Post by Lán "Ryuu" Tàiyáng on Aug 10, 2013 11:54:10 GMT -5
Lán Tàiyáng
AGE: age here
GENDER: Male
NICKNAMES: Ryuu
MEMBER GROUP: Alliance
BRIEF HISTORY:
Ryuu was born to the name of Lán Tàiyáng - the Chinese form of Blue Sun. His father was a high-ranking, patriotic Alliance officer, his mother a scientist in the glory of her life and career: and contrary to what you might think, the baby furthered her career rather than breaking it. Their experiments were in need of subjects. Human subjects, and she was confident that her child would be smart enough. And he was: Lán was a clever boy, surprisingly adept in dealing with people even from a young age and always eager to please, eager to learn. He made a brilliant subject for the verbal tests, for the indoctrination that started from an early age. As splendid as he was at them,though, it was never enough for his parents, which gave the little boy some mental scars. No matter how hard he tried, it never was enough for them, and he didn't like that at all, so he tried harder and harder and harder.
He was barely twelve years old when he was ready for the next phase in an effort to make the perfect spy and/or soldier for the Alliance: the manipulation of his brain. Oh, not the metaphorical way of it: the physical part of it. They started cutting in his brains, cauterizing here, removing there, and so forth. It changed Ryuu, and not for the better. The kid grew withdrawn and uncertain, often sullen. Even praise from his parents, rare as it was, failed to excite him. Of course, that only was reason to cut more. And then they hit the jackpot. Though not entirely the wanted result (something Lán was far too aware of) the fact he could read what people around him felt was a major step in the right direction for them. Not for him, though - the constant assault of feelings slowly drove him insane. The surgeries didn't stop, though - unfortunately for him. One day, they cut a little too deeply, a little bit too much to one side, and rendered the boy nearly blind. He cannot see like everyone else, but he still can distinguish between light and dark and what is directly in front of him - or rather, if there is something directly in front of him. The bosses debated removing him from the program, but refrained, and to their good luck: his sudden disability triggered another survival instinct, granting him the ability to occasionally experience flashes of the future.
They saved him from many a humiliation, barely enough and early enough in time to prevent him from walking headfirst into walls and doors and the like, and on occassion awarding the Alliance with valuable kernels of information, upon which his life immediately improved, though never for long. As much effort and hope he put into it, he could never command it. It seemed that his purpose wasn't just that, though - he still served quite well as test subject, though one's definition of 'testing' was another's definition of 'torture'. And in between, they managed to keep his training up. As good as blind or not, he could still take on experienced Alliance soldiers with ease. Finally done with 'improving' him, they sent him out there with a handler and two guards to keep said handler safe. It was time for him to spread his wings and fly - or rather, do the Alliance's work far from the Core, where he could easily embarrass them. Young handsome men working for the Alliance was one, but one blind, 70% of the time insane and scarred (he tried to scratch out his eyes after his first few 'visions').
FACE CLAIM: Gaspard Ulliel
EYE COLOR: Blue-grey
HAIR COLOR: Nearly black
OTHER FEATURES: Hazy eyes, faint scars around his eyes
GENERAL: Insanity. The textbook definition of it is 'a grave, often prolonged condition that prevents a person from being held legally responsible for his or her actions'. Legal applications don't matter to him, as he's protected by the Alliance, but he is possessed by a grave, prolonged condition, which started when he was twelve and has festered unstopped in him since. There are many different ways in which he can find reprieve from the onslaught of emotions that batter him whenever people come within (on average) a thirty, thirty-five feet from him. Drinking is one; smoking another. Adrenalin helps drown it out as well, but no guarantee. Nothing is a guarantee, and it's led to a certain weakness of personality from Ryuu.
He's distanced himself from his actual identity, Lán buried the day his mother was fired and his father died in an attempt to prevent a break-out in the facility. He's not per se alone, but he's got a hell of a metaphorical wall up around his heart and his mind, though the latter seems to be rather porous. The future still leaks through, as do emotions, getting him all tangled up in himself. He wants to be a loner, but after that time where he nearly scratched his eyes out and the other time where he came pretty close to bleeding out, he's no longer permitted to be unsupervised anymore.
Though he is highly educated and quite clever, Ryuu prefers to go on instinct and gut feeling. He's not averse to following orders, but if he doesn't feel like it, he doesn't. He's a bit of a wildcard in that regard, much to the regret of his handlers. Coupled to his empathy and his twisted, broken personality come mood swings, from times where he's clingy and touchy and needy to times where you can't come within a ten feet radius of him lest he kills you. Coldly, swiftly, efficiently.
On his good days he's a kind and reliable guy, thinking things through and in general nice enough. On his bad days, he's volatile, unpredictable and quiet a lot like a wounded, cornered animal, blindly lashing out. And then there are his 'mission days' - during those, he's a veritable chameleon: lucid, adaptable, flexible, cold, efficient and very dangerous.
WEAKNESSES:
-- Insane
-- Bad with people
-- Insecure
STRENGTHS:
++ Highly educated
++ Possibly lethal
++ Empathy
OTHER CHARACTERS: Malcolm Reynolds
RP SAMPLE
Back against the wall, heels digging into the dirt, hands so tense they were looking like claws as they sought purchase in the reddish mud underneath the pathetic huddle that was once a human being, and one day would be again.
Ryuu was not having a very good day. Too many people, too many feelings. He didn't know anymore where he ended and They started, which was his and which was borrowed, lent, forced upon him by people who should've known better, people who enjoyed bad things, thought pain was great but not when they felt it. Too many things going on in his head, in his body, in his heart - he just wanted OUT, he wanted QUIET so that he could think and feel and be.
He could feel someone approaching, eyes closed as he heard footsteps crunching on the dirt. He turned his head towards it, opening his eyes because he knew people were unnerved by the sigh of his hazy, mostly unfocused eyes looking straight at them. It pleasured him a little, to know that he had that kind of power even when he was literally trembling with uncertainty and unease, the wall at his back providing the only support for him now. Suddenly he turned a little, looking straight at his handler, pushing himself away from the wall into a light crouch. "It's no fun when they don't scream," he stated out of the blue, not needing to see the man's face to feel his unpleasant surprise, a spark of shame and more than one spark of anger rise at those words.
