Ayane458

Setting: Mother of Invention Name: {Redacted,Level1} Age: 29 Alias: Alaska (‘Ali’) Nationality: Lithuanian Appearance: Alaska is what most would consider attractive. Tall at 5’11, with straight black hair cut into a bob and dark hazel eyes. Olive skin (it is assumed she has ancestry outside her country of origin) and well-muscled, although when wearing civilian clothing she tends to hide this. Her overall appearance is that of a model. Personality: Seems to greatly prefer the company of herself over that of others. However, she does have a desire to be accepted and values friends very highly, even remaining loyal to th

RULES: - Pick 10 of your OC in any order. If you don’t have 10 characters use canon. - Don't look at the questions while picking the characters! - Link back to the blank. - Have fun! PICK YOUR VICTIMS! 1. Nevada 2. Massachusetts 3. New Jersey 4. Illinois 5. Kentucky 6. Louisiana 7. Alaska 8. Wash 9. South 10. North ------------- 1. How will [Nevada] describe [Louisiana]? Nevada: Oh, well… he seems very smart! He’s nice to me, but we haven’t really talked much. 2. [Kentucky] and [Illinois] were locked in a closet together. What does [10] see when he/she found them? Kenni: Well, this is cosy. Illinois: Just help

There was very little blood from South, you see. It was quite disappointing. After all the pain she’d caused, all the people she’d betrayed, all the minds she had tipped over the edge… just a tiny, quick spurt of blood from the back of the helmet hardly seemed fair. Her helmet, yes, must have caught most of it –you don’t get shot in the head and just bleed a tiny bit, that would be silly. Head wounds are supposed to bleed a lot, right? She also took a long, long time to fall properly. Her knees buckled almost instantly and she wasn’t standing up right, but it had taken her head such a long time to hit t

We were supposed to be the perfect couple. York and Carolina (no Carolina and York for he always followed her) (until now) the greatest Project Freelancer could produce, standing on a pedestal above their fellow agents, acting as a symbol of strength and unity in times of strife. A testament to the achievements of humanity. When did we lose that? Why am I on the verge of (finally) giving him back his lighter, a part of him I've kept for myself for years? Why can I hear fighting and the sounds of the Project tearing itself apart, the sounds of my father's work betraying him? Is my father's approval worth so much to me? (how is this dif

The diggers' camp in Sandtrap was dark, lit only by lamps scattered here and there. Most of the lights were out in the tents surrounding the Elephant. One of the few bright tents was massive, ideal for storage. And that's why Grif was heading for it. It had been God-only-knows how long since he'd had a decent meal. The guys here must have something. He was willing to risk getting caught sneaking around if it meant he got a chance at something better than sand. Maybe they'd even have Oreos… With that beautiful thought in mind, Grif slipped past the guards– "I'm telling you man, Superman could kick Batman's ass. I mean, sure, Batman's got t

Looking back on it now, South could clearly pinpoint the exact moment it happened. Oh, there was a build-up –frustrated words, poorly concealed impatience, a much tenser air than what they were used to. Given South's prickly-as-a-porcupine temper and Wash's habit of bringing it out with the most idiotic comments, that said a lot. But there was one moment where everything just snapped, where nothing would go back to how it was ever again because nothing could take it back. It had been your average night on the Mother of Invention. Those who picked the short straw with their AI had begun their nightly chorus of mad shrieks and hysterical laug

Wash sat awkwardly on one side of the bed, shifting uncomfortably, freezing in place when he realised he was just irritating South further. He drew his knees up to his chest and hugged them tight, as if he could protect himself from the rage of the woman on the other end of the bed. He felt very vulnerable just sitting there, but he didn't dare get up to get dressed in fear of provoking her. They'd… well, they'd done it. And admittedly, it was Wash's first time (he didn't know about South, and wasn't sure he wanted to), but that wasn't the issue. If he'd been rubbish, South would just tease him endlessly before promising to get him more prac