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Enid Tsianina

"They say hell is a place you go to after death, but we, artificials, have already seen it in the living."

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a character in “Variant”, as played by Rhianoue

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[ Name ]
Enid Tsianina
"It was given to me by one of the scientists. I don't understand why they gave me such a beautiful name though..."

[ Nicknames/Aliases ]
En | Mute
"Just because I don't speak often doesn't make me a mute, alright?"


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[ Age ]
Unknown - Somewhere in her twenties
"I can't remember my age anymore, but people always guessed around the twenties."

[ Gender ]
Female
"... That's a joke... right?"


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[ ID Number ]
#00013
"The symbol for bad luck... How unfortunate."

[ Occupation ]
Tailor
"Well, originally I wanted to be a musician, but I decided against it in the end because god knows why."

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[ Hair Color ]
Black
"I would usually keep it short, but ever since the war ended, I don't see any reason to."

[ Eye Color ]
Aquamarine
"It reminds me of the sky before the bombs were set off and the firing started."

[ Skin Tone ]
Tanned/Dark
"I've been trying to get lighter but it hasn't been working. The war in Skigi took a toll on my appearance it seems too."

[ Height ]
6'0
"I-I've been told by people that I'm really tall... But I would really appreciate it if they stopped staring."

[ Weight ]
148 lbs
"Please don't ask anymore questions..."

[ General Description ]
Enid is an incredibly tall, dark-skinned woman. She stands at 6'0 exact, and becomes even taller when she wears heels. Because of that, she weighs quite a bit, a whole 148 lbs. However, it doesn't make her fat or chubby at all. Believe it or not, she's a very healthy weight, and still has a decent body. She has curves in just the right place, maybe proving she's not in her early twenties. Her skin is dark colored from birth and so are her light blue eyes. Her hair is black, straight, and long, reaching around her waist. She usually ties it up when she's working so it doesn't get in her way.

Enid cares a lot about clothes, which is exactly why she's a tailor. What she wears inside versus outside has little difference. She enjoys clothing and likes to wear nice clothes wherever she is, no matter the time of the day. It's often sundresses that she likes to wear; long, light-colored, often floral patterned dresses. When it's sunny, she'll wear a hat too, and in the winter, she may wear a coat or jacket. It's rare to see her in jeans or sweatshirts, sweatpants, etc. This only applies with her though, when other people dress badly, she doesn't mind.
"I can't help it- I like looking nice, even if no one does see me like that."

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[ Likes ]
Clothes || As a tailor, she'd have to love clothes, and always dresses nicely, regardless if she was going out or not.
Music || Before becoming a tailor, she wanted to become a musician, but quickly gave up on that dream. Who knows why though...
Flowers || Enid especially loves flowers. She loves looking at the colors and the scents they give off always make her happy. She'd rather have flowers over chocolates, compliments, or basically anything.

[ Dislikes ]
x War || PTSD is still haunting her everyday. Nightmares happen often of when she was in the war, and rather than fearing that she killed people, she feared how she couldn't protect the others that she knew during training that didn't make it back home alive.
x Heights || Even as an adult, Enid can't get over her fear of heights and may even start crying if it's heigh enough to scare her.
x Insects || While the insects themselves are irritating, the noises are even more so. She especially hates flies and cicadas.

[ Weaknesses ]
Heights || Already been explained.
PTSD || It seems to have been taking a heavy, mental toll on her now, and affects her ability to use her powers.
Innocent People || Enid would do anything to save innocents, or to just help them out. Their lives will always come before hers. It's only unfortunate that she couldn't do the same during the war.

[ Abilities/Skills ]
Chronokinesis
|| Enid is able to change the wavelengths of time, but, obviously, not by very much. She can only speed time up or slow it down (mostly the later) by twenty seconds, thirty at the very most. It puts a strain on her mental health and physical health, so she is unable to hold it for long. This applies to both her, anyone, and anything within a 100 meter radius of her.
Sewing || She's a tailor, what else is there to know?
Musician || She is talented in the area of music, although it's only cello and piano. She occasionally holds casual performances in her house in the Middle Ring.

[ Personality ]
Enid can always been seen trying to help another person in any way possible. She believes in helping innocent people, whether it be with their chores, walking their dog, folding their clothes, or, in more extreme cases, saving lives with her powers from birth. She does everything and anything to be helpful. However, she's never biased. If she's caught in between two sides, she won't be able to pick. She's also very hesitant, as seen during her war years. She had trouble killing people or hurting anyone, and whenever she didn't kill the other side, people on her side began to die instead. She's plagued with guilt constantly, and suffers with it alone.

But while Enid is open minded and polite, she's incredibly quiet. People would occasionally call her mute because she'd speak so little. In that way, some call her rude because she doesn't want to respond when in reality she's the exact opposite. She's quiet because she doesn't like to use her voice often, and sometimes has a troubling time communicating normally with people, therefore just shutting it off entirely. But if people try hard enough, they'll eventually realize that she's a good girl who only wishes the best for people.

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[ History ]
Enid was born a simple artificial human. Nothing was special about her, and at the same time, nothing was bad about her either. She was just there all the time, following orders and doing as she was told. She didn't go against anything or think for herself until, during training, she met a girl a few years older than her who tried to teach her to start building a mind of her own, that way she wouldn't get killed on the battlefield when it was time. It took around three whole years for this girl, whose name Enid didn't even know, to show her how to think, what to do, and how to react, because at the time, Enid was just a mindless killing machine in the making through her training.

When war came, Enid and this girl were transferred together to Skigi, the tropical war zone. There, was where all her nightmares began to take place in the current time. People shot each other, and despite all that Enid learned in training and from the nameless girl, none of it helped when the real combat began. Death reeked in the air, and blood painted the ground red. Enid was unable to kill people like she was told, and it got others like her killed instead. Including the nameless girl, who was shot right in front of Enid.

The war ended, and she came home after many people she knew had died. Enid was scarred for the rest of her life, and had to go through various therapy sessions to fix her mental state. She still carries a gun in her house for 'protection purposes' because she still fears still reign over her normal life now as a tailor. She tries to feel normal currently, living in a decent house in the Middle Ring, but knows that the PTSD will never go away and will always haunt her in her dreams.

[ Others ]

☼ She usually donates her free time to create clothes for poor people in the Lower Ring who have no homes. The rest of her time goes to work.
☼ Enid knows sign language, and, when she is unable to speak or doesn't wish to speak, may use sign language to communicate, regardless if the other person knows it or not.
☼ Enid isn't religious because she doesn't believe in God of Satan, but does believe in the places after death such as Hell and Heaven.
☼ She often only uses her powers to help others - ex. pushing someone out of the way of a car, holding the door open at a train, etc.
☼ Enid often has nightmares, but never remembers them very well, only fragments that waken her crying. It is the only toll PTSD takes on her, but it happens too often.

So begins...

Enid Tsianina's Story

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ImageEnid moved her fingers swiftly on the keyboard of the piano, playing her song with precision. The audience was small today, considering this casual performance of hers wasn't at night as it usually was. This time, she only played one song for the few that came to watch her play, but that enough, gave her happiness when they applauded at the end. She rose from her seat, and then bowed.

The audience, that had actually brought something, left her gifts on the table in her living room, spoke a few words with her, and then left. It was the usual weekly performance, and some people were regulars to watch it.

An older man she hadn't seen before approached her to have a word and praised her a bit, but now in a way she quite enjoyed. "Your recital this evening was wonderful, Miss Tsianina." He grinned, and then looked down from his tall stature. It was incredibly obvious what he was looking at, and Enid frowned, clearly displeased. Her clothes were made by her, and while they did show a bit of her skin, it was dress clothing. They were meant to give off a mature look, but not one that caught the eye of a deviant.

She didn't always like speaking, especially to strangers. Her voice seemed very precious to her, and so she often used sign language to communicate with those she knows and doesn't, regardless if they understand or not. But this man clearly needed it spelled out to him orally. "Please leave." Enid requested. "I don't appreciate perverts attending my performances..." She said and quickly walked away from him before he could speak any more to her.

Once everyone had finally left her house, Enid closed her doors. The only time she'd let people into her house was if she was holding a recital or if she knew them well enough to just let them come in whenever they wanted. She closed her piano, put her sheets on the stool she sat on, and went towards the front of her house, which had been transformed into some sort of mini boutique for those who passed by to buy her clothes she tailors herself.

The day was just about over, and she made the decision to close the shop for the day. 'If I leave it open any more... I might not get any time to work on the newest dress.' Enid thought to herself and flipped the sign on the front door from OPEN to CLOSED. She then went back to the piano room, and then into the room next to it, which she used for sewing and work. Squares of clothing were everywhere and unfinished designs laid untouched on the table. It was the one and only messy room in her whole Middle Ring house. She sat down, scanning through her designs, but then sighed when she found none of them interesting enough and stared blankly out the window. 'Maybe I should just try and get some sleep instead...' She wondered absentmindedly.

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A bad dream, that's what it felt like. Except.... It wasn't. Every night Christopher relived the same horrors, the blood on his hands, his dead comrades; he could hardly put the gun in his belt without a flashback of a face that no longer walked the earth. The cooling period is what his creator, Jim Parsons, had called it. The worst was over, but now he had to endure what was leftover in his brain.

There was a tear in his government issued police uniform. He frowned, examining the hole that had been caused by the graze of a bullet. The wound had already healed, one of the advantages of being a Variant, but the capabilities of his body could not fix thread and there was only one person Christopher knew that could use a thread and needle. Up to the Middle Ring he would have to go, it seemed.

He stopped by his house first in order to grab some money and an instant soup to compensate for the lunch he had missed. After putting in the hot water and pocketing the cash, Chris left and locked the door; heading towards the Middle Ring skybridge. Chris had been to all three of the rings, but out of them all he enjoyed the Middle one the most. It was where all of the farming was done and the trains took you past beautiful pastures and picturesque crystal lakes before you reached the inner city.

Chris stepped off of the platform, breathing in the fresh air; it wasn't anything like the freshly pumped oxygen in the Upper Ring, but it was better then the smell of sewage and piss that lingered around every corner in the bottom. A sigh escaped the male's lips as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his red leather jacket, he had changed out of the police uniform and was carrying it in a small sports sack that was slung over his shoulder. Christopher was halfway to his destination when his phone went off, tiny vibrations running up and down his arm. In annoyance the boy whirled around to find a piece of glass. He pressed his palm against a shop window and waited for the image to transfer. "What do you want?" The officer asked while running a hand through his hair, it was one of his seniors, a cop that claimed he had seen everything and yet did nothing. "A is off tonight, I need you to fill in."

"Can't, I'm busy." The old man gave him a glare that could wither the toughest of gangsters. Chris's expression remained placid, bored even. "Come on King, it's not like you've got anything else going on." He shrugged and pulled at his shoulder, the one that was not connected to the shop front. "I told you, I've got stuff to take care of. See if Sin or Wilson are up to it." With that Chris ended the call and continued on his way to Enid's home/shop. He knocked on the door twice before seeing the closed sign and wondered if she had run out. Chris could wait here for her to get back if she was in fact gone, but he didn't want to seem like some sort of stalker.

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"Neppy,"

Neptune's smile grew when he said her name. She loved the way his mouth quirked up in a dance at the edges then slowly spread to the middle; she was also glad he liked the new bow tie and reciprocated the kiss with just as much passion. There was never lust or need in Tristan's kisses, just an intense fiery feeling that Neptune couldn't quite capture with words. She remembered when there was a time every morning Neptune would wake up unknowing as to whether their lips would brush again and all that cheesy romantic stuff people thought of when they were in a relationship in the middle of a war.

"Thank you," his words were like little fireworks in her ears, dazzling and powerful.

"Don't thank me, that's what couples do. Right?" She wasn't really sure if that was true or not, but one of her comrades had always received little presents from his girlfriend when they were in Polaris. "Tristan, you can’t just storm off from this problem; getting angry about it won’t help. We need a musical act and we need it soon. What are you....oh...hi, uh, Neptune."

Neptune gave Ted a short wave, her curiosity besting her, she swiveled around on the bar stool to face the golden eyed man. Tristan was always getting angry, but if Ted was running around like a chicken without his head off then it meant that they believed their reputation was at stake. "Thanks a lot Ted. I know. I’ll think of something." The female spun around in her chair again, thinking. If Tristan would let her onto his computer (she would never invade another Variant's technology without their permission) then Neptune could most likely find someone for him. Let's see there was a dancer, a gardener, tailor, a handful of combat specialists.... A certain blonde crossed her mind, one whom Neptune had only met once and she was drawing a blank on the name.

"What about that girl that served on Nova? The blonde? I think she works at a strip club now..." Neptune trailed off, lost in thought for a few seconds. "I can find her if you'd like?" She asked Tristan, figuring that someone was better than no one.

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ImageEnid went over to her incredibly small kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. It helped her stay awake in the day when she needed it since she lost so much sleep to her nightmares of the past. She even stored a pistol underneath her bed for safety purposes with fear that something would come back to her just like the war.

Since she wasn't much of a chef, she had it warmed up instead of making it herself. Just as the was about to take it out and see if it was hot enough, she heard two knocks on her front door. Her head turned while she took out the braid in her hair. 'I just closed the shop down... Who would be knocking after seeing it?' Enid wondered to herself. As she approached the door, leaving her steaming mug of coffee on the countertop, she combed her hair and tried to peek at who it was without being so obvious.

Enid always took precautions these days. Ever since the war ended, she left less safe than before, and so she became suspicious and cautious of anything possible, afraid one day she wouldn't and she could be majorly injured or even killed. Even the Middle Ring didn't have perfect security.

Well, the sun was already setting, closing off into the night, so there wouldn't be any shadow. No one spoke either, so it's not as if she could identify this person by voice or anything. Enid had an urge to bring some sort of weapon with her- anything to keep her safe incase it wasn't just a friendly person passing by. She wasn't any professional in martial arts... but she knew one of the weak points on the neck, so, if necessary, it could come into place.

Then, she opened the door, just a small crack, and found herself looking at young man, and this young man she recognized. Enid opened the door normally now and put on a small smile before quietly saying, "Good evening, Christopher." She was happy to see an old friend, even if the two didn't always talk so much after the war. "What brings you here? Don't you have work in the Lowering Ring?" She asked, recalling that his job was a police, servicing the Lower Ring. 'How dangerous...' Enid thought. 'Working down there... with all those gangs... It sounds like such a hazard and risk...'

"If you'd come a few minutes earlier you could have made it to the recital. I played a beautiful song tonight. You should try coming next week, if your job allows it." Enid spoke again. Her voice was quiet, but that should never be a surprise to anyone at this point. 'Come to think of it... Wasn't Wilson supposed to have come too?' She went back to her memory of bowing to the crowd. 'I don't remember seeing him... That idiot.' While Enid did think this, she knew she'd eventually forgive him.

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Wilson smiled sheepishly his tough exterior, which wasn't that tough anyway, faded with Anya's words."I feel like your boss, or whoever the hell works this city-town-state-county-thing overworks you."
Wilson replied to her as she fumbled for keys in her little raggedy jacket, under his pretty badly torn up one.
"Well, I get paid decently, although they don't very much like to pay me at the end of the month. Hmm, I think I will buy you a warmer jacket. From the middle ring. Nicer yeah, and I mean it isn't much but I can't stop by as often as I'd like. Not with my new patrols. They've got me Lower Ring and parts of the Middle now. Guess they appreciate I have literally no life so I would work retarded hours. . . " Wilson ran his fingers through his blonde hair as he watched her when she told him about her job and how things were going. He was taken off-guard when she let him hug her, that had never happened before. It must be tough working as she does, being drooled over and on by fat rich guys. Wilson's brow crinkled in worry.

"Look, Anya, I know you are tough and all. . . But I also know how it is to suffer. You know that. Here," Wilson placed a little silver circular object in her hand. It was engraved with a falcon and on one side there was three little holes, almost like an instrument of some sort."Blow on this whenever you need me and I will come help you, alright? God, unfortunately. . . I still have to finish my rounds, I love ya sis. I just worry, and I'm sure you think I'm lame and annoying but," Wilson brushed her hair out of her face and smiled a stupid smile. "But, hey us freaks have to stay together right?"

With that Wilson gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, he felt sorta weird for doing that but he felt like she needed something. . . Wilson said his goodbyes and began walking towards the transport that would take him up to the Middle Ring. He needed to go and apologize to Enid for missing her recital. He had promised her he would be there.

Once the transport had docked he took off running towards Enid's place. His hand instinctively hovered over the rectangular box in his pocket. A gift he had gotten for Enid to give her at the recital. . . That he had missed.

He saw her at the door of her store but she was talking to some guy . . . Wilson thought she said "Christopher" was this man's name. Was that her boyfriend? Was it too late? Wilson stood up straighter, she was gorgeous tonight, absolutely gorgeous. He stepped into the shallow lighting of the street lamp across from her, he smiled shyly and waved. Hoping she would notice him, he didn't want to call out. . . Yet he did want to. He wanted to kiss her, but he wouldn't. They were friends first, practically the best of friends. . .

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"Good evening Christopher," her voice was soft like a gentle breeze whispering through the leaves. It tickled his ears and brought a gentle smile to Chris's lips. No one really used his full name anymore, it was a nice surprise to hear it. "What brings you here? Don't you have work in the Lowering Ring?" He nodded his head and produced the shirt from his shoulder bag. "I have off tonight, but one of my shirts got ripped and you're the only one I know who can sew a decently straight line." That last part was just a fun jab, Enid's sewing was the better than anything a machine could produce. Plus it gave him the excuse of getting to say hi to an old friend.

Work kept him busy these days and he didn't really get to hang around his acquaintances as much as he'd like. "If you'd come a few minutes earlier you could have made it to the recital. I played a beautiful song tonight. You should try coming next week, if your job allows it." Once more Chris nodded his head, he sometimes felt like a bobble that was constantly bouncing.

"I had fully intended to attend your piano recital, but a shooting broke out between two gangs and I had to be there to bring it own." He wasn't bragging, there was nothing honorable in what he did. With his ability, the King's Right Hand; Chris literally ripped the energy out of people and used it to power the sword that he drew from his own body. It killed to use it because that persons' thoughts, emotions, and memories were sometimes poured into that energy and it hurt to see inside of other people's lives. As far as Variations went though, it wasn't the worst.

"Anyways do you think you can fix it?" It was one of Chris's best shirts and he really wanted to have it for work next week. A stranger approaching caught his eye and then he realized it wasn't a stranger at all, but one of the men from the police force. He had never actually spoken to the guy, but had seen him around the Lower Ring in uniform.

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By order of the Prime Minister and Chief Master Sargent of Rune, you are hereby required to report to Research Building A113A, located in the Medical District of the Upper Ring of Rune by the time of 1:00 PM on the day of 12/06/4897. This is mandatory and any Variant that fails to comply will receive capitol punishment.

Thank you,


Prime Minister Wesley

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Night had fallen, the soft tickles of pink and sneezes of orange in the sky had long since faded to the navy of twilight and silence had begun to wrap itself around the Lower Ring. There was a false sense of security in the air as gangs retreated back to their homes for the day, done collecting their payments and raiding other gang bases. Blood was being blasted off of the streets by sidewalk washers and mothers were calling their children in from minuscule front yards, telling them that it was time to come inside for the evening.

At the police station, Sin was angrily buttoning up her shirt. She had been given the duty of rounding up all Variants tonight and begin to send them to the Upper Ring for whatever it was the government needed them for. Suspicion was high, there were whispers flitting across the halls as she made her way downstairs with the two other Variants that would be assisting her. In Sin's hand was a small device, a reader that could find the bar code of a Variant within three hundred feet. They were not going to take anyone in by force, no their job was to simply inform and point them in the right direction; should there be resistance however, they were allowed to subdue, but nothing more.





It was a long night, Sin had gone into bars, knocked on apartment doors, and had crept through alleyways in order to inform Variants of the mandatory report. Only one had resisted, but Sin had stopped him before he could do any damage and brought him in to the police station so they could perform the transfer.

Currently Sin stood in front of Medical Research building A113A, her hands shaking a bit as she wiped them on the pant leg of her uniform. She strode into the lobby, the last one to arrive and the doors locking behind her. The deadline had passed and Variants were standing in the entrance of the building. A few Sin recognized, a blond that owned a bar she had frequented and his purple haired girlfriend who could often be found there, a stripper Sin had given a ride home to once on a cold winter night. There were others, the gardener she had seen beat up humans who stomped on his plants, Wilson and Christopher from the police department, the private detective Pandora she had helped solve a case with once, as well as the talented mute seamstress, and... Wait, was that a human? The person was handcuffed and two armed guards stood on either side.

Confusion rode her expression for a moment, but it wasn't any of Sin's business if the government wanted a human here. Unless they were actually a reporter that had gotten into the building for a quick scoop? She shook her head and turned to face the man standing on a mini stage at the front of the lobby. He cleared his throat, the sound coming over the loudspeaker. "I'm sorry to have to gather you all on such short notice, but-" he paused, hesitating. "War has broken out once more between the Americans and Koreans. I'm afraid you've all been recommissioned for a new assignment in Hoshii. You're all going back to the battle front."

Sin's heart sank, her knees began to shake and she felt weak. Someone in the room threw up, another few burst into tears. The Variant leaned against the wall, her head spinning as she digested this news.

They were going back to the war.