Post by GEM on Jan 15, 2011 21:35:53 GMT -6
( GEM )
[/font]( Infinite, Program (Siren),Beau Garrett, Formerly derezzed)
( Stoic , Calm , Focused , Collected , Introverted)[/center]
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Circutiry Color: White
Programed as a Siren, GEM worked in the armory outfitting captured programs with armor for the games; she is also a common sight at Castor’s famed End of Line Club.
GEM’s friendship, well more truthfully alliance, started with Castor after CLU’s purge of the ISO. Castor, then Zeus, had been in need of reinventing himself for self-protection. Aiders of the ISO were not in high favor with CLU at said time. GEM, found him out and offered him a proposition, she would keep him hidden until he was able to create a new persona, if he allowed her a ‘place’ at the New End of Line Club, and an alliance. Any program knows that the Gird is a very dangerous place without someone to watch your back. Thus as Zeus adopted the new persona of Castor, GEM found herself spending any available time away from the Games at the E.O.L.C.. The longer GEM stayed by Castor's side and in their 'alliance,' the more she began to feel that perhaps it started to become a friendship. However being an introvert, she would never really stated such 'emotions' to Castor.
Since the demise of Clu, and the fact she has recently just be rerezzing after being derezzed by the explosion set by CLU in the End of Line Club. GEM has begun to spend more time in the End of the Line club and out in the city far away from the armory. Especially since occurrences of the Games have began to become less and less, and since given the choice she would prefer no part in such games.
Straight to the point, calm and collected. GEM has, at least to most people, never shown emotion. Public showings of her ‘true’ emotions have only occurred twice. Revulsion at Jervis, who attempted to flirt with her and to Sam, when she said she wished they could have met in a different way.
Though appearing calm and collected, GEM has in an attempt to survive the grid and CLU’s rule, turned off most of her emotion. With the Grid now under Tron’s control, she has begun to attempt to ‘reprogram’ herself. Yet, so long being an introvert has only made it more difficult; also her apparently cold demeanor isn’t always welcoming.
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
“Hey, hey, let me go. This isn’t fair... I-”
Another unlucky program, another metaphoric lamb to the slaughter. Not that GEM knew anything of lambs, but still there were those times that, well, she wondered about those who she and her fellow sirens suited up. Not that it mattered... here in this place...it was always better them than you...
"Attention program. You will receive an identity disk.”
“Please no...I’ve done nothing wrong...you have to let me go.” Gem’s eyes swept past his face, never look them in the eyes. It was the one place that might make you want to help them... and you couldn’t help them. It’s either you or them here.
“Everything you do or learn will be imprinted on this disk.”
GEM watched as the third Siren made her way back, the clicking of her shoes caused the program in front of her to shake more. The clicks were so quiet, yet it was almost the only sound she could hear, the only sound the program in front of her could hear.
“If you lose your disk or fail to follow commands, you will be subject to immediate deresolution.”
“Please...help...”
GEM’s eyes looked up then, and her's caught with the program’s. “Please, please, you have to--”
NO...I wouldn’t....I can’t...
“Disk activated and synchronized.”
“No, please....please...I...”
GEM knew the power of her final words, if she didn’t say them what would happen, if she waited. Held them in for a while...would the Games go on. She and the others must have, by now, dressed and rezzed hundreds. What was one?
“Please...I’m begging you...I’ll-”
“Proceed to Games.”
“No...no...” The program thrashed attempting to escape. It was unless, it always was. As GEM continued to step back away from the program, her eyes were still caught with the program’s. Neither of them broke contract. click, click, click He was whimpering now, begging. He wouldn’t last long. .
The others stepped into their compartments, each beeped softly as they closed. GEM’s opened when suddenly the program called out, “Please help me...what can I do? Please...tell me what to do?”
GEM stopped, she had never before, and though it was only for a few milliseconds, she knew she would be in a panic for a while, fear of what it could have caused. She stopped and looked hard at him, before taking the last step back. Her compartment beeped and as it began to close she called out to him. For the first and last time, “Survive.” The last thing she heard before her compartment fully closed was one last whimper cut off by the roar of a crowd..
Another unlucky program, another metaphoric lamb to the slaughter. Not that GEM knew anything of lambs, but still there were those times that, well, she wondered about those who she and her fellow sirens suited up. Not that it mattered... here in this place...it was always better them than you...
"Attention program. You will receive an identity disk.”
“Please no...I’ve done nothing wrong...you have to let me go.” Gem’s eyes swept past his face, never look them in the eyes. It was the one place that might make you want to help them... and you couldn’t help them. It’s either you or them here.
“Everything you do or learn will be imprinted on this disk.”
GEM watched as the third Siren made her way back, the clicking of her shoes caused the program in front of her to shake more. The clicks were so quiet, yet it was almost the only sound she could hear, the only sound the program in front of her could hear.
“If you lose your disk or fail to follow commands, you will be subject to immediate deresolution.”
“Please...help...”
GEM’s eyes looked up then, and her's caught with the program’s. “Please, please, you have to--”
NO...I wouldn’t....I can’t...
“Disk activated and synchronized.”
“No, please....please...I...”
GEM knew the power of her final words, if she didn’t say them what would happen, if she waited. Held them in for a while...would the Games go on. She and the others must have, by now, dressed and rezzed hundreds. What was one?
“Please...I’m begging you...I’ll-”
“Proceed to Games.”
“No...no...” The program thrashed attempting to escape. It was unless, it always was. As GEM continued to step back away from the program, her eyes were still caught with the program’s. Neither of them broke contract. click, click, click He was whimpering now, begging. He wouldn’t last long. .
The others stepped into their compartments, each beeped softly as they closed. GEM’s opened when suddenly the program called out, “Please help me...what can I do? Please...tell me what to do?”
GEM stopped, she had never before, and though it was only for a few milliseconds, she knew she would be in a panic for a while, fear of what it could have caused. She stopped and looked hard at him, before taking the last step back. Her compartment beeped and as it began to close she called out to him. For the first and last time, “Survive.” The last thing she heard before her compartment fully closed was one last whimper cut off by the roar of a crowd..
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