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Yuri Capra

"i'm still alive- and i want that to mean something."

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a character in “Neon Streets”, as played by rubytuesday

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"power has been cried by those stronger than me, straight into the face
that tells you to 'rattle your chains if you love bein' free'"

just paste the quote here tbh-hozier

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i d e n t i t y

xxxxx|| Name || Eurydice Sienne Capra
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xxxxx|| Nicknames || Yuri / by anyone and everyone
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xxxxx|| Gender || (cis)woman
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xxxxx|| Age || twenty eight
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xxxxx|| Birthday || December 6th
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xxxxx|| Sexuality || bisexual , biromantic
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xxxxx|| Composition || human (cyborg)
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|| Height || 5'7"
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|| Hair Color || black-brown
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|| Eye Color || dark brown
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|| Description || its common and relatively affordable nowadays to laser away scars and marks, but nonetheless, she opts against it. There are mars here and there, evidence of past mishaps and mistakes sprinkled across her skin. Memories she enjoys returning to in beats of nostalgia for a time less urgent, less intense. The scars also work to remind of her humanity, as otherwise it could be easy to get swept up in the media's deification of her. Even without them, her face, with all its angles and strength, is memorable. So too the hair that frames it, wandering down past her shoulders in in near-black braids. Her frame is a skinny one, one that inspired nicknames like 'birdy' and 'twigs' in her childhood, and now only succeeds in making her appear deceivingly light. Guesses would be inaccurate nowadays, what with the tech that now replaces her right arm, both legs, and the lower half of her spine. With her renown, she received enough sponsorship from generous strangers to receive high-quality prosthetics, so few can discern her prosthetics without prior awareness.

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p e r s o n a l i t y

playing with her classmates as a child, she always bit back at the boys who tried to force her into the role of princess, captive, damsel-in-distress. toy sword turned to steel in her hand, the box pulled over her head, complete with eye-holes, became a shining helmet. Her squeals of delight turned to battle cries, and it soon became known that she was far more suited to heroic quests and chain-mail than to silken gowns and tower prisons.

even as young as she was then, it was not the thought of being perceived as "feminine" that perturbed her- it was the notion of rescue, of needing saving. She wanted to be the one climbing the tower, not being imprisoned within it. The one slaying the dragon, not being abducted by it. She's changed a lot since her days of play-fights and nap-times, but that aspect of her character has proven a constant.

this trait shows itself in her fearsome wilfulness. She is tenacious in her behaviour, and can seldom bring herself to give up on things to which she has already dedicated herself. Her heart is a staunch thing, tenacious in its loyalty to what it cares for, and what it wants. Her resolute nature bleeds into rebellion, revealing a certain disregard for rules and regulations when made to choose between that or her morals. She is a firm believer that the law is not always just, and thus acts more in accordance to her own moral compass than the statutes that are intended to dictate society.

much like the hero she used to play as a child, Yuri is fiercely justice-driven. She lives strictly by her morals, and jumps to the defence of others (it's the knight in her... that knight of her childhood, begging to swing his sword again) with little restraint. Her sharp wit funds a clever humour, and her dedication to social change far from pushes her to a state of solemnity. Her intelligence both plays into her top marks back in school, and into the street smarts that have helped her to survive in an unforgiving world.

she's impatient all too often, both with things and with people. she functions around an internal clock that she often forgets that the rest of the world does not inherently adhere to, particularly when pursuing a lead. she sometimes wonders if her job as become her, and if she has lost her identity beyond the exposes and articles. she struggles with the thought, as her sense of pride for her work, and her belief in what she does has cost her many things, and yet she knows that they have been prices worth paying. but nonetheless, she reminisces the ease she once had.

that isn't to say she has lost her charm. on the contrary, she is quick to smile, with a natural warmness that offers to others the ease she doesn't always feel herself. through her work, she's been witness to the worst of humanity, and yet she is idealistic in dark times. She believes in change, and in people, and for better or for worse, this steadfast faith is what drives her to play her part, even if it means risking her life in the process.

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f l a v o r

xxxxx|| Likes || travelling
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xxxxx|| Dislikes || here
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m i s c e l l a n e o u s

xxxxx|| Talents || writing she has a way with words, and always has, and this is shown most clearly in her articles, although she is not opposed to writing fiction either / lying she's quick on her feet, able to spin lies with ease. ironic, considering her famous association with exposing truths / adaptability she rolls with the punches, and bounces back relatively quickly. more so, she knows how to adjust to a situation, even when the worst case scenario comes to pass
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xxxxx|| Strengths || bravery she does not shy away from danger, and her fear of such things only seems to further stoke the fire that is her resolute nature / intelligence she flew through her classes with straight A's (most of them, at least, but here we do not discuss chemistry). academia is something she never much struggled with, but more impressive is her quick wit and street smarts, which are something of a requirement for survival in her line of work / compassion her kindness drives her actions, and warms others to her with just as much effectiveness as her stories- she is determined to make the world a better place, and has yet to sacrifice that hope and compassion for the tempting offers that often come her way
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xxxxx|| Weaknesses || impatience her near-constant state of urgency has left her with an inability to wait, leading to anxious flare ups and reckless decisions /




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h i s t o r y

Yuri grew up where most grow up nowadays; somewhere between working class and poverty. Her parents co-owned a diner, Capra's in the centre of their neighbourhood, a place where everyone was familiar with each other, and trust was a given in an otherwise distrustful city. The Capra's and their diner were popular, with the family affectively adopting any lost soul who found themselves in desperate need of a job, or even a roof over their head. Androids were also hired, and payed the same wages as their human coworkers. It was a comfortable life, and even when money was tight (and it often was), the family always seemed to find a way to stay afloat.

Until it didn't.

When the neighbourhood suddenly became prime real estate, rents began rising out of nowhere, as did food conglomerates. Locals were essentially pushed out of the neighbourhood, and what had once been a community humming with warmth and camaraderie became hollow and plastic. Eventually the Capras too were forced to close the restaurant, and move elsewhere. Yuri was twelve at the time; old enough to understand the injustice of it all, but too young to do anything about it. So as her parents did what they could to cut their losses, and rebuild their livelihood, Yuri did all she could do- she learned.

She was an exceptional student, although also something of a troublemaker, and as she grew up, both traits only became more and more prominent. She knew from the beginning that she wanted to pursue journalism, and so she did. By the time she graduated, she was interning with one of the nation's most prominent news websites, iNews. With her notable talents and brutal dedication, it didn't take long for her to make a name for herself, becoming one of the website's top featured journalists before her 23rd birthday.

The first thing she did once she had enough money stashed away? Buy a building where the new Capra's now stands, once again the centre of their new neighbourhood.

The second thing she did once she'd made a name for herself in the journalism world? Quit. Or rather, start on her own path. Working for a network like iNews had often meant having to quieten down, to undermine certain news for the sake of sponsors and endorsements. Eventually, the growing bias became too much for her, when they refused to fund her investigation into what would become known as 'Organgate.'

Organgate exposed a government-funded underground organ harvesting syndicate, which victimised and targeted disenfranchised and underprivileged communities as a means of supplying organs for biotechnological study and experimentation. It wound up being but the first of her career-defining exposes, and led to a series of protests that in turn changed the laws surrounding government funding transparency, and forced the government to provide financial compensation to the hundreds affected. For a while, Yuri assumed that the feature would be the peak for her career as a journalist.

But then there was 'Puppetgate'. Her most recent, and most discomforting of features, Puppetgate exposed not just a pedophilia ring consisting of some of Infinity's most powerful figures, but also the use of unprecedented 'mind control tech,' on underaged victims.

The story blew up like nothing she had ever seen before, to the point that many were suggesting that it may be the final straw in inciting the forewarned revolution. The Powers That Be must have agreed, because less than a month after the piece aired, Yuri was consequently targeted in an assassination attempt. She would have died, if not for her assassin's sudden malfunction. However, she did not leave the scene unscathed, with many of her injuries, including a lost arm and leg, now replaced by cyberkinetic prosthetics, funded by numerous faceless supporters and revolutionaries.

The near-death experience was certainly terrifying, but, ultimately, it only worked to incentivise her further, and she is currently in the process of making a documentary on the faceless revolutionary, 'Phoenix'.




writer: rubytuesday - fc: zoe kravitz (loml) - hex code: #a70000




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So begins...

Yuri Capra's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: Yuri Capra Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright

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she might get lonely at times, but that was to be expected.
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he was a mere background character in other people's lives.


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tell stories. sad stories about bodies stolen, bodies no longer here.
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bold, brash stories about reclaiming our bodies and changing the world.


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the parade was not something Yuri had wanted to attend- she saw little reason to celebrate, and the elaborate and expensive nature of the celebrations only sought to reestablish a clear financial gap. The government could afford to spend millions of dollars on elaborate lightworks and performances- less so on tackling their precious city's rampant poverty. It was insincere, and the falseness of the event tasted like salt on her tongue.

but she had to be here, if not for herself, then for what she stood for. It was the most highly televised event since her 'accident,' and since then, she had become something of a symbol. She was a whistle blower, the whistleblower. But more importantly to the people of Infinity, she was a sign of failure. A voice that the Powers That Be had unsuccessfully attempted to smother in fire and blood. Most targets went silently, but her miraculous survival had prompted rumours and hearsays, most of which miraculously pointed in the right direction. Her tragic accident had become an unconfirmed assassination attempt, and now there was little They could do, else prove the conspiracy theorists correct.

and so she stood in the crowd, strong of stance and expression, leaning into the discomfort of curious eyes. She was used to fame, but it was different now. Danger had never really registered with her before- but now she could seldom sleep without remembering the smell of her own flesh burning black.

the presence of Essie beside her was ironically comforting, considering the android's role in her trauma. Perhaps it was Essie's curiosity that softened the tension of the parade, or maybe Yuri simply felt safer knowing that the planet's most affective combatant droid was acting as her volunteer bodyguard.

maybe both.

On behalf of all of us, we will be donating half a million dollars to the Infinity Relief Organization for Needy Families."

the familiar voice brought her back to centre, and she looked up at the screens, and the woman present on them, with a sombre expression. She looked so different, it was hard to recognise her now. Every rough edge had been sanded to smooth, every mar erased from existence. She looked like a doll, but she played like a puppet, spouting government-friendly soundbites, and disingenuous conciliations.

even her eyes were completely-

blink

Yuri paused, stepping toward the screen, watching with intent.

"Essie, did you catch that?"

"The speech? It's recorded in my memory bank, yes. However, considering it's propagandist nature I wouldn't recommend-"

"Not the speech, her face- her blinking, I mean."

"No, sorry, I was distracted by the attempted indoctrination- a moment, please." As Yuri's gaze remained locked on her old friend, Cordelia Hallis, Essie's glazed over for just a second. Indiscernible to any onlooker, she searched through her recent memories, replaying the speech's conclusion.

"It seems she was blinking in code. Morse, presumably. She said-"

"S.O.S." Yuri's voice was a whisper, her head rife with contradicting emotions. Relief washed over all the rest; after all these years, her friend was still in there.

"We have to get her out of there. I don't know how, but we have to."

Essie had no opportunity to respond, any reply she may have had was drowned out by gasps and screams, and nanobots collected at the stage, and words formed, red and bright: Menace.

People had begun to panic at the sight, but Essie remained seemingly unaffected by the drama, her gaze hooked to the stage where Cordelia still stood. She looked to Yuri.

"She needs us to 'save her soul,' yes?" "Huh?" Yuri blinked, disarmed by the sudden turn of events, and Essie responded with a resolute smile, "Then I shall."

She took off towards Cordelia, moving through the crowd like a dancer, all smoothness and grace. The woman's blinking replayed over and over in her memory bank, and had done so since it was first drawn to her attention.

Save our souls. As an android, she didn't have a soul of her own, but she was eager nonetheless, to see what one looked like.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Ozric Slade Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: Yuri Capra Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright

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Astrid knew she needed to get out of the way, people were still bumping into her left and right; some were leaving, others were trying to get a better look at one thing or another. It was overwhelming, trying to pinpoint an opening so she could just get out of everyone’s way. She was always causing problems, wasn’t she? Maybe that’s why everyone sends me away.

She had just found a way, and just needed a moment to get through, when it happened. There was a loud boom, and a lot of screaming. Suddenly, all she seemed to be able to process was the fear of everyone around her. She quickly looked around: people were running away, now. Maybe back home. Maybe just as far away as they could get. There was another explosion. It wasn’t safe here, was it? She needed to go, but the fear everyone felt… It was just her programming, but she felt the intense need to protect the humans around. They were frightened, and it was only getting worse with every passing moment.

She didn’t know if it was being broadcast over the speakers, or just in her mind, but she heard an overwhelming chorus of, “Stay calm. We have everything under control.” It didn’t look like everything was under control, but Astrid knew that was what they always said. If the powers that be couldn’t control a situation, they’d lose control of everything. Still, in control or not, there wasn’t anything Astrid could do. She wasn’t well-suited to crisis situations; she was a domestic droid.

Astrid caught sight of a little girl, presumably separated from her family, and all thoughts of retreating to the relative safety of the seedy underbelly of the city left her mind. Suddenly the only thing that felt right was helping the child. Caring for children was what she was programmed for, after all.

Then there were more people, who Astrid only recognised as being associates of the Alpire Corporation. What did they manufacturer? Weapons? They had arrived very quickly, Astrid thought, and immediately started cordoning off areas, ushering people away and to different places of the city. “Don’t worry,” They said, “We’re here to help you.” Maybe they’d been hired as private security.

There was some sort of weapon fire from somewhere above. Astrid couldn’t place it, but the Alpire Corp representatives certainly used the moment to keep corralling people along. Keeping order, it seemed, was the top priority.

Astrid was getting swept along with the crowd, weapons were still firing from, what sounded like, all directions. “Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Astrid could hardly tell if the person in question was a human under all of their armor. “There's a warehouse nearby where-” Then the person in question seemed to realize that Astrid was an android, “We don’t have the space for androids.”

A gesture was all it took to seal her fate, it seemed. Astrid was grabbed from behind, and deposited back into the middle of the square, to fend for herself. Something strong that she didn’t quite understand filled her, and she felt quite resigned to whatever was in store for her. She didn’t have anywhere to go, not really, so she figured that she would probably be shot down and then tossed on a scrap heap somewhere. She wasn’t just going to stand around, though. Maybe she could get lucky, find some place to hide… At least until this blew over. It couldn’t last forever.







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Even as Miles went to switch off the broadcast, it cut to a shot of the crowd on the ground. The city’s government loved to show off how well everyone got along when it suited them. Sometimes the news organizations played along, and some played nicer than others. Normally he wouldn’t care, if not for the fact that the crowd seemed to be pretty worked up. Surely that wasn’t the image Infinity City officials wanted to broadcast. The first explosion went off right before they cut the footage to some pre-recorded message of peace and prosperity, though that was quickly cut to make way for the coverage of the terrorist attack on the upper levels of the city. On the day they were meant to celebrate one hundred years of peace, no less.

Miles switched off the broadcast; he could hear the screaming and subsequent detonations over the gentle hum of the lights. Even so far beneath it all. It was quiet, and Miles couldn’t fully be sure if he was really hearing the commotion, or if someone nearby just had their television up too loud.. Subtle green lights raced along his veins, visible from just below his skin: the lights flashed yellow. He was distressed. It was strange, if he hadn’t known better, he may have said he didn’t recognise what he was feeling until then. But what was he meant to do in a situation like this? He supposed most people would be shutting themselves in their homes, which seemed like a reasonable response.

He elected to swing open his front door. There was chaos everywhere, people were running out and away from the center of the city. Did Miles know any of the people running past? Did it matter? Of course it mattered. He would let a friend take up shelter inside if they needed it.

Did he have any friends left?

He did. He knew he did. He had to.