-Refer to Devon Tor'Ielle's history (it's up now)

Jayce:-

-has bright green eyes and flaxen hair
-Is two years younger than Devon
-plays the drums; learnt since she was adopted by Michael Ielle at the age of 11, when her parents died (Parents were Kalla, Michael was a close friend)
-is very strong in the Aspect of Rhythm, with secondary in Melody
-was very close with Devon and Michael (familial ties kinda close); Jayce adored Devon, and even liked him (that way, yes) for a time
-BUT she was capture by Savants six years ago
-Ielle died trying to free her then (he didn't succeed, so Jayce went on to be kept in stasis for 6 years)
-Has the mentality of a 14 year old but physical age of 20
-Was kept in the same facility as Benjamin (also another up-for-grabs character), but managed to escape by herself before the other Kalla came to the rescue

Any questions, please reply to this thread Jayce is quite central to one of the plot lines, so...

This is just something I wrote that was supposed to be the Prologue of Ultimately Indefinite, but since I conceptualised Chois:2R2M I might as well put it in here Apply for Jayce! She's an interesting chara (or you can make her interesting, heh..)

She was here again, after so long. There was no one here at the moment but the attendants -- a skeleton crew, really, given that so many of the machines operated themselves. The sleek, shiny machines offering ponderous oblivion to another world, for however short a time.

Everything was so different, yet the atmosphere remained as it was in Master's time, almost as if his touch, invisible yet all-pervasive, still had a hand in how the place functioned. In a way, this was true, she supposed. He had been the one who had taught them all they knew.

Slowly and a little stiffly, she walked around the machines, trailing one hand over the smooth metal surfaces. The attendants looked askance at the girl, dressed in a faded blue shirt and worn jeans, but because she was making her weaving way toward the central counter of the arcade, made no move to stop her...

In the background, the sultry voice of a woman crooned softly, lyrics obscured by the intoxicating beat of slow tribal drums. She closed her eyes, letting the stirrings of jade green surge for just a moment within her, pulsing to the beat, before quickly suppressing it, matching action to movement as her eyes snapped open and she glanced furtively around. Surprisingly enough, no one seemed to have noticed, nor did anyone swoop down on her for the unauthorised Command.

Why had she made the Command, anyway? It had been so unconsciously that she had done so, for the first time in the two days since her freedom from imprisonment. She had not even checked for a viable shield beforehand -- and she did not dare to do so now, lest she were discovered after her inadvertent slip.

"How can I help, Miss? You seem a little lost, by my reckoning."

She looked up hurriedly, only to see the attendant at the counter smiling gaily at her, laugh lines appearing around her clear blue eyes.

"I...I am. It's been a while --"

She did not know, did not dare to hope that he would still be here. The odds were small that he would -- maybe the instance of Master Ielle's touches about the arcade were only of her imagining. A lot of other people probably still insisted on going against the trend and playing alternative music in their arcades, or upon human attendants when androids could do the job as well or better, just because they felt that the "human touch" was so vitally important...

"Well, since I'm free now, and you're lost, would you like to talk about it, perhaps?" The woman grinned winsomely. "My name is Jan Leray, yours would be...?" She motioned to the tag fastened on her shirt, and the golden letters printed there -- "JAN M. LERAY, MANAGER".

The girl hesitated for a moment, a little surprised to find the manager doing the work of an attendant, but shrugged and replied, "Jayce...Tor'Ielle. Pleased to be of acquaintance, Ma'am."

Jan looked up sharply at the girl -- Jayce, she had said? -- who behaved so politely yet was dressed so...scruffily was the best way to describe it. And her last name -- but no matter, the poor girl looked half-starved, and Jan wondered why she had stumbled into an arcade, of all places. Not that the Arcadia was just an arcade, but Jan did not recognise the girl as any of the Kalla.

Silence stretched out, punctuated only by the drumbeats of the song that was still playing.

Jayce had a sudden thought, then, that if he were still here he might not want to see her. It had been a while, she had said, and she hadn't been lying. From a newspaper she had scrounged last night, it had been almost exactly six years ago that she had been taken by those who wanted to enslave the secrets of the Kalla. It had been entirely by chance that she had found this arcade again -- the place she had escaped from was just a few block away.

She could hardly believe her luck when, after an entire day and night of wandering about in a haze, she had recognised one of the colourful signs on the street. Still, no matter what, eight years was such a long time. Would he have forgotten her? It couldn't be, she would never have, him, but had he tried looking for her, even? She had been so near -- she couldn't bear to think he had chosen not to save her on purpose. She could not, would not think such ill of her fellow disciple. No, after six years, if he were still here, he would be an Adept or Mentor by now, and she still at the level she was at fourteen, with only the vaguest memories of her past six years, spent being alternately drugged, questioned, and placed under stasis for inspection...