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Haze of Voice and Memory
I want to free myself from your soul.. Find my reason to live..
Created on 2006-08-27 00:03:13 (#11004445), last updated 2006-10-08
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Basic Info| Name: | Shelke Rui a.k.a. Shelke the Transparent |
|---|---|
| Location: | Edge |
BioCAUTION! This profile and journal contains spoilers about Final Fantasy VII: Dirge of Cerberus.
Figurines that fall like leaves then disappear, keep calling
Is it real? Is it real?
Dark machines that wheeze and breathe then mock the air, appalling
What is real? What is real?
This world can really be too much
I can't take another day
I guess that I've just had enough
My mind's slipping far away
I'm falling out of touch
Could someone please explain?
Data for Shelke the Transparent
Name: Shelke Rui
Age: looks to be about 9 or 10, but is physically 19. Due to this fact, she needs a daily dose of Mako to stay alive.
Affliation: Once with Deepground and part of the Tsviets, but was abandoned, and 'recruited' by her sister Shalua, and the World Restoration Organization. Now she aids Vincent and the others in their struggle against Weiß amd Omega.
Abilities/Attributes of Note?: She is able to "dive" into networks, using a terminal hooked with a headset and other equipment. She sends an avatar of herself and her mind, and downloads the information she gathers directly into her mind. This is called "Synaptic Net Diving". She was used by the Tsviets to locate the Protomateria, which was discovered to reside within Vincent Valentine. To aid her in doing this, the neurological data of Dr. Lucrecia Crescent, the one who experimented on Vincent and was also very close to him, was downloaded into her brain, which, at some points, muddles her psyche. She fights with twin energy swords.
Official Information about Shelke can be found here.
The information that follows here is for the roleplay![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
polychromatic.
The Final Dive
A sensation of drowning.
Diving into the sea of networks is much like diving into the ocean, head first with no gear. You go as deep as you can, conserving your breath, finding what you need quickly, before your oxygen runs out, and the swarthy waters invade your lungs, embracing and devoiding your life forever. Within the networks, it works the same, though it would be the sheer overload of informations pressing into your mind, destroying your psyche and mental process. It's like physically drowning; you think no more after it occurs, the only difference is that it lleaves you breathing, though dead in all other senses.
I had heard of this occuring, though seldom, to those unskilled in the ways of the Synaptic Net Dive. It was more in the days of experimenting upon it, before they found someone who could swim through the lines of data like a fish through water.
Before they found me.
I know the networks, and I can pass through them, and push through the layers of noise and light with no trouble. I, somewhere in the back of my mind, know that I am losing myself, that one day I will drown as well, and my soul will be nothing but a swathe of data lost to the chaotic currents of the Network sea. And yet, I continue to dive, deeper and deeper each time. Maybe it's to try to gain back what I have lost to the waters, or maybe, to try to find myself, the true me, not the shell of a girl that was left after the ministrations of Deepground.
But this time is different.
A new frequency, a new place--something the likes of which I have never experienced before. I have dove countless times, and though some 'new' things present themselves, they are on familiar wavelengths. Things that I know are of this world. Nothing ever like this. This signal is indechipherable, a strange beat that bangs against the laws of everything that I have ever learned or known. Glowing with a light that reminded me of Mako, and yet, a dissonance that reminded me of death, this spot within the sea made everything else fade; the voices and noises falling into silence, and the lights flickering out, one by one.
It frightened me. A sentiment that I had never before experienced. I wanted to swim away, to bring my head up and breach the surface, where I could once more breath and percept.
I couldn't. Something would not let me move away. The spot was drawing me in, its white-light tendrils snaking at my limbs, dragging me into its dazzling void of unknown. All at once, I felt my head snap back, like one who's air had finally ran out, and began the terrible downward spiral to asphyxiation. Now I knew how those others had felt. Now I knew what I had been told was true. What I never thought would happen to me was occurring. Faintly realizing, I began to claw, to try and regain myself, to break free of the pull, and somehow, someway, return to what I knew. Panic. It filled my being, overloading my senses, even moreso than the actual feeling of what was going on. Haze began to settle around my vision, as the light from below started to blind me, the great heat from it almost melting me into nothingness..
So this was it. The ocean wished to claim what it had allowed to swim through it almost freely for too many years. My body froze into a strange numbness, as one by one, my senses shut down. My last thought was muddled, as my perspicacity had been lost what felt like an eternity ago.
A sensation of drowning...
Set my mind for open sky, but couldn't fly, so sadly
What am I? What am I?
Sullen eyes shed teardrop lies then criticize, now laughing
What is real? What is real?
It's really all become too much
I'm not sure what I should feel
I guess I've finally had enough
I don't know if this is real
I'm crashing in and out of touch
Can anyone please explain?
Figurines that fall like leaves then disappear, keep calling
Is it real? Is it real?
Dark machines that wheeze and breathe then mock the air, appalling
What is real? What is real?
This world can really be too much
I can't take another day
I guess that I've just had enough
My mind's slipping far away
I'm falling out of touch
Could someone please explain?
Data for Shelke the Transparent
Name: Shelke Rui
Age: looks to be about 9 or 10, but is physically 19. Due to this fact, she needs a daily dose of Mako to stay alive.
Affliation: Once with Deepground and part of the Tsviets, but was abandoned, and 'recruited' by her sister Shalua, and the World Restoration Organization. Now she aids Vincent and the others in their struggle against Weiß amd Omega.
Abilities/Attributes of Note?: She is able to "dive" into networks, using a terminal hooked with a headset and other equipment. She sends an avatar of herself and her mind, and downloads the information she gathers directly into her mind. This is called "Synaptic Net Diving". She was used by the Tsviets to locate the Protomateria, which was discovered to reside within Vincent Valentine. To aid her in doing this, the neurological data of Dr. Lucrecia Crescent, the one who experimented on Vincent and was also very close to him, was downloaded into her brain, which, at some points, muddles her psyche. She fights with twin energy swords.
Official Information about Shelke can be found here.
The information that follows here is for the roleplay
polychromatic. The Final Dive
A sensation of drowning.
Diving into the sea of networks is much like diving into the ocean, head first with no gear. You go as deep as you can, conserving your breath, finding what you need quickly, before your oxygen runs out, and the swarthy waters invade your lungs, embracing and devoiding your life forever. Within the networks, it works the same, though it would be the sheer overload of informations pressing into your mind, destroying your psyche and mental process. It's like physically drowning; you think no more after it occurs, the only difference is that it lleaves you breathing, though dead in all other senses.
I had heard of this occuring, though seldom, to those unskilled in the ways of the Synaptic Net Dive. It was more in the days of experimenting upon it, before they found someone who could swim through the lines of data like a fish through water.
Before they found me.
I know the networks, and I can pass through them, and push through the layers of noise and light with no trouble. I, somewhere in the back of my mind, know that I am losing myself, that one day I will drown as well, and my soul will be nothing but a swathe of data lost to the chaotic currents of the Network sea. And yet, I continue to dive, deeper and deeper each time. Maybe it's to try to gain back what I have lost to the waters, or maybe, to try to find myself, the true me, not the shell of a girl that was left after the ministrations of Deepground.
But this time is different.
A new frequency, a new place--something the likes of which I have never experienced before. I have dove countless times, and though some 'new' things present themselves, they are on familiar wavelengths. Things that I know are of this world. Nothing ever like this. This signal is indechipherable, a strange beat that bangs against the laws of everything that I have ever learned or known. Glowing with a light that reminded me of Mako, and yet, a dissonance that reminded me of death, this spot within the sea made everything else fade; the voices and noises falling into silence, and the lights flickering out, one by one.
It frightened me. A sentiment that I had never before experienced. I wanted to swim away, to bring my head up and breach the surface, where I could once more breath and percept.
I couldn't. Something would not let me move away. The spot was drawing me in, its white-light tendrils snaking at my limbs, dragging me into its dazzling void of unknown. All at once, I felt my head snap back, like one who's air had finally ran out, and began the terrible downward spiral to asphyxiation. Now I knew how those others had felt. Now I knew what I had been told was true. What I never thought would happen to me was occurring. Faintly realizing, I began to claw, to try and regain myself, to break free of the pull, and somehow, someway, return to what I knew. Panic. It filled my being, overloading my senses, even moreso than the actual feeling of what was going on. Haze began to settle around my vision, as the light from below started to blind me, the great heat from it almost melting me into nothingness..
So this was it. The ocean wished to claim what it had allowed to swim through it almost freely for too many years. My body froze into a strange numbness, as one by one, my senses shut down. My last thought was muddled, as my perspicacity had been lost what felt like an eternity ago.
A sensation of drowning...
Set my mind for open sky, but couldn't fly, so sadly
What am I? What am I?
Sullen eyes shed teardrop lies then criticize, now laughing
What is real? What is real?
It's really all become too much
I'm not sure what I should feel
I guess I've finally had enough
I don't know if this is real
I'm crashing in and out of touch
Can anyone please explain?
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