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Standardized ACF Code, works on the new forum. Available for any ACF people who need it. Copy code below!
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[/div][/div]Testing out grids. They work just fine, but the new forum does weird things with spacing, so I'm going to need to get used to using nospaces.
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THE REPENTANT
Everything Beautiful In Its Time
Name:
Clara AshgroveCurrent Age:
171Age at Embrace:
18Clan:
Réquiem -- EcclesiaOnce,
I was beautiful. Beyond compare, as they told me. I was spoken of in households across the town. Men wrote poems about me. Some of them were even well done. This was my youth, my girlhood. My parents, in an act I shall thank them for eternally, delayed my debut for several years. My countenance had no hint of failing early, and a few extra years would do a great deal to improve my deportment -- Especially as I had no interest in marriage.I should not have minded delaying it further, but it came to a time when there was concern over whether my brother should get into mishap over those repeated conversations of "Sir, my sister is not out yet." He was quite protective of me, and my parents began to worry it should come to fisticuffs.
So, upon my eighteenth birthday, I was to have my debut after all. I had three proposals by the end of it - and two before, which my mother assured me was quite gauche. The only fortunate thing that could be said about it was that it was also the night that I met Her.
Naturally, we became bosom friends. It was less than six months later when she invited me to London with her. My parents agreed under the delighted sense that I should have access to meeting suitors of higher quality than in ----shire, and I agreed as I was beginning to consider quite seriously entering the convent, if only to eschew these wretched unwanted proposals.
I had daydreamed, of course, of going elsewhere with Her, though these thoughts usually revolved more around retiring from society and living in a cottage near the sea, but She assured me that London would be a far better option. And so that spring I went, with Her as my chaperone, to see what surprises London might have in store for me.
It turned out that there was one that I had not at all expected. And after that, of course - well, I was not what I once was. The young suitors, of course, were much less of an offense when I knew what She would do with them. I still had no interest in young men, of course, but I found my own way. London was full of lovely people at the time, of course, and there were many among my set who were looking for escape. Who was I to decline them?
Oh, not quickly. I preferred to take things slowly, a little bit at a time. One would be surprised what passed for consumption in those days - but we knew so little of medicine. And the final moment - ah, that was beautiful.
For many years, it continued thus. Times changed, as they always had, but we were eternal, She and I. Sometimes together, sometimes within our adjacent circles, but always where we went there was beauty and brilliance and death.
Until, of course, our falling out.
I will never forget the flash of silver. The light that glinted off the knife was almost worse than what followed. It was the knowing, I think - knowing what was to follow and being able to do nothing about it, held down as I was. Three slashes - from forehead to jaw, though the left eye; across the bridge of the nose just to the corner of the lips, and crosswise through the both of them. A scarlet letter -She was always prone to acts of literary weight. I will not - can not - describe the pain. I am sure the screaming was exquisite, if one is in to that sort of thing.
She left me the other eye, though we both know it was so I would be sure to see what She had made of me.
I could have groveled and sought a place among the others, but they would never want to look upon me after what She had done. Perhaps it was the delirium, but I supposed if I was to serve on my knees, it would be better that it were in a house of God than a house of the demimonde.
Thus did I begin another life once again. I turned from what I had once been, from the dazzling beauty and the depths of depravity. For my sins, I must atone. Penitent, I am wrought anew. The blood and body of the Lord compels me, bright-burning on my tongue. It sickens me, every time, but I hold it within myself for as long as I am able, and the sickness itself is deserved, for even through my confessions and communions, my sin is still upon me.
It lies upon us all, of course. Some more so than others, though that is for the Lord to judge. Absolution is not mine to offer, nor to have.
But dry your tears. We must put a brave look upon our faces, when we come upon those things that horrify us. You have nothing to fear. Your sins are not so great. Do you understand?
There, now. Hush.
You're prettier when you smile.
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KARANA SHIORI-
The galaxy is at war, and we cannot afford to be weak.
War strengthens us. Our family, our corporation, our power. For three generations, Shiori Aerospace Manufacturing has built some of the most deadly weapons in existence. A blade can kill a man in one strike. A gun can kill a dozen. Our ships have razed millions.
It is not a beautiful business, but they are not beautiful ships. My great-grandfather was a fighter. He raised his daughter to be an engineer. She raised her son to be a merchant.
And my father raised me to be a fighter.
He was not foolish, you see. The galaxy is at war, and sooner or later someone was going to come for us. I know our business like the back of my hand. I have attended countless meetings over my twenty-eight years. I have been a negotiator, a secretary, my father's right hand. He is lauded for his bravery, in meeting with his clients with only a daughter present.
We do not mention that I am his bodyguard. We do not mention that the decorative hairpins are laced with poison. We do not mention that the jewels are hollow and filled with toxins. We do not mention that I know how to strangle someone with a silken scarf. We do not mention that I have done all of these things. They are our corporate's most well-guarded secrets.
Which is why I must wonder who it was that spilled that information in the first place, because when I find them, I am going to pluck their eyes out and impale them on one of these hairpins and wear them as decoration until I can no longer stand the stench.
My name is Karana Shiori. My father is dead. My mother is dead. My corporation is held captive, and I have neither the funds nor the manpower to free it. That is why I will make my own way, as my great-grandfather did once before - and some day when I have a daughter, I will raise her to be anything but a bloody engineer, because look where that got us.
Name: Karana Shiori
Race: human
Birthplace: Shiori Corporation starliner Thorn Blossom
Age: 28 standard years
Profession: Corporate heiress, assassin
Force Sensitivity: None
Equipment:
Vibroblades, assorted, 1 dozen.
- usually carries 2-3 -
Bracers, beskar, 1 pair
- worn under clothing -
Hairpins, pointy, several boxes
- double as throwing or stabbing weapons -
Poisons, various, multivials
- something for everyone -
Ship, personal, Stickler
- small, fast, minimal armament -
War strengthens us. Our family, our corporation, our power. For three generations, Shiori Aerospace Manufacturing has built some of the most deadly weapons in existence. A blade can kill a man in one strike. A gun can kill a dozen. Our ships have razed millions.
It is not a beautiful business, but they are not beautiful ships. My great-grandfather was a fighter. He raised his daughter to be an engineer. She raised her son to be a merchant.
And my father raised me to be a fighter.
He was not foolish, you see. The galaxy is at war, and sooner or later someone was going to come for us. I know our business like the back of my hand. I have attended countless meetings over my twenty-eight years. I have been a negotiator, a secretary, my father's right hand. He is lauded for his bravery, in meeting with his clients with only a daughter present.
We do not mention that I am his bodyguard. We do not mention that the decorative hairpins are laced with poison. We do not mention that the jewels are hollow and filled with toxins. We do not mention that I know how to strangle someone with a silken scarf. We do not mention that I have done all of these things. They are our corporate's most well-guarded secrets.
Which is why I must wonder who it was that spilled that information in the first place, because when I find them, I am going to pluck their eyes out and impale them on one of these hairpins and wear them as decoration until I can no longer stand the stench.
My name is Karana Shiori. My father is dead. My mother is dead. My corporation is held captive, and I have neither the funds nor the manpower to free it. That is why I will make my own way, as my great-grandfather did once before - and some day when I have a daughter, I will raise her to be anything but a bloody engineer, because look where that got us.
Name: Karana Shiori
Race: human
Birthplace: Shiori Corporation starliner Thorn Blossom
Age: 28 standard years
Profession: Corporate heiress, assassin
Force Sensitivity: None
Equipment:
Vibroblades, assorted, 1 dozen.
- usually carries 2-3 -
Bracers, beskar, 1 pair
- worn under clothing -
Hairpins, pointy, several boxes
- double as throwing or stabbing weapons -
Poisons, various, multivials
- something for everyone -
Ship, personal, Stickler
- small, fast, minimal armament -
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FILE COPY - DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE
METAHUMAN INCIDENT RESPONSE AGENCY
AGENT DOSSIER - FILE Nº D-1030-A
SECTION Nº1: BASIC CHARACTERISTICS
SECTION Nº2: METAHUMAN ABILITY ASSESSMENT
SECTION Nº3: OBSERVED EQUIPMENT
I. PERSONAL EQUIPMENT
A. NEBULIZER
Contains medication to aid with breathing due to lung damage sustained during "July Holocaust" event.
B. LEG, PROSTHETIC
Medical replacement for right leg following amputation just below the knee.
C. CANE, METAL
Standard medical issue walking assistance.
D. WHEELCHAIR
Non-motorized, used only on occasion.
II. MIRA-ISSUED EQUIPMENT
A. MIRA EARPIECE
A standard short-range communications earpiece has been provided, as per RoE for Incident Response Specialists.
B. MIRA LAPTOP
Contains classified documentation, proper secure authorization required.
SECTION Nº4: SPECIALTIES AND SKILLS
I. IMAS CLEARANCE
THREAT RED, STAKE 5
II. PRIMARY SPECIALIZATIONS
A. OPERATIONS MANAGEMENT
Agent Atelier currently works in operations management with MIRA, specializing in working with field agents for briefings and debriefings, pulling together the available information and presenting it in a clear and concise manner to aid field operatives on their missions. As a medically-restricted noncombatant, Agent Atelier is not able to form field operations herself under most circumstances.
B. ENVIRONMENTAL ANALYSIS
Agent Atelier's initial training pre-MIRA was as an environmental analyst specializing in water contamination for the California Department of Environmental Sciences. In that capacity, she was part of the team that reported to Pasadena, CA on July 4, 2007 to perform a potential radiation threat analysis following the death of Ms. Julia Kirsch.
DOCUMENT APPENDIX
DOCUMENT FOOTNOTES.
1. Designation is not an official MIRA-designation, and references thermal/burn damage sustained during "July Holocaust" event. Usage is not recommended.
2. Weight is not accurately representative of agent phenotype due to absence of right leg below knee.
3. Agent vision is 20/20 with corrective lenses. Contact lenses are preferred.
4. Agent Atelier has been noted to have a statistically significant level of ability to identify PMPD individuals within a range of appx. 15 meters. This ability was first noted officially in July of 2013, approximately 5 years following the "July Holocaust" event, though Agent Atelier self-reports as having been experiencing it for some time prior to that.
Under testing conditions, Agent Atelier has both returned "false positive" results as well as missing identifications for known PMPD individuals unknown to her. As such, it has been determined that this ability does not qualify as a PMPD signifier at this time and may be more closely related to Agent Atelier's close work with PMPD individuals through MIRA.
Agent Atelier is under observation in case this indicator is representative of latent PMPD tendencies, but as no further developments have been reported in the past 16 years, the issue is officially considered resolved.
Under testing conditions, Agent Atelier has both returned "false positive" results as well as missing identifications for known PMPD individuals unknown to her. As such, it has been determined that this ability does not qualify as a PMPD signifier at this time and may be more closely related to Agent Atelier's close work with PMPD individuals through MIRA.
Agent Atelier is under observation in case this indicator is representative of latent PMPD tendencies, but as no further developments have been reported in the past 16 years, the issue is officially considered resolved.
END DOCUMENT
AGENT DOSSIER - FILE Nº D-1030-A
FILE COPY - DO NOT DISTRIBUTE - CONFIDENTIAL DOSSIER ENCLOSED
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ok we will keep the other one as is and screw this one up so we can at least have it there when we break everything.
boy I sure do like breaking everything.
I am so very good at it.
Grids L3 and R3 are the ones that are borked. Grid R22 breaks them if it exists.
so setting a nonexistent 4th row in the XX grid to 0px fixes the problem. No, we do not know why. This should not work.
boy I sure do like breaking everything.
I am so very good at it.
Grids L3 and R3 are the ones that are borked. Grid R22 breaks them if it exists.
so setting a nonexistent 4th row in the XX grid to 0px fixes the problem. No, we do not know why. This should not work.
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