Entry tags:
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( PLAYER INFORMATION )
Name: DJ
Contact:![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
biomagnet / aim psitaniums / eeveester{@}gmail.com
Are you over 17?: Yes, I even remember what VHS is!
Characters: Nope.
( CHARACTER INFORMATION )
Name / work name: Misha Hunt / "Pandora"
Canon: What To Do 'Verse (Original)
Canon point: Only a few weeks after returning from the Global Guardians fiasco.
AU/CRAU: OC.
Age: 22.
( History. It's gigantic. )
( Personality. Also pretty big. )
Debt: Perhaps very predictably, Misha is entering the work force in exchange for the ability to locate her home universe amidst the mass of the interspace. As this will likely not take too much of her life away and the Witch seems powerful and mystically-bullshit enough to actually make it happen, Misha has little to lose in giving it a shot. After all, she still assumes her world-hopping will work even if she can't just fly off the island.
Suitability: As far as Misha is concerned, she made the deal willingly. Because it's something she wants so dearly, she expects to be working for a while with a large payoff — she will be diligent in her tasks, but not without some occasional complaint in order to let off steam. Unless an earthshattering discovery about the Witch's trustworthiness is made, she is content to be a good little worker 'til either her debt is up or something shakes up the contract.
Previous game info:
Inventory:
- Standard summer clothes
- Messenger bag
- Various outfits
- Wallet with ID, $50 in American bills, credit cards designed to hack into local bank accounts to siphon money where necessary
- Prescription glasses.
- Small tub of concealer for her facial scarring
- Toiletries
- ALFRED (visor, arm band, earpieces)
( Abilities. )
NOTES: Due to the nature of Misha's canonhopping, I generally give the players of any game she is in the chance to decide if she might know their canon. All posts will be opt-in and one "NO" supersedes any "YES" received. See her permissions tag for plenty of examples. If this is outright not allowed, simply say so and her knowledge will be limited to generalities.
Also, this is ALFRED. Say goodbye to ALFRED until Misha can reclaim him.
Characterization sample: "ALFRED, what is that reading?"
I believe it says—
"Shut up," Misha interrupted. Rhetorical questions were lost on snarky computer programs. It was a dying art, and one she lost indulgence in whenever it was just her and ALFRED hitting the road. Spaceroad. Okay, fine, the interspace. Whenever she wasn't in New York with the League, it was always just her and ALFRED. Buddy cops except where one is a multiversal vagabond and the other was a souped-up iPod.
She could only hope that didn't actually exist somewhere out there.
"You know what I meant. Anyway, that's a lot of energy. Somebody leave their lights on? I'd hate to see that power bill."
It is the largest signal we've found yet in this interspace. I feel as though I should mention it does not match any readings gleaned from yourself or K'taur during his brief visit to our planet.
Misha slowed her approach to the world. Through the lens of ALFRED's visor, it was practically on fire with the readings. "Does it match anything else?" she asked cautiously. That it didn't match the galactic power meant it was an unnatural object in the interspace. As far as anyone had been able to tell, anyway.
It looks nuclear. Radiation levels are inconsequential; it appears that the atmosphere of the interspace is neutralizing it once it has escaped its containment.
"Which would make explain at least some of the readings, right?" asked Misha quietly. She didn't need to ask why an entire world—containing its own, incredibly real universe—would be bursting at the seams with nuclear energy. It sent horrible chills down her spine, but she didn't need to ask. "ALFRED, mark that world as Do Not Enter: Radiation, You Punk." The view in her visor went momentarily pixelated before reforming with her self-made title emblazoned across the general body of the warring world. With one last look, she moved on and around it with a generous berth.
Her only question was whether it would still be there when she next passed by.
Name: DJ
Contact:
Are you over 17?: Yes, I even remember what VHS is!
Characters: Nope.
( CHARACTER INFORMATION )
Name / work name: Misha Hunt / "Pandora"
Canon: What To Do 'Verse (Original)
Canon point: Only a few weeks after returning from the Global Guardians fiasco.
AU/CRAU: OC.
Age: 22.
( History. It's gigantic. )
( Personality. Also pretty big. )
Debt: Perhaps very predictably, Misha is entering the work force in exchange for the ability to locate her home universe amidst the mass of the interspace. As this will likely not take too much of her life away and the Witch seems powerful and mystically-bullshit enough to actually make it happen, Misha has little to lose in giving it a shot. After all, she still assumes her world-hopping will work even if she can't just fly off the island.
Suitability: As far as Misha is concerned, she made the deal willingly. Because it's something she wants so dearly, she expects to be working for a while with a large payoff — she will be diligent in her tasks, but not without some occasional complaint in order to let off steam. Unless an earthshattering discovery about the Witch's trustworthiness is made, she is content to be a good little worker 'til either her debt is up or something shakes up the contract.
Inventory:
- Standard summer clothes
- Messenger bag
- Various outfits
- Wallet with ID, $50 in American bills, credit cards designed to hack into local bank accounts to siphon money where necessary
- Prescription glasses.
- Small tub of concealer for her facial scarring
- Toiletries
- ALFRED (visor, arm band, earpieces)
( Abilities. )
NOTES: Due to the nature of Misha's canonhopping, I generally give the players of any game she is in the chance to decide if she might know their canon. All posts will be opt-in and one "NO" supersedes any "YES" received. See her permissions tag for plenty of examples. If this is outright not allowed, simply say so and her knowledge will be limited to generalities.
Also, this is ALFRED. Say goodbye to ALFRED until Misha can reclaim him.
ALFRED (A Little, Friendly & Remarkably Efficient Device) is the soft AI built into the arm brace that acts as Misha's computer, cell phone and music player. Its function is served through wireless earphones (with micro receiver) and a frameless visor attached to said earphones that Misha near-constantly wears — either over her eyes to see or up on her head as part of the band. It was programmed by Hank as a means to help Misha master the ins-and-outs of flying via the interface and prescription on her visor, and act as a GPS and communication device. After several months of trial and error, ALFRED contains a program to place, map and identify worlds within the interspace that is essential for Misha to travel free-range between worlds. The smart-headband added shortly after creation to hold her hair back whenever she takes flight is one of her favorite features, despite being relatively low-tech. ALFRED based its pool of responses on the vocabulary Misha has used on it, making him snarky and not very formal as a result. It is not truly capable of learning on its own and, while its range of understanding questions is vast, there are a variety of functions it cannot perform nor does it automatically pick up on tasks it was not programmed to do. Hacking into available satellites to determine date and current atmosphere of the world they've just landed in is a recent, but extremely useful addition. What? There isn't always a convenient newspaper stand just around the corner.( SAMPLE )
Characterization sample: "ALFRED, what is that reading?"
I believe it says—
"Shut up," Misha interrupted. Rhetorical questions were lost on snarky computer programs. It was a dying art, and one she lost indulgence in whenever it was just her and ALFRED hitting the road. Spaceroad. Okay, fine, the interspace. Whenever she wasn't in New York with the League, it was always just her and ALFRED. Buddy cops except where one is a multiversal vagabond and the other was a souped-up iPod.
She could only hope that didn't actually exist somewhere out there.
"You know what I meant. Anyway, that's a lot of energy. Somebody leave their lights on? I'd hate to see that power bill."
It is the largest signal we've found yet in this interspace. I feel as though I should mention it does not match any readings gleaned from yourself or K'taur during his brief visit to our planet.
Misha slowed her approach to the world. Through the lens of ALFRED's visor, it was practically on fire with the readings. "Does it match anything else?" she asked cautiously. That it didn't match the galactic power meant it was an unnatural object in the interspace. As far as anyone had been able to tell, anyway.
It looks nuclear. Radiation levels are inconsequential; it appears that the atmosphere of the interspace is neutralizing it once it has escaped its containment.
"Which would make explain at least some of the readings, right?" asked Misha quietly. She didn't need to ask why an entire world—containing its own, incredibly real universe—would be bursting at the seams with nuclear energy. It sent horrible chills down her spine, but she didn't need to ask. "ALFRED, mark that world as Do Not Enter: Radiation, You Punk." The view in her visor went momentarily pixelated before reforming with her self-made title emblazoned across the general body of the warring world. With one last look, she moved on and around it with a generous berth.
Her only question was whether it would still be there when she next passed by.