School Writing Assignment
As you enter the lower reaches of the school, the standard sounds of day to day education at MSF high fade away and are replaced by an eerie quiet, reminiscent of a tomb. The stone walls in this section are dark and pock marked with reminders of science gone awry, and the even the lights have been replaced by faintly glowing fungi instead of the painful phosphorescent light bulbs more common in other sections of the school. The fungi give everything and unnatural glow, and shadows dance at the corners of your vision.
As you make you way down the hall, you pass by various doors of unusual construction and design. Yellowed signs in many of the more common languages dot the walls at odd angles. "Abandon all hope...", "Go AwAy!!!", "Fhtagn, c-lw'nafh r'luh ee!" and sloppily drawn unhappy faces are a few that catch your eye. Every once and a while, you think you hear the faintest sound of snickering behind you, but as you turn all you see is the flickering of shadows quickly moving away.
Finally at your destination, you see a heavy wooden door, scarred by many years of abuse. The Gothic metalwork on the hinges and the serpentine decorations crawling across the door clash with the modern plastic plaque adhered just below a rather mundane looking peep hole. The sign reads "Morozov, Beylke". Behind the door you can hear inhuman noises, sounds that chill you to your very marrow. Tentatively you raise the dragon headed door knocker and rapt it in quick succession to summon the occupant.
Time passes. The sounds from behind the door die down and you can hear something moving on the other side. Without warning the door swings open to reveal, a young dark skinned elf girl. She is wearing a baggy shirt emblazoned with a blue police box and has a pair of what looks like welders goggles hanging around her neck. Her white hair is in a pony tail, with her bangs hanging long in the front. Her baggy pants are held up with a belt that has many strange tools attached to them, and her many pockets bulge with their contents. She squints at you with her red eyes for a moment before realization dawns on her face.
"Oh, you're here from the school newspaper right?" She asks waiting your answer. As you nod in response.
"Okay, come in." She motions for you to follow her. She leads you into a room whose decor clashes with the outside hall. Inside, modern appliances are set on Victorian style furniture. A computer sits flanked by two brass Jacob's ladders while the walls have posters of recent sci fi series on them. Beside torch ensconces filled with luminescent fungi hung surround sound speakers with wires running to a banged up entertainment system in the corner. "I said I'd do this 'interview', " she emphasizes the word with air quotes, "to get extra credit in my public speaking class. And to make up for that thing...last week." She hastily added the last bit.
The Interview
"Alright, where to begin," the young girl says as she sits down. "Oh I guess my name should be the obvious choice."
"I'm Beylke Morozov, pronounced Bay-lick More oh zov," she sounds out the syllables while giving you a chance to take notes. "And yes, I'm a dark elf." With that she crosses her arms under her breasts. "No that doesn't mean I am a Drow, Droow, Drew, Drough or however you want to say it. No I don't eat babies, nor do I have an inborn need to dress like a model for an S&M catalog crossed with a hardware store advertisement." While you tried to picture that image she continued, "And contrary to popular opinion, I generally hate spiders, except when they're batter fried, and can't cast a lightning bolt to save my behind."
"How did I get here?" She paused. "I dunno, how do any of us get here?" Apparently thirsty, she takes a sip from a beaker filled with a blue glowing liquid that had been sitting on the armrest. Upon seeing your reaction she responds, "Oh this is harmless, just a health drink I concocted." She offers some to you, after you decline she continues. "I do remember a few things."
"I remember living underground in a big city. I remember we had to because the surface world was pretty much toast." After noticing your look she answers, "No we didn't destroy our environment, someone did that for us. I'll give you three guesses and a hint, their ears typically aren't round and it wasn't orcs or humans." She gets a far off look in her eyes for a bit, "Oh and I remember there were, things, that lived on the surface. Things, you didn't want to meet. Made things. Sometimes they would, get in. And it was bad when they did."
"Anyways back to that whole I don't cast spells bit." After rolling her eyes at your dubious look. "I don't. Never have. Maybe some of my people use magic but everything I do has a scientific background. Super-science maybe but science nonetheless." She seems to look at you for a while, and makes notes on a pad. "Take that invisible beam you've been sitting in this whole time. No magic at all, just some hyperspatial flux wave preturbances in the sub-ether. The real question now is, how are you feeling now?"
Tropes Appropriate to the Character
Tsundere Type A, Prefers the style of the slow burn. Not that it matters to YOU!
Little Miss Snarker Sarcasm is a weapon best served often
Adorkable More socially awkward than charming, especially if she can be triggered to be dere dere. "Are you on hallucinogens? Are you sure?" "What was your species again? Let me see if my <fill in the blank race> license is up to date..."
Mad Scientist Decorations include Jacobs ladders and tesla coils. Bonus points for drinking out of beakers and her willingness to "aid" others with or without their consent
Dark is Not Evil Just because she is a drow, mad scientist, and has experimented on sapients before doesn't mean she is a chaotic evil feminist omnicidal maniac wanting to enslave you.
Dirt pounder Where she's originally from, her people live underground due to the surface world being a place that is very hazardous to your health, oh and having monsters, lots of monsters (who are also very hazardous to your health)
Our drow are better :Inverted, No she doesn't have any innate magic, there is no cult where women worship spiders, and she doesn't have a slew of magical items dripping off her. Also, she's more interested in video games than S&M fetish gear...
Plain Jane While generally attractive, Beylke makes a point not to wear overly revealing or tight clothing, plus she doesn't typically wear make up either. In the real world, she would be considered rather attractive anyways (once people got past freaking out over her ears and skin color that is). However, when you have angels, valkyries, succubi, and literal bishonen walking the halls competition in the looks department can be murder.
Go Juice Perpetually tired, Beylke has taken to self medication via home made energy drinks. She finds the store bought versions to be rather nice sleep aids...
Berserk button Call her ugly - whatever, insult her fashion sense - stuck up shallow snob, get between her and her sacred caffeine - I would recommend you run really fast. Also, if you start making commentaries about how she should be dressing more like the way certain members of her species are portrayed...
Physical Description
Character Creation Questions
Planet Type: Hell World. A world that had Elves, Dwarves, Humans, Etc. Your stereotypical mix of rpg races. The races were slightly skewed however. Humans: Masters of Magic, barely holding on with it's allies against Elven enslavement. Dwarves: An honorable, charismatic people who led a coalition of light, and who had an artificer based magic system. Elves: Imperialistic, militant expansionists, who had a habit of enslaving other races and who were not afraid to use WMDs. Orcs: Shamanistic peaceful druid types. Drow: Techy elves who were not down with their surface brethren's habit of enslaving everything not pointed eared. The elves unleashed a war that devastated the surface world. Now they live in walled cities while monsters roam the wastelands between them. Those that don't want to live as Elven slaves, hide underground. The elves disapprove of this.
Entry to MSF High: Beylke was an apprentice scientist in one of the smaller enclaves, tending the more mundane technologies while learning her craft. Eventually one of the elven warbeasts from the great race wars found it's way into the enclave. Beylke was one of the casualties.
What they're afraid of: She has a racial dislike for wide open areas. The sun is not her friend. She's terrified of being enslaved herself. Slavery in general is kinda a button too.
Previous Race: Drow
Current Race: Drow
Most Emotional Damage: Probably the after effects of the Race wars. She was on the losing side in of a stomp fest, that drove her people and their allies to live underground in fear of monsters that were designed to mercilessly hunt people down and murder in the most efficient ways possible.
Quotes
"Wait, you want to rewire his brain?"
"Not without his permission. It would be a minor surgery."
"I believe with proper demodulation, you could receive satellite television for free. "
"I do not think this is a very good idea."
"Don't be such a grinch. I told you - science should be fun! "
"Once you are given the order to put on the headphones, do not remove them under any circumstances. If you do, you may die a gruesome and horrible death. Thank you for your attention and have a nice day."
<in lab film>"My name is Beylke Morozov, and this is test subject number 6."
<watching film>"What happened to test subjects 1 through 5?"
<watching film>"I believe the university settled with them out of court, and they probably never had to work again."
"Unless you have an IQ higher than mine, I'm not interested in what you think!"
"Why would anyone kill a scientist? What did we ever do? "
"Titanium tetrachloride... you sly temptress."
"I am forming a hypothesis. Would you like to hear it? "
"That depends. Would I ever be able to sleep at night again? "
"That depends."
"Depends on what?"
"On whether the light is on or not."
"To understand what happened at the diner, we use Mr. Papaya."
"This is upsetting because he is the friendliest of fruits."