Age: 17
Faction: Civilian
Gender: Female
Height: 1,70m
Weight: 62 kg
Appearance:
She is unremarkable.
Laura doesn’t stand out, and is just another of the bunch. She has long messy brown hair that randomly curls itself upwards at odd ends, and at the base of her forehead it splits into three sections with the middle being shaped like a square bang. Her eyes have a maroon tone to them, from her mother, and have a calm almond shape. From her father, she got really bad eyesight, for the which she got a pair of average octagonal glasses with a thick black rim. And all of this laid within her average shaped face. Normal ears, sleek nose, modest and average mouth; a visage that would take quite some effort to attract attention with. She just blends in.
Her height and body is also, very average. Featuring a large bust, extremely narrow waist and wide hips which is in this world, just average, she doesn’t dress in any particular way to show it off. Most of the time she’s just in a sweater and overalls like an average, everyday peasant commoner. Her sweater is striped and beige with a wide opening revealing her shoulders (it's just more comfortable for her like that, she'd admit), with her overalls being a dark brown, with a pocket on her bust for her to hold a notebook and a pen in. She also most often dresses in a long, white skirt, that has a floral design sewn into the lower rim of it. Something that you could find in, well, any average clothing store.
Her voice is smooth and silky, warm and calming, but with a pinch of gruffness which makes her sound a bit more masculine and tomboyish than she would like it to.
Very average, basically. Average.
Personality:
She is shrewd, astute, cunning - full of tricks; from years of book-worming, under a shell of being a meek and shy maiden, a nobody. She likes academia and learning more for its own sake, but people? She doesn't do too well with people - she gets nervous, stammers, and has a bad time.
“I-I will b-become... God.”
Laura believes herself to be smarter than most, and entitled for it, but she doesn’t let others know that, because she knows better than trying to brag to people about it.
...Spending so much time shut in her library and just reading has warped her vision of the outside world, making her grossly overestimate how smart and capable she actually is. All of the stories, knowledge, and lack of interaction with the real world has made her believe that she could become a hero like those in all of the stories she has read, equipped with vast amounts of encyclopedic trivia and experience through the fantasies she has lived.
After all, nobody else she knew (among the few she actually talked to) was as knowledgeable as she was, that must mean that she was some kind of supergenius, right?
However, she believes that as the smart and competent person that she is, that she has some responsibility with the rest of the world. If she
could make the world a better place, yet doesn’t, wouldn’t that make her guilty of depriving the world of what she could do?
She
must act, if she can. Circumstance chooses those who must take responsibility to make a change for the better. And she, given her talents, has been chosen.
Chosen to become the God to repair this broken world of its chaos and depravity.
Laura’s philosophy doesn’t stem from any religious background, and she doesn’t believe in any particular god either, but she is very well-acquainted with the Bible as the nerd she is. She finds herself to be an atheist, but that the guidelines laid out in holy scripture are useful for guiding an ignorant populace. Superstition is for her a useful tool (the
best tool, in her opinion) with which to shepherd people, and she is fine with deliberately fooling people into believing that her actions and tricks could be those of God, if it so furthers her agenda of improving the world. Because the total good that would be created at the cost of her deception, is worth it.
And while she has strong moral convictions, she doesn’t find herself to be entirely self-righteous and pure - she is very self-aware that she is only human. But she tries her best.
In general, she has good intentions, but is Machiavellian in order to achieve them.
“I-I will remember and cherish the g-good times we s-shared.”
She has a hard time making friends due to how insular she is, but once made, she is often devoted to them, to a point of being somewhat clingy. She finds being in large groups of people draining, as she can only hold a good conversation and try to put up a good impression so long before feeling exhausted, and much prefers to be in calmer settings.
Laura is also a big nostalgic, and has a hard time letting go of the past. Despite this, she isn’t one to hold grudges, because she has faith in the inherent good of people. She holds the ideal that all people are capable of change and improvement (no matter how evil they may seem to be), and is eager (within her shyness) to help those who want to make their lives better.
Despite her apparent lack of social skills, she is very good at being evasive with people, since it’s most all she wants to do when confronted with them. Feinting interest so that she can wait out conversations to then leave, making excuses to leave or holding a poker face to conceal her inner emotions are all second nature to her by now.
Optional:- Likes: New books, silence, sleeping, cookies
- Dislikes: Too many people, bad smells, boredom
- Interest: Learning the truth about things and the world
- Disinterest: Parties, being outgoing
- Morality Alignment: Chaotic Good
Future: Perceived as god of the world, influencing from the shadows towards what she believes is right and just for the world.
Dream/Goal: To correct the world of she perceives to be its moral ills, and to guide it to a brighter tomorrow.
Home Island: Orange Town
History: Laura, as a little child, loved her parents very much. She didn’t get along much with other kids her age because she was so shy, so her family as her whole world.
She lived with her parents on a boat, with which they had an orange export business. However, during one of the family’s travels to a neighboring island, they got raided by pirates, who killed her father and mother, and would have killed her too if Laura hadn’t managed to hide in a barrel due to her small size.
The small, modest ship, after being cleaned of all of its goods, was then set ablaze for the amusement of the pirates. It was a homage to their victory.
However, Laura was still on the boat, and once it started to burn, she got out of her hiding spot and raced towards the steering wheel. And she focused all she could to remember how her father drove the ship, because her childish mind believed that he could perhaps bring herself back home to safety like this, even with the boat still burning. But how did dad do it? She had to save herself and drive this back home, somehow! But she couldn’t remember anything. Because she had never been taught how to drive a boat.
She held her head in despair, her eyes darting around the burning ship, trying to desperately think of some kind of solution, her infantile mind screaming within her head, her inner self frantically scratching at the insides of her skull, trying to find something, something in here that could help her to survive.
The little girl collapsed to the ground from the sheer mental agony, and laid on the floor in a fetal position, but with her eyes still wide open, her hands holding her head, shivering frantically as she tried to think of something. But there was just nothing to be found. Just an skull, full of memories of happiness, good times with her parents. Honest joy. None of it was useful right now.
If only she had a…
Book.
To teach her the answer.
With the flames growing around her, and without hopes of being able to steer the boat back to Orange Island, her instincts kicked in. She didn't have much time left, and she was going to have not time at all anymore if she stayed here. With her eyes still bolted open, her body still shivering in sheer fear, she stood up, and ran and ran, and even when she was nearing the edge of the ship, she kept on running.
...she threw herself into the sea. Then, a loud splash.
Now choking on water, she frantically tried to paddle herself upwards, and in one of those motions, she managed to grab herself onto some driftwood and pull herself to the surface for air. Then, that was it. That was all she could do. She let herself be taken away by the currents, as she watched her home burn down, clinging the best she could to the piece of charred wood.
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Years passed, and as a young teenager, had become the librarian of the division of a coast guard Marine that had saved her from the disaster that had killed her parents by pulling her up from the beach of Orange Island where she had washed up. And that Marine never really took it onto themselves to “adopt” her. Giving her a fairly menial job and a way to live was enough generosity as it was.
But Laura was happy with her new life. She had grown extremely fond of books. In a way, they had become the replacement for her parents, being the source of knowledge and guidance that she needed in the world.
And as long as she was sedated with stories, she could forget about the loss of her parents, and stop being sad. And just keep on living, in fantasies. Books brought her to places where there was no pain. Any place she wanted to be. Books made her happy.
After years of being a diligent librarian for the Marines, she was eventually reassigned to become one for a larger World Government public library on the same island due to her talent.
It was a lot less popular than the Marine’s one, thankfully. But it was a lot bigger, and required a lot more maintenance. While it was a public library, people just didn’t read all that much on Orange Island, and it was more of a relay spots for books that were then sent to other islands, returned, and so on. Most of work now consisted of bureaucracy, accounting, and taking calls to make sure that all of the orders that were going around for taking books and getting them were all in check.
And sometimes, her phone would break. Or the bathroom would get clogged. Or something else now needed repairs in her gigantic library. There was always quite a bit of maintenance to do.
Laura really wasn’t up for calling in someone to help because that would involve… more social interaction. Eugh. But she had so many books - so she decided to just learn herself how to do those things.
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It was some time before her 17th birthday that she had the epiphany that she had to do something about the world, after having a moment of reverie to reminisce that time when her parents were killed.
She realized that, after reading so many books, she was…. Smart. Really smart.
She actually wasn’t. But that was the impression she had of herself when compared to the rest of common people that she met.
And she felt that someone that smart had to be destined for something greater than just being a librarian. She could become a Marine and dispense justice to the world! Or, not. After being with the Marines for so long during her childhood, she clearly knew how corrupt they actually were.
She would have to dispense justice
her own way.
And she got the idea of becoming God. Not literally, but perhaps just impressing people enough with miracles to make them believe that there was indeed a superior being out there helping them out and looking over them, and punishing evil. She had managed to do well with repairing all of the stuff around the library and had now started to experiment with some smaller gadgets for her own entertainment (...like building a simple, robotic boyfriend) so why wouldn’t she be able to pretend to be God?
It might… just work. Religion has been a very effective tool to guide people, after all.
And like that, people wouldn’t put on her the blame of it either. Nor the merit. She just really didn’t want to have to deal with people if she decided to go become a vigilante.
And so, she set forth to design a couple of contraptions with which she could try to instill into the heart of people the admiration of God. People needed more miracles in their lives, and she was the person who could achieve it.
She, with the help of all of the authors of the books of her library.
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She has now spent quite a bit of time as "God" - although the vast majority of that time has been spent learning how to create her devices via trial and error and setting up preparations so that she can do her divine deeds in total secret. Within her house, she has a hidden workstation of devices, mostly Den-Den communications and their safety measures so that she can her operate remote devices without tipping off the Den-Den interception systems that she knows that the Marines have, because she had been working with them for so long during her childhood.
For now, she has performed very "small" miracles. Spooking criminals with the "voice of God" - really just speakers from a simple robotic rat with a Den-Den camera for her to see through, and even managing to remotely take down a modest criminal with a bounty with a combination of flashy special effects and some modest weaponry.
And she didn't claim the bounty reward - what would God need money for, anyways? And this generosity has only added to the budding legend and mystique of this "God" phenomenon.
And she aims to make these miracles even greater.
Acquaintances: The transportation guy who ships books from her library, some people who frequent her library, some Marines, local clergy.
Desired Grade: A