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24 Feb 2018, 11:41 PM
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</style><DIV ID="SONGLYRICS">i don't mean to fall at your feet<br>
just 'cause you cut me to the bone.</div><div class="blockback">This is when Chell's got to admit that she never expected to get <i>this far.</i> There's the hand on the desk, of course, a flickering of something in Chell's belly--but they're supposed to be adversaries, posed across from one another, ready to strike and trying to claw one another down. It's the sort of thing that she's seeing more from <i>Oswald and Ed</i> than, well, the person she expected to see it from! <p>
This person. Gladys. <p>
Chell's throat bobs. She's got a bunch of DVDs bundled up in a bag and a VHS or two <i>Just in case</i>. There's something about this that sends static down Chell's spine, makes her anxious, makes her suddenly ache to be appreciated and liked and seen as <i>cool</i>, as <i>smooth</i>. It's one of the times that Chell wishes she could talk. She knows why, because Chell's not an idiot, she's had a fling or two over the years, but this is something that could get her in trouble, yeah?<p>
Then again, she's never been good at not getting herself into trouble. The woman brings her knuckles up to her lips and bites gently down on them as she approaches the home. And maybe she stands, before she rings the bell, and practices the way she stands and holds herself so that maybe when that door opens she can <i>grin just-so</i> and do a confident little finger gun motion, and sure, that's <i>getting ahead of herself</i> but Chell has never been good at not doing that. <p>
Never. So she tries to play all smooth and knows, of course, that this is supposed to be Just A Showing of Movies, but still...<p>
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</style><DIV ID="SONGLYRICS">Cast out of the night, well you've got a foolish heart,<br>
So you took your place but the fall from grace was the hardest part.</div><div class="blockback">Life, as far as Chell could tell, was good. She was very rarely of the opinion that it wasn't good, truth be told. Even when she'd been run through the gauntlet, life had been good enough. All of her limbs had been intact, and one day Chell had managed to stare down a lethal device without her heartrate rising one bit, and that had been the greatest success of all. That had been the best day. <p>She practically prowled through the hallway, a box tucked snugly under one strong arm, a hand supporting the bottom of it. There was an amused expression on her face, the faint wrinkling of her nose, the upward quirk of part of her lip. A near-mute, an unspeakable. Chell'd taken the position for the joke of it. <p>
Plus, from what she'd been told, it was like being a magical secret agent. That was cool. It'd keep her nose out from where they <b>didn't</b> want it. Less cool. Less alright. But Chell had occupied herself with less, and if the Ministry kept her at the office doing paperwork, she could put up with it for a finite amount of time before she looked at the Ministry, cocked her head, and wondered what they were hiding from her. But, the thing was, if Chell was being honest, she was already wondering: there'd been an anxiety about hiring her on, almost as if they thought that Chell'd go digging for others' dirty laundry. <p>
She only did that when she was bored. Some of the time. Or if they made her mad enough to try.<p>
But, admittedly, she had more personal reasons for what she was doing. The dark-haired woman flicked hair out of her eyes and began to whistle, shoving air between the faint gap in her front teeth. A keychain spun rapidly around a finger, the free wrist working it in rapid, quick, equally-whistling circles. Typically, this was the only noise that Chell made. <p>
Once she reached her destination, though, which was a detour from where she had <b>intended</b> to go, Chell laughed softly, tongued her teeth, and set her box down against a door. The door was already <i>open.</i> Maybe someone had just left? Chell put a hand in the doorway, fingers splayed, and whistled, quick and alerting, a cheeky grin crossing her face. She didn't even sign, yet--she just let her 'old friend' get a good look at who had managed to divebomb back into her life. <p>
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<div align="center"><i>i thought i told you that i am my own worst enemy</i><p></div><p>
But I must explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing pleasure and praising pain was born and I will give you a complete account of the system, and expound the a<b>ctua</b>l teachings of the great explorer of the truth, the master-builder of human happiness.</p> <p>No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure. To take a trivial example, which of us ever undertakes laborious physical exercise, except to obtain some advantage from it? But who has any right to find fault with a man who chooses to enjoy a pleasure that has no annoying consequences, or one who avoids a pain that produces no resultant pleasure?"
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<h1>Basics</h1>

<h2>Name</h2> <h3>Michelle Gabriella Rattmann</h3>
<h2>Age</h2> <h3>Thirty</h3>
<h2>Member Group</h2> <h3> Ministry</h3>
<h2>Pref. Pronoun</h2> <h3>She/Her</h3>
<h2>Face Claim</h2> <h3>Sofia Boutella</h3>
<h2>Sexual Orientation</h2> <h3>Homosexual.</h3>

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<h2>Occupation</h2> <h3>Unspeakable.</h3>
<h2>Workplace/School</h2> <h3>UK Ministry</h3>
<h2>Class</h2> <h3>Ilvermorny, Wampus House.</h3>

<h1>Magic</h1>

<h2>Blood Status</h2> <h3> Halfblood.</h3>
<h2>Wand</h2> <h3> Holly wood, wampus claw core. </h3>
<h2>Boggart</h2> <h3> A great red light, conjured out of a black hole in the wall. Chell rather begrudgingly admits it is some sort of turret inspired by HAL, from 2001: A Space Odyssey.</h3>
<h2>Patronus and memory</h2> <h3>A weasel; memory is watching the look on Gladys' face when she realized that Chell had out-maneuvered her. Watching the mighty fall is a very satisfying thing.</h3>
<h2>Dementor-induced memory</h2> <h3>The dull repetition of speech therapy, the expectation that she be able to form words without her stutter--and yet, never being <i>able</i> to. Everyone is so very disappointed...</h3>
<h2>Mirror of Erised</h2> <h3>Being hailed as a hero for her exposure of corruption. Maybe some kind of medal involved? A really big, cool medal. That's the kind of thing Chell wants. Or maybe being able to touch a deer.</h3>

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<h2>Alias</h2> <h3>Vulf</h3>
<h2>Timezone</h2> <h3>GMT-6</h3>
<h2>Contact</h2> <h3>Note me privately.</h3>
<h2>Other Characters</h2> <h3><a href="http://bombardamaxima.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=3934&st=0&#entry20900">Franziska Von Karma</a></h3>

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<h1>PERSONALITY</h1>
<i>"When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely."</i><p>
Someone taking just a quick, cursory look at Chell would probably get the immediate assumption that she's a rather headstrong woman with a knack for making a fool out of other people. They would be, of course, <i>absolutely correct</i>. Impetuousness and "gremlin-ism" (as others have called her rather mercurial nature) come naturally to someone like Chell. She's often found sporting a rather wide-lipped grin, the sort that curls the tongue against lower teeth.<p>
Of course, there's absolutely something more quiet and insecure hiding behind a robustly sneering exterior, but Chell's never been the sort to sit back and allow others to <i>see</i> that. When the going gets tough, the tough get going, and Chell has always been tough. Physically, mentally--she's strong. Got the roots in deep to the ground, so as to nourish herself in times of need, and all of that. While some say "the meek shall inherit the earth", <i>Chell</i> says "You've got to just take what you need." Not what you <i>want</i>, but what you <i>need.</i> Chell's not the sort of person to just knuckle under and show her throat to an aggressor. She never has been, and given the troubles she went through at the behest of her parents, she's even less of that now.<p>
She's got a rather demonstrable love for music over all the other arts. Chell's home is strewn full of musical equipment, from keyboards to an actual real-life didgeridoo, and Chell often says operas are her favorite sort of musical event to attend. The biggest hint that Chell's act of muteness is just that--an act--is the constant humming, the recitation of quiet lyrics underneath her breath. An appreciation for the fine art of classical overture is, most would say, impossible for Chell to have, but there it is. Chell also likes puzzles, and her home contains numerous solved puzzles, which have been tacked to boards and mounted on her walls. Three-dimensional puzzles litter her home as well, most of them finished, but the ones that are not are particular thorns in Chell's side. She comes back to these tasks time and again, trying to figure out how to loop forms and create the end goal of...whatever the hell's on the box. She's even begun ordering custom ones, made special, off of certain corners of the internet.<p>
It's hard to guess that Chell's got that aforementioned sensitive side, though. She's an ebullient woman, often putting her best foot forward and presenting herself as a wall of positive energy. <i>Chell wants people to like her</i>, and she really does try hard to make them do so. Hell, it's hard to dislike someone who's smiling in a genuine fashion and genuinely tries to make a personal connection. Part of her heart is worn on her sleeve, unable to be hidden, because when one communicates largely without a voice, physicality becomes second nature. Chell is capable of stopping some of her physical cues, but a lot of these motions have the tendency to get away from her and betray how she really feels, if only for a second. <p>
However, Chell also has a tendency to hold a grudge, and when someone has wronged her in some way, she gets real, <i>real</i> fucking annoying about it. Chell likes to make <i>sure</i> that people who have irritated her suffer. Not in super dramatic ways, like undermining their life's work or whatever (at least, not most times), but rather moving their stapler every morning, misplacing key things of theirs. Small inconveniences that can't be proven. Chell likes her revenge slow and sweet.<p>
When given a task, she does it. Chell <i>will</i> get from point A to point B, even if she's got to build a bridge, make a point C, and camp out there for a while before she can have access to point B. It doesn't matter how arduous or personally painful it is. There's a part of Chell's brain that can't <i>not</i> get the job done, and it's part of why she's an unspeakable. Once given a task...she completes it. She wasn't so die-hard about this in the past, but she's become focused on it now, almost as if she has a deep sense of needing to succeed at everything, and hating personal failures. <p>
However, as mentioned, Chell doesn't talk...most times. Instead, she opts for sign language, which enables her to communicate without people knowing what her secret is. Chell has a mild case of Broca's Aphasia, which prevents her from forming verbal speech in the typical fashion. Words are commonly left out, and Chell can <i>think</i> them just fine, but the expression verbally is tattered and awkward. Sign language can be touched by this from time to time, but is, on the whole, alright. However, Chell tops it off with a very, <i>very</i> intense stutter, which she actually feels deeply ashamed of -- being unable to suppress the stutter with therapy was the first time she was branded a failure, leaving her rather upset with most uses of vocal speech. Chell tends not to speak in front of crowds at all, and due to lack of use, her voice is raspy and rusty to the ear. If she does talk to someone, it is most times, an expression of extreme emotion. These are often punctuated with sign language. If Chell has a conversation with someone without supplementing her words with sign language, then she's placing an incredible amount of trust into that particular person.
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<h1>HISTORY</h1>
<i>"I'll thread the needle through; you beat the devil's tattoo."</i><p>
Michelle's -- Chell's -- parents never <i>intended</i> to essentially raise their daughter in a very restricting and controlling and oppressing environment, but that was what they wound up doing. Douglas and Aria Rattmann were wizards who had their eyes set on the burgeoning fields of technology development in the wizarding world, and they raised their daughter to try and have an equally analytic mind and sense of things. Chell was expected to have a masterful grasp of the sciences much like both her parents did, and when it became clear that her speech was not developing correctly, the child was sent to therapy over it. These parents could not tolerate imperfections in their daughter, who was supposed to be a <i>genius</i>. <p>
But as it turned out, a mind like Chell's didn't flourish in the program she was sent to, and her problems seemed to only get <i>worse</i>. Her speech tutor was sure to put the weight of pleasing her parents directly upon Chell's shoulders, and the girl showed her first rebellion here--she stopped trying to please anyone once it became clear they saw her as a failure. They didn't think she could do it, so why should she continue to try? The sign language she was taught became her primary form of expression. She hated her words; they made her feel like a failure, even though she tried to pretend her parents didn't bother her.<p>
Around the time her parents got jobs with an intelligence development firm under the umbrella of MACUSA, Chell proved that she <i>wasn't</i> a disappointment when she was summoned to attend Ilvermorny. Douglas and Aria were pleased, and took their daughter to purchase her wand--a firm, solid thing, all told. Chell was lightly teased for having a holly core, because holly was for those quick to anger and it certainly did fit their little Michelle!<p>
But, off Chell went to Ilvermorny, and whatever problems she'd had with the muggle world vanished when all four statues bowed to her at once. Or, at least, the way her parents talked about her you'd think they vanished. They certainly talked her up at work, slyly bragging about their daughter who was so very gifted that all four houses of Ilvermorny wanted to choose her. She'd gone with Wampus, ultimately, one that suited her anger, her fire.<p>
While attending Ilvermorny, Chell befriended an older wizard by name of Roger Wheatley, who was possibly one of the dumbest people that Chell had ever met. He made irritating comments about her lack of speech, but Chell eventually gave up on the man being tactful at all--Wheatley was an awkward muggleborn young man, and Chell thought he was interesting enough. He took Chell under his clumsy but well-intentioned wing, which was well and good.<p>
She did well enough on her exams, and left Ilvermorny with little hassle, succeeding just as expected by her parents, who kept her held to a high standard. When Chell emerged from school, her parents, who were (unbeknownst to Michelle) tasked with finding new subjects for their employer's testing process, asked her to come work with them. Chell was skeptical and told them as much, because of <i>course</i> she did. But off she went, regardless, and there she spent the next <i>several</i> years of her life in a rather distressing personal situation. <p>
Get up. <p>
Go to work.<p>
Check in for testing.<p>
At least she was <i>paid</i> for it, and at first, Chell wasn't anything more than a number on a paper, the child of the Rattmann couple (who were adamant that she would be able to take anything they gave to her). But it started slowly, and by the time Chell was in her twenties, she was thinking about leaving this entire schtick, and mabe she <i>would have</i>, except: <p>
her parents died.<p>
Near the end of his life, Douglas Rattmann began to doubt what he had done. He could sense the subtle changes in Chell. She took harder and harder hits from failed efforts, came back slower. But she did come back. Every single damn time. It was changing her, though, making her into more of a hellion than she'd been before, making her rougher around the edges. Chell's personality was forged to a steel point in the initial years of testing, and Doug wanted to try to pull her from it. <p>
But after his death -- and Chell doesn't know <i>what</i> killed him -- and the death of her mother, something in her turned back to the facility. She proved to be even more brazen than before, and it was at <i>this</i> point that Chell met Gladys.<p>
Each had known of the other, before, of course. But the first time that Gladys peered down at Chell through bulletproof glass and pushed her harder than Chell had ever been pushed before--that was the first time that Chell really <i>dug down.</i> The obstinate silence made things even tenser. Chell never discusses the particulars of what happened, just that it <i>did</i> happen. She didn't agree to all the tests, but there she was, and one involving fire actually nearly <i>killed</i> her, for christ's sake! Chell's usage of spells during testing was often prohibited, but the woman was a hellion, and did as she damn well pleased. <p>
Once, she even signed at Gladys: <i>I've got to be your favorite. That's why you keep fucking with me.</i><p>
It made her feel smug, even if she didn't know the actual truth of it--she didn't need to. Chell was determined, and regardless of the efforts to beat her down, the snarky remarks, the reeling-back-in, Chell kept coming back and defeating the challenges thrown at her.<p>
Then, she escaped.<p>
Her escape, the result of a few quickfire spells and Wheatley's timely intervention (and maybe a little hex in Gladys' office on the way out, just because she could), wound up giving Chell the opportunity to throw the entire facility under the bus. She exposed it, and MACUSA acted quickly. They'd given the pressure to conduct the facility's experiments, sure, but now that they'd been caught? Time to clean up their mess. In the disaster of it all, Wheatley got the smart idea that he could start his <i>own</i> experiments, and Chell quite literally kicked him in the groin and spoke to him--told him to "Fuh--fuck off--", and went off on her own.<p>
Originally, Chell got her job as an unspeakable as a 'reward' for her silence, her exposure of the corruption--meant to keep her quiet, and to keep her from digging around in anything that's not ministry-approved to go digging in. However, when she heard a certain somebody was now employed overseas, she made a transfer request, and because nobody really wanted her digging around under their noses, they let her go.

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<b>Note:</b> Mentions of Gladys in history were cleared with Shayne c:<p>
Chell's true Mirror of Erised being 'to touch a deer' is meant to be a dual reference: it's a simple desire, which indicates Chell's in-game simplistic desire to escape, survive, and defeat. However, it is also a reference to an event in Portal 2 where GLaDOS tries to tempt Chell into going into a death trap, saying that she "saw a deer". <p>
Chell's base personality is raw and determined to get any job completed, echoing in-game. In Portal, Chell <i>will</i> complete the tests asked of her, and she will escape the facility. She does not express herself in game, but someone this tenacious has to have a base personality of being just...really damn stubborn. <p>
Her boggart, the turret, is meant to be representative of the ingame turrets without actually BEING one--which is why it's inspired by Hal, from 2001: A Space Odyssey, instead of an actual Portal-series turret, given the rules of BM.<p>
Chell's last name, Rattmann, and her father being Douglas Rattmann, is meant to evoke Doug Rattmann, who is a helpful man who tries to assist Chell with cryptic messages during the Portal games. On Bomb, he was an engineer for the Johnsons who got a bit in over his head and tried to help his daughter, whereas his wife was much more willing. <p>
Likewise, her middle name, Gabriella, is a reference to Gabe Newell, the man behind the Portal series.<p>
Chell's parents are engineers. In Portal canon, her parentage is unknown, but it is HIGHLY hinted that she was present when GLaDOS took over and killed a fuckload of people on "Bring Your Daughter to Work Day", indicating that ONE of her parents was an Aperture employee.<p>
I couldn't find where to fit it in on the app, but Chell owns two cats on Bomb, named Atlas and Peabody. These cats' names are reference to the two characters in Portal 2's co-op mode.<p>
Her appreciation for opera over all music is meant to invoke the end of Portal 2, where a series of turrets sing an aria to Chell as she ascends.<p>
The entire segment of Chell's history revolving around testing is lifted from Portal. On Bombarda, Chell was entered willingly into these experiments due to her parents needing to supply test subjects.<p>
Her incident with Wheatley is an echo of events in Portal 2, in which Wheatley, after ousting GLaDOS, keeps Chell as a test subject. Here, he TRIES to do the same, and Chell kicks him in the groin and tells him to go away.<p>
Chell's "muteness" -- her Aphasia and her stutter -- is a nod to ingame, where she doesn't speak at all. On Bombarda, Chell only acts as if she can't speak due to personal problems and a severe displeasure with her own ability.<p>
Her wand wood, Holly, reflects how impetuous Chell can be at times; in the Portal games, she can destroy GLaDOS' cameras and be generally petty primarily just because she can and to get back at those who have kept her captive. Here on Bomb, she can be <i>incredibly</i> ridiculous, and knows it, and holly wood fits her like a glove. <p>
Chell being one of the rare few that gets all houses calling to her at Ilvermorny is meant to reflect all the different ways one can interpret her history in the Portal games--she has a blank slate past, and "makes her own choices" in a way, so on Bombarda she chooses her own house. Her house is Wampus, because, out of all the aspects of her in canon, Chell is a hardy determined woman, who is a warrior against those who would imprison her.<p>
EXPERIMENT DETAILS: Attempts to create a one-channel Floo network; magitech boots that aided in damage resistance from falls, attempts to break the human fear response, turrets of magitech (which were questionable in quality), reflex enhancement.
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