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Title: Neophyte
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Date Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 2:07 pm
Subject: What is a Paradox?
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Bear with me a moment, and I'll attempt to explain the purpose of this thread. First of all, I'll explain what the hell it's about, and then I'll give a 'why'.
This is not a background. Well, it is, but to me it's much more a chronicle of Sid "Paradox" Velas' life than a simple background. It's a series of short stories that chronicle Sid's life, eventually up until he emerged into the life of a professional shadowrunner in Seattle's sprawl. They may not always be in order, but they will always be before any events that transpired IC on Awakened Worlds.
Now, the 'why'.
You may be wondering why I'd bother, when a simple background is enough, but the answer is pretty simple. I enjoy writing, and years ago, I did it quite frequently. There aren't many of you that I've really opened up to, during my almost-year on AW, because honestly, I'm a pretty shy person, and that really is the reason for Sid's IC seclusion. After almost a year playing Paradox, there aren't many people, IC, that know him very well, or at all, even though I'm actually logged on quite a bit. I think it's actually a damn shame, since, to get to my next point, Sid is one of the most deep and complex characters I've ever played, in any RP setting, and I've been doing this for over 14 years. It's very difficult to convey this in AW's "sittin' in a bar chatting" RP style, so I decided to kill two ghouls with one grenade and appease my need for a creative outlet and tell the many takes that Sid has gone through in his past and in my mind. Those of you who have been present at the Securo-Ja when Rhapsody has enforced 'story time' while Sid was there will already know a couple of these stories, though he would have told them from his own perspective, so this will be a bit different, since I never write in the first person.
Feel free to leave comments, feedback, criticism or whatever, since ultimately, this is for your enjoyment, but be gentle, yeah? Also, remember that anything learned through this about Sid is IC info of his past, and unless he's told you IC, your character wouldn't know it, realistically. Except for maybe one character, she knows who she is. This is purely for your OOC enjoyment. Also, if any Imms wanna use any of this background to initiate a storyline involving Sid, let me knw, as Sid's past was somewhat violent, and he's seen alot of friends die, and put down his fair share of antagonists, and using a character who's end just hasn't been written yet just might create... a paradox.
Might as well get started...
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Title: Neophyte
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"...an' I was crashin' through ice like it was nothin', managin' three, four utils at a time, bro, pullin' down data like it was that slitch, Carmine's skirt- You remember her, Sid?- an' all of a sudden, I got warnin' klaxons screamin'-"
"I have no clue what the frag yer sayin', Zip."
"-so I punch outta the node like it's on fire, screamin' across the UCAS RTG, barely had time to analyze what I'd downloaded before-"
"You ever even seen pussy first-hand, Zip?"
They called him Zipdrive, though none of them actually knew his real name. Sid had tried to pry it out of him for months, but the kid wouldn't relent. Something about it being extremely embarassing. He said he chose Zipdrive, because sounding like really old computer hardware made him sound wiz. And looking at the kid, you could tell he was the type to get embarassed easily. Scrawny, with glasses that didn't really fit his face like they should, it was difficult to tell that Zipdrive was the kind of kid everyone wanted. Too smart for his age, his mind raced faster than he could speak, and it often produced long run-on sentances that most people lost interest in fairly quickly, but the kid could cut ice like few others, for his age. He wore the datajack proudly, having conned his father into buying it for him 'for school', before running away and joining the gang that he now called his family. By the time he was fifteen, Zipdrive had been pronounced clinically dead twice, each time while jacked into the matrix. But both times he came out of it moments later, gasping and clutching at his head. He'd had a headache for weeks, both times, and every time he said he'd never jack in again. Most say something was jarred loose one or both times, and he hasn't been quite right since.
Their laughter seemed so innocent, it was hard to believe these boys had seen and done things no sixteen-year-olds should ever have had to do. Zipdrive had to raise his voice, slightly, to be heard over their laughter. "Slot off, Sid, ain't my fault you'll frag slitches even Chahz won't touch."
Charles Neurenberg had goblinized at a young age, and he'd endured the slings and arrows of racism ever since, but his family moved to Redmond, and since then, Charles had fit right in. Due to his huge, oversized tusks, he had trouble pronouncing most words, which is where his nickname came from. He couldn't pronounce his own name, and although everyone knew his name was Charles, they all called him Chahz because they thought it was funny. It stuck, and he didn't really seem to care. They were his friends, and he knew they weren't making fun of him. Besides, the boy was huge. His voice was enough to scare most people away. Deep and rumbling, he sounded like he was a man in his thirties.
"Wut y'mean 'like Cahmine?'" Chahz grinned, nudging Sid.
Zipdrive laughed, poking Chahz in the chest. "Pfft, admit it, tusker, you'd'a fragged 'er." He turned his grin on Sid. "Even Sid'd frag 'er."
Sid gave a half-grin, the kind you give when you know something someone else doesn't, and Chahz just laughed, a deep orkish rumble. Turning his head, slightly, Sid shrugged. "I did."
Zipdrive's mouth dropped open, and he stammered, glancing back and forth between the two, "What the f- Are you k- You gotta..." His gaze stopped on Chahz, finally. "No drek? Did he?"
"Jus' a tuskah, chummah," Chahz answered, his face just one huge grin. "I don' know nothin'."
"Sid's fragged half the girls you know, joyboy," said a mellow, feminine voice, from behind. "He's smooth like that, but he always comes back to me."
Nightshade was the odd one of the group. Aside from being the only female that regularly ran with them, she was also the only one that didn't really belong. Her family was wealthy, and lived in a high-class area of Seattle, and they gave their princess anything she wanted. Anything except the one thing she cared about the most. She was also the only awakened member of the group, and she supplemented this with regular, and borderline fatal drug use, which was really a shame, since she was one of the most gorgeous things to ever step foot in Redmond. Everyone in the group knew she was out of their league, but Sid was the only one brave, or stupid enough to try, and maybe that's why he got her.
Zipdrive frowned as Nightshade slipped an arm around Sid's waist, settling against him. "No drek?" He lifted his chin in defiance. "That slitch, Marienne?" Sid nodded. "Jewel?" Again, Sid nodded, Chahz snickering softly off to the side. "Kaleena?"
Sid shook his head with a mock-disgusted look. "Wouldn't touch that slitch with Chahz's dick, boyo," which drew booming laughter from Chahz. "You see 'er teeth? Girl had HMHVV or somethin'." Nightshade laughed and playfully slapped his shoulder, but he raised both eyebrows, seeing Zipdrive frown again. "Wait... did you?"
The whole group was quiet, and staring at Zipdrive now. His face reddened, and he looked away with an embarassed, lopsided grin.
"Oh my god!" squealed Nightshade, delighted. "You did!"
Chahz choked out a "No f'aggin' way!" as his booming laughter echoed through the alley, and Sid pulled Nightshade behind him, mocking defense, laughing. "Oh, it's tragic! Poor Zip's a vampire!"
Even Zip had to laugh, pushing Sid's shoulder playfully. "Slot it, hoop-lickin' slitch."
Sidney Velas was somewhat of an enigma in Redmond. Sure, there were other elven families there, but most of them were there by some unfortunate circumstance. Sid's family had purposefully moved from the Tir and settled there, shortly before he was born. He didn't know any better for a while, but as he got older, and he began to endure severe racism because of jealousy (it was no secret about his family), he began to hate his parents for cursing him to this. He had been alone most of his early childhood, and it wasn't until he was around eight years old that he met...
"Hey girls." They all turned to see Alex hopping down off the dumpster they used to get over the fence into their little gathering ground. "You all playin' dolls're somethin'? I outta geek every last one'a ya." He grinned, lifting his chin to Nightshade. "'Cept you. You wanna ditch these homos an' go get naked?"
Nightshade smirked and raises an empty hand, causing Alex to feel slightly dizzy. He reached out to grasp the edge of the dumpster and groaned. Nightshade smiled, sweetly, and shrugged, letting her hand drop. "Looks like you couldn't handle me, big guy." She curled around Sid and grinned.
"Yeah, whatever. Anyway..." He stood up straight, the feeling in his head gone, and lifted his chin to Sid. "Munk says he's two clicks outta Redmond, an' he'll be here shortly."
Chahz laughed, again, slapping Alex on the shoulder. "Two clicks? Wut, you some kinda big shot milita'y man now, cuttah?" He laughed yet again and looked to Sid, jerking his thumb toward Alex. "Geddaload'a dis guy."
The rest of the group laughed, and Alex couldn't help but crack a smile. "Whatever, tusker, you get that dick outta yer mouth, maybe you could speak properly."
Alex was the oldest of the group, by a year, and he liked to think he was worlds more mature than everyone else. He was actually responsible for most of them being together, and was Sid's first friend. Alex and Sid had been best friends since they were children, and it was Alex that had first gotten involved in the gang. Sid went along out of some misplaced sense of loyalty, but he'd never really felt right about it. But everyone made him feel so at home, he felt he owed it to them, and to Alex.
Zipdrive perked up, an eyebrow raised. "How far is a click, anyway?" He realized, almost too late, that the question was going to get him laughed at, and lowered his head, and his voice. "Never really knew..." Alex was about to open his mouth for a retort, but Zipdrive cut him off with a raised hand, tilting his head, seemingly listening to something, then nodding. "Munk's closer'n we thought. He's a couple blocks from here, wants us to meet 'im."
MunkeyJim was quite possibly the most unstable teenager in the UCAS. Three times he'd been institutionalized for erratic behaviour and violent tendencies, but every time he'd managed to escape. The last time, he found the gang, and managed to stay in hiding. He always insisted on everyone calling him MunkeyJim. One word, never two. Everyone assumed his real name was Jim, but when asked, he'd just stare at you with those wild eyes for minutes, until you wondered if he forgot you even asked him a question, then go on about something completely unrelated. Only older than Sid by a couple months, Sid actually looked up to the kid, when he wasn't being a crazy lunatic, and learned alot from him.
They all scrambled over the dumpster and fence, dropping into an alley next to some deli they never ate at, and crossed into the street and fanned out. Zipdrive spotted Munk way before anyone else, and though he never answered when asked, Sid suspected his eyes had been augmented. He, himself, had already had extensive bio work done. Life on the streets taught you that you had to adapt. He could run and move faster than anyone else in the group, and he could almost lift a small car above his head. His mind worked almost as fast as Zipdrive's, and though Alex was the official leader of the group, he knew Sid's capabilities, and often conferred with him on crucial decisions.
MunkeyJim grinned at them as they neared, swinging a purse on his finger, by the strap. "'Ey boys an' girl, you all look like a buncha' homos." The irony of what he was swinging on his finger dawned on him, and he cleared his throat with a chuckle, letting it stop and fall to his side, on the sidewalk. "Ne'er min' that. What's the scan?"
"Munk, why you always carryin' a purse ever'time we see you?" asked Zipdrive, tilting his head with a vague grin.
"Said ne'er min' that, guy, you jes' stick to downloadin' yer porn an' leave my erotic fantasies to m'self." He lifted his chin to Alex. "Bossman. Got deh scan on'em fraggers up the block, cutter. Three of'm. Thought you said they was four?"
Alex nodded, frowning. "Suppose one of 'em's like Nightshade? They know we're comin' or wha?"
MunkeyJim shrugged, standing up. "Who knows? Ain't like it matters, yeah? Jes' go in shootin'. Bound ta hit 'em either way."
That was always the way Munk did it. Guns blazin'. Shoot first, ask questions later. Sid always had to calm him down when he got the fight in him, but some of that had already rubbed off. Sid was a fighter, too. Quick to anger, quick to strike, and when the fighting started, he always seemed to lose what little sense he had. It was a wonder he was even still alive.
"You crazy, kid?" Nightshade shook her head. "Ain't even supposed to geek 'em. Just rough 'em up. 'Weeners don't want any flak comin' down on them."
Chahz nodded, picking at his teeth, speaking around his hand. "Dey said peop'o know deh 'Weenahs want dese slitches dead. Iff'n dey tuh'n up dat way, peop'o gonna suspect, yeah?"
Alex nodded, shrugging. "Jus' rough 'em up, an' it could be they jus' picked a fight wit' the wrong crowd. Let's get to it. 'Shade, how's about you lookin' fer that other slitch, yeah?"
She nodded, and they started toward where MunkeyJim said they'd stopped, Nightshade's vision slipping into the astral realm. As they neared, she spoke in a hushed tone. "Fourth, up top. He's already seen us."
MunkeyJim turned to Sid and grinned. "Time to pah'ty."
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