Ooh, another one! How'd that feel?
120
YEARS OLD
played by
Maruzura
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[nospaces] [attr="class","back-thing2"] [attr="class","app-title"]NOX PAYTON, Inventor [attr="class","sub-thing2"] [attr="class","sub-text2"]Physical Description  [attr="class","temp-text2"]Nox measures in at 160 cm, or 5 feet 2 inches, not counting the extra height her boots provide her. With the distinct exception of her heavy overcoat, Nox only wears light and loose clothing, enjoying the freedom she feels they afford her. On more than one occasion, she has been asked to button her shirt or leave the premises. Many of Pavane's fancier establishments turn her away on sight, as her denim shorts are more short than denim these days. Other than that, she often wears black swimwear beneath everything, its visibility being the main issue most establishments take up with her. Unable to bothered with proper hair accessories, she keeps her azure hair at bay with a wooden clothespin she picked up on the street. Gleaming, her eyes boast an unnerving shade of purple-pink. Constantly clipped to her overcoat are her old CISD ID and a deprecated pair of eyeglasses from before she went away. Several piercings decorate her right ear, their possible purpose and function beyond fashion are unknown. The same can be said of her choker. A peculiar white box slung over her shoulder with a bright yellow strap contains the fruits of her labours. [attr="class","app-bottom"]120 | [attr="class","app-bottom"]PANSEXUAL | [attr="class","app-bottom"]ELF |
[break][break] [attr="class","sub-thing2"] [attr="class","sub-text2"]Personality  [attr="class","temp-text2"] Dynamic Recidivism, Part I [break]"Now, that, that is a drink." Nox grinned ear-to-ear, having downed the canned beverage in a single gulp. "No fizzy drinks in lockup, that's for sure." The elf crushed the empty can, dropping it into a pile of takeout waste. "I have been on a tear to eat all the good shit they denied me in the boneyard. So you'll have to excuse the mess. La la la." she hummed off-tune as she made her way around to the kitchen. "Prprprprprpr, perfect." The elf opened a bottle of milk and poured herself a glass. "Oh, that's good. Did you pick this out yourself? Real good. You know, when I was released, I wasn't sure I'd ever get to enjoy stuff like this, you know? On a 'me' level. Do you want a glass? You'll have to be careful not to stir, though. Say 'ahhhh'!" Nox held her glass towards the angel ropebound to the chair. "C'mon now. You're going to deny a released convict some normal GODDESSDAMNED conversation?! No wonder they locked me away. Pavane is overrun with people like you. Just not able to connect to others. Goddesses, I want to connect with someone about now. That reminds me, I've actually got a date lined up tonight, and you're not ruining my mood for me now." Nox sighed and rummaged through the white box slung over her shoulder. "Okay so, while not, explicitly, made for such situations," she hummed some more and produced a sealed glass test tube with glowing blue contents before continuing, "I think I can make it work for me now. Don't worry, I won't ask you to open your mouth, I've learnt my lesson." Nox, glaring at the angel throughout the ordeal, held the test tube in her teeth and forced open the angel's jaws with gloved hands. "Whoosh!" With a sharp exhale, the elf blew the tube into the angel's mouth from her own. For good measure, Nox flicked the sealed cap twice and ducked behind the kitchen counter. [break][break] [attr="class","sub-thing2"] [attr="class","sub-text2"]History and Relations  [attr="class","temp-text2"]"They convicted me on all kinds of charges, some very nasty ones included as well. Whoosh, a life sentence or death penalty, whichever came first was how they explained it to me. So scoot forward a good hundred years, now the CISD has produced nothing worthwhile during this time and is headed up by a long line of ineffectual, effete fools. Cue 'the powers that be' finally logging down just how good I was at what I did, what they had previously called treachery of the highest order I think, and releasing me right back to the CISD. A one-week grace period, blind-eye policy, whatever you want to call it, was alotted to me and I've already cleared myself a corner office and laboratory with minimal property damage and maximal damage to other persons. Me, an inventor yet again! That grace period thing ends tomorrow so you're caught some bad luck, in this regard." Nox leapt off the counter she'd been sitting on and removed the tube from the angel's mouth. "That tube was a joke, by the way. These are meant to detonate in the air. Surface detonation is so much less efficient, honestly. That was the main focus of my research in the con college. Really, it's all there. Etched into the walls, floor, every surface I could use, all the math is there. Now, I have it on good authority that you're like the cousin or something of one of the Council hogs who nicked me in the first place?" The angel opened their mouth to protest, only to be met by a yellow test tube to the mouth. Nox threw on her overcoat and packed up all her things. "True or not, I don't really care and I don't think there's much you can say that matters to me now. I'm doing this for me, and for science, blah blah blah. Now, the yellow ones, those are for standard surface detonation, see. Standard morphing, oxygen to fire. The glow comes from some mix of accelerants. The real trade secret though is running morphology not just from a distance but in a sealed space. Maybe you can figure it out when it detonates, I wouldn't know. I've not been that close to it to see for myself. Move and see what happens, tell a soul you saw me and maybe find out I left some tubes laying around the place." she laughed as she jumped out of the house from an open window. The angel remained in the chair, sweating out muffled cries. Nox neglected to tell the angel that that test tube was a dummy as well. [break][break] "Yes! Sorry I'm late, got held up picking out new furniture for my office, what kind of projects can we ruin today?" joked Nox to her unnerved CISD subordinates. [break][break] [attr="class","app-bottom"]GIRLS' FRONTLINE, K11 |
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