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Corinne Moore

"You'll have to do better than that to impress me."

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a character in “Untouched Islands”, as played by Nobody In Particular

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Corinne Moore

Explorer

Human/Dark Elf Hybrid

♀ Female | 23 | Engineer


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Appearance: Corinne is strangely pale for her dark heritage, her black hair being one of few visible traits she got from her father. Said hair is medium-length and straight, often tied back into a messy ponytail. Her eyes are light blue, usually either sparkling with mischief or staring into space contemplatively. She stands at 5’4”, a bit tall for an elf but not unusual for a human. Her build is slim and lightweight, but there’s no hint of dainty weakness in her wiry limbs. She doesn’t exactly put much effort into her outfit, especially considering that most of her clothes become singed or coated in ash several times before she discards them.

Personality: To make up for her fairly human appearance, Corinne has an unusual personality. She likes people to think her mysterious, mostly because she finds it amusing. She doesn’t really understand social situations, but she’s at least polite. Like the rest of her personality, her sense of humor doesn’t always line up with the norm, but she always enjoys a laugh, and she’s so stubborn she’s almost spoiled. That’s not quite the right word, though—it’s more that when she wants something, she works toward it without stopping until it’s hers, not that she expects someone else to get it for her. Her tenacity means that she also has a bit of an anger problem. Though she doesn’t get visibly irritated or strike out at people, she will smile to her enemy’s face and then destroy his house, if she’s bothered enough. She’s also an excellent analytical mind, perhaps a cause or an effect of her lack of social skills—when she’s off in her own little world, she’s almost always figuring how to improve the mechanisms of whatever machine she saw most recently. When she was nine, for example, she submitted for patent the blueprints to one of her creations—she actually managed to build a better mousetrap. Of course, her design was rejected because her potential buyers didn’t see the point in buying all the beveled glass hand mirrors and small countries’ worth of pure diamond, but it’s the principle of the matter that’s important.

Background: She never knew her father, so Corinne ended up being raised by a human mother who feared that her daughter would be persecuted for her genetics, so much so as to keep her out of the public eye for far too long. Until she was eighteen, Corinne never left her house unsupervised—as far as her mother knew. She wanted to see the outside for what it was, and what Corinne wanted, Corinne got. She snuck out of the house almost every night for a long time, learning on the streets the truths that her governesses didn’t teach in her daily lessons. After a few years of this, her frazzled mother had had enough of punishing her for escaping the house, bringing in more measures to keep her inside, and finding her gone again the next night, so she kicked her out. With only the clothes on her back and enough food for three days, Corinne had to find another place to stay. Homeless, skinny teenage girls aren’t exactly the perfect demographic for engineering jobs, but she managed to get herself a decent rĂ©sumĂ© before she found a respectable-looking ship leaving her hometown and applied for a position as soon as possible.

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Corinne strode through the bustling crowd, keeping her eye on the numbers posted in front of the buildings she passed. After using her heavy bag to shove past quite a few stylish ladies who gaped at her and muttered about her “outlandish” clothing—looked in a mirror lately, darlings?—and narrowly avoiding being run over by a chaise-and-four, she finally made it to the address she’d seen in the advertisement.
“May I help you, sir—ah, miss?” The man sitting at the desk hadn’t been startled to hear a visitor entering the mechanic’s shop, but upon seeing who it was, he did look a little surprised, and, Corinne thought, patronizing.
“I’m here to inquire about the job.” He nodded, but she still saw a hint of disbelief in his eyes. It annoyed her to no end, and his next comment just made that worse.
“You mean the one posted in our advertisement?” No, she meant the job they didn’t tell anyone about. “The
 head mechanic position?” Corinne hated that ingratiating smile. “No offense, miss, but wouldn’t you rather find a job more appropriate for someone of your status?” He looked her up and down, clearly judging her. This, of course, meant war.
“Yes, actually, sir, I did mean the
 head mechanic position.” Corinne’s cold imitation of his voice caught the man off guard and before he could reply, she went on. “Of course, if you want to send an experienced engineer with the education of a college graduate away to find a job in embroidery or cuisine, without even glancing at my credentials, I won’t hold it against you. I suppose I should find a more deserving workplace.” She pivoted on the spot, flouncing out and leaving the employee speechless, but at the door she paused and turned. “Oh, and you should probably rethink the arrangement of that bookshelf. Its structure is subpar and it’s only staying up because all its weight is supported by one load-bearing bookend, which means I can do this.” She reached out and pulled that bookend, a statue of an angel, off of the shelf, and sure enough, as soon as its wingtips lost contact with the plank above them, the books promptly fell out, bringing the shelf with them. “You might want to fix that. Have a pleasant day.” Placing the angel statue delicately on the floor, Corinne stepped out the door. That was one more bridge burned. As she walked away from the place, she sighed. She lost more job opportunities that way.

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Corinne clambered down the ladder to shore.

Usually, she spent the balance of her time alone in her quarters, tinkering with whatever loose junk she could find in the Ruby Conch’s hold, but at the moment, she was actually rather enjoying the outdoors. She’d have to try to find some shade if she could—the bright sun was bound to hurt her pale skin otherwise—but there was a gentle breeze and the air was pleasant.

She hadn’t had much trouble getting used to life on the ship, but Corinne was nonetheless happy to set foot on solid ground. After a few seconds of cautious, dizzy steps, she readapted to the ground not moving under her, got back her land legs, as it were, and headed toward the crates being unloaded. She’d probably have had no trouble avoiding the work, considering her light build and unmistakable femininity, but Corinne didn’t want people doing her work. Besides, after several days at sea, the men of the crew had probably learned that Corinne could take good care of herself. Her oil-stained clothes and skin (and, of course, the crossbow slung across her back just in case) made that clear enough. She helped a few other crew members hoist the cargo from ship to shore, for the most part refraining from participation in the animated conversation around her, perhaps laughing at the particularly funny jokes or at least raising an amused eyebrow once or twice, but not speaking.

“Have we got everything?” She finally said, looking over the stacks on the sand. It didn’t look like they’d missed anything while unloading, but one could never be sure. Still, the intrigue of being in a new world, the relief of having solid ground to stand on and, most importantly, the delicious smell of wild pork roasting on the fire took up most of her attention. Without waiting for a reply, she hopped off the flat rock she’d been standing on and walked around the group toward the trees. She was quite curious about the plants around her, mostly about the trees. Their wood felt light and springy, like it would be reasonable building material, better if it could be waterproofed somehow. If necessary, she could probably manage to create makeshift shelters or even canoes with the material. She reached up and snapped off a branch of dead wood about the size of her index finger, feeling its weight and texture in her hands, and, not really paying attention to reality so much as to the blueprints and ideas inside her head, wandered further along the edge of the forest.