(UPDATE: Character Alias and design has been altered to fit his character more. Enjoy.)
IGN:
loredevil - ALT (acc i'm applying on)
jaycentral - ALT
atjayy - MAIN
Describe your activity on the server:
As of August of 2023, I currently hold two significant roles within the server. I’m a part of the Male Spartan Football team on my main account, and hold a Reporter tag on my alt. Throughout the two years that I’ve been on the server, I’ve drastically changed and made many attempts at proving who I’ve meant to be for a while. I don’t go to school anymore, either, so i’m fairly active throughout the day - 12+ hours depending on how I feel.
I carry a role within the Community Team, that being the lore tag. I’ve been fairly busy with my own lore project, but have set aside to develop the most interesting character I can ever think of - one I truly want to go down within the server’s history.
FACTIONS:
Currently I’m only a part of the Reporter faction, which I joined back in April. I wouldn’t personally say I know it all when it comes to being a reporter, but I can pretty much do anything without worrying about what other folks have to say. If given the opportunity, I would give up this faction in a heartbeat.
I was also recently EMS for some time, but left due to personal reasons. EMS was my first official faction, outside of sports, that I’ve joined. I had no idea what it was like to do something like this, nor did I ever expect to go as far as I did. My writing improved, my character development, etc. Who knew what the wonders of Roleplaying out a silly doctor would bring you.
FOOTBALL
My absolute favorite thing to do on the server. This is the tag I hold on my main account, atjayy, alongside my LORE tag. As of currently, I’ve been a part of the team for roughly four or so months, and I’ve only been wanting to do better since then. I think of the team as my own family, going to them when needed, and they look up to me for numerous reasons. This is the one and only tag I would not throw away.
Specify your Discord username (USER#0000) and if you have a microphone:
atjayy
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
North America; MST (Mountain Standard Time)
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?:
As a player who’s overwhelmingly familiar with how CrimeRP works, I’ve spent years participating in countless events, as well as leading my own gangs / teams. I’ve sparked a major interest within the faction, as I have recently become an associate for Nylu’s BMD character. It sort of feels at home - like I have nothing to worry about, since I can fit myself in immediately. Besides, who doesn’t want to sell weapons?
I’m excited to see how far my writing will go. The character I have created, and the whole reasoning behind my application, has been a blast to conduct with a bunch of silly words. I tend to get caught up with my character designing, and often spend my time writing about them, and only them.
I want to continue expanding the knowledge I have with CriminalRP, and see how far it can get me. Plus, I’d make a bunch of new friends this way, and who doesn’t want that?
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?:
To begin, I’d like to make a short summary on who I am as a player.
- I’m atjayy. I’ve been a part of the server for over two years, and started off head first into CrimeRP. Since the start of those two years, my writing, my characters, and who I am as a person have all been affected one way or another, and for the better. I only expect myself to grow from my experience and do better as an individual. Now, let’s get onto the big part.
Why am I so unique compared to the rest of the applicants?
WRITING:
It’s uncommon to NOT come across some of the work I’ve done for the server. Sure I’ve only recently been brought onto the LORE team, but there have been other projects and factions I’ve been a part of that got me to where I am today. I used to be a senior doctor within the EMS faction for a while, and my writing took off from the start.
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT:
The love I have for my own silly characters is out of this world. I put my heart and effort into creating something unique, and turn it into a heartwarming message so players are able to understand why I created them in the first place. Let’s take my BMD character for example: Fedir Lorincz’s story tells a tale of a boy who wanted to see the world, and had no hatred in his heart. After losing everyone in his life, and undergoing real life experiments, his life is impacted in a way he won’t ever forget. Due to his recent traumas, he develops a character within his own, who too, has their own quirk and challenge.
ACTIVITY:
As stated above, and mentioned again, my activity is through the roof right now. I can maintain pretty much any account at any given time, as long as I have the inspiration to carry on with the roleplay - and right now, that’s all I wish to do. I’m active in any chat - any server, - and I’m friendly with any stranger I come across.
CRIME:
It’s no joke when I tell you I’ve been CrimeRPing for years. I was more kept to myself, rather than roleplay with a large group, but that’s the beauty behind it all. I led gangs, I sold my own weapons - hell, I even became an associate and did my own thing for a while. If you need to trust someone with crime, you can leave it in the hands of me. Plus, I know every little spot in the sewers. It's practically impossible for me to get caught.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?:
Where do I even begin?
Throughout the two years I’ve been a part of the server, I’ve gradually built my way up the ladder of roles, both ICly and OOCly. I went from High School Track, up to my spot on the Lore Team. Let’s break it down, shall we?
OOC//LORE:
This OOC faction plays a major role when it comes to my time spent across the wide variety of servers SchoolRP has to offer. Other than tailoring servers, and whatnot, this was my first actual experience when it came to working with a team to help benefit the server. I was brought on during the last wave, and have only strived to go further and beyond. The lore team is heavily influenced by those around you and working alongside the team to maintain the server’s lore. It’s all fun, really.
IC//FACTIONS & TEAMS:
I’m mostly notorious for my time spent in the EMS faction, which took place earlier this year. Like I’ve mentioned above, I was only ever on the team for a few odd months, before I left due to personal reasons - but boy, was it a blast. I learned all sorts of things; how to actually roleplay better, the basics of bettering yourself and the character design you’ve created, etc. However, the reporter faction tells a different tale. . Sorta. I mean, my writing has improved tenfold since the start, but so has my entire look on SRP.
CRIME/GANGRP:
Oh boy, this is a wonder. For as long as I can recall, I’ve been extremely active within CrimeRP and GangRP as a whole. I originally started back in 2021, where I believe it was at its peak, and continued to carry on with it. For some time, I had no idea what I was doing - a new player, new rules - I was lost. My friend and I, at the time, found a gang we took interest in heavily; Sutoka. Does it ring a bell? Perhaps not.
This gang was my first official look into GangRP, and it helped me learn the basics of how to use perms, get away with crimes, etc. Eventually, I fell in love with the whole ordeal.
I never truly quit CrimeRP, even if I spent my time off from the server, or away from dedicated roleplay. No matter where I stood on the server, CrimeRP has always been there for me from the start.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?:
I, for one, don’t have too many problems with how CrimeRP is played out this time of year. However, there have been multiple cases of invalid perms, or just entire rules gone unheard of due to the lack of communication. There’s a handful of rules and suggestions I can bring forth, and perhaps change during my time in the faction.
Firstly, let’s address a situation I’ve received complaints about. When it comes to shipments, and whatnot, I have seen multiple players explain how unfair it is that they weren’t aware that stealing a shipment resulted in instant KPS until used or expired, despite having OOC consent or not. This is an issue known throughout the community, and addressing it as such in the official rules, rather than it being something you have to find out yourself through experience. I understand that this isn’t common, unlike the rest of the KPS rules, but it’s better to have it addressed, rather than it go unheard and cause further problems.
This next suggestion doesn’t target the entirety of the crime faction, but I think there should be more events planned for both ICly and OOCly players. Honestly, anything like this could end miserably for anyone, especially since the Crime faction, to me, includes not only those who work for it, but the player base itself - which we all know how some players get. Simple, small event ideas could be a great way to bring back old players or spark an interest in those who are inexperienced, but want to give it a shot.
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?:
Like a charm.
Are you familiar with that if you leave the black market at any point, the black market lead will have permanent kill permissions on your character?:
Sure. I’d enjoy a good game of manhunt.
Are you familiar with that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested twice, you will be removed from the black market?:
Yeah. It won’t happen, though. I’m good at this.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?:
Never have. Don’t have a reason to, anyways.
IC INFORMATION:
“I’ll do it for you, Zlata.”
Full Legal Name:
Fedir Lorincz
Criminal Alias:
‘STEINER’
Age & Occupation:
38. Sort of a mad scientist, I suppose.
Gender & Marital Status:
Male. He’s a widower, of some sort.
Ethnicity & Race:
White; Hungarian.
Known Languages:
Hungarian, Japanese
Former Associations/Occupations:
Scientist II; 2014-2019
As of now, this is the only position Fedir has admitted to be a part of. During his time as a scientist for an unnamed laboratory hidden away in the Hungary mountains. He was responsible for testing and finding all sorts of new medications and vaccines to diseases. Unfortunately, the company was low on profit, and was forced to shut down.
Scien..Tist..: ▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋
What is PROJECT XERA?:
A team responsible for creating and breaking down compound elements; a massive research group. What about them happened to be so special; why were they beneficial to the world? Oh, too many questions with little to no answer.
PROJECT XERA was the core foundation of the most intense, blood ridden diseases and cures throughout the lands. The research team often tested their chemistry on animals and humans, in a vile attempt at success - anything mattered right now. It was a trap, however - an inevitable one, at that. The entire project was bait to lure in the best scientists from around the globe, and use their brain power to create all sorts of chemicals and potions. It went wrong - so, so wrong.
Highest Level of Education:
A PhD in biology - a Master’s in Physics. | Eötvös Loránd University
Physical/Mental Ailments:
Fedir Lorincz; the man without a face, or so witnesses told. If you caught a glimpse of the fiend, his face would’ve been the ugliest sight you’ve laid your poor eyes upon. Sickening scorched skin scarred half of his facial features, and the reminiscence of a blade covered the other half of his face, leaving him partially impaired. Fedir limped on both legs, but was fairly seen to take it the worst on his left; he strutted through the streets. Every finger on his left hand was shaded a different color, and was held on by surgical scars.
DID:
Fedir hides a deeper being beneath his form - a divine figure so powerful, it could tear the world apart within minutes. No one knows of the beings name, or its origins, but it resides within Fedir himself, only coming out when deemed necessary. Fedir has created an entire life outside of his own; a personality so in control that when Lorincz comes to, he is forced to lock himself away to suffer.
Something lurks beneath the shadows, however. Can you find it?
ALICE IN WONDERLAND SYNDROME:
“LSD without the Euphoria, pretty much.”
Known Family Members:
Zlata Lorincz - Wife [DECEASED]
A former scientist, similar to Fedir himself. She was known for captivating and hosting research projects amongst the team; her most honorable idea would’ve been her own cure to salvation. Unfortunately, she met her demise before the project went abroad. It’s better to rid the world of a curse, than to accept it into your life.
Illya Lorincz - Father ▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋
The last semi-familiar relative in Fedir’s life. Illya was well known for his research and his great discoveries. During PROJECT XERA’s run, he suddenly went missing. Where had he gone?
▋▋▋▋ . . ▋▋
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
“No. . Face. .”
A brute force of nature; 'STEINER' presented himself with an unruly appearance. The entire side of his left face was scarred over by charred skin, which carried an eyepatch, whilst the right had severe claw marks over the eye - they looked fresh, too. Fedir looked sickly - like a disease had corrupted his life; oh, why maybe it did.
Beneath his baggy, disheveled clothing, lied the remains of a freak accident. Surgical scars were printed into the skin on his back, which stood out in contrast from the third degree burns that littered the entire left side of his body. The fingers on his left hand were all different colors, which were held together by faded scars - he usually wore gloves, either way.
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
All he’s ever wanted was to be loved. Why didn’t he get that?
Fedir was a lovely man, and an even better scientist. His soul was brighter than the rest - like the shiniest star in the sky; he was truly a dream. Lorincz took care of the sick - took care of the dying -, as it was his one wish to rid the world of its problems. With a heart of gold, this man couldn’t do no harm right? Even despite how cruel the world had been to the man, he loved everything and everyone.
Though..
Do you recall the divine figure? 'Paieon' Lorincz was the end result of PROJECT XERA. Throughout the months of torture Fedir was forced to endure, he created another being within himself as comfort, earning him the name Paieon. Story tells that 'Paieon' is the complete opposite of Fedir - a corrupt being born from the hatred that resided within its host. It’s horrifying, once you get to see it. - 'Paieon' has yet to care for a corrupt world, only thinking of the one goal he had in mind; boundless success.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail:
Jász-Nagykun-Szolnok | Kunhegyes, Hungary
January 19, 1985; 12:07 A.M.
“For those you love, my darling.”
The result of a mistake presented itself to the world; his name was Fedir Lorincz. The boy was a rainbow child - Illya Lorincz and Katalin Lorincz’s fifth and final attempt at having a child of their own. Only melancholy tragedy would occur from here on out.
Fedir’s childhood was marvelous, until it came down on him. Being the only child of the couple, he got every single toy he asked for, even with their poverty hole. Illya, the father of Fedir, never found himself at home. He happened to be too busy in the lab, trying to find some sort of potion to bring his family wealth. This spiraled into Katalin falling into a deep, depressing arc - she often neglected her baby boy. He had done no harm though, so Illya thought.
Nevermind that..
The baby boy never had friends, nor did he ever plan on making any. He was an outcast shunned away from the world by his dearest mother; oh, how he hated the thought of her. Fedir spent the first 13 years of his life locked away in the house while his mother was running about, selling her body off for cash behind father’s back. Poor boy was too alone in this world, who could save him? Illya continued his studies in another land - it was for the family. When he was home, though, Fedir was the only being in his life he made known, despite the issues he bore.
Fedir’s one way to cope with the built up trauma, was creating his own machines with the parts his father gave him when he had visited. His prized possession had to be the water fountain he built from cans, a bit of water, and a bunch of hope. However, the boy wanted nothing more than to see the outside world, other than attending school and going to the chapel. One night, he confronted his father in theory. .
“Papa?” The boy called out one night. He stood from the doorway, casting a glare upon his ancient father. “When will momma let me roam free?”
Illya choked on his words; his cloudy eyes filled with saddening tears - nothing would come of it, though. He was hopeless. Father readjusted the glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose, before he hesitantly spoke out to the boy. “You.. You are free, my boy.” Was Fedir truly free from his corrupt mother’s hold?
The story continues like no other. Fedir has graduated high school, or for once, he felt at peace - he was away from his mother. The boy went on to live with his father halfway across the country, leaving Katalin by her lonesome. For sometime, everything moved ever so slowly - time, itself, seemed to have been frozen in place. One evening, Fedir had a thought floating about - aloof -, something was urging him to call his father. What was it? The boy reached for the phone and dialed his phone - it went straight to voicemail.
Illya never came home that evening. No one spoke of his whereabouts, or what could’ve possibly gone wrong.
January 19, 1985; 12:07 A.M.
“For those you love, my darling.”
The result of a mistake presented itself to the world; his name was Fedir Lorincz. The boy was a rainbow child - Illya Lorincz and Katalin Lorincz’s fifth and final attempt at having a child of their own. Only melancholy tragedy would occur from here on out.
Fedir’s childhood was marvelous, until it came down on him. Being the only child of the couple, he got every single toy he asked for, even with their poverty hole. Illya, the father of Fedir, never found himself at home. He happened to be too busy in the lab, trying to find some sort of potion to bring his family wealth. This spiraled into Katalin falling into a deep, depressing arc - she often neglected her baby boy. He had done no harm though, so Illya thought.
Nevermind that..
The baby boy never had friends, nor did he ever plan on making any. He was an outcast shunned away from the world by his dearest mother; oh, how he hated the thought of her. Fedir spent the first 13 years of his life locked away in the house while his mother was running about, selling her body off for cash behind father’s back. Poor boy was too alone in this world, who could save him? Illya continued his studies in another land - it was for the family. When he was home, though, Fedir was the only being in his life he made known, despite the issues he bore.
Fedir’s one way to cope with the built up trauma, was creating his own machines with the parts his father gave him when he had visited. His prized possession had to be the water fountain he built from cans, a bit of water, and a bunch of hope. However, the boy wanted nothing more than to see the outside world, other than attending school and going to the chapel. One night, he confronted his father in theory. .
“Papa?” The boy called out one night. He stood from the doorway, casting a glare upon his ancient father. “When will momma let me roam free?”
Illya choked on his words; his cloudy eyes filled with saddening tears - nothing would come of it, though. He was hopeless. Father readjusted the glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose, before he hesitantly spoke out to the boy. “You.. You are free, my boy.” Was Fedir truly free from his corrupt mother’s hold?
The story continues like no other. Fedir has graduated high school, or for once, he felt at peace - he was away from his mother. The boy went on to live with his father halfway across the country, leaving Katalin by her lonesome. For sometime, everything moved ever so slowly - time, itself, seemed to have been frozen in place. One evening, Fedir had a thought floating about - aloof -, something was urging him to call his father. What was it? The boy reached for the phone and dialed his phone - it went straight to voicemail.
Illya never came home that evening. No one spoke of his whereabouts, or what could’ve possibly gone wrong.
College came and went; Fedir was legally a mastermind, scoring himself two certified degrees.. By the age of 30, he had married the love of his life - her name was Zlata Groff, and oh, was she lovely. They met each other at the college library, where both had happened to take interest in the same subject and goals. Zlata wanted to cure cancer, and any other sickening disease that had ruined the Earth, while Fedir wished to fulfill his father’s dreams of being the best damn scientist ever. Together, they planned on changing the world, one step at a time, even if it required a sacrifice. There was nothing more in this world that they wanted, other than to have a kid of their own. Poor Zlata struggled to get pregnant, and when she did, the baby always fell ill shortly after - an inevitable demise, one would have to say. They were devastated! This, a baby, was their only wish.
Nothing could’ve prepared them for what was about to occur, however.
To you, darling girl; for those you love. Desperate times call for desperate measures, no?
With a passion for anything, and everything, science, the loveliest couple set off into the mountains of Hungary. Deep inside, away in complete and insufferable isolation, lies an old, old laboratory full of lab coats and the boring individuals cursed to wear them. It was all they could’ve ever wanted.
“My darlin’! Oh, how this is just wonderful!” Zlata spoke enchantedly, as if the only thing she ever wanted in the world was to be by Fedir’s side, and really, it was. Time had passed already, and before they knew it, they'd been there for two and a half years.
Fedir had begun doing monthly journal updates after a few years of being a part of the laboratory. Nothing too irregular or out of the ordinary, just small, simple entries to start the new month. It was actually Zlata’s idea to begin with, but it gradually shifted over time and became something he was fond of. The pages to the journal are far too tattered to remain in his journal, so Fedir carries around the ones he finds most memorable. For quite some time, what they did for work was like no other. Zlata was a Scientist I, meaning she focused on her intense research for the time being. Fedir was a tier higher, which often forced the pair to be separate at times.
Nothing could’ve prepared them for what was about to occur, however.
To you, darling girl; for those you love. Desperate times call for desperate measures, no?
With a passion for anything, and everything, science, the loveliest couple set off into the mountains of Hungary. Deep inside, away in complete and insufferable isolation, lies an old, old laboratory full of lab coats and the boring individuals cursed to wear them. It was all they could’ve ever wanted.
“My darlin’! Oh, how this is just wonderful!” Zlata spoke enchantedly, as if the only thing she ever wanted in the world was to be by Fedir’s side, and really, it was. Time had passed already, and before they knew it, they'd been there for two and a half years.
Fedir had begun doing monthly journal updates after a few years of being a part of the laboratory. Nothing too irregular or out of the ordinary, just small, simple entries to start the new month. It was actually Zlata’s idea to begin with, but it gradually shifted over time and became something he was fond of. The pages to the journal are far too tattered to remain in his journal, so Fedir carries around the ones he finds most memorable. For quite some time, what they did for work was like no other. Zlata was a Scientist I, meaning she focused on her intense research for the time being. Fedir was a tier higher, which often forced the pair to be separate at times.
Oh, it was truly a love story. They made it work, despite their current living conditions. Zlata and Fedir never once abandoned their dream of having a family of their own. In fact, they happened to have planned out a cure to infertility - the one curse holding them back from their dream.
This world is a work of art. There are those who wish to tear this world away from the ones who truly need it, whilst those who wreak havoc to return what was lost seep into their own sickening pores. Where had their life gone wrong? Fedir and Zlata were bound to suffer together in the end - their inevitable result of their own actions. Corrupt scientists; this was their bidding. All of those pages. . Where had they gone? Fedir must’ve kept years of his literature kept away in his scorched journal. Oh, what a shame it had to have been to suffer the fate he did.
They were so, so corrupt. It must’ve been the environment.
There were new scientists studying amongst Fedir’s group. They came from a lab south of Turkey, and go by the name Xerathos. Unfamiliar faces, and a language too difficult to speak; Fedir found himself rather unfortunate when it came to meeting the new folks. It didn’t matter, however. . They were strange. Too strange, actually.
The journals. Fedir had to snag a new one in order to continue his literature, but the papers started to tear at each end. After the whole ordeal, they had begun to rot away from the flames that were once set upon their hardback cover. Their words were illegible; the pages themself were torn apart, one by one.
A new research group appeared, almost out of thin air, and claimed to have been from the south end of Turkey. Those present before them don’t believe a fool’s lie, however. They saw through their excuse of a tale. Who even were in the Xerathos research group? Too many questions, little to no answer. Fedir shouldn’t mind it, they haven’t caused any harm.
Though. .
Overtime, it gradually grew worse. Fedir only saw Zlata once in a blue moon, and that’s if he was lucky enough to catch her on her own. Her mental health was rapidly decreasing, as did her physical health. She would rarely conversate with her own loving husband, and spent her time locked away. It must’ve been those new scientists, Fedir had thought at the time. All this work seemed to have broken her down to her core. At least she was successful.
She was half way through the biggest project of her life. Finally, her cure to her own salvation - permanently rid herself, and those struggling with, of infertility. It was a separate project, though with the support of her loving husband, and the rest of the team, she believed she had finally solved the inevitable fate of her future kid. All she needed was a bit more time and support, and perhaps it was set in stone.
No.. What a fool she was.
Zlata was killed off. The locket necklace she wore at times was the only gift left behind.
What the hell is going on? She stopped showing up to work, alongside those a part of this project. But what the hell? This isn’t fair. How did they die?
Fedir was.. Next. Not enough grieving in the world could’ve prepared the man for what was bound to happen next. He was trapped in an endless cycle of self destruction, and pitiness, that he had forgotten his true self.
There was one figure in his life who still granted him his wish.
Let’s talk about Paieon, the Greek physician god known to heal and protect the injured throughout the wars. As a boy, Fedir always wanted to please the god - he was the being the boy looked up to when his father went missing, and even before then. Paieon was the reasoning behind his love for science and healing. But now, the man found comfort in this mythological being, even creating an alternate version of himself to take over when it got too heavy for him. Fedir named it after his idol.
Could Paieon hold up to the fate aforementioned?
It happened like no other. Months and months after Zlata’s sudden, but mysterious death, Fedir continued to work his mind and body to death. He used living, breathing people as test subjects, and if they were lucky enough, they would’ve died from the chemicals that clouded their mind. Fedir fell victim of the one thing he swore to destroy, and instead, he became overrun by Paieon’s conscious.
Fedir, himself, had begun to undergo experiments himself. They took his fingers and reattached total strangers - some dead, some still breathing. It was utter hell for those who had to undergo the procedure, which all started due to the theory of how phantom pains could work, and if other limbs would function within another vessel. Fedir had grown unalarmed, and rather favored the pain now. It was the only thing keeping him physically alive. The rest of him had been destroyed.
Fedir’s handwriting had worsened after every entry. He was slowly destroying his mental health, while still carrying on his family legacy of being the best. His work died down, unfortunately, due to fear of him being killed off due to his high intelligence - the same fate Zlata endured shortly before.
Endless days and nights, Fedir was forced to suffer. From being a living experiment, to literally using prisoners as test subjects, this was his life for the last two months of the project. It was all he knew of, and it was what built his character.
Fedir, himself, had begun to undergo experiments himself. They took his fingers and reattached total strangers - some dead, some still breathing. It was utter hell for those who had to undergo the procedure, which all started due to the theory of how phantom pains could work, and if other limbs would function within another vessel. Fedir had grown unalarmed, and rather favored the pain now. It was the only thing keeping him physically alive. The rest of him had been destroyed.
Fedir’s handwriting had worsened after every entry. He was slowly destroying his mental health, while still carrying on his family legacy of being the best. His work died down, unfortunately, due to fear of him being killed off due to his high intelligence - the same fate Zlata endured shortly before.
Endless days and nights, Fedir was forced to suffer. From being a living experiment, to literally using prisoners as test subjects, this was his life for the last two months of the project. It was all he knew of, and it was what built his character.
The last few weeks of the project were brutal. The experiments got worse, and worse, until it became a daily routine. Fedir was injected with a thousand different needles, and then came down from the effects that came with. His face was altered into a complete mess. It happened over, and over, and over. .
And fucking over.
The laboratory was raided on the 67th day after Zlata had passed away. Fedir memorized the time, number for number - 8:23 A.M.
The Rendőrség made plans of raiding the facility in search of any living people, weapons, or clues that could’ve led to the project team’s sudden appearance. Walls were torn down or breached, and those a part of the project scattered around the laboratory. They were helpless. A last minute attempt at saving his literature was made, resulting in most entries missing or damaged.
Due to the mosh pit, a huge fire had broken loose, spreading throughout the entire facility. Rooms were burnt to the ground, and if you weren’t lucky enough to have died from the stampede of people, the fire would lead you to your demise. Fedir fell victim to a vicious fire, which burned off the entire left side of his body. He managed to escape, for the most part, but is forced to wear the scars that came of it. Fedir was free, at last.
Day 71, he found himself recovering from the wounds inflicted upon his body. A bear’s claw marks stretched over his right eye, whilst infected pork skin covered the left side of his face.
Day 85, he was discharged from the hospital. Fedir was in constant fear of being followed, so he decided to evacuate the city and travel to a different land in search of cash, potions, and most importantly, his father. He was not dead; there was no way!
Day 90. Karakura, Japan is lovely, isn’t it, Fedir? Look at those beaches, the women your age - oh, it’s so marvelous. What could ever go wrong here?
Day ???. What the hell is a black market? He stumbled across it when surfing the web and found out about Ikigai. Some stranger told him of the masked figures who’d sell you what you wanted for a bundle of yen. Yen? Is that money?
Day ???. The black market. That is all he needs.
Day 174??. Fedir has come to favor his own thoughts and delusions. All the man wanted was to see comfort for his own mistakes, and finally find the meaning behind his father’s disappearance. He had not died - he hadn’t vanished so soon, but yet he made his way out of the troubled lands. PROJECT XERA held Illya by the throat, until he broke out the chains that held him back.
Day 1?5. “This money is useless! I do not care about such a thing. I want to know where my father went, can you tell me where he has gone? The black market can tell me everything I need to know. Without my father, I am a lost boy. Without Zlata, I am forever broken. Where are you, Illya Lorincz?”
The one who goes by Paieon is more present now. Fedir is not himself.
Day ???. “I cannot stand being alone! Zlata brought me comfort, and without her, I am gone. Father, oh my dear father, why can’t you come back? Have you run off to a different land, like me, in search of desperate answers? Please, father, I can answer them.:
“I do not recall ending up here at times. I pass out and wake up in different locations. Scared.”
Day 209, or something. Fedir’s mind has faded away, leaving behind the remains of his former self. He is still in search of his father through the usage of criminal activities. The black market is next.
Day ???. Fedir had found himself a new alias, which broke off from the scientist Frankenstein. ‘STEINER’ was known for his recent contributions amongst the Crime world, labeling himself as the Underground Doctor. He performed blood curdling experiments on his victims, and helped rebuild those who have been destroyed. Fedir was a good guy, in the worst way possible.
Day ???. 'STEINER' continues to reign terror beneath the city streets.
˙ɹǝqɯǝɯ ʇsǝʍǝu sʇᴉ sǝɯoɔlǝʍ ʇǝʞɹɐɯ ʞɔɐlq ǝɥ┴ ▋▋▋▋▋ ▋▋▋. . 999 ʎɐp
Fin.
Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer:
TO CLONE YOUR BELOVED WIFE
TO CLONE YOUR BELOVED WIFE
A pair of footsteps haunted the corridor of the sewers - its source: STEINER. They moved at a steady pace - click, click . . Click. Steiner stopped dead in his tracks, standing a foot before the sewer entrance. He raised his left hand, pressing a phone to his ear. Behind the metal mask, he spoke to those on the other line.
“Powerplant sewers. Take the long way, and don’t get followed.” The scene faded. It was just another deal, after all.
Night, after night, Steiner sold weapons and other smuggled items to those in need of fortune. But why did the man need so much money; what was his motivation behind lurking beneath the city streets, selling weapons to complete strangers? Why, it was all for Zlata Lorincz - Steiner’s late wife.
Steiner had friends in high places - folks who’d smuggle in and out goods in exchange for weapons and yen. One figure especially stood out. She never spoke about her name, but she worked at the hospital - claims she’s some cat goddess, or something. Nevermind that. Steiner met her in the Emergency Bay of the Karakura Hospital, where each of them hid their identity behind masks, despite being completely aware of one’s information.
“One point five million yen, and the serum’s all yours. This is your key to success, Steiner.” She called out, holding a ziploc bag containing a small vial of green liquid.
“One point five million fucking yen? Are you out of your damn mind, you woman?”
“Split that, plus that fancy knife you carry on you. I’ll leave you be after.”
Steiner hesitated, but for the sake of Zlata, he caved in. The masked man slung forth a small duffel bag containing wads of yen, before calling out to whoever the lady was, again. “Keep the fuckin’ money.” Oh, he had such an attitude. The lady giggled, before turning back and disappearing into the shadows of the hospital.
And so, Steiner ventured back to his hide-away hole, where he stored all of his equipment. . And pretty much lived. Dirty flasks filled the once empty shelves which rusted away over time. Beside the unlabeled flasks rotting away on their deathbed, resided a barely functioning fridge. Steiner peeled his mask off, setting it aside, before reaching for the handle of the fridge and pulling it open. Labeled flasks and petri dishes were evenly sorted out within the fridge. Steiner, now casually known as Fedir, removed a petri dish with is corresponding flask:
‘P161815105320’ - ‘F245181’ Fedir chanted the numbers out again, and again, as if they deciphered something. What did it spell out?
He set aside the two tools, and retrieved the serum from his trench coat. Behold, in all its glory, a thick, gel-like substance swooshed around on its inside. For the time being, Fedir set aside the vial on a rack, while he prepped the experiment that’d end it all. A cell spreader appeared within his left hand as he finally finished what he had started.
Inside of the petri dish was a soft, almost clay like powder that filled the entire bottom section of the dish. Fedir uncapped the lid to the vial, giving the substance one more mix around, before pouring it into the flask. With his right hand, the flask was shaken around to allow the serum to mix. To add onto it, he ripped the broken locket he wore around his neck, and tossed it in with the mixture. All that was left was to splash an ounce of the mixture within the petri dish, and his experiment was a success. .
Except, he never got what he wanted.
Fedir reached into the flash with the cell spreader, withdrawing it from the mixture, and expelling it out onto the petri dish. .
Weeeeewwww….
“What the hell?”
Cooking up in the petri dish was an abomination of whatever the hell was mixed in with the serum. An abrupt flame came, soon followed by an explosion. Fedir was launched away from the desk in a last minute attempt at dodging the explosion. The aftermath of his failed experiment resulted in the roof crumbling down, destroying all of the work he once created. Fedir had to leave - he had to get out of the hell hole he accidentally created. Smoke arose due to the impact of the petri dish, and by now, Fedir had crawled his way out from the debris.
“THAT FUCKIN’ RAT! SHE NEVER MEANT TO HELP ME.” In a pit of rage, Fedir threw his arms up in defeat. Maybe he will never get what he wanted in the end. His mind was clouded with anger, and for a while, that's all that lingered around. Now, his end goal was to silence the one who betrayed him, ▋▋▋▋ ▋▋▋▋▋.
He’s coming.
Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer:
If given the opportunity, I do wish to have Fedir Lorincz experience the event I’ve written out above. I like the idea of it, and the character development that is bound to come from it.
If given the opportunity, I do wish to have Fedir Lorincz experience the event I’ve written out above. I like the idea of it, and the character development that is bound to come from it.
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