I'm the one your mama and your daddy was afraid you grow up to be like.

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Player Name: Lorelei
Personal LJ: - 5eekingparadise
AIM Contact: HowmuchIneedyou
Character Name: Eleanor Shelby AKA Desdemona
Source Canon: In to Deep
Community Tag: Desdemona [Eleanor Shelby]

Notes: There are a LOT of sexual and mature themes involved with the canon, mostly in combat and behind the scenes. Permission posts will be provided.


Background:
Canon background: http://neverwant2dance.livejournal.com/581.html

Eleanor grew up in big city, in a crowded apartment with her mother, stepfather, and three younger-step brothers. They weren’t a poor family, but they certainly where not rich. Eleanor's mother was a nurse who worked long hours at the a local hospital, and her step father worked for a large insurance firm in a tiny cubical, so often Eleanor found herself alone and in charge of her younger brothers. Though she didn't despise this arrangement, it was often that she was shoulders with all of the household chores and cooking for the large family.
One of her only escapes from this was in dance. As a child it was the only thing her mother had done for her was put her in ballet lessons, and she had simply never stopped. Eleanor was always surprised her family kept paying for the lessons, but it had been going on so long it seemed like it must not matter. Her mother had stopped walking her to the dance studio years ago, and rarely if ever came to recitals. It never much bothered Eleanor though, in dance she could be free of her parents expectations, it was something she wanted to do for herself, and for no one else.

But, caring for them ate much of youth away, and it only got worse when her mother took ill and was confined to the very hospital she worked at. The sicker her mother became, the less and less her step father cared about anything, including his own children, and eventually he simply gave up and expected Eleanor to pick up his slack. It was hard to balance school, dance practice and all of the house chores too, and usually her grades suffered tremendously.
Her mother passes away in her sleep two days after Eleanor's 17th birthday, and though she grieved, Eleanor had come to accept this death easily. It was simply a fact of life, it was bound to happen to everyone someday after all.

Eleanor dropped out of school and left home, she would have graduated in the spring but she didn't care nothing mattered except getting the hell away from this place. Now with out purpose or direction Eleanor set out into the world with no more than what she could carry in one backpack, her point shoes and the boots on her feet. For a year she traveled, catching rides in the rain, or hopping trains with other punks on the run. Sometimes she would stop into dance studios and tell them she wanted to 'try out a class' and then never come back. It was a fun sort of game to play when one had no money and yearned for the spring of the wooden floors and chalk dust. It was a year of freedom and forgetting, leaving the world of her childhood behind, and growing into... what ever the hell she wanted to be.
After a year wandering she came to find a new place to call home, a small apartment with a new friend named Jenna in a little neighborhood among tall, dense trees. Everything seemed to be going fine until the rent came due.
“Well what am I good at?” Eleanor asked herself as she pulled off her point shoes. “Well, just dancing I guess.” And living in a city with the most strip club per-capita of any city in the would, the choice was clear.

Eleanor quickly rose in popularity at the small club she started at, and with in a year had become a Feature Girl, traveling the country on a circuit of clubs in every major city. Ballet fell away easily in favor of pole tricks and displays of flexibility. But Eleanor played it smart, saved her money, worked hard. And though she liked to drink and smoke, she kept away from the harder drugs... mostly.
But Eleanor knew time was never on your side in this industry, and after 7 years as a dancer she was looking for a way out. She knew she couldn't go get a real job, she needed something more than the work a day life. One of her customers owned a sex club in overseas and offered her a job, with promises of copious amount of money and a lavish lifestyle. Eleanor accepted the offer before she even really knowing what she was getting herself into.

For five more year Eleanor worked on her back, saved her money, and floated through each alone. The days turned to weeks, and weeks to years before she even knew what had happened. From a featured dancer, to just another hooker, hidden behind designer clothes and rolls of cash. Somehow, It had all gone wrong. She didn't know when she had stopped being Eleanor all together and had become this monster in eyeliner and fishnets. Somewhere along the way her soul got lost and Eleanor had nearly replaced herself with the persona she had created for work, Desdemona. Perhaps it was the drinking, or the drugs, or the days and nights that blurred together in haze of 'living the life' ,but more and more she was Eleanor less and less.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that she had been holding out for something, and only now could she admit that all this time she was waiting for someone to save her from all this. To give her a reason to leave this life behind, to shed this skin, and find out what it meant to be something other than an object. She was waiting for a prince, for a unicorn, that simply never came. The years rolled by and Eleanor felt used up, burned out... tried. But what would she do if she quit? A girl has got to eat after all and she feared poverty more than she feared the industry using her up and spitting her out.
The more she worked and less time she had to find a boyfriend, and the less time she spent looking for a boyfriend, the more time she spent working.
And then as if fate had a plan for her all along, a man came by and gave her an offer she could not refuse....

Personality: Eleanor really has two very separate personalities, a defense tactic she had taught herself years ago. There was Eleanor, the normal woman that existed underneath the thickly painted veneers of Miss Desdemona.
Eleanor is tough woman, she can handle herself in any situation, and is hardly ever fearful of anything. She believes in the good in all people, even though shes live in the dark parts of the society for so long. She is resourceful, quick thinking, and although she may no be very book smart, she is worldly and full of strange and obscure knowledge. Eleanor instinctively tends to younger people, especially children, perhaps a hold over from the year she spent taking care of her brothers. Eleanor is sometimes delicate emotionally, as most everything is suppressed when she is Desdemona, and it's only when she is truly herself can she face the demons that collect in her soul. Life is tough, but Eleanor has learned to protect her heart from the world. The true softness of her is something she shares with no one, but only because no one has ever gained her trust enough to be let inside the secret places of her heart.

Desdemona on the other hand is sharp, both in bark and bite. The persona of Desdemona was that of the unreachable bad girl. Black hair, and blue eyes and tattoos. A cigarette between her ruby red lips. Milk white skin clad in fishnets and leather. She can be terribly rude and crass at times, but if she likes you you'll find her to be quite sweet, and flirtatious. Desdemona knows she can use her body and her words to get what she wants from people, and isn’t afraid to wield her sexuality as a tool, and a weapon. If Desdemona thinks that a person might be useful to her, or someone who will give her what she wants (money, drugs) then she will do whatever she can to please them, if only for the back-end payoff.

It's sometimes difficult to separate the two personae and often she is in one or the other with out even truly realizing it. Anytime she is around new people, she typically hides behind the mask of Desdemona, it's only when someone had made it through her hard exterior will they get to glimpse the kind woman inside. With the exception of children, and young teenagers, to whom she is always kind, even in the worst of moments. Perhaps it's because when she see them, she remember the that she too was once a child, and the world had been quite unfair to her, and she wishes her destiny on no one.
And though she often curses 'fate' for the years that seemed to slip away, she is quite aware that every terrible thing she has done she agreed to. Eleanor knew in that any time she wanted she could simply walk away from all this, but she just couldn't. She was to attached to the industry to the rhythm of life with in it, the routine. It was comfortable, there was always good food to eat, nice clothes to wear, and a soft bed to sleep on. The company was decent, the pay was excellent, and the work was relatively easy all things considered. The idea of leaving it to live by herself, to live a 'normal' life, it was such a strange concept she was almost afraid of it. After everything, the things she finds the hardest now is solitude. But the bite of that can all to easily drowned in smoke and drink.

Capabilities and Resources:

(*REQUIRED* if you have a robot)
Robot Name: Take it Like a Man
Robot Description:


[Pahl Danzer (and it's sister mecha Take it Like a Man were both designed for deep-sea combat [even if the pilots were not]). While both were designed with feminine figures in mind, they're both equipped differently. What BOTH machines share are the "High Beams" and "High Beam X" located in the eyes. Standard "High Beam" is just a high-powered spotlight used for lighting up the ocean, while it's "X" version concentrates the beams into lasers. For people, and most 'modern' machines, this is fairly lethal.

Also standard to both mecha-babes are the cockpit systems. Encased in an anti-pressure liquid, each pilot wears a reception wetsuit that treats it their movements similarly to the 'mobile trace' system. However, when the machines are damaged, rather than experiencing pain, the nature of the liquid within doesn't transmit the sensation of pain... really, it doesn't allow for any sort of feeling while piloting, meaning the girls have no idea they get hit, aside from impact to the machine itself if it gets knocked over (making taking hits a bit of a clumsy affair) As expected, both machines excel in the water, their design both aqua-dynamic with plenty of propulsion to get them down into the deeps easily. Inversely, they're pretty lame on land, as neither machine has proper feet to stand on, so, for the pilots, it's like walking in ballet heels.

Weapons:
Violet Storm – Violet Storm is an electricity emitting wand that rides on the arm of the mech. It can be used in two way: First in the water is can be used to send strange currents of electricity through the water, (because of this her mech is specially shielded against electric attacks) and also it can be touched to things, specifically metal surfaces, and send huge changes of electricity through the object, this is usually most effect when touched near the main computer core of a mecha or machine. The Violet Storm has a handle much like a beam saber, but instead of a blade it has a super durable laminated ultra-HS glass wand through which the electricity is conducted, when used it glows a brilliant purple color, makes loud popping and crackling sounds from time to time, and if you're outside near it you may feel the hair on the back of your arms rise up. Being hit with it unprotected of much like being hit by an incredibly strong bolt of lightening.
“Feel the power of my Violent Storm!”

Shibari Launcher – Similar to a bola, the launcher in mounted over the right shoulder of the mech. Weight ropes are fired at a very high speed and if an enemy becomes caught in it's attack they will find them selves all tied up in all the best ways. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_bondage)
“I like my men, all tied up!”

Retractable razor nails – this is pretty much self explanatory, on the hands of the mech, and at the command of the pilot, razor sharp nails can be deployed and extended up to a 2 meters, and then retracted again. They are perforated much like a box cutter, where is a segment gets broken off it will leave a clean and sharp edge.
“This cost's EXTRA!”

Torpedo Launcher- She had a rather mundane torpedo launcher on her back that carries four self-propelled, steerable torpedo. Each one is painted with cute little skull faces on the tip. (http://ih0.redbubble.net/work.6132018.2.sticker,375x360.cute-skull-v1.png)

Terrain Stats: (This is optional, but for those who have played SRW, this is a good way to give us a quick judge of how good your mech is overall. For those of you who haven't played the games, they are measured: --, D, C, B, A, S, with -- or D meaning it can't fight there at all and S being the best. Note that only upgrades tend to have an S unless they are entirely gimped or unusable in other areas.)

Land:a
Air: c
Sea: S
Space:B

Upgrades: (if any)
Robot Name: Babalon
Robot Description:



The Shibari Launcher and Razor nails carry over from Take it Like a Man. Violet Storm can be equipped or switched for
Wartenberg Wheel – This Mech sized Wartenberg's wheel is a little different than what you'd find in the doctors office. Oversized, it's a two handed weapon that can be wielded like a mace, with a long handle that comes down to a wheel with four rows of spikes all the way around. The handle can also be disconnected and the wheels splits into two spiked wheels that are wielded like chakrams.
“You can always say the safe word! Tell me when you feel this!!”

Ballet Blades – beam blades extend from the heel of the Babalon's feet, and the top of it's toes. Which when extended the mech cannot stand on it's heels, and much maintain a tiptoed stance. This is most often used in conjunction with fury dance moves turned into lethal martial art. They can be controlled individually and extended and retracted quickly.
“Now kiss my boots!”

On-The-Back Attack – If at any time the Babalon if knocked on to it's back, or it's full weight gets pressed against it's back, a sensor is triggered and a missile barrage fires out of the inside of the thighs, and the breast plates. This attack is automatic and can only be used once before needing to be reloaded manually.
“I do my best work on my back!”

Land:S
Air: c
Sea: S
Space:B

Job: (if any) Pilot. Consort.

Suggested Event List: See Lily's app.

Sample Post: http://testrun-box.livejournal.com/337790.html