TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
03.01
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01.28
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● "hi gay, i'm dad"[break] ● villainy is in fashion[break] ● most of her heart's locked up
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luca's profile
she's a model, so there's no doubt that she's very pretty, but rather than put her looks to any use indulging in the inferior masses, she flaunts it just out of arm's length. most of the ooglers tend to be of the male variety, anyway, and luca only eyes eyes for fellow females. or, more accurately, she only has eyes for Elise Kyeriugon, the woman she's been in love with since their shared childhood. anyone else can only ever be second best, and with quite a gap between. not worth her time, truly.
It had been a long time since she'd stepped foot on Lyeant soil. Tragic, perhaps, that a war had transpired in her absence, one that had ravished the land once familiar and regurgitated it as something broken, ugly, hard to look at – but then again, when she technically played a hand in its destruction, it wasn't exactly fair to go about complaining about it. Despite the changes, however, despite the filth that a once-beautiful region had become at the hands of a single organization, Luca found that there was not much in herself that cried for complaint. She did not love Lyeant because it was pretty. What a superficial thought. She loved Lyeant because it was, solely, irreversibly home, and no war would change that. Her heart had ached for it for so long overseas, ached for as long as it was able, and while looking at it now stirred in her no such heart break, no morsel of relief, logic still dictated that a younger her would have sobbed at the chance to be standing where she stood now. Most important, however, was not the look of the land or the fact that it had once stood beneath her feet in days less terrible: it was who struggled and succeeded here when she had not been able to. Those whose faces she had burned into memory and had kept her from succumbing entirely to that man's wicked and vile ways. Familial love; platonic love (or maybe not). Her plane had landed, and that was what she felt upon taking her very first steps off of it. There were things to be done here before all was said and done – such terrible, horrible things, a second coming of the apocalypse, if she did say so herself – but there was one single thing her grand designs could wait for. One single person whose face she had to see once more. Personally. No more half-forgotten memories, no more peeling images put together haphazardly by a desperate mind.[break][break]
Elise Kyeriugon was somewhere out there, beyond the broken roads and fallen houses, and she, as she'd always been, was priority number one.[break][break]
Tracking down an address wasn't nearly the feat expectations had played it out to be, however. In the time that she, herself had been striking it large on foreign soil as a “woman of the camera”, Elise had taken her place as one of her home region's most esteemed Elite Four members, and the press had taken special notice of her young age upon joining and early retirement alongside other, more wrinkled faces. By now, as the media so often did, their attention had turned to the new comers, all of them youths of exceptional age for their position, but the leftover scraps of yesteryear's excitement did their job well in finding her a number to call, a home to visit, and a name splattered everywhere that she had missed perhaps more than she realized. The phone call was foregone, however. The last surprise that had been thrown their way had been a terrible one that ripped them far apart (ripped her alone apart even further); this one would be pleasant, a reunion, and while Elise had never been the most excitable of characters even in their bright-eyed youth, she could still ask the legendaries for even just a smile at her unannounced return. Yes, a smile – that would be all she needed.[break][break]
Unfortunately for all, though, the model knew much of keeping discreet in the shadows, but couldn't dial down the fanfare of her arrival in public in even the slightest. Cars were a commodity only for the rich, particularly the ones who didn't have an Arcanine or Rapidash for convenient fast travel, but a limousine, of all things, had been her choice of transport, and if the rare vehicle alone hadn't garnered the unwanted attention of bystanders, her... shall we say flashy attire and the attendant that followed her on exit bearing cases full of who knew what certainly had head staying in her direction. For once, she wasn't actually trying to cause a scene. Regrettably, when one has wealth to flaunt and forgets to hide it, the outcome usually went as such. If anyone dared to do anything more than gawk at her ride, her company, or the anything-but-modest attire she wore in a place that likely saw very little of any of the above, she didn't pay much attention to them, and none got so far as to stand in her way. No, rather, the door before her held her full attention – three rapid knocks, loud enough to be heard throughout the entire home – and, despite her insides made of cold, hard ice, even she couldn't help but feel apprehension wash over her like waves. It had been a long time since they had seen each other, hadn't it? Long enough that no one could blame the former Elite Four member from forgetting a sharp-tongued child and her battle-ready sister. It was no wonder why Luca remembered Elise – but in the reverse? Such could not be so certain.[break][break]
But the door opened, finally, and the face on the other side was no different than that which she wanted (had wanted for so long) to see. The Imum member took her shades in one hand and removed them with a flourish, hand on hip, lip tugged up on one side in a way that supposedly made weaker men melt. (Plastic, plastic, plastic. The woman across the threshold deserved better than this, but the butterflies had taken her stomach hostage, and if she offered something genuine, she wasn't sure it wouldn't be tears.)[break][break]
“Long time, no see, Ely. Guess who's finally back in town?”
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Okay, so I stared at this plotter and tried to come up with a suitable plot reply for literal hours because I really? Love?? This character??? And how DARE he not have any plots, excuse. Unfortunately, I'm, like, the worst possible plotting partner, so you're stuck with the best I could come up with. *wipes brow nervously* Fortunately, I've got a whole army of other characters, so if you'd still like to thread with me but this doesn't work out, you can hit up any of those losers and we can go from there. But - I should probably actually pitched this idea to you. |D Without further adieu...[break][break]
Luca is a woman of few shady schemes, but few and none are two drastically different things. Her father was an avid researcher of shadow Pokemon, like those created by Cipher in Orre, and while he has since passed, his daughter has tried to carry on his work with varying levels of motivation, time input, and success. She's only now working on a "big project" (that will likely spell very bad things, hohoho, but that's for another time), but it wouldn't be far fatched to say that she has, in the past, done some pretty questionable things to or with Pokemon. One such scheme/experiment could have been thwarted by Qin in the past, sparing the poor Pokemon that it would have come at the expense of, but ultimately leaving a thorn in Luca's side that hasn't worn off with time. Whether he specifically caught her in the act and would remember her as she remembers him now could be entirely up to you - although, if that happened, we'd probably need some way of covering the event up. Pokemon experimentation and abuse doesn't exactly help a person's future public image. X'D Either way, this could have happened any number of years in the past, and in any given region. Luca was born in Lyeant, but spent a while - right up until the timeline of the site, in fact - in another region that I totally forgot to name her in her biography, so the when and the where could literally be anything. =w=b[break][break]
Time's passed, though, but Luca remembers Qin and what he did as vividly as the day it happened. While that project was no real loss in the grand scheme of things, getting back at him is: a) a band-aid to a wounded pride, and b) a way of making sure he doesn't somehow interfere with her current plans, the likes of which aren't going to be so easy to shrug off the failure of. She's very much a passive aggressive, sneaky sort of person, so I couldn't see her doing anything as up front as attacking him out of the blue from the get go. Honestly, she'd probably try to publicly humiliate him first, hoping to drive him away via social shame, and if (probably when, considering who we're dealing with), try for more, um, physical ways of paying back old dues. If any of this sounds good at all, we can iron out more concrete ideas as to how she might go about doing both of those. ;o[break][break]
So, in short: enemies (or, at least, heavily one-sided vendetta, haha) with a bit of history? What say you~? qin yinlong
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TWENTY-EIGHT >> SHE / HER >> MODEL / NEO-IMUM GRUNT >> HOMOSEXUAL
wazzap, boss? Luca is an... interesting grunt, to say the very least, and unfortunately your only grunt of right now. I say "interesting" because she doesn't really have the standard motivations of typical Imum member. She was technically a member of the original, of course, albeit having spent her entire time off-region and providing support from afar via resources, money, and tactics, but she's not really about "saving all the Pokemon", or even "murder all the humans". She does have her nefarious motivations, of course - but I'm keeping that under lock an key for now, mwahaha, just like she is. ;3[break][break]
Basically, all you need to know is she's sassy and kind of stuck up, doesn't respect Arin's authority at all - but she does technically do what she's told all the time, unless the order has something to do with "shutting up".[break][break]
I'd love to do a thread - perhaps with Kadri, the deputy, as well, since they're the only three current Neo-Imums? - where Luca just kind of. Shows up. With a big case of money. And is like, "I'm back, bitches, and I'm funding the whole operation now." If things go well, we can have a sort-of rivalry, or at least angry tension where Arin tries to establish her dominance/rank over Luca, and Luca's just like, "Hahahaha, jerk, you what" and everyone else in Neo-Imum is groaning in the background like "Shut uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup." What say you? c:
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TWENTY-EIGHT >> SHE / HER >> MODEL / NEO-IMUM GRUNT >> HOMOSEXUAL
Post by LUCA ZEPPELI on Feb 10, 2018 12:43:31 GMT -6
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LUCA ZEPPELI
'S THREAD & RELATIONSHIP TRACKER
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LUCA[break] ZEPPELI
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pink lipstick stains, cigarette butts. i lie in bed - i hate my guts. a day in the dark, a murdered afternoon. oh baby, darling, how i'd love to become your suicide blonde, to lay beside my romeo. oh, what a wicked way to go. it only takes two lonely people to mess love up and make it evol. it only takes a drop of evil to mess up two beautiful people. candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker. every kiss you give me makes me sicker. a day in the dark, a day in a clouded gloom.
And then you can write about that relation here! Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers. Let off a sharp burst, and then turn away. Roll over, spin 'round, and come in behind them. Move to their blindsides and fire again. Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind, ten ME-109's out of the sun. Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them; heading straight for them, I press down my guns.
And then you can write about that relation here! Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers. Let off a sharp burst, and then turn away. Roll over, spin 'round, and come in behind them. Move to their blindsides and fire again. Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind, ten ME-109's out of the sun. Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them; heading straight for them, I press down my guns.
if chosen over heaven, earth will have been for them[break] all along, only another region of hell
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01. You are above your peers from the day you are born: of this, you are certain.[break][break]
02. You score higher in tests, know all of the answers in class, read books intended for children with years' gain over you. Their game are trivial, their antics infantile. Even your sister succumbs to the stupidity you've dodged as a bullet: insufferable to be around, a thorn in your side. You hate the lot of them from the beginning.[break][break]
03. Your childhood is empty. Mama and Papa don't love each other like they're supposed to; you push your sister down when she reaches out for your hands. Surely, the worlds crafted in storybooks are better; you use them as your escape.[break][break]
04. Then Elise arrives in your life.[break][break]
05. A future you will look back on these days in embarrassment; in the moment, you milk the opportunity for all it is worth.[break][break]
06. An intellectual equal – a peer you can feel on par with. She's as much a godsend as anything that has ever been (will ever be) sent to you, and you make a monopoly of her time as a result. Not that she seems to mind much at all. You tell her of all the fanatical worlds you've read of, and she speaks to you of the childhood she'd led before your orbits overlapped and you came crashing into one another. The novel you read speaks of soulmates, and it's all you think of when you give into childish giddiness and swear a promise:[break][break]
Best friends forever.[break][break]
07. Years pass. Your parents are no more happy with one another, but Elise proves to be a better influence on you than giving you a friend. You reconnect with your sisters on the days you do not spend at your blonde friend's home, and while the words you offer the people around you are sharp, the razor's edge has dulled to scratch, rather than slice.[break][break]
08. Boys can't keep your interest. You have Elise – all you ever need is Elise.[break][break]
09. (The world takes her away from you, anyway.)[break][break]
10. Packed bags, moving trucks; Mama and Papa break like ice beneath a pickax, and your family is split in two just the same. Two daughters, one for each parent. Bye-bye, Gaia, see you on weekends. Papa takes your hand, and suddenly, it's all gone: the house, the schoolyard, the children you thought yourself better than, and the girl your heart beat fast for. You don't even get the proper chance to say goodbye.[break][break]
11. You don't see Gaia one weekends. You don't see Gaia ever. Mama keeps her away, wno't let her come near, so Papa doesn't let you go near, either.[break][break]
12. You'd be mad her her if you wouldn't have done the same.[break][break]
13. Relations with your father had been virtually non-existent at best. He was never a family man, apparently too caught up in troublesome memories of a past in Orre, and the most he ever did in your life was take up space at the dining room table and take the second helpings that you had wanted, even if he never finished them.[break][break]
14. He sneers at you now – vile, twisted – and promises to 'make something out of you yet'.[break][break]
15. Pokemon with artificially closed hearts, violent, apathetic, powerful. Orre was teeming with them. Could the same thing be done to optimize a human being? (Together, you'll find out.)[break][break]
16.Papa, no – Papa, why – Papa, I thought you loved me – [break][break]
17. He calls you all sorts of terrible names, does all sorts of terrible things to you. It hurts for the longest time. And then, even when it still should: it doesn't.[break][break]
18. Imum happens thousands of miles away. They pay pretty penny for the research Papa does (and you, his loyal guinea pig, too hollow to say anything otherwise), and though neither of you step foot on Lyeant soil, you become remote members, aiding from afar.[break][break]
19. You'd thought, emptily, his greatest project would come to a close and you would be spared. It doesn't.[break][break]
20. You're almost there, so close, practically a perfect specimen of a human with no heart: stronger, without moral, capable of wielding powers just like your Pokemon counterparts. But you're not really perfect. There's one final lock that needs to be done, but no matter what you do, it refuses to budge.[break][break]
Let go of everything, and you can have the world.[break][break]
You try and you try – but your mind keeps going back to one thing, to one face, and tears you shouldn't have left come spilling down all over again.[break][break]
21. Steel against flesh, bullet to the brain. There should be something. Relief. Anger. Sadness. Joy.[break][break]
22. Imum falls, Papa dies, your hands are coated in his blood – and still, you don't feel an Arceus damned thing.[break][break]
23. Hollow, hollow; but it's so easy to hide. Plaster on makeup, smile for the cameras. No one would ever know the difference.[break][break]
24. By all accounts, your father was a failure. Through years of painful abuse and experimentation – the former as much for the sake of it as it was for the sake of the latter – he had succeeded in only making you an almost success. This world around you means nothing, as far as you are concerned. In truth, you'd be surprised to find yourself upset by a knife pressed to your own throat, cutting, cutting. A younger you would have begged for it and the release it would bring, but a younger you had emotions to spare.[break][break]
Where he failed – or, maybe, where you failed – was in cutting your ties to what lies within the world. Memories of Gaia and Elise, of your childhood that you can't help but still love so come flooding in, and no Shadow Pokemon has the capacity for sorrow.[break][break]
It hurts – more – because you don't feel anything otherwise, anything at all. Surely, it would be better to surrender entirely to the emptiness and the meaningless violence that your Papa had planned for you. Surely, it would be better if you could just let go.[break][break]
25. Lyeant looms on the horizon, closing in with each inch of water crossed. You have plans for this wretch of a place:[break][break]
You will finish what your father started, and[break][break]
The personification of “villainy is in fashion”, really. Part time Neo-Imum grunt, full time model, Luca Zeppeli alternates between wowing the region of Lyeant with her womanly charms and plotting its demise, all depending on the hour of the day. Her motivations are unclear to any and all, outside of herself; she's no Pokemon activist, dreaming of a utopia free of humanity's cruelty, nor does she appear to harbor any hatred for her race as an entire unit, at least nothing so strong as to wish them all dead. The closest link was her prior involvement in the old Imum, but even then, such was from a distance far enough that none would have been the wiser about her identity and involvement. Just what does this decadent woman want out of her involvement with the group's second coming?
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>>> FRIENDSHIP
Luca is a decadent woman before all else. She enjoys the spotlight first and foremost, but many of her nights are spent in high class parties, drinking with the wealthy, the beautiful, the elite, and sleeping off another horrible hangover come morning. Only the flashiest aspects of life seem to give her any shred of entertainment anymore. The books she once buried her nose in have since lost their charm, their stories hollow, their themes lost on a mind that has seen the worst and come out of it broken. The life of the party is the only way to distract herself, then, and the only way to keep it in her grasp is to be the life of the party: all consuming, all joyous, all inclusive. If you're within reach, she will attempt to suck you in, inject her sense of “fun” into you whether you want it or not. To some, it's a blessing – a way to break out of shells – and to others, a curse – forced into a situation they care not for and have no intention of staying with. Unfortunately, at the end of the day, this is how she treats any and all. Names? Faces? They matter not. Her “best friend” of the night is forgotten by morning, replaced with another by evening, and while her recycling of people seems to be caused by carelessness and foolishness, this self-isolation is calculate. She doesn't want lasting relationships: so she'll suck you in, and then she'll spit you out, and that will all you'll ever be to the eldest Zeppeli daughter.[break][break]
>>> HATESHIP
She does not hate. Those aren't the words of a pacifist, mind you, or of a soul too forgiving of even the cruelest of people that she would overlook their wrong-doings without so much as a second thought. She does not hate because she cannot hate – it's not within her incredibly limited scope of actual human emotion. She killed her father, the man who should have been the object of all of her rage and contempt and fear, but life proved no different with it in him than without, and since that moment, she's come to accept that she cannot hold grudges, cannot grow annoyed, will not hold anything against a person, but will never feel anything at their lose. Just as friends are recyclable, so, too, are human lives, used up to their fullest, then tossed away without second thought or capacity for remorse. She is not so insecure with her career as to view other models as “rivals”, nor does she have the drive to move up in Neo-Imum to have reason to step on the heads of others within their group. Some would think a lack of anger and a lack of enemies would be a blessing. To Luca, it's simply dull.[break][break]
>>> LOVESHIP
If her hate is out of the question, you should understand, then, why love is just the same. No one in the world can move her heart after what has been done to her, nor does she want anyone to have that power. … Or, well, that's what she'd have people believe. In truth, there are two entities in Lyeant who can still make her conflict, can still make her feel the echo of emotions long-lost: her sister, object of platonic love, and her childhood friend, object of romantic love. Outside of them, she simply can't love another, nor is she interested in the physicality of “love making”; if your name is not Elise, you do not belong here.[break][break]
>>> WANTED
I'd love to get her involved with other members of Alstromeria Studios, as well as other members of Neo-Imum if anyone ever MAKES any, sdlfjkhdsfjsdhfsdjfh! I actually have some extra secret plans for her in the future, although as of current, there are no real roles in that grand scheme that need to get filled ASIDE FROM MORE NEO-IMUMS, C'MON, GUYS. Until then... throw whoever at her? She's very pretty, so flirt away, I guess. If you're a party animal, so is she, go ham. ;o
