Post by effin fitz on Jun 16, 2012 20:04:45 GMT -8
Name (including aliases as appropriate): Ludmilla Kamarov. Ludmilla Cameron, since moving to the states. Preferably just "Mila." Goes by the handle "Archaea" on many, many message boards, though she's extremely careful to keep her digital life and her physical one entirely separate.
Age/Gender: 23 year-old female.
Relevant Skills: Undergrad degree, double-majoring in Mathematics and Operations Research and Financial Engineering. Amateur computer and occult studies enthusiast. Excellent multitasking abilities allow her worry obsessively over people she's too shy to speak to while simultaneously engaged in a forum debate about politics, sociology, or conspiracy theory that broke Godwin's law pages ago.
Relevant Background Information: Mila is the third daughter, seventh child (of ten) of the once illustrious Kamarov family, wealthy industrialists from Russia's oft-forgotten east coast. Growing up in an environment of fractious politics, backroom deals, and spoiled siblings taught her the value of speaking softly and achieving one's goals with a minimum of fuss. By the time she was thirteen she'd followed that strategy so totally that she'd forgotten what it was like to enjoy social interaction. Decidedly brilliant but lacking any useful day-to-day skills like "how long does one boil an egg?" or "what do I do with these dirty clothes after putting them in the laundry basket?", Mila was all set to embark on a life of comfortably upper-class heiress supported by a string of hopefully-loyal attendants.
Then her family died. Rather explosively.
Mila survived by dumb luck, having been dragged by family friends to a museum exhibit she really had no desire to see. It was these same friends that muttered in fearful, suspicious voices when they brought her back to the ruined remains of the family estate, who first made her (albeit unintentionally) question "who would do this?" Eighteen at the time, with no other contacts besides a host of "friends of your father" who all seemed probable suspects, she did the only rational thing.
She moved to America.
A few hurried college applications and unexpectedly succesful interviews later and she was Princeton University's newest entrant for the Class of 2011. And there, like so many young girls who know exactly what they want and need in life and how to obtain it, she Changed. Or, more precisely, she Discovered the Internet. Here, at last, was a way to express her ideas and intellect under the comforting aegis of anonymity! Now everyone could realize how right she was without knowing who she was!
And, y'know, she could google stuff like "Soviet Seaboard Secrets" and "KGB Kover-Up: The Kamarovs and You." And shoot down speculations typed up by aging ponytailed men living by the light of a laptop monitor in their mother's basement. It was, at least, more fun that standing the corner of her dormmate's weekly party and watching them fail horribly at beer pong.
Four alcohol-soaked years later and she was graduating with top marks, marred only by a near-complete lack of extracurricular activities. The only divergence from academia came from a summer internship offered by one Solveig Rystaad, who desperately needed a new personal secretary after the other one quit due to irremediable headaches. So impressed was he at her ability to do the job quietly that he offered her permanent employment upon her graduation. Mila, at this time contemplating the idea of taking back control of her family's industry from its current caretakers, thought that the job experience might do her good and graciously accepted.
...that AEgis Communications was given passing mention in no less than THREE aimless diatribes by well-known conspiracy theorists didn't dampen her interests in the slightest. Nor her desire to do some independent researching of her own on her off-hours, no. That particular curiosity was sated when she woke up in a basement warehouse with a kindly, crazed doctor explaining to her what that itchy feeling on her spine was.
Contact Information: A home phone, for telemarketers and political solicitations. A cell phone that she never answers right away, for friends. An e-mail address, for Viagra ads and coupons. Then another e-mail address, for friends and friends of friends and updates from interests that she's actually interested in. A third e-mail address is her business account, which she checks regularly during business hours and not at all otherwise. And lastly, a secret account linked to her Archaea identity, that she's very, very careful not to access in public, or more than once from the same IP address.
Next-of-Kin (optional): None. Her lawyer, however, has very specific instructions on what to do with her assets in the event of a sudden and inexplicable death. Say, by her head suddenly exploding.
((OOC section))
1. How much experience do you have with roleplaying? Have you played other MMORPGs? There's no wrong answer here.
Every morning since the auspicious event of my birth, I've strongly believed that I'm a witty, charming, handsome fellow who brings joy and merriment to all whom share the inimitable awesomeness of my company.
Which is to say, my wife thinks my whole life is roleplaying.
2. What has brought your character to the group? Do you have any stories/ideas that you hope to develop for them as they progress through the game, and if so, what are they?
Sersi did that thing with the puppy dog eyes and the intracontinental ballistic Kurt Vonnegut novel. Who was I to resist?
Storywise, Mila's new to the scene, with an unhealthy amount of interest in things that she's better off knowing, and an equally unhealthy lack of experience in dealing with them. Also, she's often too shy to say no. So she can be thrown just about anywhere, it's great! As for starting her own messes, well. That's how she got involved with the Illuminati in the first place, and she really hasn't learned the lesson yet...
3a. Fill in the blank: If my character were to meet an Eldritch Horror From Beyond Space And Time, he/she would probably __________.
Stand in mute, unblinking horror as her genius level intellect tries to deal with the Forces of the Universe slapping it in the the proverbial face.
3b. Fill in the blank: If I were to meet an Eldritch Horror From Beyond Space And Time, I would probably __________.
Stand in mute, unblinking horror as my genius level intellect tries to deal with running away and not making a mess on the carpet at the same time.
4. How did you find out about us, and how would you like for us to contact you in-game?
I regret to inform everyone that...we've met. Really. We even talked a bit! It was in that Other Game, for the Other Guild, about two years ago? Yes, yes, I understand. Therapy helps.
As for contact info, Mila should be Mila "Archaea" Cameron in-game. I can't imagine the name being that popular, really. Though is anyone else missing Cryptic-esque global account options? I mean, srsly.
5. Have you ever wanted a chance to just say whatever you'd like to about yourself to a group of anonymous strangers over the internet? If so, here's your chance!
[redacted]. And you can take that to the bank!
((And a stealth disclaimer, in case anyone's clever enough to look here later. All the information here is, in fact, not known ICly. It's just here on the app in an example of full disclosure. And to make clever people scratch their heads.))
Age/Gender: 23 year-old female.
Relevant Skills: Undergrad degree, double-majoring in Mathematics and Operations Research and Financial Engineering. Amateur computer and occult studies enthusiast. Excellent multitasking abilities allow her worry obsessively over people she's too shy to speak to while simultaneously engaged in a forum debate about politics, sociology, or conspiracy theory that broke Godwin's law pages ago.
Relevant Background Information: Mila is the third daughter, seventh child (of ten) of the once illustrious Kamarov family, wealthy industrialists from Russia's oft-forgotten east coast. Growing up in an environment of fractious politics, backroom deals, and spoiled siblings taught her the value of speaking softly and achieving one's goals with a minimum of fuss. By the time she was thirteen she'd followed that strategy so totally that she'd forgotten what it was like to enjoy social interaction. Decidedly brilliant but lacking any useful day-to-day skills like "how long does one boil an egg?" or "what do I do with these dirty clothes after putting them in the laundry basket?", Mila was all set to embark on a life of comfortably upper-class heiress supported by a string of hopefully-loyal attendants.
Then her family died. Rather explosively.
Mila survived by dumb luck, having been dragged by family friends to a museum exhibit she really had no desire to see. It was these same friends that muttered in fearful, suspicious voices when they brought her back to the ruined remains of the family estate, who first made her (albeit unintentionally) question "who would do this?" Eighteen at the time, with no other contacts besides a host of "friends of your father" who all seemed probable suspects, she did the only rational thing.
She moved to America.
A few hurried college applications and unexpectedly succesful interviews later and she was Princeton University's newest entrant for the Class of 2011. And there, like so many young girls who know exactly what they want and need in life and how to obtain it, she Changed. Or, more precisely, she Discovered the Internet. Here, at last, was a way to express her ideas and intellect under the comforting aegis of anonymity! Now everyone could realize how right she was without knowing who she was!
And, y'know, she could google stuff like "Soviet Seaboard Secrets" and "KGB Kover-Up: The Kamarovs and You." And shoot down speculations typed up by aging ponytailed men living by the light of a laptop monitor in their mother's basement. It was, at least, more fun that standing the corner of her dormmate's weekly party and watching them fail horribly at beer pong.
Four alcohol-soaked years later and she was graduating with top marks, marred only by a near-complete lack of extracurricular activities. The only divergence from academia came from a summer internship offered by one Solveig Rystaad, who desperately needed a new personal secretary after the other one quit due to irremediable headaches. So impressed was he at her ability to do the job quietly that he offered her permanent employment upon her graduation. Mila, at this time contemplating the idea of taking back control of her family's industry from its current caretakers, thought that the job experience might do her good and graciously accepted.
...that AEgis Communications was given passing mention in no less than THREE aimless diatribes by well-known conspiracy theorists didn't dampen her interests in the slightest. Nor her desire to do some independent researching of her own on her off-hours, no. That particular curiosity was sated when she woke up in a basement warehouse with a kindly, crazed doctor explaining to her what that itchy feeling on her spine was.
Contact Information: A home phone, for telemarketers and political solicitations. A cell phone that she never answers right away, for friends. An e-mail address, for Viagra ads and coupons. Then another e-mail address, for friends and friends of friends and updates from interests that she's actually interested in. A third e-mail address is her business account, which she checks regularly during business hours and not at all otherwise. And lastly, a secret account linked to her Archaea identity, that she's very, very careful not to access in public, or more than once from the same IP address.
Next-of-Kin (optional): None. Her lawyer, however, has very specific instructions on what to do with her assets in the event of a sudden and inexplicable death. Say, by her head suddenly exploding.
((OOC section))
1. How much experience do you have with roleplaying? Have you played other MMORPGs? There's no wrong answer here.
Every morning since the auspicious event of my birth, I've strongly believed that I'm a witty, charming, handsome fellow who brings joy and merriment to all whom share the inimitable awesomeness of my company.
Which is to say, my wife thinks my whole life is roleplaying.
2. What has brought your character to the group? Do you have any stories/ideas that you hope to develop for them as they progress through the game, and if so, what are they?
Sersi did that thing with the puppy dog eyes and the intracontinental ballistic Kurt Vonnegut novel. Who was I to resist?
Storywise, Mila's new to the scene, with an unhealthy amount of interest in things that she's better off knowing, and an equally unhealthy lack of experience in dealing with them. Also, she's often too shy to say no. So she can be thrown just about anywhere, it's great! As for starting her own messes, well. That's how she got involved with the Illuminati in the first place, and she really hasn't learned the lesson yet...
3a. Fill in the blank: If my character were to meet an Eldritch Horror From Beyond Space And Time, he/she would probably __________.
Stand in mute, unblinking horror as her genius level intellect tries to deal with the Forces of the Universe slapping it in the the proverbial face.
3b. Fill in the blank: If I were to meet an Eldritch Horror From Beyond Space And Time, I would probably __________.
Stand in mute, unblinking horror as my genius level intellect tries to deal with running away and not making a mess on the carpet at the same time.
4. How did you find out about us, and how would you like for us to contact you in-game?
I regret to inform everyone that...we've met. Really. We even talked a bit! It was in that Other Game, for the Other Guild, about two years ago? Yes, yes, I understand. Therapy helps.
As for contact info, Mila should be Mila "Archaea" Cameron in-game. I can't imagine the name being that popular, really. Though is anyone else missing Cryptic-esque global account options? I mean, srsly.
5. Have you ever wanted a chance to just say whatever you'd like to about yourself to a group of anonymous strangers over the internet? If so, here's your chance!
[redacted]. And you can take that to the bank!
((And a stealth disclaimer, in case anyone's clever enough to look here later. All the information here is, in fact, not known ICly. It's just here on the app in an example of full disclosure. And to make clever people scratch their heads.))
