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harbingersoul) wrote2012-03-11 08:25 pm
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†. 000 | DDD Application
Application Posted: March 11, 2012
Accepted: March 18, 2012
Player LJ:dreamoftheroselin
Way to contact you:
Email: rosethornli@gmail.com
Plurk: dreamoftheroselin
Are you at least 15?: Very much yes!
Current Characters: Tendou Kasumi, Tendou Nabiki.
Character: Yuca Collabel
Fandom: Immortal Rain
Character Notes:
History:
There was once a man named Methuselah who died peacefully of old age, having had the longest life ever lived, and woke again to find the world changed. He lived, died, and awoke, carrying knowledge with him, again, and again, repeat for eternity. Once, wandering the dessert, starved and thirsting, he saw the horizon and realized: I am alone in this. He has been a hero, a child, a healer, an outcast—every possible existence. The cycle is paused to follow him in this life, where he has opened his eyes to a war brewing between countries of no importance, and thrown his lot in with personal interest. He will develop weapons with knowledge of the past for his own use. If he cannot rest in peace, then he will make certain he can never be reborn again. His name is Yuca Collabel, and he is going to end the world.
*His mother died due to complications after birth. He was raised by relatives. By the age of four, it was clear he was an unusual child: not many toddlers spoke with the certainty of an adult or sought out books of pure text. The government soon took an interest in his education. They paid for the best, a government sponsored boarding school, and within two years, he had completed primary schooling. Yuca was offered a place at university and took it. He finished his secondary education and began graduate school for theology and genetics. The war, cold before his birth, picked up to the point of aerial retaliation inside of countries themselves. The university is damaged by missiles, and Yuca is moved to a church in neutral territory that doubles as an orphanage. Conveniently, there is a research and development lab nearby. The government has plans for him—though not nearly as intricate as his own for them.
Yuca has been publishing research papers under assumed names for years, and continues to at the church. The government has seen his work, and is impressed. If they could use his theories in practice—the making of the perfect weapon would be within reach. He is invited to tour the research lab and mentions in passing an interest in using the labs for real experiments, if it would not be too much trouble, since they have the space. They do better than that and give him run of the lab. Yuca begins experimenting with genetic mortification, first on animals and then with prisoners of war, until he finalizes the Bio-Angel project in late adolescence. He can give a person superhuman strength, speed and regeneration… at the only cost of their sanity and a monstrous appearance.
Yuca continues to experiment with his biological warfare, satellite lasers and mechanical drones. He has his fingers in all the pies, and knows all the codes. His laser-equipped satellite is launched into space. His biological angels are used as weapons set loose against enemy troops. His theological studies complete, and he is ordained into the priesthood. He recites last rights over the dead and thinks little of those his weapons kill; they’re a means to an end. Everyone is a piece in play to this detached individual. Supplies dwindle, and there are not enough war prisoners for the demand of his Bio-Angel project in the war. Yuca bargains with the military for more subjects, suggesting the orphans from the church. They hadn’t seen the effects on children yet. The trick works, and he collects all but his best friend, Rain, who stays behind. Rain, who is dying, and the only person Yuca has cared about in a long, long time.
Missiles are a common sight in the sky by now, even over neutral territory, though it does not stay neutral for long. When the research lab is hit, Rain goes to see the extent of damage, only to find Freya, a girl who had gone with the other orphans to “somewhere better”, wandering the ruins. He’s confused, she wasn't supposed to be here, and Yuca arrives just in time to provide an answer—in the form of a bullet through her heart. Yuca knocks Rain out and feeds him her flesh, infected with the Bio-Angel virus, to causing the initial change in strength and healing. Yuca operates on Rain, giving him two hearts to stabilize his body, leaving his friend a youthful immortal. This keeps him alive to bring him closer than ever to Yuca. He is Methuselah now. Rain is a kind and gentle person. Yuca wants him to understand suffering as a way to understand him, and offers a challenge: “Live six hundred years until I am born again, and tell me if you still love humanity. If you wish for an end, end the world for me. If you wish to continue, kill me, and keep on killing me, or I will destroy the world.” Yuca then shoots himself in the head, the starting bullet for their game of war.
Six hundred years later, Yuca is reborn and integrates himself into a weapons company. He has access to the weapons he made in the past, and uses them just as he planned, restarting the angel project as an incentive to stay with the company. He settles into wait for Rain, who has spent six hundred years with the simple want of an answer to, “Why?”
*Details in the following paragraph are head canon.
Personality:
On the outside, Yuca is calm, quiet, and polite. He always knows what to say. It’s easy to like him, and even if he seems distant, this doesn’t make him unapproachable—simply off in his own world. Yuca is unassuming and easy to pass over. He doesn’t stand out. The general impression is that of an intelligent, well mannered young man. Yuca never loses his cool, and can take charge of a situation for simple fact of confident demeanor: he is practical, and expects his suggestions to be obeyed.
On the inside Yuca is something else entirely, a chaotic and volatile mess brought on by unusual circumstances. For thousands of years he has been reborn with full knowledge of his past lives. Simply, he remembers everything that has ever happened to him. These memories crowd up in his head and leave little room for anything else, let alone the ability to truly perceive the world around him. This could make anyone’s mind fragile and for Yuca it has led to depressive, detached insanity. He can’t care about anything; most of the time he can’t tell the difference between the present and memory. Nothing stands out because everything changes before it can be grasped.
It’s an empty existence he wishes to conclude but there is no end to his cycle. Therefore, he must make one for himself. His goal of world genocide, rather than from malice, stems from a longing to cease existence. If there is no one left to birth him, surely he would be allowed to rest.
Despite his perceived disinterest, Yuca is lonely. Humans are social creatures and he has been alone for a very long time. He wants someone to trust but has given up on that possibility. Relationships last the blink of an eye, fading between one life and the next. Why bother? He wears an array of masks to blend in. Experience has taught him wariness and cynicism-- behaving unnaturally leads to explanations, disbelief, and an unpleasant death. He’s accustomed to being alone but that doesn’t mean he wants to be; there is no other alternative. After all, he can’t take people into the next life with him.
Yuca likes the idea of people as constructs to be admired. They are different from him, even as he was once one of them. As he is now, he can’t be like them. They are too different. He has seen so much that he understands their general patterns of behaviors. Smile, say kind things, and people like you. Give them something and they will be indebted. It takes a lot to surprise him, but when someone does, they hold his attention, going from ‘figment’ to ‘almost real’.
It takes effort to even focus on the outside world, never mind making connections with other people. He is a very good actor and can smile with the best of them, but in the end, he just can’t bond emotionally unless forced. It is a means of protection as much as a result of circumstance.
Yuca has ideas about the way the world works, and relies on those ideas when processing information. ‘If he is polite, and smiles a lot, nobody will notice the gun in his pocket.’ ‘Friends help each other, no matter what.’ ‘People always want something; if he finds it, he can control them.’ ‘There is no God.’ ‘Strike first, or be stricken.’ He plays his part of the script perfectly.
Yuca is a desperate, searching soul trapped in an eternal cycle of reincarnation. No wonder he’s drowning in despair.
Other:
I’ll be taking Yuca pre-cannon. That is, from just before he moves to the church. He’s an eleven year old super genius with designs to make killing machines. Specifically, Angels like this beauty here.
Even though Yuca’s world is technologically advanced, some parts of it are behind the times, like the church, which it only has a TV. Yuca is therefore accessing the community via magic book. Gives more credibility to a hallucination, am I right?
Additional Links:
Immortal Rain Wikipedia Page
Immortal Rain TV Tropes Page
First Person (entry type):
I have accumulated a number of books over my time at the university that the staff was kind enough to pack for my relocation; picture books, fiction, biographies—an eclectic variety, totaling many more boxes than I had expected. I wonder if they added from the library itself. Librarians will do anything to insure the safety of their collection. Knowledge must be preserved.
While emptying the shelves, I came across a collection of fairy tales from further north. One struck me, about a man who falls asleep in the woods and wakes twenty years in the future, avoiding a war and likely death. His family is dead or gone, and his town has changed beyond recognition. It does not say if he dreamed of gunshots and battle or the farming he left behind.
Unkind fate or good fortune? I wonder: what if it had happened to you?
Third Person:
His room is neater than most in the dormitories, spare only at his bedside, plush toys mounted on the bed in rows by size and books lining shelves installed across two walls floor-to-ceiling, spines in straight lines from children’s books to nonfiction. Yuca chooses to stand while a man sits straight backed in his desk chair, taller than him even seated. It is not hard to be, his body just nearing the cusp of puberty.
Every month the government sends an official to check on his progress and, like clockwork, they leave satisfied. Yuca prefers the quiet men in the crisps suits to those who smile too much and insisted to be called by their first name. It is easier when the only noise is the soft flutter of pages. The official flips through his transcript, certifications, a recent diploma, and pauses at the approval for continuing education. Two forms to two different graduate programs; he adjusts is glasses at the second set.
“Theology.”
Yuca offers a polite smile, hands loose at his sides; it makes sense to question a prodigy based in science who has shown little interest in religious scholarship in the past, though some inclination to the subject. Cathedrals are the quietest places, more so than the libraries full of people, too loud, even, to read what he already knew. Campus, once a place of the church now sponsored by the government, held three.
“Religion is a subjective experience, belief purely through faith. Science holds no place.” A pause; he is more talking to himself than the other, “The answers people find are fascinating.”
From totem carvings to high rafters, people had changed their minds across the years without end; such variety they were drawn toward. If there ever was a god, a being who was All and Only, Many or Legion, surely it wound have shown itself to one so reviled as he, even only in hatred. He knew there was nothing, and yet, he could not pull away from the words that brought so many relief: God, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name…
The official receives, as ever, satisfaction, and with it continued sponsorship of their rising star. They may cater to his whims; a doctorate in genetics would be beneficial to them all. Dimly, Yuca feels himself take back his school papers, one beat off a normal response. His ears are ringing with white noise. He should, it was time to rest. He is polite to the official, if tired, a child, who, though smart, requires as much rest as the next. Good bye until next month, get some rest; door clicks shut to a world that seems farther away than it should.
He is alone. He should rest. It is a half hour before he moves to ready for bed.
Accepted: March 18, 2012
Player LJ:
dreamoftheroselinWay to contact you:
Email: rosethornli@gmail.com
Plurk: dreamoftheroselin
Are you at least 15?: Very much yes!
Current Characters: Tendou Kasumi, Tendou Nabiki.
Character: Yuca Collabel
Fandom: Immortal Rain
Character Notes:
History:
There was once a man named Methuselah who died peacefully of old age, having had the longest life ever lived, and woke again to find the world changed. He lived, died, and awoke, carrying knowledge with him, again, and again, repeat for eternity. Once, wandering the dessert, starved and thirsting, he saw the horizon and realized: I am alone in this. He has been a hero, a child, a healer, an outcast—every possible existence. The cycle is paused to follow him in this life, where he has opened his eyes to a war brewing between countries of no importance, and thrown his lot in with personal interest. He will develop weapons with knowledge of the past for his own use. If he cannot rest in peace, then he will make certain he can never be reborn again. His name is Yuca Collabel, and he is going to end the world.
*His mother died due to complications after birth. He was raised by relatives. By the age of four, it was clear he was an unusual child: not many toddlers spoke with the certainty of an adult or sought out books of pure text. The government soon took an interest in his education. They paid for the best, a government sponsored boarding school, and within two years, he had completed primary schooling. Yuca was offered a place at university and took it. He finished his secondary education and began graduate school for theology and genetics. The war, cold before his birth, picked up to the point of aerial retaliation inside of countries themselves. The university is damaged by missiles, and Yuca is moved to a church in neutral territory that doubles as an orphanage. Conveniently, there is a research and development lab nearby. The government has plans for him—though not nearly as intricate as his own for them.
Yuca has been publishing research papers under assumed names for years, and continues to at the church. The government has seen his work, and is impressed. If they could use his theories in practice—the making of the perfect weapon would be within reach. He is invited to tour the research lab and mentions in passing an interest in using the labs for real experiments, if it would not be too much trouble, since they have the space. They do better than that and give him run of the lab. Yuca begins experimenting with genetic mortification, first on animals and then with prisoners of war, until he finalizes the Bio-Angel project in late adolescence. He can give a person superhuman strength, speed and regeneration… at the only cost of their sanity and a monstrous appearance.
Yuca continues to experiment with his biological warfare, satellite lasers and mechanical drones. He has his fingers in all the pies, and knows all the codes. His laser-equipped satellite is launched into space. His biological angels are used as weapons set loose against enemy troops. His theological studies complete, and he is ordained into the priesthood. He recites last rights over the dead and thinks little of those his weapons kill; they’re a means to an end. Everyone is a piece in play to this detached individual. Supplies dwindle, and there are not enough war prisoners for the demand of his Bio-Angel project in the war. Yuca bargains with the military for more subjects, suggesting the orphans from the church. They hadn’t seen the effects on children yet. The trick works, and he collects all but his best friend, Rain, who stays behind. Rain, who is dying, and the only person Yuca has cared about in a long, long time.
Missiles are a common sight in the sky by now, even over neutral territory, though it does not stay neutral for long. When the research lab is hit, Rain goes to see the extent of damage, only to find Freya, a girl who had gone with the other orphans to “somewhere better”, wandering the ruins. He’s confused, she wasn't supposed to be here, and Yuca arrives just in time to provide an answer—in the form of a bullet through her heart. Yuca knocks Rain out and feeds him her flesh, infected with the Bio-Angel virus, to causing the initial change in strength and healing. Yuca operates on Rain, giving him two hearts to stabilize his body, leaving his friend a youthful immortal. This keeps him alive to bring him closer than ever to Yuca. He is Methuselah now. Rain is a kind and gentle person. Yuca wants him to understand suffering as a way to understand him, and offers a challenge: “Live six hundred years until I am born again, and tell me if you still love humanity. If you wish for an end, end the world for me. If you wish to continue, kill me, and keep on killing me, or I will destroy the world.” Yuca then shoots himself in the head, the starting bullet for their game of war.
Six hundred years later, Yuca is reborn and integrates himself into a weapons company. He has access to the weapons he made in the past, and uses them just as he planned, restarting the angel project as an incentive to stay with the company. He settles into wait for Rain, who has spent six hundred years with the simple want of an answer to, “Why?”
*Details in the following paragraph are head canon.
Personality:
On the outside, Yuca is calm, quiet, and polite. He always knows what to say. It’s easy to like him, and even if he seems distant, this doesn’t make him unapproachable—simply off in his own world. Yuca is unassuming and easy to pass over. He doesn’t stand out. The general impression is that of an intelligent, well mannered young man. Yuca never loses his cool, and can take charge of a situation for simple fact of confident demeanor: he is practical, and expects his suggestions to be obeyed.
On the inside Yuca is something else entirely, a chaotic and volatile mess brought on by unusual circumstances. For thousands of years he has been reborn with full knowledge of his past lives. Simply, he remembers everything that has ever happened to him. These memories crowd up in his head and leave little room for anything else, let alone the ability to truly perceive the world around him. This could make anyone’s mind fragile and for Yuca it has led to depressive, detached insanity. He can’t care about anything; most of the time he can’t tell the difference between the present and memory. Nothing stands out because everything changes before it can be grasped.
It’s an empty existence he wishes to conclude but there is no end to his cycle. Therefore, he must make one for himself. His goal of world genocide, rather than from malice, stems from a longing to cease existence. If there is no one left to birth him, surely he would be allowed to rest.
Despite his perceived disinterest, Yuca is lonely. Humans are social creatures and he has been alone for a very long time. He wants someone to trust but has given up on that possibility. Relationships last the blink of an eye, fading between one life and the next. Why bother? He wears an array of masks to blend in. Experience has taught him wariness and cynicism-- behaving unnaturally leads to explanations, disbelief, and an unpleasant death. He’s accustomed to being alone but that doesn’t mean he wants to be; there is no other alternative. After all, he can’t take people into the next life with him.
Yuca likes the idea of people as constructs to be admired. They are different from him, even as he was once one of them. As he is now, he can’t be like them. They are too different. He has seen so much that he understands their general patterns of behaviors. Smile, say kind things, and people like you. Give them something and they will be indebted. It takes a lot to surprise him, but when someone does, they hold his attention, going from ‘figment’ to ‘almost real’.
It takes effort to even focus on the outside world, never mind making connections with other people. He is a very good actor and can smile with the best of them, but in the end, he just can’t bond emotionally unless forced. It is a means of protection as much as a result of circumstance.
Yuca has ideas about the way the world works, and relies on those ideas when processing information. ‘If he is polite, and smiles a lot, nobody will notice the gun in his pocket.’ ‘Friends help each other, no matter what.’ ‘People always want something; if he finds it, he can control them.’ ‘There is no God.’ ‘Strike first, or be stricken.’ He plays his part of the script perfectly.
Yuca is a desperate, searching soul trapped in an eternal cycle of reincarnation. No wonder he’s drowning in despair.
Other:
I’ll be taking Yuca pre-cannon. That is, from just before he moves to the church. He’s an eleven year old super genius with designs to make killing machines. Specifically, Angels like this beauty here.
Even though Yuca’s world is technologically advanced, some parts of it are behind the times, like the church, which it only has a TV. Yuca is therefore accessing the community via magic book. Gives more credibility to a hallucination, am I right?
Additional Links:
Immortal Rain Wikipedia Page
Immortal Rain TV Tropes Page
First Person (entry type):
I have accumulated a number of books over my time at the university that the staff was kind enough to pack for my relocation; picture books, fiction, biographies—an eclectic variety, totaling many more boxes than I had expected. I wonder if they added from the library itself. Librarians will do anything to insure the safety of their collection. Knowledge must be preserved.
While emptying the shelves, I came across a collection of fairy tales from further north. One struck me, about a man who falls asleep in the woods and wakes twenty years in the future, avoiding a war and likely death. His family is dead or gone, and his town has changed beyond recognition. It does not say if he dreamed of gunshots and battle or the farming he left behind.
Unkind fate or good fortune? I wonder: what if it had happened to you?
Third Person:
His room is neater than most in the dormitories, spare only at his bedside, plush toys mounted on the bed in rows by size and books lining shelves installed across two walls floor-to-ceiling, spines in straight lines from children’s books to nonfiction. Yuca chooses to stand while a man sits straight backed in his desk chair, taller than him even seated. It is not hard to be, his body just nearing the cusp of puberty.
Every month the government sends an official to check on his progress and, like clockwork, they leave satisfied. Yuca prefers the quiet men in the crisps suits to those who smile too much and insisted to be called by their first name. It is easier when the only noise is the soft flutter of pages. The official flips through his transcript, certifications, a recent diploma, and pauses at the approval for continuing education. Two forms to two different graduate programs; he adjusts is glasses at the second set.
“Theology.”
Yuca offers a polite smile, hands loose at his sides; it makes sense to question a prodigy based in science who has shown little interest in religious scholarship in the past, though some inclination to the subject. Cathedrals are the quietest places, more so than the libraries full of people, too loud, even, to read what he already knew. Campus, once a place of the church now sponsored by the government, held three.
“Religion is a subjective experience, belief purely through faith. Science holds no place.” A pause; he is more talking to himself than the other, “The answers people find are fascinating.”
From totem carvings to high rafters, people had changed their minds across the years without end; such variety they were drawn toward. If there ever was a god, a being who was All and Only, Many or Legion, surely it wound have shown itself to one so reviled as he, even only in hatred. He knew there was nothing, and yet, he could not pull away from the words that brought so many relief: God, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name…
The official receives, as ever, satisfaction, and with it continued sponsorship of their rising star. They may cater to his whims; a doctorate in genetics would be beneficial to them all. Dimly, Yuca feels himself take back his school papers, one beat off a normal response. His ears are ringing with white noise. He should, it was time to rest. He is polite to the official, if tired, a child, who, though smart, requires as much rest as the next. Good bye until next month, get some rest; door clicks shut to a world that seems farther away than it should.
He is alone. He should rest. It is a half hour before he moves to ready for bed.