|.| Inception |.| Semi-literate to Literate

[Moondancer]

((Charlie's totem))

Charlie stood, slouched against the wall of a cafe with one hand in his waistcoat pocket. That hand was gently toying with the delicate silver links and black beads of the rosary that served as his totem. Charlie found fiddling with it comforting, calming somehow. He wrapped the chain twice around his hand and clutched the cross in his palm. He’d made it himself though, of course the silver used to make it wasn’t acquired by completely... honest means. He never could work out why he’d made a rosary as his totem; it wasn’t like he was religious. He tried not to over-analyse it.

Pale blue eyes darted back and forth, his gaze flitting from one person to another as they passed by him. He couldn’t trust anyone, not anymore. The hand that wasn’t holding his totem was resting over his jacket where he could feel the faint outline of the Glock that was strapped beneath it. He always kept a gun on him now. It had become even more dangerous for extractors recently and you could never be too careful. Never the less Charlie had to work, danger or not.

Charlie didn’t even have a proper home to go to now; he just moved from hotel to hotel. It wasn’t like he didn’t have enough money to buy a house, he had plenty, but he didn’t want to risk it. The last time he’d had a house, it had been raided by the government and Charlie had almost been killed. There was a still-healing bullet wound in his shoulder to attest to that. Instead, he never stayed in one place for longer than a month, he always used a fake name and he didn’t talk to anyone unless he was sure he could trust them.

It was getting harder to get a job as well. Extractors travelled alone usually and it was hard to recognise who actually was one. Unfortunately, you needed a group to perform a successful extraction, let alone inception. Charlie has performed inception once before but it had been several years ago; Charlie had only worked around 9 times since then. It was lucky that extraction paid so well.

Moving from his place against the wall, Charlie began walking down the street. He kept one hand against his gun at all times and he never stopped looking for possible enemies.

((I'll do Gabriel's later))

[AqueousSnake]

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Username - rozz18

Name - Karen Gillan

Nickname - 'Kaz' - to friends only.

Gender - Female

Age - Eighteen

Regular Human or Extractor - Extractor. [Do they have specific jobs, as in the film?]

Looks - Karen is tall and slightly willowy, standing around five foot eleven with legs being the most prominent part of her height. She rarely wears large high heels as if she does so, she tends to tower over people, something she hates to do. She's not particularly athletic and although slim, she seems more soft than muscular. Her hair falls to around two or three inches below her shoulders, and is a startling auburn. It's completely natural, as she dislikes the idea of changing yourself just for your aesthetic appearance. Dark brown, fox like eyes, stare out at out from a porcelain, clear skinned face - skin that is lightly tainted by a few delicate freckles. She's quite particular about her clothes. If she likes an outfit or a particular piece of clothing, she tends to wear it often, although in her opinion to wear anything but trousers two days in a row is a crime against hygiene. In summer, she's only seem wearing short shorts and most probably a vest top or something like that. In winter, she'll be seem in leggings and leather cowboy boots (although she has a tendency to wear these in the summer too).

Personality - Karen is quite flirty and fun, but only really opens up with people she's comfortable with. She doesn't like new people at all and comes across as cynical, sarcastic and a little cold. She hates being told what to do and rebels frequently, landing her in trouble regularly. She has authority problems. Serious ones. She doesn't have many close friends, but that's by choice, rather than design. She's also quite popular with the guys, but she doesn't feel like she's got anything to prove with them, so it makes her more relaxed around them. She often thinks she has seasonal affected disorder, and hates cold weather with a mutinous passion.

History - She was born to a reasonably small family, of her parents and one sister. Her mother died after she was born. Her sister died shortly before Karen's eleventh birthday. This was a major turning point in her life, the point where she decided 'Screw this, I'm doing what I want'. So with as much steely determination as a eleven year old can muster [which, actually is quite a bit] she focused on being as rebellious as she could. She moved from school to school, rarely staying in one for more than half a year before she was expelled. After three years her father had enough and sent her to military camp, so he could wash their hands of this mutinous teenager. To his surprise, she flourished in the camp, coming top at everything except for taking orders. After another two years she left the camp and was approached by an rogue Extractor. From then on, she knew what she was doing with her life. She wants to kick back at the world, which messed her life up.

BF/GF/Husband/Wife - X

Crush - Not yet, as she's fairly hard to impress.

Children - X

Other -

{ Posting a picture shortly }

[asexual pirate;;]

{I'll add more to Althea's later, I can't seem to think straight, so it might be a little short. And her totem is a small blue marble, I couldn't find the right pic.}

Althea breathed in the fresh air angrily, her last extraction was still bothering her. She took a deep breath and continued walking down the sidewalk with her head down and her hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket.

Even though she was skilled at her job, she hated it, everything around her, it seemed to her, was unpredictable. But occasionally, that paid off well if she could find her way into the deepest crevice of thinking. She looked up as she brushed past a man, his hand was against something and that worried her. She brushed her brown hair behing her ear and kept walking, in her palm was the blue marble that had kept her mind steady for her three extractions.

Glancing back, she brushed through a crowd, her pace slowing as the crowd slowed and pushed their way in front. Giving up,s he turned and walked back the other way.

[RoseQ]

((Finally, the chance to make my forms =3 ))

Username -
Hawkbelly
Name -
Alexander Chase
Nickname -
Alex
Gender -
male
Age -
19
Regular Human or Extractor -
Extractor
Looks -
Alex has a very shapen face. He has high cheekbones, and a low, sharp jaw. His has short black hair. His bangs have somewhat of a cow-lick. He is widely build and has strong looking arms. He's tall - at least six feet. He has dark brown eyes, that always give away his emotion easily. He usually has a stubbled face, as he doesn't like to shave.
Personality - {Minimum of three sentences.}
Alex is a very opinionated person. He is easily frustrated or angered. You can tell when he's not in a good mood as his usual talkitiveness changes to silence. He loves being social and talks a lot. It's hard to get even a word in talking to him. He easily makes good points, and is sometimes forceful if he disagrees with something. He's also very logical and thoughtful, and almost always has a plan. He's funny when he's tipsy, as he tends to get really... well, you could call it 'hyper.'
History - {This is normally a huge part of the drive for an extractor, so I expect this to be long if you are.}
Alex grew up with his parents and three sisters in Hungary. He loved his life there, and he especially loved his sister, Erzsebet, and protected her with his life. When he was seventeen, they tried to move to America, but his sisters and parents got left behind. Alex tries his hardest to get back to Hungary, but he was interested in becoming an extractor. While he was doing so, he got word that his mother back in Hungary had died. This made Alex a little edgy, and he wants to return back to Hungary more than ever. He always worries for Erzsebet and his other sisters.
BF/GF/Husband/Wife -
None
Crush -
Open
Children - {X if none.}
X
Other -
Sorry it's so short, I'll write more when posting, promise.

[tide.]

{I'll add more to Althea's later, I can't seem to think straight, so it might be a little short. And her totem is a small blue marble, I couldn't find the right pic.}

Althea breathed in the fresh air angrily, her last extraction was still bothering her. She took a deep breath and continued walking down the sidewalk with her head down and her hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket.

Even though she was skilled at her job, she hated it, everything around her, it seemed to her, was unpredictable. But occasionally, that paid off well if she could find her way into the deepest crevice of thinking. She looked up as she brushed past a man, his hand was against something and that worried her. She brushed her brown hair behing her ear and kept walking, in her palm was the blue marble that had kept her mind steady for her three extractions.

Glancing back, she brushed through a crowd, her pace slowing as the crowd slowed and pushed their way in front. Giving up,s he turned and walked back the other way.

{ So essentially this? :3 I feel no use in posting because. . . no one has replied to my post so yeah xD }

[RoseQ]

((Is Hawky accepted? =3
Also, if I was, where do we even start?))

[tide.]

{Yep, everyone who joined on this page has been accepted and added to the front page's list of members. :3 Just start however you want.}

[RoseQ]

((Okay, thanks.))
((Alexs totem: http://www1.yadvashem.org/yv/en/exhibit ... mer/01.jpg ))

Alex twisted his totem in his hand, the strings twirling in his diners. His brown eyes gazed into nothingness. He was considering the dream world and the real world.
What is real, anyway? What is the real world? How can we know? He wondered, gazing at his totem. He squinted his eyes a little in thought. He started to become restless. Suddenly, he thought of his life back in Hungary. His totem was all he had left of his life back then, and old artifact he had made. He thought of Erzsebet. When she heard he was moving, she was scared to be by herself.
Was Erzsebet real? How do I know she was? How do I know of I even had a family? All the question of reality came back to the same answer. How did he know?
Well, he didn't.

Hiding from the government was enough, but now all this questioning of what real was... It was starting to make Alex go a little crazy. He had heard of previous extractors who had gone insane. That prospect frightened him. He didn't want to go crazy.
Then again, would he have a choice, if it did happen.

[tide.]

{Bump :3}

{Great. . . we can definitely start, then. >:3 And I forgot to mention: this is Echo's totem. Also, I'm changing her age to 18. My character would feel too young o_O}



Echo

Echo gripped her totem tightly as her dark violet eyes searched the scene. "It isn't a dream," she murmured. She had long ago lost track of reality and dreams, and to be perfectly honest, the totem was the only thing keeping her from the government, and just bearly insanity. Her heart slammed against her chest as she walked down the street, the rain gently slapping the sidewalk. Echo watched her breath evaporate in the air as she felt the reassuring turning of the marble ball, clasped in the metal hands of the twirled spirals. Echo would never be quite sure why, but the ball was always turning in reality, but never in dreams. Hopefully her black hoodie and torn jeans wouldn't be too much of a "Look at me!" thing. Echo trudged down the street, the city awkwardly silent. For a moment, Echo felt like everyone was looking at her, and her totem was failing, but then. . . Echo threw her head down silent and cursed. Insanity, or maybe genius, was terrible.

I'll be home in another two hundred yards, Echo thought desperately. No one will get me there. . . hopefully. Echo's vitality was fading. She could feel it. She was loosing the will to live. But she would keep living until it was time to die, which hopefully wouldn't be by the government's hands. Echo, after a few more paces, was inside her apartment building. She raced to the elevator, which could seemingly not go fast enough, and she broke into a run as soon as she was off it. She fumbled for the key, stuffed it into the lock, and burst inside, slamming the door shut.

Now, she could choose to go into a dream right now and risk going into further insanity, but that also might bring her the next step closer to her parents murderer. That was what she had been looking for. Although it was extremely dangerous, forming her dreams out of memories was practically what she lived off of. She would have to stop sometime. But Echo wouldn't. Not until the Inception was completed. Then she'd find her parents murderer. And then she'd be free to form her dreams out of things that she'd she had always wanted her life to be.

Echo sank down into her "L" leather couch. Her apartment now completely rocked her to the core. It was utterly different than her old apartment, before she had moved out to do the Inception, before her parents died. . . After making so much money out of extracting and the two other Inceptions, she lived a very rich life. Echo, though, chose not to live in a house. Living in a house, which would be decidedly remote, would kind of point all signs to, "Hey, I'm an Extractor and I'd Like to be Left Alone" type of thing. Her apartment now had a bar with a dark granite countertop, with a bowl chrome sink and a presidential-suite-styled room size and shape. Her computer and chair sat in the corner of Echo's bedroom, which held a king sized bed and a wall of one-way glass to look into the living room, which she was now in. Echo loved things that were made entirely of glass. They fascinated her.

Echo's house, though, helped her take pride in what she had accomplished: being one of the greatest extractors that you'd ever meet, especially if you'd be able to make as much money out of it as she had. But being rich and self-absorbed wasn't her style. This was just the house she lived in, and if you were able to trust her and she could trust you she'd lay her life on the line for you.

Echo picked at the holes in her jeans, wondering who she'd ever meet that she'd be able to trust. She exhaled, and suddenly the room reverberated with a feeling of utter fear and despair, loss. Echo stood up promptly and walked into her room. She passed her hand over a space on the wall next to her dresser, which was a rich rosewood color. The perfectly concealed compartment in the wall didn't make a single sound as it opened, and Echo pulled out the gun with which she was so skilled. She stuffed it in back of her jeans and the compartment closed just as quickly and silently as she walked away. Echo sat down on her couch, thinking about how she could possibly manage to do Inception again, on the entire government, how she could possibly plant such an infectious idea on all of them.

From Echo's point of view, if just one of them had the idea after the Inception and passed it on to the rest of the country's government, it just wouldn't work. It would be shut down once the president got it, if the rest of the senate and the house even agreed to it. No, all the Extractors would somehow have to manage to do it to all of them. One huge Inception, one massive, consuming, obsessive idea that would grow to define them. Echo would get it done before she died. She wouldn't stop at any cost. It would be her duty to do this and fix the broken world that they were living in.

Echo pulled the gun from her back pocket and examined it. Not quite a pistol, but it was definitely automatic and above the standards of the average gun. The grip of it was smooth and metallic, with a glittering onyx shine to it. Echo knew that this gun would help lead her to victory. It just would. It had to.