Eda Demir - Revision history

McSpazz at 02:24, 2 January 2018

2018-01-02T02:24:00Z

McSpazz: Increased the number of survivors.

2017-12-06T01:25:10Z

Increased the number of survivors.

McSpazz at 08:54, 25 October 2017

2017-10-25T08:54:15Z

McSpazz at 21:53, 23 October 2017

2017-10-23T21:53:32Z

McSpazz at 23:33, 9 September 2017

2017-09-09T23:33:06Z

McSpazz at 00:03, 21 August 2017

2017-08-21T00:03:47Z

McSpazz at 04:01, 14 August 2017

2017-08-14T04:01:59Z

McSpazz at 03:55, 14 August 2017

2017-08-14T03:55:35Z

McSpazz: Added the Buzzing entry.

2017-08-14T03:51:20Z

Added the Buzzing entry.

McSpazz at 05:39, 1 August 2017

2017-08-01T05:39:20Z

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 | twitter = @Mad-Cipher
 | gender = Female
-| age = 26 (9/12/90)
+| age = 27 (9/12/90)
 | nationality = American
 | residence = New York, NY United States

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 Estimated Effected: ~1,000<br>
-Estimated Limited/No Affect Individuals: 175<br>
+Estimated Limited/No Affect Individuals: ~250<br>
-Survivors: 95
+Survivors: 142
 Survivor Distribution in order of amount:

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 Full Description: On April 1st of 2014 (estimated based on survivor accounts), a device of unknown origins was activated. The town was undergoing preparations for a yearly BBQ festival and, due to the date it occurred and possibly the initial affects of the artifact, it was assumed to be a prank. 14 days after initial incident, symptoms of insanity began to show itself on residents, leading to calls to the CDC. CDC quarantine began 20 days after initial incident. Illuminati caught wind of what was happening and took over full armed containment of town 23 days after initial incident. It is believed the majority of the town fell into complete madness approximately 31 days after initial incident. Other factions were denied access to the town due to the Illuminati's overwhelming presence; their containment of the town was already guaranteed and any additional faction intrusion would only cause strife on the ground.
-Those affected by the unknown artifact, as mentioned, completely lost their minds. Most commonly observed ailments were loss of grip on reality, violent tenancies, schizophrenia, mass hysteria, lessening of survival instinct, etc. Specific observations can be found in AN-279-921-02. Those spared from the insanity or at the very least were not as affected by the insanity either grouped together or, in rare cases, worked alone in order to survive. Those who worked alone generally acted as merchants, trading supplies between the primary hold outs. While the town started with eight hold outs, the ever decreasing population of survivors eventually whittled it down to four. City Hall, Police HQ, Spanky's Boardwalk, and the Lighthouse.
+Those affected by the unknown artifact, as mentioned, completely lost their minds. Most commonly observed ailments were loss of grip on reality, violent tendencies, schizophrenia, mass hysteria, lessening of survival instinct, etc. Specific observations can be found in AN-279-921-02. Those spared from the insanity or at the very least were not as affected by the insanity either grouped together or, in rare cases, worked alone in order to survive. Those who worked alone generally acted as merchants, trading supplies between the primary hold outs. While the town started with eight hold outs, the ever decreasing population of survivors eventually whittled it down to four. City Hall, Police HQ, Spanky's Boardwalk, and the Lighthouse.
 Quarantine was maintained due to unknown cause of madness and uncertainty if it was infectious. Confirmation of strongholds and their sane state led to supply drops when available beginning three months before initial extractions began. The Illuminati began extraction of select individuals confirmed to be of sound mind for off site examination. Confirmation that whatever was going on had no infectious element led to additional extractions, but these extractions were slow due to hostile nature of the area combined with uncertainty of how safe survivors were to extraction teams. Illuminati security teams moved into the town on September 21, 2016 to provide assistance to strongholds once safety of personnel was confirmed. Observation of remaining survivors was conducted and all remaining were cleared for extraction in February of 2017. The town was fully swept clean once the cold weather subsided. The town is currently empty save leftover Illuminati personnel who are currently converting the town into a base camp.
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 Number of Bees Recruited: 3
-Cause of the Incident: The artifact has been identified as the Horn of Dionysus, a possible third age instrument stolen from an Illuminati stronghold in 1930 by Harold West, an Illuminati traitor. It is believed he stashed the horn the basement of a bar in Angus with hopes of selling it to the Phoenicians. However, he left the town with plans of meeting his Phoenician contact and had a heart attack on the drive out, resulting in a car wreck which ended his life and led to the location of the horn being lost. It remained in the basement undisturbed until 2014 when it is believed someone blew into the horn not realizing what it was. According to legend, the horn was created by Dionysus who tricked the leader of a city who refused to honor him to blow it; only those faithful to the god of madness and wine were spared. The horn is currently being held in [REDACTED] and undergoing close examination.
+Cause of the Incident: The artifact has been identified as the Horn of Dionysus, a possible third age instrument stolen from an Illuminati stronghold in 1930 by Harold West, an Illuminati traitor. It is believed he stashed the horn in the basement of a bar in Angus with hopes of selling it to the Phoenicians. However, he left the town with plans of meeting his Phoenician contact and had a heart attack on the drive out, resulting in a car wreck which ended his life and led to the location of the horn being lost. It remained in the basement undisturbed until 2014 when it is believed someone blew into the horn not realizing what it was. According to legend, the horn was created by Dionysus who tricked the leader of a city who refused to honor him to blow it; only those faithful to the god of madness and wine were spared. The horn is currently being held in [REDACTED] and undergoing close examination.
 Note: While the reasoning the Council of Venice gave as to our gradual extraction of survivors is accurate on all accounts, a far greater reason for the gradual extraction was to expand the length of time our agents on the ground had to observe the horn's effects on both those fully exposed and those only partially. As a result of this examination, we have a better understanding of what the horn does to those exposed and how to halt the degeneration of the brain once exposed. We also now have reason to believe that there is a possibility that a portion of those that hear voices as a consequence of the horn are literally hearing voices. Their ears and/or minds are somehow now able to pierce the veil and perceive sounds that they should otherwise be entirely incapable of hearing. It is worth noting, however, that one of our field agents who was discovered as a result of this incident that has been within the vicinity of Filth did not hear the whispers most commonly associated with Filth infection. Instead, she reported hearing what could be best described as static. Any personnel confirmed to have this ability should be immediately reported if they claim the Filth is whispering to them as this is a consequence of Filth infection, NOT exposure to the horn.

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 =• Art and Media •=
 Her Business Card<br>
 [[File:DemirCard.png|450px]]

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	=• Basic Information •=		=• Basic Information •=
		+	[[File:Cipher_banner.png]]<br>
	''The following information would be easily accessible information.''		''The following information would be easily accessible information.''

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 '''Physical Description'''<br>
 Eda has the potential of turning heads, but not for some level of excessive beauty or the lack thereof. On the offset, her hair is an unremarkable jet black, eyes a dark brown, and she's not the most beautiful. She certainly could be considered pretty and has probably had several men over the years take notice... but combined with the scars on her face and scattered about her dark skin, it's unlikely she'd be selected to act as the cover of Playboy any time soon.
 One might assume that what turns heads is her body...and perhaps there's truth to that. She's athletic and probably has enough curves to turn the head of many men or women who prefer lovers of the female persuasion. But that alone isn't what is likely to turn heads. So what is it?

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 Initiate Plan B.
-The faithful moved their efforts underground. Into dark dens and gloomy barns. Dionysus' ire was sated but not quelled. Productivity remained low, but reality remained beyond the ruling class' grasp. Still blame fell on those who were wild and not working. A crack down began, the prisons swelled. Ever a lover of music, the hypocrite on high watched his city with a collection of horns of wild design. It was with these he signaled to the guard if a party were to catch his eye, the horn's sound alerting all that the law was about to crack down.
+The faithful moved their efforts underground. Into dark dens and gloomy barns. Dionysus' ire was sated but not quelled. Productivity remained low, but reality remained beyond the ruling class' grasp. Still blame fell on those who were wild and not working. A crack down began, the prisons swelled. Ever a lover of music, the hypocrite on high watched his city with a collection of horns of wild design. It was with these he signaled to the guard if a party were to catch his eye; the horn's sound alerting all that the law was about to crack down.
 Critical error! Warnings not taken!
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 Warning! Frustration at critical mass!
-Sweetling, do you know what else the god of wine was known for? Madness. It was with this he would teach the city which abandoned him the price of their ignorance. A deal was struck, a horn was made, a box was delivered, a gift was discovered. How could their king resist such a temptation? A massive horn of immense complexity. He held onto it for a rainy day, intending to blow once a party was seen. Meanwhile, the acolytes were hard at work. Word was spread, laws be damned. The time had come, all must repent. Party and be gay, make love and make noise. The god would be watching, and those who did not comply would pay.
+Sweetling, do you know what else the god of wine was known for? Madness. It was with this he would teach the city which abandoned him the price of their ignorance. A deal was struck, a horn was made, a box was delivered, a gift discovered. How could their king resist such a temptation? A massive horn of immense complexity. He held onto it for a rainy day, intending to blow once a party was seen. Meanwhile, the acolytes were hard at work. Word was spread, laws be damned. The time had come, all must repent. Party and be gay, make love and make noise. The god would be watching, and those who did not comply would pay.
 Trap completion: 100%.
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 Warning: Artifact unleashed. Side effects may include all of the above. Consult your doctor before use.
-The festivities were cut short by sword tip and spilled blood. It was too late, the clock was ticking. The sound spread through the homes, the floors, the trees. Music with no sound, a beat with no rhythm. Quiet screams began the rending of minds and brains. The festive were spared, the sounds of drunken pleasures banishing the horrible noise. The rest, however, were not so lucky.
+The festivities were cut short by sword tip and spilled blood. It was too late, the clock was ticking. It spread through the homes, the floors, the trees. Music with no sound, a beat with no rhythm. Quiet screams began the rending of minds and brains. The festive were spared, the sounds of drunken pleasures banishing the horrible noise. The rest, however, were not so lucky.
 Initiate time lapse.

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 A city lost to memory, ruins long since abandoned and reduced to sand between your toes. It was a pillar of its day, housing everything a booming city needs to prosper: industry, agriculture, art, theater, old men past their prime arguing of war and politics. Perhaps it was inevitable such a sight would collapse in on itself. A miniature age within an age. Those within thought themselves indestructible and beyond reproach. When the new king rose to power, it was clear he had forgotten the gods that ensured their safety. A protection racket sans suits and ties. We did not exist in these stories by name, but, sweetling, do not think we sat idly by and watched the naked emperor without action. Alas, it was of no use. It came crumbling down.
-Warning! War instigated! Warning! Trade routes opened! Warning! Priorities forgotten!
+Warning! War instigated!
 Where has their output gone, sweetling? Why do they not produce enough for the war effort? Why do their tradesman not meet the demands of an increasingly greedy leader? The men of influence sought the answer. Perhaps it was a sickness in their veins, or maybe their hearts were not inspired. Blame was shifted, accusations made.

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	Note: While the reasoning the Council of Venice gave as to our gradual extraction of survivors is accurate on all accounts, a far greater reason for the gradual extraction was to expand the length of time our agents on the ground had to observe the horn's effects on both those fully exposed and those only partially. As a result of this examination, we have a better understanding of what the horn does to those exposed and how to halt the degeneration of the brain once exposed. We also now have reason to believe that there is a possibility that a portion of those that hear voices as a consequence of the horn are literally hearing voices. Their ears and/or minds are somehow now able to pierce the veil and perceive sounds that they should otherwise be entirely incapable of hearing. It is worth noting, however, that one of our field agents who was discovered as a result of this incident that has been within the vicinity of Filth did not hear the whispers most commonly associated with Filth infection. Instead, she reported hearing what could be best described as static. Any personnel confirmed to have this ability should be immediately reported if they claim the Filth is whispering to them as this is a consequence of Filth infection, NOT exposure to the horn.		Note: While the reasoning the Council of Venice gave as to our gradual extraction of survivors is accurate on all accounts, a far greater reason for the gradual extraction was to expand the length of time our agents on the ground had to observe the horn's effects on both those fully exposed and those only partially. As a result of this examination, we have a better understanding of what the horn does to those exposed and how to halt the degeneration of the brain once exposed. We also now have reason to believe that there is a possibility that a portion of those that hear voices as a consequence of the horn are literally hearing voices. Their ears and/or minds are somehow now able to pierce the veil and perceive sounds that they should otherwise be entirely incapable of hearing. It is worth noting, however, that one of our field agents who was discovered as a result of this incident that has been within the vicinity of Filth did not hear the whispers most commonly associated with Filth infection. Instead, she reported hearing what could be best described as static. Any personnel confirmed to have this ability should be immediately reported if they claim the Filth is whispering to them as this is a consequence of Filth infection, NOT exposure to the horn.
		+
		+	=• The Horn of Dionysus - The Buzzing Entry •=
		+	Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see.
		+
		+	TRANSMIT - angry gods and angry minds - RECEIVE - initiate detangling of tied tongues - FOCUS ON THE REAL - nothing is real - HOLD FAST TO HUMANITY - the empty smiling husks - RETAIN THE INDIVIDUAL - you are not unique - WITNESS - The Horn of Dionysus
		+
		+	The years are not kind to the tales of old. Humans have a horrible knack of misrepresenting history, especially the history which defies their understanding. Threads of one tale intertwine with another, monkey brains filling in gaps and inventing gods where there are none. Consolidate your sources, they say. Listen to many tongues, read the mad scribbling of those who call themselves experts and perhaps a glimmer of the truth will sink through the cracks. But what, dear sweetling, do you do when those tongues and scribbles are as hopeless as a long abandoned ball of Christmas lights?
		+
		+	It is long before your father's father's midlife crisis. These were the years of your forefathers, of magnificent machines and devices. It was the Greeks who remembered this tale more than others, the ripples of the madness echoing in bed time stories told to children as a reminder to respect the gods and their demands. Perhaps the old context was lost, but the gnashing of teeth and howling of the empty eyed hung fast to the quiet terror. Dionysus, a god modern man has seen fit to portray as fat, drunk, and decadent, was not one to meddle with according to the tales the hipster in the local library cares not to read. Come, sweetling. Open your ears to what they remembered.
		+
		+	INITIATE WARPING OF SPACE AND TIME.
		+
		+	A city lost to memory, ruins long since abandoned and reduced to sand between your toes. It was a pillar of its day, housing everything a booming city needs to prosper: industry, agriculture, art, theater, old men past their prime arguing of war and politics. Perhaps it was inevitable such a sight would collapse in on itself. A miniature age within an age. Those within thought themselves indestructible and beyond reproach. When the new king rose to power, it was clear he had forgotten the gods that ensured their safety. A protection racket sans suits and ties. We did not exist in these stories by name, but, sweetling, do not think we sat idly by and watched the naked emperor without action. Alas, it was of no use. It came crumbling down.
		+
		+	Warning! War instigated! Warning! Trade routes opened! Warning! Priorities forgotten!
		+
		+	Where has their output gone, sweetling? Why do they not produce enough for the war effort? Why do their tradesman not meet the demands of an increasingly greedy leader? The men of influence sought the answer. Perhaps it was a sickness in their veins, or maybe their hearts were not inspired. Blame was shifted, accusations made.
		+
		+	Initiate Footloose Ban.
		+
		+	Warning! No Kevin Bacon detected!
		+
		+	Festivities halt, the wine stops flowing. Prohibition does not work, sweetling, this is a mistake we have seen you make countless times. But it makes leisure dangerous and underground. Moods fell with morale tied to it. The god of wine took notice and was displeased. He watched his worshipers pulled from their merriment, the barrels of his lifeblood lie dormant. Enough was enough, his people must dance.
		+
		+	Initiate Kevin Bacon simulation.
		+
		+	His acolytes pleaded with the ruler to change his mind. They based their arguments on logic, they based it on emotion, a few tried blackmail and were granted a swift death. The preacher wasn't going to change his mind, they were not going to get Footloose. The proper channels failed.
		+
		+	Danger! Simulation failure!
		+
		+	Restructuring options.
		+
		+	Initiate Plan B.
		+
		+	The faithful moved their efforts underground. Into dark dens and gloomy barns. Dionysus' ire was sated but not quelled. Productivity remained low, but reality remained beyond the ruling class' grasp. Still blame fell on those who were wild and not working. A crack down began, the prisons swelled. Ever a lover of music, the hypocrite on high watched his city with a collection of horns of wild design. It was with these he signaled to the guard if a party were to catch his eye, the horn's sound alerting all that the law was about to crack down.
		+
		+	Critical error! Warnings not taken!
		+
		+	Warning! Frustration at critical mass!
		+
		+	Sweetling, do you know what else the god of wine was known for? Madness. It was with this he would teach the city which abandoned him the price of their ignorance. A deal was struck, a horn was made, a box was delivered, a gift was discovered. How could their king resist such a temptation? A massive horn of immense complexity. He held onto it for a rainy day, intending to blow once a party was seen. Meanwhile, the acolytes were hard at work. Word was spread, laws be damned. The time had come, all must repent. Party and be gay, make love and make noise. The god would be watching, and those who did not comply would pay.
		+
		+	Trap completion: 100%.
		+
		+	Risk of failure: acceptable.
		+
		+	Begin the horror show.
		+
		+	The city burst to life that night, fires lit and bodies swayed among and against each other. Of course their overlords saw the burst of life in the city below. The accursed horn was lifted and pushed against pressed lips.
		+
		+	Warning: Artifact unleashed. Side effects may include all of the above. Consult your doctor before use.
		+
		+	The festivities were cut short by sword tip and spilled blood. It was too late, the clock was ticking. The sound spread through the homes, the floors, the trees. Music with no sound, a beat with no rhythm. Quiet screams began the rending of minds and brains. The festive were spared, the sounds of drunken pleasures banishing the horrible noise. The rest, however, were not so lucky.
		+
		+	Initiate time lapse.
		+
		+	Warning: Forty Eight Hours Remaining
		+
		+	A sun rises. Some begin hearing voices, some act more cold and selfish. Look into a mirror, sweetling. Where you see yourself, they saw monsters or an endless void. Their leader pronounces himself god, glassy eyed followers reach up to touch his magnificence. Those spared make preparations to flee, others bunker down and brace for the worst. The sun sets, a city's infrastructure reduced to shambles.
		+
		+	Warning: Twenty Four Hours Remaining
		+
		+	A sun rises. Few of the afflicted are still themselves. Civilization hangs by a thread. Sacrifices to the false god are made. Mothers killing daughters, sons killing fathers. Not even the animals at the city's borders are spared, their own familiar structures struck down and cannibalized. Survivors flee the city, a god's wrath immortalized in their confused, traumatized minds. A sun sets, a city reduced to ruins before it is uninhabited. What was left, dear sweetling? A mad king on a now meaningless throne. Death was slow, a grown man unable to fend for himself.
		+
		+	404 Error! Critical error! The horn is lost and sent to the non-existent corners of the earth! WMD not found.
		+
		+	We do not know where it has gone, sweetling, but it has been used. A new age, a new opportunity to make the same mistakes. There is no god of wine to fool anyone. The wheels are in motion. Humanity will blow the horn of madness willingly. Beware what was lost is not made whole, sweetling.
		+
		+	We cannot save you from everything.

	=• Illuminati Interview: Eda Demir •=		=• Illuminati Interview: Eda Demir •=

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 Awesome! I'm glad you like the concept enough to work with it! Send me a message in game or on Discord (I'm on both Secret World Roleplay discords under the name McSpazz) and express interest. I'll help make sure everything's smoothed out and makes sense with what went on in the town.
-...also, I know jack about formatting on here, so feel free to pretty this page up if'd like! Just don't change any of the information on it. :3
+...also, if you'd like to pretty this page up, please do. I don't know much about formatting on the wiki here. >.>;
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