A multi-tiered city. Those at the very top live the life of luxury never having a worry in the world. But the lower you get thing change; Elite, upper-class, upper middle-class, lower middle-class, lower-class, and then the very bottom. Bottom of the barrel scum as most would say. Those who lost it all or were unfortunate enough to never have anything at all. Character 1 they live near the top caught somewhere between upper class and upper middle class. While Character 2 they live at the bottom. Two VERY different lives, past and present. But what the future holds for them well that is something no one would expect.
Character 1 has grown tired of the life they live, they want to know what more this world is than the level they are on. They sneak out, rebel against their family only to find themselves stuck between a rock and a hard place as they lay in the muck of the ground in some darkened ally way while rain falls on them...
Full Name: Norah Amberlee Sorrento Nickname: Ray, Norrie Age: 25
XXXXXXXXXXThe Appearances
Height: 5'3" Hair: Pink, cut in a jagged hairstyle | Changes based on whims Eyes: Brown, flecks of gold Tattoos: Small ring of flowers around her right bicep - posies | Six birds on her left shoulder in a V formation Scars: Small scars on her fingertips, like papercuts and small punctures Piercings: Three in each earlobe | cuff on her right ear | industrial in her left Theme Song:[Move into the Light]
XXXXXXXXXXThe Little Things
Likes: Sweet treats, sunlight, books Dislikes: Small spaces, being cold, water chestnuts Personality: Norah is impulsive and hard to pin down. When she gets something in her mind, she goes towards it 100% Laughs easily, and tries to stay cheerful, even when she's not. Tends to keep her complicated feelings under wraps as much as possible.
XXXXXXXXXXThe Background
Family: Father - Julian Micheal Sorrento | Mother - Renata Amelia Sorrento | Brother - Ezra Gabriel Sorrento Background: Norah was born into the upper middle class of the city. She was raised in a home where she wanted for nothing. However, Norah's gaze refused to stay where she was. She saw the city as broken, and wanted more from her life than to just settle into place and take something she had never earned. She wants better for her city. And she definitely wants better for those down below. So she left home, and decided to burn her own path... no matter where that took her.
XXXXXXXXXXThe Base
Full Name: Luca Novak Nickname: N/A Age: 37 Gender: Male Orientation: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Bot repair man Current Place of Residence: -The Ground-
XXXXXXXXXXThe Little Things
Likes: Solitude, the quiet, gardening, repairing bots Dislikes: Strangers, those who live on the upper levels, Personality: He is quiet and reserved on the outside using it like armor or a shield, but there is a split in his personality, when triggered he can become quite uncanny with how opposite he acts
XXXXXXXXXXThe Appearances
Height: 6" Hair: Blonde Eyes: Hazel Tattoos: N/A Scars: Two prominant ones on his face, one on his right cheek, another over his left eyebrow more on his forhead. [[See Here]] Piercings: N/A Theme Song:Hearing Damage
XXXXXXXXXXThe Background
Family: Father - Deceased | Mother - Deceased | Background:Born to lower middle class parents, Luca was an only child his parents provided for him the best they could. From an early age his parents knew there was something off about him. Like their were two different "Luca's ". Split personality turns out and it impacted his like growing up unfortunately. At 19 his parents passed, a freak accident some would say, others would find it suspicious. But the official news they were caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Luca turned to mercenary work for money, going from lower class to the ground. In his adult years he was picked up by the military for his " natural skills " and they used that to their advantage until he was discharged, that's when he wen dark. Living on the ground he keeps to himself now, repairing old bots preferring their company over humans.
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2026 6:36 pm
There was something to be said about the amount of mischief one could get into with enough audacity, time, and the right set of circumstances.
Her footsteps pounded on the walkways as she ran across bridges that should have been familiar, but were definitely not. Her movements took her from building to building, and though she went inside none of them, interruptions to her pace were made consistently to handle the change of texture beneath her feet.
Her black sneakers were not built for this kind of running. The red laces had been meant for standing on well manicured fields while she cheered rather than for any athletic fashion.
Norah makes her way through the areas, yelling out apologies when she hit strings of laundry, holding court with the idea that perhaps there were people who cared about them. She would apologize several times. To laundry. To baskets. To open windows. To a cat she passed on the way and startled. And even to a flock of birds that she darted through, scattering them to the wind.
When the day had started, she had woken up in the comfort of her own bed. Breakfast had gone without a hitch. She had attended her lessons without complaint. However, then Trent had happened. Stuck up, horrible, future ruining Trent. He had been so loud, talking about those down in the lower regions of the city. Down below, where none of them had been for more than a dare and a quick jaunt.
A lark.
She had lost her temper. And then, upon going home, her father had lost his temper. When all was said and done, tempers had run amok, and Norah had left out her window with a satchel of her belongings, and a rebellious streak a mile wide. After all, she could not bear to be around people who seemed to think that things were just fine as they were.
The city was broken.
Norah was certain.
But somehow, the idea of lingering in a place around people who refused to see that--who refused to allow for the idea of fixing it--she couldn't bear it any longer.
A childish thought, she mused, as she dove around one more corner.
Things have been going rather well until she tried bartering for food in the market. How was she to know that they wouldn't accept her cards? That they used different currency in the rest of the city than stupid trust fund kids used in their day to day life?
There was too much she was ignorant of.
Yet, those cards held worth to someone, because she had been cornered by men demanding them. And so she ran. No plan. Just vibes. Like she usually did. And now, she was hiding on a skinny ledge, quite lost, and quite frustrated with herself. Her white shirt clung to her with the sweat that seemed to mist every inch of her skin, and she was starting to regret the leather of her jacket. The jeans she wore were questionable at best. Though she would examine that later.
"Stupid, Norah...." she mutters the words darkly.
It was then, perhaps, that her luck ran out. Just one misstep while turning, and she found herself losing purchase on that ledge, and falling backwards. Her final thought as she fell, was of how perhaps she needed to think her actions through just a little bit more.
Just a little bit would go a long way.
The next thing she knew, she was on the ground. A pile of old tech had cushioned her fall. Though, cushioned was a rather strong word. More like broke her fall. And definitely broke something in her. Groaning, she brings one hand to the burning sensation in her side. Lifting her fingers so that she could look at them, she groans as her brown eyes barely focus on the red staining her tips.
At least she wasn't dead.
That was something.
Though what that ended up being, she would have to figure out later. For now... she was very tired.
Luca Novak, a man of few words. A man of mystery some might say. His days started and ended the same, bleeding into one another. This he did not mind, the routine, the habits they kept something within him at bay. And today was no different. He woke up, made coffee, stood in the kitchen staring blankly at the counter as he sipped it. No breakfast. After coffee, rinse the mug, set it out to dry. Then getting ready, worn cargo work pants, boots equally as worn and repaired. A plan t-shirt with a long sleeve over shirt. All weathered with wear and tare. The same thing every morning.
After getting ready Luca walked to the front door, grabbing the bag of tools by it, he unlocked the many manual locks on it. Though he fixed old bots, tech was not a favorite of his. Leaving his apartment and locking it back up he began his usual trek. Here on the ground, things moved fast. People moved fast, criminals faster. Luca slung his bag of tools across his body as he walked to the train, from there he took the train to the scrap yard. Did he daily work of fixing old bots and collecting old tech. Once the days work was done it was back onto the train, back home. No unnecessary stops. Well until today.
As Luca headed back to his apartment he heard the sudden sound of something falling. Which would not have been unusual if it wasn't followed by a groan. Stopping, against his better judgment, he turned his head toward the sound, down a tight ally. Atop a pile of scrapped old tech...was that a person. Luca's hand moved to grip the strap of his tool bag as his eyes stayed focused on the mass on top of the pile of junk. Hands calloused and covered in dirt and grease.
Today, Luca diverted from his routine. Diverted from his path. Today Luca's life branched out in an unexpected route. Walking towards and down the tight ally his eyes focused more, it was a body. A woman and she was alive...well kind of. Looking over her then up, where the hell had she come from. Looking back down at her, at her clothes now...she wasn't from the ground.
Clenching his jaw he let out a heavy breath through his nose and moved towards the pile of old tech, reaching out he moved the woman that lay before him, eye darting to the red staining her side. He muddled over the thoughts in his head. He could leave her, most would. But he found himself reaching down and grabbing her, picking her up much like one would pick up a fallen soldier. He placed her over his shoulders as he turned. Exiting the ally way and back into the fast paced crowds of the streets.
He kept his eyes forwards, as most people did. You don't question things down here. That's how you end up 6 feet below the ground. No one stopped him for having a woman over his shoulders. No one gave questioning looks. Always mind your own down here, or learn the hard way to do so.
It was not long before he was back at his apartment, dingy and unassuming from the outside. Metal shutters always down covering the front window. Unlocking the many he locks, he pushed open his front door ands stepped inside. All while she still was over his shoulders. He closed and relocked the door behind him before he moved further into the small apartment. A single room if you didn't count the bathroom as its own room. Luca set the woman down on his couch slowly. He didn't say anything as he moved away and took off his tool bag. Placing it back by the front door.
Across from the couch recessed into the wall was a bed and a wardrobe. The coffee table in front of the couch had an old drone bot on it. Its components placed neatly next to it all laid out like some sort of anatomy book.
Again silently Luca walked through his apartment, to the bathroom where he grabbed a small metal box. A first aid kit. Exiting the bathroom and walking into the main room he stood just a few feet from the couch. Tapping the first aid kit in his hand. Thinking. Help her, or let her help herself.
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2026 7:44 pm
Norah felt like the world was existing in flashes.
The first flash. Someone bent over her. Looking at her. Seeing if she was alive. She wanted to tell them she was still alive. Tell them that she had really messed up, and perhaps it was best to leave her here to reap the consequences of those actions. But also, she wanted to tell them that she didn't want to stay here. It would be a shame for this to be the end of her rather stubborn adventure.
The second flash. They were moving through the streets. She wasn't sure when he had scooped her up. But her arm was over his shoulder, and she was moving through the streets towards somewhere. She wanted to ask where they were going. Where he was taking her. But really, she was just grateful to not be in that pile of tech.
He smelled nice.
Her side hurt.
The third flash. A ceiling. Unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. It wasn't the sky. She was inside somewhere. Norah's gaze moves slowly over what she could see, a small sound exiting her lips as she tries to remember how to say something. Anything out loud would be fine. She could ask where she was. Ask who had brought her here. Ask why her side had stopped hurting somewhere along the way.
The last flash had her turning her head to the side. A sound. Tapping. Her brown eyes focus slowly on the man. He was fuzzy around the edges. She was sure that wasn't how people were supposed to be. A smile drifts over her face and she mouths words. But she forgot to make noise. That was rather important, wasn't it?
She focuses for a moment.
Then, she tries one more time, her brown eyes staying on that strange, fuzzy figure. "Who..." A thought makes her pause, a frown replacing the frown in what she felt was slow motion. It felt like she was existing in a place of flashes and slow motion. That wasn't quite right, but she couldn't put her finger on why. "Where...?" That question made more sense, all things considered. A soft chuckle escapes and she winces.
The chuckle felt like it knocked something loose inside of her. Norah was pretty sure laughs weren't supposed to do that.
"Ah." She pauses, her gaze returning to her fingers as she lifts them up. They still had that red on them. It was murky to try and remember why. "I fell..." It was starting to piece together in her mind.
But the more she cleared her mind for thinking clearly, the more she realized that the pain was coming back. Norah grimaces, closing her eyes for a moment.
Luca stayed there, knelt by the side of the couch. Watching, studying the woman he had found upon a pile of rubbish and old tech. He was quiet as she tried to speak. Tried to come up with the right question.
The first word she spoke Who. Of course she would want to know who he was. The second word Where another valid question to ask. She went from, well wherever she had fallen from, to a pile of rubbish and now a stranger's dwelling.
His brows moved together only for a brief moment as she grimaced in pain. He flexed his jaw as she spoke again. So she was trying to piece together what had happened. Luca took in a steady breath and let it out as he opened the first aid kit by his knee.
What he pulled out was not something she would have been accustomed to. Not that he would know that. A small triangle shaped tube, with a needle sticking out of it. Morphine. His hands moved to her arm pulling up her jacket sleeve, his hands were rough. Calloused hands of a working man, dry. He stuck the needle into a vein in her arm."Deep breaths". He now finally spoke for the first time.
A deep voice, rough like his hands, but it had a smooth edge to it. His word came calmly, as if he didn't have a stranger injured on his couch. The morphine would soon take over, and lead her into a relaxed state. Relaxed enough for him to try and treat her injury.
And in time it did, and he went to work. Moving her jacket out of the way. And lifting her shirt just enough to reach the wound. He cleaned it thoroughly, patched it up. And dressed it. As for the broken rib, there was not much he could do about that.
No bruising so it hadn't punctured anything. He wrapped her torso a bit more on the tight side. In hopes to keep things more 'secure'. When things were all said and done Luca stood and moved her. Cradling her in his arms this time, he moved her from the couch to his bed.
Turning his attention to his couch. Blood. The mess. He chewed the inside of his lip as he stared at it. His right pointer finger twitching at his side. Licking his lips he pulled himself from his stare and into the kitchen where he grabbed a rag, a bowl, soap and peroxide. Filing the bowl with warm water he brought everything to the couch and began to clean it.
He scrubbed and scrubbed till he could no longer see or smell the blood. Once satisfied he got up from his knees gathering the, bowl, soap, cloth, and peroxide. He walked it all back to the kitchen place the supplies back in their rightful spots, the washing the bowl out three separate times before setting it on the drying rack. He moved to look at the woman on his bed for a long moment. Who was she, where was she from. He had the same questions for her as she had for him. His right index finger tapped on his leg three times before he pulled his attention away from her. Back to the couch, the floor. He moved back to the couch and cleaned the first aid kit up. Throwing away used items, and placing the kit back into the bathroom.
Clean.
To his wardrobe he walked, gathering clean clothes, and walking to the bathroom the door shutting with a click, the light flicked on. He took his dirty work clothes off and put them in a clothes hamper before turning the shower on. Once warmed up he entered the shower, letting hot water roll down his skin, he scrubbed at his hands. Grease and dirt. Cleaned under his finger nails. He continued with the rest of his body till satisfied he was clean. Exiting the shower and drying off. He dressed himself again. Plane black t-shirt. Sweat pants. Hanging his towel up to dry he exited the bathroom bare feet padding on linoleum flooring. He walked back to the couch and sat down. Watching the woman on his bed.
Why.
Luca's life branched off in more ways than one. He was no longer going to be living a quiet life. He didn't know it yet, but this single act of kindness. This one moment of straying from his path. It would change this life of his.
XXXXXXXXXXThe Base
