[Muggywort]

Mark

[Pastel Gore]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Impress Me:

Res

[iBrevity]

username;;
iBrevity

name;;
Serendipity "Seren"

online he's called "Fluke" [this is a rather in-depth pun, as the word "fluke" is a synonym for "serendipity" but is also the word to describe the two sections of a whale's tail, a silhouette of it being his online avatar and 'calling card']

gender;;
male

occupation;;
a hacker/tech whiz/general media harbinger
Serendipity has been interested in technology since he was a kid. He started hacking at the ripe old age of seven, although back then he was more interested in getting behind the scenes of his favorite virtual pet adoption websites and rigging the coding to his favor then he was perusing private government files. As Serendipity got older he realized his affinity for technology was quite unusual (he never had anybody teach him things like coding or hacking but rather picked them up on his own) and began advertising his skills for hire. At first he got only little jobs, simple things that Seren could do in a night, but the assignments became increasingly harder as time went on. By the time he was 17 he had hacked into the NSA to steal a document full of files that, to him, made no sense, and after he passed it along to his contractor he was approached by Beauregard in person. Beauregard hired Seren to work for him permanently; he bought Seren a nice flat in Chicago and all of the equipment he asked for. Serendipity has been working for Beauregard for nearly two years now and takes only small side jobs when he has time; otherwise whatever he's got his fingers in he's doing it on Beauregard's dime.

theme song;; Lonely Boy by The Black Keys
personality;;
flirty || discreet || haughty || intuitive
At face value Seren is nothing more than a teenager. He's headstrong, prone to do what he wants, disobedient in every order unless there's money behind it. He's rather selfish, greedy, reckless; but Seren is also incredibly, awesomely smart. He's had a knack for technology since he was a kid and he's cherished it rather than putting it aside; to Seren, no other person can even come close to holding as much interest to him as a computer does. To Seren, a conversation is just an annoying buzz; he thinks instead of coding and hacking and the sensation of the keys depressing beneath his fingers. He knows how to present a façade of what he thinks people want to see; he knows how to play the part of the teenager lounging in some borrowed flat in graphic tee shirts and board walk shorts. He knows how to look like he's not as intelligent as he is because he's been doing it for his entire life. In reality though, Seren is much more than "just a teenager".

He's very good at compartmentalizing and dodging morally grey zones in missions that are handed to him. Seren does have a flair for the dramatic and he's got an eye for beautiful things, whether they be men, women, art, photography, anything. He surrounds himself with beautiful things, in fact. He's quite flirty but rarely follows through on his flirtations; he has a sizable fear of commitment and is also frightened of getting too close to someone and putting them in danger via his association to Beauregard. Still, he will uphold his loyalty to Beauregard through anything because Beau is paying for Seren's dad, and Seren knows this. He's okay with never seeing him again if he knows he's being taken care of, and he does know that. He's kind of arrogant because he spent his childhood being praised for everything he did in school, and he can be annoyingly haughty; he also prizes his looks and takes great care with his hair.


backstory;;
Seren's childhood was painfully mundane. He was raised by a single father after his mother hastily vacated their lives on his first birthday; he doesn't remember much of her at all, apart from a snippet of a laugh he thinks might've belonged in her mouth. He loved his dad, although he didn't see him very often. The older Seren got the more hours his dad worked; by the time Seren was five and could make a sandwich without adult supervision his dad was holding down three separate jobs just to pay for their house. His adolescence continued in a similar vein. In fact Serendipity first got into technology singularly by trying to salvage his own computer as his dad couldn't afford to buy him one; he canvassed dumpsters until he found enough pieces to glue one back together, and somehow it worked.

Seren's love for technology only grew from there. To soften the strain on his father's budget Seren began repairing any kind of tech he could get his hands on and then selling it at a far higher value. He substituted this money everywhere he could, anywhere where his father would be relieved to see it and not question the sudden appearance of a wad of cash in the wake of his gratitude. As he got older his business expanded and Serendipity got into hacking when he stumbled on the money in it. He sailed through high school, his thoughts consumed with his side-missions rather than his schoolwork, and he was shortly thereafter approached by Beauregard. He started doing jobs for anonymous people he met online, but so long as the money appeared in his bank account he didn't care. Serendipity had stalled young but he was happy and his dad was down to just one job and he thought that would be enough.

By the time Seren turned 18 Beauregard had suggested he move to Chicago to continue his employment for him. Seren was uninterested in leaving his father and reluctant to move; right up until he learned his dad had been diagnosed with cancer. While Seren was making a good amount of money hacking and a larger stipend working for Beauregard he wasn't making enough to afford the chemo payments, and his dad's cancer was particularly aggressive. Desperately Seren approached Beauregard for help, and for the price of a ten year contract for employment Beauregard ensured Seren's dad got into the best leukemia facility in the country. Seren proceeded to cut all ties with his dad, and gave him a burner phone and a hug, and then moved to Chicago.

He's been there for about a year now, and gets regular updates from his father's doctors on the progression of the cancer. He's doing remarkably well; he lives on site at the facility now but is not currently undergoing any treatments. Seren can't talk with him much because of the business he's involved in (he doesn't want any of his enemies finding out he's not the orphan he says he is) but he's okay. He's happy. His dad is safe, and Seren finds a certain kind of joy in cracking open a website's security anyway, so he can't ask for much more.


short story;;
Serendipity is roused by a slamming door. He sits up groggily, squinting his eyes against the sunlight glaring through the sheer curtains hung opposite his bed. Beauregard stands in his doorway with an envelope in one hand and an absent sort of smile on his face. Seren yawns and runs a hand back through his hair, practically flattened by sleep. He notices belatedly that Beauregard's hair is up in a bun today.

"Where are you going now?" He asks, rubbing a kink out of his neck. Beauregard always wears his hair down unless he's en route to a mission, but Seren isn't quite sure how that equates with him showing up at his flat.

Beauregard's smile broadens. "Serbia," he says. He tosses the envelope with a fluid flick of his wrist; it sails in a pretty arc and lands in Seren's lap. "And you're coming with me."

An airplane ticket slides free from the envelope. Seren looks incredulously at it. "To Serbia?" He says, arching an eyebrow. "Why? I can hack Serbian databases from my living room, Beau; I've told you this before."

"Yes well this mission requires some delicacy," he replies, "And I've looked into the databases myself; I'm certain you'll need to be there in person."

Despite the early hour Seren's interest is piqued. "A new kind of firewall?" He asks hopefully, and there's a note of excitement in his voice that even Beauregard notices.

"Of a sort," he says breezily. He gestures again to the tickets. "Our plane leaves in twenty minutes. Pack light."

Fifteen minutes later finds them sailing through the security measures. Beauregard is so casually charming that most people don't look twice at him, or if they do they're looking at him not with suspicion but rather with interest. Seren keeps his hood up and is largely ignored, which is beneficial to him; as he walks he's hacking into the airplane's database and switching their seats to first class. He's still tired and the idea of leg room appeals to him.

The flight is long and exhausting and Seren sleeps for the majority of it. When he wakes it's to Beauregard's hand on his shoulder, rousing him for food. They have a two hour layover that Seren spends in the airport shops and then they land in Serbia. He's cramped from the airplane, first class or not, and thrilled to stretch his legs. Beauregard procures a car from a questionable place and drives them to a little bed and breakfast place that even Seren notices lacks cameras. They split a room and dinner. Beauregard reads documents that Seren is pretty sure are in Serbian, so he stretches out on the bed and naps off and on. The hotel's wifi doesn't allow him much freedom and he doesn't want to set up his own equipment here.

They've been there for a couple hours when Beauregard stands suddenly. He throws an outfit to Seren that's all black and suspiciously skintight; Seren dresses without complaint, although the style isn't his. Beauregard puts on something similar and tells Seren what they'll be doing. A midnight raid on a local mafia. Seren had to come in person because the firewall is a literal firewall; the databases aren't online, so the only way to hack them is to come in person. The firewall consists of twenty armed men and women with army training.

"Who's funding this mission?" Seren asks while he slicks his hair down and puts a cap over his head to hide the riot of colors.

Beauregard laughs. "It's just me," he says, neatly zipping the front of his suit. "There's something on these banks I'm quite interested in."

Seren doesn't ask further. He has little qualms about doing things that exist in a grey spot but he doesn't need to hear details about what Beauregard will be doing. Beauregard drives them without the headlights on and Seren leans back into the seat until he can feel the equipment in his backpack pushing about his flesh.

The mission itself goes over surprisingly well. Beauregard leaves Seren alone in a room with a single lightbulb and a wall of computer monitors and vanishes into the night. Seren hears the occasional burst of gunfire but otherwise it's almost eerily silent while he works. Eventually he loses himself in the process of it; he doesn't notice when Beauregard comes back, doesn't hear the man's unsettled breathing and the whisper of cloth as he wipes his hands clean.

When Seren finishes they've been there for nearly an hour. Beauregard watches him download the contents of the computer banks to a flashdrive and then they leave. He reads the documents in the hotel room while Seren paces and comes down from the adrenaline that hacking leant him. His hands are trembling still when he finally perches at the foot of the bed.

"Did you get what you needed?" He asks.

Beauregard looks sidelong at him. His hair is still up in a bun although it has lost some of its professionalism; tight curls have come slack around his face and Seren thinks there might be a smear of blood at the base of his scalp. "Yes," he says, grinning now. "We've got everything. You did well, Seren."

Seren thinks of the bodies he'd had to step over on their way off the property and nods. He flops back onto the bed. "Thanks," he says to the ceiling. "It's what I do."


[note; page dividers and whale tail art are not mine]

[MysteryAlley]

Username: mysteryalley
Name: aamu
Gender: female

wow , this is all new
a new day
a new start

likes ;
mango smoothies
soft textures
caring for things
writing

dislikes ;
being alone
not being able to hear self think
music
too many people
being watched

a sunset is the end
entry one
hello journal . my name is aamu .
you're safe in my hands now .
i have always wanted a journal , and now i do
its nice to meet you , its always great to make a new friend
sorry if i write too messily, im always rushing
how are you doing ? i don't want to hurt you
you know , I've always wanted to go on adventures
but im scared I'll wimp out
or that no one will come with me
but now I have you
now i just need a camera .

[Gaycko]

MY FORM, just needing to move it to this acount on a post I can edit from I spoke to Ginger

Res, name is Mikonu (my-know-new), he's not your average, everyday kalon

Huge awesome idea! Also apologies, my form will contain many strange words and require some extra work to understand. I have provided a dictionary to help understand.

"I am where?"

"Earth"

Understanding Krooline 101
Enone(s);; Similar to Earth's year, that ratio is every enone is 5 Earth years
Zycrotyn Stongest man/kalon made metal on Krooline, can withstand high temperatures and high impact
Ileko (eye-lee-coo) help

★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄★☄

Kalon Name; Mikonu (my-know-new)
Kalon Gender; Male
Kalon Age; 200 Enones (E-nones)

Introduction;; Part 1
Smoke billowed upwards in forms of intricate swirls and chambers while inside an encasement of Zycrotyn (zz-eye-crow-ton) metal, a tattered, twisted leg stuck out from a pile of wreckage, a slight tremble giving away to the life attached. "Ileko," coughed a strange sounding voice, the word seeming gibberish to the investigating Kalon as he tip-toed closer, keeping his head low. "Ileko," rose again, leg falling limp.

"Don't worry I got you," Kellin assured, dropping his pack and digging into the strange encasement not all that afraid of what could be inside, all he knew was whatever, whoever it was, was hurt.

Grasping a thick clump of skin and fur between his loose jaws, Kellin wriggled him from the smoking pile of metal and dragged onto a cool, shaded patch of tall grass, the long strands sprouting up, poking him in both the nose, mouth, and eyes as he let the stranger go.

[AustrianAce]

Username: Austriagirl
Name: Ajax McCartney
Gender: Male

click below for my form -->

[angelshy]

friendly bump! c:

[ginger,]

Ends in 5 days! If an extension is needed, PM me!

[starshine,]

Username: silent,
Name:
Gender:
Impress Me: res ahh

[DragonGlitch]

mark