Neva Istrates

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"I sit beside the fire and think

Of all that I have seen

Of meadow flowers and butterflies

In summers that have been


Of yellow leaves and gossamer

In autumns that there were

With morning mist and silver sun

And wind upon my hair


I sit beside the fire and think

Of how the world will be

When winter comes without a spring

That I shall ever see


For still there are so many things

That I have never seen

In every wood in every spring

There is a different green


I sit beside the fire and think

Of people long ago

And people that will see a world

That I shall never know


But all the while I sit and think

Of times there were before

I listen for returning feet

And voices at the door."


xxxxx― J.R.R. Tolkein


Machine Men, With Machine Minds:

And machine hearts! You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don’t hate: only the unloved hate, the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers, don’t fight for slavery, fight for liberty! You the people have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness! You the people have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure! Then, in the name of democracy, let us use that power. Let us all unite! Let us fight for a new world, a decent world ...


xxxxxxxxxx- Charlie Chaplin


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Grind My Gears: "One word from you is all I want. Just speak one word, and we'll begin. Name, rank, and serial number, perhaps the misquoted lyrics from a popular song: anything will do. From there we'll move with slow cautious steps to gentle verbal sparring, twice-told tales, descriptions of the scarred and darkest places of our old and worn-out souls. I'll love you back; I'll tell you secrets—”"


The Clothes You're Wearing:

The room, the house, the city that you're in. Everything in it started out in the human imagination. Your lives, your personalities, your whole world. All invented. All made up. All the wars, the romances. The masterpieces and the machines. And there's nothing here but a funny little twist of amino acids, playing a marvelous game of pretend.


xxxxxxxxxx-- Alan Moore, Promethea, Vol. 5


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[[Created]]: She is among those Created with a purpose, for a reason. Just because she doesn't really know what that is just now doesn't mean it's not true for her.
[[Hope]]: Shockingly resilient to the horrors of this world, she often comes off as one of those hopeless hopefuls that many might call 'pie in the sky'-ers. Terribly naive to the ways of people, she is determined to maintain her belief in the goodness of those around her, and the bright future that awaits us all. Many have tried to break her, but down that road only mind-blowing frustration, and a winning smile await.
[[Machines]]: She was created of flesh -- flesh with flaws, flesh that feels pain and growth the same. She has spent her new life seeking something better; something ... perfect. In her pursuit of this perfection she has become fairly adept at building robotic allies, friends that won't leave, that don't know to hate her for reasons they wouldn't understand. They say you can't hug your children with nuclear arms, but if her progress in design is any indication, it does look like she's certainly willing to give it a shot.
[[Science]]: What is an understanding of the spirit if you can't find a way to marry it to the functionality of the physical? She seeks to understand that which she is, and all that she could be; what questions can be answered by textbooks are growing more sparse by the day, but her study must continue.
[[Mechanical Messiah]]: An esoteric and eccentric woman, one must assume that there's something more behind her ambling thoughts and curious manner. For those in the know, she is a ponderous and careful girl with a peculiar fascination with the Spirits of Roads, Spirits that are Constructed, and the manifestation of decay.
[[Relics]]: She's getting closer to understanding the way of this strange place, and on her path to personal clarity and the perfection of self she has managed to find her way into the craft of relic creation. Through these she has the ability to "practice", giving what was cold and rigid into something alive with powers not previously hers to claim. Of course, she typically keeps these secrets between herself and other Created, but who's to say what she might part with if the argument for it was sound enough?
[[Food]]: The greasier the better. She is obsessed with fast food, and will glut herself at any situation it's presented as an option. She'd be a cheap date, were it not for the fact that she makes up for the lack of quality with the consumption of grand quantities. If you wanted fries, you should have ordered your own.
[[Time]]: Always. On. Time. If you don't want her to hate you from the word go, you probably should be, too. If she says 0800, she means precisely 0800. Set an alarm.
[[Spirits]]: She has a strong connection to the spiritual world, always coming back to the comfort of the great maw that bites her hand with each attempt at feeding it. Have a haunting problem? Trying to contact a loved one on the other side and gotten desperate enough to seek out the one that they're likely relentlessly harassing? One wouldn't have to dig too deeply in those particular circles of the occult to know her name.
[[Occult]]: Oh, the superstition of the wayward. Much like a gypsy, she is beholden to her own strange little beliefs and unusual ticks -- talismans, rituals, whatever it takes to keep the spirits appeased and the beasts at her beck and call, rather than nipping at her heels. It goes a little beyond spilled salt flung over a shoulder, but just how far that rabbit hole goes is open to question best left unanswered.
[[Legends]]: Horror B-Movies, campfire reveries, the names and faces spoken of only in whispers by the wary and wise. From the local urban legends to the sweeping mysteries of ancient and forgotten beliefs far and wide away, she has a fascination for the macabre -- the nightmares that come back to haunt, the very concepts of fright making right. Do you bump in the night? She just might.
[[Junkyard]]: There's a junkyard out there with her name on it, and she's leaving a rather peculiar mark on the world that surrounds it -- strange lights, stranger sounds, and so much -fog-! What the hell is with all this FOG?!
[[Scavenger]]: If you're laying your hands on her scrap, you'd best have been invited. Or, at the very least, bought her dinner first. Much akin to the preying eyes of the vulture, Neva has a keen interest in the leftover carcasses scattered in the wake of man's wasteful warpath and can often be found rummaging about anywhere the discarded remnants of machinery await.
[[Cars]]: Like cars? ... Like Mad Max? You may very well have something in common. She's never been one to accept anything 'off the line', believing that vehicles are an extension of a personal and spiritual freedom she's only just now discovering, and thus should be tailored to reflect one's self. In her case, this seems to involve a whole lot of nitro and a healthy dose of secrets.
[[Surprises]]: She's full of them.


So This Talk, Or Touch:

If I were there,

Should work its effortless gadgetry of love,

Like Dante’s heaven, and melt into the air.


If it doesn’t, of course, I’ve fallen. So much is chance,

So much agility, desire, and feverish care,

As bicyclists and harpsicordists prove


Who only by moving can balance,

Only by balancing move.


xxxxxxxxxx-- Michael Donaghy

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The Stand (Man or Machine) - Protomen


You're trying to understand,

I told you your brother had been killed,

Yet here he stands

In the very shadow of the man

You came here to destroy.

You came here to avenge his death,

You came here to save mankind...

Can you see now,

You cannot do both?


Tell me now,

Is there a man among you here,

Is there no one who will stand up

And try to fight?

Tell me man,

Is there not one in all your ranks,

Is there no one who values courage over life?


They looked to me once,

Now they turn to you

Do you understand now,

Do you see that the truth is

They don't want to change this,

They don't want a hero

They just want a martyr,

A statue to raise.


I've given everything I can,

There are no heroes left in man.


So it begins,

No matter which one of us wins

The ground we're standing on

Will crack and blow away.


You will fight,

And when you fight you fight alone,

And in the end you'll see

There was no other way.


I've been here before,

I've stood where you stand,

They've come for the hero,

The hero of man,

But why should we save them,

When they stand for nothing;


If they deserve life,

Let them stand for themselves!


We've given everything we can,

There are no heroes left in man.

They'll watch you die to save their lives,

They will not stand here by your side.


We've given everything we can,

There are no heroes left in man!

So let them watch as we decide,

The very fate,

...of all mankind.


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Nothing Lasts Forever
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Name: Neva Istrates
Relatives: Are Relative
Apparent Age: Adult
Height: 5'4"
Eyes: Lavender
Hair: Pink

Creator: Unknown
Lineage: Ulgan
Refinement: Mercurius
Position: Last Bastion of Hope
Role: Willful Beacon in the Dark
Throng: None


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... Not Even The Best Machines ...

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