Rebekka

"Alright," Ryo said plainly taking the man's hand. "Now, what's the plan?" He asked.

"Simple, We Run." and with that, Rebekka took off, trying to lead Ryo by the hand up on the stair-like arrangement of crates, and onto the roof ways, like a ninja in a movie. Rebekka paused only to kick over the crates, so that the gang of would-be oranger's didn't follow too easily, before running across the rooftops, hopefully with Ryo alongside him. 

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Rebekka watched as the pink haired man apparently suddenly walked out.

Torn between wanting to follow him, and going to see about starting up some other chain of tasks, Rebekka strided away, casting one last glance at Kaleed. The unsavory big man had a message panel open.

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[elam retrohS .deriah kniP .oyR]

Glimpsing the message screen, Rebekka didn't recognise the backwards letters, so he paid it no mind and did his best to vanish, before Kaleed could start up again with being Not-Nice. Walking down the street, he was still torn between thanking the pink-haired one, and just letting it go, but something was ambiently..... Off. Even though it was a videogame, and had set parameters, there was still something which was out of place. Rebekka had a bad feeling about .. Something.

He had gone several blocks, and was near the edge of the town when he realized ! kniP was Pink, backwards ! Kaleed was siccing his much more lethal friends onto Ryo, describing him for them ! Rebekka had to do something !

Sprinting back the way he had come, he passed the cantina, pausing only to draw up the town map, and zoomed in on Ryo, who was surrounded by 6 other dots, not far from where Rebekaa was. Running again, Rebekka rand the rest of the block, and turned the corner, seeing Ryo again, and 6 scary looking folks. Pushing himself onward, Bekka hopped up onto a stack of crates, and then leaped, landing next to Ryo in a 3-point superhero landing. Still crouched, he held out his hand to the pink-haired man, and spoke a movie line "Come with me if you want to live." Rebekka smiled at his own cheesy ham-ness, in spite of himself, but it isn't every day that he had the opportunity to possibly save a cute boy from (dun-dun dunnnn) Certain Death.

Rebekka stopped short at 'Mr. pink-haired's stopping him. "Wait here." was all he said. Rebekka's curiosity was piqued, and so he stood more or less where he was at, turning to see what was going to happen. Bekka wasn't disappointed; the pink-haired one bought a drink, just to salute Kaleed's face with it, who reacted by falling backwards out of his tall bar chair, yelping like the dog he was.

Rebekka couldn't help but to giggle in a most girly manner. Other people also laughed at the suddenly-put-out Kaleed. Unsavory Turn-about is indeed fair play. Rebekka spoke as Kaleed managed to angrily scrape himself back together. "It seems that we Both wear the grog quite well, No ?" he said, in a dryly mocking manner, wiping a fingerful of the sticky grog off of his own face, and flicking it in Kaleed's general direction. 

It had been quite some time since That Day. The day when the sky turned blood red, and they were not only all trapped, and threatened with sudden death, but also forced to become their real selves. 

Everyone else had more or less swiftly started adventuring, building themselves up with higher and higher armors, weapons and such. Not Rebekka, unfortunately. He had hoped that this virtual world would be a regular escape from the consecutive stacking of mounting gender dysphoria and depression, the kind of relentlessly gnawing sensation that would drive one mad.... 

For a time, Rebekka did indeed go crazy, but, in due time, he adjusted, little by little, while also wandering to and fro, still equipped in the Basic Starting Gear; pants, brown leather vest, leather strappy boots, dagger. He did minor tasks like chopping down trees as they regenerated, or picking herb flowers, and the like. Tasks which didn't earn him any XP, but which  made decent money, given the sheer amount of time spent at doing them.

He was still unsteady, but, also decently capable. Currently, he was at a cantina in the Town of Beginnings, having finished up a final 'fetch' task.

And then, it happened again. someone called out "Hey, you. Tall boy." and Rebekka turned around, just in time to catch a face full of drink. It was Kaleed, a member of one of the more unsavory sorts of players. Not so bad as to take to murdering others and going Full Orange, but he was definitely someone who was no fun to be around, unless you were enough like him that it would be fun for you to be nasty as a way to amuse yourself.

"I insist that you stop sloshing me." Rebekka said, an unsteady scowl on his face as the wine dripped off of his cheeks and chin. Kaleed shot back "Or you WHAT ? Huh ? You ain't got the levels ta face off wit' ME, Nancy !" and derisively laughed in Rebekka's face. 

Seeing no other choice, Rebekka turned on a heel, and made to stride away past a shorter man, who had sort of reddish pink hair, trying to keep the tears in just long enough to not cry in front of Kaleed. Unsurprisingly, this caused the other man to renew mocking Rebekka. 

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• Halcyonine, rank 1 Rapier
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Username: Rebekka
Real name: Ronald Black
Age: 28
Sexual Orientation: Transexual (MTF)
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0"

About

History

Born into a US Navy/ US Marines family, Ron, as a son and middle child, was expected to do great things, and secure the Family Legacy. Unfortunately, it did not turn out to be so. After spending a childhood on all kinds of school-doctor pushed drugs which mind-wiped him, he awakened to High School as a fresh creature. Finding that he identified more with girls than with boys, Ron caught alot of problems, and was driven to see the school library as a sanctuary, where s/he delved first into the world of sci-fi fiction, forming a 'space alien' sort of outsider identity, and then discovering that there was indeed a word for boys who desperately wanted to be women. Ron was Transgender.

Exiting high school and being beset by hardships both internal and external, Ron/Rebekka delayed entering the workforce, and much to the violent chagrin of his father and uncle, staunchly refused military service. Ron moved in with a roommate, and interned at homeless shelters as a batch cook, at libraries as a book intake handler, and in scavenging older video game consoles and older computers from the trash, learned alot about computer hardware, and made-sold custom computers. Naturally, Ron/Rebekka also went to the local LGBT center, and often attended the group meetings. Somewhat unfortunately, he had no capacity to learn programming, so he had to parcel out the software side to a friend. 

Building a custom gaming computer out of several laptops, and afew other parts from desktops and gaming consoles, Bekka built The Citadel, fitted into a very cyberpunk looking double-stack tower server casing, with cool lights and fans and exposed wires and paneling and such. 

Rebekka got into online gaming when the more local homeless shelters had to close down, due to funding cuts. Afew months after winning the Kansas State-champion title for Halo ranked-match competitions, the big announcement came; NerveGear, and the first VRMMORPG, Aincrad. Ron was one of the few americans who could be on that like white on rice in a blizzard. As such, he pre-ordered the Nerv helmet, and a limited edition disc copy of the game. 

The day came, and Rebekka was very satisfied with her character avatar, carefully crafted to reflect Her Inner Self. Ron-Bekka suspected and mused that VR games might be a way to try to outpace and stave off his constant gender dysphoria, until such time as s/he could get a vehicle, and hormone pills. S/he sat on the bed, putting the NerveGear helmet on, plugged it into The Citadel, which had been on for the past hour, laid down, and activated it.

~ Link, Start. ~

She enjoyed what the game was like so far. Ron-bekka enjoyed being a Her, in the VR world; tall, curvy, feminine face, and such. And then,  It all went right off the cliff. They were notified of being trapped, and worse, Rebekka's game avatar was then forcibly shifted back to Male, with his Real Face. He lost it, going alittle crazy and crying like a baby, and wandered around for some time, in the town of beginnings, in a mental fog of shock. 

Ron-Rebekka in real life, outside of Aincrad

Virtues:

Idealist. Rebekka is one who seeks to be the More Ideal version of him/herself. Because of this, s/he keeps fairly close to what he thinks is right to do, such as being truthful, being kind, being nice where possible, and the like. This belief in holding to Idealism, stems partly from his belief that he was a space alien in a past life, and that it is his/her inherent inborn nature to be as morally Good as possible, perhaps Especially Because they are all stuck in the death game now.

Quick, Quiet, and Wary. Due to years of bullying in the real world, Rebekka is very fast, and has abit of a talent for sniffing out when trouble is just around the corner. This allows him to more or less disappear, sneak around, and/or just barely dodge attacks which others might not see coming. Rebekka is not normally one to charge into battle unless very confident of a victory (or when finally angered), preferring to fight side-long and somewhat asymmetrically.

Adaptable. Rebekka is not one to make too detailed plans, and tries to not have too many expectations of something, instead preferring to more or less react. Because of this, he is kind of zen-like at times, and can easily adapt to an unexpected twist in a situation. Because of this, he is sometimes more creative than usual, and can think outside of the box. He is also very patient and even-tempered, unless a hot-button of his is pushed.

Witty/Punny. Bekka is fairly intelligent, and enjoys puns and wordplay, of various types and levels. While not actively humorous or comedic, s/he is know to crack rather dry jokes and make funny references to puns and/or other things, such as various in-jokes and pop culture references.  During times of pessimism, his jokes can get pretty dark and off-putting. 

Flaws: 

Idealist. Sometimes, Bekka may have trouble reconciling what is, with what should be. This can lead him to be obsessed with some element of truth or justice, as he sees it, but, which may not be practical. This can cause him to be unpredictable, zealous, or even vengeful. 

Dependant / Follower. Rebekka is not the sort of person who readily takes command in social or combat situations. Socially, s/he much prefers to follow, letting others set the mood and such. He is not as confident as he should be, and is sometimes pessimistic.

Socially Awkward/ Needy. Because Bekka often spends time observing people rather than actually interacting with them, it is hard for him to be social, and so he ends up fading into the background. However, he is also sometimes lonely, and in need of company, even when he cannot say so. He much prefers the company of women, in a generally non-romantic setting.