Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:207386868
Discord name:@BanishedDemoness2
For how long have you played on CG SCP: Actively Over a year
Age: 21
In what country are you located?: UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
Time zone: PST
Character name(s): Current: Selene Maerywell
Formal: Cassandra Grey, Nalysiä Mierconcich, Iris Kasperov
Civilian name: Titania Maerywell
What server are you applying for? (SCP-RP UK or SCP-RP USA): SCP-RP USA
Do you have a mic?: Yes
-
List all whitelisted, MTF, or CI roles that you hold or have held:
- CI Delta, Executive Researcher, ECA
Have you received any kicks/bans/warning? and why?:
-
RDM[A] New to server, didn't understand D-Class
FailRP: Thought AA usage was an IC rule not a OC rule
Kick: I was using ShadowPC at the time, and in that whenever you tab out of the PC it sends your input all wild
Why are you applying for Medical Consultant?
- I love medical. I main medical, I want to be a part of the leadership for the department I play the most, and do the most RP in. I have in my time as medical done a significant amount as in my position as Senior Doctor, such as the recent Directive Iron-Sight. But I have greater ambitions, and want to work with medical leadership to help promotes those, such and an expanded psych department and much more.
What makes you suitable for Medical Consultant?:
- In short, I'm experienced, and dedicated to high quality RP. I have been in CL4 positions before, ive shown my commitment in them. Specifically to medical I indevour to alway, alway do high quality rp, and play my character as such. I want to promote this type of gameplay, I have the experience and drive and commitment to do this. I think I would be a great addition to the team.
Please explain an in-game medical procedure of your choice:
- Psychological Evaluation:
For this depending on the severity of the occurrence, they may need to face triage so they they can be put into a state where more in-depth evaluation and treatment plans can be ascertained. Due to this Quetiapine often can be used a a first step, it posses anti-psychotic and mood stabilizing effects, and its primary symptoms is lethargy which can be used in parallel with its main functions to get a patient into a state where a proper evaluation of symptoms can achieve a differential diagnosis.
Let's say a patient presents to medical hearing intrusive thoughts and are acting on them. First I would need to ascertain the nature of the intrusive thoughts, is it a voice, is it a compulsion these lead to very different first step prognosis. In this case lets say the patient says "I just know I have to do this, I don't know why", at this point discovery is necessary. I would ascertain the extent an nature of such 'compulsions'. Not every thing that people experience is a disorder, a lot of thing normal things are distressing, hence my reliance on the DSM-5 definition of a disorder "[a] clinically significant disturbance in an individual’s cognition, emotion regulation, or behavior that reflects a dysfunction". If these compulsion are affecting them in a way that is causing distress, then clearly its a disorder.
The first step is to go over the patient's medical and event history. Many such disorders if present in family members have a higher prelevence of showing up, further more a large amount of non-congenital disorders have an exaserbated chance of occurence from repeated trauam, esspecially in the develpmental years
The first most obvious prognosis is of course OCD, which I would thus acertain the patients possible symtoms of. Given that they are presenting with compulsions that are causing distress, part A.1 and B of the diagnositc criteria are met. At this point a drug test would need to be taken to see if the symtoms can be attributed to substance abuse, idealy a long term history with an on the date sample will show this. If they test postive for a drug that can cause such symtoms, such as Class-Fs, that does not rule out the possibility of OCD, just that symtoms have to be examined in the context of possible other atttributes. Lastly OCD is a disorder that is chosen when other possible causes are ruled out per part D of the diagnostic criteria. Often things like body dysmophia, or depressive rumination can manifest symtoms akin to OCD. In this case the patients symptoms are a need to ensure zippers are checked obsessvily as to prevent their units from dying, and a conviction that if they don't ensure they clean their gun they will in the middle of the night kill all the members of their unit. Given this, the leads us to both a diagnosis of OCD, and a likely co-morbidity of Obsessive Personaltiy Disorder due to the perfection aspect, this however will required further diagnois.
OCD is best treated within a subset of CBT called ERP, Exposure Responce Therapy. Certain SSRIs such as Sertraline may prove effective at reducing the potentness of the compulsion, but not effective in mitigating the distress. Hense I would have the patient regualry come to therapy session with a member of Medical certified in such treatments.
What are the responsibilities of the Medical Consultant in RP?:
- Giving and preparing trainees for the medical liccesse exam, training Combat Medics, ensuring the mental and physical well being of all on site staff, policy direction to better serve the mental and physical well being of all on site staff. Ensuing conduct of members of The Department of Medicine. Working with other departments to promot health, and medical understanding thoughtout the site.
Please give some lore about your Medical Consultant character and what story lines they would be involved in:
The child looked up as they passed the hanging square, where those not worth the dignity of preserving the empire were left for display, a symbol of what resistance meant. They were told death held dignity, all deaths but that one in which resistors faced. A tear dripped out of the child's eye, bringing with it dust that fell to the ground to be lost to time like the rest of this forsaken place and the people who once belonged to it.
Others wore the mask the child held, facing their own damnations, and annihilations of the selfhood they had been forced into and forcefully taken away from. Nondescript ghouls in the house of the dead, so they were walking without aim, without purpose, without hope. It was to be a new beginning, the legions of perfection sought out to free chains of captivity, and end the masters who imposed them; the legions and rebels had worked in concert to bring about the fall, but one single disharmony, a single voice too loud, had crashed it all down right before the climax.
So had come the massacre, anyone known or suspected to be part of a rebel movement dishonored in execution, establishments burnt down entirely, families sent to the hanging block hand in hand. That was not to say there was no resistance; before the legions even broke step upon the city, the city was caught in open warfare. They lost, of course, their bodies, adding to a flowing viscera that lines the streets, but by the time the legions arrived, the city was lost.
Those who could fled with them to the Nälkä homeland, where they could be free and leave behind the atrocities they had lived through. But to those who knew not, or were too lost to ever find a home again, these hallowed streets did wander.
The child was no one special; they were born a slave, of slaves, and from their 4th year of life had known only that. Parents who loved them, who did what they could to the flesh they made, but could not have as their own. Parents who did everything they could to make a better future, who heard of in the west those legions of flesh-worshipping slaves who had at once their own set free of the Daevitie masters. The child held utter adoration for their parents, parents who spoke of a better future, a future they hardly could believe in, a future they knew would likely never come to pass, but that is not what you tell your child who when not in your company is away toiling for a master who could hardly care say for the hour it would take to find a replacement should they live or should they die. Such parents who stole yarn and wool to craft their young child a doll to hold and keep in those times when they could not comfort. Such parents as the child had given everything and would be beloved by their own.
And in their together say for the one who mattered most did they hang, and as they always feared would one day too soon come, along now the child walked as their corpse blew gently in the faint wind carrying failure, success, and far more prominent the ashen smell of something in between it.
A hunger pain, not the first but growing ever stronger, shot through the child’s belly, but what were they to do? Wait for the meal, always allowed at work's end, cooked lovingly by parents in the time they were allowed just for convenience, but important nonetheless? Or continue along this painful, but less painful alternative of being alone, not just alone but forsaken and unable to depend on themselves, shaped at an age where even the smallest thought of independence, of dependence, both from the masters and the dutiful loving care from their parents was unthinkable.
Apathy is an emotion that is easy to cloak oneself in, an emotion of obsequious devotion, especially when in the pall of far less desirable thoughts and emotions. Apathy makes things easy. Is that a body over there? Did I know him? Am I cut? Why am I bleeding? Will I die of infection ever so pervasive amongst my people who barely allowed the luxury of baths, say, when the fickle rain, or the masters ever more fickle decided that it should be. The child adopted this cloak, held themselves in its if not soothing, preserving embrace that said not that everything would be fine or that soon things would be over, but instead: Why, why should I care, why does this matter, is it not just easier, more simplistic to just be and everything else even that of the self not matter. Just keep walking, nothing, not even ourselves, matters. Walk⸻
She didn’t like to think about that, so instead she began to meditate. At first, when she had discovered the temple in her daily wanderings, she had thought them so silly for sitting for hours at the end doing nothing. Why would you do that when there are so many exciting things to see and eat? But then the nice priest had found her sitting in her favorite tree, crying. He brought a delicious noodle bowl and invited her in. She didn’t listen to him much, but he always brought her better and much more interesting food than her parents, so she kept showing up. One day, he talked about his days under the masters. She sat up with rapt attention midway through a collection of rice cakes. She didn’t like to think about those days, but only two years free, those days were still prominent in her mind, so uncharacteristically, she listened.
He began with a prayer the parishioners often said: Mi valksaran lüjekütaktotääva ŋorokcupa tavas sukantman, Let us together say the words and become unto ourselves gods of our flesh. She didn’t quite understand what they meant, but it sounded cool. Her parents scolded her when she recited it and asked where she had learnt it from. For a reason she still to this day didn’t understand she had lied and said she heard it from a rice vendor. The following day, the food market had additional guards, and she couldn’t find the vendor anywhere. She decided not to tell the truth then.
He began,
“Nälkä, those who are one, who have freed themselves from bondage, who seek to free all those still bonded by those who see themselves as gods and masters. You know me as Nütakomi, but I once was called another name, Uṭu, and upon my freedom was hight Nadox by Ion themself. Each of those names, each of those was cast upon me, first by The Masters, then by the ascendant one who freed us and lastly by you. Of these names only this last one is myself, I at once was all those names and am now none of those. Do not let yourself be defined by the words of others. The Davites called me a thing, a symbol of what happens to those who resist. Ion gave me a new name, a freedom, a place beside himself, a place to free others. And so for hundreds of year I did, we brought and built up this perfection, Adytite from the rotten corpse that came before. Hundreds, thousands, we send hordes to free from bondage and bring home. And yet,” the priest pointed all around the city, and his people seemed to see something that Kuŋe, despite looking hard, couldn’t find.
“And yet in these last years a rot has risen from the inside, we have forsaken gods and those who call themselves gods, but who has demanded worship for healing? We have set free knowledge and teach all the great truths, the great power that the Davites perverted for control, and so again has its knowledge been used as a tool for control. ‘Worship me and I will teach. ’ True, I reject that. I reject this false paradigm, I reject even he who freed me. I know he can be better. We were so desperate, and grateful for a leader, for a figure to save us, that we made him this. There is blame; he could have rejected more forcefully, but as years go by, the legend I helped give him, the stories and exploits I told grew, and a god rose from the myths of the god slayer. Now, even he believes the lies I made to help him. And now I choose to be cast down.
“ I am a liar. I am flawed. I am human. We all are. We no matter what are but humans, and we must remember that we are one, one people of equals who must uphold each other. So my Nälkä joined me in embrace, let me commune to you the blood that Ion remade me with. Let me show you the meditation and ways so that you may live and teach without the need of worship of false gods. There are no gods, there are no masters, not because people don’t aspire to be them, but because it is our duty to make sure they do not become.”
After that day, after that sharing of flesh, Kuŋe began to understand more of what the nice priest said, and began to have an easier time achieving that “negative focus” in which he spoke of, in which she began to feel tiny things so small not even the eye could see, but her. That which was herself. She began to take peace in feeling the various parts of her. The soft rhythm of her heart. The racing sensation of her nerves as a fly hit her skin. It was a welcome peace and one that was hers alone.
More and more these days, Kuŋe feared about the future of her home; she was no longer the little girl who had been enticed to a strange priest's conclave with some nice food. She began to understand more and more of the message Nüta told her, and also began to understand the precarious situation her parents' affiliation and positions stood with him. More and more, the city, which had become her home, had an aura of darkness. More and more people began to gather in the streets and bow down to Ion and his priests. It reminded her of the masses back when she lived under the masters, when a Maharaja came. Artificial. Worship not of love but of necessity.
Kuŋe, for one last time, looked back at the city which had truly made her feel at peace and walked on.
Semi OOC
Kuŋe or Selene anglicized is old, really really old she is someone who has seen the rise and fall of empires, the corruption of things and people she has loved. For hundreds of years after seeing the Nälkä prevert the belifs she held so dearly she ran, a theif, a begger, alway in the shadow, always on the edge of socity, ready to pack it up and move whenever she felt the truth of her orgin was to close to discovery, or when ever a job went bad. At some point, she begain to lose herself, having partaken in the fleash she had mastery over her body and sickniss and old age would not take her. To live for thousands of years as a no one is self destructive in a way uncomprehsible. But someone saw her, she saw someone else someone who thousnads of years latter wore the mark of her sect, not the neo-sarkics or even the cult of Ion, but symbols of freedom, of peace, of breaking bondage. However, that someone Sudʲmä throught the teachings of Kuŋe like so many before her preverted the power and sought power onto herself, becoming a monter both in form and asperation. Kuŋe left, but never stopped loving her, so after her graduation in paramedicne from Deer Collage, when white haired man with a strong face who went by just -11 showed her a picture of her wife, whom she wanted, who she hoped was dead, in a small cell. Despite her inhibition, despite her idological oppostion to The Jailors, she had no choice. Her love was held, she had no power, she once again was at the mercy of Masters. 05-11 needed tools for his games of power and control, and she had to let herself become one.
Storylines:
Despite the circumstances of her employment Selene is commited to wellfair, she having such an intimate understanding of human biology hurt to see other in pain of all types, and has a profound empathy for all. She is interested however in spreading minor tidbits of her philosphy where she thinks she won't be caught, perhaps teaching others some of the skills she has long honed. But first and formost she is a Doctor, one with a modern degree in medine, one who will go to the extreme to help those in distress, for they unlike Sudʲmä she can help.
Discord name:@BanishedDemoness2
For how long have you played on CG SCP: Actively Over a year
Age: 21
In what country are you located?: UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
Time zone: PST
Character name(s): Current: Selene Maerywell
Formal: Cassandra Grey, Nalysiä Mierconcich, Iris Kasperov
Civilian name: Titania Maerywell
What server are you applying for? (SCP-RP UK or SCP-RP USA): SCP-RP USA
Do you have a mic?: Yes
-
List all whitelisted, MTF, or CI roles that you hold or have held:
- CI Delta, Executive Researcher, ECA
Have you received any kicks/bans/warning? and why?:
-
RDM[A] New to server, didn't understand D-Class
FailRP: Thought AA usage was an IC rule not a OC rule
Kick: I was using ShadowPC at the time, and in that whenever you tab out of the PC it sends your input all wild
Why are you applying for Medical Consultant?
- I love medical. I main medical, I want to be a part of the leadership for the department I play the most, and do the most RP in. I have in my time as medical done a significant amount as in my position as Senior Doctor, such as the recent Directive Iron-Sight. But I have greater ambitions, and want to work with medical leadership to help promotes those, such and an expanded psych department and much more.
What makes you suitable for Medical Consultant?:
- In short, I'm experienced, and dedicated to high quality RP. I have been in CL4 positions before, ive shown my commitment in them. Specifically to medical I indevour to alway, alway do high quality rp, and play my character as such. I want to promote this type of gameplay, I have the experience and drive and commitment to do this. I think I would be a great addition to the team.
Please explain an in-game medical procedure of your choice:
- Psychological Evaluation:
For this depending on the severity of the occurrence, they may need to face triage so they they can be put into a state where more in-depth evaluation and treatment plans can be ascertained. Due to this Quetiapine often can be used a a first step, it posses anti-psychotic and mood stabilizing effects, and its primary symptoms is lethargy which can be used in parallel with its main functions to get a patient into a state where a proper evaluation of symptoms can achieve a differential diagnosis.
Let's say a patient presents to medical hearing intrusive thoughts and are acting on them. First I would need to ascertain the nature of the intrusive thoughts, is it a voice, is it a compulsion these lead to very different first step prognosis. In this case lets say the patient says "I just know I have to do this, I don't know why", at this point discovery is necessary. I would ascertain the extent an nature of such 'compulsions'. Not every thing that people experience is a disorder, a lot of thing normal things are distressing, hence my reliance on the DSM-5 definition of a disorder "[a] clinically significant disturbance in an individual’s cognition, emotion regulation, or behavior that reflects a dysfunction". If these compulsion are affecting them in a way that is causing distress, then clearly its a disorder.
The first step is to go over the patient's medical and event history. Many such disorders if present in family members have a higher prelevence of showing up, further more a large amount of non-congenital disorders have an exaserbated chance of occurence from repeated trauam, esspecially in the develpmental years
The first most obvious prognosis is of course OCD, which I would thus acertain the patients possible symtoms of. Given that they are presenting with compulsions that are causing distress, part A.1 and B of the diagnositc criteria are met. At this point a drug test would need to be taken to see if the symtoms can be attributed to substance abuse, idealy a long term history with an on the date sample will show this. If they test postive for a drug that can cause such symtoms, such as Class-Fs, that does not rule out the possibility of OCD, just that symtoms have to be examined in the context of possible other atttributes. Lastly OCD is a disorder that is chosen when other possible causes are ruled out per part D of the diagnostic criteria. Often things like body dysmophia, or depressive rumination can manifest symtoms akin to OCD. In this case the patients symptoms are a need to ensure zippers are checked obsessvily as to prevent their units from dying, and a conviction that if they don't ensure they clean their gun they will in the middle of the night kill all the members of their unit. Given this, the leads us to both a diagnosis of OCD, and a likely co-morbidity of Obsessive Personaltiy Disorder due to the perfection aspect, this however will required further diagnois.
OCD is best treated within a subset of CBT called ERP, Exposure Responce Therapy. Certain SSRIs such as Sertraline may prove effective at reducing the potentness of the compulsion, but not effective in mitigating the distress. Hense I would have the patient regualry come to therapy session with a member of Medical certified in such treatments.
What are the responsibilities of the Medical Consultant in RP?:
- Giving and preparing trainees for the medical liccesse exam, training Combat Medics, ensuring the mental and physical well being of all on site staff, policy direction to better serve the mental and physical well being of all on site staff. Ensuing conduct of members of The Department of Medicine. Working with other departments to promot health, and medical understanding thoughtout the site.
Please give some lore about your Medical Consultant character and what story lines they would be involved in:
3000 Years ago
The child walked through the streets littered with the detritus of revolution. The lost memories and lost people who would be forgotten to history, just these once great buildings now ash in the streams of blood they flew through the cobbled streets. The child held a face so abject of emotion, so lost, gone that they hardly held more substance than the transcendental idea that was once this city: a collection of things that together were a larger whole, a comprehensive unit now torn down, the foundations which held it up ash, the people commanded its presence gone.The child looked up as they passed the hanging square, where those not worth the dignity of preserving the empire were left for display, a symbol of what resistance meant. They were told death held dignity, all deaths but that one in which resistors faced. A tear dripped out of the child's eye, bringing with it dust that fell to the ground to be lost to time like the rest of this forsaken place and the people who once belonged to it.
Others wore the mask the child held, facing their own damnations, and annihilations of the selfhood they had been forced into and forcefully taken away from. Nondescript ghouls in the house of the dead, so they were walking without aim, without purpose, without hope. It was to be a new beginning, the legions of perfection sought out to free chains of captivity, and end the masters who imposed them; the legions and rebels had worked in concert to bring about the fall, but one single disharmony, a single voice too loud, had crashed it all down right before the climax.
So had come the massacre, anyone known or suspected to be part of a rebel movement dishonored in execution, establishments burnt down entirely, families sent to the hanging block hand in hand. That was not to say there was no resistance; before the legions even broke step upon the city, the city was caught in open warfare. They lost, of course, their bodies, adding to a flowing viscera that lines the streets, but by the time the legions arrived, the city was lost.
Those who could fled with them to the Nälkä homeland, where they could be free and leave behind the atrocities they had lived through. But to those who knew not, or were too lost to ever find a home again, these hallowed streets did wander.
The child was no one special; they were born a slave, of slaves, and from their 4th year of life had known only that. Parents who loved them, who did what they could to the flesh they made, but could not have as their own. Parents who did everything they could to make a better future, who heard of in the west those legions of flesh-worshipping slaves who had at once their own set free of the Daevitie masters. The child held utter adoration for their parents, parents who spoke of a better future, a future they hardly could believe in, a future they knew would likely never come to pass, but that is not what you tell your child who when not in your company is away toiling for a master who could hardly care say for the hour it would take to find a replacement should they live or should they die. Such parents who stole yarn and wool to craft their young child a doll to hold and keep in those times when they could not comfort. Such parents as the child had given everything and would be beloved by their own.
And in their together say for the one who mattered most did they hang, and as they always feared would one day too soon come, along now the child walked as their corpse blew gently in the faint wind carrying failure, success, and far more prominent the ashen smell of something in between it.
A hunger pain, not the first but growing ever stronger, shot through the child’s belly, but what were they to do? Wait for the meal, always allowed at work's end, cooked lovingly by parents in the time they were allowed just for convenience, but important nonetheless? Or continue along this painful, but less painful alternative of being alone, not just alone but forsaken and unable to depend on themselves, shaped at an age where even the smallest thought of independence, of dependence, both from the masters and the dutiful loving care from their parents was unthinkable.
Apathy is an emotion that is easy to cloak oneself in, an emotion of obsequious devotion, especially when in the pall of far less desirable thoughts and emotions. Apathy makes things easy. Is that a body over there? Did I know him? Am I cut? Why am I bleeding? Will I die of infection ever so pervasive amongst my people who barely allowed the luxury of baths, say, when the fickle rain, or the masters ever more fickle decided that it should be. The child adopted this cloak, held themselves in its if not soothing, preserving embrace that said not that everything would be fine or that soon things would be over, but instead: Why, why should I care, why does this matter, is it not just easier, more simplistic to just be and everything else even that of the self not matter. Just keep walking, nothing, not even ourselves, matters. Walk⸻
Years Later
Kuŋe felt at peace. Ever since their adoptive parents had raised them in the full glory of Adytites. Her ma and pa told her that one day she might even be able to shape flesh like the full Nälkän could. They didn’t understand what that meant. At the convocations, the priest always said we all are Nälkä because we are one, one people, one community, one service to one and another. Her parents spoke of rituals and sacrifice to Ion, whom they always spoke of in hushed voices as if telling a secret, like the time she told her best friend Lunta of a hidden apple grove with the best of fruit she had ever tasted, not to mention a great hiding place. She didn’t understand if they all were Nälkän, if they had to worship one. She asked her parents about this one day, and they told her it would make sense when she was older, when she tasted the Power of the flesh. It was always power and strength to them. She loved her parents; they saved her from the streets and starvation after her first mommy and daddy were killed, but struggled sometimes to make sense of what the nice priest said and what her parents said. Sometimes they got a look in their eyes when the blood dripped down from their scars, when they chanted “ION ION” and the dwelling started to go a shade darker, colder like the winter frost that sometimes brought snow to the city… It reminded her vaguely of that fateful day when streets ran scarlet–She didn’t like to think about that, so instead she began to meditate. At first, when she had discovered the temple in her daily wanderings, she had thought them so silly for sitting for hours at the end doing nothing. Why would you do that when there are so many exciting things to see and eat? But then the nice priest had found her sitting in her favorite tree, crying. He brought a delicious noodle bowl and invited her in. She didn’t listen to him much, but he always brought her better and much more interesting food than her parents, so she kept showing up. One day, he talked about his days under the masters. She sat up with rapt attention midway through a collection of rice cakes. She didn’t like to think about those days, but only two years free, those days were still prominent in her mind, so uncharacteristically, she listened.
He began with a prayer the parishioners often said: Mi valksaran lüjekütaktotääva ŋorokcupa tavas sukantman, Let us together say the words and become unto ourselves gods of our flesh. She didn’t quite understand what they meant, but it sounded cool. Her parents scolded her when she recited it and asked where she had learnt it from. For a reason she still to this day didn’t understand she had lied and said she heard it from a rice vendor. The following day, the food market had additional guards, and she couldn’t find the vendor anywhere. She decided not to tell the truth then.
He began,
“Nälkä, those who are one, who have freed themselves from bondage, who seek to free all those still bonded by those who see themselves as gods and masters. You know me as Nütakomi, but I once was called another name, Uṭu, and upon my freedom was hight Nadox by Ion themself. Each of those names, each of those was cast upon me, first by The Masters, then by the ascendant one who freed us and lastly by you. Of these names only this last one is myself, I at once was all those names and am now none of those. Do not let yourself be defined by the words of others. The Davites called me a thing, a symbol of what happens to those who resist. Ion gave me a new name, a freedom, a place beside himself, a place to free others. And so for hundreds of year I did, we brought and built up this perfection, Adytite from the rotten corpse that came before. Hundreds, thousands, we send hordes to free from bondage and bring home. And yet,” the priest pointed all around the city, and his people seemed to see something that Kuŋe, despite looking hard, couldn’t find.
“And yet in these last years a rot has risen from the inside, we have forsaken gods and those who call themselves gods, but who has demanded worship for healing? We have set free knowledge and teach all the great truths, the great power that the Davites perverted for control, and so again has its knowledge been used as a tool for control. ‘Worship me and I will teach. ’ True, I reject that. I reject this false paradigm, I reject even he who freed me. I know he can be better. We were so desperate, and grateful for a leader, for a figure to save us, that we made him this. There is blame; he could have rejected more forcefully, but as years go by, the legend I helped give him, the stories and exploits I told grew, and a god rose from the myths of the god slayer. Now, even he believes the lies I made to help him. And now I choose to be cast down.
“ I am a liar. I am flawed. I am human. We all are. We no matter what are but humans, and we must remember that we are one, one people of equals who must uphold each other. So my Nälkä joined me in embrace, let me commune to you the blood that Ion remade me with. Let me show you the meditation and ways so that you may live and teach without the need of worship of false gods. There are no gods, there are no masters, not because people don’t aspire to be them, but because it is our duty to make sure they do not become.”
After that day, after that sharing of flesh, Kuŋe began to understand more of what the nice priest said, and began to have an easier time achieving that “negative focus” in which he spoke of, in which she began to feel tiny things so small not even the eye could see, but her. That which was herself. She began to take peace in feeling the various parts of her. The soft rhythm of her heart. The racing sensation of her nerves as a fly hit her skin. It was a welcome peace and one that was hers alone.
More and more these days, Kuŋe feared about the future of her home; she was no longer the little girl who had been enticed to a strange priest's conclave with some nice food. She began to understand more and more of the message Nüta told her, and also began to understand the precarious situation her parents' affiliation and positions stood with him. More and more, the city, which had become her home, had an aura of darkness. More and more people began to gather in the streets and bow down to Ion and his priests. It reminded her of the masses back when she lived under the masters, when a Maharaja came. Artificial. Worship not of love but of necessity.
Kuŋe, for one last time, looked back at the city which had truly made her feel at peace and walked on.
Semi OOC
Kuŋe or Selene anglicized is old, really really old she is someone who has seen the rise and fall of empires, the corruption of things and people she has loved. For hundreds of years after seeing the Nälkä prevert the belifs she held so dearly she ran, a theif, a begger, alway in the shadow, always on the edge of socity, ready to pack it up and move whenever she felt the truth of her orgin was to close to discovery, or when ever a job went bad. At some point, she begain to lose herself, having partaken in the fleash she had mastery over her body and sickniss and old age would not take her. To live for thousands of years as a no one is self destructive in a way uncomprehsible. But someone saw her, she saw someone else someone who thousnads of years latter wore the mark of her sect, not the neo-sarkics or even the cult of Ion, but symbols of freedom, of peace, of breaking bondage. However, that someone Sudʲmä throught the teachings of Kuŋe like so many before her preverted the power and sought power onto herself, becoming a monter both in form and asperation. Kuŋe left, but never stopped loving her, so after her graduation in paramedicne from Deer Collage, when white haired man with a strong face who went by just -11 showed her a picture of her wife, whom she wanted, who she hoped was dead, in a small cell. Despite her inhibition, despite her idological oppostion to The Jailors, she had no choice. Her love was held, she had no power, she once again was at the mercy of Masters. 05-11 needed tools for his games of power and control, and she had to let herself become one.
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Despite the circumstances of her employment Selene is commited to wellfair, she having such an intimate understanding of human biology hurt to see other in pain of all types, and has a profound empathy for all. She is interested however in spreading minor tidbits of her philosphy where she thinks she won't be caught, perhaps teaching others some of the skills she has long honed. But first and formost she is a Doctor, one with a modern degree in medine, one who will go to the extreme to help those in distress, for they unlike Sudʲmä she can help.
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