Dr Eon & the Virtually Real OOC

Tanuki

Name: Karina Fiori

Age: 20

Karina Fiori was born in Switzerland of two worldy parents, her father Italian and her mother a Korean from America. She inherited her mother's stunning figure, long lustrous hair and smooth naturally tanned skin, and also her father's remarkable green eyes. Her two equally lovely sisters had found careers in bikini modelling and beauty contests, but Karina was not interested in such things; her first love was music. A concert violinist at 15, she had travelled the world by age 19, where audiences flocked to see the tall, stunningly attractive young girl who brought new life to the classical masterpieces. The charming and vivacious Karina never had the time to find a boyfriend, but she had her romance novels, and her concert schedule left little time for such frivolous things as dating.

Celebrating her 20th birthday alone in a lavish hotel room, Karina came to the realization that her life was a lie. Her devotion to music was simply a diversion from the truth she knew deep in her heart. That the world was a fabrication. How she knew, Karina had no idea, but on that day, she decided she was going to give up music and confront her fears.

The place to start her search for the truth would be an incident she'd had during a concert performance the week before. Karina in a rush had forgotten to pack her panties, and to her great shame, she'd performed a Brahms voilin concerto without any underwear beneath her form fitting red Chinese dress. Hundreds of eyes were on her as she took the stage. Normally she didn't mind the looks, but that night, she'd felt a great shame, which brought with it a humiliating arousal. And yet, her performance had been astounding, too good in fact. It was as if she was controlling the very sound waves with her mind. Karina knew that whatever had happened that night, was not possible.

When she woke up the next morning, Karina showered and put on her favorite outfit, the red Chinese dress from her fateful concert, and matching red and black pumps, which added a few inches to her 5'7" frame. Unlike the traditional Chinese cuts, her dress was open in the back, meaning she wore no bra, and slit up to her hips. She admired how the dress hugged her full breasts and flat tummy, and she silently thanked her father for giving her an ass. She giggled remembering how jealous her Korean mother was of her butt. Normally the dress required high cut panties, but today she went out in public without them, for only the second time in her life. Somehow, somewhere, she would find the truth, or it would find her.
 
Mayumi Serurier

Age: 18
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 108Lbs


History:

Mayumi was born in France, but has lived in Japan most of her life, only very rarely having traveled outside of Japan. Her father was a French engineer, but later became more famous for his art and comic books when he retired. Her Japanese mother was a student who after marrying, became a very typical housewife. When Mayumi was 16, both her parents and elder brother died in an horrific multiple car crash in a tunnel. The inferno that ensued also meant that in melted and burned wreckage, her late parents and brother’s remains could not be identified. Her Japanese grandparents tried their best to take care of her, but their strictly traditional and old-fashioned ways have kept Mayumi isolated and shy around people that she doesn’t know. At the age of 18, she is now enrolled in a ladies college Ichigomomo Ladies College in Hyogo prefecture), and lives in a small on-campus tiny apartment by herself.


Appearance:

From her parents, Mayumi inherited her beautiful exotic looks, and surprisingly her father’s blue eyes. She cuts her hair short and practical, never wears make-up, and if it wasn’t for the college uniform that she is required to wear, Mayumi would prefer to wear jeans and comfortable tops. She has no other skirts other her college uniform, and (wrongly) believes that she is only of average appearance.


Getting into the story:

Mayumi has during the past two years since her parents death, practiced Judo for self-defense, going regularly to a dojo each week. She was convinced recently by her sensei to participate in a strictly amateur competition in Osaka, although she’d never won a competition bout before. Mayumi hadn’t really wanted to go, but all her friends at the dojo insisted that she go anyway, at least for the fun of it. That was the day when Mayumi began to suspect that something wasn’t quite right, and a feeling began to grow within her that the world around her was somehow an artificial creation, a fake. During the rush from train station to train station, to catch connecting trains at least three times on the long trip to Osaka, from the ladies college in Hyogo, somewhere along the way she’d mistakenly confused her bag with somewhere else’s. Mayumi didn’t discover this until she arrived in Osaka. The next morning to prepare for Judo competition, Mayumi had to borrow one of her companions’ Judo outfits, and she had no underwear under the outfit because they had not yet had time to dry after she’d hand-washed them in the hotel bathroom to save money.

During her first competition bout, the pants of Mayumi’s ill-fitting borrowed outfit were accidentally pulled down, revealing her bare bottom to everyone in the audience. Intensely embarrassed and distracted, Mayumi won the bout in a surprise move that threw her heavier opponent flying through the across the room to come crashing down into the crowd. As Mayumi watched this, the air itself had shimmered while her opponent was airborne, and light seemed to bend. Nobody else seemed to have noticed, but it nagged at her with suspicion. Over the months since, Mayumi has been trying to find others who have seen such a thing happen, proof that the world wasn’t quite as real as it was supposed to be. She searched the internet, and went to many odd bookshops, and continually found the name of a mysterious “terrorist” with no reported agenda, no allegiances, no other aliases or history or even a place of birth. He was wanted by the authorities in over a hundred countries, yet the only things truly and clearly known about him were these; his name was Dr Eon...and he preached that the world was not real…
 
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Here's my Agent, VK.

LN, thankyou for inviting me in on this. Looks like a very cool idea.


Mr Black (Agent)


Age: Ancient
Height and Weight: 6’4”, 400Lbs but appears to be only 190Lbs and slender.
Appearance: Tall, slender build, black hair in straight back and sides style. Caucasian.


Mr Black is the most senior of his small team of four Agents, who were all programmed and created for the task of catching and eliminating the threat of Dr Eon and his hidden city. His strength and speed are at the calculated optimum for his body size, enough to allow him to dodge bullets and smash a fist through a foot-thick concrete wall. Like other Agents, he can shift to another body when the current one is killed, or chase a target by switching from one body to another. Taking over an elderly grandmother or a passing policeman; it is kind of like being able to teleport as long as a body is available, but the Agents referred to it as Downloading. When he did so, all his weaponry and equipment went with him.

During the many centuries of the hunt for Dr Eon, Mr Black has become the most feared of all Agents; devious, manipulative, ruthless to any point for achieving success, and untiring in pursuing his goal. He has also begun doing things which should be impossible, pushing the calculated limitations of his optimum capabilities to sometimes exceed what an Agent should be able to achieve. Unknown to his superiors in the System, Mr Black has hacked his own programming to cheat the rules – but the cost has been occasional mental instability that shows itself in a strange and erratic unpredictability. It also leaves him more vulnerable than other Agents to reacting with human-like emotions; often he has reactions that seem to be driven by perverse lust, sadism, and voyeurism.


OOC: Yes, he's a bad guy.
 
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Natalie O'Reilly

Natalie is 23 years old, blonde beachgirl/Penthouse Pet good looking. A nympho-girl, but not fully transformed yet.

Despite her own remarkable academic achievements for such a young age and her brilliant mind, others rarely took Natalie’s work seriously if not for the reputation of her famous father. Her Daddy was a brilliant Archaeologist and Historian; the leading expert in the study of the technological history of the 19th and early 20th century.

But then he dropped out of the limelight and started digging in the basements of abandoned buildings, scrounging through inner city excavation sites, and collecting detailed maps of old railway and sewer tunnels. Everyone thought that Dr Mathias O’Reilly had gone slightly nuts, but his family just shrugged and figured it was only a phase that he was going through. Natalie’s mother said that her husband would get over it unless he found something which he thought the world should know about, and he just went through these odd periods every few years.

Unfortunately, daddy did find something. He told her about it, convinced Natalie to go with him on one of his “expeditions”, taking her deep underground along a tunnel that linked to a nearby subway line. He showed her very old foundations, and very heavily corroded relics of machinery. He told Natalie that he’d taken samples of these things and had them dated with the latest techniques. The results varied from 100 to 400 years old. He pointed them out and showed her around a huge ancient water reservoir deep underground where lay by the shore the wreckage of diesel trucks, jackhammers, a half-buried television of strange design, and the broken but still recognizable VDU and keyboard of an oddly clunky PC with a greened bronze decal displaying the name of a modern computer company. All of these things were 400 years old. History, he told her, was a LIE.

The next day, THEY came; men in dark suits. Agents as she later learned. They arrested her father while he was at a lecture at the University. Natalie was coming home by bus, when she met one of her friends who told her about it. When she was about to arrive home and was only a block away from her parents house, she noticed the black cars and the men in dark suits outside her house as they took her mother, and two brothers away. Seeing this, Natalie was terrified, so she’d knocked on the door of a neighbour’s house, but to her surprise and shock, a strange man answered the door, grabbed her and dragged her inside faster than Natalie could resist. She soon learnt that a group of heavily armed people were inside; they had been watching her house, spying on her father. But they did not work for the government.

Natalie now works for Dr Eon, but not entirely by free choice. She hopes one day to find and rescue her parents, but suspects that they are most likely dead already. She is one of Dr Eon’s nympho-girls, and has become one of his best fighters in only two years – but the enforced requirements and conditioning still embarrass her too much all the time, and she has not become used to them. Natalie suspects that Dr Eon has conditioned her to not become used to the indecent dress and manner that he has enforced upon her. He keeps raising the stakes as well; to keep her edge.
 
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Dr Eon


Age: Ancient – centuries old
Height: 6’4” tall
Weight: 281Lbs

Appearance:
Generally oriental, with golden-tanned skin, and Asian features, but is Eurasian in truth. His silvery-white hair is straight and long, lustrous in it's healthy shine, flowing past his shoulders but it is never tied back. His hair-line is receding, on his high forehead, but he has a sharp widow’s peak that looks like a triangle drawn perfectly with a ruler. He is square-jawed and bushy browed, but his nose is small and slender like an aristocrat’s. Under his white bushy brows, Dr Eon’s eyes are a peculiar deep crystal blue. He is broad-shouldered like a swimmer, muscular, and very athletic. His hands are long fingered, and his limbs are long.

He always moves with smooth grace like a dancer, but can be violently fast. It always seems like he is holding back on what he can do. His unlined smooth skin shows no scars anywhere, making it difficult to determine his age; Dr Eon could easily be guessed as anywhere from mid-twenties to his seventies on appearance alone, but something about him implies great age. Many guess him to be over a hundred years old, but he is far older than that.
 
Sorry Imp (Mr Black),
I had a blonde moment and didn't notice that I was being shot at until I was re-reading the posts:rolleyes:
Silly me.
 
Silvergirl said:
Sorry Imp (Mr Black),
I had a blonde moment and didn't notice that I was being shot at until I was re-reading the posts:rolleyes:
Silly me.

Are you really blonde then?
 
ImpWizard said:
Are you really blonde then?

Yes, but not as much as I used to be.

And before VK asks me as well, yes top and bottom, and NO you can't look. ;)
 
Poor Karina! :( No fair, using your thumb on the g-spot, that is cheating!

Someone rescue me!!!

It might take me a while to respond, cause my hands are shaking a little.
 
:D

But I've barely started ;)




Mr Black, please continue with your interrogation!
 
Shouldn't you like, save some things for later in the story . . . ? You'll give poor Karina a heart attack!

Veryknowing said:
:D

But I've barely started ;)




Mr Black, please continue with your interrogation!
 
Veryknowing said:
:D

But I've barely started ;)




Mr Black, please continue with your interrogation!


You really worry me with that comment. :D

Please worry me some more! The rest of us girls are entitled to worry about what your planning next. 20 guys on 1 girl, that really isn't fair. ;)
 
I have to say, Tanuki, that most recent post of yours after Veryknowing's 20 Agents tortured poor Karina was definitely something worth waiting for ...

It was ...
EXCELLENT !


I think everyone was waiting for it :)
 
Hey you two, don't embarrass me! ;)

I'm sorry it took so long, I had to be in the proper frame of mind to write that.

Now how's that rescue effort coming along???? :rose:
 
I apologize for taking awhile to post on Dr Eon, been busy at work. Post as soon as I can, hopefully next few hours.
 
We're waiting . . . tap, tap, tap. ;)

My computer is kaput, so I had to take my work laptop home just to log on! I hate computers!

Tanuki
 
I hope the computer gets fixed soon then, or we're going to miss seeing you so much.

Here in Japan, we keep getting heatwaves and my PC hasn't been coping too well. The video card keeps failing with overheating, so I now have two more fans on my PC.
 
I'm sure that you must have numerous fans hanging around, Lovely :D


Just so everyone knows, I added my Dr Eon post in a recent edit of my last post so that Silvergirl and Lovelynice don't think that I'm forgetting them. Sorry for the delay this week, but I'm a little too popular at work and have to keep filling in for others who are sick, or one guy who decided to drop the ball and resign on short notice (very annoying that :rolleyes: ).
 
Hi Everyone! :)

Just so all know, and don't panic and think that I have disappeared or dropped out this weekend, my posts over this weekend might be either very slow or possibly nothing at all (although I hope can make at least one post - but honestly i'm not sure if this will be possible).

For the following reasons;

1# There's a typhoon, a really big one, coming our way and it's expected to cause a lot of hassles for everyone around my area of Japan. It's already affecting my internet connection which uses a satellite link. The satellite is in geostationary orbit over the equator, but that is low on my sourthern horizon and in line with the typhoon, so my link keeps dropping out.

2# My home PC is showing signs of soon dying, but has been kind enough this time (unlike every other previous time) to give me warning. Multiple *little* problems have been besetting me for awhile, like a video card that has been failing in the summer heat and problems with the Master hard-drive. From yesterday however, everything has suddenly gotten a lot worse, and my home PC will need to get fixed. The guy doing the fixing said he can do this maybe Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. Hopefully by Sunday night everything will be okay again (fingers crossed).
 
Good luck then in getting your PC fixed quickly, so we can look forward to seeing posts again soon.
 
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