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 Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:33 pm
"Who are you, and how did you get in here?!"
"I'm a locksmith. And...I'm a locksmith."
My name is York, and welcome to my world.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:36 pm
Navigational Chart
I My Name is York, and Welcome to My World
II Navigational Chart
III All About York
IV York's Adventures
V York's World
VI York's Story
VII--XV Reserved
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:38 pm
General Information:
Name: Robert Myers
Aliases: York, Agent New York, Foxtrot 12
Gender: Male
Quote: "You said it was an encrypted lock. This is a holographic lock." "Is there a difference?" "Yeah--hence the two names!" "So can you open it or not?!" "Of course I can! It's just much harder. I brought it up because I wanted you to know how kick-a** I am." --Agent New York and Agent Texas, Red vs. Blue: Out of Mind, Part 4
Likes: breaking into things, spending time with D, being read to by D, strawberries, spending time at home, his daughters
Dislikes: getting shot (who doesn't?), having to read by himself, most other foxes, anyone who gets between him and D, D's obsession with Alpha (he refers to it as IT), the government
About: York was a freelancer from the government's Freelancer Program. Unlike other agents such as Tex, he and his AI, Delta, get along very well, caring and watching out for each other. While he is on somewhat of good terms with Tex, he is still wary of her, since a duel between them resulted in damage to his left optical nerve. He can barely see out of that eye. There is some possibility, considering D's benevolent nature, that he was part of an experiment in the agency as to how close an AI and their assignee can get and if it is possible that a freelancer could grow closer to their AI than a fellow fox. Generally speaking, York tries to avoid contact with other freelancers.
Relationships:
Parents: unknown
Siblings: unknown
Mate: Delta
Offspring: Yvette, Kyna, Dominic; Lawrence, Raleigh, Lyon
Friends: Tex
AI: Delta, also known as D
OOC Information:
Status: Taken heart
Posts in: tan
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:40 pm
York's World
Relations
Delta--My mate, partner, and closest friend. He's everything to me. At first I didn't like the idea of sharing my mind with another entity, but after Omega!Tex half-blinded me in combat, he's always been there for me, reading, taking care of me...I couldn't live without him.
Yvette--Our eldest daughter. She may be short like D and have D's same glasses--though I think she actually needs them--but she takes after me, mostly. I've taught her everything I know about locks and keys, though I think I may regret that now. She's a beautiful girl; I may need to lock her up someday to prevent her from running away with the wrong person. Luckily, in this case, she can't lie any better than I can.
Kyna--Our younger daughter. Apart from my height, she's mostly like D; if Yvette were ever to go against our advice and turn on her radio, Kyna would surely get in her as fast as she could. I hope. The only thing that worries me besides her lack of confidence is the fact that she isn't that bad at lying--where did she pick that up?!
Lawrence--My eldest son with Cary. He doesn't like me all that much, and I don't know him that well.
Raleigh--My next eldest son, Lawrence's brother. He ended up the one that I raised...he hates everyone, including D and me, so you can just imagine how difficult it was to raise him. He's starting to mellow out, so we're becoming less rivals, though he's always the first one to jump on me if I say something wrong.
Lyon--My youngest son with Cary. I love him...I would have taken care of him, kept him safe from those ***** and rapists, but Rho stole him from me...Not a day goes by when I don't regret that. If only Cary hadn't let him be stolen from me...I could have kept him safe...
Rainbow Sprinkles--The son of two of the...more intellectually challenged soldiers. He's Kyna's mate, and other than an IQ that a scarab beetle would turn its proboscis up at, he doesn't seem that bad. I mean, he's not the sort to lead Kyna into danger or anything. In fact, I think Kyna is more likely to lead him into danger.
Duneetit--My eldest granddaughter, Kyna and Bo's. Unfortunately, we've been out of contact...from what I hear, she takes after her mother, and therefore D.
Finnbar--My grandson. He's sweet, taking after Private Donut. He shows some flashes of Kyna's mind, though. I love him, as I love all of my grandchildren.
Caramelldansen--Cara, my very affectionate granddaughter. She loves us, taking after her father for the most part. What a sweetheart...
Friends
Agent Texas--Tex was always the best--no one could beat her in combat. If I hadn't underestimated her, I wouldn't be in the trouble I am now...She's even more dangerous when Omega's around.
Enemies
Agent Carolina--I seem to have this problem with women named Melissa...She's my former partner who seduced me and got us saddled with the boys. I would be her friend, but a) her AIs hate my guts, and b) if it hadn't been for her insisting on keeping all three of them, they would have been perfectly fine boys who were never abused in all their lives.
Ayin--One of Cary's AIs. She abused Lyon...did terrible things to him...she spared me, for which I am grateful, but I still hate her.
Rho--Cary's other AI. There can be no redemption in my mind for the man who abused my sons and my mate. No redemption at all. I would dearly love to kill him, and coming from me, that's saying a lot.
Agent Wyoming--Really. Bad. Knock-knock jokes. One serious a*****e, too. To be avoided at all costs.
Agent Washington--Recovery agent and someone I used to work with. My main bone to pick with him is his distrust of AIs and his tendency to abuse and/or kill any of them--except Epsilon for some reason...but he would kill Delta, and for that, I can never forgive him.
Acquaintances
Pi--I remember a lot of drunkenness the night she and Agent Montana supposedly died, but I don't think all of it was from sorrow at their passing...Of course, it is rather disappointing to hear that she's still alive. What a b***h.
Agent Montana--What can you say about a girl like Agent Montana? I mean, besides "Good riddance!" Almost as big a b***h as Tex, enjoyed playing practical jokes, always the first to attack, and of course she picked a fight with every other female freelancer. I'm sorry to hear that she's still alive, though I've heard that she was a very nice young lady before Pi came along.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:42 pm
I have a sister…I only just found that out today…it feels so weird…She’s my full sister, too. Robin Myers. Wow. My parents have no imagination at all.
My name is Robert Myers, but for the past eight years, I’ve been York. I like that name. I always hated my name. Mother always called me Robbie. Father, too. That’s why I don’t like the name. And Melissa—both of them, besides just my mother—called me Robert.
I’m rambling. I think I should start at the beginning. That’s where they all start. My parents met at a party. They thought they liked each other—they were fun to party with, they were both party animals…they liked the same music, the same foods…some of the same interests. And they were both physically attracted to each other. So they moved in with each other. Slept with each other. By and by, they began to figure out that they didn’t like each other. In fact, they hated each other. Before they could break up, though, I appeared. Now the only thing they hated more than each other was me, a combination of both of them, a symbol of this ungainly and unsatisfying relationship they had come to loathe. So they turned their focus from trying to kill each other to trying to kill me.
They said they loved me, but they both hated me. You’re supposed to love your child; I sometimes think that they wanted to appear normal, they wanted the other to think they loved me. And they believed each other, the fools. They thought that killing me would not only break them up for good, but would also hurt the other. They tried all ways to kill me outside of poison gas and lethal injections. When I was sick, they didn’t take care of me—I had to take care of myself. It was during one of those uncommonly long childhoods that I first learned not to trust people. I would barricade myself in my room, experiment with making locks. I liked locks. They divided the outside world from the safe inner world. There I was safe. No one could hurt me. Locks were my friends, and they fascinated me. I became obsessed with them.
Finally, after a particularly difficult illness, while I was still weak, my father tried to shoot me. That was the last straw. I was a teenager by then, and I fought back. I was angry. Furious. I yelled at both of them, revealed their secret fantasies of violence against me. As a teenager, I was like what Raleigh was like when he was a kit. Violent. Untrusting. He got it from me. I hated my parents, but after that, they were civil, polite, nonviolent. They were ashamed. They had failed, and I had told them both so. They were afraid to let anyone know. They wanted to finish the job of proper parenting. But I was too angry, too heartbroken to let them. Once I recovered from one last bought of the stomach flu, I ran away from home.
Robin, my sister, says that they stayed together for a little while longer until she appeared. That was the last straw for their relationship. Mother and Father broke up, left each other. Mother took Robin and remarried to a fox she actually liked. Meanwhile, I was living on the streets. Locks still fascinated me. I learned to make them from the junk I could find off the streets. I learned to pick locks. That was what I loved to do more than anything else—besides read. Not many locks to pick for someone as obsessed as I was—except for shops, houses, businesses. I stole, but that wasn’t the important part. I always enjoyed the breaking in the most. I got caught a couple of times while I was still a minor, but after I became an adult, I was dragged into a real court. I must’ve been…twenty when I was arrested the second time. The Director had heard about me this time—the Director of Project Freelancer. Hardly surprising; I had broken into a government facility that he had been visiting at the time. He was a witness in the case. He offered to pay a bribe to get me out of jail if I would join the Project as an infiltrations specialist.
What could I do?
I joined them. I wasn’t happy. I would have to work with people. Besides, it was the Army—I didn’t want to kill people. Locks made sense—people didn’t. I didn’t want to do this. It was a miracle I managed to smile for the pictures of myself that they took when I joined. Was coerced to join. Apparently they sent copies to Mother—maybe to Father as well, but I have had no news from him. This may have been the first she had heard of me for a while. The first positive. She treasures the pictures of me in uniform. She sent me letters, too—I have no doubt now that they were full of apologies, begging for forgiveness for her murder attempts. But I didn’t think that at the time. I thought she wanted to torment me. I admit it now: I burned the letters. I never knew how proud of me she was, that I was intelligent and brave to join the armed forces and perhaps sacrifice my life. I never knew I had a little sister or that my mother even loved me. I didn’t want to read those letters. I burned them all.
After the rigors of training, we were informed that the rumors were true: we would be implanted with AIs. Artificial Intelligences that could read our thoughts. I didn’t like that. I didn’t want anyone to know my past. But I had no choice. I was implanted with Delta. At first, he annoyed me—he was too logical, too stiff, too…artificial. I resented him. I didn’t work with him when I could get away with it. I didn’t like anyone. Well, there were some people I could get along with—on those few rare days when Tex wasn’t in a bad mood, she might have liked me. I don’t know. I avoided people. I’m a paranoid coward, tried to stay out of the way after I opened the doors. I didn’t want to think about what I was enabling my peers to do by doing my duty. After all…I was getting paid to do what I loved…
My life changed with a few harsh words. Tex was in a bad mood. I was in a bad mood. She had been arguing with her AI, and so had I. I don’t know what exactly Tex was arguing about, but she was furious. Having just finished training, she was still on an adrenaline rush. As for me…I was having trouble with the joints in my armor; they weren’t moving properly. Delta wanted me to get it checked out, it was hindering movement, liability, blah, blah, blah. Irritated, I pulled off my helmet. As I walked past Tex, I said something…rude. Snide. I don’t recall what exactly I said, but it was bad. Tex was so angry she punched me hard as she could in my left eye with her armored fist. I was literally thrown back several feet, and I instantly felt the utmost agony. I couldn’t open my eyes for ten minutes, and it was filled with tears at the pain. I was immediately taken to George’s clinic, while someone thoughtfully grabbed my helmet so that D could be with me. Once I could see out of my eye, it was judged that the blow had permanently damaged my left optic nerve. I would never be able to see out of it again.
I was angry. Maybe not as angry as George was, but I was angry. I had slowly let myself trust people more, and now I saw that I could not. I should not. So I would not. Once I put on the helmet again, I slowly began to open up to Delta. He was in my head—there wasn’t much I could do. D began to loosen up—he let me call him by a nickname. I began to like and trust him more and more as my confidence in my species eroded once more. And there was more in store. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that there will always be more to sour me on all noodles. Because I was no longer fit for duty in combat situations—and I was occasionally called out for combat situations—I was reassigned to be partnered to Agent Carolina—Melissa Warren. I don’t know if she liked me at first, but as soon as we got a little bit closer to each other, she seemed to have developed a crush on me. She opened up. I soon learned that Rho and Ayin had driven her mad, destroyed her, made her suicidal. I was sickened by the beautiful and intelligent woman trying to kill herself. Sickened by the plasma grenades she stuck to her skin. Sickened by what had befallen her. I began to hate people once more, especially Rho and Ayin. Their dislike for me started around then. For me and for D.
When Epsilon suicided, they told us to report for removal. By then, Carolina had lost her AIs and been retired from active duty. But I couldn’t leave D. He seemed to actually care for me. He didn’t delve into my past, didn’t drive me crazy, didn’t play with my body. To him, I was everything to him. I admit I liked that. It sounds egotistical, but then, no one had liked me. To everyone before D, I was just another person. He made me feel special—almost as special as I knew he was. He was the special one. So it wasn’t just that he was part of my mind that I couldn’t give him up. I didn’t want to give him up. Delta was mine. He was mine and I wouldn’t let anyone take him from me. I had to use all my skills at escape, evasion, and lockpicking to escape Command, but I did.
We began a life of evasion, traveling from place to place, only staying in one apartment for a few months. I made my money by breaking into shops, which was easier now that I had an AI to jam the surveillance cameras. It all changed when I chanced to meet a woman named Melissa at a shop—during daylight hours. I was there on legal and legitimate business. I don’t actually steal everything I have. Anyway, we started talking. Melissa was an interior decorator, intelligent, pretty. Melissa #3. I have bad luck with women named Melissa. My mother, my partner, and my now late ex-girlfriend. Melissa and I started going out. D encouraged it—I needed some companionship. I admit, I fell in love with Melissa. Trusted her. Poured out my heart to her. I needed this, a little love. I was foolish. I didn’t realize by then how important D was to me—well, I knew he was important. But I didn’t realize that I spent almost all my waking moments with him. A couple years previous to this he had begun to read to me. I couldn’t sleep anymore without him reading to me since I could no longer read to myself. I would sneak away from Melissa at night to listen to him read to me.
Melissa didn’t like that. She was jealous. She wanted me to give him up, like he was a bad habit, or an addiction. Like he was something disgusting and embarrassing. When I wouldn’t give D up voluntarily, she decided to play dirty. She started to write letters to Command to tell them exactly where I was. One day, she was driving her car back from a shopping trip. She wasn’t paying attention. If I had been there, I might have been able to stop her, to save her life. But she was killed. Dazed with grief, I went through her personal belongings. That was when I found out about those letters. I got so drunk that night, and the night after, and the night after, that I was afraid I might die when I got hangover. I became an alcoholic, confused, depressed, almost suicidal. I blamed myself, I cursed her, I felt once more disenchanted with my species. D kept me alive. D prevented me from destroying myself utterly. Over the next few months, he figured out how to take physical form and started to comfort me. I was shocked when I first found out. But it gave me hope—and D a way to stop me from destroying myself. He confiscated the alcohol and we decided to clean up our apartment, pack our few belongings, and find a new place.
That was a Sunday afternoon. All quiet in the commercial district, a slightly overcast sky. As I was breaking into a shop, I heard the sound of a rifle being cocked behind me and heard a familiar voice tell me not to move. It was Tex. She needed my help breaking into a secure facility. I brought her back to my apartment and we discussed it. D was against it, but I had the final say. I wanted revenge for my lost eye, and I thought that letting Tex into a base and letting her get the information to kill O’Malley would finish it off quite nicely. It didn’t work out that way. You see, she needed help after breaking in to capture Wyoming. She couldn’t find anyone else, so I would have to take up a gun and help her. I balked, tried to wriggle out of it, but she left me no choice but to follow through on my promise. Three days later at the base, however, I came up with a plan. Once Wyoming had shot me—in the arm—I told D to tell Tex that I was dying. She fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. D played along, and not only did everyone leave me alone, but I think Tex felt remorse for not telling me about killing until later. I still feel sorry for the Red soldier I killed…I don’t like killing…
D put me to sleep to keep our story believable. When I came to and he came out of standby, we learned to our horror that my armor had activated its recovery beacon. I had to change out of my armor and into a new suit, painted white (a stiff stuffed inside my own), while D left a copy of himself in my old armor. He himself stayed with me in physical form. I also took one of the two healing devices in my armor—the one that was in ill repair. I told D to hide when I saw Agent Washington coming—we soon learned that he was a recovery agent, Recovery One. He began talking with D’s copy. The copy was pretty good, but I know more about D than anyone else. I could tell it was fake. It wasn’t exactly like him. It was good enough to have motion trackers, however, so it could tell that I was not as inert as I should have been.
D and I escaped. After Wash left, however, and we found the Mongooses that Tex and I had rode to the location, we were attacked by the Meta. In a panic, we separated. I lost him for the next several months. I traveled from town to town in a daze. I made money in the only way I could; continuing to break into stores, staying in cheap hotels, never staying in one place for more than two weeks. I finally came here, to this city, and heard about the Lucky Noodle Shop. Curious, I came and hung out one evening. I was looking around the room when I saw, to my shock, D! I had found him! D and I were reunited, and I think it was then that I first began to feel true love for him. I took him back to my hotel that night, but the next morning, we started looking around for an apartment. We settled down, started securing the apartment, made a new life for ourselves. We began to fall in love with each other. Finally, one day, we both realized our love. To this day, we don’t remember our…first time…but right off the bat we had Kyna and Yvette. We were shocked, and I was worried—did I love D enough to be a good parent to my daughters? Yes. I do. I love D with every cell in my body, every heartbeat, every breath, every essence of my soul. D and I can never be separated. We love each other.
The rest you probably already know…we raised Kyna and Yvette without any problems. When Carolina arrived, she still had a crush on me, seduced me, and we had the boys, Lawrence, Raleigh, and Lyon. I wanted to keep Lyon, but Rho and Ayin beat me and kidnapped him. Raleigh escaped and D and I raised him. That wasn’t fun, but when he was an adult, Rho and Ayin…they broke into the apartment…it’s hard for me to talk about…but they raped my family. Not me. They spared me. But they hurt Lyon, Raleigh…even D…after that, Raleigh mellowed out. D was frightened and wouldn’t talk to anyone for days. I almost became an alcoholic again. But he returned, and after that we moved out to a new apartment, where those two fiends can’t find us. Raleigh soon became a father with Tex’s illegitimate son, CT. CT reminds me a bit of a younger me—violent, rebellious, with parents whose love turned to hate and tried to kill him. They had three children, Nate, Jenna, and Epic. Raleigh and CT could only take care of one child at a time, though Raleigh was still living with us. They asked us to take care of Epic. I agreed to it. Epic was always quiet, hated talking to us, and practically worshipped CT and Raleigh. It broke his heart when Raleigh moved out of the house without telling him. Eventually Epic calmed down, and we’ve been able to raise him successfully.
Not long after, D and I had a son, Dominic. He and Epic still live with us, and I can honestly say now that I have never been happier in my entire life, despite of what has happened to us, and despite of the flu I just got over. I have a family I love who loves me, a mate I can trust, and even a few friends. Life is good—now let’s hope it stays that way.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 3:53 pm
Breedings
Delta: Yvette (f), Kyna (f)
Carolina: Lawrence (m), Raleigh (m), Lyon (m)
Delta: Dominic (m)
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