Name: Lana Prescott
|INT (7)||REF (8/ )||TEC (6)|
|COO (8)||ATT (9)||LUC (3)|
|MA (6)||BOD (4)||EMP (7/ )|
|Run (18)||Leap (4)||Lift (0)|
|SAVE (4)||BTM (-1)|
(5) Charismatic Leadership C
(6) Wardrobe/Style C
(5) Personal Grooming
(4) Seduction C
(4) Persuade/Fast Talk C
(8) Perform C
(4) Awareness/Notice C
(2) Composition C
(3) Education/Gen. Know
(6) Play Instrument – PIANO C
(Information in italics is delicate information, either currently unknown, difficult to find out, or simply rumor.)
Lana Prescott was the daughter of a singer in an upscale lounge in Kentucky, her father having died before she was born. She caught the wandering eye of a nomad passing through with his pack. He happened to be wanted in four different states for offenses ranging from minor thefts to assault with a deadly weapon, and was eventually killed by law enforcement officers during a botched heist not long after. The mother left the father’s name off the birth record, however, so his name was never publicized. She grew up exposed to the romantic ambiance of moody blues and upbeat jazz, and unsurprisingly began to sing at a young age. Her mother’s boss was charmed by the small girl’s skill and often allowed her up on the stage after school but before opening time, wearing her mother’s pearls and feather boa as she sang snatches of songs. She was a fast learner and under the doting gaze of the boss and the warm encouragement of the other singers and musicians that worked at the lounge, she learned all the classics. When she was a little older, the piano player also taught her to read music and play the piano as well, a talent that came in useful later on as she became more proficient.
By the time she turned eighteen, she was warming up with the singers and turning heads with not only her voice. She was delicate looking, slender and finely boned, with large guileless blue eyes and long pale blonde hair. Short work from a curler and the right makeup easily turned her into a feminine beauty out of bygone analog eras. The boss refused to let her sing alone on stage for the public however and when her mother passed away unexpectedly later that year, Lana took herself across town to another establishment and brought the house down with a stunning rendition of “Cry Me a River”. When the boss found out a week later after word got around about the new talent in town, he finally gave her permission to sing. She did so happily, going to college part time with the money she was making. She headlined most of the lounge’s best nights and always drew a quality crowd, much to the pleasure and pride of the boss. A few monied personages tended to frequent the lounge, including local politicians, corporate heads, and the like.
A year and a half later, tragedy struck when she was attacked by a man while going out to her car one night in what was deemed afterwards to be a random act of violence. She never saw his face as he grabbed her from behind and held a knife to her throat. When she gave a piercing scream, he apparently panicked and cut her throat with a knife before running off. Another singer emerged from the lounge behind her in time to see her fall, the sound of the man’s retreat already fading. Her coworker’s screams brought help but Lana had lost too much blood and was unconscious by the time an ambulance arrived. The med techs managed to revive her enroute to the hospital and administered an emergency transfusion. After a long surgery and more transfusions, she awoke in the hospital to find out her vocal cords had been damaged and that she’d likely never talk again, much less sing. She was devastated and fell into a depression, slowing her recovery. Meanwhile, the singer who had found her was telling everyone about what had happened and how Lana had lost her voice, and a very large sum of money found it’s way to the hospital to pay for her to receive the best care. Whoever sent the money managed to remain anonymous, despite any attempts at traces.
The next morning, a man in a suit came by the hospital with the credentials and contact information of an advanced cybernetics research and development company in the Chiba sector called Tsurigo. He told Lana the company could give her a voice again, for a price, and asked if she would be willing to meet to discuss the details. She agreed almost immediately and was flown to Japan a few days later on a private jet before being picked up by Tsurigo agents. They brought her to the company headquarters where a team of engineers and scientists were to explain the company’s work and what they wanted to do to help her. The company had been working on advanced vocalization algorythims for use with androids and other cybernetics, and they wanted to outfit her with one of their newest microprocessor chips that regulated and transmitted electronic sounds to give her a completely unique digital voice. This particular vocalizer chip may or may not actually be the first of it’s kind in this organic application, though Tsurigo states clearly and adamantly that it is and no one else is talking.
The downside was that these chips were very expensive and notoriously fragile; they were also susceptible to electromagnetic interference, which could cause a short resulting in pain or even outright death. The team suggested a full neck collar of protective materials to help against EM and physical damage, however Lana rebelled against the idea unless they at least allowed her to take part in it’s design. Compensation for the chip, the technology and procedures involved, turned out to be beyond anything Lana could have imagined much less afford- even with the startling amount her anonymous benefactor had donated- but Tsurigo was prepared for that. If she agreed to sign a clause to remain with the company for a minimum of seven years and undergo all required procedures and tests, they would use her to show their product was a success by making her a household name- the first person with a vocalizer chip. Her digital voice would be under their control, all publicity and earnings managed by them, though she would receive a percentage. She agreed after the details were ironed out and the work began.
For the protective collar, she chose a less hindersome approach, metal mesh lined with flexible non-conductive materials, and was fully outfitted and recovered a month later. The tests were recorded for research and deemed a success, though modifications were scheduled to further tune the vocal database to her personal preferences. She began to sing out of habit afterwards and was surprised to hear that while it sounded a little strange, it really wasn’t bad. The sound engineers were pleased with her eagerness to explore and push the vocalization tech to see what she could do and more tests were scheduled each time they learned something new. She discovered her vocal range was more expansive, though very low and very high pitches sounded noticeably electronic. The company decided to strategically “leak” a video of her singing an opera song on the Net to test the public’s reaction and it went viral almost immediately, despite no one knowing who she was. Some thought she was a new VocaDroid instead of a real person, thanks to the electronic tones of her vocalization chip.
Eventually the company finally took credit for the technology, putting her in the spotlight as the story of her attack and new voice spread. She began receiving fan mail and letters of sympathy for what she’d been through, as well as endorsement requests for various products and a few offers for singing contracts. The company decided to change their original approach and began to push for her to sign a clause in the contract that would allow them to market not just her digital voice; they wanted to get her signed with the best music label in Neo-Tokyo and make her into a star. One successful album to start and a major tour in Japan and the US would earn them back what they invested and then some. She refused initially since the man who had attacked her hadn’t been caught and she was still processing the psychological trauma of the event, but when the company agreed to knock a year off the contract and up her share of profit by another 4%, she finally agreed.
She experimented with genres, settling on a mix of electronic pop, metal, and classical songs for her first album, the latter of which she played the piano herself in or sang. She began to develop her own fashion trends and played up a pale doll-like appearance since her voice was so often compared to VocaDroids, working in the color black somehow to symbolize sorrow or anger. She always changed her outfits in theme with her songs when she performed and became highly sought after for modeling shoots, but the collar ended up becoming her trademark fashion statement and copycat styles of it have popped up all around Japan. The Nihon half of her tour was a raging success and she became a popular name in the media over the course of a year, suffering the tribulations of fame as people started recognizing her on the streets and paparazzi stalked her every move. Now she’s due back in the States, feeling homesick and looking forward to performing in her hometown in Kentucky even though intensely aware that the man who attacked her is still at large. To all appearances, she’s on top of the world at the moment, a rising star who regained her stolen voice and won’t let a brush with violence hold her back from the stage…!
It’s a good facade.