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lettie
» Birthdate/Age: November '88
» Characters Played: N/A
CHARACTER
» Name: Natalie Faust
» Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
» Reference: http://en.battlestarwiki.org/wiki/Natalie_Faust
» Canon Point: During Season 4, Episode 7 - Guess What's Coming to Dinner
» Gender: Female
» Age: Appears as mid-30s, but has been reincarnated several times.
» Orientation: Bisexual. Gender is less important than personality, at least as far as female Cylons (and particularly the Sixes) go. Natalie has in-canon kissed a member of her own model, and she's flirted openly with both genders. All of the Sixes are overtly sexual and not opposed to using their bodies to get what they need out of a person. Despite that, though, Sixes also seem especially susceptible to human love -- they believe in the Cylon god's will, and part of that involves reproduction. The only proven way for Cylons to reproduce is to mate with a human with actual passionate and loving feelings, so Natalie and the other Sixes are trying to figure out that particular feeling.
» Personality: Like all the Six models, Natalie is a seductive infiltrator. The Sixes tend toward being individuals, and usually have extremely realistic human emotions. They are also charming, both because of their physical appearance and because they tend to be more perceptive than the other models. Adaptive and extremely determined, Natalie is deeply religious; she is an advocate for revealing the Final Five cylons in order to find out about the Cylons' origins and their ultimate role in the universe. Natalie believes that the Cylons made an error in destroying the majority of humanity, as this is something that the Cylon God would have done without the meddling of its people. She believes that the Raiders, sentient creatures who serve as the miltary attack craft of the Cylons, deserve to be kept at their current intelligence level and not 'dumbed down' as the John Cavil and the other Ones wish to do. As it turns out, the Raiders have recognized the members of the Final Five in the refugee fleet and refuse to attack them based on this fact. Natalie is obviously suspicious of this fact since she doesn't want the Raiders to be lobotomized, reinforcing the fact that she's much more observant than people expect from a pretty face.
When the Sixes and the rest of their rebel faction loses their majority vote to the rest of the Cylons, Natalie is the first to go to drastic measures in order to ensure that the Raiders will stop being harmed -- she also kills a member of her own Number in order to make sure that a deal with the humans is upheld, but she does not do so with joy -- rather, she considers it necessary. She will do whatever she has to in order to make sure that her ambitions are realized. Her ambitions must align with her religion, though -- she originally makes the incredibly heavy decision to give the humans access to the Cylon Resurrection ship, the place that allows the Cylons to download into new bodies, in order to have the Final Five returned to her.
She takes on a leader-position more often than not as far as the other rebels are concerned, acting not only as their head in the rebellion, but also as their face when the humans take her to speak with their media. She states directly that she admires the humans for their ability to live their lives to the fullest and take risks that they might not take if they lived forever, craving their mortality for herself and the rest of her own people. Even though the Cylons once sought to destroy humanity, Natalie believes that seeing the humans survive even against all odds make them worth saving. Once she returns to the basestar and expresses doubt that the humans will allow them to take the Final Five back to their fleet, the others (a Two and an Eight) suggest they take hostages. She feels immediate remorse for not trusting the humans as she was hoping to be trusted, and decides to go to the Galactica to inform the humans of this possible treachery. She seems very genuine in her desire to better herself and the rest of the Cylon race by making them all mortal: in this way, they will be able to live meaningful lives like many of the humans that she has met both on the human fleet and back on Gemenon, where she originally infiltrated the humans before their planets were destroyed. Unfortunately for Natalie, she is shot before she can warn Admiral Adama of the rest of the rebel factions' plan.
Despite how this might make her look, Natalie is not unnecessarily cruel; she is in fact deeply sympathetic. She moves immediately to the other Six's side once the woman has shot Jean Barolay in order to comfort her, and moves in to kiss the other woman before shooting her in the head in hopes of easing her pain. She is overjoyed to see the only Cylon/human child in the halls of the Galactica, and embraces the little girl lovingly upon meeting her. Once she sees the face of the little girl's mother, Natalie pieces together that she is likely in mortal danger. Sharon Agathon, the mother of the little girl (Hera), approaches her holding a gun and in visible mental distress: Natalie makes attempts to placate the woman by telling her that she isn't going to take away her daughter. Since Natalie has access to the thoughts of the other Sixes, it's likely that she is aware of the fact that Hera was originally taken away from Sharon by the humans and later recovered from New Caprica. She makes the logical leap that this is probably the fear that Sharon is re-living, but is unable to stop Sharon from shooting her.
» Appearance: Like all Sixes, Natalie is a beautiful blonde with a toned, muscular body and a sensual sway to her walk. Natalie particularly has hair that is atypical of Sixes: it is not the signature platinum blonde of Caprica-Six, but a honey-blonde that is longer and more layered than Caprica-Six's signature 'do. Like other humanoid cylons, Natalie's spine glows bright red when she is aroused and/or engaged in intercourse.
» Suitability: N/A
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" First-Person Network Entry: [When the video feed clicks on, it's obvious that Natalie is still in the room she woke up in -- and that she's enjoying the plush blankets of the bed. The thick, modernized collar on her neck is evident enough, and when she speaks her voice is slightly strained.]
So, this place expects us to sit idly by while we're abducted? It must offer some extremely good incentive packages.
[She tips the camera a little, raising an eyebrow at the screen.]
Anyone care to share what they like about this place? Even better, the things that someone should watch out for when they're newly arrived.
[She figures this will give her a good idea of who she's dealing with, or at least who out of the rest of the population is going to be useful to her. Then she'll be able to focus her attention on them and maximize her information-gathering as quickly as possible.]
» "amatomneslogs" Third-Person Prose Entry: There's something to be said for being aware that you're going to die. It isn't hard for Natalie to see the intense distress in Sharon Agathon's eyes -- for she's seen it in many Eights' eyes in her time -- and although each member of their Numbers is unique in their own way, there are still constants to their expressions and behaviours. She knows that reassuring Sharon that she isn't here to take away the woman's daughter is useless, but she lets the words slip past her lips anyway -- there's a part of her mind that's already feeling the warm breeze of summer air in an open field, preparing for the inevitable pain. Her human body makes it impossible for her to dodge bullets, whatever lies the humans have made up about them -- and when they pierce her body, she cries out. It is a pain that she could never truly prepare herself for, and as she lays on the ground, head back, it feels almost religious. She expected her life to have meaning -- she expected to be able to do something.
She hadn't taken this into account. She's survived a mass genocide, but she can't manage to take on a paranoid mother on the refugee fleet. It just figures. She feels her life slipping away from her, and she lets her eyes drift shut while she imagines that the coppery scent of her own blood is merely honeysuckle being carried on the air.
This visualization takes a strange turn when hands are suddenly on her skin. Clearly she's fainted, and now she's -- dreaming. That seems like a perfectly reasonable explanation. It's been some time since she's had a dream this vivid, though -- her pulse feels like it really is racing, the contact of another person's warmth pressed up against her could almost really be there. Her lips hungrily seek out another pair (two? she can't be too sure...) and she writhes, back arching and spine glowing with ecstasy. A hand grasps her hair and she fights against it at first, unwilling to be so easily dominated -- the fight increases the pleasure and the fine sheen of sweat that's formed over every naked inch of her body, causing her to gasp with pleasure. She's close, so very close to orgasm between the grinding and rocking that this unfamiliar person is doing and her own part in her pleasure. As she tumbles over the edge, she thinks perhaps that this death might not be so awful...
...when her eyes open again, she feels pleasantly muggy -- and if the beautiful sheets around her are any indication, she thinks she must surely be in heaven. That's before she feels the cool touch of metal around her throat, though, and panics. She slides her fingers along the edge of the thing, brows furrowed. It's thick, about an inch wide, and feels more like expensive jewelry than anything, but it's definitely out of place. When you're as in-tune to your own body as Cylons tended to be, machine-level processing of all your human-like organs and all, you notice even the smallest scratch. It might not bother you, exactly, but it's something you know is there. Natalie sighs, dropping her head back onto the plush pillows. This is frustrating -- all the more so because she wasn't even expecting to be alive for much longer. Her head lolls to the side, and she takes note of the fact that her clothes (along with what looks to be some sort of communication device) are folded neatly on a chair not too far from the bed.
She takes a few more deep breaths before pushing out of the bed, wiggling her toes once her feet hit the floor in order to make sure all her major motor controls are still working the way that they should be. Her fingers roll down her bare torso, feeling for the first time the absence of any blood whatsoever. She'd assumed that the pleasant fuzziness was from some sort of pain-relieving drug, but it appeared that she wasn't harmed in the least. The skin felt smoother in spots where it had healed over to make small scars, though, so she hadn't dreamed being shot.
She pads slowly over to where the window is letting in the pleasant Mediterranean air, leaning her arms against the frame and looking out over the rest of the island. This, she decides, is definitely at least somewhere that is meant to feel pleasant. She can't help the seed of doubt that has buried itself in the back of her mind, though -- mysterious healing of her wounds combined with the appearance of a strange collar? That's too strange a combination for this to be heaven, and that only leaves a few options as far as Natalie's concerned. Whoever brought her here has to have some sort of plan or desire out of her, and she isn't going to be comfortable here until she has at least a vague idea of what use she's supposed to be in this place.
She knows she could think of this place as a second chance, somewhere that perhaps people didn't know that her race almost completely wiped out the humans (even if some of them repented it now, far too late)...but even she can't be that optimistic. After all, if she's in some strange new location ... she's likely completely alone. That's not a pleasant thought at all, and it's what makes her walk back to her clothes and pick up the communicator, turning it over in her hands. It's easy enough to get started up for a woman who had lived in a world more modern-looking than this one (and who had piloted ships with faster-than-light capabilities), and once she's spent a little while getting her bearings on it, she drops back down onto the sheets to browse the network. No need to look like a blundering idiot if she's going to make contact with the other people here...
» Journal:
lettie» Birthdate/Age: November '88
» Characters Played: N/A
CHARACTER
» Name: Natalie Faust
» Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
» Reference: http://en.battlestarwiki.org/wiki/Natalie_Faust
» Canon Point: During Season 4, Episode 7 - Guess What's Coming to Dinner
» Gender: Female
» Age: Appears as mid-30s, but has been reincarnated several times.
» Orientation: Bisexual. Gender is less important than personality, at least as far as female Cylons (and particularly the Sixes) go. Natalie has in-canon kissed a member of her own model, and she's flirted openly with both genders. All of the Sixes are overtly sexual and not opposed to using their bodies to get what they need out of a person. Despite that, though, Sixes also seem especially susceptible to human love -- they believe in the Cylon god's will, and part of that involves reproduction. The only proven way for Cylons to reproduce is to mate with a human with actual passionate and loving feelings, so Natalie and the other Sixes are trying to figure out that particular feeling.
» Personality: Like all the Six models, Natalie is a seductive infiltrator. The Sixes tend toward being individuals, and usually have extremely realistic human emotions. They are also charming, both because of their physical appearance and because they tend to be more perceptive than the other models. Adaptive and extremely determined, Natalie is deeply religious; she is an advocate for revealing the Final Five cylons in order to find out about the Cylons' origins and their ultimate role in the universe. Natalie believes that the Cylons made an error in destroying the majority of humanity, as this is something that the Cylon God would have done without the meddling of its people. She believes that the Raiders, sentient creatures who serve as the miltary attack craft of the Cylons, deserve to be kept at their current intelligence level and not 'dumbed down' as the John Cavil and the other Ones wish to do. As it turns out, the Raiders have recognized the members of the Final Five in the refugee fleet and refuse to attack them based on this fact. Natalie is obviously suspicious of this fact since she doesn't want the Raiders to be lobotomized, reinforcing the fact that she's much more observant than people expect from a pretty face.
When the Sixes and the rest of their rebel faction loses their majority vote to the rest of the Cylons, Natalie is the first to go to drastic measures in order to ensure that the Raiders will stop being harmed -- she also kills a member of her own Number in order to make sure that a deal with the humans is upheld, but she does not do so with joy -- rather, she considers it necessary. She will do whatever she has to in order to make sure that her ambitions are realized. Her ambitions must align with her religion, though -- she originally makes the incredibly heavy decision to give the humans access to the Cylon Resurrection ship, the place that allows the Cylons to download into new bodies, in order to have the Final Five returned to her.
She takes on a leader-position more often than not as far as the other rebels are concerned, acting not only as their head in the rebellion, but also as their face when the humans take her to speak with their media. She states directly that she admires the humans for their ability to live their lives to the fullest and take risks that they might not take if they lived forever, craving their mortality for herself and the rest of her own people. Even though the Cylons once sought to destroy humanity, Natalie believes that seeing the humans survive even against all odds make them worth saving. Once she returns to the basestar and expresses doubt that the humans will allow them to take the Final Five back to their fleet, the others (a Two and an Eight) suggest they take hostages. She feels immediate remorse for not trusting the humans as she was hoping to be trusted, and decides to go to the Galactica to inform the humans of this possible treachery. She seems very genuine in her desire to better herself and the rest of the Cylon race by making them all mortal: in this way, they will be able to live meaningful lives like many of the humans that she has met both on the human fleet and back on Gemenon, where she originally infiltrated the humans before their planets were destroyed. Unfortunately for Natalie, she is shot before she can warn Admiral Adama of the rest of the rebel factions' plan.
Despite how this might make her look, Natalie is not unnecessarily cruel; she is in fact deeply sympathetic. She moves immediately to the other Six's side once the woman has shot Jean Barolay in order to comfort her, and moves in to kiss the other woman before shooting her in the head in hopes of easing her pain. She is overjoyed to see the only Cylon/human child in the halls of the Galactica, and embraces the little girl lovingly upon meeting her. Once she sees the face of the little girl's mother, Natalie pieces together that she is likely in mortal danger. Sharon Agathon, the mother of the little girl (Hera), approaches her holding a gun and in visible mental distress: Natalie makes attempts to placate the woman by telling her that she isn't going to take away her daughter. Since Natalie has access to the thoughts of the other Sixes, it's likely that she is aware of the fact that Hera was originally taken away from Sharon by the humans and later recovered from New Caprica. She makes the logical leap that this is probably the fear that Sharon is re-living, but is unable to stop Sharon from shooting her.
» Appearance: Like all Sixes, Natalie is a beautiful blonde with a toned, muscular body and a sensual sway to her walk. Natalie particularly has hair that is atypical of Sixes: it is not the signature platinum blonde of Caprica-Six, but a honey-blonde that is longer and more layered than Caprica-Six's signature 'do. Like other humanoid cylons, Natalie's spine glows bright red when she is aroused and/or engaged in intercourse.
» Suitability: N/A
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" First-Person Network Entry: [When the video feed clicks on, it's obvious that Natalie is still in the room she woke up in -- and that she's enjoying the plush blankets of the bed. The thick, modernized collar on her neck is evident enough, and when she speaks her voice is slightly strained.]
So, this place expects us to sit idly by while we're abducted? It must offer some extremely good incentive packages.
[She tips the camera a little, raising an eyebrow at the screen.]
Anyone care to share what they like about this place? Even better, the things that someone should watch out for when they're newly arrived.
[She figures this will give her a good idea of who she's dealing with, or at least who out of the rest of the population is going to be useful to her. Then she'll be able to focus her attention on them and maximize her information-gathering as quickly as possible.]
» "amatomneslogs" Third-Person Prose Entry: There's something to be said for being aware that you're going to die. It isn't hard for Natalie to see the intense distress in Sharon Agathon's eyes -- for she's seen it in many Eights' eyes in her time -- and although each member of their Numbers is unique in their own way, there are still constants to their expressions and behaviours. She knows that reassuring Sharon that she isn't here to take away the woman's daughter is useless, but she lets the words slip past her lips anyway -- there's a part of her mind that's already feeling the warm breeze of summer air in an open field, preparing for the inevitable pain. Her human body makes it impossible for her to dodge bullets, whatever lies the humans have made up about them -- and when they pierce her body, she cries out. It is a pain that she could never truly prepare herself for, and as she lays on the ground, head back, it feels almost religious. She expected her life to have meaning -- she expected to be able to do something.
She hadn't taken this into account. She's survived a mass genocide, but she can't manage to take on a paranoid mother on the refugee fleet. It just figures. She feels her life slipping away from her, and she lets her eyes drift shut while she imagines that the coppery scent of her own blood is merely honeysuckle being carried on the air.
This visualization takes a strange turn when hands are suddenly on her skin. Clearly she's fainted, and now she's -- dreaming. That seems like a perfectly reasonable explanation. It's been some time since she's had a dream this vivid, though -- her pulse feels like it really is racing, the contact of another person's warmth pressed up against her could almost really be there. Her lips hungrily seek out another pair (two? she can't be too sure...) and she writhes, back arching and spine glowing with ecstasy. A hand grasps her hair and she fights against it at first, unwilling to be so easily dominated -- the fight increases the pleasure and the fine sheen of sweat that's formed over every naked inch of her body, causing her to gasp with pleasure. She's close, so very close to orgasm between the grinding and rocking that this unfamiliar person is doing and her own part in her pleasure. As she tumbles over the edge, she thinks perhaps that this death might not be so awful...
...when her eyes open again, she feels pleasantly muggy -- and if the beautiful sheets around her are any indication, she thinks she must surely be in heaven. That's before she feels the cool touch of metal around her throat, though, and panics. She slides her fingers along the edge of the thing, brows furrowed. It's thick, about an inch wide, and feels more like expensive jewelry than anything, but it's definitely out of place. When you're as in-tune to your own body as Cylons tended to be, machine-level processing of all your human-like organs and all, you notice even the smallest scratch. It might not bother you, exactly, but it's something you know is there. Natalie sighs, dropping her head back onto the plush pillows. This is frustrating -- all the more so because she wasn't even expecting to be alive for much longer. Her head lolls to the side, and she takes note of the fact that her clothes (along with what looks to be some sort of communication device) are folded neatly on a chair not too far from the bed.
She takes a few more deep breaths before pushing out of the bed, wiggling her toes once her feet hit the floor in order to make sure all her major motor controls are still working the way that they should be. Her fingers roll down her bare torso, feeling for the first time the absence of any blood whatsoever. She'd assumed that the pleasant fuzziness was from some sort of pain-relieving drug, but it appeared that she wasn't harmed in the least. The skin felt smoother in spots where it had healed over to make small scars, though, so she hadn't dreamed being shot.
She pads slowly over to where the window is letting in the pleasant Mediterranean air, leaning her arms against the frame and looking out over the rest of the island. This, she decides, is definitely at least somewhere that is meant to feel pleasant. She can't help the seed of doubt that has buried itself in the back of her mind, though -- mysterious healing of her wounds combined with the appearance of a strange collar? That's too strange a combination for this to be heaven, and that only leaves a few options as far as Natalie's concerned. Whoever brought her here has to have some sort of plan or desire out of her, and she isn't going to be comfortable here until she has at least a vague idea of what use she's supposed to be in this place.
She knows she could think of this place as a second chance, somewhere that perhaps people didn't know that her race almost completely wiped out the humans (even if some of them repented it now, far too late)...but even she can't be that optimistic. After all, if she's in some strange new location ... she's likely completely alone. That's not a pleasant thought at all, and it's what makes her walk back to her clothes and pick up the communicator, turning it over in her hands. It's easy enough to get started up for a woman who had lived in a world more modern-looking than this one (and who had piloted ships with faster-than-light capabilities), and once she's spent a little while getting her bearings on it, she drops back down onto the sheets to browse the network. No need to look like a blundering idiot if she's going to make contact with the other people here...