Love. Fury. Passion. Energy.
* Stacy Jones RP for C01.
May you find that love ever after, may you find it by the end of the day. If you're lost, hurt, tired and lonely, something beautiful will come your way.
Famous scholars once said emotion seperated man from his ancestoral beasts and gave rise to his greatest, and most impressive acts. Those scolars went to painstaking effort to prove and declare just the excellence and creativity humanity owed to his most baseless, instinctual moods. Anger, sadness, fear & malice were just a handful of the countless states of mind avalible to man, yet forever isolated from the kingdom of animalkind.
Of those, undoubtedly the most prolific, and most difficult to understand was love.
Perhaps more so than any of its chief rivals, the feeling of love was not only enhancing, it was totally life-altering. Fewer other feelings could boast to change the entire outlook a person might hold on life, and re-arrange his priorities and ideals than this strange emotion.
Stacy had often felt that the key to understanding this powerful emotion, was in its far-reaching consequences. It was obvious that in a creature so highly intelligent and so utterly evolved as a Human being, something that could quite so simply reduce him to nothing more than an automaton, wether he truly realised it or not, should be explored, and if possible exploited.
Countless examples existed for study. The platonic love between close sets of friends, the passionate, lustful lunges of young couples and teenagers. The union-like supplementing relationships between husband, and wife and the all-encompassing compassion between a loved pet, and owner. Indeed the examples were infinite, yet completely different in its conclusion.
For Stacy, love was nothing more than a condition, it likened a disease more than a natural evolution. Its ability to affect, disrupt and corrupt the thought processes of those around likened to a virulent bacteria, or stubborn virus. She saw no advantage in handing over a portion of her own free will, and self-determination to another to do with as he pleased. Such loss of self-control was against everything the girl stood for.
But, in what context could Love be of use? Under what extenuating circumstances could the condition be of fortune?
Many years ago, when the United States still lay a foreign land, of which her experience was none existance, Stacy had what she termed a friendship. Long hours spent debating philisophical nothings and arguing over the smallest point until both were too tired to either win over or admit defeat. A person she had no problem nor difficulty spending time with.
Over the course of years, she had watched as a bystander as she had entered into a relationship. His name was unimportant, and escaped Stacy even to this day, but the marked changes in her personality began so subtly as that not even she recognised or realised them. Though it was very likely ignorance to him, by simply being around her, he cast subtle indications of alteration. Where previously she would have taken a course of action as an almost matter of instinct, now she hesitated, and often went against her previous behaviour.
Ultimately, superficially there was little change, yet as one once said, Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and though physical appearance was not the issue, the saying was apt. Underneath the surface, she bore little resemblance to the woman Stacy had once known. Altered forever, tainted in fact by the very condition Stacy reviled.
From that point on, she had often pondered its advantages. The emotional bond between people, perticularly couples was strong. It offered resistance against the most powerful foes, and ultimately acted as a barrier that few could ever hope to breach. Yet it was this very advantage that proved to be its biggest downfall. Trapped behind this barrier, could a bond be utilised to irritate, and annoy, to breakdown what it had once strived to protect?
More disturbingly, could in the name of love, unspeakable acts of depravity become the norm? Could a person be forced, exploited or otherwise manipulated to carry out deeds that any sane person would baulk and become disgusted at, in the name of love?
Stacy felt that it was possible.
She had witnessed cold hearted wifes force and humiliate their husbands in an effort to take whatever it was they needed. She had seen cruel men beat and subjugate their women savagely for nothing more than drunken entertainment. How could something survive in such a ridiculous scenario, unless it truly existed to be exploited and utilised?
Another kind of love fascinated her, and proved to have the greatest application.
She had long loathed religion, as a foolish quasi-mythilogical collection of stories and hideously mutated half-truths. She despised the surrendering of their own fates to some suppsed deity whose existance was only slightly more ludicrous than the presumption doing so would bring them "salvation". Yet between the congregation and their supposed lord, existed a powerful bond that transcended the norm. Here they genuinely gave of their souls to his cause, though he gave no indication of his acceptance. Surely something as one-sided as this exchange was doomed to failure? Christianity had retained itself as this for over a thousand years. Sufficient proof of his success, at least to Stacy.
It was this that she sought to duplicate. If it were possible, to set herself upon a dias that others would openly dedicate to their loyalty, Stacy could cement herself as a chosen, beautiful yet talented leader. She would not request such foolishness as salvation, or the deluded mumbling of a foolish churchman, no, instead she would "preach" knowledge, and its application. She would encourage the intelligent to control those who were not. She would see that the strong were put to use as that. She would see the devious were used to barter, the merciless used to show no mercy.
Indeed, she would see unity amongst all, as herself the central thread of a network that all would be held together with.
Ending her internal monlogue, she stretched. Feeling the stiffened muscles of her arms respond, she stood. The night was quiet, yet no rain had fallen from the sky, and the trees enjoyed a relatively serene night. The dirty bushes that lay outside of the drive fluttered gently, and Stacy made a note to ensure the gardener would tend to their unpleasent forms.
This week, would fall another hard fought match-up. Her first here in NEW-ERA. She was in a triple threat match against two other newcomers, The First and Alexander Roslov. She outclassed them, she outperformed them and she would prove it at Cyberstrike when she beat them both, even if she had to do it alone.
Stacy, has now shown to you all, in previous federations, the reasons for her onslaught, the true nature of the beauty, and why it is that such a pretty model looking girl, fights dirty. Everyone has problems, everyone has a history, but History, will change, and will forever change, until History is ended, and history will end when Stacy gains NEW-ERA gold.