Dr. Jaq Inola
New Member
Not a mod, I'm a Volunteer there's a difference
Posts: 16
About Me: The doc is the sort of woman who as a Film Noir air about her and a brewing darkness drenched in death. For the hyper-aware, perceptive and sensitive, she's the sort to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention. Jaq isn't her real name and her organ stealing ways are just a means to pay for an end. The end of the hunt for her.
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Post by Dr. Jaq Inola on Apr 22, 2013 8:06:57 GMT -5
[[ Please Bare With me! I lost the full character sheet so I'm piecing it back together. ]]
Name Dr. Jaqaline Inola Race Human Age: Thirty-one Occupation: Black Market Doctor/Surgeon Hair Currently Blonde Eyes Forest Green with mud-red specks Sexuality Straight Location New York predominantly, often travels Marital Status Single, never married Height 5' 7'' Weight 148 lbs
Personality Blunt; Brazen; Calculating; Circumstantially Judgmental; Cold Blooded; Cunning; Cynical; Dark; Dedicated; Destructive; Distrusting; Driven; Emotionally Disconnected; Evasive; Experimental; Homicidal; Innovative; Intelligent; Lustful; Methodical; Opinionated; Passionate; Patient; Perceptive; Relentless; Resourceful; Sarcastic; Secretive; Seductive; Sexually Aggressive; Soft Spoken; Taunting; Thorough; Vengeful; Witty;
Likes An intellectual challenge; Architecture; Banter; Bourbon; Cannabis Sativa; Classic Cars; Classic Rock; Companionship; Dancing; Expressive people; Heat; Hot Baths with candles; Hot tubs; Intelligent men; Jazz; Killing; Medium-rare steak; Motorcycles; Poker; Possessive, passionate, aggressive sex; Running; Sailing; Saving lives; Seclusion; Sharp Scalpels; Skinny-dipping; Soft clean sheets; Solitude; Sunrises; Tact; Tall men; Working;
Dislikes Being bent over; Being blackmailed; Being hated; Being used; Cages; Cell phones; Cold; Computers; Country music; Credit cards; Dull scalpel; Elevators; Fiberglass cars; Getting close to people; Gin; Gossip; Litter bugs; Metalcore; Most women; People who're too serious; Public displays of affection; Rats; Repeating herself; Rushed sex; Submissives; The fragile; Typing; Using a gun; Watching happy couples; Womanizers; -
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Selmak Juju Illiak
New Member
Beware the voodoo that Juju do to you...
Posts: 8
Status: It's complicated
Other Half: Other Badlanders
About Me: ♠♠♠
Juju has a mutt dog (seen in his icon) named Kaju, which is "Beast" in the Badlander tongue. Only other Badlanders and very intimate friends know him and are allowed to call him Juju. Everyone else is expected to address him as Mr. Illiak or Selmak or even his other usual nicknames. He's a Metal Master to the public eye and a Contractor in the darkest reaches of the world. He's the boogieman of boogiemen and the High Chief of the Badlander collective. ♠♠♠ Duel to die against a Badlander. ♠♠♠
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Post by Selmak Juju Illiak on Apr 23, 2013 12:26:09 GMT -5
I know you come up with a lot of creative stuff, but Dr. Inola is among my favorites of yours. I do not know if Juju will be crossing her path but I will be reading her stories anyway.
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Dr. Jaq Inola
New Member
Not a mod, I'm a Volunteer there's a difference
Posts: 16
About Me: The doc is the sort of woman who as a Film Noir air about her and a brewing darkness drenched in death. For the hyper-aware, perceptive and sensitive, she's the sort to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention. Jaq isn't her real name and her organ stealing ways are just a means to pay for an end. The end of the hunt for her.
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Post by Dr. Jaq Inola on Apr 25, 2013 10:28:59 GMT -5
[[Thanks Gaplin! Jaq is one of my favorites to play. Anyway, I was just going to edit my post to finish it, but I keep getting an error and I can't figure out why, so fuck it. I'm just going to post the rest of it below, sorry if this makes it an awkward read. And yes, it's told in 1st person by Jaq, her history. ]]
Skills Ambidextrous; Balance; Being evasive; Being the villain; Bio chemistry; Calm under pressure; Deceiving; Emotionally unplugging; General Surgery; Genetic Engineering; Grace; Heart Surgery; Hiding her feelings; Improvising; Knife throwing; Memorization; Molecular Biology; Organization; Planning; Psychological warfare; Reading micro expressions; Rollerblading; Running (sprint & endurance); Sailing; Salsa; Sewing / stitch work; Singing; Steady hands; Stealth; Tango; Torture resistance; Torture; Transplant Surgery; Trauma Care; Waltz;
History: as told by Jaq to a victim of hers
Hmm... you are a clever one aren't you Thomas. I bet you chose your one question to be of my history because you thought it'd take a while. Buy you some time..
It wont, but for the effort I'll let you hear it while I'm working-- Shhh, don't worry, I brought local anesthetics, you won't feel a thing. I'm not that barbaric. But I did promise you a question and I really do make an effort to be a woman of my word. That's what got you in this bathtub to begin with don't you remember? I warned you not to keep pushing me, that I left that world... well I guess now you'll get to know why. Not that it'll do you any good.
This here is Valium, it'll help keep you calm so this doesn't look like a preschooler did it. Oh, don't worry about the weed, I could do this with my eyes closed, so it won't hinder my work any. The anesthetic is next, then I'm going to do one more clean wipe and cut you open. I'll be taking everything salvageable, which I know won't be your liver-- mine either to be honest.
Enough of the small talk, hey? I'm not going to start at the beginning, I don't care if you're a dead man who'll tell no one, girl's got ta'have her secrets right? I'll just go back to when I first realized everything I thought I knew about the world and the people in it was wrong, like on another planet wrong... I was only fifteen but a chief Bio Engineer at a research company that'll remain unnammed. I can't say for sure if I was in love or not but I certainly thought the world of my boss up to that point, the baby in my belly was proof.
Don't look at me like that Thomas, it wasn't like it was rape... at least not before then. You see, I think he wanted the baby until he realized what making a life did to me. How it made me see people. Being pregnant made doing the things I did with our trials a lot harder. I'd killed hundreds running various tests over the first few years and I'd barely hit puberty. I won't bore you with the brainwashing that made me think it wasn't a big deal, that what I was doing was for the better of everyone. I killed those people, and I knew most of them would die no matter how you slice it. Being pregnant, making life, it gave me a new perspective on the value of life. Made it harder to watch the people suffer through my experiments as I played the proverbial God...
..... Thomas, would you look at your heart? That's a beautiful organ right there. Oh, sorry, I get distracted sometimes, clearly. We'll save it for last. Where was I? Oh yes, my daughter. Dakota was the name I picked out for her, he wasn't too thrilled but I now that I think about it, I think he knew long before she was born he wasn't going to let me keep her. She didn't even get to be born like a baby should, that's tragic Thomas. Cut premature from her mother's belly to ensure she's got time to recover and finish a project by the deadline? Don't worry, after he took my second child he got his, but I'll get to that.
Having my daughter taken from me was a game changer and I don't think he realized just how much it would effect me. In case you're a little too loopy to make the connection, obviously if I'm tampering with the Human genome at fifteen I'm a pretty brilliant little fuck. You add brilliance with rage and teenage motherly hormones and it's a n a s t y combination. I can't say I did anything of biblical proportions but I won't deny anyone who says I deserve a long painful death. I'll even admit I deserved the rudimentary electric collar they used before they made a model that wouldn't leave burn marks. I never got to see my daughter and it took me months of painful, torturous rebellion before I relented again.
What? It's not like I could go to a battered-women's shelter, Thomas, he kept an electric collar around my neck and taught me torture techniques by being the tortured. ... actually... come to think of it, it was kind of like this only I didn't get the favor of the anesthetics. He might not have been a prodigy like me but that man knew what he was doing. As a scientist I still admire his work, though maybe that was part of his brainwashing too, hey? haha.
Sorry, I probably shouldn't joke about it, give me nightmares later. So after I submitted to being his pioneering puppet I almost fell back into the same trap. I got pregnant a second time, before I was eighteen, only this time it wasn't a love child, and that was a wake up call, a reminder. I'd planned to escape and raise him, Kaleb, on my own, but... He caught me, cut Kaleb out right there and snapped his itty bitty little neck like a deformed chicken. That was rock bottom for me, sometimes I think my soul died with my baby. .. I mean, how else does it make sense, me taking out your kidney's in a bathtub like I'm washing clothes? Right? Something's not wired right anymore up here...
Don't look so surprised, yes I have feelings and doubts. Regrets. Maybe you should hold onto that because I'm almost done here. I was still under lock down, caged at night, no more need for birth control or the sort, he surgically saw to it there would be no more babies. Which meant getting bent over for breakfast or whenever he felt like it really. I learned a lot those next two years, about myself, about the world. At that point he didn't care if I knew the truth or not. I think part of him liked telling me what we were really doing. He was so full of himself though, kind of like you Thomas.
He missed my transformation completely, from a squash-able little caterpillar into something more akin a scorpion tailed butterfly. It took a while for him to get lazy with me again, but I'd learned patience. And when he did, there was no mercy. I won't lie, I miss some of the work, being on the leading edge of that kind of bio technology. But you're all the same ... when I broke free of him and his corporation, I sought similar work. Hoping, praying he was an exception. Sure, their not all molded from the same cookie cutter, but they all want what you want Thomas. They want to use me like a tool, like a program on your computer, you input the command, I spit out the results right?
You and all the ass-sucking weasels like you can eat my genius cunt and piss off. Hopefully this, you.. or what's left of you, will say as much for me. Being a black market doctor might not put me on the cutting edge of the next bio weapon but it does have it's interesting gigs. I put bombs in people's chests, oh yeah, inside if you can believe it. Delicate art doing it with minimal outside scarring so they didn't really know they had a bomb in their chest. ... Probably just felt like an odd weighted pain I imagine.. anyway. I have to say, gangsters don't like their brother's blowing like chum filled water balloons. --Oh, I should confess, I didn't design the explosives, that was someone else but damn if it wasn't a sight to see.
Aww.. don't cry, Thomas, I'm about to take your heart and lungs out, you won't be alive much longer. And the people I blew up, they never knew what.. exploded.. bad joke? Yeah.
If it makes you feel any better I was double crossed on that one anyway. Turned over as a peace offering in a ploy to change up management and make a deal with the enemy. Ohh, did they have fun whipping the white girl. You'd have probably enjoyed watching considering how much you liked seeing the scars on my back. .. Doesn't look like you're very aroused now though, that's alright. I wasn't expecting seconds.
Shhh, don't fight it, just let it happen, Thomas, let it happen. There you go, close your eyes. Just go to sleep...
I'm sure we'll meet again in hell-- before or after I meet the rest of your friends in New York... well, we'll just have to see about that won't we?
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