sanctuary, Mack worried about the lockpickers that would attempt to break into the sacred place in order to smuggle crates of the Miracle Weed that grew on the garden's premises. But tonight, he smiled in excitement, because for the first time in a long time, he wouldn't have to worry any longer.




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In a blue denim jumpsuit and a tawny brown cap that completely hid her wavy chestnut hair, a young woman in her late twenties climbed up a ladder, a bucket handle grasped between her strong fingers. She was about to change the letters of the movie title gracing the front sign of her fabulous cinema, as it was almost closing time. Not that her theater always closed at eight; today was just a very special occasion.

While she threw the letters of "Two Worlds Collide" onto the ground, Edith thought about how she would be spending Conjoinment Day. Normally, she would be enjoying a glass of wine at her parents' house with their charismatic friends, but now that her whole family had been wiped out, she had absolutely nothing on her agenda. Nothing except for a lousy interview that she had to attend for an Atlantian magazine called Women Workers Weekly. It was one of those feminist journals for fifty-or-something-year-old women that showcased many independent ladies in the city and how they made a living. The reporter, Agatha, had called Edith last week, and the young girl had reluctantly scheduled the interview at the cabaret, where Agatha had promised to treat her while she asked a multitude of questions. Of course, Agatha had called her by her infamous fake name, Sally O'Leary, the name that kept Edith's identity and dignity a secret.

The words on the marquee had now changed to "The Amazing Mr. X", the film that would be playing on the small movie palace's screen starting tomorrow morning. Von Kessler hastily slid down the ladder, and entered inside her establishment.

When she sauntered inside the auditorium, she could still hear sounds of the movie currently playing in the theater. Two Worlds Collide was an old film made during the 1940's. It was a drama documenting the encounter of the Germans and the Atlantians as they joined together for the first time. Edith didn't really have a choice in showing anything else on this day every year. Especially this year. It was as though the government was so desperate for tranquility between the Alterists and Orphics, that they were pathetically using the same old black and white motion picture as propaganda to advocate peace.

In her apartment upstairs, Edith quickly got changed into her mother's old red frock, putting on some fishnet stockings and classy black pumps to go with it. She fixed up the elegant bun pinned to the back of her head, and coated her eyes and lips with mascara and red gloss. She was stunning, just like a classic movie star. Although, she was far from the most extravagantly dressed woman in Atlantis. Through her window, she could see some women walk casually down the street, draped in what appeared to be expensive full-length ball gowns. She scoffed at them. Never in a million years could she picture herself wearing such boisterous pieces of clothing.

Grabbing a tiny black handbag, Edith charged out of the cinema, her eyes glued to the ground. She glanced to her side, watching numerous multicolored fish swim gleefully through the ocean waters, just outside of the giant glass walls that kept the other civilians alive and supplied with oxygen.

Crisscrossing many street corners and climbing up many flights of stairs, Edith leaned her back against the cabaret's exterior, waiting for Agatha to arrive in all of her journalist glory. She waited five minutes, then twenty minutes. Thirty minutes later, and Edith had grown tired, a cigarette dangling between her abnormally large lips.

"Schiesse!" she cursed under her breath. Either this woman had forgotten about their date, or she was running so late, that even a turtle would have reached where Von Kessler was standing faster than her. Edith groaned. She had gotten all dressed up for absolutely nothing. So much for supporting the cause of independent women workers.

Either she'd reluctantly have to make an appearance inside the cabaret, spending the money she had saved up for Agatha, or return back to her apartment, where she'd spend the night in remorse. The choice, in all honesty, wasn't really that easy to make.