PRISM | Kismet

I blame my obsession with new york and apartment shopping

me: i dont rmb how to art
gale: scribble
me: i can do that

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C O N T A C T
Timezone: EST
Style: Headcanonry and then paragraph
RP Methods: Discord and docs

C O N S E N T . F O R M
Injury: y
Possession: y
Death: m

B A S I C . I N F O R M A T I O N

P R I S M . I N F O R M A T I O N

Codename: Kismet
Division: Intelligence
Rank: Deputy Executive
Weapon: ???

Base: 3 || Low level mystic
Current: 3 || Low level mystic

This is the first tier in which a person would be considered a mystic. At this level, people are able to see, hear, and hold a conversation with ghosts.

Strength: 2
Constitution: 5
Dexterity: 4
Intelligence: 10
Charisma: 8
Total: 29

C H A R A C T E R . I N F O R M A T I O N

[ Early Beginning: 0-15yrs ]
Abigail was, quite literally, born above death. Her beginning was in New York City to Dr. Nadia Kamiński, a medical doctor, and Mr. David Mortez, a funeral director, right above her father’s inherited workplace. Her mother was the kind of person that couldn’t bother with returning to the hospital to have a child, especially one she wasn’t fully invested in having.

Years later, in elementary school, Abigail was the source of trouble. After her daughter went briefly missing, twice, leaving elementary school to follow her “imaginary friends,” her mother could bother to hire a child psychologist. It was obvious to Abigail’s mother that Abigail clung to the preposterous idea that there were people who couldn't be seen by the normal eye. What was worse was the girl was completely unrepented of these ideas, and a pestilence in general. Dr. Kamiński’s hope of having an intelligent, level-headed successor to her medical legacy was, in her eyes, dead.

Disappointed and disgusted, Dr. Kamiński spent little time at home, and what little she did consisted of silencing her daughter. On the other hand, Abigail's father stayed home often, and would listen to his daughter talk, often remembering his brother who, in his childhood, would describe exactly what his daughter did. He did not mention this to his wife.

Abigail’s father was the one who suggested maybe they should move to Roosevelt Island, saying commuting wouldn’t be too bad, and make the change of scenery would refresh their daughter. It also meant a new school, and he was hopeful that perhaps their daughter could make actual friends, and real ones this time at that.

At first, Abigail fought it, as much as a 5 year old could. She’d be leaving her friends, the ones with translucent, wistful smiles behind. But there was only so much she could do, besides tantrums and pouting. Her father did his best to ease the move, and encouraged his daughter to make “different friends.” He would say “you are what you hang around, love” and tease her by saying she’d become see through, just like her friends. And as a 5 year old, she believed him, ceasing to engage with ghosts.

After that, Abigail settled into a new elementary school easily. She was social, liked to share, and gave plenty of hugs. Any sort of odd behavior, like looking in corners of the room where nothing was there, or incessant fidgeting, was improperly assumed to be ADHD. Other than that, Abigail's years there went by seamlessly, graduating with high grades.

Her mother was relieved, and began to hope again for a daughter who could live up to her own achievements, pushing her to do better. However, her mother still remained detached from the family, giving her life to her work at the hospital.

In middle school, now old enough to be conscious that no one else saw what she saw, Abby approached her father. He had never denied that what she saw, but it wasn’t like he had confirmed it either, or that they had even really directly spoke about it. The two had a talk, again without her father confirming or denying the existence of what she saw. But this time he specifically asked her to keep her sights and interactions to herself. Agreeing to listen to her father, she began to ignore what she saw to a higher degree and turn her attention even further towards her grades.

[ Highschool || 15-18yrs ]
Nothing out of the ordinary happened in high school besides Abigail’s realization that she could never please her mother. No amount of straight-A’s, no amount of hanging around would ever catch her mother’s eye. But maybe something else could: a bad attitude. She became terse and passive aggressive towards her mother, straining their relationship and the already fraying relationship between her parents as her father was forced to chose sides.

With this, the principle’s office saw quite a bit of her. Abigail came into making trouble like no other, pulling pranks on peers and teachers, breaking things, and generally being outright rude and offensive. There was no end to her energy, and not outlet for it either. Up until now Abigail had always been the teacher’s pet, the friend who was ready to help out. Now she was the teacher’s nightmare and the girl you stayed away from.

Surprisingly, she still did well academically. Homework was turned in wrinkled, wet, and torn, but it was without error.An additional upside to doing well, in Abigail’s opinion, was how her teachers accused her of cheating. A serious subject and accusation, but hilarious to her. It seemed nearly impossible for them to reconcile this problem child with the intelligent student Abigail's work illustrated.

What helped her stay engaged was school was interesting, and science was cool. Abigail put hours into studying it, reading books and the web.She started with biology freshman year, which was interesting, then chemistry and physics in her second year, but those were neatly discarded in favor of anatomy and physiology junior year. Web development, a simple, artsy coding-and-art class in junior year launched her into a productive summer of self-taught code and then a senior year of AP computer science.

The last two years of high school Abigail quieted down, her energy finally funneled into feeding her growing interest in technology and helping her father work at his funeral home. That latter was morbid, yes, but also cool and interesting. Or, at least, the dead people were. The crying, living people, not so much. She mostly worked at the desk or doors, but did all sorts of odd jobs and pleaded to rewrite the website’s code. It was ancient and didn’t easily conform to modern day platforms! . With all this time in the funeral home, she was also exposed to more ghosts, who she ignored despite a weakening resolve to.

Abigail started to take community college classes her junior year, doing her best to get her GEDs out of the way by the time she started college. She also started to speak to the funeral home’s drifting ghosts discretely mid junior year, unable to resist their mystery and lacking concern for her mother’s reaction if found out. She almost wanted her mom to, just to gain some sort of reaction.

Graduating in the top of her class, Abigail chided herself. If she hadn’t fooled around so much in the beginning of high school, maybe she’d be at the absolute top. Her mother said the same thing, but in less, more jaded words. Still, the girl was met with success, and scored a summer internship after graduation and before college at a technology start up and received training for coding, cybersecurity, and applications such as Splunk. It was mostly secretary work, but she spent her extra time learning from her senior colleagues, further developing her affinity for technology.

[ College || 18-27yrs ]
College was unremarkable. Abigail began to conform to normal appearance and attitudes, pushing herself to focus more on her studies than her social life. That didn’t mean she didn’t bother with ghosts, however. She spent a good amount of her free time exploring and hiking, seeking new places with old ghosts.

Abigail also decided on a new goal: to make her mother feel envious. She’d be more renowned in her own technology field than her mother was in her medical field, or ever could be.

By her second year of college she switched from pre-med to computer science. While her mother had not anticipated this, and naturally reacted badly, her daughter had and luckily didn’t lose any time to the switch.

On visits home Abigail would blatantly talk to ghosts, or sometimes just the air, to further peeve her mother. Her father wasn’t quite sure to be dismayed or proud of his daughter. On most of these visits she was there moreso for her friends, traveling to nearby areas to see them.

Thanks to her hard work, AP credits, and community college credits, Abigail graduated from Stanford University in three years. She then gained admittance to MIT earning a master after two years, and her doctorate after another four years. During her graduate career she worked remotely for a startup in San Francisco, as one of twelve developers. Abigail was doing it all, and doing it well. She was smug.

[ Career || 27-28yrs ]
Back at home, her parents functioned near independent of each other, but remained together for financial reasons and a lack of motivation to part. Abigail's mother was busy living her life in New York almost completely without contact with her family. Abigail’s father was busy with the funeral home, but not too busy to check on his daughter. Sadly, Abigail negated her relationship with her father, choosing to chatter with ghosts and coworkers back in SanFran.

After college Abigail headed to San Francisco, far away from home, and lived in a shoebox above a tattoo shop. Almost immediately when she arrived to work on-location, the operation crashed in burned, thanks to a disagreement between the partners who ran it.

Thankfully, before the first startup completely collapsed, Abigail was recruited to another startup as the lead developer after the last one left, which dealt with the medical field and cataloging patients. After being released, the product was quickly adopted by several hospitals and met with great success. Abigail gained the recognition in her industry that she had thirsted for, and that recognition came both from her specialty and her mother’s.

It felt worthless.

Having received a similar level of recognition her mother had, Abigail’s almost life-long obsession had come to a close. She was plagued with doubts. Had she really earned this? Did she even get into this startup by her own hard work, or was it all on her mother’s tailcoats? She still excelled at her job, but she no longer felt driven to better things. She took leave and used the time to arrange a transfer back to New York.

So much had happened in a year. Abigail moved back into her childhood home, above the funeral home, and decided to start over. She worked remotely for two weeks for the same startup company, though stepping down assuming a much smaller role.

[ PRISM || 28yrs+ ]
Shortly after, Keno approached her about an opportunity. She said yes, sending a quick email of resignation to the startup, and looked forward.