create a character – nimil’s adventures in wonderland

Create a Character Challenge : 5880

February 16, 2013 by nimilblackflag

continuing on with my mini-series on my favourite brain characters. i bring you the character that manifests its self the most in second life. 5880

5880 is a lab rat. plain and simple. in the far future, the pharmaceutical companies decided they needed to find a way to do more thorough testing on drugs and other cures for diseases. together with the CDC they began work on breeds of animals infused with human DNA. while ethically questionable, the hybrid humans proved to give better results to drug trials, making drugs safer for human consumption, lower side effect rates, and even the findings of cures for certain diseases that had plagued man-kind for centuries.

the general public however, had no idea these sub-humans existed.

when a group of activists stumbled upon a secret governmental lab, they were shocked to find these poor, sickly animal-humans. most of them dying of some disease or another. they had not been prepared for this. they had come to free the lab animals, but they were not expecting to find these poor twisted science experiments.

5880 was in a special containment unit in a room behind a fancy vaulted door. she and five other human-rats seemed to be in some sort of stasis, their specific room, far from the rest of the testing facilities. the activists were freeing the sickly hybrids, and then broke the containment tubes holding these people. 5880 was the only one to survive the ordeal. the activists had no clue what to do with her, so they just let her loose in the city sewers

this special wing of the lab was for military testing. these specific creatures were being created for war. but 5880 was very immature. mentally she is like a child. curious and young in her thoughts. she has no idea what anything is. she has no idea that she is carrying a deadly toxin within her blood that could wipe out an entire state.

5880 takes stabilization drugs to keep her from feeling sick. she is not sure what is making her sick, nor are the doctors who treat her, but she arrived with several vials of medication so the doctors just synthesize more for her. since she was a secret experiment, the doctors have no clue what to do with her. she randomly wanders into treatment centers and the ER of the local hospital, gets more meds, and leaves.

she hates being around crowded human places too long… though there are others with animal parts none of them are like her. she is afraid of guns and the violence all too prevalent on the streets, and so she spends the majority of her time hiding in the sewers. she is friendly though, if one would happen to find her lurking around. she asks too many questions and is always finding some sort of wonder about her surroundings.

Create a Character Challenge : Torch

February 6, 2013 by nimilblackflag

she was only a child when she was stolen from her home. her memories are faded, broken things. she cannot even tell you what her real name was, or what her home looked like… she cannot remember the faces of her parents…

the cy-doc who stole her, used her for horrible experimentation. mental and physical torture. she endured years of this, wishing daily for it all to end, for him to finally just decide to terminate his project.

instead, torch found freedom when her anger got the best of her, the cy-doc and his torture chamber lab went up in a blaze of broken metal and charred flesh. she had blown it up with her mind… what ever he had done to her he had given her this power, maybe it was by accident, or maybe his madness had gotten the best of him.

after breaking free and coming to terms with her forced augmentation, torch, who named herself after what she had done to her captor’s lab, became part of the resistance. she became a one woman demolition crew, seeking out coalition bases, and destroying everything she can. she is wanted in several states, and her bounty would fetch you a pretty hefty load of credits.

torch’s hatred of robotics, and augmenters runs deep. as part of his disgusting mutilations, the cy-doc had affixed metal wings to her bones and muscles, and by augmenting her dna, he was able to make it so that these cruel wings could extend and retract from her flesh, causing pain to her upon extension, but then the skin would heal again. she rarely ever brings out her wings, except when she is in great danger and has no other option. the wings sported diamond sharp razors which could slice anyone who got in the way, but she could never use them to fly, only glide if necessary.

torch was my rp character for a lengthy RIFTS campaign. a very fun post-apoc style table top rpg game. now she sometimes randomly appears in the insilico sims. she is my bad ass, and my protector against robots. i am afraid of robots in real life, have been since i was a little kid, so this character is in a way, a way of coping with that fear. she blows them up for me :p

Create a Character Blog Challenge : Nimil (the real nimil…)

February 6, 2013 by nimilblackflag

to call nimil complex would be an understatement. she is so many things and most importantly, she is a major part of my life. to me nimil is more than just a character, she was therapy.

when i graduated high school, my father almost died, i was in a terrifying time in my life, not sure where to go from there, instead of immediately enrolling in college, i chose to stay home, to be with my father, as we were told he had months to live. i turned 18, i got the internet, and i spent an enormous amount of time on a forum for a videogame called “wild arms”. it was there that i made my first online friends. i joined in roleplay, as i had been introduced to dungeons and dragons recently by my then boyfriend. nimil is actually my real life name in elf, translated by him, and used by me for my d&d character, and then again in the roleplay on that forum.

at first she was trapped in the body of a nephilim named lenora, who was half elf, half angelic (we were not on earth, so angelic is the closest thing i can think of for an “angel”). lenora was a troubled soul, lost from her home land, taken in by travelers, and fell in love with another nephilim, the only other of their kind left in the world, who had issues of his own. he left her, and joined up with their nemisis, who promised him great power. this demi-god had spent a very long time destroying their entire race, and now he had betrayed his own kind to join forces with him.

lenora was broken hearted, and it was then that she died, comitting suicide in a way. she had heard nimil whisper in her mind. nimil was a secondary soul of sorts, and she made a deal with lenora. nimil became the owner of the body, and lenora went to sleep.

nimil however was not a very nice thing. originally an angelic, part of the all-father’s army, she was not unlike the christian’s lucifer. too prideful and stuck on herself and her kind to acknowledge the existence of other beings, she and many others of her kind began a rebellion against their brothers and sisters. it was she and her twin brother nikolai who led a march to take down the all father himself, and they were all cast out of the stars.

nikolai and nimil were separated, and nimil’s body, too damaged to continue life, even as a non-angelic, died. nimil’s soul was left, lost in limbo, until the fates found a suitable host, the body of lenora.

when lenora went to sleep, and allowed nimil full control, she put her plan into action. she would rule this world and this time no god or demi-god would stop her, because this time she would have one on her side. she seduced the god of death, and talked him into making her one of the fates. he bestowed upon her, power over life and death, ripped her from lenora’s body and restored her to her former flesh. nimil raised lenora as a zombie and sent her out, lost, in search of the nephilim boy who betrayed her. nimil’s cruelty knew no limit, and she wreaked havoc upon the land.

realizing his mistake, blinded as he was by her beauty and sweet words, death punished nimil. banishing her to another dimension, stripping her of all but her wings. her powers purged, she was thrown into modern day earth, smashing though a stained glass window, in a city church. nimil fell again…

her story ended here, as this is where the roleplaying tapered off, and i joined second life where i attempted many times to visually capture my muse.

for me nimil was more than a roleplay character. she gave me strength when i felt i had none. through her i was able to bash out all the chaos and bad things that were going on around me. for a while there i ate, breathed, and slept nimil. i wrote up her entire life, and i still have it sitting on my computer, painfully in need of editing. nimil taught me how to write.

nimil is my soul.