PLAYER NAME: Adelai AGE: 27 CONTACT: keenquing INVITED BY: China
IC:
CHARACTER NAME: Mandy Slade CANON: Velvet Goldmine CANON POINT: Post-film (more specifically the day after Arthur outed 'Tommy Stone' as Brian Slade) CRAU: No AGE: 37 BACKGROUND:
POWERS: No supernatural powers STARTING EQUIPMENT: Daemon: Siamese cat, Gildad Clothes on her back (black long sleeved shirt, black jeans, black ankle boots and several pieces of chunky costume jewelry) Large black handbag containing half a bottle of aspirin, half a packet of cigarettes, two lighters, and miscellaneous half-used cheap makeup (a tube of mascara, two lipsticks, blush, powder compact)
In-universe third person Some people, when faced with the pavement under their feet crumbling and a sparkling hole of some sort opening up in the air, would have assumed they were flirting with insanity.
Mandy Slade, however, had flirted with insanity enough through the years--as a matter of fact given her previous marriage, she was absolutely certain she'd fucked it--to be able to generally tell dreams and hallucinations from cold harsh reality. She'd had plenty of nightmares full of blood and screaming, certainly--another thing she could than her darling ex husband for, the dreams of bloody feathers that fell all around her while gorgeous, awful people laughed at her pain. But none of her nightmares ever took place in the dirty, grey, real streets of New York. And she hadn't even had a beer yet today, so couldn't even pin it on an altered state. Not even when she went through the sparkling portal, because it was there and seemed to offer some sort of hope and despite the shit state of her life she didn't actually want to die.
Besides, she'd learned better than some of the screaming people around her that when you saw a chance to jump from a burning ship, no matter how dark or deep or fucking impossible that ocean beneath you was, you took it. Why else would 'the divine Miss Mandy Slade' have been working at a dive bar for going on nine years, if it hadn't been preferable to the alternative?
And while she didn't have any expectations as to where she'd be landing, not like when she'd used up almost all of her money for her escape back to the US, she certainly hadn't been expecting to land in water. She wished she'd had the mental or physical energy to make a clever quip about being wet, but she'd pin it down to shock that all she'd been able to do was stumble out of the water towards what she hoped would eventually yield to civilization. Of course it had just been trees. A forest. A bloody forest. Maybe this wans't better than death after all; she'd had her fill of the outdoors for a lifetime during those shite festivals Cecil had roped Brian into.
Despite that rush of memory of being poor but happy in that crappy little field, Mandy found herself disturbingly calm as she leaned against a tree to get her bearings. It all should have been too much. She should have been cracking up. And maybe a few years ago she would have, when she realized that the small flittering lights with wings stayed in the air far too long to be the result of a possible concussion or that the siamese cat that sat down in front ofher had started to talk in full, clear sentences. But now, just a day after spinning the tale of the best and worst years of her life to that lovely little reporter who had actually seemed to really give a damn, it didn't seem like enough. Not when the old wounds of that day she'd believed Brian to be dead and the uncountable ones that had followed when she had sometimes wished she was were still reopened and stinging.
So, when the cat...thing explained what the hell was going on in the sort of voice that made her think for one hysterical moment that of that robot from Lost In Space, Mandy simply pinched the bridge of her nose once, took a deep breath, and laughed humorlessly.
"Of course. We spend...what, thirty years threatening each other with nukes, and some damn evil computer beats us all to the punch?" Her mouth twisted in a sad smirk as she shook her head "Well. At least this means we won't be trying to survive another damn term under Reynolds." Her chest ached as she said that though, thinking of Brian. Tommy. Whoever the hell he was now, if he was anyone at all. Then she sighed, pushing herself up off the tree she'd been leaning against to get the world to stop spinning so horribly. "Right then. Seeing as I've only got half a pack of smokes left, I suppose I'd best find what's left of civilization, or whatever this is."
In-Universe:
EXIT STRATEGY: Mandy was starting on her way to the club where she worked when New York City began falling apart under the weight of earthquakes and torrential winds, and she just happened to be in the right place to see a sparking tear in the skin of the universe. Whether it was thanks to her years living with someone who believed they were an actual alien or the fact she didn't actually have a death wish that day, she did her best to forget about all the terrified strangers around her and jumped. MORALITY: Having been in an open marriage and done every manner of drug avaialble, Mandy's moral philosophy is basically if it's not hurting someone else and it feels good, do it. 'What hurts someone else' could be very subjective, of course, and things like petty theft really don't bother her. However, living through the 70s and 80s as a bi woman and running in circles with drag queens and other sexual/gender minorities who stuck out and were often the victims of violence, verbal/physical acts of homophobia, racism etc will likely set her off (probably into swearing a blue streak and possibly giving a beating with her handbag to the perpetrator) WAR ATTITUDES: Given that the happiest time in her life involved being in a culture that was all about free love (for a given interpretation of that word), and the current horrible conservative politics around her, at heart Mandy is against 'war' in general. However, having fought with words and flash for sexual freedom and seeing the beginnings of AIDS activism, she does believing in fighting for what is important--not a country, a political leader, but people. So while the tiny idealistic spark that is still buried inside her will be resistant, when she realizes what's at stake, she'll do her best to throw herself in even if she'll have no idea what she'd oing. INTIMATE RELATIONSHIPS: While she's been burned horribly by her ex husband and their disastrous open marriage, Mandy still believes in the revolution they were working towards in the beginning, truly free love without fear of repercussion for everyone. Although she'll shy away from deep emotional attachments and will be considerably more jaded than she was in her youth, having come out of New York in the early days of the AIDS epidemic will leave her eager for safe intimate connections, so she will probably throw herself into sex freely, but if she feels herself or the other party getting too attached emotionally will probably pull away as she is reminded of the last time she fell head over heels and crashed in a way she still hasn't fully recovered from. COMMUNITY CONTRIBUTIONS: While not a fighter with her body, Mandy is good with words and flair, having been her ex-husband's only promoter and manager for the first years of their relationship, and while not quite as flamboyant as her ex she could easily drum up a crowd if needed for community announcements or to rally people together. Until being replaced by Shannon, Mandy was also the 'wardrobe mistress' for her ex-husband and his band, meaning she is good with words and drawing a crowd, as well as making and repairing clothing.
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PLAYER NAME: Adelai
AGE: 27
CONTACT:
INVITED BY: China
IC:
CHARACTER NAME: Mandy Slade
CANON: Velvet Goldmine
CANON POINT: Post-film (more specifically the day after Arthur outed 'Tommy Stone' as Brian Slade)
CRAU: No
AGE: 37
BACKGROUND:
POWERS: No supernatural powers
STARTING EQUIPMENT: Daemon: Siamese cat, Gildad
Clothes on her back (black long sleeved shirt, black jeans, black ankle boots and several pieces of chunky costume jewelry)
Large black handbag containing half a bottle of aspirin, half a packet of cigarettes, two lighters, and miscellaneous half-used cheap makeup (a tube of mascara, two lipsticks, blush, powder compact)
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In-universe third person
Some people, when faced with the pavement under their feet crumbling and a sparkling hole of some sort opening up in the air, would have assumed they were flirting with insanity.
Mandy Slade, however, had flirted with insanity enough through the years--as a matter of fact given her previous marriage, she was absolutely certain she'd fucked it--to be able to generally tell dreams and hallucinations from cold harsh reality. She'd had plenty of nightmares full of blood and screaming, certainly--another thing she could than her darling ex husband for, the dreams of bloody feathers that fell all around her while gorgeous, awful people laughed at her pain. But none of her nightmares ever took place in the dirty, grey, real streets of New York. And she hadn't even had a beer yet today, so couldn't even pin it on an altered state. Not even when she went through the sparkling portal, because it was there and seemed to offer some sort of hope and despite the shit state of her life she didn't actually want to die.
Besides, she'd learned better than some of the screaming people around her that when you saw a chance to jump from a burning ship, no matter how dark or deep or fucking impossible that ocean beneath you was, you took it. Why else would 'the divine Miss Mandy Slade' have been working at a dive bar for going on nine years, if it hadn't been preferable to the alternative?
And while she didn't have any expectations as to where she'd be landing, not like when she'd used up almost all of her money for her escape back to the US, she certainly hadn't been expecting to land in water. She wished she'd had the mental or physical energy to make a clever quip about being wet, but she'd pin it down to shock that all she'd been able to do was stumble out of the water towards what she hoped would eventually yield to civilization. Of course it had just been trees. A forest. A bloody forest. Maybe this wans't better than death after all; she'd had her fill of the outdoors for a lifetime during those shite festivals Cecil had roped Brian into.
Despite that rush of memory of being poor but happy in that crappy little field, Mandy found herself disturbingly calm as she leaned against a tree to get her bearings. It all should have been too much. She should have been cracking up. And maybe a few years ago she would have, when she realized that the small flittering lights with wings stayed in the air far too long to be the result of a possible concussion or that the siamese cat that sat down in front ofher had started to talk in full, clear sentences. But now, just a day after spinning the tale of the best and worst years of her life to that lovely little reporter who had actually seemed to really give a damn, it didn't seem like enough. Not when the old wounds of that day she'd believed Brian to be dead and the uncountable ones that had followed when she had sometimes wished she was were still reopened and stinging.
So, when the cat...thing explained what the hell was going on in the sort of voice that made her think for one hysterical moment that of that robot from Lost In Space, Mandy simply pinched the bridge of her nose once, took a deep breath, and laughed humorlessly.
"Of course. We spend...what, thirty years threatening each other with nukes, and some damn evil computer beats us all to the punch?" Her mouth twisted in a sad smirk as she shook her head "Well. At least this means we won't be trying to survive another damn term under Reynolds." Her chest ached as she said that though, thinking of Brian. Tommy. Whoever the hell he was now, if he was anyone at all. Then she sighed, pushing herself up off the tree she'd been leaning against to get the world to stop spinning so horribly. "Right then. Seeing as I've only got half a pack of smokes left, I suppose I'd best find what's left of civilization, or whatever this is."
In-Universe:
EXIT STRATEGY: Mandy was starting on her way to the club where she worked when New York City began falling apart under the weight of earthquakes and torrential winds, and she just happened to be in the right place to see a sparking tear in the skin of the universe. Whether it was thanks to her years living with someone who believed they were an actual alien or the fact she didn't actually have a death wish that day, she did her best to forget about all the terrified strangers around her and jumped.
MORALITY: Having been in an open marriage and done every manner of drug avaialble, Mandy's moral philosophy is basically if it's not hurting someone else and it feels good, do it. 'What hurts someone else' could be very subjective, of course, and things like petty theft really don't bother her. However, living through the 70s and 80s as a bi woman and running in circles with drag queens and other sexual/gender minorities who stuck out and were often the victims of violence, verbal/physical acts of homophobia, racism etc will likely set her off (probably into swearing a blue streak and possibly giving a beating with her handbag to the perpetrator)
WAR ATTITUDES: Given that the happiest time in her life involved being in a culture that was all about free love (for a given interpretation of that word), and the current horrible conservative politics around her, at heart Mandy is against 'war' in general. However, having fought with words and flash for sexual freedom and seeing the beginnings of AIDS activism, she does believing in fighting for what is important--not a country, a political leader, but people. So while the tiny idealistic spark that is still buried inside her will be resistant, when she realizes what's at stake, she'll do her best to throw herself in even if she'll have no idea what she'd oing.
INTIMATE RELATIONSHIPS: While she's been burned horribly by her ex husband and their disastrous open marriage, Mandy still believes in the revolution they were working towards in the beginning, truly free love without fear of repercussion for everyone. Although she'll shy away from deep emotional attachments and will be considerably more jaded than she was in her youth, having come out of New York in the early days of the AIDS epidemic will leave her eager for safe intimate connections, so she will probably throw herself into sex freely, but if she feels herself or the other party getting too attached emotionally will probably pull away as she is reminded of the last time she fell head over heels and crashed in a way she still hasn't fully recovered from.
COMMUNITY CONTRIBUTIONS: While not a fighter with her body, Mandy is good with words and flair, having been her ex-husband's only promoter and manager for the first years of their relationship, and while not quite as flamboyant as her ex she could easily drum up a crowd if needed for community announcements or to rally people together. Until being replaced by Shannon, Mandy was also the 'wardrobe mistress' for her ex-husband and his band, meaning she is good with words and drawing a crowd, as well as making and repairing clothing.