Proxy
Le monde intérieur
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Dire que la maison virtuelle de Slayer était luxuriante était un euphémisme. Proxy avait une idée de la richesse des frères et sœurs, étant donné sa nature particulière, mais elle n'osait pas vraiment deviner exactement sur combien les deux étaient assis. Chaque partie d'elle a été abasourdie avec le frisson que Slayer a exposé leurs prochains mouvements. À Philly. Son cœur battait. Elle ne se souciait même pas de la petite équipe de son état d'avatars plutôt exotique. Au lieu de cela, elle a frémi en échangeant son kimono pour une simple robe de soleil avec de petites fleurs dédiées brodées sur son ourlet. Ses cornes se dissout alors qu'elle choisissait de laisser ses cheveux tomber librement, au lieu de ramener épinglés. La seule chose qui est restée la même était les yeux braqueurs de lumière douce et les bouts pointus de ses oreilles. Dans l'ensemble, elle ressemblait à une jeune fille qui partait en vacances.
Alors qu'ils arrivaient, le chat de groupe des Tueuses surgissait : « Très bien. Et maintenant?" Elle écouta et cria alors qu'il mettait les filles à l'écart pour explorer l'intérieur du bâtiment.
"Tu sais que je ne quitterai jamais ton côté!" La lune a chié dans son oreille. Les filles sourient étirées de l'oreille à l'oreille et elle lui a donné un pouce rapide avant de se tourner vers Proxy. "Tu viendras, n'est-ce pas? Je ne peux pas faire ça sans mon partenaire dans le crime. Désolé Ro, Proxy est mon partenaire dans le crime à Skyrim. Pas toi."
Proxy ne pouvait pas faire grand-chose, mais rire. Un sentiment qui l'a échauffée tout au fond alors qu'elle regardait la fille taquiner son frère. Quelques fois, elle s'était demandé ce que ce serait d'avoir des frères et sœurs - si elle avait espéré que sa relation serait comme la leur.
"Bien sûr," elle a tiré sur les deux un sourire coquin, "Elle a de bons goûts. Comme je suis le meilleur." Elle a donné un clin d'oeil ludique à Slayer avant de se dissoudre dans une combinaison de rires. Reprendre son souffle, elle soupirait fort, essayant de rappeler dans un lieu de sérieux. -- Allons maintenant faire de l'histoire, d'accord? Avec cette strate de Proxy éteinte avec un rebond notable dans son pas.
HecateProxy

Proxy

Avatar's Appearance
Proxy stands at a mere four feet; her body lithe and almost childlike. Two horns curl up at her hair line, a deep charcoal that fades to a soft grey. Her ruddy chocolate colored tresses are pinned back by a giant bow. Proxy's eyes are a vivid amber with a soft glow modded to them. She primarily sports a short lilac kimono and dark thigh high boots.
Avatar's Gender
Female
Avatar's Personality
Proxy is very expressive, much like a child who has yet to learn how to mask their emotions. Her face is an open book when it comes to how she's feeling. She's also known to be quite easily distracted with a penchant for the arts; music to be precise. Her world is very much alive with color and emotion. Everything has its own unique glow.
Preferred worlds
Fantasy
Quinn Prater

Female,23
Willowly, with a dancers frame Quinn stands at a impressive five foot seven. Her snow colored hair is kept short and neat in effort to keep the time down on maintaining proper hygiene. The less time spent logged off- the better. Her wardrobe is bland. Basic long sleeve shirts and soft stretchy yoga pants. Comfort over fashion was her motto; not like she saw many people anyway.
Personality
Can someone be withdrawn in this day and age? If so- then that would be Quinn. She didn't often talk out loud though the chatter in her head was often overwhelming. To be frank; it was a mad house in there. In person it was a struggle to get words to actually leave her mental abode though put her behind a screen and the worlds inside her came pouring out. Quinn was a dreamer. She loves the fluidity of the world around her; even the decay that crept outside her front door. She was passionate behind her stoic behavior often swayed by her flippant emotions.
History
Art.
Her entire life was bathed in the arts. Her mother was a highly respected dancer and at the height of her career- a prima ballerina. That was until she fell pregnant with her only child. There was no room for the spot light and parenthood and while she often assured her daughter that it was an easy decision it was easy to tell she somewhat resented giving up her life's passion.
Her mother had opened her own dance academy when Quinn was still small. It was lucrative as it only accepted the most skilled, or those with deep pockets, in. Even Quinn was forced to compete for class space and if she failed then she was forced to wait and retake the competition exam the following year. Though as the world kept crumbling even the flawless lights of New York began to dim and the world began to plug in more and more. Of course, business dropped. Not much need for a dance instructor in the virtual world where everyone could be at the peak of discipline and fitness with a few key codes. They lucked out though. Her mother had connections and ended up with a job of modeling the sequences for dance in VR. That's right, those smooth moves you just preformed? They came from Linda Prater first and the royalties allowed her and her daughter to live comfortably.
But of course as the VR became more integrated the less the users called for preprogrammed moves and the royalties began to dwindle.
Not that her mother noticed. Like Quinn, she found herself enthralled with the possibilities that virtual reality offered. She was able to thrust herself back into her golden days as an entertainer of sorts and while her body aged and began to sink in reality. Here, here she was eternal in youth and beauty.
Taking care of the real world expenses had fallen to Quinn. She made the payments. Managed their funds in the virtual bank and even managed to squirrel away a rainy day fund for when her mother's new life choice came to a halt. She was even tasked with placing their grocery order which shipped to their front door. What a wonderful life technology had given the world. Everything at convenience. Though she didn't allow herself to get soft. Dance was her core and every day she dedicated at least three hours to her basic routines. It was in VR that she was given a place to relax, to be free and she ran wild with the fantasy realms created for her. But even there she found limits. The same ol' repeats left her feeling empty. Quinn wanted more. There was a million ideas swimming in her head that were just sitting there; collecting dust. That was until 'The Quest' was announced. Now not only was she faced with a new exciting adventure but the chance to shape VR to the ideas in her head.
Expertise
Creativity. As uninspired as it sounds,it allows Quinn to take a look at challenges from different angles and offer solutions to tricky situations.