General Population Application
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Name: Rachel Densa
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Description of physical appearance: (add picture if possible) A bit on the shorter side, blond hair, honeysuckle eyes, a slim but not skinny body structure overall.
Personality: What defines Rachel the best is her heart. She is overall kind, courageous, and intelligent. She seems a bit cold at first, as she rarely speaks unless spoken to and always sits by herself in a restaurant or any other public environment. In reality though, it'd be rare to find someone that's more willing to help out people she doesn't even know, and a loyal friend to match. She's not used to interacting with people outside of work though, so most consider her to be rather shy.Â
Reason for imprisonment: Attempting to spread information about the horrors behind Deadman Wonderland after Hacking into their database Â
Skills/Talents: She works as a hacker to get and sell information, so  she's quite handy with computer coding and mechanics. She's pretty resourceful in working with what she has. Rachel's also surprisingly athletic, especially when  comes to climbing, and uses it well with her quick thinking and sharp sense of danger.
History: Rachel was born in a small town near the outskirts of New York City to a young married couple. Her father was a train engineer, so she quickly developed a passion for the mode of transportation, always taking a ride on it whenever she could. Everything seemed to be going well for the next five years, until her father was sued unjustly for a train accident he had no part in, and their family was put into heavy debt. Things just went downhill from there. Her father started drinking, her mother filed for divorce, and the young Rachel was eventually left alone to live with her unstable father, choosing to do so because she believed that she could "make him feel better". Her only reward for this was to suffer abuse in the form of drunken rages from her father, who now hardly ever left the house, or even his desk. Her injuries never got worse cuts from thrown or broken bottles and bruises, but it was more than enough to cause her to grow up rather quickly, and live a rather lonely childhood.She was unable to even finish school beyond third grade, too busy finding menial jobs to help her broken family gain any kind of income. In her teenage years, she ended up moving out of her father's home to find work in New York city, sending money back home to her still jobless father when she could. The only jobs that she could ever seem to find, however, were minimal wage ones that could hardly provide for a single person unless she worked two of them at once, let alone provide for her father back home. She had to resort to other, less legal means for cash. She taught herself computer coding, and began to hack networks and personal computers for information that others would pay for, as well as go out onto the street herself if the situation required(Mostly in the beginning when she was still learning her trade). One day, a report came to her to ask her to find information form the infamous deadman wonderland after heading of suspicious activities being conducted in the place.What she found was worse than she could have ever imagined, and unfortunately, the authorities were quick to track down who had been hacking into database. She was arrested, and sent to the nightmarish place without a trail with the death penalty.Â
Any other things you would like to tell us about your character: (this is not a required, but if you would like to tell us something that you havenât already about your character, then go ahead.) Due to the reason for her imprisonment, Rachel is a bit of magnet for aggression from the prison guards and other types of authority of the prison.Â
Roleplay Sample: (Write a short drabble of a moment in your characterâs first day in Deadman) The first thing she felt when she regained consciousness was the throbbing pain at the front of her head. She had been hit there, she remembered. It had seemed only a minute ago that she had heard the crashing at her front door, that she had been scrambling to throw CDs of programmed viruses into the microwave  in hopes of destroying evidence from the only people she had ever thought would be invading her home. If only she had been lucky enough to only have the cops at her door for hacking into personal computers. She could have perhaps gotten out of that situation, as her nimble fingers worked quickly to wipe the hard drive of her computer file to destroy anything they might have been able to use against her. Of course, they hadn't been looking for evidence. She figured that out when they hadn't so much asked her to put her hands against the wall before they grabbed her collar and started banging her head against the nearest table. She didn't remember much after that. She didn't think that there was much to remember anyways, nothing that could help her at least. It was one stupid act of goodwill that had gotten her into this, and she knew it. It hadn't been a day since she had attempted to contact the media with what she had uncovered, any idiot could have put the pieces of the puzzle together. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and she felt something around her neck. What was it? Some sort of collar? It was tight, she was actually having a bit of trouble breathing at the moment, but maybe that was just the stress of situation settling into her at the moment. Eyes fluttered open, and blurry vision made out an AK47 that was being held by what she guessed was the prison guard in a van that was taking her somewhere to probably be tortured and killed. She couldn't imagine this ending well for her in any sense, and very well knew that she was helpless to whatever fate the government saw fit for her. Needless to say, she was rather afraid at the moment, even if it was only expressed as the unseen trembling in her pale hands. She closed her eyes again, knowing this would probably be the greatest form, and possibly even the last, of peace and quiet she would have until she died. She only reopened them once she felt the truck stop, though not a second later a hard tug was given at her sleeve, making her emit a small gasp of surprise before hitting the ground below her.  It hurt, but she was in no position to complain. "Get up, bitch!" she heard hissed from above her. The young woman did her best to get to her feet, despite the severe disadvantage of her hands still being handcuffed behind her back. Seems as though she couldn't do so fast enough, as she received a sharp kick to her rib cage. She gave a short grunt, not having felt any kind of blow to her body in quite some time. All those years of being on the street, managing to never get shot or beaten despite being in some of the most dangerous places she could be, it looked as though her luck had finally run out. Any kind of street-smart knowledge she had obtained  wouldn't help her here. A sharp tug on her collar and she was forced to her feet, a gun pressed to her back telling her to move forward. After forcing her wobbly limbs to move her forward, her next reaction was to try to find out where she was. She was sure her heart could have skipped a beat when she got her answer in the form of the sign in front of her: Deadman Wonderland. God no. Please no. If this place was anything like she had thought it was, she was probably better off dead. It made its name fitting, in a way. She almost chuckled at the thought. I really messed up this time, didn't I? I'm sorry Dad.Â











