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'''Growing Up''' | '''Growing Up''' | ||
Basil Wolf was | Life wasn’t always cold in Alaska. Not for Basil Wolf, anyway. His childhood was a warm cocoon of small comforts, laughter slipping through rooms gently lit by lamps whose bulbs always seemed half-asleep. His parents, Xander and Rose, were the steady heartbeat of that home; present, caring, real enough to fill his memories with the kind of glow most kids only see on faded trideo reruns. | ||
Basil was always drawn to the little things—the things most people overlooked. Puppets, carved from wood or molded in plastic, small faces forever frozen in smiles. He’d spend hours bringing them to life, fingertips guiding strings, pulling limbs into dance. The rest of the world slipped away when he performed, replaced by quiet wonder, as if all that existed were the puppets, the soft swaying lights, and Basil himself, guiding his small creations gently into story. | |||
Effeminate and quiet, Basil found his place among people who understood what it was to feel different, to live quietly apart from expectations. The queer community in his city became a refuge, a second home where no one questioned the quiet boy who smiled shyly and spoke through puppets far more confidently than he ever did through his own voice. | |||
And when the recruiter from Horizon came, Basil believed that life would always be this gentle. | |||
'''Young Adult''' | '''Young Adult''' | ||
Basil | Promises aren’t worth much in the Sixth World. That was the first thing Basil learned when he arrived in Los Angeles, a promising student in Horizon’s matrix entertainment program. It wasn’t cruelty that taught him that lesson, but the quiet reality of deadlines, pressure, and careful, measured smiles. Horizon sharpened him into a tool, not out of malice, but efficiency. | ||
Still, Basil thrived. He accepted the control rig, learned to navigate corporate servers with growing confidence, and built a quiet kind of pride in his skillset. He still dreamed small, content to support others from behind the scenes rather than seek a spotlight that never fit him. But he belonged, even if the belonging felt manufactured. He belonged, and sometimes, that was enough. | |||
Until the convention. | |||
It was supposed to be harmless. Cosplay and laughter, bright wigs and brighter smiles. But Basil never saw the danger coming, hidden behind the masks and neon, until hands grabbed him from shadows that should have been safe. | |||
He vanished that day, taken to a place where his name meant nothing, and his dreams even less. | |||
'''Pre-Runner Adulthood''' | '''Pre-Runner Adulthood''' | ||
They called it the Dollhouse. | |||
They took his name first, tore apart and rebuilt his body. Personafix software hollowed him out, replacing everything he was with something carefully crafted to fit someone else’s fantasy. They reshaped him, slender bones broken and reset into lines more pleasing to buyers with credits to spare. | |||
There was pain, but it was distant, surreal, like something seen through smudged glass. Basil’s puppeteer’s hands became marionette limbs, posed and positioned, a porcelain facade for customers who valued beauty and stillness above humanity. And when the surgery damaged his spine, leaving him quadriplegic, they didn’t discard him. No, they showcased him: a doll of tragic elegance, displayed for connoisseurs who found beauty in his stillness, in the quiet surrender of a body that could no longer move on its own. | |||
Years melted by, marked only by visits from those who paid enough to play with their expensive puppet. Inside, Basil drifted somewhere far beneath the surface, watching as the person they had crafted moved and smiled and obeyed. | |||
Then, in the dark, came a spark… something new, raw, and powerful. | |||
Magic doesn’t ask permission. | |||
It came roaring to life within him, fierce and untamed. The fire of it burned through the neural chains they’d woven around him, shattering their carefully constructed lies. | |||
He awoke screaming, and Basil Wolf died again that day. | |||
== Narrative Significant Qualities == | == Narrative Significant Qualities == | ||
Revision as of 15:43, 22 July 2025
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| Discord | peep_the_dictator#6484 |
|---|---|
| [1] | |
| Metatype | SURGE Human/Dryad |
| Street Cred | 0 |
| Notoriety | 0 |
| Public Awareness | 0 |
| CDP | 0 |
| D.O.B. | 04/7/2060 |
| Age | 44 |
| Folder | [2] |
| Priority | Metatype - E Attributes - E Magic/Resonance - A Skills - B Resources - B |
| #Max IGs/Ascension | 1 |
| # Optional Infected powers allowed | 0 |
| Essence(Current/Max): | 6/12 |
| # Optional Drake powers available | Major Powers:0 or Minor Powers:0 |
Character Information
Summary
Corpse is a Marionette man who has been biosculpted to resemble a female game character. He escaped one of Bonraku’s doll houses with extensive personal sacrifice, and seeks to free as many of the unwilling dolls as possible.
Goals
- Kill the man who kidnapped him.
- Help others in his situation.
- Reconstitute the corpse of his lover as an ally spirit.
Background
Growing Up
Life wasn’t always cold in Alaska. Not for Basil Wolf, anyway. His childhood was a warm cocoon of small comforts, laughter slipping through rooms gently lit by lamps whose bulbs always seemed half-asleep. His parents, Xander and Rose, were the steady heartbeat of that home; present, caring, real enough to fill his memories with the kind of glow most kids only see on faded trideo reruns.
Basil was always drawn to the little things—the things most people overlooked. Puppets, carved from wood or molded in plastic, small faces forever frozen in smiles. He’d spend hours bringing them to life, fingertips guiding strings, pulling limbs into dance. The rest of the world slipped away when he performed, replaced by quiet wonder, as if all that existed were the puppets, the soft swaying lights, and Basil himself, guiding his small creations gently into story.
Effeminate and quiet, Basil found his place among people who understood what it was to feel different, to live quietly apart from expectations. The queer community in his city became a refuge, a second home where no one questioned the quiet boy who smiled shyly and spoke through puppets far more confidently than he ever did through his own voice.
And when the recruiter from Horizon came, Basil believed that life would always be this gentle.
Young Adult
Promises aren’t worth much in the Sixth World. That was the first thing Basil learned when he arrived in Los Angeles, a promising student in Horizon’s matrix entertainment program. It wasn’t cruelty that taught him that lesson, but the quiet reality of deadlines, pressure, and careful, measured smiles. Horizon sharpened him into a tool, not out of malice, but efficiency.
Still, Basil thrived. He accepted the control rig, learned to navigate corporate servers with growing confidence, and built a quiet kind of pride in his skillset. He still dreamed small, content to support others from behind the scenes rather than seek a spotlight that never fit him. But he belonged, even if the belonging felt manufactured. He belonged, and sometimes, that was enough.
Until the convention.
It was supposed to be harmless. Cosplay and laughter, bright wigs and brighter smiles. But Basil never saw the danger coming, hidden behind the masks and neon, until hands grabbed him from shadows that should have been safe.
He vanished that day, taken to a place where his name meant nothing, and his dreams even less.
Pre-Runner Adulthood
They called it the Dollhouse.
They took his name first, tore apart and rebuilt his body. Personafix software hollowed him out, replacing everything he was with something carefully crafted to fit someone else’s fantasy. They reshaped him, slender bones broken and reset into lines more pleasing to buyers with credits to spare.
There was pain, but it was distant, surreal, like something seen through smudged glass. Basil’s puppeteer’s hands became marionette limbs, posed and positioned, a porcelain facade for customers who valued beauty and stillness above humanity. And when the surgery damaged his spine, leaving him quadriplegic, they didn’t discard him. No, they showcased him: a doll of tragic elegance, displayed for connoisseurs who found beauty in his stillness, in the quiet surrender of a body that could no longer move on its own.
Years melted by, marked only by visits from those who paid enough to play with their expensive puppet. Inside, Basil drifted somewhere far beneath the surface, watching as the person they had crafted moved and smiled and obeyed.
Then, in the dark, came a spark… something new, raw, and powerful.
Magic doesn’t ask permission.
It came roaring to life within him, fierce and untamed. The fire of it burned through the neural chains they’d woven around him, shattering their carefully constructed lies.
He awoke screaming, and Basil Wolf died again that day.
Narrative Significant Qualities
Positive
Negative
Run History
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Affiliations
Contacts
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Organizations
Allies
Enemies
In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
Matrix Search Table
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Shadow Community Table
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| 5 |
Assensing Table
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SINs
Appearance
Clothing
Matrix Persona
Character Plot Hooks
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