Post by NOMA on Jan 22, 2011 4:22:10 GMT -6
NOMA
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Noma is an information gathering program. Her knowledge has limits, but she is often able to search out a solution to most problems, especially the ones she creates for herself, which are many.
Noma dislikes Users, and when Kevin Flynn was putting the Grid together, she didn’t appreciate the new aspects he was bringing to it. When Clu2 staged the coup d’etat against Flynn and Tron, and took over control of the Grid, Noma was more than happy to abide by his rule. No Users, no problems, and she was occasionally known to gather inside information for him when it came to matters of the city.
However, Noma could often get off track. Enjoying the party-life that some of the city offered, she was a frequent patron of the End of Line club that Castor runs, and would often find herself forgetting what she really came to the city for, this being one of her weaknesses. Noma can’t deny a good time, though she will be hard pressed to admit she was wrong in doing so, no matter who she was blowing off.
When Clu2 was reintegrated into Flynn, Noma had to go into hiding for a while, until all of the chatter about loyal followers of Clu2 died down. Once it did, she helped to rebuild the city, even if it was grudgingly. What would happen to it now? When Users began to show up more and more often, she got angrier about the situation as a whole. If Flynn had wanted the perfect system, then his kind couldn’t be there. It didn’t make sense to her and never would.
To break down what is above…her strengths would include information gathering, spying, weaseling her way out of a bad situation. Weaknesses are her bull-headedness, her love for the party life, and her habit of getting herself into situations that could be potentially dangerous for her.
Personality wise, Noma is a manipulative program, very sly and smooth. She knows how to speak to someone to get them to do what she wants, but only if she’s preplanned what is to happen. If in the right situation, Noma can be laid-back, often not caring of a particular outcome as long as she is comfortable, but when something has to do with Users, she would prefer to eradicate the user aspect of the problem entirely. In the right company, she can and has the capacity to be kind, but it is a trait rarely seen in her.
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EXPERIENCE For writing, since I was a child. I'm a professional writer now, published in a few books and literary magazines (none too well known). As far as role-play? Over 14 years. I'm a super-geek.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US Tumblr. Maddie-Son.
CONTACT WTFKatieRae on AIM. Or PM me. Both work.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE Excerpt from "Into The Land of Oz", an old RPG I was a part of.
Sixteen long years...it had been sixteen years, holed up in that prison with Ruggedo, the Gnome King. From the beginning, Ozma knew she did not belong there, but her pleas when she came of age to be set free to return home (where ever that home might be) fell on deaf ears, as Ruggedo didn't care. He only seemed to want her there out of pure sport, and for the longest time the blond princess was unaware of who she truly was, or where she really belonged. In all truth, the only reason she knew what she knew now was because of the picture hanging on her wall. Ozma was basically a slave to the Gnome King, and his advances disgusted her. Up until recently she never knew why he was so interested in someone as normal as her...however normal a fairy could be. Her simple magic kept her from going insane, and thus she created her best friend, Jack Pumpkinhead, to keep her company. Though as the years went on, she felt something more than just a friendship bond growing for him beneath her bosom, in her heart. It was a strange but comforting feeling, and gave her the hope that one day she would be free. The hope was intensified by the feeling of being free with Jack, though Ruggedo didn't care for these childish aspirations. Not that she spoke to him of them, but he seemed to have his own way of hearing her when she did speak to anyone about them. Maybe it was best to keep her mouth shut, because as the days went on, Ruggedo's actions toward her grew stranger. His advances grew more often, and Ozma only felt even more trapped than before. As she did his bidding day by day, she swore to herself to hold onto the few things she still had within herself; hope and love. Hope and love would get her through this...and occasionally a bit of meddling through her picture. The picture had, after all, given her what she'd needed most in life; answers.
Through her picture she learned of who she really was. Able to see anything going on in the land of Oz, Ozma zeroed in on conversations and citizens until she learned she was the rightful heir to the throne of Oz. Genuinely shocked, the young girl stepped away from her picture, thinking hard on how to understand that information. A few days away from the picture, and she was back at it during her free time, or anytime she could slip away from Ruggedo. She was the Princess of Oz...and there were people looking for her. This swelled a lump of hope in her throat, and she quickly tapped the side of her picture.
"Picture? Picture! Show me...show me Dorothy." She said, smiling. It was the name she'd heard a million times. Dorothy this, Dorothy that. Dorothy was going to find Princess Ozma. Dorothy was going to rescue her! Finally, her picture found the band of unlikelys, Dorothy, The Tin Man, The Scarecrow, The Lion, and the good witch, Glinda. This made Ozma clap her hands together in excitement, nearly jumping up and down. Now they could be free! She could be free with Jack, they would be away from this awful place, and no worries would they have anymore. Freedom...even the word sent shivers down her spine. Oh, how she couldn't wait to tell Jack!
However excited she was to tell Jack, it didn't happen immediately. Seeing as she had all kinds of chores and nit-picky things to do for the Gnome King, Ozma set to it, somehow still putting her heart into the ridiculous work, still wearing a smile. She felt as if the walls of this prison were closing in on her, sometimes, but Ozma also felt that when she smiled and distracted herself, things were different. However...what if Dorothy and her counterparts did not reach her in time? What if something happened? With Ruggedo's strange behavior, she wouldn't have been surprised if he did something drastic. She'd always feared for her life, but not as much as she did now. She wouldn't have been surprised to find out for one second that he knew what she knew...he always seemed to know. There was no way of getting around him. Deep in her thoughts, Ozma tripped over a mop bucket and tumbled to the floor with it, the soapy water nearly ruining her dress. The blond frowned heavily, her delicate hands reaching down to tug her dress down as she stared at the pools of water forming around her on the stone floor. Sighing, then laughing quietly at her plight Ozma looked up, noticing no one of consequence standing around, and stood, waving her hand and gathering the water into a ball, which dropped efficiently into the bucket. If anyone had seen her do that, it would have been bad for her, but she only used her magic when she knew it would be of no price on her head. Finishing up the mopping (it was such a ridiculous chore, she was almost certain she had to do it for laughs, not for the floor actually needing to be mopped!), she placed the items where they belonged, and headed back off to her room and to her picture, where she hoped to somehow contact her rescuers. As much of a far-fetched wish as it was, she was almost certain she could do it.
Shutting her door quietly, Ozma sat on the small bed in the corner of the room, holding her picture in her lap. Looking down into it, she saw Dorothy and her friends settling in for the evening, and Ozma smiled softly. They were safe under the care of Glinda, at least, therefore that was less that she had to worry about. Perhaps Glinda could safely guide them there, with no problems at all. Silently, intently, Princess Ozma watched as the group drifted off to sleep, and she wracked her brain while doing so of a spell or some kind of trick she had up her sleeve to somehow let Dorothy know she appreciated the effort, and to keep going in her endeavors. More importantly, that she would be watching and would be offering help to Dorothy through dreams as often as she could. As Dorothy and her friends would get closer to the Gnome King's home, Ozma would do her best to guide them. Now, all she had to do was somehow convey this to Dorothy. After thinking long and hard, Ozma opened her eyes to look down at the picture, seeing the group comfortably sleeping. Nodding to herself, she set the mirror to the side where she could still see it, and closed her eyes. Her hands gently grasped the edges of the picture, and Ozma let her mind wander to that of Dorothy's subconscious, and once there, opened her eyes again. Knowing deep down that she was still trapped in the Gnome King's palace, Ozma was a little shaky, but as soon as she was sure Dorothy could hear her, she spoke.
"Dorothy Gale, I am Princess Ozma. I must thank you for your kind and generous endeavor in looking for me, and planing to rescue me. I appreciate it more than you know. You see, as you were probably told, I have been trapped here with the Gnome King for sixteen years, and my friend Jack Pumpkinhead and I would love nothing more than to be free." Here, Ozma paused, thinking she heard something outside her room. She knew, however, she needed to keep speaking. She wasn't done yet...but oh, the trouble she could be in for doing this. With a pained expression, the girl continued. "I beg you to hurry. I can stand it here no longer. Trust you will be heavily rewarded when I find the means to do so, and as you get closer to your destination I will try to guide you as best I can...for now, I must go. I wish you all the best of luck, and do implore that you arrive soon!"
Just like that, it was all over. Soon, Ozma opened her eyes to find herself back in her rugged room, the last place she wanted to be. Heaving a sigh, the princess leaned back against her pillow, looking off to the side and wondering to herself where Jack was. She could use him company at that moment. Again, doubts ran through her mind. What if Dorothy and her friends did not succeed? What if someone stopped them? She knew just as well as any other well-informed person what was going on in the land of Oz. She could see it all, could she not? Knowing that, she took to looking through the picture again, just to see what else was going on. She never used the picture to spy on Ruggedo, though the thought had crossed her mind more than once. Ozma was too worried that he would find out and there would be awful consequences. However, the consequences did not concern her at the moment. Overwhelming joy filled her as she thought, once again, of freedom. Such a far away idea, but it still made her happy from day to day. Such thoughts, however, she couldn't allow to distract her anymore, for she was quite certain she heard Ruggedo coming...
Through her picture she learned of who she really was. Able to see anything going on in the land of Oz, Ozma zeroed in on conversations and citizens until she learned she was the rightful heir to the throne of Oz. Genuinely shocked, the young girl stepped away from her picture, thinking hard on how to understand that information. A few days away from the picture, and she was back at it during her free time, or anytime she could slip away from Ruggedo. She was the Princess of Oz...and there were people looking for her. This swelled a lump of hope in her throat, and she quickly tapped the side of her picture.
"Picture? Picture! Show me...show me Dorothy." She said, smiling. It was the name she'd heard a million times. Dorothy this, Dorothy that. Dorothy was going to find Princess Ozma. Dorothy was going to rescue her! Finally, her picture found the band of unlikelys, Dorothy, The Tin Man, The Scarecrow, The Lion, and the good witch, Glinda. This made Ozma clap her hands together in excitement, nearly jumping up and down. Now they could be free! She could be free with Jack, they would be away from this awful place, and no worries would they have anymore. Freedom...even the word sent shivers down her spine. Oh, how she couldn't wait to tell Jack!
However excited she was to tell Jack, it didn't happen immediately. Seeing as she had all kinds of chores and nit-picky things to do for the Gnome King, Ozma set to it, somehow still putting her heart into the ridiculous work, still wearing a smile. She felt as if the walls of this prison were closing in on her, sometimes, but Ozma also felt that when she smiled and distracted herself, things were different. However...what if Dorothy and her counterparts did not reach her in time? What if something happened? With Ruggedo's strange behavior, she wouldn't have been surprised if he did something drastic. She'd always feared for her life, but not as much as she did now. She wouldn't have been surprised to find out for one second that he knew what she knew...he always seemed to know. There was no way of getting around him. Deep in her thoughts, Ozma tripped over a mop bucket and tumbled to the floor with it, the soapy water nearly ruining her dress. The blond frowned heavily, her delicate hands reaching down to tug her dress down as she stared at the pools of water forming around her on the stone floor. Sighing, then laughing quietly at her plight Ozma looked up, noticing no one of consequence standing around, and stood, waving her hand and gathering the water into a ball, which dropped efficiently into the bucket. If anyone had seen her do that, it would have been bad for her, but she only used her magic when she knew it would be of no price on her head. Finishing up the mopping (it was such a ridiculous chore, she was almost certain she had to do it for laughs, not for the floor actually needing to be mopped!), she placed the items where they belonged, and headed back off to her room and to her picture, where she hoped to somehow contact her rescuers. As much of a far-fetched wish as it was, she was almost certain she could do it.
Shutting her door quietly, Ozma sat on the small bed in the corner of the room, holding her picture in her lap. Looking down into it, she saw Dorothy and her friends settling in for the evening, and Ozma smiled softly. They were safe under the care of Glinda, at least, therefore that was less that she had to worry about. Perhaps Glinda could safely guide them there, with no problems at all. Silently, intently, Princess Ozma watched as the group drifted off to sleep, and she wracked her brain while doing so of a spell or some kind of trick she had up her sleeve to somehow let Dorothy know she appreciated the effort, and to keep going in her endeavors. More importantly, that she would be watching and would be offering help to Dorothy through dreams as often as she could. As Dorothy and her friends would get closer to the Gnome King's home, Ozma would do her best to guide them. Now, all she had to do was somehow convey this to Dorothy. After thinking long and hard, Ozma opened her eyes to look down at the picture, seeing the group comfortably sleeping. Nodding to herself, she set the mirror to the side where she could still see it, and closed her eyes. Her hands gently grasped the edges of the picture, and Ozma let her mind wander to that of Dorothy's subconscious, and once there, opened her eyes again. Knowing deep down that she was still trapped in the Gnome King's palace, Ozma was a little shaky, but as soon as she was sure Dorothy could hear her, she spoke.
"Dorothy Gale, I am Princess Ozma. I must thank you for your kind and generous endeavor in looking for me, and planing to rescue me. I appreciate it more than you know. You see, as you were probably told, I have been trapped here with the Gnome King for sixteen years, and my friend Jack Pumpkinhead and I would love nothing more than to be free." Here, Ozma paused, thinking she heard something outside her room. She knew, however, she needed to keep speaking. She wasn't done yet...but oh, the trouble she could be in for doing this. With a pained expression, the girl continued. "I beg you to hurry. I can stand it here no longer. Trust you will be heavily rewarded when I find the means to do so, and as you get closer to your destination I will try to guide you as best I can...for now, I must go. I wish you all the best of luck, and do implore that you arrive soon!"
Just like that, it was all over. Soon, Ozma opened her eyes to find herself back in her rugged room, the last place she wanted to be. Heaving a sigh, the princess leaned back against her pillow, looking off to the side and wondering to herself where Jack was. She could use him company at that moment. Again, doubts ran through her mind. What if Dorothy and her friends did not succeed? What if someone stopped them? She knew just as well as any other well-informed person what was going on in the land of Oz. She could see it all, could she not? Knowing that, she took to looking through the picture again, just to see what else was going on. She never used the picture to spy on Ruggedo, though the thought had crossed her mind more than once. Ozma was too worried that he would find out and there would be awful consequences. However, the consequences did not concern her at the moment. Overwhelming joy filled her as she thought, once again, of freedom. Such a far away idea, but it still made her happy from day to day. Such thoughts, however, she couldn't allow to distract her anymore, for she was quite certain she heard Ruggedo coming...
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