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Post by Alice Forsythe on Mar 9, 2020 4:12:10 GMT
Alice was mildly disappointed. It appeared that her companion saw her through the lens of the lowly precursors. Pride and ego were two qualities of humanity that Alice found most distasteful. It was lamentable that her kind still suffered from the maladies of human deficiency. A product of the society they were born into. It was going to be a difficult task to move away from such weakness. An unfortunate side effect lead to situations such as this, where her caustic personality seemed to off put her ilk. Not that she could blame her. Alice was well aware that she didn't naturally possess the charm she once did years before. However, that girl wouldn't have had the fortitude to be in this situation to begin with.
"Miss Matsuda, you misunderstand me. If I thought you were beneath me we wouldn't be having this conversation." She folded her hands together, placing them softly onto the table. "I have a great deal of respect for you. You use your talent to take what you need from a world that undervalues you. It's the reason why I believe you to be perfect for this." She took one hand from the table and reached down for a small satchel she had been carrying with her, "I'm well aware of your association with the syndicate. In fact, I did considerable research." Alice removed a small tablet from the satchel and slid it towards her concomitant. "I've compiled a comprehensive record of the three families activities in North America, but especially our friends here on the west coast. Bank accounts, criminal records, personal documents, etcetera." She allowed her to take in the information on-screen, as she sipped at her cup once again "The Sumiyoshi were rather difficult to track, I'm embarrassed to admit. They're woefully unstructured, but seem to have a large stake in real estate from my understanding."
She reached into her satchel once more while continuing to speak with her. "My offer is a fair trade of information. I imagine this has some significance to you. Destroy it, use it, frankly, I don't care what you do with it but it's yours whether you decide to work with me or not." She pulled out an external hard drive and offered it to the young lady. "Consider it an act of good faith. If this proves insufficient I'm certain we can come to an arrangement." While no emotion came to Alice's face, she was genuine in her motives. She saw Shortcut as an equal and preferred to work in those terms as opposed to the typical taskmaster paradigm generalized by humanity.
"My target is substantially more Machiavellian than your employers. I need you to retrieve information from the Hero Program."
| There are no heroes or villains. There’s just what I want and how I’ll get it. Notes: ^^ |
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Post by Alice Forsythe on Mar 6, 2020 8:09:24 GMT
Alice blew the steam off the top of the murky black liquid as she watched the young Japanese woman approach her. Her frustration was so apparent even someone as insensate as Alice could recognize it. She made note of the woman's grace of movement, the precision of her motility. Factors such as these that further confirmed her hypothesis that metahumans weren't random accidents, but deliberate agents of evolution. Of course there were outliers, like with any species, but metahumans represented the cream of the crop.
As her cohort sat, Alice took a deliberate sip of coffee in response to her flippant comment. It really didn't merit a response. She had her reasons for what she did and frankly didn't have the time nor the inclination to explain them. Gently placing her mug on the folded napkin, she returned the cigarette to her lips enjoying the feeling of her cholinergic receptors activating mixed with the burning bitter taste. One had to enjoy the simple pleasures when pleasure became nothing but a biochemical reaction. Alice let out a soft puff this time, allowing the smoke to settle just outside her mouth as her cold blue eyes met with the woman sitting across from her.
"I appreciate you taking time out of your surely busy schedule." She tapped the cigarette, letting the ashes fall onto a corner of the folded napkin. "I won't mince words. I need information from a federally funded organization I'm certain you're familiar with. I won't waste anymore of your time and I hope you won't waste mine. Let me know now if you have a problem with this. We will end our business transaction and cease all communication." Without a breath, she followed that up with another sip of the bitter brown beverage, her face entirely impassive.
| There are no heroes or villains. There’s just what I want and how I’ll get it. Notes: ^^ |
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Post by Alice Forsythe on Mar 1, 2020 7:01:37 GMT
This whole experience was certainly novel to Alice. It's one thing to plot and another to act. She had become so accustomed to blending in and playing innocent that she began to wonder if she would ever feel comfortable making a move. She was well aware that her goals were extreme even at its concept. All of that changed, however, the moment she learned of a woman going by the name 'Shortcut'.
Alice had come to the conclusion that her best option for networking in the metahuman community best lied within the criminal sphere. Those individuals who knew the true struggles of life and the unforgiving reality therein lies. She figured that she couldn't just settle for the average thug of the week who thought they would stand a chance going up against the Hero Program. No, she needed a better class of criminal to ingratiate herself with, which lead her to organized crime. It was simple enough to connect reports of supernatural happenings and criminal activity, but getting in touch was a matter unto itself.
Fortunately for Alice, though rather unfortunate for the Bay Area, the Yakuza had a prominent presence in the west coast. It was certainly 'fortuitous' then that something should befall the heads of the west faction to bring the east coast over. Most importantly a high ranking lieutenant who has reportedly been seen vanishing out of thin air. It was quite a task to collate all of these accounts and ensure a meeting but ultimately worthwhile. At least, if what she was lead to believe was true.
That is how Ms. Forsythe found herself walking through these seedy streets. The area smelled of raw sewage and marijuana, making for an distinct repellent for anyone finding themselves lost in this area at this time of night. The young lady walking up the sidewalk definitely seemed out of place. A bright white button-up shirt with a floral pattern, draped in a yellow cardigan was contrasted against the parade of hoodies and track jackets. In stark contrast, her visage was inhospitable and indifferent, causing most to turn their eyes away upon contact.
She made her way to the building, staring up at the yellowed illuminated sign with a steaming coffee cup emblazoned on it. A sign in the window advertised 'Coffee Made Fresh', a statement she doubted considerably. Upon entering the coffee house with the telltale ring of the door bell, she took quick note of the establishment and it's patrons. She clocked Shortcut fairly quickly who stood out by virtue of being well-groomed even slightly. Alice walked over to the counter, finding herself across from a disinterested server. Her eyes were entirely glued to her phone and yet somehow she could sense Alice's presence as if by ESP. If she didn't know any better, Alice might think she had powers of her own.
"Coffee. Black. Thank you." It was a simple order, and yet Alice had no confidence in the girl standing before her. Glancing up briefly from her phosphorescent prison to glance at the brightly dressed girl, she responded with an affirmative noise. Soon after a cup was served and a dark liquid that can only be presumed to have been coffee at some point was poured in. Upon first glance the musty beverage appeared dark as pitch, which Alice supposed was accurate to her request. She handed the girl what she owed and made her way across the room towards an empty table.
Methodically, she lied out a napkin and folded it into a smaller, but higher square upon which she placed the cup. Following that she took another napkin, opened it up and neatly placed it upon a very dingy looking chair. As she seated herself, she took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of a bag and put the smoke to her mouth. Most buildings in California had strict rules forbidding smoking, though Alice was certain that wouldn't be an issue here. She lit the cigarette, knowing full-well the extent of the damage the nicotine would inflict upon her bronchi. It was one of the rare few reckless things from her past life she continued doing. It no longer served to calm her nerves, but rather test the extent of her control over her own body.
She exhaled a vaporous plume of smoke as her eyes fell upon a woman sitting across from her at another table. | There are no heroes or villains. There’s just what I want and how I’ll get it. Notes: Hope everything's right! |
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Post by Alice Forsythe on Feb 27, 2020 8:02:14 GMT
 | TAG: @open | NOTES: Hi Everyone!
The woman by the fountain had been waiting for a partner that obviously had no intention of ever showing up. It made no sense that she continued to look at her phone for some sort of explanation and yet, Alice posited, it was likely all she could do to keep from accepting the reality of the situation. Alice grew tired of this woman's inability to face reality and returned to eating her lunch on the bench. She had decided she would spend the day at Golden Gate Park and work on her thesis. It also served as an excellent opportunity to scout out metahumans in the city and, of course, people watch.
In her mind, she could recall memories of bringing her instruments and setting up at the music concourse near the Tea Garden. Alice would often watch the many interesting people of the city and tourists going about in between sets and greeted each and every one of them with a bright smile and a jingle. It became one of her favorite pastimes in the city, even when things became too hectic or she felt too homesick. The mind that now occupied the body of Alice Forsythe also appreciated the act of people watching but for far more academic reasons.
Most people believed human nature to be chaotic and unpredictable. She had a different theory. Humans ultimately operated based on a definable number of motivators, she had concluded. The woman at the fountain had been at that fountain several times over the course of a few months, each time with a different gentleman. There was some hole in her life that she believed needed to be filled with a romantic suitor. The street performers cared enough about their art to make it a form of income but not enough to develop the talent into anything applicable outside of tourist traps.
It would depress her if she was still capable of being depressed. Technically speaking, she was still very capable of becoming depressed but Alice willfully chose to regulate her serotonin and dopamine levels to ensure otherwise. She was, however, beginning to become bored with the entire process. She found, more and more, that her tolerance for ineptitude was diminishing. Her mind began drifting to thoughts of bioweapons when she realized it was probably best for her to find something or someone to preoccupy her.
The thing none of you will ever understand is that there are no sides. There are no heroes or villains. There’s just what I want and how I’ll get it.
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Post by Alice Forsythe on Feb 23, 2020 4:09:35 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","hopelove"]  | | [attr="class","hopelovename"] [attr="class","hopelovename2"]Alice Forsythe [attr="class","hopelovelyric"] | "It's a curious thing, humanity. The most fallible, unreliable creature on this forsaken planet and they run the place." |
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]ALIAS // none [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // twenty-seven [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // female [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GROUP // villain |
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]APPEARANCE [attr="class","hopelovetop"][attr="class","hopelovesub"]HAIR // auburn [break]EYES // blue[break]SKIN // pale[break][break]ATTIRE[break][break]Alice tends to dress pretty conservatively. Most of the clothes she owned before the event were brightly colored shirts, sweaters, and jackets. She continues wearing those clothes not as a preferred fashion choice but merely out of convenience. She makes a point of trying not to stand out with her clothing choice, preferring to blend in amongst her “peers”[break][break]GENERAL[break][break]Alice used to put a lot of effort into her appearance, but following the event, she puts the minimum effort required to be unremarkable. She stands at a short 5’2, which previously annoyed her but has become irrelevant. Where she was once a very bright and happy individual, she often tends to look cold and detached. It’s rare to see a genuine smile appear on her face which can be off-putting to general passerby’s. [attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]Alice was once one of the friendliest girls you could meet. Very much a girl next door type who enjoyed being around others. Following the event, Alice has become someone else entirely. Cold, calculated and reserved, Alice has become completely phlegmatic. She is usually unphased, uncaring, and generally unamused by the day to day antics of normal human interaction. Her cold, analytical stare is generally the look average people are going to get. [break][break]Now if the situation calls for it, Alice can certainly “turn on” the charm. She can still play the part of a hometown girl who’s got a song in her heart. Of course, anyone who’s good at reading people will see through her veneer, but in the company of most, she can put on a good act. Like muscle memory, she can wrinkle her nose and give a cute little smile that makes her freckles move ever so slightly. There is no longer any joy behind that smile, but the warmth can certainly be simulated. [attr="class","hopelovetitle"]HISTORY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]Alice used to always dream of becoming a musician. From an early age, she was a virtuoso on the piano and spent most of her days practicing in her room. She grew up in Portland, Maine which was a relatively sleepy town for a young girl growing up. Still, she managed to enjoy the simple life with her two close friends by her side. Together they aspired to one day start a band and, ideally, become world-famous.[break][break]These dreams inspired the optimistic Alice and sparked her active imagination. While her close friends eventually grew past that dream, Alice held onto it leaving high school. She wanted to study music theory and the best programs in the country were all on the west coast. This proved problematic for Alice as she not only loved her home in Maine, but also because of her mother. Her mother had Huntington’s disease and needed constant care which she was helping her father with.[break][break] Not wanting to burden their daughter, they encouraged her to go the school she wanted, the San Francisco Conservatory of Music and much to their collective relief she was accepted. Reluctantly, she packed up and headed out to California to follow her dream of becoming a musician. The program was everything she had hoped for and more. The competitive nature of it really galvanized her into constantly improving. Unfortunately, she had trouble connecting with others and making friends which caused her to feel rather lonely, but she persevered.[break][break]It didn’t help matters that she was going to school in San Francisco which was as far from Portland as one could get on the west coast. Instead of letting it get her down, though, she doubled her efforts and got through the program with high marks and recognition. Proud of her efforts, but tired of the hustle, bustle, and needless stress of city life, Alice wanted to slow down. She heard great things about a small town in Marin County and it sounded right up her alley.[break][break]At first, Alice planned to stay in the town for about a year while she got her bearings and found direction. As it turned out, she would fall in love with the community and around for much, much longer. She managed to get by booking small gigs at cafes, jazz halls, and little concerts, which was all she really needed at this point in her life. A drastic change in her life occurred when she received news from her father that her mother had finally succumbed to the disease. Alice wanted to return home as soon as she could, but her father implored her not to. He had wanted to spare her the pain, and let her live her own life, but Alice wouldn’t understand that until later.[break][break]On top of her mother’s death, she had become immensely concerned with the disease that took her life. The disease was genetic and there was a possibility that it would slowly take her like it did her mother. The thought of it nearly paralyzed Alice and affected her daily life significantly. It caused her to stop pursuing a guy she had developed a crush on and she cut down on the number of shows she was performing in for a while. It took a few years for Alice to get back to a place where she felt in control of her life once again.[break][break]By that point, Alice had been seriously contemplating returning to Maine. Her life in California had become a crutch for her and she had become increasingly homesick as the days went on. At some point in late spring of 2017, she finally decided it was time to pack up and go home. A few weeks later strange clouds started forming over San Francisco. The curious Alice decided to go down to witness the strange phenomenon. This day would be the last for the Alice Forsythe who dreamed of becoming a musician.[break][break]Overnight, Alice had had her mind opened to levels incomprehensible. Every thought she had became calculated and measured. At first, she was frightened and locked herself away from the world. It didn’t take very long for her new outlook to consume her, however. While she trapped in her own head, a thought occurred to her…[break][break]Humanity was inherently flawed. She saw death, illness, and the unforgiving hand of mother nature. She also saw war, greed, and discrimination. Alice believed humanity squandered the potential to ascend to something greater because of their inability to look past themselves. She also watched with intense attentiveness to the news reports of people flying and lifting objects with their minds.[break][break] It was then that Alice knew she had become a part of the next step in human evolution. Humanity’s time was coming to an end and there was no way they were going to go gently. She decided she had to prepare for herself and her new brothers and sisters. Alice has now dedicated herself to studying genetics and the potential alteration of them. Learning new subjects at an inhuman pace, she enrolled herself into a bioengineering program with an online component as a means to allow her eventual access to careers with labs and other useful resources. She has plans and will do everything and anything to put it in place.[break][break] [attr="class","hopelovetitle"]POWER [attr="class","hopelovetop"][attr="class","hopelovesub"]ABILITY[break][break]Alice has an extremely advanced intellect. She is capable of processing calculations and formulas at speeds comparable to supercomputers. Additionally, she has an eidetic memory with perfect recollection of events stored in her mind. Alice can use this ability to problem solve tasks quickly and efficiently. Any equation thrown at her, she can solve. Need the exact time, date, location, and persons involved of an event, she can describe it with flawless accuracy. She can even make logical predictions given enough information. She isn’t clairvoyant, but can certainly make fairly accurate predictions of predictable behavior.[break][break]This ability has effectively turned her into a human Summit supercomputer. With complete mastery over her brain, she has control over her pain receptors, reflexes, and every other internal process. With a thought she could slow her heart beat to an undetectable rate, increase the amount of adrenaline in her body for a boost of strength or even decrease blood flow to an area with an open wound.[break][break] LIMITS[break][break]Despite having complete control of her superhuman mind, her body is still effectively human. She will only ever be able to operate at speeds capable by her body. While she uses her bodies natural processes (i.e. adrenaline, norepinephrine, etc.)to her advantage, she would never be able to out run a cheetah or lift a car over her head example. Additionally, she is very limited when it comes to human behavior as she slowly becomes more and more detached. She can easily predict a logical outcome, but human nature is often anything but. Even if she could predict an illogical outcome, she couldn’t possibly fathom how or even why. [break][break]WEAKNESSES[break][break]A major problem for Alice, even if she no longer recognizes it, is that her intelligence has irrevocably altered her personality. The ability to process information at the level she does as dampened her ability to empathize or consider the smaller picture. To her, what is one person’s feelings to her overall goal? This makes it difficult for her to comprehend certain human emotions to an extent. This becomes limiting as she tries passing off as the girl she once was. Music, once her utmost passion, has become meaningless to her and she ever only seems to contact her father every so often for appearances. [break][break] Biologically speaking, she is still as vulnerable as anyone else. Being able to slow blood flow to an open wound, doesn’t negate the fact that there is an open wound. She can just as easily overexert herself using her body as a tool or blunt instrument, even if it is calculated. Nullifying pain receptors doesn’t mean she isn’t being hurt. She is ultimately still as vulnerable as the day she was born.[break][break] [attr="class","hopelovebot1"]PLAYED BY cherylthestrange [attr="class","hopelovebot2"] JESSICA BARDEN as ALICE FORSYTHE PHARAOH LEAP. 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