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45,202 | 1,228 | 181 | 181 | 1,997 | Elise threw her neck at Rose in response."I do want to retrieve my clothes from your pad, Razor. As pretty as your dresses are, they aren't my style, really. Covering up blood ain't the only reason I wear red." She then strolled by Kasumii when she started following Rsoe, but stopped. She took a quick look at the stoic girl. "You should, I dunno, speak up, or something. You aren't much of a presence as you are." She then left the building, and teleported back to Rose's little Rosecave for a night's rest. A lot did happen that day, and she did make a new friend the only way she knew how. The next morning she would change back to her own clothes, but for now she decided to spend the night in Rose's garb. | Name: Elise Augermann
Age: 15
Appearance:
Wish: "I wish to travel beyond, and find what I seek." Her wish was granted, but she didn't specify when she was going to find what she sought after, leaving her walking the earth for the rest of her life.
Soul Gem Color: Red
Powers: Teleportation; Elise can instantly move to any location she either has in line of sight or has already touched with her body at least once. If she teleports into solid matter she doesn't die, but suffers greatly and gets thrown out into the nearest free space. She can also teleport other people and objects by touching them with her hands, with the same rules applying. However, she can't teleport other things into solid matter.
Weapon: A greatsword. Can split in half to two smaller swords and recombine back together.
Personality: Elise is always serious and determined in her actions, whether it is speaking with brutal honesty or tearing up her enemies in a rain of blood. She loves to fight, and her bloodlust only worsens when she gets going, making it harder for her to make conscious decisions in the middle of a battle. She hates weak people, civilians and soldiers alike, and doesn't waste any chances at berating them. She is proud of her fighting skills, and loves showing them off whenever she can.
However, despite all her abrasiveness, she has an honorable side to her, and respects others who have proven themselves as capable warriors to her, which is usually when they defeat her or otherwise impress her. Her trust is hard to come by, and she can be argumentative and skeptic about a lot of things. However, deep inside there is a vulnerable side to her that she keeps in check by focusing on her training.
Bio: Unknown for now.
Theme: Pugna Infinita
Other: Loves sour food, but can also tolerate sweet stuff. |
45,203 | 1,228 | 182 | 832 | 3,739 | Miyako arrived back outside the warehouse to find everyone gone, the Primordials having long since vanished and everyone else having long since fled. Which was annoying, given that one would assume that other magical girl might be courteous enough to stick around. Well, she would just have to warn the others the next time they met, so they could be on the lookout for her. She wouldn't allow this mysterious figure to use anonymity to benefit off of their hard work, not if she could help it.
In spite of this, she did a once over of the place anyway. Who knew if there might be evidence that could help them track down this primordial nest they were supposed to find and kill. The sooner they got on that, the quicker things could get to normal. At least in her mind anyway.
Sadly, that came up for naught. Which probably wasn't that much of a surprise anyway, since she wasn't even sure what sort of clues she should be looking for in the first place. She did, however, find a bag cast off to the side, as if abandoned in a hurry. Given the location, it most likely had been.
"HM? Who's this belong to then?" Miyako was quick to inspect it, opening it up and looking inside, and her eyes widened in surprise as she found that it belonged to Sora. No way, she'd been here? What kind of stupid luck was that? Well, it didn't seem like she had contracted, so that was good. But now she had to worry about keeping her secret. and wasn't that just swell.
She shrugged then, picking the bag up after she had stuffed everything back inside and closed it. "Well, I'll get it to her tomorrow," she said to herself, fully intending it. She didn't know where Sora lived, and it was late. Showing up with the bag now would be something of a hassle, and invite even more questions that she wasn't ready to handle at the moment.
With that done she headed off, taking to the rooftops as she moved towards home, using her powers to make up for lost time. She didn't want to be too late after all, and if she had to walk then it would be a practical guarantee of that. She'd change back before making it there, but for now she ran. It had been something of an eventful day, and right now she was merely glad for the powers that let her run along the rooftops as she headed for home. Who said that being a magical girl didn't have it's perks? | Name: Miyako Komatsu
Age: 14
Appearance: Normal
Transformed
Wish: "I wish I was the best magical girl in the world"
Soul Gem Color: Green
Powers: Her powers are twofold. For the first, her general abilities are above the norm for the average magical girl, in terms of speed, strength, and the like.
The other is Mimicry, the ability to copy another Magical Girl's powers after seeing it. She can't permanently take them on, and can only take on one power at a time without significant strain on herself and her body.
Weapon: A swordstaff which can separate into a short sword and a mace
Personality: Miyako is outwardly friendly, confident to the point of being cocky, and a generally open person. She tends to show off in fights, especially when there are others around, though more on the side of flashy than reckless She sees herself as the best, and wants others to know it and treat her as such.
She cares for her friends and is always willing to play the part of a listening ear or to help out if needed, as long as she is secure in her own beliefs. At the same time, her outward personality serves as a mask she keeps over her inner feelings. But she doesn't let those come to the surface, lest she fall into the fugue that held her before. And so long as she has her beliefs, she will be fine.
Bio: The oldest of several brothers and sisters, Miyako grew up believing that she had to be a good role model, to be the best and serve as an example. It was a self given role, though her parents certainly had high hopes. And she managed it, for a while at least. Good grades, friends, that sort of thing.
Then high school began and everything got harder. She found herself not as talented, having to work. Beyond that, there were people more skilled and better than her. Even her own siblings were surpassing her, at least in her mind. Sure, she had her high points, but no longer was she the bright person she thought she was. depression weighed, and it was at that point that she was approached to become a magical girl.
It was an easy choice, and she took it. She became a magical girl, and practically devoted her free time to the job. Her grades might suffer a bit as a result, but she could see how important it was, and she was determined to excel as it. And that she has done, establishing herself as a Magical girl. And if she has her way, it will stay like that.
Theme: Credens Justitiam
Other: |
45,204 | 1,228 | 183 | 2,487 | 9,789 | Night soon turned into a new day and with it, more promises to come for the future. It was Friday meaning tonight would be beneficial for Primordial hunting. A perfect opportunity for any sane Magical Girl. But school came first and Akame quickly got prepared for the last day before the start of the weekend. She had offered to give Amara a place to sleep in her apartment, an obvious sign of trust on her part.
Whether the girl had accepted, Akame couldn’t quite remember given that she had headed straight to bed after the events of last night. She had made a quick stop to Emiri’s apartment, putting a flaming barrier invisible to human eyes around her friend’s corpse until her and Rose could deal with it indefinitely tonight. If any Primordial or Magical Girl dared to move around their friend, they would get more than just a burned hole through their soul.
“Akame Natsuko, I’m glad that you’re awake.”
“Contractor? Is there something you need?”
Usually the fluffy creature would be their physically at the end of Akame’s morning routine but today it chose to contact her via psychic link. Raising an eye to this, the flaming Magical Girl quickly got her bags and headed off to school.
“I just wanted to inform you of great news! I took a look at all of the Primordials slain last night and none of them seemed to drop any of the black stones.”
“Really?”
To be honest, she hadn’t even noticed. Well maybe that was a sign that the Primordials would be destroyed permanently then. Or maybe it was a clue to finding the Primordial nest. Whatever the case was, she was interrupted in her chat to find Yuma waiting for her at the front of her school’s gates. | Name: Akame Natsuko
Age: 18
Pre-Transformation
Post-Transformation
Wish: "To be strong enough to never rely on anyone again and burn away my mistakes forever."
Soul Gem Color: Orange
Powers:
Apart from manipulating flames-from the tiniest ember to the most violent firestorm, Akame possesses the power to collect all moisture in the area and convert it into kinetic energy, thus producing powerful flames. Furthermore, it leaves the targeted area weakened and fatigued, causing all the effects of liquid-deprivation.
Weapon:
Akame's primary weapon is a Japanese Chokuto, or a Japanese straight sword with the length of a katana. In a cruel twist of irony, the one who granted Akame her magic ensured that her power was destructive enough to either light a flaming beacon for all or burn a hole right through her soul.
Acting as a close ranged fighter, Akame can wield, manipulate, and manifest flaming swords that can reach up to scorching temperatures; these can be used to regular wielding for projectile action. Akame is free to utilize her main fire power as a whole in a wide variety of ways, including coating her blade in flame, hurling projectiles of fire, and even causing the equivalent of a small-scaled drought.
Personality:
Akame would like to refer to herself as someone who's just there to be there. She often tries to envision herself as just an ordinary girl and thinks she's no different than any other Magical Girl as a whole. This behavior is not to be mistaken for humbleness. Akame is actually quite weary of not only her magical powers and it's destructive capabilities, but also of forming close relationships with other people.
This irrational fear is due to a certain childhood event in Akame's life and the sheer ferocity of her prowess as a Magical Girl. Despite this, the doubt is not so great as to hinder Akame from at least trying to make friends and putting on a smile. However, she still finds it very difficult to get close to other people emotionally. She struggles to treat others as trusted friends more so then simple comrades at arms.
As of now though, the only close relations circulating her life are the bonds formed with her fellow senior Magical Girls.
Bio:
Akame can neither forget nor forgive her childhood, the whole reason why she became a Magical Girl in the first place. At the age of ten, Akame and a girl named Shizune Kagame were the best of friends, inseparable really. However, like all friendships, the two girl's bond was tested time and time again. One such time proved to be the last.
The two girls both had their eyes set on a gorgeous yellow bow, each believing that they should have it over the other. Arguing became shouting and fighting, leading to a falling out between the two. Through unfortunate circumstances, Akame ended up obtaining the bow, only for it to be stolen by Kagame instead. Jealous and fueled by rage, Kagame went to the bow shop late at night to properly dispose of the thing by burning it at the place where it all began with a match she had stolen prior. Tracking her down, Akame and Kagame once more debated on the fate of the bow.
Through the struggle, the fire began earlier than expected, setting the shop ablaze. Events involving a certain granter of magical powers occurred which led to Kagame perishing in the inferno and Akame barely escaping with her life. Once the authorities arrived and removed Kagame's charred body, all they could find was the yellow bow, albeit singed.
Racked with guilt and sorrow at her selfish wish to survive, Akame began drifting away from the other children, blaming herself for Kagame's fiery demise. To this day, Akame refuses to even touch the tattered yellow bow; it serves as the only remaining reminder of a tragic gateway to reality and brings back too much pain. Behind the cheery smile is still a girl haunted by her past doings.
Of course, no one knows of her story except the two few who she considers real friends.
Theme: Emiya Illya
Other:
-Has a bad habit of carrying around matches around her person; it's more of a security assurance than anything else.
-Takes Kendo lessons and is quite trained with the sword outside of her Magical Girl attire.
-Has a bad habit of drinking too much tea. |
45,205 | 1,228 | 184 | 515 | 4,616 | As the two other magical girls said goodbye, Kasumii nodded and waved, keeping silent. With the two leaving, she continued to finish reading her book before retiring for the night. Fading into an invisible mist, loomed over the city, without presence, and became unconscious. And with that, night passed and soon the day came.
With the sun rising, the consciousness of the non-existent magical girl started to come back. Looking down on the city, she could see students leaving for school, and adults leaving for work. A part of life she could never truly be a part of, not that she ever technically was. And even if she were, she would bring misfortune to those around her, as evident before she stopped existing.
With not much else to do, she decided to head back into the library and read some more books. It was a pastime she could enjoy, as it was peaceful, and did not involve getting close to others. | Name: Fukui Yoshiko (Was her name)
Currently goes by: Kasumii
Age: 15
Appearance:
Wish: "I wish … I never existed."
Soul Gem Color: Clear/Transparent
Powers:
Her main power involves making things either exist, or not exist. This comes in many shapes and forms. Her own existence is something she can completely remove, her magic, her presence, her body, her soul gem, memories of her, everything about herself. When Kasumii erases herself, she becomes something like a mist, something invisible and intangible. She cannot interact with others or do anything in this state, only observe.
Her powers extend to things outside of herself, such as weapons, objects, events, powers and, previously people. It has drawbacks, however. She can only remove the existence of events that she has witnessed, or objects in her vicinity. Removal of these things can have dire consequences when handled inappropriately. She has erased the existence of her own power to erase people, having witnessed the horrors that can occur. The scale of what is erased corrupts her soul gem almost exponentially.
Kasumii’s other powers include the ability to create a decoy version of herself and memory manipulation. The decoy can act and do as she wishes. It cannot use her powers, but has her physical capabilities. Her memory manipulation works side by side her existence removal, if she removes the existence of something from one’s memory, she can manipulate associated memories.
When erasing objects, weapons or powers, they still appear to her, in a separate realm. They can continue moving as they normally do, and she can bring them back into existence.
Weapon:
A kunai (Does not have just a single kunai, can bring out very many kunais)
Personality:
The silent type who normally doesn’t say much. Kasumii’s outward personality is that of an introvert, keeping to herself, and not talking much. It is not that she wants to be alone, it is just that she does not interact with others much. She rarely ever engages another person in conversation.
Kasumii, however, does keep distance. She tries to prevent forming close bonds. It is not that she does not want to, but, is afraid to. Anyone who gets close to her seems to suffer in some way or another. She does not know what she can do for them, and struggles with this, so she keeps her distance.
In reality, Kasumii is a very nice girl, protective and understanding. She cares deeply for others and does not want others to be hurt. If she could, she would be friendly and a bit more engaging, however, she has stopped herself from doing this.
Bio:
Kasumii was given the name Yoshiko from her parents, written with the characters luck and child. They thought she would bring them good fortune, however, they were wrong. Ever since then, everything went to hell for them. They struggled to survive, to live and to feed her. Eventually, she was old enough to go to school, and she tried to make friends. At first everyone was nice to her, but eventually, those that got close to her suffered. They got ill, broke their bones, got bad grades, and many more things.
“I am a curse. A mistake to this world. No matter what I do, I hurt others.” She would say. She thought this with all her heart. One day, the contractor appeared. That was when she made her wish, and her world changed. Her parents, their lives, were so much better, those she had considered her friends had lived better lives. With that, she was satisfied, her life never existed, no-one knew her, she did not matter. For them, she felt happy. With that her body ceased to exist, but the contractor still spoke to her, he had a mission for her.
From then on, she was a magical girl, who did not exist, who appeared and disappeared, without anyone knowing, even other magical girls. Travelling to many, many cities.
Theme: Shadows Dance in the Darkness
Other:
Her physical and defensive capabilities are much lower than other magical girls. Thus she is vulnerable and has a hard time with fighting as her attacks are generally weak.
Her style is more of an assassin, thus she does not consider what she does fighting. Kasumii, in her own opinion, cannot fight. She can kill, but not fight.
Catchphrase – “You cannot kill what does not exist.”
Kasumii likes to click to bring things back into existence. She does not need to do this, but has chosen to. It also acts as a signal to any allies.
She found someone who thought it was better not to exist like her once, she tried to give them that chance, but the results changed so many lives for the worse. Kasumii brought the person back into existence, telling her of the change. The person did not think it was true, and still wanted to erase themselves, and thus took their own life. Kasumii did not want this to happen again, and decided to stop intervening with other people, and removed her own ability to erase people’s existence.
Kasumii belonged to a group once. They all became close friends, but her misfortune aura made them suffer. Not being able to stand it anymore, she once more removed her existence, erasing herself from their memories and thus deciding she cannot get close to anyone emotionally.
Usually stays in a misty form, only appearing when necessary
If she were to die, all memories of her existence would be removed from everyone (as to fully comply with her wish) |
45,206 | 1,228 | 185 | 1,278 | 8,109 | Yuna Yukino
Yuna had been waiting for Akame and Rose at the school gates ever since the sunrise, quietly listening to British punk-rock, from her seemingly endless library of random music. Currently,it wasn't snowing, but still the air was cold enough to turn the f
frost magical girl's breath into puffs of white vapor.
Some time in the middle of her morning vigil, Yuna closed her eyes and without even realizing, she began to about her childhood and what had happened ever since she became a magical girl.
When she heard Akame's muffled greeting through her headphones, Yuna opened her eyes and noticed that her vision was blurred "Huh? Am I..." crying? She would say, but when she placed a hand on her face she noticed a stream of tears running down her cheeks "I... it's not the time o be sad about the past. I crossed the point of no return long ago, there's no use in remembering these things now." Yuna said more to herself than anything else.
Then, she turned to Akame, after wiping off the tears "Akame, I know that I said the same thing yesterday, but we need to talk. And this time every second is important, we can't wait until lunch."
Yuna waited to gauge the flaming magical girl's reaction before continuing "The devil that you call Contractor, told me something yesterday, and you must know it immediately. Now, where are the others?"
Hitomi Sora
Away from there, at Miyako's school...
Sore didn't knew if she was scared, or excited when she arrived at her school earlier than anyone and made a beeline for her classroom. She hoped to meet Miyako and ask her the truth about the magical girls and all that, even if the other girl would think that she was mad. That's how Hitomi Sora was, if there was something that she wanted to do, she would do it regardless of what others would think of her, and this time it wouldn't be different.
Nevertheless, when she arrived at th classroom, there was no one there, which was fitting, given that the homeroom would start in about two hours "Well, I kind of expect this, but still..." the small girl said to herself, before slapping her cheeks with both hands and plunging herself on her chair "Ahh! It doesn't matter how much I have to wait, I'll stay here and ask Miyako-chan about that even if it's the last thing I do."
A few moments later, however "Greetings, Hitomi Sora! We've been looking for you everywhere. Have you decided on a wish yet? If so, please... Make a contract with me and became a Magical Girl!" A Contractor that defied gravity boldly by walking on the roof, said as he jumped to Sora's desk and rubbed her cheeks with his head.
When Miyako would arrive at school, she would notice the sight of Sora happily chatting and petting the Contractor, while both waited for her to arrive. | Name: Yuna Yukino
Age: 16
Appearance:
Normal
Transformed
Wish: "I want to see a White Christmas!"
Soulgem Color: Cyan/Aqua
Magic: Ice/Cold Manipulation.
She's also fast, very fast, coming out of nowhere like a blizzard on a high mountain. Akame might be the most powerful, Rose the toughest of their team, and Emiri the most versatile, but Yuna is the fastest.
Weapon:
I can't be broken in segments like Kyouko's, but Yuna can shatter it to create a storm of steel shrapnel, like Byakuya Kuchiki's bankai, after this attack the spear reforms at her hand normally.
Personality: Somewhat isolated, but confident in her skills, she likes to isolate herself from the world behind a barrier of music, because she grew in a violent family. The magical girl life might have soured Yuna's view of the world, but she's still a good person who struggles hard against the weight of her own perceived sins.
Bio: She's an Okinawan girl who loved Christmas and wished to see an White Christmas on her home island. I don't need to tell you the amount of damage that a heavy blizzard coming out of the blue did to a tropical island, do I? Also she is personally acquainted of Kyouko as she used to frequent Kyouko's father church after she moved away from Okinawa for a time before continuing her wanderings through Japan, when Yuna came back to Kasamino City from a peregrination to Hokkaido, the tragedy had already afflicted her friend's life. After that Yuna went to Miso City where she was knew Akame and the others and decided to join their team, she always tries to convince Kyouko of joining too, but the redhead is as stubborn as a mule, nevertheless Yuna never gives up.
Theme: Kara no Kyoukai (Shiki Ryougi's battle theme), the many dramatic turns on this song combo perfectly with Yuna's dynamic style of combat.
Other: Yuna enjoys music, so she's rarely seen without her headphones, also, just like Kyouko she's a Japanese Christian and used to be a very devout believer before becoming a magical girl. Finally, even though she's officially part of Akame's team, Yuna still lives a life of a penitent pilgrim, never stopping for too long on a single place. |
45,207 | 1,228 | 186 | 1,500 | 564 | Rose slept in her apartment just a few short blocks from the public library. It was one of her many hideouts throughout the city. She did not spend the night in her batcave with Elise. Rose woke early in the morning to got ready for another uneventful day acting like a normal school girl. Rose put on one of her blue dresses. She looked young enough she could still pull it off. She grabbed her book bag and headed off to school. Walking through the streets of the city, Rose casually watched the people going about their daily lives. In her head, she was making fun of them. When she could not hear what they were saying over the sound of vehicles, Rose made up what they were going to say. It was always to most random of things.
Rose eventually came to the school. Fortunately, it was not hard to find Akame and Yuna. They had already met up at the front gate. Rose silently approached hoping not to be noticed. Rose's watchful eyes just so happened to catch Yuna's face just before addressing Akame. She say Yuna was crying. Rose approached and laughed playfully, "So, the Ice Queen is soft on the inside. There is not point in denying it, Yuna. I saw those tears. Water is supposed to be my element." | Name: Rose Elizabeth Andrews
Age: 18 but looks forever 14.
Appearance:
Wish: She wished not to die. Being told that that was not possible, she asked instead to never age, eternally young.
Soul Gem Color: Sapphire Blue
Powers: In order to remain eternally young, her body has a involuntary regeneration ability that is always active. She can recover from minor wounds in minutes, major wounds in a few hours of rest. She also has the ability to control and manipulate water (Fountain of eternal youth thingy)
Weapon: twin Urumi
Personality:
Rose is quiet and can always be found at the edges of a room. She tries hard not to be noticed by others. She takes pride in being unnoticed even in plain sight. It gives her no end of amusement to watch people go on their merry way. Needless to say she likes to watch people. She reads a lot of books on human psychology in an attempt to understand the actions people take. With her eternal youth, she has taken on an outsiders view on human interactions. She sees something there that no one has yet explained. She is trying to answer that question but is unable to say what that question it. She has felt it her entire life but becoming a magical girl gave her a means to seek it out.
She goes with the flow on most matters never seeking conflict. Like water, she takes the path of least resistance. She can become as ridged as ice when it comes to things she believes important, but rarely do people push her far enough that she has to push back. She believes in the rights of the individual to do as they please. She will allow anyone to act according to their own will. She is willing to give advice but one just has to ask first. Nothing in this world is free, everything has its price. If people want to disregard her advice they do so at their own peril.
Bio: To get personal information out of Rose that is anywhere near the truth is a feat of epic proportions. She does not like to talk about herself. Rose's father died in the service of his country when Rose was about 8 years old. Rose was the one who answered the door when men in formal military attire came to inform the family of his death and present her with her father's metal of Valor. The loss devastated her entire family. She was an only child and her mother was her only family member. Her mother withdrew from Rose and the world. Her mother was barely able to work and her health deteriorated. When Rose was 10 her mother was diagnosed with cancer and began a long fight against it. Rose remembers the 3 year long fight, all the doctor appointments, missing school days, and trying to convince her mother there was something in the world worth living for. Her mother eventually died of Cancer and Rose was left in the care of the State. It was not long after that that she became a magical girl and ran away.
Theme: Wolf and the Moon
Other: Known alias, Rea Hargrove, Rachael Rockwell, and Sophia Pax. She uses these aliases to help hid her tracks. |
45,208 | 1,228 | 187 | 832 | 3,739 | Miyako had had a good night after the primordial hunt. There had been no other attacks, and she was able to take the ensuing time to relax and catch up in her studies for the school here. With that, she was confident that she would be able to keep up with schoolwork and cement herself near the middle of the pack come tomorrow. Magical girl powers were useful like that, and she took advantage of them to her own benefit. And who said she wasn't using her powers?
Come morning, she headed for school at her regular time. She had her own bag, as well as Sora's, and she was turning her mind to handling this situation. Admittedly it wasn't much of one, but she had to come up with a way to pass this bag back without arousing suspicion somehow. The last thing she needed was for her secret to get out, to say the least.
Arriving at the room though, her blood practically froze as she saw Sora chatting with the Contractor happily, and petting him no less. Well then, there went that plan. To say she was amused would be incredibly far from the truth, and now she quickly raced to deal with this situation as she walked over.
"Here, I found this on my way home," she said with a nod as she passed over Sora's bag, before looking to the Contractor with her expression morphing into a frown. "Not to knock your strategy or anything Contractor, but do you really think adding a new girl to the six we've already got here is really gonna make a difference in the long run?" For now she'd focus on that, since the chances of her keeping her secret were practically minimal at this point.
She just hoped that it worked out. Otherwise this could get ugly. | Name: Miyako Komatsu
Age: 14
Appearance: Normal
Transformed
Wish: "I wish I was the best magical girl in the world"
Soul Gem Color: Green
Powers: Her powers are twofold. For the first, her general abilities are above the norm for the average magical girl, in terms of speed, strength, and the like.
The other is Mimicry, the ability to copy another Magical Girl's powers after seeing it. She can't permanently take them on, and can only take on one power at a time without significant strain on herself and her body.
Weapon: A swordstaff which can separate into a short sword and a mace
Personality: Miyako is outwardly friendly, confident to the point of being cocky, and a generally open person. She tends to show off in fights, especially when there are others around, though more on the side of flashy than reckless She sees herself as the best, and wants others to know it and treat her as such.
She cares for her friends and is always willing to play the part of a listening ear or to help out if needed, as long as she is secure in her own beliefs. At the same time, her outward personality serves as a mask she keeps over her inner feelings. But she doesn't let those come to the surface, lest she fall into the fugue that held her before. And so long as she has her beliefs, she will be fine.
Bio: The oldest of several brothers and sisters, Miyako grew up believing that she had to be a good role model, to be the best and serve as an example. It was a self given role, though her parents certainly had high hopes. And she managed it, for a while at least. Good grades, friends, that sort of thing.
Then high school began and everything got harder. She found herself not as talented, having to work. Beyond that, there were people more skilled and better than her. Even her own siblings were surpassing her, at least in her mind. Sure, she had her high points, but no longer was she the bright person she thought she was. depression weighed, and it was at that point that she was approached to become a magical girl.
It was an easy choice, and she took it. She became a magical girl, and practically devoted her free time to the job. Her grades might suffer a bit as a result, but she could see how important it was, and she was determined to excel as it. And that she has done, establishing herself as a Magical girl. And if she has her way, it will stay like that.
Theme: Credens Justitiam
Other: |
45,209 | 1,228 | 188 | 2,487 | 9,789 | Akame was a little concerned about Yuna's apparent and random act of crying. She didn't take the other Magical Girl to be weak but she did know that Yuna had some scars from left over from her past. Perhaps she was merely reflecting on those old sins that led up to her becoming enthralled in the world of magic? Whatever the case, Akame heated the area around the three slightly with a rising temperature, just enough to keep them warm on this chilly day.
Yes, she was using her magic for a more mundane task but it wasn't like there was any long lasting consequence to exhausting their Soul Gems, right? At least, there was nothing they hadn't seen before besides the usual fatigue on their physical bodies. Even so, she was well aware of how dark her Gem was slowly becoming.
"The others should be in school," she told Yuna, still puzzled on why things had to be discussed now when classes were about to begin. "At least, Nanako and Miyako are. Izumi and Elise are probably lounging around somewhere and...that reminds me, Rea, how was your contact with the intruder last night?"
Akame waited a while for Rose to explain before she went into detail with her own encounter with Amara. There was no doubt now that the active productivity of Primordials here in Miso City along with this Magical Girl killer were somehow linked in a way. Or at least, that's what appeared to be going on. | Name: Akame Natsuko
Age: 18
Pre-Transformation
Post-Transformation
Wish: "To be strong enough to never rely on anyone again and burn away my mistakes forever."
Soul Gem Color: Orange
Powers:
Apart from manipulating flames-from the tiniest ember to the most violent firestorm, Akame possesses the power to collect all moisture in the area and convert it into kinetic energy, thus producing powerful flames. Furthermore, it leaves the targeted area weakened and fatigued, causing all the effects of liquid-deprivation.
Weapon:
Akame's primary weapon is a Japanese Chokuto, or a Japanese straight sword with the length of a katana. In a cruel twist of irony, the one who granted Akame her magic ensured that her power was destructive enough to either light a flaming beacon for all or burn a hole right through her soul.
Acting as a close ranged fighter, Akame can wield, manipulate, and manifest flaming swords that can reach up to scorching temperatures; these can be used to regular wielding for projectile action. Akame is free to utilize her main fire power as a whole in a wide variety of ways, including coating her blade in flame, hurling projectiles of fire, and even causing the equivalent of a small-scaled drought.
Personality:
Akame would like to refer to herself as someone who's just there to be there. She often tries to envision herself as just an ordinary girl and thinks she's no different than any other Magical Girl as a whole. This behavior is not to be mistaken for humbleness. Akame is actually quite weary of not only her magical powers and it's destructive capabilities, but also of forming close relationships with other people.
This irrational fear is due to a certain childhood event in Akame's life and the sheer ferocity of her prowess as a Magical Girl. Despite this, the doubt is not so great as to hinder Akame from at least trying to make friends and putting on a smile. However, she still finds it very difficult to get close to other people emotionally. She struggles to treat others as trusted friends more so then simple comrades at arms.
As of now though, the only close relations circulating her life are the bonds formed with her fellow senior Magical Girls.
Bio:
Akame can neither forget nor forgive her childhood, the whole reason why she became a Magical Girl in the first place. At the age of ten, Akame and a girl named Shizune Kagame were the best of friends, inseparable really. However, like all friendships, the two girl's bond was tested time and time again. One such time proved to be the last.
The two girls both had their eyes set on a gorgeous yellow bow, each believing that they should have it over the other. Arguing became shouting and fighting, leading to a falling out between the two. Through unfortunate circumstances, Akame ended up obtaining the bow, only for it to be stolen by Kagame instead. Jealous and fueled by rage, Kagame went to the bow shop late at night to properly dispose of the thing by burning it at the place where it all began with a match she had stolen prior. Tracking her down, Akame and Kagame once more debated on the fate of the bow.
Through the struggle, the fire began earlier than expected, setting the shop ablaze. Events involving a certain granter of magical powers occurred which led to Kagame perishing in the inferno and Akame barely escaping with her life. Once the authorities arrived and removed Kagame's charred body, all they could find was the yellow bow, albeit singed.
Racked with guilt and sorrow at her selfish wish to survive, Akame began drifting away from the other children, blaming herself for Kagame's fiery demise. To this day, Akame refuses to even touch the tattered yellow bow; it serves as the only remaining reminder of a tragic gateway to reality and brings back too much pain. Behind the cheery smile is still a girl haunted by her past doings.
Of course, no one knows of her story except the two few who she considers real friends.
Theme: Emiya Illya
Other:
-Has a bad habit of carrying around matches around her person; it's more of a security assurance than anything else.
-Takes Kendo lessons and is quite trained with the sword outside of her Magical Girl attire.
-Has a bad habit of drinking too much tea. |
45,210 | 1,228 | 189 | 1,500 | 564 | Rose looked calm and focused as she began to explain, "Akame, I made contact with a magical girl that introduced herself as Kasumii. I am unsure of her exact powers, but she seemed to like books. She did not want to fight. I tried to provoke a fight when we met, but she did not take the bait. A good sign. Elise was also there to provide support. Kasumii insisted she was not the killer, but had actually been investigating similar killings of Magical girls just like Yuna." Rose felt the air around the group warm up. It honestly made Rose relax, she disliked the cold. | Name: Rose Elizabeth Andrews
Age: 18 but looks forever 14.
Appearance:
Wish: She wished not to die. Being told that that was not possible, she asked instead to never age, eternally young.
Soul Gem Color: Sapphire Blue
Powers: In order to remain eternally young, her body has a involuntary regeneration ability that is always active. She can recover from minor wounds in minutes, major wounds in a few hours of rest. She also has the ability to control and manipulate water (Fountain of eternal youth thingy)
Weapon: twin Urumi
Personality:
Rose is quiet and can always be found at the edges of a room. She tries hard not to be noticed by others. She takes pride in being unnoticed even in plain sight. It gives her no end of amusement to watch people go on their merry way. Needless to say she likes to watch people. She reads a lot of books on human psychology in an attempt to understand the actions people take. With her eternal youth, she has taken on an outsiders view on human interactions. She sees something there that no one has yet explained. She is trying to answer that question but is unable to say what that question it. She has felt it her entire life but becoming a magical girl gave her a means to seek it out.
She goes with the flow on most matters never seeking conflict. Like water, she takes the path of least resistance. She can become as ridged as ice when it comes to things she believes important, but rarely do people push her far enough that she has to push back. She believes in the rights of the individual to do as they please. She will allow anyone to act according to their own will. She is willing to give advice but one just has to ask first. Nothing in this world is free, everything has its price. If people want to disregard her advice they do so at their own peril.
Bio: To get personal information out of Rose that is anywhere near the truth is a feat of epic proportions. She does not like to talk about herself. Rose's father died in the service of his country when Rose was about 8 years old. Rose was the one who answered the door when men in formal military attire came to inform the family of his death and present her with her father's metal of Valor. The loss devastated her entire family. She was an only child and her mother was her only family member. Her mother withdrew from Rose and the world. Her mother was barely able to work and her health deteriorated. When Rose was 10 her mother was diagnosed with cancer and began a long fight against it. Rose remembers the 3 year long fight, all the doctor appointments, missing school days, and trying to convince her mother there was something in the world worth living for. Her mother eventually died of Cancer and Rose was left in the care of the State. It was not long after that that she became a magical girl and ran away.
Theme: Wolf and the Moon
Other: Known alias, Rea Hargrove, Rachael Rockwell, and Sophia Pax. She uses these aliases to help hid her tracks. |
45,211 | 1,228 | 190 | 1,278 | 8,109 | Yuna Yukino
"Them we should call them here, the other magical girls, I mean. Or find a place where we can meet." Yuna said to Akame just as Rose arrived and delivered her teasing commentary, Yuna knew that she wasn't ill intentioned, thus the frost magical girl replied accordingly "I can't help it. Where do you think all this snow came from?" Yuna then gestured to the snow "Don't they say that rain is tears of the angels? Well, to me they only come as snow." It wasn't one of her best jokes, given the morbid implications it had, but still Yuna hoped that Rose would understabd that she was well.
When Akame began to heat the air around them, Yuna said "Thank you, Akame, but you know that cold can hurt me, don't you?" Nevertheless, she moved a little closer to the other girls just as Rose was talking about Kasumii "So there was someone else looking for the assassin, huh? I guess that I wasn't so far off the truth then."
"Anyway, the Contractor said to me yesterday that something called inverted rainbow will happen in forty hours. No matter what it is, we can't let it happen. I have bad feeling about it"
Hitomi Sora
"Thank you, Miyako-chan!" Sora said as Miyako handed her bag to her. "Can I ask you something?" The small girl said to get Miyako's attention, before continuing "Miyako-chan, when I lost this bag I was being attacked by a monster, and then this small one came and made an offer to me, but I didn't had the time to accept it before someone who said that she was a magical girl came and saved me. Do you know anything about this?" Sora tried to ask it in a roundabout way, at first and see what Miyako's answer was going to be.
Meanwhle, the Contractor stepped away from Sora and padded ligtly on his way to Miyako's shoulder, rubbing against her cheeks, he said "It's nothing like this, Miyako Komatsu! Hitomi Sora seems to have a big potential to her, though we can't explain why. That's why her help will probably prove invaluable when the Inverted Rainbow comes." | Name: Yuna Yukino
Age: 16
Appearance:
Normal
Transformed
Wish: "I want to see a White Christmas!"
Soulgem Color: Cyan/Aqua
Magic: Ice/Cold Manipulation.
She's also fast, very fast, coming out of nowhere like a blizzard on a high mountain. Akame might be the most powerful, Rose the toughest of their team, and Emiri the most versatile, but Yuna is the fastest.
Weapon:
I can't be broken in segments like Kyouko's, but Yuna can shatter it to create a storm of steel shrapnel, like Byakuya Kuchiki's bankai, after this attack the spear reforms at her hand normally.
Personality: Somewhat isolated, but confident in her skills, she likes to isolate herself from the world behind a barrier of music, because she grew in a violent family. The magical girl life might have soured Yuna's view of the world, but she's still a good person who struggles hard against the weight of her own perceived sins.
Bio: She's an Okinawan girl who loved Christmas and wished to see an White Christmas on her home island. I don't need to tell you the amount of damage that a heavy blizzard coming out of the blue did to a tropical island, do I? Also she is personally acquainted of Kyouko as she used to frequent Kyouko's father church after she moved away from Okinawa for a time before continuing her wanderings through Japan, when Yuna came back to Kasamino City from a peregrination to Hokkaido, the tragedy had already afflicted her friend's life. After that Yuna went to Miso City where she was knew Akame and the others and decided to join their team, she always tries to convince Kyouko of joining too, but the redhead is as stubborn as a mule, nevertheless Yuna never gives up.
Theme: Kara no Kyoukai (Shiki Ryougi's battle theme), the many dramatic turns on this song combo perfectly with Yuna's dynamic style of combat.
Other: Yuna enjoys music, so she's rarely seen without her headphones, also, just like Kyouko she's a Japanese Christian and used to be a very devout believer before becoming a magical girl. Finally, even though she's officially part of Akame's team, Yuna still lives a life of a penitent pilgrim, never stopping for too long on a single place. |
45,212 | 1,228 | 191 | 181 | 1,997 | Elise woke up with a groan. She broke her vow last night and took a couple of drinks. She felt a bit unwell, but her hangover was nowhere nearly as extreme as the morning after the night she spent with Rose and Izumi. She was actually a bit disappointed that Rose went somewhere else to crash, and Elise realized she may have formed a bit of a bond with her; she wasn't the type to mingle with other folks due to her feisty nature. Ever since she came to the city she found herself forming bonds with other magical girls, people she would have been ready to kill if she ever went too far in her bloodlust. Fortunately not, since she understood the value to buddies like Rose or Yuna.
She returned back to the circular room to see she left the anime she was watching while tipsy still running through the night, and turned it off. Then she changed back into her trusty red clothes, and sighed in relief; she felt confident wearing them, like they had some sentimental value to them.
Once she was done eating what snacks she could find from the kitchen, Elise teleported out of the building as a measure of avoiding the many traps Rose set around her cave, and headed towards the school. She wasn't about to attend any classes, but she knew it was the hang-out place for all the girls, and she didn't feel like wandering around the city this early in the morning. Once there she took a post on the tallest branch of the tallest tree, looking out for anyone she might recognize. | Name: Elise Augermann
Age: 15
Appearance:
Wish: "I wish to travel beyond, and find what I seek." Her wish was granted, but she didn't specify when she was going to find what she sought after, leaving her walking the earth for the rest of her life.
Soul Gem Color: Red
Powers: Teleportation; Elise can instantly move to any location she either has in line of sight or has already touched with her body at least once. If she teleports into solid matter she doesn't die, but suffers greatly and gets thrown out into the nearest free space. She can also teleport other people and objects by touching them with her hands, with the same rules applying. However, she can't teleport other things into solid matter.
Weapon: A greatsword. Can split in half to two smaller swords and recombine back together.
Personality: Elise is always serious and determined in her actions, whether it is speaking with brutal honesty or tearing up her enemies in a rain of blood. She loves to fight, and her bloodlust only worsens when she gets going, making it harder for her to make conscious decisions in the middle of a battle. She hates weak people, civilians and soldiers alike, and doesn't waste any chances at berating them. She is proud of her fighting skills, and loves showing them off whenever she can.
However, despite all her abrasiveness, she has an honorable side to her, and respects others who have proven themselves as capable warriors to her, which is usually when they defeat her or otherwise impress her. Her trust is hard to come by, and she can be argumentative and skeptic about a lot of things. However, deep inside there is a vulnerable side to her that she keeps in check by focusing on her training.
Bio: Unknown for now.
Theme: Pugna Infinita
Other: Loves sour food, but can also tolerate sweet stuff. |
45,213 | 1,228 | 192 | 832 | 3,739 | Miyako grunted but otherwise didn't do anything to stop the Contractor as he jumped onto her shoulder and rubbed against her cheek, as if he was really a cat and not some weird alien that enjoyed insulting her species at every opportunity. Which might be quite similar to cats now that she thought about it, but she let it go instead as she focused on what he was saying.
"I was thinking more in terms of training," she replied calmly, arms folded as she looked at the Contractor. "I'm not sure we're going to have the time to make her a decent magical girl in time to make a difference." Then what he said registered, earning a look of confusion from Miyako as she tried to figure out what this term was. "Wait, 'Inverted Rainbow? What's that?" She didn't expect an answer, but she could try.
With that said, she looked back to Sora, ready to address her question. "A bit," she admitted with a bit of chagrin, rubbing the back of her head. "It's kinda complicated." And wasn't that the truth. At least there was a girl here, unlike her own Contracting, when it had simply been her and the bunnycat on her shoulder. | Name: Miyako Komatsu
Age: 14
Appearance: Normal
Transformed
Wish: "I wish I was the best magical girl in the world"
Soul Gem Color: Green
Powers: Her powers are twofold. For the first, her general abilities are above the norm for the average magical girl, in terms of speed, strength, and the like.
The other is Mimicry, the ability to copy another Magical Girl's powers after seeing it. She can't permanently take them on, and can only take on one power at a time without significant strain on herself and her body.
Weapon: A swordstaff which can separate into a short sword and a mace
Personality: Miyako is outwardly friendly, confident to the point of being cocky, and a generally open person. She tends to show off in fights, especially when there are others around, though more on the side of flashy than reckless She sees herself as the best, and wants others to know it and treat her as such.
She cares for her friends and is always willing to play the part of a listening ear or to help out if needed, as long as she is secure in her own beliefs. At the same time, her outward personality serves as a mask she keeps over her inner feelings. But she doesn't let those come to the surface, lest she fall into the fugue that held her before. And so long as she has her beliefs, she will be fine.
Bio: The oldest of several brothers and sisters, Miyako grew up believing that she had to be a good role model, to be the best and serve as an example. It was a self given role, though her parents certainly had high hopes. And she managed it, for a while at least. Good grades, friends, that sort of thing.
Then high school began and everything got harder. She found herself not as talented, having to work. Beyond that, there were people more skilled and better than her. Even her own siblings were surpassing her, at least in her mind. Sure, she had her high points, but no longer was she the bright person she thought she was. depression weighed, and it was at that point that she was approached to become a magical girl.
It was an easy choice, and she took it. She became a magical girl, and practically devoted her free time to the job. Her grades might suffer a bit as a result, but she could see how important it was, and she was determined to excel as it. And that she has done, establishing herself as a Magical girl. And if she has her way, it will stay like that.
Theme: Credens Justitiam
Other: |
45,214 | 1,228 | 193 | 2,487 | 9,789 | “Inverted Rainbow?”
Akame didn’t want to feel like she was being glanced over, but the Contractor usually told her of these things and she had to stare at Yuna incredulously for a moment. Not that she didn’t believe her friend since she knew Yuna would never joke about their business as Magical Girls. Whatever it was, it probably had something to do with the supposed Primordial nest, which made Akame question all the more why the Contractor did not approach her first.
“I suppose I can gather everyone now but don’t expect many to show up Yuna. Like I said, most of us have actual school to attend and I hope that whatever this is about is worth it,” Akame said, trying to not let her irritation show in her voice.
Quickly, she sent out a message to all of the girls she knew didn’t go to school first. That had to be Amara, Elise, and Izumi. She motioned for Rose to contact Kasumii since they had a better understanding of each other. She saved the others, Miyako, Nanako, and Chiyo for last, telling them that they would relay any information they would miss if they couldn’t make it.
“Right then. Lead the way Yuna.” | Name: Akame Natsuko
Age: 18
Pre-Transformation
Post-Transformation
Wish: "To be strong enough to never rely on anyone again and burn away my mistakes forever."
Soul Gem Color: Orange
Powers:
Apart from manipulating flames-from the tiniest ember to the most violent firestorm, Akame possesses the power to collect all moisture in the area and convert it into kinetic energy, thus producing powerful flames. Furthermore, it leaves the targeted area weakened and fatigued, causing all the effects of liquid-deprivation.
Weapon:
Akame's primary weapon is a Japanese Chokuto, or a Japanese straight sword with the length of a katana. In a cruel twist of irony, the one who granted Akame her magic ensured that her power was destructive enough to either light a flaming beacon for all or burn a hole right through her soul.
Acting as a close ranged fighter, Akame can wield, manipulate, and manifest flaming swords that can reach up to scorching temperatures; these can be used to regular wielding for projectile action. Akame is free to utilize her main fire power as a whole in a wide variety of ways, including coating her blade in flame, hurling projectiles of fire, and even causing the equivalent of a small-scaled drought.
Personality:
Akame would like to refer to herself as someone who's just there to be there. She often tries to envision herself as just an ordinary girl and thinks she's no different than any other Magical Girl as a whole. This behavior is not to be mistaken for humbleness. Akame is actually quite weary of not only her magical powers and it's destructive capabilities, but also of forming close relationships with other people.
This irrational fear is due to a certain childhood event in Akame's life and the sheer ferocity of her prowess as a Magical Girl. Despite this, the doubt is not so great as to hinder Akame from at least trying to make friends and putting on a smile. However, she still finds it very difficult to get close to other people emotionally. She struggles to treat others as trusted friends more so then simple comrades at arms.
As of now though, the only close relations circulating her life are the bonds formed with her fellow senior Magical Girls.
Bio:
Akame can neither forget nor forgive her childhood, the whole reason why she became a Magical Girl in the first place. At the age of ten, Akame and a girl named Shizune Kagame were the best of friends, inseparable really. However, like all friendships, the two girl's bond was tested time and time again. One such time proved to be the last.
The two girls both had their eyes set on a gorgeous yellow bow, each believing that they should have it over the other. Arguing became shouting and fighting, leading to a falling out between the two. Through unfortunate circumstances, Akame ended up obtaining the bow, only for it to be stolen by Kagame instead. Jealous and fueled by rage, Kagame went to the bow shop late at night to properly dispose of the thing by burning it at the place where it all began with a match she had stolen prior. Tracking her down, Akame and Kagame once more debated on the fate of the bow.
Through the struggle, the fire began earlier than expected, setting the shop ablaze. Events involving a certain granter of magical powers occurred which led to Kagame perishing in the inferno and Akame barely escaping with her life. Once the authorities arrived and removed Kagame's charred body, all they could find was the yellow bow, albeit singed.
Racked with guilt and sorrow at her selfish wish to survive, Akame began drifting away from the other children, blaming herself for Kagame's fiery demise. To this day, Akame refuses to even touch the tattered yellow bow; it serves as the only remaining reminder of a tragic gateway to reality and brings back too much pain. Behind the cheery smile is still a girl haunted by her past doings.
Of course, no one knows of her story except the two few who she considers real friends.
Theme: Emiya Illya
Other:
-Has a bad habit of carrying around matches around her person; it's more of a security assurance than anything else.
-Takes Kendo lessons and is quite trained with the sword outside of her Magical Girl attire.
-Has a bad habit of drinking too much tea. |
45,215 | 1,228 | 194 | 1,500 | 564 | Rose nodded in acknowledgement when Akame told her to contact Kasumii. Rose did not take it as an order from her superior. Rose was just the most logical to invite the girl. Rose took a few steps away from the group then held her soul gem up like a mic as she called out to Kasumii, "Good morning, Ms. Kasumii, this is Rea. I cannot seem to pinpoint where you are, so i hope you can hear this. Please come to the high school. There is going to be a meeting of magical girls in order to deal with what we spoke about last night. Please make haste but don't exhaust yourself."
Rose then called out to Elise, "Elise, Stop playing around and come to a meeting at the school. We have gotten some information that we need to share. I know you are not into girly things but we will be discussing something called the Inverted Rainbow. Make haste." Rose knew she did not need to invite Elise, but she felt responsible for Elise. Once finished, She hid her soul gem again and followed Akame and Yuna to the meeting place. | Name: Rose Elizabeth Andrews
Age: 18 but looks forever 14.
Appearance:
Wish: She wished not to die. Being told that that was not possible, she asked instead to never age, eternally young.
Soul Gem Color: Sapphire Blue
Powers: In order to remain eternally young, her body has a involuntary regeneration ability that is always active. She can recover from minor wounds in minutes, major wounds in a few hours of rest. She also has the ability to control and manipulate water (Fountain of eternal youth thingy)
Weapon: twin Urumi
Personality:
Rose is quiet and can always be found at the edges of a room. She tries hard not to be noticed by others. She takes pride in being unnoticed even in plain sight. It gives her no end of amusement to watch people go on their merry way. Needless to say she likes to watch people. She reads a lot of books on human psychology in an attempt to understand the actions people take. With her eternal youth, she has taken on an outsiders view on human interactions. She sees something there that no one has yet explained. She is trying to answer that question but is unable to say what that question it. She has felt it her entire life but becoming a magical girl gave her a means to seek it out.
She goes with the flow on most matters never seeking conflict. Like water, she takes the path of least resistance. She can become as ridged as ice when it comes to things she believes important, but rarely do people push her far enough that she has to push back. She believes in the rights of the individual to do as they please. She will allow anyone to act according to their own will. She is willing to give advice but one just has to ask first. Nothing in this world is free, everything has its price. If people want to disregard her advice they do so at their own peril.
Bio: To get personal information out of Rose that is anywhere near the truth is a feat of epic proportions. She does not like to talk about herself. Rose's father died in the service of his country when Rose was about 8 years old. Rose was the one who answered the door when men in formal military attire came to inform the family of his death and present her with her father's metal of Valor. The loss devastated her entire family. She was an only child and her mother was her only family member. Her mother withdrew from Rose and the world. Her mother was barely able to work and her health deteriorated. When Rose was 10 her mother was diagnosed with cancer and began a long fight against it. Rose remembers the 3 year long fight, all the doctor appointments, missing school days, and trying to convince her mother there was something in the world worth living for. Her mother eventually died of Cancer and Rose was left in the care of the State. It was not long after that that she became a magical girl and ran away.
Theme: Wolf and the Moon
Other: Known alias, Rea Hargrove, Rachael Rockwell, and Sophia Pax. She uses these aliases to help hid her tracks. |
45,216 | 1,228 | 195 | 1,500 | 564 | In the silent library, Kasumii was silently reading. However, she could not focus on the book in front of her. The information from yesterday, the lack of a soul gem being found. Tracing her memories, there was no track of a soul gem on any of the girls. Are they targeting soul gems? Why? What use do they have for them? Additionally, they are targeting corrupt ones from the looks of it. That would explain why there are two methods. If they are already corrupt and vulnerable, and if they are "clean" and ready to fight, they would go about it differently. Am I missing something else? Am I even on the right track? I wonder what Yuna thinks about this. Kasumii thought before Rose had sent her a message via soul gem.
"Good morning, Ms. Kasumii, this is Rea. I cannot seem to pinpoint where you are, so i hope you can hear this. Please come to the high school. There is going to be a meeting of magical girls in order to deal with what we spoke about last night. Please make haste but don't exhaust yourself."
Holding up her own she simply replied, "Okay.", putting it back and getting up from her seat. She had to replace the book she was reading before she could leave. Guess I might be able to ask her sooner than I thought Kasumii thought, as she started to disappear, in a corner of the library where no-one was around. As a mist, she moved close to the school. She could identify it due to the magical girls signatures.
Forming a physical form once again, she started to make her way to the front gates of the high school. Unsure of where she was meant to meet the girls, she decided to wait for them at the front gate. | Name: Rose Elizabeth Andrews
Age: 18 but looks forever 14.
Appearance:
Wish: She wished not to die. Being told that that was not possible, she asked instead to never age, eternally young.
Soul Gem Color: Sapphire Blue
Powers: In order to remain eternally young, her body has a involuntary regeneration ability that is always active. She can recover from minor wounds in minutes, major wounds in a few hours of rest. She also has the ability to control and manipulate water (Fountain of eternal youth thingy)
Weapon: twin Urumi
Personality:
Rose is quiet and can always be found at the edges of a room. She tries hard not to be noticed by others. She takes pride in being unnoticed even in plain sight. It gives her no end of amusement to watch people go on their merry way. Needless to say she likes to watch people. She reads a lot of books on human psychology in an attempt to understand the actions people take. With her eternal youth, she has taken on an outsiders view on human interactions. She sees something there that no one has yet explained. She is trying to answer that question but is unable to say what that question it. She has felt it her entire life but becoming a magical girl gave her a means to seek it out.
She goes with the flow on most matters never seeking conflict. Like water, she takes the path of least resistance. She can become as ridged as ice when it comes to things she believes important, but rarely do people push her far enough that she has to push back. She believes in the rights of the individual to do as they please. She will allow anyone to act according to their own will. She is willing to give advice but one just has to ask first. Nothing in this world is free, everything has its price. If people want to disregard her advice they do so at their own peril.
Bio: To get personal information out of Rose that is anywhere near the truth is a feat of epic proportions. She does not like to talk about herself. Rose's father died in the service of his country when Rose was about 8 years old. Rose was the one who answered the door when men in formal military attire came to inform the family of his death and present her with her father's metal of Valor. The loss devastated her entire family. She was an only child and her mother was her only family member. Her mother withdrew from Rose and the world. Her mother was barely able to work and her health deteriorated. When Rose was 10 her mother was diagnosed with cancer and began a long fight against it. Rose remembers the 3 year long fight, all the doctor appointments, missing school days, and trying to convince her mother there was something in the world worth living for. Her mother eventually died of Cancer and Rose was left in the care of the State. It was not long after that that she became a magical girl and ran away.
Theme: Wolf and the Moon
Other: Known alias, Rea Hargrove, Rachael Rockwell, and Sophia Pax. She uses these aliases to help hid her tracks. |
45,217 | 1,228 | 196 | 181 | 1,997 | High up on the tree snoozed Elise when she was messaged by Akame, and she woke up rubbing her eyes. She wasn't the type to sit still for long periods of time, and would either get herself occupied with stuff to do or take a nap. The message was followed up by another, this rime coming from Rose. She basically said the same stuff, but mentioned an Inverted Rainbow. Well that sounds strange. Does it only come in black, white and gray? Does the pot of gold appear at the beginning of it? How can it be inverted if it's light splitting from air moisture? Eh, must be more stupid magic bullshit the furball's come up with.
She yawned while stretching her arms out, and looked down from the tree. She spotted Kasumii by the school gates, seemingly lost. It was quite funny to watch for a while, and she did, but then she remembered how Rose wanted her to come immediately. She guessed Kasumii was also in the party list based on what the two of them agreed on yesterday. She hopped off the tree and made a flip for fun, landing right next to the quiet girl.
"Are you lost, Cloaky? Here, let me show you something awesome." She grabbed the girl's arm, checked where the other girls decided to have their meeting using magic sense, and then teleported the two of them right to the spot.
"WHAZAAA!" Elise greeted the others with tongue flaying out in a classy fashion. She then raised Kasumii's hand. "May I present to you: fresh meat, ready for serving! Bon appetit!" | Name: Elise Augermann
Age: 15
Appearance:
Wish: "I wish to travel beyond, and find what I seek." Her wish was granted, but she didn't specify when she was going to find what she sought after, leaving her walking the earth for the rest of her life.
Soul Gem Color: Red
Powers: Teleportation; Elise can instantly move to any location she either has in line of sight or has already touched with her body at least once. If she teleports into solid matter she doesn't die, but suffers greatly and gets thrown out into the nearest free space. She can also teleport other people and objects by touching them with her hands, with the same rules applying. However, she can't teleport other things into solid matter.
Weapon: A greatsword. Can split in half to two smaller swords and recombine back together.
Personality: Elise is always serious and determined in her actions, whether it is speaking with brutal honesty or tearing up her enemies in a rain of blood. She loves to fight, and her bloodlust only worsens when she gets going, making it harder for her to make conscious decisions in the middle of a battle. She hates weak people, civilians and soldiers alike, and doesn't waste any chances at berating them. She is proud of her fighting skills, and loves showing them off whenever she can.
However, despite all her abrasiveness, she has an honorable side to her, and respects others who have proven themselves as capable warriors to her, which is usually when they defeat her or otherwise impress her. Her trust is hard to come by, and she can be argumentative and skeptic about a lot of things. However, deep inside there is a vulnerable side to her that she keeps in check by focusing on her training.
Bio: Unknown for now.
Theme: Pugna Infinita
Other: Loves sour food, but can also tolerate sweet stuff. |
45,218 | 1,228 | 197 | 1,278 | 8,109 | Miyako's School...
"So, you mean you really are a magical girl, Miyako-chan?" Sora asked just to get a final confirmation to her doubts, however the Contractor intervened before Miyako could answer the question "You'll have time to ask this again later, Hitomi Sora. Right now, Miyako Komatsu must go to an important meeting to discuss the Inverted Rainbow with the other magical girls currently in this city."
"As for you, Miyako Komatsu... if you want to learn more about the Inverted Rainbow you should meet with your peers. They're about to begin a discussion on this matter right now. By the way, there's only thirty three hours, fifty four minutes and seventeen seconds left before it happens, it's better if you decide what to do quickly!" The Contractor then hopped of Miyako's shoulder and disappeared amidst the crowd of incoming students.
The Senior's School...
"Very well, then. Follow me." Yuana said as she went behind a three and transformed before running away with her crazy speed, eventually stopping to let the others catch up until they arrived at the roof of the highest building in the city "This will be the best place to discuss it." At exactly this moment:
"WHAZAAA!" Elise greeted the others with tongue flaying out in a classy fashion. She then raised Kasumii's hand. "May I present to you: fresh meat, ready for serving! Bon appetit!"
Yuna smiled at the sight of Elise "Good to see you again, Scarlet. I was starting to get worried after you disappeared yesterday. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you after last night." However, it was the other girl that Elise brought with her that intrigued Yuna the most, thought the frost magical didn't said anything, merely acknowledging Elise's introduction of her with a nod. However, she kept staring at Kasumii with an expression that almost said "Do I know you of somewhere?" Just as she turned to the other magical girls.
However, just as they were about to start the meeting, each magical girl felt her soul gem throb and begin to shine in each of their specific magic colors. This of course was the sign of something that all of them knew all too well "Primordials, just now?" Yuna said, but she gasped in surprise at the the realization of the truth once she focused her mind on the creatures' locations "That can't be... how come there are so many of them at once?"
True to Yuna's surprise, soon the other girls would notice. There were too many Primordials, in fact at least one for each magical girl in the city and all of them were pretty far for one another. Also, from the looks of it, their number would only go up if left unchecked.
"We will talk later, now let's deal with this." Yuna said as she run towards one of the locations with the speed of an incoming blizzard, leaving the others behind. | Name: Yuna Yukino
Age: 16
Appearance:
Normal
Transformed
Wish: "I want to see a White Christmas!"
Soulgem Color: Cyan/Aqua
Magic: Ice/Cold Manipulation.
She's also fast, very fast, coming out of nowhere like a blizzard on a high mountain. Akame might be the most powerful, Rose the toughest of their team, and Emiri the most versatile, but Yuna is the fastest.
Weapon:
I can't be broken in segments like Kyouko's, but Yuna can shatter it to create a storm of steel shrapnel, like Byakuya Kuchiki's bankai, after this attack the spear reforms at her hand normally.
Personality: Somewhat isolated, but confident in her skills, she likes to isolate herself from the world behind a barrier of music, because she grew in a violent family. The magical girl life might have soured Yuna's view of the world, but she's still a good person who struggles hard against the weight of her own perceived sins.
Bio: She's an Okinawan girl who loved Christmas and wished to see an White Christmas on her home island. I don't need to tell you the amount of damage that a heavy blizzard coming out of the blue did to a tropical island, do I? Also she is personally acquainted of Kyouko as she used to frequent Kyouko's father church after she moved away from Okinawa for a time before continuing her wanderings through Japan, when Yuna came back to Kasamino City from a peregrination to Hokkaido, the tragedy had already afflicted her friend's life. After that Yuna went to Miso City where she was knew Akame and the others and decided to join their team, she always tries to convince Kyouko of joining too, but the redhead is as stubborn as a mule, nevertheless Yuna never gives up.
Theme: Kara no Kyoukai (Shiki Ryougi's battle theme), the many dramatic turns on this song combo perfectly with Yuna's dynamic style of combat.
Other: Yuna enjoys music, so she's rarely seen without her headphones, also, just like Kyouko she's a Japanese Christian and used to be a very devout believer before becoming a magical girl. Finally, even though she's officially part of Akame's team, Yuna still lives a life of a penitent pilgrim, never stopping for too long on a single place. |
45,219 | 1,228 | 198 | 832 | 3,739 | As Kasumii was waiting, she looked up, into a tree, feeling the presence of Elise from yesterday. She watched as she flipped out of the tree and landed next to her. "Are you lost, Cloaky? Here, let me show you something awesome." Kasumii did not reply. Cloaky? What kind of nickname is that I don't even wear a cloak. she retorted mentally, as Elise grabbed her hand. She figured what Elise was going to do, so just went with the flow, letting her teleport them to where the other magical girls were.
When they appeared, Elise raised Kasumii's hand, and greeted the others with a tongue flaying out in a classy fashion "WHAZAAA! May I present to you: fresh meat, ready for serving! Bon appetit!" But as she raised Kasumii's hand, Kasumii erased just her hand from existence, and brought it back a quick moment later. Therefore, Elise raised her own hand, as she presented herself as fresh meat. It was a poor, tasteless joke in Kasumii's opinion, so she let Elise become the joke.
In front of them, the other magical girls. Kasumii looked at Rose, Akame and Yuna. The seniors of the group. She wanted a private word with Yuna first, but it seems there won't be a chance to. As the meeting was about to start, a throb of her soul gem. Her soul gem shined, but there was no light, as it was a clear shine. It was odd, but one could tell it was shining. "Primordials, just now?" Yuna said, but she gasped in surprise at the the realization of the truth once she focused her mind on the creatures' locations "That can't be... how come there are so many of them at once?"
The number of primordials, it was just .... unnatural. Could it be ... that the primordials are actually being controlled in some way? That could explain why there are so many here. If this was ... the nest as they say, maybe there is a mother, someone controlling them ... a thought passes by Kasumii, but she did not voice it. It was more important to deal with the primordials. "We will talk later, now let's deal with this." Yuna said as she run towards one of the locations with the speed of an incoming blizzard, leaving the others behind.
Kasumii nodded, and changed into her magical girl form. She started to make her way to a primordial that was in a location near where Yuna was heading. Perhaps there would be a chance for a small private conversation if she could make quick work of the primordial. | Name: Miyako Komatsu
Age: 14
Appearance: Normal
Transformed
Wish: "I wish I was the best magical girl in the world"
Soul Gem Color: Green
Powers: Her powers are twofold. For the first, her general abilities are above the norm for the average magical girl, in terms of speed, strength, and the like.
The other is Mimicry, the ability to copy another Magical Girl's powers after seeing it. She can't permanently take them on, and can only take on one power at a time without significant strain on herself and her body.
Weapon: A swordstaff which can separate into a short sword and a mace
Personality: Miyako is outwardly friendly, confident to the point of being cocky, and a generally open person. She tends to show off in fights, especially when there are others around, though more on the side of flashy than reckless She sees herself as the best, and wants others to know it and treat her as such.
She cares for her friends and is always willing to play the part of a listening ear or to help out if needed, as long as she is secure in her own beliefs. At the same time, her outward personality serves as a mask she keeps over her inner feelings. But she doesn't let those come to the surface, lest she fall into the fugue that held her before. And so long as she has her beliefs, she will be fine.
Bio: The oldest of several brothers and sisters, Miyako grew up believing that she had to be a good role model, to be the best and serve as an example. It was a self given role, though her parents certainly had high hopes. And she managed it, for a while at least. Good grades, friends, that sort of thing.
Then high school began and everything got harder. She found herself not as talented, having to work. Beyond that, there were people more skilled and better than her. Even her own siblings were surpassing her, at least in her mind. Sure, she had her high points, but no longer was she the bright person she thought she was. depression weighed, and it was at that point that she was approached to become a magical girl.
It was an easy choice, and she took it. She became a magical girl, and practically devoted her free time to the job. Her grades might suffer a bit as a result, but she could see how important it was, and she was determined to excel as it. And that she has done, establishing herself as a Magical girl. And if she has her way, it will stay like that.
Theme: Credens Justitiam
Other: |
45,220 | 1,228 | 199 | 2,487 | 9,789 | Akame regarded both Kasumii and Elise with a courteous nod, holding back a sigh at Elise’s rather eccentric mannerisms. She couldn’t help but note to herself that they hadn’t been doing much training as Magical Girls since the newcomers had arrived into the city. Wasn’t that the point of all this? Yuna’s words however reminded her of the cause of such setbacks.
Indeed, it seemed like the Primordials were getting bolder and more rampant as the days progressed. They would need to deal with the immediate threat first, in this case the Inverted Rainbow Yuna mentioned, and then focus on their training. But alas, even the meeting to discuss that very subject had to be interrupted as each Soul Gem buzzed with power.
The tell-tale sign of Primordials, and lots of them too. With the other Magical Girls already deploying themselves, Akame transformed into her Magical Girl attire and leapt away in a jet of flames. She kept an eye on her darkened Soul Gem, knowing that she had to end this battle quick before she dropped down in exhaustion completely.
After all, there was still the worry of a Magical Girl killer on the loose. That wasn’t too pleasing to ponder right now and Akame quickly spotted her target. A gray-skinned thing with a rather large sword and tarnished long hair, the remnants of blonde coloration faded into the long locks. The sword was crusted with rust, a hinged suit of blue armor clung to the Primordial’s frame. It eyed Akame with vicious intent, leaping into the air to intervene with a mighty swing of its blade, the alleyway forgotten beneath its feet. | Name: Akame Natsuko
Age: 18
Pre-Transformation
Post-Transformation
Wish: "To be strong enough to never rely on anyone again and burn away my mistakes forever."
Soul Gem Color: Orange
Powers:
Apart from manipulating flames-from the tiniest ember to the most violent firestorm, Akame possesses the power to collect all moisture in the area and convert it into kinetic energy, thus producing powerful flames. Furthermore, it leaves the targeted area weakened and fatigued, causing all the effects of liquid-deprivation.
Weapon:
Akame's primary weapon is a Japanese Chokuto, or a Japanese straight sword with the length of a katana. In a cruel twist of irony, the one who granted Akame her magic ensured that her power was destructive enough to either light a flaming beacon for all or burn a hole right through her soul.
Acting as a close ranged fighter, Akame can wield, manipulate, and manifest flaming swords that can reach up to scorching temperatures; these can be used to regular wielding for projectile action. Akame is free to utilize her main fire power as a whole in a wide variety of ways, including coating her blade in flame, hurling projectiles of fire, and even causing the equivalent of a small-scaled drought.
Personality:
Akame would like to refer to herself as someone who's just there to be there. She often tries to envision herself as just an ordinary girl and thinks she's no different than any other Magical Girl as a whole. This behavior is not to be mistaken for humbleness. Akame is actually quite weary of not only her magical powers and it's destructive capabilities, but also of forming close relationships with other people.
This irrational fear is due to a certain childhood event in Akame's life and the sheer ferocity of her prowess as a Magical Girl. Despite this, the doubt is not so great as to hinder Akame from at least trying to make friends and putting on a smile. However, she still finds it very difficult to get close to other people emotionally. She struggles to treat others as trusted friends more so then simple comrades at arms.
As of now though, the only close relations circulating her life are the bonds formed with her fellow senior Magical Girls.
Bio:
Akame can neither forget nor forgive her childhood, the whole reason why she became a Magical Girl in the first place. At the age of ten, Akame and a girl named Shizune Kagame were the best of friends, inseparable really. However, like all friendships, the two girl's bond was tested time and time again. One such time proved to be the last.
The two girls both had their eyes set on a gorgeous yellow bow, each believing that they should have it over the other. Arguing became shouting and fighting, leading to a falling out between the two. Through unfortunate circumstances, Akame ended up obtaining the bow, only for it to be stolen by Kagame instead. Jealous and fueled by rage, Kagame went to the bow shop late at night to properly dispose of the thing by burning it at the place where it all began with a match she had stolen prior. Tracking her down, Akame and Kagame once more debated on the fate of the bow.
Through the struggle, the fire began earlier than expected, setting the shop ablaze. Events involving a certain granter of magical powers occurred which led to Kagame perishing in the inferno and Akame barely escaping with her life. Once the authorities arrived and removed Kagame's charred body, all they could find was the yellow bow, albeit singed.
Racked with guilt and sorrow at her selfish wish to survive, Akame began drifting away from the other children, blaming herself for Kagame's fiery demise. To this day, Akame refuses to even touch the tattered yellow bow; it serves as the only remaining reminder of a tragic gateway to reality and brings back too much pain. Behind the cheery smile is still a girl haunted by her past doings.
Of course, no one knows of her story except the two few who she considers real friends.
Theme: Emiya Illya
Other:
-Has a bad habit of carrying around matches around her person; it's more of a security assurance than anything else.
-Takes Kendo lessons and is quite trained with the sword outside of her Magical Girl attire.
-Has a bad habit of drinking too much tea. |
45,221 | 1,228 | 200 | 181 | 1,997 | When Elise raised her own arm up and realized Kasumii played a magical prank on her, the red-haired girl couldn't help but laugh. She didn't expect such a droll girl to be capable of something funny like that, and didn't mind being the punchline at all. "Oh Cloaky, I thought you'd be one of those brooding, boring types, but wow, am I glad to be wrong! You really got me with that one!" She held her sides while recovering from her laughter, and responded to Yuna's greeting.
"You don't need to worry about me, but thanks. Snow White, you're a true sis." She fist-bumped the girl.
Elise was happy, but her expression sharpened and her eyes turned focused once the topic changed to Primordials. "Time to cook up another serving of Primy Pasta à la Elise!" Without waiting for response, the hot-blooded girl ran off the edge and jumped out. The nearby Primordials were taken by other girls, so Elise set her sights on a more distant one. The Primordial had a very pretty and frilly dress that seemed to constantly change from one design to the next, every design unique from the others. The Prmordial held a wand in her hand, and it's head changed between a winged beak and a circled star. Once Elise got to engaging distance, the Primordial pulled out a card of some sort, and summoned a feminine spirit of wind. Elise twirled to the side and avoided the forward-moving apparition that disappeared.
"A caster, huh? I know what you're weak to-steel applied directly to the forehead!" Elise charged in, but the tiny creature on the Primordial's shoulder grew into a winged lion, and intercepted Elise, jaw open wide. Elise blocked with her greatsword, and the beast bit on the blade. The Primordial now pulled a new card, and a black cloud appeared over her head. Elise decided enough was enough, and threw the greatsword upwards, sending the winged lion who still clung to the weapon to collide with the black cloud. With her path now clear, Elise leapt down on the rooftop where the Primordial was, pulled out her twin swords and ran at the caster. The Primordial responded by pulling out a card, and a shield appeared in front of her. While Elise was busy banging on the shield, the Primordial dispelled it with another card.
"Hah, this is gonna be eas-" Elise said, before she swung at the Primordial and realized she was suddenly a master at martial arts, easily dodging and weaving through her attacks. The Primordial counterattacked with a roundhouse kick, and though Elise parried it, she was still sent back by the impact. Elise landed on her feet, and struck a defensive pose.
"You can do a lot with those cards, huh? Well it won't match up to pure skill!" | Name: Elise Augermann
Age: 15
Appearance:
Wish: "I wish to travel beyond, and find what I seek." Her wish was granted, but she didn't specify when she was going to find what she sought after, leaving her walking the earth for the rest of her life.
Soul Gem Color: Red
Powers: Teleportation; Elise can instantly move to any location she either has in line of sight or has already touched with her body at least once. If she teleports into solid matter she doesn't die, but suffers greatly and gets thrown out into the nearest free space. She can also teleport other people and objects by touching them with her hands, with the same rules applying. However, she can't teleport other things into solid matter.
Weapon: A greatsword. Can split in half to two smaller swords and recombine back together.
Personality: Elise is always serious and determined in her actions, whether it is speaking with brutal honesty or tearing up her enemies in a rain of blood. She loves to fight, and her bloodlust only worsens when she gets going, making it harder for her to make conscious decisions in the middle of a battle. She hates weak people, civilians and soldiers alike, and doesn't waste any chances at berating them. She is proud of her fighting skills, and loves showing them off whenever she can.
However, despite all her abrasiveness, she has an honorable side to her, and respects others who have proven themselves as capable warriors to her, which is usually when they defeat her or otherwise impress her. Her trust is hard to come by, and she can be argumentative and skeptic about a lot of things. However, deep inside there is a vulnerable side to her that she keeps in check by focusing on her training.
Bio: Unknown for now.
Theme: Pugna Infinita
Other: Loves sour food, but can also tolerate sweet stuff. |
45,222 | 1,228 | 201 | 1,278 | 8,109 | It seemed Elise did not mind becoming a joke, and although Kasumii did not really like the name 'Cloaky', it seemed she would have to deal with it. She wanted to smile, but she kept her walls up, afraid of getting close to others. Yuna seemed to have a nickname of her own and a nickname for Elise. Snow White and Scarlet. When Yuna turned to see Kasumii though, it seemed like she was staring. Her face looked like it saw something that seemed familiar but not quite sure if it was familiar or not. Does she still remember me somehow? No, it shouldn't be .... unless ... I messed up last time .... What name did I use again? ... Setsuna? Kana? Well, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Either way, once I leave, she will forget anyway.
There it was, the primordial on a roof top, looking around for something to kill. The primordial was dressed in a black one piece with white cuffs and a white collar. It was thin, like an anorexic. Despite being so thin, it had a big sword. A black sword, with .... red lips, teeth and a tongue. As the primordial contorted it's body, with it's legs leaning forward and it's back bending back. It's torso twisting and lifting the sword, cutting upwards. From the sword came a scream. A high-pitch scream that felt like it could burst ear drums. The cut followed the ground, continuing forward. Kasumii side-stepped the cut, seeing the damage it dealt.
This shouldn't be too hard she thought. The primordial almost looked nervous and unsure of what to do, looking at the ground. Kasumii then started to charge in, however, then the primordial looked up, smiling. It was a smile of insanity, a smile of pure madness. Another slice came out towards Kasumii, but it was much faster. Kasumii could not dodge, and she was cut in two. The primordial looked down, tilting it's head, like it was confused, before smiling more. It went to cut and slice and dice the body of Kasumii. Or at least what it thought to be the body of Kasumii.
Kasumii was a mist, hovering over the Primordial. The body it was cutting up was just a Decoy. She then appeared, coming back into existence in a physical form, behind the primordial, with one of her kunai ready to stab the primordial through the neck. As she started to stab, all of the force behind her blow stopped. What the? What is this? she thought. It was impossible to penetrate, impossible to push the blade further, to cut, to stab. It was like she was trying to stab into a diamond.
The decoy disappeared, and the primordial froze. From the wound in the primordial, black blood oozed unnaturally. It felt dangerous. The black blood that oozed formed spikes attempting to stab into Kasumii. She once again vanished, turning into a mist and appeared behind the primordial. Is the blood of the primordial, it's weapon? Can it change shape, form and solidity at will? This is troublesome. It seemed she wouldn't be able to end it as quickly as she thought.
She went for another method. Making a throwing motion, she threw nothing at the primordial. The primordial was confused as to what the magical girl was doing, but once again, the smile of madness appeared, as it charged at the magical girl. Tsk ... Talk about unpredictable movements the primordial's path, and movements were extremely unnatural. Kasumii clicked, and suddenly a kunai appeared within the primordial. Well, at least this method works, but with it's awkward movements, it's not gonna be easy to kill The primordial had stopped momentarily, looking at it's wounded shoulder. A blade was inside of the shoulder, piercing the skin, blood and bone. It looked at it, and then smiled once more, that maddening smile. | Name: Yuna Yukino
Age: 16
Appearance:
Normal
Transformed
Wish: "I want to see a White Christmas!"
Soulgem Color: Cyan/Aqua
Magic: Ice/Cold Manipulation.
She's also fast, very fast, coming out of nowhere like a blizzard on a high mountain. Akame might be the most powerful, Rose the toughest of their team, and Emiri the most versatile, but Yuna is the fastest.
Weapon:
I can't be broken in segments like Kyouko's, but Yuna can shatter it to create a storm of steel shrapnel, like Byakuya Kuchiki's bankai, after this attack the spear reforms at her hand normally.
Personality: Somewhat isolated, but confident in her skills, she likes to isolate herself from the world behind a barrier of music, because she grew in a violent family. The magical girl life might have soured Yuna's view of the world, but she's still a good person who struggles hard against the weight of her own perceived sins.
Bio: She's an Okinawan girl who loved Christmas and wished to see an White Christmas on her home island. I don't need to tell you the amount of damage that a heavy blizzard coming out of the blue did to a tropical island, do I? Also she is personally acquainted of Kyouko as she used to frequent Kyouko's father church after she moved away from Okinawa for a time before continuing her wanderings through Japan, when Yuna came back to Kasamino City from a peregrination to Hokkaido, the tragedy had already afflicted her friend's life. After that Yuna went to Miso City where she was knew Akame and the others and decided to join their team, she always tries to convince Kyouko of joining too, but the redhead is as stubborn as a mule, nevertheless Yuna never gives up.
Theme: Kara no Kyoukai (Shiki Ryougi's battle theme), the many dramatic turns on this song combo perfectly with Yuna's dynamic style of combat.
Other: Yuna enjoys music, so she's rarely seen without her headphones, also, just like Kyouko she's a Japanese Christian and used to be a very devout believer before becoming a magical girl. Finally, even though she's officially part of Akame's team, Yuna still lives a life of a penitent pilgrim, never stopping for too long on a single place. |
45,223 | 1,228 | 202 | 832 | 3,739 | Separate from the rest, Miyako was quick to arrive at the location of the primordial that she had chosen to fight, swordstaff at the ready as she looked for her opponent. She quickly found it, and an eyebrow rose at the appearance it had. It was bestial, almost feral, with blowing red eyes, bared fangs, and a body of total black. Yet she could make out details past it, spikes jutting out and what seemed like gauntlet clad fists, almost shaped like a teenage girl if it weren't for the all encompassing blackness, to accompany the growling that was of a different tone to usual Primordials. It sent a chill through her, and her eyes widened at the visible red aura around it as it smashed everything in it's path.
"Well, this is going to be fun," she noted to herself grimly as she faced it down. She had the feeling that fancy tricks wouldn't work on it, with the way it was bullheadedly destroying everything in it's way. Then again, she might be wrong. There would only be one way to find out really.
So she moved in, rushing in with a burst of speed to intercept the Primordial before it could hurt more people in it's deranged rampage. "Hey, ugly, over here," she called aloud, not the most subtle tactic when it came down to it, but not really minding that. And indeed it was effective as a snarl issued forth from the Primordial's black maw, and it turned to begin pursuing her rather than anyone else, just like she wanted. Now she could handle this thing her way.
Her swordstaff twirled as she struck, watching with some surprise as the Primordial pretty much punched his blade out of the way, sparks leaping free and scattered as she pushed her offensive. It seemed that this Primordial was all about offense then as it snarled and growled, limbs lashing out and slamming against her weapon, earning grunts and grit teeth in return. Her offensive didn't last long in this situation as she shifted to the defensive, blade flashing to block high powered punches.
"Geez, what is it with this thing," she panted aloud as she blocked another strike, her sword leaping in her grasp. She couldn't afford to switch it to dual weapons, given how hard each punch was hitting. It was like a freight train or something, and it was all she could do to keep from having her guard snapped like a twig. She was not about to lose here, not when she had come this far, that was for sure. She just had to find an opportunity to act and take back control of this fight, before things went more wrong than they had already.
That did not come though as a last hit slammed home and she slipped up. That was all the thing needed for it to take advantage of, and suddenly she was airborne, before slamming into a wall and making a decent crater in it. Miyako grinned as she levered herself back to her feet with her weapon, rolling to the side just in time to dodge a hit that would have finished her off for sure had it landed. She struck upwards then, shifting another ferocious punch before it could land, that defining her new strategy as she spun back and away. This, this was going to be tough. | Name: Miyako Komatsu
Age: 14
Appearance: Normal
Transformed
Wish: "I wish I was the best magical girl in the world"
Soul Gem Color: Green
Powers: Her powers are twofold. For the first, her general abilities are above the norm for the average magical girl, in terms of speed, strength, and the like.
The other is Mimicry, the ability to copy another Magical Girl's powers after seeing it. She can't permanently take them on, and can only take on one power at a time without significant strain on herself and her body.
Weapon: A swordstaff which can separate into a short sword and a mace
Personality: Miyako is outwardly friendly, confident to the point of being cocky, and a generally open person. She tends to show off in fights, especially when there are others around, though more on the side of flashy than reckless She sees herself as the best, and wants others to know it and treat her as such.
She cares for her friends and is always willing to play the part of a listening ear or to help out if needed, as long as she is secure in her own beliefs. At the same time, her outward personality serves as a mask she keeps over her inner feelings. But she doesn't let those come to the surface, lest she fall into the fugue that held her before. And so long as she has her beliefs, she will be fine.
Bio: The oldest of several brothers and sisters, Miyako grew up believing that she had to be a good role model, to be the best and serve as an example. It was a self given role, though her parents certainly had high hopes. And she managed it, for a while at least. Good grades, friends, that sort of thing.
Then high school began and everything got harder. She found herself not as talented, having to work. Beyond that, there were people more skilled and better than her. Even her own siblings were surpassing her, at least in her mind. Sure, she had her high points, but no longer was she the bright person she thought she was. depression weighed, and it was at that point that she was approached to become a magical girl.
It was an easy choice, and she took it. She became a magical girl, and practically devoted her free time to the job. Her grades might suffer a bit as a result, but she could see how important it was, and she was determined to excel as it. And that she has done, establishing herself as a Magical girl. And if she has her way, it will stay like that.
Theme: Credens Justitiam
Other: |
45,224 | 1,228 | 203 | 515 | 4,616 | Finally I made it. Amara thought as she arrived at the meeting place with Mizuki close behind. This defiantly has not been my day, first I get stuck in traffic, then a horde of Primordials appear. She looked around, noticing the others in battle already. She heard a noise behind her, and acting on reflex, she jumped out of the way and turned around while transforming into her magical girl form. She tensed, anticipating an attack that never came. There was a primordial in the shadows, that much she knew, but she had no idea what happed. Did it throw some thing at me? Amara's eyes widened as she felt the massive presence of the thing, like a dark, grimy ominous cloud that felt like mildew and slime. This one is one of the most powerful I have ever felt. I think it might be too much for me to handle.Slowly the Primordial stepped out of the shadows. It's appearance was like a gargoyle and a human, it had black demonic wings arms legs and a tail. Its head and torso where human-shaped, exeept for a pair of white horns sticking out of its head. The strangest thing about it's appearance was a large hole in it's sternum that went straight through it's body. It has a great big hole in it, yet it is still alive? How is that possible. Amara wondered. She looked down at herself and back at the thing Oh, magic I guess. The primordial let out what could vaguely be called a scream, but it reverberated oddly. "Mizuki!" Amara shouted. "I'm on it." She replied. No jokes or banter now, this was serious. Mizuki's form overlapped Amara, then disappeared. As if in response, the primordial summoned a large javelin of some strange green energy. "Lets do this!" Two voices cried in unison. Amara summoned her Scythe and charged the deadly primordial. | Name: Fukui Yoshiko (Was her name)
Currently goes by: Kasumii
Age: 15
Appearance:
Wish: "I wish … I never existed."
Soul Gem Color: Clear/Transparent
Powers:
Her main power involves making things either exist, or not exist. This comes in many shapes and forms. Her own existence is something she can completely remove, her magic, her presence, her body, her soul gem, memories of her, everything about herself. When Kasumii erases herself, she becomes something like a mist, something invisible and intangible. She cannot interact with others or do anything in this state, only observe.
Her powers extend to things outside of herself, such as weapons, objects, events, powers and, previously people. It has drawbacks, however. She can only remove the existence of events that she has witnessed, or objects in her vicinity. Removal of these things can have dire consequences when handled inappropriately. She has erased the existence of her own power to erase people, having witnessed the horrors that can occur. The scale of what is erased corrupts her soul gem almost exponentially.
Kasumii’s other powers include the ability to create a decoy version of herself and memory manipulation. The decoy can act and do as she wishes. It cannot use her powers, but has her physical capabilities. Her memory manipulation works side by side her existence removal, if she removes the existence of something from one’s memory, she can manipulate associated memories.
When erasing objects, weapons or powers, they still appear to her, in a separate realm. They can continue moving as they normally do, and she can bring them back into existence.
Weapon:
A kunai (Does not have just a single kunai, can bring out very many kunais)
Personality:
The silent type who normally doesn’t say much. Kasumii’s outward personality is that of an introvert, keeping to herself, and not talking much. It is not that she wants to be alone, it is just that she does not interact with others much. She rarely ever engages another person in conversation.
Kasumii, however, does keep distance. She tries to prevent forming close bonds. It is not that she does not want to, but, is afraid to. Anyone who gets close to her seems to suffer in some way or another. She does not know what she can do for them, and struggles with this, so she keeps her distance.
In reality, Kasumii is a very nice girl, protective and understanding. She cares deeply for others and does not want others to be hurt. If she could, she would be friendly and a bit more engaging, however, she has stopped herself from doing this.
Bio:
Kasumii was given the name Yoshiko from her parents, written with the characters luck and child. They thought she would bring them good fortune, however, they were wrong. Ever since then, everything went to hell for them. They struggled to survive, to live and to feed her. Eventually, she was old enough to go to school, and she tried to make friends. At first everyone was nice to her, but eventually, those that got close to her suffered. They got ill, broke their bones, got bad grades, and many more things.
“I am a curse. A mistake to this world. No matter what I do, I hurt others.” She would say. She thought this with all her heart. One day, the contractor appeared. That was when she made her wish, and her world changed. Her parents, their lives, were so much better, those she had considered her friends had lived better lives. With that, she was satisfied, her life never existed, no-one knew her, she did not matter. For them, she felt happy. With that her body ceased to exist, but the contractor still spoke to her, he had a mission for her.
From then on, she was a magical girl, who did not exist, who appeared and disappeared, without anyone knowing, even other magical girls. Travelling to many, many cities.
Theme: Shadows Dance in the Darkness
Other:
Her physical and defensive capabilities are much lower than other magical girls. Thus she is vulnerable and has a hard time with fighting as her attacks are generally weak.
Her style is more of an assassin, thus she does not consider what she does fighting. Kasumii, in her own opinion, cannot fight. She can kill, but not fight.
Catchphrase – “You cannot kill what does not exist.”
Kasumii likes to click to bring things back into existence. She does not need to do this, but has chosen to. It also acts as a signal to any allies.
She found someone who thought it was better not to exist like her once, she tried to give them that chance, but the results changed so many lives for the worse. Kasumii brought the person back into existence, telling her of the change. The person did not think it was true, and still wanted to erase themselves, and thus took their own life. Kasumii did not want this to happen again, and decided to stop intervening with other people, and removed her own ability to erase people’s existence.
Kasumii belonged to a group once. They all became close friends, but her misfortune aura made them suffer. Not being able to stand it anymore, she once more removed her existence, erasing herself from their memories and thus deciding she cannot get close to anyone emotionally.
Usually stays in a misty form, only appearing when necessary
If she were to die, all memories of her existence would be removed from everyone (as to fully comply with her wish) |
45,225 | 1,228 | 204 | 2,487 | 9,789 | The clash of blades ringing and steel sparks flying filled the rooftops of Miso City. Akame ran parallel to her sword bearing enemy, slicing about and countering each strike faster than any swordsman. Likewise, the Primordial facing her kept up with equal speed and lurched forward to push her back with exceeding strength.
Their blades locked together, Akame kicked the knight back before gripping her sword with two hands. Moving her arms upward, she clenched her weapon tighter and swung it downwards into an arc. A crescent wave of flame was hurled directly at the Primordial. Skidding on the roof with its gauntlets, the creature make a quick recovery and held itself in its own battle stance.
With one foot outward, the Primordial gave out a mighty bellow as it too copied Akame’s exact motions, launching back its own attack. Instead of flame however, a wave of pure, golden energy met with the wall of fire. Akame narrowed her eyes and grit her teeth slightly, ready to dodge if the clash of power resulted into an explosive convergence.
Seconds passed before her predictions were proven true, the ground rumbling beneath her feet as the two bursts of opposing energies finally collapsed upon each other and forced both combatants backwards. Smoke was everywhere but Akame made sure to keep herself moving. Her dark coat made it easier to camouflage herself in the plumes and it was only a matter of moments before she sensed the Primordial. With its back turned towards her, searching in the dark mist, Akame leapt into the air and shot down like a bullet, ready to pierce its black heart.
“W-What?”
Akame’s sword was met with nothing but air. Surprised, she parted the smoke instantly with a mighty wave of her hand and just caught the last glimpses of her enemy. The knight Primordial was being enclosed in what looked like a line in reality, sucked in and departing from her sight before the line closed in the shape of an eye.
A soft giggling filled Akame’s ears and she turned around to see the one that had caused such a phenomena. This Primordial had long flowing hair coupled with a dark gray and purple dress. A large parasol was held in one hand while a small, Japanese fan was held in the other. They floated in the air gracefully, as if it were some divine being from the cosmos.
“So you’re the real enemy here,” Akame mused, pointing her blade at the newcomer. “Nice trick you got there. I bet you have plenty more if that powerful presence of yours is anything to go by.”
The Primordial giggled once more in response to that, opening up more eye-like portals for the coming battle. Akame tensed a little, knowing that for some reason this Primordial was significantly more powerful than the others. That meant it was more intelligent…and more dangerous. She realized that she might need some assistance for this one.
Hopefully help would come in time. | Name: Akame Natsuko
Age: 18
Pre-Transformation
Post-Transformation
Wish: "To be strong enough to never rely on anyone again and burn away my mistakes forever."
Soul Gem Color: Orange
Powers:
Apart from manipulating flames-from the tiniest ember to the most violent firestorm, Akame possesses the power to collect all moisture in the area and convert it into kinetic energy, thus producing powerful flames. Furthermore, it leaves the targeted area weakened and fatigued, causing all the effects of liquid-deprivation.
Weapon:
Akame's primary weapon is a Japanese Chokuto, or a Japanese straight sword with the length of a katana. In a cruel twist of irony, the one who granted Akame her magic ensured that her power was destructive enough to either light a flaming beacon for all or burn a hole right through her soul.
Acting as a close ranged fighter, Akame can wield, manipulate, and manifest flaming swords that can reach up to scorching temperatures; these can be used to regular wielding for projectile action. Akame is free to utilize her main fire power as a whole in a wide variety of ways, including coating her blade in flame, hurling projectiles of fire, and even causing the equivalent of a small-scaled drought.
Personality:
Akame would like to refer to herself as someone who's just there to be there. She often tries to envision herself as just an ordinary girl and thinks she's no different than any other Magical Girl as a whole. This behavior is not to be mistaken for humbleness. Akame is actually quite weary of not only her magical powers and it's destructive capabilities, but also of forming close relationships with other people.
This irrational fear is due to a certain childhood event in Akame's life and the sheer ferocity of her prowess as a Magical Girl. Despite this, the doubt is not so great as to hinder Akame from at least trying to make friends and putting on a smile. However, she still finds it very difficult to get close to other people emotionally. She struggles to treat others as trusted friends more so then simple comrades at arms.
As of now though, the only close relations circulating her life are the bonds formed with her fellow senior Magical Girls.
Bio:
Akame can neither forget nor forgive her childhood, the whole reason why she became a Magical Girl in the first place. At the age of ten, Akame and a girl named Shizune Kagame were the best of friends, inseparable really. However, like all friendships, the two girl's bond was tested time and time again. One such time proved to be the last.
The two girls both had their eyes set on a gorgeous yellow bow, each believing that they should have it over the other. Arguing became shouting and fighting, leading to a falling out between the two. Through unfortunate circumstances, Akame ended up obtaining the bow, only for it to be stolen by Kagame instead. Jealous and fueled by rage, Kagame went to the bow shop late at night to properly dispose of the thing by burning it at the place where it all began with a match she had stolen prior. Tracking her down, Akame and Kagame once more debated on the fate of the bow.
Through the struggle, the fire began earlier than expected, setting the shop ablaze. Events involving a certain granter of magical powers occurred which led to Kagame perishing in the inferno and Akame barely escaping with her life. Once the authorities arrived and removed Kagame's charred body, all they could find was the yellow bow, albeit singed.
Racked with guilt and sorrow at her selfish wish to survive, Akame began drifting away from the other children, blaming herself for Kagame's fiery demise. To this day, Akame refuses to even touch the tattered yellow bow; it serves as the only remaining reminder of a tragic gateway to reality and brings back too much pain. Behind the cheery smile is still a girl haunted by her past doings.
Of course, no one knows of her story except the two few who she considers real friends.
Theme: Emiya Illya
Other:
-Has a bad habit of carrying around matches around her person; it's more of a security assurance than anything else.
-Takes Kendo lessons and is quite trained with the sword outside of her Magical Girl attire.
-Has a bad habit of drinking too much tea. |
45,226 | 1,228 | 205 | 1,278 | 8,109 | Yuna dashed at the white magical girl, trusting her spear at her chest, but the other girl blocked Yuna's attack with another shield spell and prepared to counterattack with another wave of guided light balls.
"Just as I expect" Yuna said while disengaging her spear and spinning her body, summoning a crown shaped ice formation to protect her of the sledgehammer-like magical blasts, following the attack by stabbing her spear on the ground causing the ice crown to burst and shoot sharp splinters of ice everywhere.
The white primordial blocked the ice blast with another shield and flash stepped to where Yuna was standing, trying to slam the frost magical girl with another blow of her staff, only hit an ice clone, losing her balance momentarily.
Yuna had used the explosion to cover herself in a flurry on snow and ice, while jumping away from the primordial and now used her small advantage to dash at it from behind, trying to finish the fight as fast as she could. Just as she was about to make contact, Yuna spun her spear and an arced wave of icicles shot from the ground up aiming for the primordial's left flank, while Yuna delivered a roundhouse kick at its right. "Block this!"
The staggered primordial howled as she was both stabbed and hit by a concrete splitting kick at the same time. Blood began to paint her tarnished white dress in a deep crimson color. However, it wasn't about done yet and countered by slamming Yuna with her staff thrice in rapid succession, breaking some of Yuna's ribs and rupturing some of her organs, causing the frost magical girl to spit a stream of fresh blood as she rolled for several meters on the cold pavement.
Yuna got up and cleared the blood from her cheeks, she knew that if she didn't made quick work of this primordial she had big chance of dying. The frost magical girl closed her eyes and breathed deeply, feeling the stabbing pain from her broken ribs gritting against her lungs awakened her fighting spirit, and when she exhaled a could of frost left her mouth and her eyes were as sharp as those of a tigress ready to finish her prey in one fell sweep.
The primordial ignored Yuna's second wind and shot another beam of pink destruction, trying to erase the magical girl from existence in one attack. At the same time it shot another wave of light balls to try to trap Yuna on the beam's path.
Yuna smirked "You're going to need more than that, to kill me" and dashed with an speed unseen up to now, barely a blur in the middle of a snow flurry that suddenly hit the parking lot. She flashed behind the primordial and delivered a blindingly fast barrage of stabs and kicks, finishing her assault by spinning her spear and summoning a large icicle to stab the primordial's chest. "If I die here I'll never be able to see Elise and the others again. I'll not allow that, not after finding something precious to me after so many years walking the world alone."
The primordial's world turned red, not with the wounds, no, they could and would be ignored. Even losing an arm, or both, was nothing but a flesh wound to a creature such as they. What made her world turn red was rage, burning anger for seeing the smile on the magical girl's face. Why was she so full of hope after being battered like that? Has the bashing bring about the hidden masochist on the girl's heart, or she did remembered something that gave her this miraculous second wind? Nah... it didn't mattered, all that it needed to was to kill and consume this girl's flesh, the tears of despair coming from her broken delusions would be the perfect spice to such a meal. So it roared and discarded the cumbersome weapon it was wielding pouncing at Yuna with its bare claws and shark-like teeth, hoping to rip the frost magical girl's throat off of her neck.
"Finally revealed your true colors, huh? A shame it won't work." Yuna said as she met the primordial charge with spinning kick, sending her flying backwards. Right at that time Yuna's body shuddered with a bad feeling coming from the direction Akame went to "Could it be?"
The primordial's rage was turned into pure wrath as it got up and charged at the distracted magical girl, roaring and howling like a maddened demon.
"I don't have more time to lose here" Yuna said when the primordial was almost upon her. She hit the beast with the shaft of her spear sending it reeling backwards and to end the fight... "May God have your soul. Now, die!" the frost magical girl yelled as she launched her strongest attack, throwing her spear which broke into thousands of steel shards mid flight and reduced the primordial's body to a blood stain on the pavement.
"Akame, Akame, are you well? Hold on, I'll arrive there as soon as I can." Yuna said telepathically as she dashed to the location of their leader, ignorant to the fact that the primordial she just killed didn't turned into a black rock as usual , but instead on a miniature magic circle. The meaning of this only time would be able to tell. | Name: Yuna Yukino
Age: 16
Appearance:
Normal
Transformed
Wish: "I want to see a White Christmas!"
Soulgem Color: Cyan/Aqua
Magic: Ice/Cold Manipulation.
She's also fast, very fast, coming out of nowhere like a blizzard on a high mountain. Akame might be the most powerful, Rose the toughest of their team, and Emiri the most versatile, but Yuna is the fastest.
Weapon:
I can't be broken in segments like Kyouko's, but Yuna can shatter it to create a storm of steel shrapnel, like Byakuya Kuchiki's bankai, after this attack the spear reforms at her hand normally.
Personality: Somewhat isolated, but confident in her skills, she likes to isolate herself from the world behind a barrier of music, because she grew in a violent family. The magical girl life might have soured Yuna's view of the world, but she's still a good person who struggles hard against the weight of her own perceived sins.
Bio: She's an Okinawan girl who loved Christmas and wished to see an White Christmas on her home island. I don't need to tell you the amount of damage that a heavy blizzard coming out of the blue did to a tropical island, do I? Also she is personally acquainted of Kyouko as she used to frequent Kyouko's father church after she moved away from Okinawa for a time before continuing her wanderings through Japan, when Yuna came back to Kasamino City from a peregrination to Hokkaido, the tragedy had already afflicted her friend's life. After that Yuna went to Miso City where she was knew Akame and the others and decided to join their team, she always tries to convince Kyouko of joining too, but the redhead is as stubborn as a mule, nevertheless Yuna never gives up.
Theme: Kara no Kyoukai (Shiki Ryougi's battle theme), the many dramatic turns on this song combo perfectly with Yuna's dynamic style of combat.
Other: Yuna enjoys music, so she's rarely seen without her headphones, also, just like Kyouko she's a Japanese Christian and used to be a very devout believer before becoming a magical girl. Finally, even though she's officially part of Akame's team, Yuna still lives a life of a penitent pilgrim, never stopping for too long on a single place. |
45,227 | 1,228 | 206 | 832 | 3,739 | The plaza that Miyako was fighting in had been thoroughly destroyed over the course of this battle, smashed by fist or by weapon, or even by the high speed impacts of bodies against surfaces that shattered them in the process. At least the area was clear of civilians now, which prevented more deaths, but windows had been shattered, walls wrecked, and the ground cratered from missed blows, a flurry of explosive destruction that was definitely a first for the magical girl.
Still, the fight raged without abandon, the Primordial not slowing down or deterred by any strikes that Miyako might land, while the magical girl had shifted to the defensive. She had no special powers to draw on, and she couldn't use her weapon to it's full functionality due to the fact that trying to fight with one weapon in each hand would make her unable to block, at least against punches that were this powerful. She wasn't sure how the others were handling things, bur hopefully they were having as hard a time as she was.
Another leap took her out of the way of a punch as the remains of a table were shattered into so much woodchips and sawdust, definitely no longer usable. She took the moment to attack then, swordstaff spinning as she lashed out with a swift kick aimed at the dark creature. It hit, which she was glad for, but it didn't seem to do anything to phase the Primordial, as if it could just soak up all the damage she dealt. And it had thus far, which made this all the more distressing. She'd need to do a fatal strike before she was overwhelmed, and fast. Already she could tell she was starting to grow close to her limit.
Still, she was not going to lose or fall here, not if she had a say in the matter. She spun about, chucking items at the Primordial and using the opening as it swatted them aside to try and get behind it, so that she would have the freedom to maneuver and attack. So she did, striking with blistering fury and cold determination in a rapid trio of blows that at least gave the thing pause. But she botched the retreat, and it took the opportunity to hit her back.
"Aaagh!" Miyako cried out as she smashed clean through a bench, feeling the wood splinters lodged in her skin, irritating the wounds and making healing that much more of a hassle. It was a good thing she was the best magical girl out there, or she would have had real trouble right about now. But she wasn't, so she managed to keep going in spite of that.
Quickly recovering, she charged forward again, determined to end this. But rather than meet the countering punch, she instead ducked beneath it in a slide, letting her sword rise up to gouge at the bottom of the Primordial's arm, earning a roar of pain from the beast as black ichor sprayed and tainted the ground. That only seemed to enrage it further though, and it swung about to strike her further. She wasn't hit, but her weapon was sent spinning instead. "Tech, great," she grumbled as she rolled out of the way, dashing for it, only for the Primordial to get between her and it.
At the same time she felt the change in signature from further afield, indicating that something was up. But she didn't have the time for that, had to focus on the opponent at hand. If she let it then this thing would punch her into next week, not exactly the option she was looking forward to. But she would persevere, one way or another. She just had to find a way. | Name: Miyako Komatsu
Age: 14
Appearance: Normal
Transformed
Wish: "I wish I was the best magical girl in the world"
Soul Gem Color: Green
Powers: Her powers are twofold. For the first, her general abilities are above the norm for the average magical girl, in terms of speed, strength, and the like.
The other is Mimicry, the ability to copy another Magical Girl's powers after seeing it. She can't permanently take them on, and can only take on one power at a time without significant strain on herself and her body.
Weapon: A swordstaff which can separate into a short sword and a mace
Personality: Miyako is outwardly friendly, confident to the point of being cocky, and a generally open person. She tends to show off in fights, especially when there are others around, though more on the side of flashy than reckless She sees herself as the best, and wants others to know it and treat her as such.
She cares for her friends and is always willing to play the part of a listening ear or to help out if needed, as long as she is secure in her own beliefs. At the same time, her outward personality serves as a mask she keeps over her inner feelings. But she doesn't let those come to the surface, lest she fall into the fugue that held her before. And so long as she has her beliefs, she will be fine.
Bio: The oldest of several brothers and sisters, Miyako grew up believing that she had to be a good role model, to be the best and serve as an example. It was a self given role, though her parents certainly had high hopes. And she managed it, for a while at least. Good grades, friends, that sort of thing.
Then high school began and everything got harder. She found herself not as talented, having to work. Beyond that, there were people more skilled and better than her. Even her own siblings were surpassing her, at least in her mind. Sure, she had her high points, but no longer was she the bright person she thought she was. depression weighed, and it was at that point that she was approached to become a magical girl.
It was an easy choice, and she took it. She became a magical girl, and practically devoted her free time to the job. Her grades might suffer a bit as a result, but she could see how important it was, and she was determined to excel as it. And that she has done, establishing herself as a Magical girl. And if she has her way, it will stay like that.
Theme: Credens Justitiam
Other: |
45,228 | 1,229 | 0 | 1,570 | 4,066 | June 12th, 2016 9:00am
”I’ll be fine. I’ll call you.” Quinn glanced at her parents over the rolled down window with her bright grayish blue eyes. ”I promise.” she gave a cheerful smile as her father leaned in and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. ”Have fun and be safe kiddo, we’ll see you in a week and we better hear from you tonight.” Giving a small wave from the steering wheel, Quinn pulled out from the driveway with her parent’s mini van. It wasn’t the coolest ride, but it would fit everyone comfortably for the long trip they had in store.
After picking up all her friends, the adventure began. Several bathroom breaks, changing of drivers, and crying with laughter as they debated whether it was a stunk they smelled or a loose fart of one of the people in the car- the group was having a wonderful time traveling up north and enjoying the open road.
June 12th, 2016 6:45pm
A little over nine hours into their journey, the group arrived at the Lost Lake Lodge with a still bright sun in the sky, and very hungry stomachs. Pulling into a parking spot, the group got out and made their way into the lobby to check in. They decided it’d be best to just eat at the little restaurant inside the lounge that night, and start cooking some of their meals for the rest of the week starting tomorrow morning.
After grabbing a meal, the group got back to the car to start lugging all their supplies deep into the woods to find their campsite. Even though they weren’t very far from the lodge, the darkening sky and heavy wooded area did set a bit of an eerie mood. Laying out the two tents, they decided to split the girls and boys up during the trip, placing them right next to one another. The boys were going to be in the larger yellow tent and the girls in a small grey tent. Near by a fire pit with six folding chairs was not too far from the tents. Exhausting as it was, the group was all settled in and happy that the trip had been safe, and that they had finally arrived- they had been talking about this since the beginning of senior year and had been planning and re-planning for weeks on end.
As one of the boys started up the fire, Quinn dug around in their food supply, ”S’mores anyone?” she sang out in a playful and excited tone, opening up the bag of marshmallows and popping one into her mouth. She opened some of the other supplies for the delicious campfire treat and passed them around, including long roasting sticks that she put on her several lists and made sure to bring with. The night was winding down for the long day, but it was only the start of a week of fun for the group of friends. | Quinn Kathleen Bedford
Name
Quinn Kathleen Bedford. Quinn or Q is fine.
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Has ears pierced once, no prominent scars, and has no tattoos.
Likes & Dislikes
• Coffee
• Smell of bonfires
• Having small talk with friends
• Taking photos of things that matter to her
• Getting dirty
• Yelling and loud noises
• Using swear words for no reason
• People that truly believe in horoscopes
Hobbies
• Photography
• Cooking and baking
• Dancing (takes ballet class)
Habits
• Making lists
• Talks in her sleep
• Bites her nails when she's nervous
Fears
• Drowning
• Not succeeding at her goals
• Losing touch with her friends next year
Personality
• Cheerful • Perfectionist • Reliable • Worrisome •
Biography
Bryan and Katherine Bedford were born and in the bustling city of Chicago and they eventually raised their only child Quinn- there as well. Quinn's father is a lead pastor for an urban church and her mother is an elementary school teacher. With her parents in the profession they chose, the type of upbringing Quinn had brought many challenges. Some would say it was almost too controlled and strict. However, it did bring a lot of opportunities for the young girl, giving her a very mature out look on life and a good head on her shoulders.
Quinn excelled in school, and took up as many extracurricular activities that she could. She graduated in the top percentage of her class, and had a great group of friends, and even a boyfriend throughout her four years at the school. Her parents were at first very against the trip, but after promising she'd call every day while she was gone- they eventually gave permission for the trip, even letting them borrow the family's caravan to take the long drive up to the lodge.
Relationships Between Friends
Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"Are those my...my underwear in your bag?"
• Quite aware of Harry's thoughts about her, Quinn is a bit creeped out by it. She has expressed to him a few times before that she wants to be his friend and enjoys his company as a person but she doesn't like his perverted thoughts. She worries about Harry and doesn't want to hurt his feelings one day when something goes too far.
Sean Anthony Bale
"It's okay to be scared, I'm scared sometimes too."
• Though Sean is a newer member to the group, Quinn accepted him with open arms. They share a lot of extracurricular activities together, despite Sean dropping out of most of them. Hopefully they can find something to really bond over and become closer during this trip.
Booker Alphonse Sharp
"Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?"
• Meeting at her father's church originally, Quinn was a bit overwhelmed with emotion when she first met Booker. On one hand she really liked him and found him to be a great guy but on the other hand she was afraid to put so much of her heart into something that wasn't exactly promised to her. Over time she has become a bit more confident in her relationship and would even say she has fallen in love with Booker. She wants to have a future with him, and is happy to have him on her side during this trip with their friends.
Amelia Hess
"Birds of a feather flock together."
• With many similarities, it wasn't a big surprise that Amy and Quinn became friends right away. The two have one another's back and being the only two girls in the group have bonded them in more ways than one. The two hang out without the guys often, so they share many memories without the entire group being involved.
Ryan Shaw
"I don't know what is going on with you."
• From being too quiet to being too loud, Ryan is sort of the wild card of the group, giving Quinn a bit of an uneasy feeling about him sometimes. They have never had any problems with one another, but they have never been entirely close either. Maybe that can change during this trip. |
45,229 | 1,229 | 1 | 2,189 | 1,024 | Harry smiled, rather creepily might I add, as he took the supplies from Quinn. While she moved on to the next person, he looked at her behind only to turn away a moment later. Wouldn't be good to get punched by Booker on the first day of the trip, especially considering that a black eye could demolish his already low chance to get a girl. He stuck a marshmallow on the roasting stick, then stuck it near the fire, rotating it to toast it evenly on all sides (do marshmallows have sides? Hell if I know). As he did this, he looked at the other members of the group. "So, there anything to do here other than sit around?" Strangely, although he was born in Chicago and never left, his voice had a hint of cockney in it. | Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
Name
Harrison John Roosevelt, Harry among friends. Jokingly called Pervo on some occasions.
Age
Seventeen and a half
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
None.
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Likes & Dislikes
Likes:
• Stanley Kubrick's films (which he'll frequently quote, which confuses most)
• The music of The Doors (he'll usually hum Light My Fire when waiting)
• Books in general
• Computers
Dislikes:
• Water (expressed through one of his fears)
• People being quiet for long periods of time/being quiet himself for long periods of time
• Drugs
• Guns
Hobbies
• Writing (from short stories to poetry to novels)
• Partying (throws his own or goes to local ones)
• Gaming (frequently plays MMOs)
Habits
• Smokes
• Frequently curses for no reason
• Discusses inappropriate things often
• Plays with hair frequently
Fears
• Scared that his friends will leave him.
• Chronophobia, fear of time (he's scared that he won't get most out of life in the time he's given).
• Zeusophobia, fear of God (he's scared that he'll go to Hell if there is a God, even though he's atheist).
• Hydrophobia, fear of water (he almost drowned when he was seven).
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Personality
• Friendly (to an extent) • Arrogant, sometimes flat out rude • Rather charismatic • Perverted as hell •
Biography
Harry was born and raised in Chicago, going to school there and eventually attending high school. At the age of seven, he had a near death experience when he almost drowned while swimming, and he came out of it with hydrophobia. Anyhow, throughout elementary and middle school, Harry was bullied and became a social outcast until his sophomore year. It was then that he met most of the others in the group, and started to socialize more. As he hung out more with the group, his personality grew. He began to think he was better than most other people, even his friends, but still proved to be a good guy to hang around. Even if they don't want him around, the group is just stuck with him now...
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Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Nice girl... Nice hooters, too."
• Harry, being the pervert that he is, couldn't take his eyes off Quinn when he met her. She could most likely easily tell he was undressing her with his eyes, and she, presumably, didn't like that. Quinn probably doesn't really like Harry much, but Harry loves Quinn, for the same reason he couldn't keep his eyes off her. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Sean Anthony Bale
• "He's an alright guy, not much else."
• Harry read some of Sean's lyrics one day, and the two continued to bond over writing. Although he never understood songwriting, even though it's quite similar to poetry, he and Sean bonded over the passion and the effort it takes to write. Harry does think that Sean clings to Booker a lot, but dismisses it. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
• "The only thing that stands between me and Quinn... Damn him."
• While he is friends with Booker, Harry doesn't like him as much as the rest of the group, mainly due to the fact that he's Quinn's boyfriend. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Amelia 'Amy' Hess
• "Not as good as dear old Quinn... But I still like her."
• As with Quinn, Harry pervs over Amelia as well. Though he knows that neither will take him, he finds enjoyment in doing it. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "A fellow writer, I enjoy his company."
• Harry, mainly due to Ryan also enjoying writing, tried to be his friend when they met. They became good friends, even collaborating a few times to write things together. Beyond writing, Harry also enjoys talking with Ryan. (more TBA as the RP goes on) |
45,230 | 1,229 | 2 | 53 | 1,622 | The previous night...
"Alright, I've got some food in the tupperware in the fridge for you. Don't forget to eat it on the right time and...-"
The boy watched with a tired expression, as his sister scrambled around the kitchen showing him the various foods within the fridge and cupboards as if he had never lived in his own home before. However, he didn't bother commenting, instead, he let the girl fret as she listed out the items and when they should be eaten and how they should be eaten.
"-id you get all that?" The sister turned around to face her brother, and Nate would've laughed at the way Amy's face scrunched up if he hadn't known what was going to happen next.
"Nate! You need to listen to me," Amy sighed, leaning towards the counter in front of him tiredly, "I'm going to be gone a week and you're going to be all alone-"
"I've still got mum and dad." Nate reminded her.
"Yes, you have mum and dad," she gave him a pointed look, "but what if something happens to them? You still need to take care of yourself regardless."
"You're only going for a week! C'mon, loosen up!" Nate pouted, sliding off of his seat as he followed his sister to her room. "You're going to end up being a sourpuss!"
"Ha ha." Amy scrunched her face again, and Nate laughed as he launched himself onto her previously made bed. "Hey! Careful!"
"Sourpuss!"
"Shut up!"
Now...
Sitting on the other side of Quinn, Amy waited for everyone else to grab the snacks first before she took a marshmellow and a stick. "Thanks," she gave Quinn a bright smile and a nod, and she began sticking the marshmellow onto the stick before directing it towards the fire, leaving enough space between her stick and the fire. "We could try with the cheesy old scary stories 'round the campfire." Amy suggested as a joke. | Amelia Hess
Name
Amelia "Amy" Hess
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Her ears are pierced, but she rarely wears any earrings. However, she plans on getting a tattoo once she moves out for college.
Likes & Dislikes
• Baking for her friends
• Reading cheesy romance novels
• Watching movies with her brother
• Studying
• Bugs
• Reckless behaviour
• PDA
• Doing nothing
Hobbies
• Yoga
• Taking care of her brother
• Writing a diary
Habits
• Stutters in front of people (strangers and friends)
• Playing with her sleeve when nervous
• Humming lullabies to keep herself busy
Fears
• Arachnophobia (Fear of spiders)
• Losing her younger brother
• Death
Personality
• Motherly • Naive • Helpful • Quiet/Too shy •
Biography
Growing up in a relatively rich family, Amy never had to worry about losing the roof over her head. She had an overly comfortable childhood, with parents that cared well for her. Her sheltered childhood resulted in her never exploring new opportunities, including making new friends, so her social life was already at its low. At the age of nine, her mother died while giving birth to her younger brother, forcing Amy to try and ‘mature’ so that she could ease her father’s tensions. Trying to take responsibility, she began looking after her little brother, Nate, after school so her father wouldn’t have to pay extra for a nanny while he tried working overtime to ensure that his children lived in relative comfort.
Soon, it became natural for Amy to be overprotective and motherly to her little brother, often seen fretting and worrying about him even while she joined high school years later. During her freshman year of high school, her father remarried again, surprising Amy as she was never aware that her father was looking to get settled again. Feeling almost betrayed, Amy slowly began distancing herself from her father and stepmother, all while taking full care of Nate while worrying about the next chapter in life.
Amy was an average student, her time outside school eaten by the responsibility of taking care of a younger child so she never had the chance to do extra-curricular activities alongside her already difficult school work. Currently, Amy works at the local bar as a waitress, trying to earn enough money to fund college herself.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
"We're like two peas in a pod."
Amy got along with Quinn pretty much straight away. She looks up to the girl not only as a friend -maybe even a best friend - but as someone to be motivated by. Amy is very glad to find someone like Quinn to get along with, and she wishes to never lose her friendship.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"I don't quite approve of his habit..."
Amy, being the mother of the group, is quite alarmed by how he pursues Quinn even after her refusal against the matter. She almost pities him, but is always willing to lend him an ear if he needs it. Whenever she does catch Harry's wandering gaze, she doesn't hesitate to scold him like a child.
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
"He's truly a wonderful guy"
Being a big lover of all things romantic, Amy almost envies the relationship Quinn and Booker have. She thinks that they're a wonderful pair and finds Booker to be very inspirational, given his background.
• Sean Anthony Bale
"Sean's so much like my brother, I can't help but worry for him"
Amy finds Sean's and Nate's mannerisms to be quite similar, so much so that Amy acts the exact same way as she does to Nate, to Sean, which she understands that it could be quite annoying.
• Ryan Shaw
"I'd love to get to know him more"
Amy is quite curious about Ryan's 'mysterious' demeanour and background. Even after four years she's quite surprised she doesn't know a lot about him, and so she hopes to use this trip to try and get to know him more. |
45,231 | 1,229 | 3 | 1,244 | 9,387 | 6:30 AM
Gathering his supplies and re-rolling his sleeping bag, Booker was making sure he had everything he needed for his trip. "Sleeping bag...check. Clothes that will last me a week and extra...check. Insect repellent...check. Personal hygiene supplies...check. where's my football....damn!"
Coming down the hall with a cup of coffee in his hand, Uncle Virgil came to check up on Booker. Standing at the doorway, leaning on it, he took a sip. "You got everything you need?" he asked. Booker was looking through his closet, throwing his things on the floor "I would have everything if I can find my- nope never mind, found it." grabbing his football. "Yeah I'm good Unk."
Virgil looked on "I know you and your friends wanted to have a good getaway but i want you on your best behavior, okay? Not only being with Quinn but not getting yourself into trouble." Booker looked at him bewildered "Unk...I'll be fine...". Virgil stood up off the door frame and walked into the room feeling Booker wasn't taking him serious. "I'm serious, boy. I don't want you being easily provoked and loosing your cool because of someone being ignorant and spouting words at you. I don't need to be searching for dead bodies in the woods."
Booker looked back over "Uncle Virge, I'm gonna be cool. It's a vacation and these are my friends. I'm sure there's nothing I can't handle on my own out in the woods. You don't have to worry, ok?" With a stern look on his face, Virgil nodded taking his nephew's word for it. "Okay...well you be careful and enjoy yourself. But you call me when you get there alright?" Booker nodded to reassure him that he'd call.
now
Booker was fiddling with the campfire trying to keep it going, adding wood and pine cones. "Thank God for lighter fluid and matches..." he said satisfied with the fire. Hearing Quinn asking if anyone wanted S'mores, Booker looked over at Quinn, switching his eyes over at Harry, who was looking away. Booker stood up and walked over, grabbing a marshmellow and placing his on a stick so to hear it up. Hearing the question that Harry said and Amy, mentioning the ghost stories thing, Booker thought for a moment, sitting next to Quinn.
"Hmm...we could play night time hide and seek, I can put on some music, um...-" According to what he heard about the area they were staying, there was a lake not far from them and they could go for a night swim but...he felt that would be asking for trouble. So...he kept his idea to himself unless someone else knows about it and mentions it. | Booker Alphonse Sharp
Name
Booker Alphonse Sharp. Book or Alph
Age
17
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Hetero
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
He has a scar on his knee from a bicycling accident. No tattoos. No piercings
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Sports
• Electronics
• Music
• partying
Dislikes
• Working
• Disrespectful people
• Rodents
• people smoking around him
Hobbies
• Working out/ going to the gym
• Break dancing
• DJ mixing
Habits
• Stay up very late at night
• Get upset when someone is teasing him besides his girlfriend
• Getting distracted easily
Fears
• Rats
• Dying
• going to jail
Personality
• Loyal • Overly protective • Supportive • Quick tempered •
Biography
Booker grew up, living with his uncle Virgil, a police officer, in Chicago. His parents were not a good influence in Booker's life being drug addicts and on the other side of the law. Being related to a police officer made things difficult and left him not allowed to get involved in anything that could get him in trouble, but...that never stopped him from sneaking out to have fun. Booker, throughout his youth got involved in many sports. Football, Basketball, wrestling, boxing, baseball, you name it, more than likely...he was involved but that was to "keep him out of trouble" as his uncle puts it. Virgil was the closest thing to a father he's had.
There have been times when Booker got into fights because of the rumor about his parents or how someone insulted his girlfriend or people being disrespectful in general. His Uncle and Girlfriend had to talk to him a couple times about his temper but it stems from his parents not being good parents.
Booker was average in school and with the help of his girlfriend, he's managed to survive the high school but he did have worries about college. Booker have always wanted to travel and this trip was just what he was looking for. With himself and his friends and girlfriend by his side, this should turn out memorable.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Where would I be without you, babe?"
• Booker met Quinn at her father's church, thanks to his uncle Virgil making him go to socialize. What he thought was a waste of time, turned out to be worth his time when he met Quinn. After getting to know her from talking a few times, Booker found out that she was not only beautiful on the outside but also on the inside. Throughout the years of courtship, Quinn have always managed to comfort Booker and vice versa. He only fears what will happen during college but he can't imagine being with anyone else and plans to have a future with her.
• Harrison John Roosevelt
• "I know we are friends and all but bruh...stay away from my girl"
• Booker and Harry....you can say they're friends but their relationship is a little wishy washy at times mostly because of personality clash, involving Harry's rude comments and his smoking which Booker frown upon. The primary problem between them is the regards to his girlfriend, Quinn. Booker is indifferent about Harry's pervy quality as long as it's not pointed to his girlfriend but, other than that, Harry is still part of the group and someone Booker would be there for if needed.
• Sean Anthony Bale
• "You're my bro for life!"
• Since the first time they met on the court, Booker have made quite a friendship with him. Booker have seen him before but didn't talk to him until he was getting cut from the team. After seeing his potential to get better and taking up for him, he help Sean get better as a player. Off the court, Booker found himself befriending him because of how different he was compared to the other assholes on his team. Easy to talk to and hang out with, Booker invited him into the group but Booker have always felt in the back of his mind that Sean was a little too close to him but nevertheless, Booker have always been there for him and considered him one of his best bros and someone he can trust.
• Amelia Hess
• "She's a sweetheart."
• Booker took a liking to her because of her motherly and helpful nature she displays. He likes her company even if she tags along when Booker and Quinn go out on dates. Booker usually tries to get her to liven up and not be so shy being around him. He could go as far as to say, she's like a sister he never had.
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "One of my bros I can't figure out at times"
• Ryan is officially a friend that Booker could not fully understand. Yes he's cool to hang with but he's either get him involved in something that could get them arrested, which Booker found a little funny but dangerous. Other times, he'd be too quiet and distant. He have had situations where his jokes did seem to border disrespect but then again, Ryan would come back the next time and redeem himself. He's a complicated one but Booker finds that it can be a good thing at times. |
45,232 | 1,229 | 4 | 1,658 | 56 | 9:30 AM
"Did you remember the charger? You always forget it." Sean's mother was standing in her normal pose, leaning towards his doorframe slightly with her arms crossed. Perfect for someone trying to act determined but still casual.
"Yes, mom. I got it right here." Sean opened one of the duffel bag's compartments and dug around, but with no luck. He closed it and looked in another where he finally found it and showed it to his mother as proof. Not impressed, her mother straighten her pose, meaning she was starting to get worried. And since it had taken Sean a while to convince her to even go on this trip, this was not good.
Sean grabbed some last, random items chaotically scattered in his untidy room and, with force, pushed it in his bag. He quickly hurried over to his mother, gave her a kiss and squeezed his way through. She turned around. "You know, I keep telling you to make a checklist so you don't forget anything."
Sean smiled reassuringly at his mother. "And I keep telling you, It's just a week. Everything a human needs is food and water, right? And we got both, so I'll be fine." His mother looked worried as Sean happily dissapeared out the door to the car waiting outside.
Now
After using the long roasting stick Quinn handed him as a sword in an imaginary fencing match (he won), he sat down close to Booker. While listening to Amy's suggestion, Sean was already filled with enthusiasm. After nine hours in a car, he could almost do anything as long as something happened. He had barely begun toasting his first marshmallow and already he was getting restless. When Booker suggested hide and seek, Sean was about to open his mouth to answer when Harry offered a suggestion of his own. Despite rejecting Booker's idea which Sean actually liked, Harry's wasn't that bad either and Sean wondered why the group hadn't discussed if booze would be a part of the trip or not. Since not everyone enjoyed drinking and partying as much as the others, one would think it would have come up during the planning.
"Well, I didn't bring any. How about you guys?" Sean looked to the others. | Sean Anthony Bale
Name
Sean Anthony Bale
Age
Eighteen.
Gender
Male.
Sexuality
Homosexual.
Relationship Status
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Nothing notable.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Drizzle
• Songwriting
• Surprises (Both giving and receiving)
• Chocolate (preferably dark)
Dislikes
• Social Norms
• People that blames things on the alcohol
• Orange...both the fruit and the color
• Silence.
Hobbies
• Basketball
• Singing
• Tv-shows
Habits
• Laughs to break awkward silences.
• Hums on the last song he heard when bored
• Interrupting others.
Fears
• Being left behind
• Heights
• His future
Personality
• Outgoing • Insecure • Enthusiastic • Touchy •
Biography
Sean grew up with two loving parents who during his childhood gave him most things he pointed at. His family weren't rich or anything, but having a lawyer for a mom paid the bills and was enough to make sure their boy was happy. Sean got the toys he wanted and as he grew up and found an interest for singing they paid he got the singing lessons he wanted as well. But having a mother who was a lawyer also meant that he quickly learned to follow rules. She was strict, but most of the time Sean didn't mind. It taught him to appreciate everything he was handed in life.
In school he was mostly liked and quickly found friends. Or at least other people viewed him as such, he just didn't reciprocate their feelings. It felt more of an obligation to be the one others wanted to be around, like he was the pillar of the social hierarchy in school. He joined all the clubs someone with his status should join, and though he didn't dislike them, he didn't really feel passionate about them. Except his singing of course, and basketball which he quickly took a liking to.
After the coach almost kicked him off the team for his lacking skill in the sport, Booker, one of his teammates offered to help. The coach gave Sean one more chance to prove himself at the next game. And with the help of Booker, who became his first genuine friendship, he slowly improved and when the game approached their team won and the coach, though barely, let Sean stay on the team.
Booker introduced him to his group of friends and Sean quickly found his place among them. But not everyone in the group was welcoming , which he quickly noticed from the glares and small comments thrown at him. He couldn't really do much about it, since, he by that time, not only had found more friends in the group, but also fallen in love with Booker. He knew how fragile social structures could be, after all, he had been the center of a few himself, and didn't want to do anything to disturb that balance.
But now, years later when the group have decided to go on one, last roadtrip together, Sean knew that time is running out and soon their little group of friends will go their seperate ways. Maybe it is finally time to reveal his feelings before it is too late...?
Relationships Between Friends
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
• "You're the best. Never change."
• Booker is kind of Sean's anchor to most things, and he's the one who introduced him to the rest of the group. They met when Sean joined the basketball team and bonded when Booker helped him become good enough to stay on the team. He's one of the few people who have been there for him and despite seeing Sean's weaknesses, still wants to be around him. Booker was Sean's first friendship and eventually also became his first love, though Booker don't know this yet.
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Stop laughing...I can't breath."
• Quinn was quick to make Sean feel welcome in their little group of friends and they clicked almost instantly. They rarely have a dull moment when together. Sean know he can always talk to her and highly values her advice. Still he's keeping a huge secret, the one that he actually needs to talk about, but can't. He's in love with her boyfriend, and because of that he sometimes pulls away. He really would like to become closer with her though.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
• "I like your writing and you're cool...when you're not all weird and creepy and stuff."
• Sean had a hard time to understand Harry initially, and still does sometimes, but after Harry found some of his lyrics he wrote on his phone, they both bonded over writing. Maybe songwriting really wasn't his thing and Sean didn't really understand poetry and novels that well, but they still understood the passion for writing. Sean trusts Harry since they are friends, but he's worried that the lyrics he shows him maybe have clues of his feelings for Booker and he doesn't really know what Harry would do with that information if he figured out his secret.
• Amelia Hess
• "She is like a mixture of a great friend and a mom, but I guess I need it."
• Amelia was the one that Sean had a hard time to get to know in the group. She was quiet and well, he was not. But as time progressed and they became more comfortable in each other's company he noticed this caring, though a bit smothering at times, side of her. And let's face it, without her, who would stop him to do stupid shit?
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "You always gets us in trouble, but heck, it's worth it."
• Ryan has this ability to convince Sean to follow him into almost any kind of mischief he's up to. Sean likes Ryan's adventorous side and that he doesn't seem to be bothered by all the insecurities that he is suffering from. But then again, when Ryan aims one of his occasional insensitive comment towards him, Sean has a hard time to not get hurt by his words. |
45,233 | 1,229 | 5 | 2,189 | 1,024 | Hide and seek? Harry asks, looking at Booker. "What are we, four?" He pauses for a moment, before asking: "Does anyone have any booze? We could get wasted and," he pervily looks at Quinn and Amelia, "anything could happen... Heheheh. If we don't have any booze, then I don't think that there's much of a point to this vacation; I mean, why would high school kids like us go out into the middle of the woods if we're not going to party and drink alcohol, am I right?" While waiting for an answer, he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. | Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
Name
Harrison John Roosevelt, Harry among friends. Jokingly called Pervo on some occasions.
Age
Seventeen and a half
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
None.
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Likes & Dislikes
Likes:
• Stanley Kubrick's films (which he'll frequently quote, which confuses most)
• The music of The Doors (he'll usually hum Light My Fire when waiting)
• Books in general
• Computers
Dislikes:
• Water (expressed through one of his fears)
• People being quiet for long periods of time/being quiet himself for long periods of time
• Drugs
• Guns
Hobbies
• Writing (from short stories to poetry to novels)
• Partying (throws his own or goes to local ones)
• Gaming (frequently plays MMOs)
Habits
• Smokes
• Frequently curses for no reason
• Discusses inappropriate things often
• Plays with hair frequently
Fears
• Scared that his friends will leave him.
• Chronophobia, fear of time (he's scared that he won't get most out of life in the time he's given).
• Zeusophobia, fear of God (he's scared that he'll go to Hell if there is a God, even though he's atheist).
• Hydrophobia, fear of water (he almost drowned when he was seven).
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Personality
• Friendly (to an extent) • Arrogant, sometimes flat out rude • Rather charismatic • Perverted as hell •
Biography
Harry was born and raised in Chicago, going to school there and eventually attending high school. At the age of seven, he had a near death experience when he almost drowned while swimming, and he came out of it with hydrophobia. Anyhow, throughout elementary and middle school, Harry was bullied and became a social outcast until his sophomore year. It was then that he met most of the others in the group, and started to socialize more. As he hung out more with the group, his personality grew. He began to think he was better than most other people, even his friends, but still proved to be a good guy to hang around. Even if they don't want him around, the group is just stuck with him now...
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Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Nice girl... Nice hooters, too."
• Harry, being the pervert that he is, couldn't take his eyes off Quinn when he met her. She could most likely easily tell he was undressing her with his eyes, and she, presumably, didn't like that. Quinn probably doesn't really like Harry much, but Harry loves Quinn, for the same reason he couldn't keep his eyes off her. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Sean Anthony Bale
• "He's an alright guy, not much else."
• Harry read some of Sean's lyrics one day, and the two continued to bond over writing. Although he never understood songwriting, even though it's quite similar to poetry, he and Sean bonded over the passion and the effort it takes to write. Harry does think that Sean clings to Booker a lot, but dismisses it. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
• "The only thing that stands between me and Quinn... Damn him."
• While he is friends with Booker, Harry doesn't like him as much as the rest of the group, mainly due to the fact that he's Quinn's boyfriend. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Amelia 'Amy' Hess
• "Not as good as dear old Quinn... But I still like her."
• As with Quinn, Harry pervs over Amelia as well. Though he knows that neither will take him, he finds enjoyment in doing it. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "A fellow writer, I enjoy his company."
• Harry, mainly due to Ryan also enjoying writing, tried to be his friend when they met. They became good friends, even collaborating a few times to write things together. Beyond writing, Harry also enjoys talking with Ryan. (more TBA as the RP goes on) |
45,234 | 1,229 | 6 | 2,712 | 557 | Before
Ryan leaned against a wall, holding the phone up to his ear. A large grimace plastered on his face. "Yes, I-yes...Look it'll be fine. The worst thing that can happen is I disappear and am never found again. So, if that does happen. Then, look in a cave. I might become the country batman." Ryan bit his lip. "It's possible and you know it"
Now
"Marshmallows, My ultimate weakness" Grinning, Ryan began to playfully wave his stick around.
Glancing between the group, Ryan smirked "Oh, I would go for a game of Hide and seek. That game never grows old." Looking over to Harry, Ryan waggled his stick at him. "Don't be a debbie downer."
Plus, Ryan thought. Some people get murdered when they go on road trips... Of course, long ago..Ryan had thought about what would happen if they were in a horror film. He looked at Quinn and Booker. Those two die first while they're off picking flowers, Ryan shrugged to himself. No offence,but someone has to die first. And not for any other reason, Ryan thought. Sean goes next because his music is too good for this world. Then I die in a heroic sacrifice because I am of course me. And then between you two. Ryan paused inside his thoughts, for dramatic effect perhaps. Towards no one. Harry would be the survivor because as we all know, He pointed his stick once again absent-mindedly. 'The virgin always lives'
"Anyhow if you really want to know...I have some, but hold your horses. That stuff is....in limited stock"
Placing another marshmallow in his mouth, seemingly skipping the whole camp-fire experience, Ryan seemed rather entranced by another marshmallow he held in his hand. As if the marshmallow was the most interesting object in the entire universe. | Ryan Shaw
Name
Ryan Ander Shaw
Age
Eighteen.
Gender
Male
]Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Open
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
A small scar above his lip and another large scar that goes from his ankle to his knee. He says its from a "serious biking accident"
Likes & Dislikes
• Chinese Food
• Oranges
• Adventure
• Mint Chocolate
• Reading
• Silence*
• Shouting*
• Fish
• Jelly
• A Hot summer day
• Flies
* = Not at the same time of course
Hobbies
• Writing
• Soccer
• Baking
]Habits
• Dancing (When no one is looking)
• Talking to himself
• Falling asleep at random moments
• Walking into walls
• Has large mood swings
• Getting large and sudden nosebleeds
]Fears
• Wasps (DEMON BEES!)
• Hornets (LARGER DEMON BEES!)
• Getting Cancer (Runs in his family)
]Personality
• Mischievous • Loud • Adventurous • Blunt • Eccentric •Sarcastic
]Biography
Ryan, to the other friends of the group. Was always kinda there. He was never not there. With Ryan just talking and acting like they were already friends. Whenever he was asked questions about his life he would always wave his hand in his face and comment about being 'Mysterious'. While eager to share stories about his life, they never told too much about his life. The only facts that were sure was that he was raised by a single mother and that he had two siblings.
Ryan seems excited for this trip, while the others may worry about this being a end of their little group. He seems practically unfazed by this problem.
]Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford:
• "You don't need to worry about anyone"
• While friends, Ryan sense that Quinn is somewhat put-off by his attitude. He hopes to rectify this on the road trip.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt:
• "Cool, but weird...Cool!....but really weird"
• The two became friends over their love of writing. Cooperating on some writing projects along with that. While Ryan thinks Harry is a general cool person. He is general weirded out by his 'Mannerisms', When it includes Ameila Ryan gets agitated. But holds back as he doesn't want anyone to know his feelings.
• Booker Alphonse Sharp:
• "Bro....Bro.....Bro"
• Happy that he has a girlfriend and as he puts it "The two lovebirds". He is somewhat mindful for his sensitivity around himself and Quinn. Ryan is concerned that he's going to joke about something and go too far.
• Sean Anthony Bale:
• "Look, I've got a plan..."
• Ryan is happy for him and shaun to go causing Mischief and go on adventures. He doesn't mind about whatever Shaun has to deal with it, and is glad to offer an adventure to remember.
• Amelia Hess
• "You make me nervous, in the good way"
• Since Ryan met Amelia, his feelings has only grown towards her. He's afraid to tell her anything as it could change their friendship. |
45,235 | 1,229 | 7 | 1,570 | 4,066 | Returning a cheeky grin, Quinn nodded at Amy's suggestion. "Yes, scary stories sounds like a good idea, but let's wait until it's really dark so we get extra scared." she let out a small giggle as the others talked and suggested ideas. Quinn wouldn't tell anyone about it, but she had made a list last night while she couldn't sleep of all the things they could do while they were there for the week. Watching her marshmallow become a ball of fire, she quickly pulled it out and blew on it rapidly to put the flame out. She kind of enjoyed them a little burnt. She continued making her s'more, the graham cracker balanced on her knee as she made the sandwich. Drinks now, with music, then hide and go seek, then scary stories, then bed time! Tomorrow we can swim and hike and do other stuff!" Quinn exclaimed, taking a big bite of her s'more the mess oozing down her lips and chin. Disgusting, but tasted so good.
Getting up, Quinn went to go find the roll of paper towels to give out to everyone. She ripped three off for herself, shoving them betwen her thighs to hold them still as she passed the roll to her right, into Amy's lap. "Here, I know you're gonna get messy with it!" she teased her friend, taking another bite of the s'more. Looking to Booker she gave him a warm smile, "Put some music on baby? Not too loud though, I don't wanna get kicked out our first day here." she asked him politely, barely loud enough for anyone else in the group to hear her. | Quinn Kathleen Bedford
Name
Quinn Kathleen Bedford. Quinn or Q is fine.
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Has ears pierced once, no prominent scars, and has no tattoos.
Likes & Dislikes
• Coffee
• Smell of bonfires
• Having small talk with friends
• Taking photos of things that matter to her
• Getting dirty
• Yelling and loud noises
• Using swear words for no reason
• People that truly believe in horoscopes
Hobbies
• Photography
• Cooking and baking
• Dancing (takes ballet class)
Habits
• Making lists
• Talks in her sleep
• Bites her nails when she's nervous
Fears
• Drowning
• Not succeeding at her goals
• Losing touch with her friends next year
Personality
• Cheerful • Perfectionist • Reliable • Worrisome •
Biography
Bryan and Katherine Bedford were born and in the bustling city of Chicago and they eventually raised their only child Quinn- there as well. Quinn's father is a lead pastor for an urban church and her mother is an elementary school teacher. With her parents in the profession they chose, the type of upbringing Quinn had brought many challenges. Some would say it was almost too controlled and strict. However, it did bring a lot of opportunities for the young girl, giving her a very mature out look on life and a good head on her shoulders.
Quinn excelled in school, and took up as many extracurricular activities that she could. She graduated in the top percentage of her class, and had a great group of friends, and even a boyfriend throughout her four years at the school. Her parents were at first very against the trip, but after promising she'd call every day while she was gone- they eventually gave permission for the trip, even letting them borrow the family's caravan to take the long drive up to the lodge.
Relationships Between Friends
Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"Are those my...my underwear in your bag?"
• Quite aware of Harry's thoughts about her, Quinn is a bit creeped out by it. She has expressed to him a few times before that she wants to be his friend and enjoys his company as a person but she doesn't like his perverted thoughts. She worries about Harry and doesn't want to hurt his feelings one day when something goes too far.
Sean Anthony Bale
"It's okay to be scared, I'm scared sometimes too."
• Though Sean is a newer member to the group, Quinn accepted him with open arms. They share a lot of extracurricular activities together, despite Sean dropping out of most of them. Hopefully they can find something to really bond over and become closer during this trip.
Booker Alphonse Sharp
"Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?"
• Meeting at her father's church originally, Quinn was a bit overwhelmed with emotion when she first met Booker. On one hand she really liked him and found him to be a great guy but on the other hand she was afraid to put so much of her heart into something that wasn't exactly promised to her. Over time she has become a bit more confident in her relationship and would even say she has fallen in love with Booker. She wants to have a future with him, and is happy to have him on her side during this trip with their friends.
Amelia Hess
"Birds of a feather flock together."
• With many similarities, it wasn't a big surprise that Amy and Quinn became friends right away. The two have one another's back and being the only two girls in the group have bonded them in more ways than one. The two hang out without the guys often, so they share many memories without the entire group being involved.
Ryan Shaw
"I don't know what is going on with you."
• From being too quiet to being too loud, Ryan is sort of the wild card of the group, giving Quinn a bit of an uneasy feeling about him sometimes. They have never had any problems with one another, but they have never been entirely close either. Maybe that can change during this trip. |
45,236 | 1,229 | 8 | 53 | 1,622 | Booze? T-that already sounds like a bad idea. She gave Harry a pointed look, one that said 'you're being you again' before bringing her flaming marshmallow to her lap over the tissue. "And we definitely cannot go hide and seek after drinking! Who knows what'll happen?" Amy directed that to the whole group, concerned as she began entering - what the group jokingly called - 'mother mode'. "What if someone trips?" She started, counting down on her fingers, "o-or what if a snake bites you? Or worse, you get lost...?" Amy's voice slowly lowered as she realised she was being a 'sourpuss' again. Embarrassed, her cheeks flushed and she looked away from the group, mumbling a quiet apology. | Amelia Hess
Name
Amelia "Amy" Hess
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Her ears are pierced, but she rarely wears any earrings. However, she plans on getting a tattoo once she moves out for college.
Likes & Dislikes
• Baking for her friends
• Reading cheesy romance novels
• Watching movies with her brother
• Studying
• Bugs
• Reckless behaviour
• PDA
• Doing nothing
Hobbies
• Yoga
• Taking care of her brother
• Writing a diary
Habits
• Stutters in front of people (strangers and friends)
• Playing with her sleeve when nervous
• Humming lullabies to keep herself busy
Fears
• Arachnophobia (Fear of spiders)
• Losing her younger brother
• Death
Personality
• Motherly • Naive • Helpful • Quiet/Too shy •
Biography
Growing up in a relatively rich family, Amy never had to worry about losing the roof over her head. She had an overly comfortable childhood, with parents that cared well for her. Her sheltered childhood resulted in her never exploring new opportunities, including making new friends, so her social life was already at its low. At the age of nine, her mother died while giving birth to her younger brother, forcing Amy to try and ‘mature’ so that she could ease her father’s tensions. Trying to take responsibility, she began looking after her little brother, Nate, after school so her father wouldn’t have to pay extra for a nanny while he tried working overtime to ensure that his children lived in relative comfort.
Soon, it became natural for Amy to be overprotective and motherly to her little brother, often seen fretting and worrying about him even while she joined high school years later. During her freshman year of high school, her father remarried again, surprising Amy as she was never aware that her father was looking to get settled again. Feeling almost betrayed, Amy slowly began distancing herself from her father and stepmother, all while taking full care of Nate while worrying about the next chapter in life.
Amy was an average student, her time outside school eaten by the responsibility of taking care of a younger child so she never had the chance to do extra-curricular activities alongside her already difficult school work. Currently, Amy works at the local bar as a waitress, trying to earn enough money to fund college herself.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
"We're like two peas in a pod."
Amy got along with Quinn pretty much straight away. She looks up to the girl not only as a friend -maybe even a best friend - but as someone to be motivated by. Amy is very glad to find someone like Quinn to get along with, and she wishes to never lose her friendship.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"I don't quite approve of his habit..."
Amy, being the mother of the group, is quite alarmed by how he pursues Quinn even after her refusal against the matter. She almost pities him, but is always willing to lend him an ear if he needs it. Whenever she does catch Harry's wandering gaze, she doesn't hesitate to scold him like a child.
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
"He's truly a wonderful guy"
Being a big lover of all things romantic, Amy almost envies the relationship Quinn and Booker have. She thinks that they're a wonderful pair and finds Booker to be very inspirational, given his background.
• Sean Anthony Bale
"Sean's so much like my brother, I can't help but worry for him"
Amy finds Sean's and Nate's mannerisms to be quite similar, so much so that Amy acts the exact same way as she does to Nate, to Sean, which she understands that it could be quite annoying.
• Ryan Shaw
"I'd love to get to know him more"
Amy is quite curious about Ryan's 'mysterious' demeanour and background. Even after four years she's quite surprised she doesn't know a lot about him, and so she hopes to use this trip to try and get to know him more. |
45,237 | 1,229 | 9 | 1,658 | 56 | Sean went over to Amy and sat down next to her, excited and with the same reasurring smile he used on his mom the day before. "Don't worry A." Calling everyone in the group by only their first letter was something Sean did from time to time. It was after he had heard Quinn's nickname "Q" years before and decided it worked for everyone in the group. Especially since they all had names beginning on different letters.
He put his arm around her and started swaying slightly back and forth while smiling his contagius smile. "And nobody will get lost, I promise. And even if we would, we have phones. I even put all of you guys on speed dial on my phone like you wanted."
Sean dragged Amy up to her feet and began to dance, not waiting for the music to start, instead reckoning it would follow when Booker started it up. He tried getting Amy to dance as well, doing his best to loosen her up. | Sean Anthony Bale
Name
Sean Anthony Bale
Age
Eighteen.
Gender
Male.
Sexuality
Homosexual.
Relationship Status
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Nothing notable.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Drizzle
• Songwriting
• Surprises (Both giving and receiving)
• Chocolate (preferably dark)
Dislikes
• Social Norms
• People that blames things on the alcohol
• Orange...both the fruit and the color
• Silence.
Hobbies
• Basketball
• Singing
• Tv-shows
Habits
• Laughs to break awkward silences.
• Hums on the last song he heard when bored
• Interrupting others.
Fears
• Being left behind
• Heights
• His future
Personality
• Outgoing • Insecure • Enthusiastic • Touchy •
Biography
Sean grew up with two loving parents who during his childhood gave him most things he pointed at. His family weren't rich or anything, but having a lawyer for a mom paid the bills and was enough to make sure their boy was happy. Sean got the toys he wanted and as he grew up and found an interest for singing they paid he got the singing lessons he wanted as well. But having a mother who was a lawyer also meant that he quickly learned to follow rules. She was strict, but most of the time Sean didn't mind. It taught him to appreciate everything he was handed in life.
In school he was mostly liked and quickly found friends. Or at least other people viewed him as such, he just didn't reciprocate their feelings. It felt more of an obligation to be the one others wanted to be around, like he was the pillar of the social hierarchy in school. He joined all the clubs someone with his status should join, and though he didn't dislike them, he didn't really feel passionate about them. Except his singing of course, and basketball which he quickly took a liking to.
After the coach almost kicked him off the team for his lacking skill in the sport, Booker, one of his teammates offered to help. The coach gave Sean one more chance to prove himself at the next game. And with the help of Booker, who became his first genuine friendship, he slowly improved and when the game approached their team won and the coach, though barely, let Sean stay on the team.
Booker introduced him to his group of friends and Sean quickly found his place among them. But not everyone in the group was welcoming , which he quickly noticed from the glares and small comments thrown at him. He couldn't really do much about it, since, he by that time, not only had found more friends in the group, but also fallen in love with Booker. He knew how fragile social structures could be, after all, he had been the center of a few himself, and didn't want to do anything to disturb that balance.
But now, years later when the group have decided to go on one, last roadtrip together, Sean knew that time is running out and soon their little group of friends will go their seperate ways. Maybe it is finally time to reveal his feelings before it is too late...?
Relationships Between Friends
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
• "You're the best. Never change."
• Booker is kind of Sean's anchor to most things, and he's the one who introduced him to the rest of the group. They met when Sean joined the basketball team and bonded when Booker helped him become good enough to stay on the team. He's one of the few people who have been there for him and despite seeing Sean's weaknesses, still wants to be around him. Booker was Sean's first friendship and eventually also became his first love, though Booker don't know this yet.
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Stop laughing...I can't breath."
• Quinn was quick to make Sean feel welcome in their little group of friends and they clicked almost instantly. They rarely have a dull moment when together. Sean know he can always talk to her and highly values her advice. Still he's keeping a huge secret, the one that he actually needs to talk about, but can't. He's in love with her boyfriend, and because of that he sometimes pulls away. He really would like to become closer with her though.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
• "I like your writing and you're cool...when you're not all weird and creepy and stuff."
• Sean had a hard time to understand Harry initially, and still does sometimes, but after Harry found some of his lyrics he wrote on his phone, they both bonded over writing. Maybe songwriting really wasn't his thing and Sean didn't really understand poetry and novels that well, but they still understood the passion for writing. Sean trusts Harry since they are friends, but he's worried that the lyrics he shows him maybe have clues of his feelings for Booker and he doesn't really know what Harry would do with that information if he figured out his secret.
• Amelia Hess
• "She is like a mixture of a great friend and a mom, but I guess I need it."
• Amelia was the one that Sean had a hard time to get to know in the group. She was quiet and well, he was not. But as time progressed and they became more comfortable in each other's company he noticed this caring, though a bit smothering at times, side of her. And let's face it, without her, who would stop him to do stupid shit?
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "You always gets us in trouble, but heck, it's worth it."
• Ryan has this ability to convince Sean to follow him into almost any kind of mischief he's up to. Sean likes Ryan's adventorous side and that he doesn't seem to be bothered by all the insecurities that he is suffering from. But then again, when Ryan aims one of his occasional insensitive comment towards him, Sean has a hard time to not get hurt by his words. |
45,238 | 1,229 | 10 | 1,244 | 9,387 | Booker looked over at Harry turning down the dark hide and seek "Dude...don't knock it until you try it. I mean look at the terrain...once it's pitch black, you can only play with flashlights. but fine don't get involved. And yeah I guess we could get drunk so you can take advantage of the situation" he said staring at him knowing what he's wanting out of that.
Booker looked to Amy about her concerns. "I kinda agree with you on the booze but don't worry so much on the game, I have flashlights and Sean will have you covered. It's not like sasquatch or a grizzly is going join us."
Grabbing the paper towel for his marshmellow which was now burnt, he blew at it, attempting to eat the marshmellow by itself, since he's not a fan graham crackers. When asked to turn on some music, Booker leaned in to Quinn so no one else could hear "Babe, be careful not to get too messed up drinking...well, if any of us have booze. He said standing up to get the radio, turning it on and looking over "What do you guys wanna listen to?" he asked | Booker Alphonse Sharp
Name
Booker Alphonse Sharp. Book or Alph
Age
17
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Hetero
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
He has a scar on his knee from a bicycling accident. No tattoos. No piercings
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Sports
• Electronics
• Music
• partying
Dislikes
• Working
• Disrespectful people
• Rodents
• people smoking around him
Hobbies
• Working out/ going to the gym
• Break dancing
• DJ mixing
Habits
• Stay up very late at night
• Get upset when someone is teasing him besides his girlfriend
• Getting distracted easily
Fears
• Rats
• Dying
• going to jail
Personality
• Loyal • Overly protective • Supportive • Quick tempered •
Biography
Booker grew up, living with his uncle Virgil, a police officer, in Chicago. His parents were not a good influence in Booker's life being drug addicts and on the other side of the law. Being related to a police officer made things difficult and left him not allowed to get involved in anything that could get him in trouble, but...that never stopped him from sneaking out to have fun. Booker, throughout his youth got involved in many sports. Football, Basketball, wrestling, boxing, baseball, you name it, more than likely...he was involved but that was to "keep him out of trouble" as his uncle puts it. Virgil was the closest thing to a father he's had.
There have been times when Booker got into fights because of the rumor about his parents or how someone insulted his girlfriend or people being disrespectful in general. His Uncle and Girlfriend had to talk to him a couple times about his temper but it stems from his parents not being good parents.
Booker was average in school and with the help of his girlfriend, he's managed to survive the high school but he did have worries about college. Booker have always wanted to travel and this trip was just what he was looking for. With himself and his friends and girlfriend by his side, this should turn out memorable.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Where would I be without you, babe?"
• Booker met Quinn at her father's church, thanks to his uncle Virgil making him go to socialize. What he thought was a waste of time, turned out to be worth his time when he met Quinn. After getting to know her from talking a few times, Booker found out that she was not only beautiful on the outside but also on the inside. Throughout the years of courtship, Quinn have always managed to comfort Booker and vice versa. He only fears what will happen during college but he can't imagine being with anyone else and plans to have a future with her.
• Harrison John Roosevelt
• "I know we are friends and all but bruh...stay away from my girl"
• Booker and Harry....you can say they're friends but their relationship is a little wishy washy at times mostly because of personality clash, involving Harry's rude comments and his smoking which Booker frown upon. The primary problem between them is the regards to his girlfriend, Quinn. Booker is indifferent about Harry's pervy quality as long as it's not pointed to his girlfriend but, other than that, Harry is still part of the group and someone Booker would be there for if needed.
• Sean Anthony Bale
• "You're my bro for life!"
• Since the first time they met on the court, Booker have made quite a friendship with him. Booker have seen him before but didn't talk to him until he was getting cut from the team. After seeing his potential to get better and taking up for him, he help Sean get better as a player. Off the court, Booker found himself befriending him because of how different he was compared to the other assholes on his team. Easy to talk to and hang out with, Booker invited him into the group but Booker have always felt in the back of his mind that Sean was a little too close to him but nevertheless, Booker have always been there for him and considered him one of his best bros and someone he can trust.
• Amelia Hess
• "She's a sweetheart."
• Booker took a liking to her because of her motherly and helpful nature she displays. He likes her company even if she tags along when Booker and Quinn go out on dates. Booker usually tries to get her to liven up and not be so shy being around him. He could go as far as to say, she's like a sister he never had.
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "One of my bros I can't figure out at times"
• Ryan is officially a friend that Booker could not fully understand. Yes he's cool to hang with but he's either get him involved in something that could get them arrested, which Booker found a little funny but dangerous. Other times, he'd be too quiet and distant. He have had situations where his jokes did seem to border disrespect but then again, Ryan would come back the next time and redeem himself. He's a complicated one but Booker finds that it can be a good thing at times. |
45,239 | 1,229 | 11 | 53 | 1,622 | Amy nodded at Sean, gratefully. She laughed as they began swaying even without any music on, but her worries never quelled. She knew that her worrying could get quite annoying, especially in situations like these where everyone just wanted to have fun. "But what if-" Amy, who tried responding to Booker, sighed instead, deciding it was best to just meet with them halfway. She didn't want to be the one to ruin their last outing together.
Amy focused on dancing with Sean instead, relaxing her slightly tense shoulders with a few synchronised steps with her little brother friend. | Amelia Hess
Name
Amelia "Amy" Hess
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Her ears are pierced, but she rarely wears any earrings. However, she plans on getting a tattoo once she moves out for college.
Likes & Dislikes
• Baking for her friends
• Reading cheesy romance novels
• Watching movies with her brother
• Studying
• Bugs
• Reckless behaviour
• PDA
• Doing nothing
Hobbies
• Yoga
• Taking care of her brother
• Writing a diary
Habits
• Stutters in front of people (strangers and friends)
• Playing with her sleeve when nervous
• Humming lullabies to keep herself busy
Fears
• Arachnophobia (Fear of spiders)
• Losing her younger brother
• Death
Personality
• Motherly • Naive • Helpful • Quiet/Too shy •
Biography
Growing up in a relatively rich family, Amy never had to worry about losing the roof over her head. She had an overly comfortable childhood, with parents that cared well for her. Her sheltered childhood resulted in her never exploring new opportunities, including making new friends, so her social life was already at its low. At the age of nine, her mother died while giving birth to her younger brother, forcing Amy to try and ‘mature’ so that she could ease her father’s tensions. Trying to take responsibility, she began looking after her little brother, Nate, after school so her father wouldn’t have to pay extra for a nanny while he tried working overtime to ensure that his children lived in relative comfort.
Soon, it became natural for Amy to be overprotective and motherly to her little brother, often seen fretting and worrying about him even while she joined high school years later. During her freshman year of high school, her father remarried again, surprising Amy as she was never aware that her father was looking to get settled again. Feeling almost betrayed, Amy slowly began distancing herself from her father and stepmother, all while taking full care of Nate while worrying about the next chapter in life.
Amy was an average student, her time outside school eaten by the responsibility of taking care of a younger child so she never had the chance to do extra-curricular activities alongside her already difficult school work. Currently, Amy works at the local bar as a waitress, trying to earn enough money to fund college herself.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
"We're like two peas in a pod."
Amy got along with Quinn pretty much straight away. She looks up to the girl not only as a friend -maybe even a best friend - but as someone to be motivated by. Amy is very glad to find someone like Quinn to get along with, and she wishes to never lose her friendship.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"I don't quite approve of his habit..."
Amy, being the mother of the group, is quite alarmed by how he pursues Quinn even after her refusal against the matter. She almost pities him, but is always willing to lend him an ear if he needs it. Whenever she does catch Harry's wandering gaze, she doesn't hesitate to scold him like a child.
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
"He's truly a wonderful guy"
Being a big lover of all things romantic, Amy almost envies the relationship Quinn and Booker have. She thinks that they're a wonderful pair and finds Booker to be very inspirational, given his background.
• Sean Anthony Bale
"Sean's so much like my brother, I can't help but worry for him"
Amy finds Sean's and Nate's mannerisms to be quite similar, so much so that Amy acts the exact same way as she does to Nate, to Sean, which she understands that it could be quite annoying.
• Ryan Shaw
"I'd love to get to know him more"
Amy is quite curious about Ryan's 'mysterious' demeanour and background. Even after four years she's quite surprised she doesn't know a lot about him, and so she hopes to use this trip to try and get to know him more. |
45,240 | 1,229 | 12 | 1,570 | 4,066 | Quinn hadn't thought about snakes, bears, or tripping before Amy mentioned it. This was a common occurrence between the two friends, not only did they support one another's goals but they often supported and encouraged one another's worries. "Oh geez, I didn't think about any of that.." Quinn, stated, a worry sweeping over her face. Sean and Booker seemed content however with the idea still, and promised that nothing bad would happen, so Quinn felt a bit better. Watching the two of them dance, Quinn couldn't help but laugh. The two of them would make a perfect couple! Think of all the amazing double dates they could go on too.
With the warning Booker whispered into Quinn's ear, she decided it was best they leave the booze for another night. "How about we leave the alcohol for another night, we have a week and it won't go to waste. Okay?" she sounded strict, but didn't want to seem like she was dampening the mood or not wanting to have fun with everyone. "As for music, something we can dance too!" Quinn exclaimed popping up from her chair and budging herself into the dance with her two friends, grooving to nothing. | Quinn Kathleen Bedford
Name
Quinn Kathleen Bedford. Quinn or Q is fine.
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Has ears pierced once, no prominent scars, and has no tattoos.
Likes & Dislikes
• Coffee
• Smell of bonfires
• Having small talk with friends
• Taking photos of things that matter to her
• Getting dirty
• Yelling and loud noises
• Using swear words for no reason
• People that truly believe in horoscopes
Hobbies
• Photography
• Cooking and baking
• Dancing (takes ballet class)
Habits
• Making lists
• Talks in her sleep
• Bites her nails when she's nervous
Fears
• Drowning
• Not succeeding at her goals
• Losing touch with her friends next year
Personality
• Cheerful • Perfectionist • Reliable • Worrisome •
Biography
Bryan and Katherine Bedford were born and in the bustling city of Chicago and they eventually raised their only child Quinn- there as well. Quinn's father is a lead pastor for an urban church and her mother is an elementary school teacher. With her parents in the profession they chose, the type of upbringing Quinn had brought many challenges. Some would say it was almost too controlled and strict. However, it did bring a lot of opportunities for the young girl, giving her a very mature out look on life and a good head on her shoulders.
Quinn excelled in school, and took up as many extracurricular activities that she could. She graduated in the top percentage of her class, and had a great group of friends, and even a boyfriend throughout her four years at the school. Her parents were at first very against the trip, but after promising she'd call every day while she was gone- they eventually gave permission for the trip, even letting them borrow the family's caravan to take the long drive up to the lodge.
Relationships Between Friends
Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"Are those my...my underwear in your bag?"
• Quite aware of Harry's thoughts about her, Quinn is a bit creeped out by it. She has expressed to him a few times before that she wants to be his friend and enjoys his company as a person but she doesn't like his perverted thoughts. She worries about Harry and doesn't want to hurt his feelings one day when something goes too far.
Sean Anthony Bale
"It's okay to be scared, I'm scared sometimes too."
• Though Sean is a newer member to the group, Quinn accepted him with open arms. They share a lot of extracurricular activities together, despite Sean dropping out of most of them. Hopefully they can find something to really bond over and become closer during this trip.
Booker Alphonse Sharp
"Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?"
• Meeting at her father's church originally, Quinn was a bit overwhelmed with emotion when she first met Booker. On one hand she really liked him and found him to be a great guy but on the other hand she was afraid to put so much of her heart into something that wasn't exactly promised to her. Over time she has become a bit more confident in her relationship and would even say she has fallen in love with Booker. She wants to have a future with him, and is happy to have him on her side during this trip with their friends.
Amelia Hess
"Birds of a feather flock together."
• With many similarities, it wasn't a big surprise that Amy and Quinn became friends right away. The two have one another's back and being the only two girls in the group have bonded them in more ways than one. The two hang out without the guys often, so they share many memories without the entire group being involved.
Ryan Shaw
"I don't know what is going on with you."
• From being too quiet to being too loud, Ryan is sort of the wild card of the group, giving Quinn a bit of an uneasy feeling about him sometimes. They have never had any problems with one another, but they have never been entirely close either. Maybe that can change during this trip. |
45,241 | 1,229 | 13 | 2,712 | 557 | Booze is never a terrible idea Ryan muttered under his breath. Hearing Amelia worrying, Ryan shrugged. "Or what if someone trips, then gets bitten by a snake mid fall, and then a bear jumps out and mauls them to death. Think about the big stuff if you're going to worry" Smiling when some of the group got up to dance, Ryan commented "It does look like a bunch of chickens without heads with no music"
"Oh, just put any music on. Feel the mood...or something" | Ryan Shaw
Name
Ryan Ander Shaw
Age
Eighteen.
Gender
Male
]Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Open
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
A small scar above his lip and another large scar that goes from his ankle to his knee. He says its from a "serious biking accident"
Likes & Dislikes
• Chinese Food
• Oranges
• Adventure
• Mint Chocolate
• Reading
• Silence*
• Shouting*
• Fish
• Jelly
• A Hot summer day
• Flies
* = Not at the same time of course
Hobbies
• Writing
• Soccer
• Baking
]Habits
• Dancing (When no one is looking)
• Talking to himself
• Falling asleep at random moments
• Walking into walls
• Has large mood swings
• Getting large and sudden nosebleeds
]Fears
• Wasps (DEMON BEES!)
• Hornets (LARGER DEMON BEES!)
• Getting Cancer (Runs in his family)
]Personality
• Mischievous • Loud • Adventurous • Blunt • Eccentric •Sarcastic
]Biography
Ryan, to the other friends of the group. Was always kinda there. He was never not there. With Ryan just talking and acting like they were already friends. Whenever he was asked questions about his life he would always wave his hand in his face and comment about being 'Mysterious'. While eager to share stories about his life, they never told too much about his life. The only facts that were sure was that he was raised by a single mother and that he had two siblings.
Ryan seems excited for this trip, while the others may worry about this being a end of their little group. He seems practically unfazed by this problem.
]Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford:
• "You don't need to worry about anyone"
• While friends, Ryan sense that Quinn is somewhat put-off by his attitude. He hopes to rectify this on the road trip.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt:
• "Cool, but weird...Cool!....but really weird"
• The two became friends over their love of writing. Cooperating on some writing projects along with that. While Ryan thinks Harry is a general cool person. He is general weirded out by his 'Mannerisms', When it includes Ameila Ryan gets agitated. But holds back as he doesn't want anyone to know his feelings.
• Booker Alphonse Sharp:
• "Bro....Bro.....Bro"
• Happy that he has a girlfriend and as he puts it "The two lovebirds". He is somewhat mindful for his sensitivity around himself and Quinn. Ryan is concerned that he's going to joke about something and go too far.
• Sean Anthony Bale:
• "Look, I've got a plan..."
• Ryan is happy for him and shaun to go causing Mischief and go on adventures. He doesn't mind about whatever Shaun has to deal with it, and is glad to offer an adventure to remember.
• Amelia Hess
• "You make me nervous, in the good way"
• Since Ryan met Amelia, his feelings has only grown towards her. He's afraid to tell her anything as it could change their friendship. |
45,242 | 1,229 | 14 | 2,189 | 1,024 | Harry just continues to puff on his cigarette. "I see we've decided against getting drunk. We doing hide and seek or are we just gonna dance to no music." He laughs, looking at the few members of the groups who did start dancing. "But anyhow, put something good on. And it better not be pop," Harry pauses to puff on his cigarette again, "I hate pop." | Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
Name
Harrison John Roosevelt, Harry among friends. Jokingly called Pervo on some occasions.
Age
Seventeen and a half
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
None.
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Likes & Dislikes
Likes:
• Stanley Kubrick's films (which he'll frequently quote, which confuses most)
• The music of The Doors (he'll usually hum Light My Fire when waiting)
• Books in general
• Computers
Dislikes:
• Water (expressed through one of his fears)
• People being quiet for long periods of time/being quiet himself for long periods of time
• Drugs
• Guns
Hobbies
• Writing (from short stories to poetry to novels)
• Partying (throws his own or goes to local ones)
• Gaming (frequently plays MMOs)
Habits
• Smokes
• Frequently curses for no reason
• Discusses inappropriate things often
• Plays with hair frequently
Fears
• Scared that his friends will leave him.
• Chronophobia, fear of time (he's scared that he won't get most out of life in the time he's given).
• Zeusophobia, fear of God (he's scared that he'll go to Hell if there is a God, even though he's atheist).
• Hydrophobia, fear of water (he almost drowned when he was seven).
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Personality
• Friendly (to an extent) • Arrogant, sometimes flat out rude • Rather charismatic • Perverted as hell •
Biography
Harry was born and raised in Chicago, going to school there and eventually attending high school. At the age of seven, he had a near death experience when he almost drowned while swimming, and he came out of it with hydrophobia. Anyhow, throughout elementary and middle school, Harry was bullied and became a social outcast until his sophomore year. It was then that he met most of the others in the group, and started to socialize more. As he hung out more with the group, his personality grew. He began to think he was better than most other people, even his friends, but still proved to be a good guy to hang around. Even if they don't want him around, the group is just stuck with him now...
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Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Nice girl... Nice hooters, too."
• Harry, being the pervert that he is, couldn't take his eyes off Quinn when he met her. She could most likely easily tell he was undressing her with his eyes, and she, presumably, didn't like that. Quinn probably doesn't really like Harry much, but Harry loves Quinn, for the same reason he couldn't keep his eyes off her. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Sean Anthony Bale
• "He's an alright guy, not much else."
• Harry read some of Sean's lyrics one day, and the two continued to bond over writing. Although he never understood songwriting, even though it's quite similar to poetry, he and Sean bonded over the passion and the effort it takes to write. Harry does think that Sean clings to Booker a lot, but dismisses it. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
• "The only thing that stands between me and Quinn... Damn him."
• While he is friends with Booker, Harry doesn't like him as much as the rest of the group, mainly due to the fact that he's Quinn's boyfriend. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Amelia 'Amy' Hess
• "Not as good as dear old Quinn... But I still like her."
• As with Quinn, Harry pervs over Amelia as well. Though he knows that neither will take him, he finds enjoyment in doing it. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "A fellow writer, I enjoy his company."
• Harry, mainly due to Ryan also enjoying writing, tried to be his friend when they met. They became good friends, even collaborating a few times to write things together. Beyond writing, Harry also enjoys talking with Ryan. (more TBA as the RP goes on) |
45,243 | 1,229 | 15 | 1,658 | 56 | Sean did a dramatic dance turn so he was facing Ryan. "Would a headless chicken do this?" He grabbed Amy and dragged her along on an improvised, badly performed waltz around the campfire. The only knowledge he had about waltz was the little he had learned from his parents when he was little and some fragmented scenes from tv-shows, so it looked anything other than good. It would actually not be too farfetched to say that if the headless chicken was talented enough, it might actually be capable of keeping up with Sean. But he didn't care, having too much fun. He laughed as he continued dancing. He pointed at Ryan. "C'mon and show me some better moves...if you have some." Sean teased. | Sean Anthony Bale
Name
Sean Anthony Bale
Age
Eighteen.
Gender
Male.
Sexuality
Homosexual.
Relationship Status
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Nothing notable.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Drizzle
• Songwriting
• Surprises (Both giving and receiving)
• Chocolate (preferably dark)
Dislikes
• Social Norms
• People that blames things on the alcohol
• Orange...both the fruit and the color
• Silence.
Hobbies
• Basketball
• Singing
• Tv-shows
Habits
• Laughs to break awkward silences.
• Hums on the last song he heard when bored
• Interrupting others.
Fears
• Being left behind
• Heights
• His future
Personality
• Outgoing • Insecure • Enthusiastic • Touchy •
Biography
Sean grew up with two loving parents who during his childhood gave him most things he pointed at. His family weren't rich or anything, but having a lawyer for a mom paid the bills and was enough to make sure their boy was happy. Sean got the toys he wanted and as he grew up and found an interest for singing they paid he got the singing lessons he wanted as well. But having a mother who was a lawyer also meant that he quickly learned to follow rules. She was strict, but most of the time Sean didn't mind. It taught him to appreciate everything he was handed in life.
In school he was mostly liked and quickly found friends. Or at least other people viewed him as such, he just didn't reciprocate their feelings. It felt more of an obligation to be the one others wanted to be around, like he was the pillar of the social hierarchy in school. He joined all the clubs someone with his status should join, and though he didn't dislike them, he didn't really feel passionate about them. Except his singing of course, and basketball which he quickly took a liking to.
After the coach almost kicked him off the team for his lacking skill in the sport, Booker, one of his teammates offered to help. The coach gave Sean one more chance to prove himself at the next game. And with the help of Booker, who became his first genuine friendship, he slowly improved and when the game approached their team won and the coach, though barely, let Sean stay on the team.
Booker introduced him to his group of friends and Sean quickly found his place among them. But not everyone in the group was welcoming , which he quickly noticed from the glares and small comments thrown at him. He couldn't really do much about it, since, he by that time, not only had found more friends in the group, but also fallen in love with Booker. He knew how fragile social structures could be, after all, he had been the center of a few himself, and didn't want to do anything to disturb that balance.
But now, years later when the group have decided to go on one, last roadtrip together, Sean knew that time is running out and soon their little group of friends will go their seperate ways. Maybe it is finally time to reveal his feelings before it is too late...?
Relationships Between Friends
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
• "You're the best. Never change."
• Booker is kind of Sean's anchor to most things, and he's the one who introduced him to the rest of the group. They met when Sean joined the basketball team and bonded when Booker helped him become good enough to stay on the team. He's one of the few people who have been there for him and despite seeing Sean's weaknesses, still wants to be around him. Booker was Sean's first friendship and eventually also became his first love, though Booker don't know this yet.
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Stop laughing...I can't breath."
• Quinn was quick to make Sean feel welcome in their little group of friends and they clicked almost instantly. They rarely have a dull moment when together. Sean know he can always talk to her and highly values her advice. Still he's keeping a huge secret, the one that he actually needs to talk about, but can't. He's in love with her boyfriend, and because of that he sometimes pulls away. He really would like to become closer with her though.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
• "I like your writing and you're cool...when you're not all weird and creepy and stuff."
• Sean had a hard time to understand Harry initially, and still does sometimes, but after Harry found some of his lyrics he wrote on his phone, they both bonded over writing. Maybe songwriting really wasn't his thing and Sean didn't really understand poetry and novels that well, but they still understood the passion for writing. Sean trusts Harry since they are friends, but he's worried that the lyrics he shows him maybe have clues of his feelings for Booker and he doesn't really know what Harry would do with that information if he figured out his secret.
• Amelia Hess
• "She is like a mixture of a great friend and a mom, but I guess I need it."
• Amelia was the one that Sean had a hard time to get to know in the group. She was quiet and well, he was not. But as time progressed and they became more comfortable in each other's company he noticed this caring, though a bit smothering at times, side of her. And let's face it, without her, who would stop him to do stupid shit?
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "You always gets us in trouble, but heck, it's worth it."
• Ryan has this ability to convince Sean to follow him into almost any kind of mischief he's up to. Sean likes Ryan's adventorous side and that he doesn't seem to be bothered by all the insecurities that he is suffering from. But then again, when Ryan aims one of his occasional insensitive comment towards him, Sean has a hard time to not get hurt by his words. |
45,244 | 1,229 | 16 | 1,244 | 9,387 | Booker pulled the radio out and started changing stations a little bit of hip hop was heard, pop, rock, and then Booker smiled at what came on next. Hearing the request from his friends and watching Sean and Amy dance, he smirked "Alright we'll start off with this. You guys may have to up or change your rhythm...."
Sean Paul- Get Busy
"If we drink, let's not get carried away with it alright, guys? Ryan, you have one of the most interesting but yet morbid mind I know...but it would get boring if you didn't bring that kind of spontaneousness. Is everyone ok with just having one beer tonight?" looking at everyone. He was still wanting to do the dark hide and seek...or explore a little more for the night. It was whatever but he did care about everyone's safety and he wanted everyone to still have a good time. | Booker Alphonse Sharp
Name
Booker Alphonse Sharp. Book or Alph
Age
17
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Hetero
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
He has a scar on his knee from a bicycling accident. No tattoos. No piercings
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Sports
• Electronics
• Music
• partying
Dislikes
• Working
• Disrespectful people
• Rodents
• people smoking around him
Hobbies
• Working out/ going to the gym
• Break dancing
• DJ mixing
Habits
• Stay up very late at night
• Get upset when someone is teasing him besides his girlfriend
• Getting distracted easily
Fears
• Rats
• Dying
• going to jail
Personality
• Loyal • Overly protective • Supportive • Quick tempered •
Biography
Booker grew up, living with his uncle Virgil, a police officer, in Chicago. His parents were not a good influence in Booker's life being drug addicts and on the other side of the law. Being related to a police officer made things difficult and left him not allowed to get involved in anything that could get him in trouble, but...that never stopped him from sneaking out to have fun. Booker, throughout his youth got involved in many sports. Football, Basketball, wrestling, boxing, baseball, you name it, more than likely...he was involved but that was to "keep him out of trouble" as his uncle puts it. Virgil was the closest thing to a father he's had.
There have been times when Booker got into fights because of the rumor about his parents or how someone insulted his girlfriend or people being disrespectful in general. His Uncle and Girlfriend had to talk to him a couple times about his temper but it stems from his parents not being good parents.
Booker was average in school and with the help of his girlfriend, he's managed to survive the high school but he did have worries about college. Booker have always wanted to travel and this trip was just what he was looking for. With himself and his friends and girlfriend by his side, this should turn out memorable.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Where would I be without you, babe?"
• Booker met Quinn at her father's church, thanks to his uncle Virgil making him go to socialize. What he thought was a waste of time, turned out to be worth his time when he met Quinn. After getting to know her from talking a few times, Booker found out that she was not only beautiful on the outside but also on the inside. Throughout the years of courtship, Quinn have always managed to comfort Booker and vice versa. He only fears what will happen during college but he can't imagine being with anyone else and plans to have a future with her.
• Harrison John Roosevelt
• "I know we are friends and all but bruh...stay away from my girl"
• Booker and Harry....you can say they're friends but their relationship is a little wishy washy at times mostly because of personality clash, involving Harry's rude comments and his smoking which Booker frown upon. The primary problem between them is the regards to his girlfriend, Quinn. Booker is indifferent about Harry's pervy quality as long as it's not pointed to his girlfriend but, other than that, Harry is still part of the group and someone Booker would be there for if needed.
• Sean Anthony Bale
• "You're my bro for life!"
• Since the first time they met on the court, Booker have made quite a friendship with him. Booker have seen him before but didn't talk to him until he was getting cut from the team. After seeing his potential to get better and taking up for him, he help Sean get better as a player. Off the court, Booker found himself befriending him because of how different he was compared to the other assholes on his team. Easy to talk to and hang out with, Booker invited him into the group but Booker have always felt in the back of his mind that Sean was a little too close to him but nevertheless, Booker have always been there for him and considered him one of his best bros and someone he can trust.
• Amelia Hess
• "She's a sweetheart."
• Booker took a liking to her because of her motherly and helpful nature she displays. He likes her company even if she tags along when Booker and Quinn go out on dates. Booker usually tries to get her to liven up and not be so shy being around him. He could go as far as to say, she's like a sister he never had.
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "One of my bros I can't figure out at times"
• Ryan is officially a friend that Booker could not fully understand. Yes he's cool to hang with but he's either get him involved in something that could get them arrested, which Booker found a little funny but dangerous. Other times, he'd be too quiet and distant. He have had situations where his jokes did seem to border disrespect but then again, Ryan would come back the next time and redeem himself. He's a complicated one but Booker finds that it can be a good thing at times. |
45,245 | 1,229 | 17 | 53 | 1,622 | Don't tempt fate Ryan! Amy pouted, "it could still happ- whoa!" Amy was cut off as Sean turned her around so he could face Ryan, laughing as she allowed herself to be dragged around in some variation of the waltz with Sean. She gripped onto his shoulder tightly, to keep herself balanced until the music changed. She shuffled over to where Quinn was dancing to herself and tugged her closer towards the group to join in with the dance.
"One beer should be okay, I don't think anyone over here will get tipsy with just one can." Amy said, in response to Booker as she danced (terribly) to the music. | Amelia Hess
Name
Amelia "Amy" Hess
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Her ears are pierced, but she rarely wears any earrings. However, she plans on getting a tattoo once she moves out for college.
Likes & Dislikes
• Baking for her friends
• Reading cheesy romance novels
• Watching movies with her brother
• Studying
• Bugs
• Reckless behaviour
• PDA
• Doing nothing
Hobbies
• Yoga
• Taking care of her brother
• Writing a diary
Habits
• Stutters in front of people (strangers and friends)
• Playing with her sleeve when nervous
• Humming lullabies to keep herself busy
Fears
• Arachnophobia (Fear of spiders)
• Losing her younger brother
• Death
Personality
• Motherly • Naive • Helpful • Quiet/Too shy •
Biography
Growing up in a relatively rich family, Amy never had to worry about losing the roof over her head. She had an overly comfortable childhood, with parents that cared well for her. Her sheltered childhood resulted in her never exploring new opportunities, including making new friends, so her social life was already at its low. At the age of nine, her mother died while giving birth to her younger brother, forcing Amy to try and ‘mature’ so that she could ease her father’s tensions. Trying to take responsibility, she began looking after her little brother, Nate, after school so her father wouldn’t have to pay extra for a nanny while he tried working overtime to ensure that his children lived in relative comfort.
Soon, it became natural for Amy to be overprotective and motherly to her little brother, often seen fretting and worrying about him even while she joined high school years later. During her freshman year of high school, her father remarried again, surprising Amy as she was never aware that her father was looking to get settled again. Feeling almost betrayed, Amy slowly began distancing herself from her father and stepmother, all while taking full care of Nate while worrying about the next chapter in life.
Amy was an average student, her time outside school eaten by the responsibility of taking care of a younger child so she never had the chance to do extra-curricular activities alongside her already difficult school work. Currently, Amy works at the local bar as a waitress, trying to earn enough money to fund college herself.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
"We're like two peas in a pod."
Amy got along with Quinn pretty much straight away. She looks up to the girl not only as a friend -maybe even a best friend - but as someone to be motivated by. Amy is very glad to find someone like Quinn to get along with, and she wishes to never lose her friendship.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"I don't quite approve of his habit..."
Amy, being the mother of the group, is quite alarmed by how he pursues Quinn even after her refusal against the matter. She almost pities him, but is always willing to lend him an ear if he needs it. Whenever she does catch Harry's wandering gaze, she doesn't hesitate to scold him like a child.
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
"He's truly a wonderful guy"
Being a big lover of all things romantic, Amy almost envies the relationship Quinn and Booker have. She thinks that they're a wonderful pair and finds Booker to be very inspirational, given his background.
• Sean Anthony Bale
"Sean's so much like my brother, I can't help but worry for him"
Amy finds Sean's and Nate's mannerisms to be quite similar, so much so that Amy acts the exact same way as she does to Nate, to Sean, which she understands that it could be quite annoying.
• Ryan Shaw
"I'd love to get to know him more"
Amy is quite curious about Ryan's 'mysterious' demeanour and background. Even after four years she's quite surprised she doesn't know a lot about him, and so she hopes to use this trip to try and get to know him more. |
45,246 | 1,229 | 18 | 1,658 | 56 | As Amy started moving towards Quinn, Sean chose Booker to be his next victim. Sean started dancing his way to him and as he rounded the campifire he mixed his moves to a weird mix of tribal and the jumping headbanging mostly seen in clubs. A wide grin was spread across Sean's face. He was already enjoying himself. His dance moves became wilder the closer to the radio he got. He continued moving his body as he danced next to Booker. Sean raised his voice to be heard over the music. "Spare the others my lame ass moves and show us how it's done!" | Sean Anthony Bale
Name
Sean Anthony Bale
Age
Eighteen.
Gender
Male.
Sexuality
Homosexual.
Relationship Status
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Nothing notable.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Drizzle
• Songwriting
• Surprises (Both giving and receiving)
• Chocolate (preferably dark)
Dislikes
• Social Norms
• People that blames things on the alcohol
• Orange...both the fruit and the color
• Silence.
Hobbies
• Basketball
• Singing
• Tv-shows
Habits
• Laughs to break awkward silences.
• Hums on the last song he heard when bored
• Interrupting others.
Fears
• Being left behind
• Heights
• His future
Personality
• Outgoing • Insecure • Enthusiastic • Touchy •
Biography
Sean grew up with two loving parents who during his childhood gave him most things he pointed at. His family weren't rich or anything, but having a lawyer for a mom paid the bills and was enough to make sure their boy was happy. Sean got the toys he wanted and as he grew up and found an interest for singing they paid he got the singing lessons he wanted as well. But having a mother who was a lawyer also meant that he quickly learned to follow rules. She was strict, but most of the time Sean didn't mind. It taught him to appreciate everything he was handed in life.
In school he was mostly liked and quickly found friends. Or at least other people viewed him as such, he just didn't reciprocate their feelings. It felt more of an obligation to be the one others wanted to be around, like he was the pillar of the social hierarchy in school. He joined all the clubs someone with his status should join, and though he didn't dislike them, he didn't really feel passionate about them. Except his singing of course, and basketball which he quickly took a liking to.
After the coach almost kicked him off the team for his lacking skill in the sport, Booker, one of his teammates offered to help. The coach gave Sean one more chance to prove himself at the next game. And with the help of Booker, who became his first genuine friendship, he slowly improved and when the game approached their team won and the coach, though barely, let Sean stay on the team.
Booker introduced him to his group of friends and Sean quickly found his place among them. But not everyone in the group was welcoming , which he quickly noticed from the glares and small comments thrown at him. He couldn't really do much about it, since, he by that time, not only had found more friends in the group, but also fallen in love with Booker. He knew how fragile social structures could be, after all, he had been the center of a few himself, and didn't want to do anything to disturb that balance.
But now, years later when the group have decided to go on one, last roadtrip together, Sean knew that time is running out and soon their little group of friends will go their seperate ways. Maybe it is finally time to reveal his feelings before it is too late...?
Relationships Between Friends
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
• "You're the best. Never change."
• Booker is kind of Sean's anchor to most things, and he's the one who introduced him to the rest of the group. They met when Sean joined the basketball team and bonded when Booker helped him become good enough to stay on the team. He's one of the few people who have been there for him and despite seeing Sean's weaknesses, still wants to be around him. Booker was Sean's first friendship and eventually also became his first love, though Booker don't know this yet.
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Stop laughing...I can't breath."
• Quinn was quick to make Sean feel welcome in their little group of friends and they clicked almost instantly. They rarely have a dull moment when together. Sean know he can always talk to her and highly values her advice. Still he's keeping a huge secret, the one that he actually needs to talk about, but can't. He's in love with her boyfriend, and because of that he sometimes pulls away. He really would like to become closer with her though.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
• "I like your writing and you're cool...when you're not all weird and creepy and stuff."
• Sean had a hard time to understand Harry initially, and still does sometimes, but after Harry found some of his lyrics he wrote on his phone, they both bonded over writing. Maybe songwriting really wasn't his thing and Sean didn't really understand poetry and novels that well, but they still understood the passion for writing. Sean trusts Harry since they are friends, but he's worried that the lyrics he shows him maybe have clues of his feelings for Booker and he doesn't really know what Harry would do with that information if he figured out his secret.
• Amelia Hess
• "She is like a mixture of a great friend and a mom, but I guess I need it."
• Amelia was the one that Sean had a hard time to get to know in the group. She was quiet and well, he was not. But as time progressed and they became more comfortable in each other's company he noticed this caring, though a bit smothering at times, side of her. And let's face it, without her, who would stop him to do stupid shit?
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "You always gets us in trouble, but heck, it's worth it."
• Ryan has this ability to convince Sean to follow him into almost any kind of mischief he's up to. Sean likes Ryan's adventorous side and that he doesn't seem to be bothered by all the insecurities that he is suffering from. But then again, when Ryan aims one of his occasional insensitive comment towards him, Sean has a hard time to not get hurt by his words. |
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After letting loose with dancing and a few beers between them, the group slowly decided that they would start up their game of hide and go seek. "We probably should do one round or so before climbing into bed, we have tons to do tomorrow and I'd hate to spend it sleeping." Quinn admitted, as she moved towards the small tent where her luggage had been placed. She dug through her bag for a flashlight and after finding it, gripped it tight between her fingers as she left the tent and walked back to the group.
Slipping her arm around Booker's waist gently she clicked her flashlight checking it a few times to make sure it worked. "Okay, so since it was your idea Booker, you can tell everyone how we're going to play." Quinn announced, looking up slightly up at him as she embraced him lightly.
Getting in a drink, Booker was making sure that he was not too messed up so he could keep watch over the group. Having Sean trying to join him in dancing, Booker shook his head chuckling and smiling at Sean's attemps to dance. For the most part, Booker was dancing with Quinn, having her grinding against him. An occasional kiss on the cheek, Booker smiled, enjoying his quality time with his boo.
With Quinn's suggestion about the hide and seek game going one or two rounds and the fact that it was Bookers idea, he thought for a moment "It's nothing that different from playing regular hide and seek....but alright." looking at the others while the music was still going on.
"Alright guys...the rules are simple. It's the same as regular hide and seek. Everyone's gonna need a flashlight and basically...don't run off too far and get lost. I think their are markers in this camp site...if I'm correct. Everyone keep their phones on and if you're gone too long, we will call you and stop the game. Any questions?" Booker asked everyone. | Quinn Kathleen Bedford
Name
Quinn Kathleen Bedford. Quinn or Q is fine.
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Has ears pierced once, no prominent scars, and has no tattoos.
Likes & Dislikes
• Coffee
• Smell of bonfires
• Having small talk with friends
• Taking photos of things that matter to her
• Getting dirty
• Yelling and loud noises
• Using swear words for no reason
• People that truly believe in horoscopes
Hobbies
• Photography
• Cooking and baking
• Dancing (takes ballet class)
Habits
• Making lists
• Talks in her sleep
• Bites her nails when she's nervous
Fears
• Drowning
• Not succeeding at her goals
• Losing touch with her friends next year
Personality
• Cheerful • Perfectionist • Reliable • Worrisome •
Biography
Bryan and Katherine Bedford were born and in the bustling city of Chicago and they eventually raised their only child Quinn- there as well. Quinn's father is a lead pastor for an urban church and her mother is an elementary school teacher. With her parents in the profession they chose, the type of upbringing Quinn had brought many challenges. Some would say it was almost too controlled and strict. However, it did bring a lot of opportunities for the young girl, giving her a very mature out look on life and a good head on her shoulders.
Quinn excelled in school, and took up as many extracurricular activities that she could. She graduated in the top percentage of her class, and had a great group of friends, and even a boyfriend throughout her four years at the school. Her parents were at first very against the trip, but after promising she'd call every day while she was gone- they eventually gave permission for the trip, even letting them borrow the family's caravan to take the long drive up to the lodge.
Relationships Between Friends
Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"Are those my...my underwear in your bag?"
• Quite aware of Harry's thoughts about her, Quinn is a bit creeped out by it. She has expressed to him a few times before that she wants to be his friend and enjoys his company as a person but she doesn't like his perverted thoughts. She worries about Harry and doesn't want to hurt his feelings one day when something goes too far.
Sean Anthony Bale
"It's okay to be scared, I'm scared sometimes too."
• Though Sean is a newer member to the group, Quinn accepted him with open arms. They share a lot of extracurricular activities together, despite Sean dropping out of most of them. Hopefully they can find something to really bond over and become closer during this trip.
Booker Alphonse Sharp
"Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?"
• Meeting at her father's church originally, Quinn was a bit overwhelmed with emotion when she first met Booker. On one hand she really liked him and found him to be a great guy but on the other hand she was afraid to put so much of her heart into something that wasn't exactly promised to her. Over time she has become a bit more confident in her relationship and would even say she has fallen in love with Booker. She wants to have a future with him, and is happy to have him on her side during this trip with their friends.
Amelia Hess
"Birds of a feather flock together."
• With many similarities, it wasn't a big surprise that Amy and Quinn became friends right away. The two have one another's back and being the only two girls in the group have bonded them in more ways than one. The two hang out without the guys often, so they share many memories without the entire group being involved.
Ryan Shaw
"I don't know what is going on with you."
• From being too quiet to being too loud, Ryan is sort of the wild card of the group, giving Quinn a bit of an uneasy feeling about him sometimes. They have never had any problems with one another, but they have never been entirely close either. Maybe that can change during this trip. |
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"Oh, is this a challenge of my dancing skills. Truely you have no idea, surprise! As I am a master of dance! Taught by the dancing monks of Tibet while I was a child. True story by the way" Ryan leapt up to join in with the little group of friends dancing. Smiling as it turned to the entire group dancing together.
9:00
Tapping his flashlight off his head, Ryan smirked. "Dips not being the seeker" He threw his flashlight in the air. "C'mon-" He caught the flashlight. "It'll be fine, now don't mind me as I-" Ryan started to walk backwards.
"Seep into the darkneeeesssss~" He whispered as he went into the woods. | Ryan Shaw
Name
Ryan Ander Shaw
Age
Eighteen.
Gender
Male
]Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Open
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
A small scar above his lip and another large scar that goes from his ankle to his knee. He says its from a "serious biking accident"
Likes & Dislikes
• Chinese Food
• Oranges
• Adventure
• Mint Chocolate
• Reading
• Silence*
• Shouting*
• Fish
• Jelly
• A Hot summer day
• Flies
* = Not at the same time of course
Hobbies
• Writing
• Soccer
• Baking
]Habits
• Dancing (When no one is looking)
• Talking to himself
• Falling asleep at random moments
• Walking into walls
• Has large mood swings
• Getting large and sudden nosebleeds
]Fears
• Wasps (DEMON BEES!)
• Hornets (LARGER DEMON BEES!)
• Getting Cancer (Runs in his family)
]Personality
• Mischievous • Loud • Adventurous • Blunt • Eccentric •Sarcastic
]Biography
Ryan, to the other friends of the group. Was always kinda there. He was never not there. With Ryan just talking and acting like they were already friends. Whenever he was asked questions about his life he would always wave his hand in his face and comment about being 'Mysterious'. While eager to share stories about his life, they never told too much about his life. The only facts that were sure was that he was raised by a single mother and that he had two siblings.
Ryan seems excited for this trip, while the others may worry about this being a end of their little group. He seems practically unfazed by this problem.
]Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford:
• "You don't need to worry about anyone"
• While friends, Ryan sense that Quinn is somewhat put-off by his attitude. He hopes to rectify this on the road trip.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt:
• "Cool, but weird...Cool!....but really weird"
• The two became friends over their love of writing. Cooperating on some writing projects along with that. While Ryan thinks Harry is a general cool person. He is general weirded out by his 'Mannerisms', When it includes Ameila Ryan gets agitated. But holds back as he doesn't want anyone to know his feelings.
• Booker Alphonse Sharp:
• "Bro....Bro.....Bro"
• Happy that he has a girlfriend and as he puts it "The two lovebirds". He is somewhat mindful for his sensitivity around himself and Quinn. Ryan is concerned that he's going to joke about something and go too far.
• Sean Anthony Bale:
• "Look, I've got a plan..."
• Ryan is happy for him and shaun to go causing Mischief and go on adventures. He doesn't mind about whatever Shaun has to deal with it, and is glad to offer an adventure to remember.
• Amelia Hess
• "You make me nervous, in the good way"
• Since Ryan met Amelia, his feelings has only grown towards her. He's afraid to tell her anything as it could change their friendship. |
45,249 | 1,229 | 21 | 53 | 1,622 | Amelia stepped forward, "if any of us aren't back in camp by half an hour, the game is off, right?" She asked, trying to ensure everybody's safety. "M-maybe we should all keep extra batteries too, in case our flash lights stop working. We will need to try and conserve our phone's battery life so extra batteries should be the way to go." Amy's voice grew quieter, as she began mumbling ideas to herself under her breath, kneeling down beside her bag as she rummaged for some spare batteries to distribute to everyone before they left. After finding some spare batteries, she stood up and approached everyone, handing them two each before hiding her bag in the tent again, zipping the tent behind her.
"Who will be the seeker then?" She asked nobody in particular as Ryan began walking into the woods backwards. | Amelia Hess
Name
Amelia "Amy" Hess
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Her ears are pierced, but she rarely wears any earrings. However, she plans on getting a tattoo once she moves out for college.
Likes & Dislikes
• Baking for her friends
• Reading cheesy romance novels
• Watching movies with her brother
• Studying
• Bugs
• Reckless behaviour
• PDA
• Doing nothing
Hobbies
• Yoga
• Taking care of her brother
• Writing a diary
Habits
• Stutters in front of people (strangers and friends)
• Playing with her sleeve when nervous
• Humming lullabies to keep herself busy
Fears
• Arachnophobia (Fear of spiders)
• Losing her younger brother
• Death
Personality
• Motherly • Naive • Helpful • Quiet/Too shy •
Biography
Growing up in a relatively rich family, Amy never had to worry about losing the roof over her head. She had an overly comfortable childhood, with parents that cared well for her. Her sheltered childhood resulted in her never exploring new opportunities, including making new friends, so her social life was already at its low. At the age of nine, her mother died while giving birth to her younger brother, forcing Amy to try and ‘mature’ so that she could ease her father’s tensions. Trying to take responsibility, she began looking after her little brother, Nate, after school so her father wouldn’t have to pay extra for a nanny while he tried working overtime to ensure that his children lived in relative comfort.
Soon, it became natural for Amy to be overprotective and motherly to her little brother, often seen fretting and worrying about him even while she joined high school years later. During her freshman year of high school, her father remarried again, surprising Amy as she was never aware that her father was looking to get settled again. Feeling almost betrayed, Amy slowly began distancing herself from her father and stepmother, all while taking full care of Nate while worrying about the next chapter in life.
Amy was an average student, her time outside school eaten by the responsibility of taking care of a younger child so she never had the chance to do extra-curricular activities alongside her already difficult school work. Currently, Amy works at the local bar as a waitress, trying to earn enough money to fund college herself.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
"We're like two peas in a pod."
Amy got along with Quinn pretty much straight away. She looks up to the girl not only as a friend -maybe even a best friend - but as someone to be motivated by. Amy is very glad to find someone like Quinn to get along with, and she wishes to never lose her friendship.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"I don't quite approve of his habit..."
Amy, being the mother of the group, is quite alarmed by how he pursues Quinn even after her refusal against the matter. She almost pities him, but is always willing to lend him an ear if he needs it. Whenever she does catch Harry's wandering gaze, she doesn't hesitate to scold him like a child.
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
"He's truly a wonderful guy"
Being a big lover of all things romantic, Amy almost envies the relationship Quinn and Booker have. She thinks that they're a wonderful pair and finds Booker to be very inspirational, given his background.
• Sean Anthony Bale
"Sean's so much like my brother, I can't help but worry for him"
Amy finds Sean's and Nate's mannerisms to be quite similar, so much so that Amy acts the exact same way as she does to Nate, to Sean, which she understands that it could be quite annoying.
• Ryan Shaw
"I'd love to get to know him more"
Amy is quite curious about Ryan's 'mysterious' demeanour and background. Even after four years she's quite surprised she doesn't know a lot about him, and so she hopes to use this trip to try and get to know him more. |
45,250 | 1,229 | 22 | 1,658 | 56 | Yeah, sure. Half an hour sounds good I guess. Sean said while shrugging. He just wanted to run out into the darkness. Sean, eager to get to the hiding part took the two batteries that Amy handed him and put them in his pocket. He quickly found his flashlight and then started moving slowly in another direction than Ryan, still facing the group. Then he answered Amy. "You? If you're up for it that is." Sean didn't go to far away before hearing who would be the seeker. It could give him some hints on how he should play this. Some in the group would search almost like if the forest were a grid, clearing area after area, while others, including himself, would just run all over the place until they found someone, probably running in circles without knowing it. He were probably taking the game way too seriously, but it was always more fun that way. Commitment is key. | Sean Anthony Bale
Name
Sean Anthony Bale
Age
Eighteen.
Gender
Male.
Sexuality
Homosexual.
Relationship Status
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Nothing notable.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Drizzle
• Songwriting
• Surprises (Both giving and receiving)
• Chocolate (preferably dark)
Dislikes
• Social Norms
• People that blames things on the alcohol
• Orange...both the fruit and the color
• Silence.
Hobbies
• Basketball
• Singing
• Tv-shows
Habits
• Laughs to break awkward silences.
• Hums on the last song he heard when bored
• Interrupting others.
Fears
• Being left behind
• Heights
• His future
Personality
• Outgoing • Insecure • Enthusiastic • Touchy •
Biography
Sean grew up with two loving parents who during his childhood gave him most things he pointed at. His family weren't rich or anything, but having a lawyer for a mom paid the bills and was enough to make sure their boy was happy. Sean got the toys he wanted and as he grew up and found an interest for singing they paid he got the singing lessons he wanted as well. But having a mother who was a lawyer also meant that he quickly learned to follow rules. She was strict, but most of the time Sean didn't mind. It taught him to appreciate everything he was handed in life.
In school he was mostly liked and quickly found friends. Or at least other people viewed him as such, he just didn't reciprocate their feelings. It felt more of an obligation to be the one others wanted to be around, like he was the pillar of the social hierarchy in school. He joined all the clubs someone with his status should join, and though he didn't dislike them, he didn't really feel passionate about them. Except his singing of course, and basketball which he quickly took a liking to.
After the coach almost kicked him off the team for his lacking skill in the sport, Booker, one of his teammates offered to help. The coach gave Sean one more chance to prove himself at the next game. And with the help of Booker, who became his first genuine friendship, he slowly improved and when the game approached their team won and the coach, though barely, let Sean stay on the team.
Booker introduced him to his group of friends and Sean quickly found his place among them. But not everyone in the group was welcoming , which he quickly noticed from the glares and small comments thrown at him. He couldn't really do much about it, since, he by that time, not only had found more friends in the group, but also fallen in love with Booker. He knew how fragile social structures could be, after all, he had been the center of a few himself, and didn't want to do anything to disturb that balance.
But now, years later when the group have decided to go on one, last roadtrip together, Sean knew that time is running out and soon their little group of friends will go their seperate ways. Maybe it is finally time to reveal his feelings before it is too late...?
Relationships Between Friends
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
• "You're the best. Never change."
• Booker is kind of Sean's anchor to most things, and he's the one who introduced him to the rest of the group. They met when Sean joined the basketball team and bonded when Booker helped him become good enough to stay on the team. He's one of the few people who have been there for him and despite seeing Sean's weaknesses, still wants to be around him. Booker was Sean's first friendship and eventually also became his first love, though Booker don't know this yet.
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Stop laughing...I can't breath."
• Quinn was quick to make Sean feel welcome in their little group of friends and they clicked almost instantly. They rarely have a dull moment when together. Sean know he can always talk to her and highly values her advice. Still he's keeping a huge secret, the one that he actually needs to talk about, but can't. He's in love with her boyfriend, and because of that he sometimes pulls away. He really would like to become closer with her though.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
• "I like your writing and you're cool...when you're not all weird and creepy and stuff."
• Sean had a hard time to understand Harry initially, and still does sometimes, but after Harry found some of his lyrics he wrote on his phone, they both bonded over writing. Maybe songwriting really wasn't his thing and Sean didn't really understand poetry and novels that well, but they still understood the passion for writing. Sean trusts Harry since they are friends, but he's worried that the lyrics he shows him maybe have clues of his feelings for Booker and he doesn't really know what Harry would do with that information if he figured out his secret.
• Amelia Hess
• "She is like a mixture of a great friend and a mom, but I guess I need it."
• Amelia was the one that Sean had a hard time to get to know in the group. She was quiet and well, he was not. But as time progressed and they became more comfortable in each other's company he noticed this caring, though a bit smothering at times, side of her. And let's face it, without her, who would stop him to do stupid shit?
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "You always gets us in trouble, but heck, it's worth it."
• Ryan has this ability to convince Sean to follow him into almost any kind of mischief he's up to. Sean likes Ryan's adventorous side and that he doesn't seem to be bothered by all the insecurities that he is suffering from. But then again, when Ryan aims one of his occasional insensitive comment towards him, Sean has a hard time to not get hurt by his words. |
45,251 | 1,229 | 23 | 2,189 | 1,024 | Harry, flashlight on his head, turns it on and mutters to himself for a moment. "I'm not gonna fucking be the seeker. That's no fun." He laughs for a moment, before twirling his hair a bit and finally saying "See ya, chumps!" With that, he heads out into the woods, disappearing into the darkness.
Two minutes later...
Ducking into a bush and turning his flashlight off, Harry giggles to himself for a moment, before relaxing. Thoughts race through his mind, namely 'who'll be the seeker' and 'what if Booker dies on this trip?' Well, he couldn't care less about the first question, but if the second ever happened... Well then he'd have Quinn all to himself. He laughs loudly for a moment, most likely startling anyone nearby, before going quiet again.
More thoughts race through his mind, this time more serious. 'What if I don't get into the university' and 'what's gonna happen when this trip is over? Will we all still be friends?' He tries to get these questions off his mind, but they keep coming back to him... He stays quiet, waiting for and wanting someone to find him so that he wouldn't be alone and these questions would go away. | Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
Name
Harrison John Roosevelt, Harry among friends. Jokingly called Pervo on some occasions.
Age
Seventeen and a half
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
None.
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Likes & Dislikes
Likes:
• Stanley Kubrick's films (which he'll frequently quote, which confuses most)
• The music of The Doors (he'll usually hum Light My Fire when waiting)
• Books in general
• Computers
Dislikes:
• Water (expressed through one of his fears)
• People being quiet for long periods of time/being quiet himself for long periods of time
• Drugs
• Guns
Hobbies
• Writing (from short stories to poetry to novels)
• Partying (throws his own or goes to local ones)
• Gaming (frequently plays MMOs)
Habits
• Smokes
• Frequently curses for no reason
• Discusses inappropriate things often
• Plays with hair frequently
Fears
• Scared that his friends will leave him.
• Chronophobia, fear of time (he's scared that he won't get most out of life in the time he's given).
• Zeusophobia, fear of God (he's scared that he'll go to Hell if there is a God, even though he's atheist).
• Hydrophobia, fear of water (he almost drowned when he was seven).
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Personality
• Friendly (to an extent) • Arrogant, sometimes flat out rude • Rather charismatic • Perverted as hell •
Biography
Harry was born and raised in Chicago, going to school there and eventually attending high school. At the age of seven, he had a near death experience when he almost drowned while swimming, and he came out of it with hydrophobia. Anyhow, throughout elementary and middle school, Harry was bullied and became a social outcast until his sophomore year. It was then that he met most of the others in the group, and started to socialize more. As he hung out more with the group, his personality grew. He began to think he was better than most other people, even his friends, but still proved to be a good guy to hang around. Even if they don't want him around, the group is just stuck with him now...
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Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Nice girl... Nice hooters, too."
• Harry, being the pervert that he is, couldn't take his eyes off Quinn when he met her. She could most likely easily tell he was undressing her with his eyes, and she, presumably, didn't like that. Quinn probably doesn't really like Harry much, but Harry loves Quinn, for the same reason he couldn't keep his eyes off her. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Sean Anthony Bale
• "He's an alright guy, not much else."
• Harry read some of Sean's lyrics one day, and the two continued to bond over writing. Although he never understood songwriting, even though it's quite similar to poetry, he and Sean bonded over the passion and the effort it takes to write. Harry does think that Sean clings to Booker a lot, but dismisses it. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
• "The only thing that stands between me and Quinn... Damn him."
• While he is friends with Booker, Harry doesn't like him as much as the rest of the group, mainly due to the fact that he's Quinn's boyfriend. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Amelia 'Amy' Hess
• "Not as good as dear old Quinn... But I still like her."
• As with Quinn, Harry pervs over Amelia as well. Though he knows that neither will take him, he finds enjoyment in doing it. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "A fellow writer, I enjoy his company."
• Harry, mainly due to Ryan also enjoying writing, tried to be his friend when they met. They became good friends, even collaborating a few times to write things together. Beyond writing, Harry also enjoys talking with Ryan. (more TBA as the RP goes on) |
45,252 | 1,229 | 24 | 53 | 1,622 | With everyone collectively deciding Amelia to be the seeker, the girl stood beside the campfire, waiting for everyone to head their seperate ways as she closed her eyes for safe measures. She mentally counted till fifty, giving the others enough time to scatter around the campsite as she stood up. Nervously, Amy pulled out her flashlight and turned it on, the light brightly illuminating a tree in front of her. "Right..." She murmured before raising her voice, "ready or not, here I come!" she couldn't help but shout childishly before taking a deep breath before choosing a random direction, setting off with the goal of finding at least one person within the half hour time limit she had given herself. "Hopefully the first one I find would be much better at this game," she chuckled to herself, carefully stepping over a fallen branch. | Amelia Hess
Name
Amelia "Amy" Hess
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Her ears are pierced, but she rarely wears any earrings. However, she plans on getting a tattoo once she moves out for college.
Likes & Dislikes
• Baking for her friends
• Reading cheesy romance novels
• Watching movies with her brother
• Studying
• Bugs
• Reckless behaviour
• PDA
• Doing nothing
Hobbies
• Yoga
• Taking care of her brother
• Writing a diary
Habits
• Stutters in front of people (strangers and friends)
• Playing with her sleeve when nervous
• Humming lullabies to keep herself busy
Fears
• Arachnophobia (Fear of spiders)
• Losing her younger brother
• Death
Personality
• Motherly • Naive • Helpful • Quiet/Too shy •
Biography
Growing up in a relatively rich family, Amy never had to worry about losing the roof over her head. She had an overly comfortable childhood, with parents that cared well for her. Her sheltered childhood resulted in her never exploring new opportunities, including making new friends, so her social life was already at its low. At the age of nine, her mother died while giving birth to her younger brother, forcing Amy to try and ‘mature’ so that she could ease her father’s tensions. Trying to take responsibility, she began looking after her little brother, Nate, after school so her father wouldn’t have to pay extra for a nanny while he tried working overtime to ensure that his children lived in relative comfort.
Soon, it became natural for Amy to be overprotective and motherly to her little brother, often seen fretting and worrying about him even while she joined high school years later. During her freshman year of high school, her father remarried again, surprising Amy as she was never aware that her father was looking to get settled again. Feeling almost betrayed, Amy slowly began distancing herself from her father and stepmother, all while taking full care of Nate while worrying about the next chapter in life.
Amy was an average student, her time outside school eaten by the responsibility of taking care of a younger child so she never had the chance to do extra-curricular activities alongside her already difficult school work. Currently, Amy works at the local bar as a waitress, trying to earn enough money to fund college herself.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
"We're like two peas in a pod."
Amy got along with Quinn pretty much straight away. She looks up to the girl not only as a friend -maybe even a best friend - but as someone to be motivated by. Amy is very glad to find someone like Quinn to get along with, and she wishes to never lose her friendship.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"I don't quite approve of his habit..."
Amy, being the mother of the group, is quite alarmed by how he pursues Quinn even after her refusal against the matter. She almost pities him, but is always willing to lend him an ear if he needs it. Whenever she does catch Harry's wandering gaze, she doesn't hesitate to scold him like a child.
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
"He's truly a wonderful guy"
Being a big lover of all things romantic, Amy almost envies the relationship Quinn and Booker have. She thinks that they're a wonderful pair and finds Booker to be very inspirational, given his background.
• Sean Anthony Bale
"Sean's so much like my brother, I can't help but worry for him"
Amy finds Sean's and Nate's mannerisms to be quite similar, so much so that Amy acts the exact same way as she does to Nate, to Sean, which she understands that it could be quite annoying.
• Ryan Shaw
"I'd love to get to know him more"
Amy is quite curious about Ryan's 'mysterious' demeanour and background. Even after four years she's quite surprised she doesn't know a lot about him, and so she hopes to use this trip to try and get to know him more. |
45,253 | 1,229 | 25 | 1,570 | 4,066 | Quinn took off sprinting as Amelia was set as the designated seeker. She felt a bit exhilarated as she darted into the woods her flashlight dancing across in front of her as she tried to find a good spot to hide. Not wanting to get too dirty, she decided not to get too hands on with her approach and figured she wouldn't be too devastated getting found first. "Ready or not, here I come!" Amy's voice rang out and Quinn couldn't help but let out a small gasp of excitement as she quickly squatted down behind a fallen tree. Clicking off her flashlight, and holding it against her chest.
Thoughts of the day entered her mind as she listened for Amelia to come find her. It had been a good day so far, the group had arrived safely with no problems between them yet. Tomorrow will be filled with more activities and great times to have. Hopefully. | Quinn Kathleen Bedford
Name
Quinn Kathleen Bedford. Quinn or Q is fine.
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Has ears pierced once, no prominent scars, and has no tattoos.
Likes & Dislikes
• Coffee
• Smell of bonfires
• Having small talk with friends
• Taking photos of things that matter to her
• Getting dirty
• Yelling and loud noises
• Using swear words for no reason
• People that truly believe in horoscopes
Hobbies
• Photography
• Cooking and baking
• Dancing (takes ballet class)
Habits
• Making lists
• Talks in her sleep
• Bites her nails when she's nervous
Fears
• Drowning
• Not succeeding at her goals
• Losing touch with her friends next year
Personality
• Cheerful • Perfectionist • Reliable • Worrisome •
Biography
Bryan and Katherine Bedford were born and in the bustling city of Chicago and they eventually raised their only child Quinn- there as well. Quinn's father is a lead pastor for an urban church and her mother is an elementary school teacher. With her parents in the profession they chose, the type of upbringing Quinn had brought many challenges. Some would say it was almost too controlled and strict. However, it did bring a lot of opportunities for the young girl, giving her a very mature out look on life and a good head on her shoulders.
Quinn excelled in school, and took up as many extracurricular activities that she could. She graduated in the top percentage of her class, and had a great group of friends, and even a boyfriend throughout her four years at the school. Her parents were at first very against the trip, but after promising she'd call every day while she was gone- they eventually gave permission for the trip, even letting them borrow the family's caravan to take the long drive up to the lodge.
Relationships Between Friends
Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"Are those my...my underwear in your bag?"
• Quite aware of Harry's thoughts about her, Quinn is a bit creeped out by it. She has expressed to him a few times before that she wants to be his friend and enjoys his company as a person but she doesn't like his perverted thoughts. She worries about Harry and doesn't want to hurt his feelings one day when something goes too far.
Sean Anthony Bale
"It's okay to be scared, I'm scared sometimes too."
• Though Sean is a newer member to the group, Quinn accepted him with open arms. They share a lot of extracurricular activities together, despite Sean dropping out of most of them. Hopefully they can find something to really bond over and become closer during this trip.
Booker Alphonse Sharp
"Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?"
• Meeting at her father's church originally, Quinn was a bit overwhelmed with emotion when she first met Booker. On one hand she really liked him and found him to be a great guy but on the other hand she was afraid to put so much of her heart into something that wasn't exactly promised to her. Over time she has become a bit more confident in her relationship and would even say she has fallen in love with Booker. She wants to have a future with him, and is happy to have him on her side during this trip with their friends.
Amelia Hess
"Birds of a feather flock together."
• With many similarities, it wasn't a big surprise that Amy and Quinn became friends right away. The two have one another's back and being the only two girls in the group have bonded them in more ways than one. The two hang out without the guys often, so they share many memories without the entire group being involved.
Ryan Shaw
"I don't know what is going on with you."
• From being too quiet to being too loud, Ryan is sort of the wild card of the group, giving Quinn a bit of an uneasy feeling about him sometimes. They have never had any problems with one another, but they have never been entirely close either. Maybe that can change during this trip. |
45,254 | 1,229 | 26 | 1,244 | 9,387 | After deciding how long they should play and figuring who was going to be the seeker, Booker went full sprint when he grabbed the extra batteries, basically saying he was not the seeker. He ran right before Quinn, running with his flashlight running downward. He didn't pay attention to the others or the direction they have ran except for Sean, as he felt that he needed a good place to hide.
coming upon a tree that looked climbable, Booker looked up, placing the flashlight in his mouth and started climbing, wanting to get a good view, trying to keep his eyes on Quinn and hopefully the others. Reaching one of the branches, "Ready or not, here I come!" Booker turned his light off, sitting in the tree watching, waiting, wondering who would be caught first. he managed to see Quinn's hiding place and saw what direction Sean went but the other two...the hell if he knew. | Booker Alphonse Sharp
Name
Booker Alphonse Sharp. Book or Alph
Age
17
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Hetero
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
He has a scar on his knee from a bicycling accident. No tattoos. No piercings
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Sports
• Electronics
• Music
• partying
Dislikes
• Working
• Disrespectful people
• Rodents
• people smoking around him
Hobbies
• Working out/ going to the gym
• Break dancing
• DJ mixing
Habits
• Stay up very late at night
• Get upset when someone is teasing him besides his girlfriend
• Getting distracted easily
Fears
• Rats
• Dying
• going to jail
Personality
• Loyal • Overly protective • Supportive • Quick tempered •
Biography
Booker grew up, living with his uncle Virgil, a police officer, in Chicago. His parents were not a good influence in Booker's life being drug addicts and on the other side of the law. Being related to a police officer made things difficult and left him not allowed to get involved in anything that could get him in trouble, but...that never stopped him from sneaking out to have fun. Booker, throughout his youth got involved in many sports. Football, Basketball, wrestling, boxing, baseball, you name it, more than likely...he was involved but that was to "keep him out of trouble" as his uncle puts it. Virgil was the closest thing to a father he's had.
There have been times when Booker got into fights because of the rumor about his parents or how someone insulted his girlfriend or people being disrespectful in general. His Uncle and Girlfriend had to talk to him a couple times about his temper but it stems from his parents not being good parents.
Booker was average in school and with the help of his girlfriend, he's managed to survive the high school but he did have worries about college. Booker have always wanted to travel and this trip was just what he was looking for. With himself and his friends and girlfriend by his side, this should turn out memorable.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Where would I be without you, babe?"
• Booker met Quinn at her father's church, thanks to his uncle Virgil making him go to socialize. What he thought was a waste of time, turned out to be worth his time when he met Quinn. After getting to know her from talking a few times, Booker found out that she was not only beautiful on the outside but also on the inside. Throughout the years of courtship, Quinn have always managed to comfort Booker and vice versa. He only fears what will happen during college but he can't imagine being with anyone else and plans to have a future with her.
• Harrison John Roosevelt
• "I know we are friends and all but bruh...stay away from my girl"
• Booker and Harry....you can say they're friends but their relationship is a little wishy washy at times mostly because of personality clash, involving Harry's rude comments and his smoking which Booker frown upon. The primary problem between them is the regards to his girlfriend, Quinn. Booker is indifferent about Harry's pervy quality as long as it's not pointed to his girlfriend but, other than that, Harry is still part of the group and someone Booker would be there for if needed.
• Sean Anthony Bale
• "You're my bro for life!"
• Since the first time they met on the court, Booker have made quite a friendship with him. Booker have seen him before but didn't talk to him until he was getting cut from the team. After seeing his potential to get better and taking up for him, he help Sean get better as a player. Off the court, Booker found himself befriending him because of how different he was compared to the other assholes on his team. Easy to talk to and hang out with, Booker invited him into the group but Booker have always felt in the back of his mind that Sean was a little too close to him but nevertheless, Booker have always been there for him and considered him one of his best bros and someone he can trust.
• Amelia Hess
• "She's a sweetheart."
• Booker took a liking to her because of her motherly and helpful nature she displays. He likes her company even if she tags along when Booker and Quinn go out on dates. Booker usually tries to get her to liven up and not be so shy being around him. He could go as far as to say, she's like a sister he never had.
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "One of my bros I can't figure out at times"
• Ryan is officially a friend that Booker could not fully understand. Yes he's cool to hang with but he's either get him involved in something that could get them arrested, which Booker found a little funny but dangerous. Other times, he'd be too quiet and distant. He have had situations where his jokes did seem to border disrespect but then again, Ryan would come back the next time and redeem himself. He's a complicated one but Booker finds that it can be a good thing at times. |
45,255 | 1,229 | 27 | 1,658 | 56 | Sean quickened his pace as Amy started counting, his flashlight lighting the way in front of him. He jumped over a couple of big rocks with ease but decided to keep running. He wanted to get a bit into the forest before picking a hiding place. He heard the sound of another person running nearby, but he had no idea who. The breathing. Running footsteps, slowly fading away as the person took a turn. Sean just kept going in a straight line. "Ready or not, here I come!" Amy's voice was barely audible. Surprised at how far he must have gotten already, Sean started to quickly looked around for a suitable hiding place, with his flashlight guiding the way. He found a couple of bushes. He ran towards them and without making too much of a rustle, he climbed into one of the bigger bushes and made himself as small as possible. He quickly turned off his flashlight and waited. | Sean Anthony Bale
Name
Sean Anthony Bale
Age
Eighteen.
Gender
Male.
Sexuality
Homosexual.
Relationship Status
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Nothing notable.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Drizzle
• Songwriting
• Surprises (Both giving and receiving)
• Chocolate (preferably dark)
Dislikes
• Social Norms
• People that blames things on the alcohol
• Orange...both the fruit and the color
• Silence.
Hobbies
• Basketball
• Singing
• Tv-shows
Habits
• Laughs to break awkward silences.
• Hums on the last song he heard when bored
• Interrupting others.
Fears
• Being left behind
• Heights
• His future
Personality
• Outgoing • Insecure • Enthusiastic • Touchy •
Biography
Sean grew up with two loving parents who during his childhood gave him most things he pointed at. His family weren't rich or anything, but having a lawyer for a mom paid the bills and was enough to make sure their boy was happy. Sean got the toys he wanted and as he grew up and found an interest for singing they paid he got the singing lessons he wanted as well. But having a mother who was a lawyer also meant that he quickly learned to follow rules. She was strict, but most of the time Sean didn't mind. It taught him to appreciate everything he was handed in life.
In school he was mostly liked and quickly found friends. Or at least other people viewed him as such, he just didn't reciprocate their feelings. It felt more of an obligation to be the one others wanted to be around, like he was the pillar of the social hierarchy in school. He joined all the clubs someone with his status should join, and though he didn't dislike them, he didn't really feel passionate about them. Except his singing of course, and basketball which he quickly took a liking to.
After the coach almost kicked him off the team for his lacking skill in the sport, Booker, one of his teammates offered to help. The coach gave Sean one more chance to prove himself at the next game. And with the help of Booker, who became his first genuine friendship, he slowly improved and when the game approached their team won and the coach, though barely, let Sean stay on the team.
Booker introduced him to his group of friends and Sean quickly found his place among them. But not everyone in the group was welcoming , which he quickly noticed from the glares and small comments thrown at him. He couldn't really do much about it, since, he by that time, not only had found more friends in the group, but also fallen in love with Booker. He knew how fragile social structures could be, after all, he had been the center of a few himself, and didn't want to do anything to disturb that balance.
But now, years later when the group have decided to go on one, last roadtrip together, Sean knew that time is running out and soon their little group of friends will go their seperate ways. Maybe it is finally time to reveal his feelings before it is too late...?
Relationships Between Friends
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
• "You're the best. Never change."
• Booker is kind of Sean's anchor to most things, and he's the one who introduced him to the rest of the group. They met when Sean joined the basketball team and bonded when Booker helped him become good enough to stay on the team. He's one of the few people who have been there for him and despite seeing Sean's weaknesses, still wants to be around him. Booker was Sean's first friendship and eventually also became his first love, though Booker don't know this yet.
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Stop laughing...I can't breath."
• Quinn was quick to make Sean feel welcome in their little group of friends and they clicked almost instantly. They rarely have a dull moment when together. Sean know he can always talk to her and highly values her advice. Still he's keeping a huge secret, the one that he actually needs to talk about, but can't. He's in love with her boyfriend, and because of that he sometimes pulls away. He really would like to become closer with her though.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
• "I like your writing and you're cool...when you're not all weird and creepy and stuff."
• Sean had a hard time to understand Harry initially, and still does sometimes, but after Harry found some of his lyrics he wrote on his phone, they both bonded over writing. Maybe songwriting really wasn't his thing and Sean didn't really understand poetry and novels that well, but they still understood the passion for writing. Sean trusts Harry since they are friends, but he's worried that the lyrics he shows him maybe have clues of his feelings for Booker and he doesn't really know what Harry would do with that information if he figured out his secret.
• Amelia Hess
• "She is like a mixture of a great friend and a mom, but I guess I need it."
• Amelia was the one that Sean had a hard time to get to know in the group. She was quiet and well, he was not. But as time progressed and they became more comfortable in each other's company he noticed this caring, though a bit smothering at times, side of her. And let's face it, without her, who would stop him to do stupid shit?
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "You always gets us in trouble, but heck, it's worth it."
• Ryan has this ability to convince Sean to follow him into almost any kind of mischief he's up to. Sean likes Ryan's adventorous side and that he doesn't seem to be bothered by all the insecurities that he is suffering from. But then again, when Ryan aims one of his occasional insensitive comment towards him, Sean has a hard time to not get hurt by his words. |
45,256 | 1,229 | 28 | 1,570 | 4,066 | Swinging her flash light around, trying to illuminate the slowly darkening path before her, Amy listened for any sounds. 'I didn't really give people too long, so they would either be close by, or they would've had to run...' Amy couldn't help but grin to herself, feeling like Sherlock Holmes, alright Amy, listen out for any panting, if anyone did run, panting should give them away. Amy shook her head, as if to clear her mind of the thoughts to help her listen out for any sounds that could give away the locations of her friends.
Despite her weekend ballet classes Quinn had been a little out of shape, and it showed. The sound of her breathing probably could be heard as she tried to catch her breath from the sprinting she had to do to get as far away from the campsite that she could in the small amount of time. Looking up she could Booker's position, and gave a small wave to him to show that she could see him. Her squatting position was getting uncomfortable by the minute as she tried to make slow and quiet adjustments behind the fallen tree trunk.
Amy furrowed her eyebrows, stopping in position with her flashlight pointing towards a fallen tree trunk to the right of her. Despite her knowing the campsite was safe, she couldn't help her initial thoughts. 'What if thats an animal...' She tightened her grip around her light before strengthening her resolve. She had to find at least one person tonight, or else she'd never live down the shame. Approaching the tree trunk, albiet nervously, Amy was relieved to see it was just Quinn squatting down in what looked like an uncomfortable position. She stiffled a laugh, "you okay there, Q?"
As familiar as Amy's voice was to Quinn the sudden sound of it made the girl let out a scream. Plopping to the ground onto her bottom, she looked up at Amy helplessly and flicked on her flashlight, "You scared the crap out of me!" she exclaimed, chuckling a little as she rubbed her sore legs. "Thankfully you found me first though, or they'd have to amputate my legs I think." she stuck out her tongue as she hoisted herself off the ground and wiped off the back of her pants quickly. "Now to find the boys" she added, looking up to Booker's spot with a devious smile.
Unfortunately, Amy had turned her back to Quinn at the wrong moment as she tried looking around the darkened woods with a narrow gaze. "To be quite honest, I'm glad I found you first. At least I have someone to get lost with in these woods." Amy shrugged, swinging her flashlight around to pick a random direction. She pointed towards the direction she came from, "camp is back that way," she said, more to remind herself, "if we go back, we could probably attempt to follow Sean or Ryan, as we pretty much saw which direction they went, even if it may be a bad idea- no, scratch that, I guess that is a very bad idea." She then turned to face Quinn once more, "you sure you're okay though? Did you hurt yourself during that fall?"
Using the toe of her shoe, Quinn drew an arrow in the dirt of which way Amy said the camp was in, just as a precaution to if the two of them got lost. "I'm okay." she smiled, squinting slightly to see her friend's face in the ever growing darkness of the night. "I think heading after those two is the best thing we can do for now, plus we probably don't have too much of the half hour left so the worst that could happen is that we just go back to camp and call everyone in on their phones." she concluded, linking her arm in Amy's carefully as they began walking back towards camp.
Amy pointed her flashlight towards the ground, illuminating the path she was once walking on before. "Be careful, there are a couple of loose branches here and there, it would be quite easy to trip if you don't have any light around." Amy grinned at her friend beside her, "plus, even if we don't find anyone, we at least have each other to keep company." She said, "it's actually been a while since we've had the chance to talk like this, without me joining in on yours and Booker's dates."
Nodding to Amy's warning, she kept her eyes scanning from infront of them to the ground repeatedly. A pout formed on Quinn's lips as she listened to Amy speak, "I'm sorry we haven't got to spend too much time together, just you and I." she gave her arm a gentle squeeze, "With the finals, afterschool activities, college visits and applications, and just life in general I sometimes get swept up in everything." she continued, "I guess that is why I really wanted to go on this trip with all of you guys, it's important to spend time with your loved ones as much as you can, cause time goes fast and we can't really do anything about it." Quinn paused, and made a fart noise with her mouth, "I'm so cheesy, no wonder I always win over the debate team" she joked, as they reached the outer edge of their campsite, their two tents, fire pit, and surrounding chairs in view.
Amy nodded, following Quinn along the path until they reached a tree with a low hanging branch. She unhooked her arm from Quinn's, pointing the flashlight on the branch so Quinn wouldn't have to bump her head as she ducked under. "I'm excited to go to college," Amy started, her voice quiet. She rarely talked about college, her mind too full of Nate that she could barely think about anything else. Now with graduation over with, and her job at the restaurant going well, she could finally have a breather and actually think properly about college. "But I don't want to lose this. Our friendship... Our group." She sighed, "I haven't really had many friends before, as you can quite tell." Seh said, almost sheepishly. "Promise you'll keep in touch, no matter what." Amy waited till Quinn ducked under the branch, before following her.
"Thankyou" Quinn said, as she ducked down under the branch and straightened herself back up on the other side. "I promise you we will, there are way too many ways to keep in touch these days, and I don't want to lose our friendship either." she confirmed. It was hard talking about these things with anyone, when you never truly knew the future. All she could do is hope for the best, and try her hardest to keep her word to her best friend. "So, Harry and Sean went.. um, that way I believe." she pointed her flashlight towards one direction, "And Ryan went that way I think." she pointed her flashlight a bit to the right of her original destination. "Who should we try finding first?"
Amy made sure to link their arms again, just like how Quinn had done earlier as she ccontinued along the path. "I'm sure all of us will try our hardest to keep in touch. But I guess its up to fate to decide." It wasn't long before they reached close to the camp once more, where the group had split up in different directions. Amy contemplated her choices, "we could try Harry and Sean, kill two birds with one stone, y'know?" She bit her lip for a moment, "where's Booker? I thought he went in your direction somewhere? Did you not see him as you hid?" She asked Quinn.
"Yes, let's get the two of them out in one go. I'm sure they couldn't have gone too far, right?" she asked, as they began walking towards where Harry and Sean had ran off too. Quinn bit her lip nervously when Amy asked about Booker. "Well, you know I can't lie to you, so.." Quinn made a guilty face in the dark, "I saw him as I hid... and after I hid.. and when we left the tree that he was in" she let out a nervous giggle hoping that Amy wouldn't be too upset with her.
Amy stopped, almost pouting childishly at Quinn. "Seriously? You couldn't help me out? You know how bad I am at this game!" She sighed, "I guess we have a third choice now: to go back and find Booker. Wait - does that mean that he saw me finding you?" She asked, her face scrunching up again.
"Uhh.. yes" her voice squeaked as Amy lectured her slightly. "Let's just keep going after these two, it wouldn't make sense to double back now. Plus, I know exactly where he is, so we can just run back and grab him after we find Harry and Sean. You know we'll need everyone in the group to find Ryan's sneaky self anyways." Quinn hoped that was enough to please Amy as the two started to venture into the woods again. About 20 minutes left before the game would end and the group would come back to camp to sleep. | Quinn Kathleen Bedford
Name
Quinn Kathleen Bedford. Quinn or Q is fine.
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Has ears pierced once, no prominent scars, and has no tattoos.
Likes & Dislikes
• Coffee
• Smell of bonfires
• Having small talk with friends
• Taking photos of things that matter to her
• Getting dirty
• Yelling and loud noises
• Using swear words for no reason
• People that truly believe in horoscopes
Hobbies
• Photography
• Cooking and baking
• Dancing (takes ballet class)
Habits
• Making lists
• Talks in her sleep
• Bites her nails when she's nervous
Fears
• Drowning
• Not succeeding at her goals
• Losing touch with her friends next year
Personality
• Cheerful • Perfectionist • Reliable • Worrisome •
Biography
Bryan and Katherine Bedford were born and in the bustling city of Chicago and they eventually raised their only child Quinn- there as well. Quinn's father is a lead pastor for an urban church and her mother is an elementary school teacher. With her parents in the profession they chose, the type of upbringing Quinn had brought many challenges. Some would say it was almost too controlled and strict. However, it did bring a lot of opportunities for the young girl, giving her a very mature out look on life and a good head on her shoulders.
Quinn excelled in school, and took up as many extracurricular activities that she could. She graduated in the top percentage of her class, and had a great group of friends, and even a boyfriend throughout her four years at the school. Her parents were at first very against the trip, but after promising she'd call every day while she was gone- they eventually gave permission for the trip, even letting them borrow the family's caravan to take the long drive up to the lodge.
Relationships Between Friends
Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"Are those my...my underwear in your bag?"
• Quite aware of Harry's thoughts about her, Quinn is a bit creeped out by it. She has expressed to him a few times before that she wants to be his friend and enjoys his company as a person but she doesn't like his perverted thoughts. She worries about Harry and doesn't want to hurt his feelings one day when something goes too far.
Sean Anthony Bale
"It's okay to be scared, I'm scared sometimes too."
• Though Sean is a newer member to the group, Quinn accepted him with open arms. They share a lot of extracurricular activities together, despite Sean dropping out of most of them. Hopefully they can find something to really bond over and become closer during this trip.
Booker Alphonse Sharp
"Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?"
• Meeting at her father's church originally, Quinn was a bit overwhelmed with emotion when she first met Booker. On one hand she really liked him and found him to be a great guy but on the other hand she was afraid to put so much of her heart into something that wasn't exactly promised to her. Over time she has become a bit more confident in her relationship and would even say she has fallen in love with Booker. She wants to have a future with him, and is happy to have him on her side during this trip with their friends.
Amelia Hess
"Birds of a feather flock together."
• With many similarities, it wasn't a big surprise that Amy and Quinn became friends right away. The two have one another's back and being the only two girls in the group have bonded them in more ways than one. The two hang out without the guys often, so they share many memories without the entire group being involved.
Ryan Shaw
"I don't know what is going on with you."
• From being too quiet to being too loud, Ryan is sort of the wild card of the group, giving Quinn a bit of an uneasy feeling about him sometimes. They have never had any problems with one another, but they have never been entirely close either. Maybe that can change during this trip. |
45,257 | 1,229 | 29 | 1,244 | 9,387 | Booker felt good his hiding spot. So good, that he felt no one would find him. With a smile of confidence on his face, Booker became alert at the sight of Quinn when she found a hiding spot near him, squatting down. "Well babes...I made you...nice position you have.." he thought to himself, chuckling in his mind feeling safe but....but...the confident smile that he wore proudly, started to diminish the moment, which happened too soon, when Quinn looked up at Booker. "Damn! she spotted me! he thought but he had to calm himself down.
"If she's not found, I have nothing to worry about." he gave a nervous smirk and waved back at his girlfriend. If this wasn't bad enough, Booker caught sight of Amy heading right towards Quinn. You have got to be kidding me! Booker was no longer confident as Amy came over, catching Quinn, causing her to let out a scream. As the two exchanged words, Booker was hoping that his girlfriend would be good and save his ass, but it was only wishful thinking when he heard, "Now to find the boys" from Q as she looked up at him with a devious smile.
Booker was sweating bullets. He was quite competitive and if he was found first out of the guys, he'd feel like a total loser. Thankfully Amy looked away when Quinn was trying to clue her partner in on where he was. As they started to leave, Booker no longer felt safe in the spot. The further the girls got away, Booker took a moment to get down from the tree and began looking for another spot before they decided to come back. He had a feeling that Quinn was going to come clean with Amy and come back for him. Looking around, he scurried off again but this time, he kept his flashlight off so to not give the girl any clue of his whereabouts. | Booker Alphonse Sharp
Name
Booker Alphonse Sharp. Book or Alph
Age
17
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Hetero
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
He has a scar on his knee from a bicycling accident. No tattoos. No piercings
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Sports
• Electronics
• Music
• partying
Dislikes
• Working
• Disrespectful people
• Rodents
• people smoking around him
Hobbies
• Working out/ going to the gym
• Break dancing
• DJ mixing
Habits
• Stay up very late at night
• Get upset when someone is teasing him besides his girlfriend
• Getting distracted easily
Fears
• Rats
• Dying
• going to jail
Personality
• Loyal • Overly protective • Supportive • Quick tempered •
Biography
Booker grew up, living with his uncle Virgil, a police officer, in Chicago. His parents were not a good influence in Booker's life being drug addicts and on the other side of the law. Being related to a police officer made things difficult and left him not allowed to get involved in anything that could get him in trouble, but...that never stopped him from sneaking out to have fun. Booker, throughout his youth got involved in many sports. Football, Basketball, wrestling, boxing, baseball, you name it, more than likely...he was involved but that was to "keep him out of trouble" as his uncle puts it. Virgil was the closest thing to a father he's had.
There have been times when Booker got into fights because of the rumor about his parents or how someone insulted his girlfriend or people being disrespectful in general. His Uncle and Girlfriend had to talk to him a couple times about his temper but it stems from his parents not being good parents.
Booker was average in school and with the help of his girlfriend, he's managed to survive the high school but he did have worries about college. Booker have always wanted to travel and this trip was just what he was looking for. With himself and his friends and girlfriend by his side, this should turn out memorable.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Where would I be without you, babe?"
• Booker met Quinn at her father's church, thanks to his uncle Virgil making him go to socialize. What he thought was a waste of time, turned out to be worth his time when he met Quinn. After getting to know her from talking a few times, Booker found out that she was not only beautiful on the outside but also on the inside. Throughout the years of courtship, Quinn have always managed to comfort Booker and vice versa. He only fears what will happen during college but he can't imagine being with anyone else and plans to have a future with her.
• Harrison John Roosevelt
• "I know we are friends and all but bruh...stay away from my girl"
• Booker and Harry....you can say they're friends but their relationship is a little wishy washy at times mostly because of personality clash, involving Harry's rude comments and his smoking which Booker frown upon. The primary problem between them is the regards to his girlfriend, Quinn. Booker is indifferent about Harry's pervy quality as long as it's not pointed to his girlfriend but, other than that, Harry is still part of the group and someone Booker would be there for if needed.
• Sean Anthony Bale
• "You're my bro for life!"
• Since the first time they met on the court, Booker have made quite a friendship with him. Booker have seen him before but didn't talk to him until he was getting cut from the team. After seeing his potential to get better and taking up for him, he help Sean get better as a player. Off the court, Booker found himself befriending him because of how different he was compared to the other assholes on his team. Easy to talk to and hang out with, Booker invited him into the group but Booker have always felt in the back of his mind that Sean was a little too close to him but nevertheless, Booker have always been there for him and considered him one of his best bros and someone he can trust.
• Amelia Hess
• "She's a sweetheart."
• Booker took a liking to her because of her motherly and helpful nature she displays. He likes her company even if she tags along when Booker and Quinn go out on dates. Booker usually tries to get her to liven up and not be so shy being around him. He could go as far as to say, she's like a sister he never had.
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "One of my bros I can't figure out at times"
• Ryan is officially a friend that Booker could not fully understand. Yes he's cool to hang with but he's either get him involved in something that could get them arrested, which Booker found a little funny but dangerous. Other times, he'd be too quiet and distant. He have had situations where his jokes did seem to border disrespect but then again, Ryan would come back the next time and redeem himself. He's a complicated one but Booker finds that it can be a good thing at times. |
45,258 | 1,229 | 30 | 1,658 | 56 | Sean waited, feeling the cold air digging its way into his bones. He couldn't help but to shiver. He always liked the initial part of hide and seek, where you need to hurry to find the perfect hiding place, but kept forgetting that the waiting part was excruciatingly boring. You have to wait for someone to find you and if you are lucky, you're not found at all which means that you have to wait even longer. That seemed more like a punishment than a reward to Sean, but he had to admit, the sense of victory after being found last was pretty sweet. He just had to suffer through the waiting...or did he?
A grin appeared on Sean's face as he pulled out his phone and turned off both the sound and vibration. Then he remembered the light from the screen might attract attention so he turned the brightness down as well, hopefully before getting caught. He started writing a quick text. It said: "I seeee you..." He put a winky face after the text, but removed it reckoning it was more "spooky" without it. He chose Amy as the recipient and sent it. Sean smiled, proud of his way to both kill time and to play the game tactical. If he heard the noise of a text getting received he knew Amy was nearby and even if he didn't, maybe making Amy believe Sean could see her would make her look in her vicinity and throw her off her game. Not that Amy really had any "game" so to speak, but still. And no, it wasn't cheating. Booker didn't say anything about not using their phones. | Sean Anthony Bale
Name
Sean Anthony Bale
Age
Eighteen.
Gender
Male.
Sexuality
Homosexual.
Relationship Status
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Nothing notable.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Drizzle
• Songwriting
• Surprises (Both giving and receiving)
• Chocolate (preferably dark)
Dislikes
• Social Norms
• People that blames things on the alcohol
• Orange...both the fruit and the color
• Silence.
Hobbies
• Basketball
• Singing
• Tv-shows
Habits
• Laughs to break awkward silences.
• Hums on the last song he heard when bored
• Interrupting others.
Fears
• Being left behind
• Heights
• His future
Personality
• Outgoing • Insecure • Enthusiastic • Touchy •
Biography
Sean grew up with two loving parents who during his childhood gave him most things he pointed at. His family weren't rich or anything, but having a lawyer for a mom paid the bills and was enough to make sure their boy was happy. Sean got the toys he wanted and as he grew up and found an interest for singing they paid he got the singing lessons he wanted as well. But having a mother who was a lawyer also meant that he quickly learned to follow rules. She was strict, but most of the time Sean didn't mind. It taught him to appreciate everything he was handed in life.
In school he was mostly liked and quickly found friends. Or at least other people viewed him as such, he just didn't reciprocate their feelings. It felt more of an obligation to be the one others wanted to be around, like he was the pillar of the social hierarchy in school. He joined all the clubs someone with his status should join, and though he didn't dislike them, he didn't really feel passionate about them. Except his singing of course, and basketball which he quickly took a liking to.
After the coach almost kicked him off the team for his lacking skill in the sport, Booker, one of his teammates offered to help. The coach gave Sean one more chance to prove himself at the next game. And with the help of Booker, who became his first genuine friendship, he slowly improved and when the game approached their team won and the coach, though barely, let Sean stay on the team.
Booker introduced him to his group of friends and Sean quickly found his place among them. But not everyone in the group was welcoming , which he quickly noticed from the glares and small comments thrown at him. He couldn't really do much about it, since, he by that time, not only had found more friends in the group, but also fallen in love with Booker. He knew how fragile social structures could be, after all, he had been the center of a few himself, and didn't want to do anything to disturb that balance.
But now, years later when the group have decided to go on one, last roadtrip together, Sean knew that time is running out and soon their little group of friends will go their seperate ways. Maybe it is finally time to reveal his feelings before it is too late...?
Relationships Between Friends
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
• "You're the best. Never change."
• Booker is kind of Sean's anchor to most things, and he's the one who introduced him to the rest of the group. They met when Sean joined the basketball team and bonded when Booker helped him become good enough to stay on the team. He's one of the few people who have been there for him and despite seeing Sean's weaknesses, still wants to be around him. Booker was Sean's first friendship and eventually also became his first love, though Booker don't know this yet.
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Stop laughing...I can't breath."
• Quinn was quick to make Sean feel welcome in their little group of friends and they clicked almost instantly. They rarely have a dull moment when together. Sean know he can always talk to her and highly values her advice. Still he's keeping a huge secret, the one that he actually needs to talk about, but can't. He's in love with her boyfriend, and because of that he sometimes pulls away. He really would like to become closer with her though.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
• "I like your writing and you're cool...when you're not all weird and creepy and stuff."
• Sean had a hard time to understand Harry initially, and still does sometimes, but after Harry found some of his lyrics he wrote on his phone, they both bonded over writing. Maybe songwriting really wasn't his thing and Sean didn't really understand poetry and novels that well, but they still understood the passion for writing. Sean trusts Harry since they are friends, but he's worried that the lyrics he shows him maybe have clues of his feelings for Booker and he doesn't really know what Harry would do with that information if he figured out his secret.
• Amelia Hess
• "She is like a mixture of a great friend and a mom, but I guess I need it."
• Amelia was the one that Sean had a hard time to get to know in the group. She was quiet and well, he was not. But as time progressed and they became more comfortable in each other's company he noticed this caring, though a bit smothering at times, side of her. And let's face it, without her, who would stop him to do stupid shit?
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "You always gets us in trouble, but heck, it's worth it."
• Ryan has this ability to convince Sean to follow him into almost any kind of mischief he's up to. Sean likes Ryan's adventorous side and that he doesn't seem to be bothered by all the insecurities that he is suffering from. But then again, when Ryan aims one of his occasional insensitive comment towards him, Sean has a hard time to not get hurt by his words. |
45,259 | 1,229 | 31 | 53 | 1,622 | Beep beep!
Amy barely managed to repress a scream at the sudden sound of her phone, jolting out of her skin and unhooking her arm from Quinn's in surprise. "Oh god," she said, her heart pounding, "I'm so sorry, Q, that might've hurt. Are you okay?" Amy asked her, pulling her phone out of her jeans pocket. She flinched at the sudden brightness from her screen, dimming it with a frown on her face as she scrolled to the new message.
"I seeee you..."
Her frown deepened, showing the screen to Quinn. "Sean sent it." Amy said, confused. "Why would he send this? Won't this increase his chances for being caught?" She asked. She tapped for the keyboard, ready to send a response. Her finger hovered over the button, and Amy looked up at Quinn again. "What should I say? Should I even respond?" She asked for her opinion. For all she knew, Sean could've been fooling her. It was hard to predict with Sean. | Amelia Hess
Name
Amelia "Amy" Hess
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Her ears are pierced, but she rarely wears any earrings. However, she plans on getting a tattoo once she moves out for college.
Likes & Dislikes
• Baking for her friends
• Reading cheesy romance novels
• Watching movies with her brother
• Studying
• Bugs
• Reckless behaviour
• PDA
• Doing nothing
Hobbies
• Yoga
• Taking care of her brother
• Writing a diary
Habits
• Stutters in front of people (strangers and friends)
• Playing with her sleeve when nervous
• Humming lullabies to keep herself busy
Fears
• Arachnophobia (Fear of spiders)
• Losing her younger brother
• Death
Personality
• Motherly • Naive • Helpful • Quiet/Too shy •
Biography
Growing up in a relatively rich family, Amy never had to worry about losing the roof over her head. She had an overly comfortable childhood, with parents that cared well for her. Her sheltered childhood resulted in her never exploring new opportunities, including making new friends, so her social life was already at its low. At the age of nine, her mother died while giving birth to her younger brother, forcing Amy to try and ‘mature’ so that she could ease her father’s tensions. Trying to take responsibility, she began looking after her little brother, Nate, after school so her father wouldn’t have to pay extra for a nanny while he tried working overtime to ensure that his children lived in relative comfort.
Soon, it became natural for Amy to be overprotective and motherly to her little brother, often seen fretting and worrying about him even while she joined high school years later. During her freshman year of high school, her father remarried again, surprising Amy as she was never aware that her father was looking to get settled again. Feeling almost betrayed, Amy slowly began distancing herself from her father and stepmother, all while taking full care of Nate while worrying about the next chapter in life.
Amy was an average student, her time outside school eaten by the responsibility of taking care of a younger child so she never had the chance to do extra-curricular activities alongside her already difficult school work. Currently, Amy works at the local bar as a waitress, trying to earn enough money to fund college herself.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
"We're like two peas in a pod."
Amy got along with Quinn pretty much straight away. She looks up to the girl not only as a friend -maybe even a best friend - but as someone to be motivated by. Amy is very glad to find someone like Quinn to get along with, and she wishes to never lose her friendship.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"I don't quite approve of his habit..."
Amy, being the mother of the group, is quite alarmed by how he pursues Quinn even after her refusal against the matter. She almost pities him, but is always willing to lend him an ear if he needs it. Whenever she does catch Harry's wandering gaze, she doesn't hesitate to scold him like a child.
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
"He's truly a wonderful guy"
Being a big lover of all things romantic, Amy almost envies the relationship Quinn and Booker have. She thinks that they're a wonderful pair and finds Booker to be very inspirational, given his background.
• Sean Anthony Bale
"Sean's so much like my brother, I can't help but worry for him"
Amy finds Sean's and Nate's mannerisms to be quite similar, so much so that Amy acts the exact same way as she does to Nate, to Sean, which she understands that it could be quite annoying.
• Ryan Shaw
"I'd love to get to know him more"
Amy is quite curious about Ryan's 'mysterious' demeanour and background. Even after four years she's quite surprised she doesn't know a lot about him, and so she hopes to use this trip to try and get to know him more. |
45,260 | 1,229 | 32 | 53 | 1,622 | Jan 2016 20:49 2 yrs ago | Amelia Hess
Name
Amelia "Amy" Hess
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Her ears are pierced, but she rarely wears any earrings. However, she plans on getting a tattoo once she moves out for college.
Likes & Dislikes
• Baking for her friends
• Reading cheesy romance novels
• Watching movies with her brother
• Studying
• Bugs
• Reckless behaviour
• PDA
• Doing nothing
Hobbies
• Yoga
• Taking care of her brother
• Writing a diary
Habits
• Stutters in front of people (strangers and friends)
• Playing with her sleeve when nervous
• Humming lullabies to keep herself busy
Fears
• Arachnophobia (Fear of spiders)
• Losing her younger brother
• Death
Personality
• Motherly • Naive • Helpful • Quiet/Too shy •
Biography
Growing up in a relatively rich family, Amy never had to worry about losing the roof over her head. She had an overly comfortable childhood, with parents that cared well for her. Her sheltered childhood resulted in her never exploring new opportunities, including making new friends, so her social life was already at its low. At the age of nine, her mother died while giving birth to her younger brother, forcing Amy to try and ‘mature’ so that she could ease her father’s tensions. Trying to take responsibility, she began looking after her little brother, Nate, after school so her father wouldn’t have to pay extra for a nanny while he tried working overtime to ensure that his children lived in relative comfort.
Soon, it became natural for Amy to be overprotective and motherly to her little brother, often seen fretting and worrying about him even while she joined high school years later. During her freshman year of high school, her father remarried again, surprising Amy as she was never aware that her father was looking to get settled again. Feeling almost betrayed, Amy slowly began distancing herself from her father and stepmother, all while taking full care of Nate while worrying about the next chapter in life.
Amy was an average student, her time outside school eaten by the responsibility of taking care of a younger child so she never had the chance to do extra-curricular activities alongside her already difficult school work. Currently, Amy works at the local bar as a waitress, trying to earn enough money to fund college herself.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
"We're like two peas in a pod."
Amy got along with Quinn pretty much straight away. She looks up to the girl not only as a friend -maybe even a best friend - but as someone to be motivated by. Amy is very glad to find someone like Quinn to get along with, and she wishes to never lose her friendship.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"I don't quite approve of his habit..."
Amy, being the mother of the group, is quite alarmed by how he pursues Quinn even after her refusal against the matter. She almost pities him, but is always willing to lend him an ear if he needs it. Whenever she does catch Harry's wandering gaze, she doesn't hesitate to scold him like a child.
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
"He's truly a wonderful guy"
Being a big lover of all things romantic, Amy almost envies the relationship Quinn and Booker have. She thinks that they're a wonderful pair and finds Booker to be very inspirational, given his background.
• Sean Anthony Bale
"Sean's so much like my brother, I can't help but worry for him"
Amy finds Sean's and Nate's mannerisms to be quite similar, so much so that Amy acts the exact same way as she does to Nate, to Sean, which she understands that it could be quite annoying.
• Ryan Shaw
"I'd love to get to know him more"
Amy is quite curious about Ryan's 'mysterious' demeanour and background. Even after four years she's quite surprised she doesn't know a lot about him, and so she hopes to use this trip to try and get to know him more. |
45,261 | 1,229 | 33 | 1,570 | 4,066 | Amy's jump made Quinn get yanked to the side as the girl's quickly unhooked arms. "I'm alright" Quinn responded, giving a thumbs up to signify that she wasn't hurt or upset. The bright phone screen made the girl squint as her greyish blue eyes adjusted to the screen.
"I seeee you..."
"That's creepy as heck Amy!" Quinn said, her eyes widening and using her flashlight to glance around the surrounding area. She couldn't see any lit up phone or any movement, so she assumed that Sean was either playing a trick on them or he was extremely crafty. "I'm not sure." Quinn admitted, looking to Amy with an exhausted expression. "Tell him, he's the only one left out here, and he better watch out!" the girl exclaimed, letting out a small chuckle as she ran her hand through her hair. "We still have to find the other boys too, let's keep going and hopefully we will come across at least one other person. We only have about 20 minutes left anyways." | Quinn Kathleen Bedford
Name
Quinn Kathleen Bedford. Quinn or Q is fine.
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Has ears pierced once, no prominent scars, and has no tattoos.
Likes & Dislikes
• Coffee
• Smell of bonfires
• Having small talk with friends
• Taking photos of things that matter to her
• Getting dirty
• Yelling and loud noises
• Using swear words for no reason
• People that truly believe in horoscopes
Hobbies
• Photography
• Cooking and baking
• Dancing (takes ballet class)
Habits
• Making lists
• Talks in her sleep
• Bites her nails when she's nervous
Fears
• Drowning
• Not succeeding at her goals
• Losing touch with her friends next year
Personality
• Cheerful • Perfectionist • Reliable • Worrisome •
Biography
Bryan and Katherine Bedford were born and in the bustling city of Chicago and they eventually raised their only child Quinn- there as well. Quinn's father is a lead pastor for an urban church and her mother is an elementary school teacher. With her parents in the profession they chose, the type of upbringing Quinn had brought many challenges. Some would say it was almost too controlled and strict. However, it did bring a lot of opportunities for the young girl, giving her a very mature out look on life and a good head on her shoulders.
Quinn excelled in school, and took up as many extracurricular activities that she could. She graduated in the top percentage of her class, and had a great group of friends, and even a boyfriend throughout her four years at the school. Her parents were at first very against the trip, but after promising she'd call every day while she was gone- they eventually gave permission for the trip, even letting them borrow the family's caravan to take the long drive up to the lodge.
Relationships Between Friends
Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"Are those my...my underwear in your bag?"
• Quite aware of Harry's thoughts about her, Quinn is a bit creeped out by it. She has expressed to him a few times before that she wants to be his friend and enjoys his company as a person but she doesn't like his perverted thoughts. She worries about Harry and doesn't want to hurt his feelings one day when something goes too far.
Sean Anthony Bale
"It's okay to be scared, I'm scared sometimes too."
• Though Sean is a newer member to the group, Quinn accepted him with open arms. They share a lot of extracurricular activities together, despite Sean dropping out of most of them. Hopefully they can find something to really bond over and become closer during this trip.
Booker Alphonse Sharp
"Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?"
• Meeting at her father's church originally, Quinn was a bit overwhelmed with emotion when she first met Booker. On one hand she really liked him and found him to be a great guy but on the other hand she was afraid to put so much of her heart into something that wasn't exactly promised to her. Over time she has become a bit more confident in her relationship and would even say she has fallen in love with Booker. She wants to have a future with him, and is happy to have him on her side during this trip with their friends.
Amelia Hess
"Birds of a feather flock together."
• With many similarities, it wasn't a big surprise that Amy and Quinn became friends right away. The two have one another's back and being the only two girls in the group have bonded them in more ways than one. The two hang out without the guys often, so they share many memories without the entire group being involved.
Ryan Shaw
"I don't know what is going on with you."
• From being too quiet to being too loud, Ryan is sort of the wild card of the group, giving Quinn a bit of an uneasy feeling about him sometimes. They have never had any problems with one another, but they have never been entirely close either. Maybe that can change during this trip. |
45,262 | 1,229 | 34 | 53 | 1,622 | Amelia nodded, typing out her response as Quinn suggested, tweaking it ever-so-slightly. We're coming for you next. She snickered, thinking it would be best to keep Sean on his toes. She let Quinn look at the message as she pressed send, her phone letting out a soft hum in response. "If he wants creepy, we'll give him creepy." She said, turning the volume of her phone down slightly, so the next message or call she would get would not startle the girl into having a heart attack.
"We could possibly split up, cover more ground? You know where Booker is, while I will probably try to look out for Harry." Amy suggested, "we can meet back here in ten minutes and look for Sean and Ryan together. We definitely need all the manpower we can get." | Amelia Hess
Name
Amelia "Amy" Hess
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Her ears are pierced, but she rarely wears any earrings. However, she plans on getting a tattoo once she moves out for college.
Likes & Dislikes
• Baking for her friends
• Reading cheesy romance novels
• Watching movies with her brother
• Studying
• Bugs
• Reckless behaviour
• PDA
• Doing nothing
Hobbies
• Yoga
• Taking care of her brother
• Writing a diary
Habits
• Stutters in front of people (strangers and friends)
• Playing with her sleeve when nervous
• Humming lullabies to keep herself busy
Fears
• Arachnophobia (Fear of spiders)
• Losing her younger brother
• Death
Personality
• Motherly • Naive • Helpful • Quiet/Too shy •
Biography
Growing up in a relatively rich family, Amy never had to worry about losing the roof over her head. She had an overly comfortable childhood, with parents that cared well for her. Her sheltered childhood resulted in her never exploring new opportunities, including making new friends, so her social life was already at its low. At the age of nine, her mother died while giving birth to her younger brother, forcing Amy to try and ‘mature’ so that she could ease her father’s tensions. Trying to take responsibility, she began looking after her little brother, Nate, after school so her father wouldn’t have to pay extra for a nanny while he tried working overtime to ensure that his children lived in relative comfort.
Soon, it became natural for Amy to be overprotective and motherly to her little brother, often seen fretting and worrying about him even while she joined high school years later. During her freshman year of high school, her father remarried again, surprising Amy as she was never aware that her father was looking to get settled again. Feeling almost betrayed, Amy slowly began distancing herself from her father and stepmother, all while taking full care of Nate while worrying about the next chapter in life.
Amy was an average student, her time outside school eaten by the responsibility of taking care of a younger child so she never had the chance to do extra-curricular activities alongside her already difficult school work. Currently, Amy works at the local bar as a waitress, trying to earn enough money to fund college herself.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
"We're like two peas in a pod."
Amy got along with Quinn pretty much straight away. She looks up to the girl not only as a friend -maybe even a best friend - but as someone to be motivated by. Amy is very glad to find someone like Quinn to get along with, and she wishes to never lose her friendship.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"I don't quite approve of his habit..."
Amy, being the mother of the group, is quite alarmed by how he pursues Quinn even after her refusal against the matter. She almost pities him, but is always willing to lend him an ear if he needs it. Whenever she does catch Harry's wandering gaze, she doesn't hesitate to scold him like a child.
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
"He's truly a wonderful guy"
Being a big lover of all things romantic, Amy almost envies the relationship Quinn and Booker have. She thinks that they're a wonderful pair and finds Booker to be very inspirational, given his background.
• Sean Anthony Bale
"Sean's so much like my brother, I can't help but worry for him"
Amy finds Sean's and Nate's mannerisms to be quite similar, so much so that Amy acts the exact same way as she does to Nate, to Sean, which she understands that it could be quite annoying.
• Ryan Shaw
"I'd love to get to know him more"
Amy is quite curious about Ryan's 'mysterious' demeanour and background. Even after four years she's quite surprised she doesn't know a lot about him, and so she hopes to use this trip to try and get to know him more. |
45,263 | 1,229 | 35 | 1,658 | 56 | Frequently, Sean picked up his phone to see if he had gotten a response. After a while, he noticed that a new message indeed had arrived. He opened it.
"We're coming for you next."
Sean looked at the text, first surprised, then suspiciously. This is NOT Amy. Someone must have kidnapped her and then stolen her phone! Sean pondered that thought, most certainly inspired by the tv-show he recently watched where they kept using kidnappings as cliffhangers, until he realized how stupid it actually was. For one, it was more likely that she had already found someone else, like Quinn...or Booker or someone and that they had written the text. And also, the text said "We're". Not I'm, which, since Amy was not schizophrenic, proved that she wasn't alone.
Sean decided not to answer for now, not coming up with anything clever to say, and instead, kept waiting. | Sean Anthony Bale
Name
Sean Anthony Bale
Age
Eighteen.
Gender
Male.
Sexuality
Homosexual.
Relationship Status
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Nothing notable.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Drizzle
• Songwriting
• Surprises (Both giving and receiving)
• Chocolate (preferably dark)
Dislikes
• Social Norms
• People that blames things on the alcohol
• Orange...both the fruit and the color
• Silence.
Hobbies
• Basketball
• Singing
• Tv-shows
Habits
• Laughs to break awkward silences.
• Hums on the last song he heard when bored
• Interrupting others.
Fears
• Being left behind
• Heights
• His future
Personality
• Outgoing • Insecure • Enthusiastic • Touchy •
Biography
Sean grew up with two loving parents who during his childhood gave him most things he pointed at. His family weren't rich or anything, but having a lawyer for a mom paid the bills and was enough to make sure their boy was happy. Sean got the toys he wanted and as he grew up and found an interest for singing they paid he got the singing lessons he wanted as well. But having a mother who was a lawyer also meant that he quickly learned to follow rules. She was strict, but most of the time Sean didn't mind. It taught him to appreciate everything he was handed in life.
In school he was mostly liked and quickly found friends. Or at least other people viewed him as such, he just didn't reciprocate their feelings. It felt more of an obligation to be the one others wanted to be around, like he was the pillar of the social hierarchy in school. He joined all the clubs someone with his status should join, and though he didn't dislike them, he didn't really feel passionate about them. Except his singing of course, and basketball which he quickly took a liking to.
After the coach almost kicked him off the team for his lacking skill in the sport, Booker, one of his teammates offered to help. The coach gave Sean one more chance to prove himself at the next game. And with the help of Booker, who became his first genuine friendship, he slowly improved and when the game approached their team won and the coach, though barely, let Sean stay on the team.
Booker introduced him to his group of friends and Sean quickly found his place among them. But not everyone in the group was welcoming , which he quickly noticed from the glares and small comments thrown at him. He couldn't really do much about it, since, he by that time, not only had found more friends in the group, but also fallen in love with Booker. He knew how fragile social structures could be, after all, he had been the center of a few himself, and didn't want to do anything to disturb that balance.
But now, years later when the group have decided to go on one, last roadtrip together, Sean knew that time is running out and soon their little group of friends will go their seperate ways. Maybe it is finally time to reveal his feelings before it is too late...?
Relationships Between Friends
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
• "You're the best. Never change."
• Booker is kind of Sean's anchor to most things, and he's the one who introduced him to the rest of the group. They met when Sean joined the basketball team and bonded when Booker helped him become good enough to stay on the team. He's one of the few people who have been there for him and despite seeing Sean's weaknesses, still wants to be around him. Booker was Sean's first friendship and eventually also became his first love, though Booker don't know this yet.
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Stop laughing...I can't breath."
• Quinn was quick to make Sean feel welcome in their little group of friends and they clicked almost instantly. They rarely have a dull moment when together. Sean know he can always talk to her and highly values her advice. Still he's keeping a huge secret, the one that he actually needs to talk about, but can't. He's in love with her boyfriend, and because of that he sometimes pulls away. He really would like to become closer with her though.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
• "I like your writing and you're cool...when you're not all weird and creepy and stuff."
• Sean had a hard time to understand Harry initially, and still does sometimes, but after Harry found some of his lyrics he wrote on his phone, they both bonded over writing. Maybe songwriting really wasn't his thing and Sean didn't really understand poetry and novels that well, but they still understood the passion for writing. Sean trusts Harry since they are friends, but he's worried that the lyrics he shows him maybe have clues of his feelings for Booker and he doesn't really know what Harry would do with that information if he figured out his secret.
• Amelia Hess
• "She is like a mixture of a great friend and a mom, but I guess I need it."
• Amelia was the one that Sean had a hard time to get to know in the group. She was quiet and well, he was not. But as time progressed and they became more comfortable in each other's company he noticed this caring, though a bit smothering at times, side of her. And let's face it, without her, who would stop him to do stupid shit?
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "You always gets us in trouble, but heck, it's worth it."
• Ryan has this ability to convince Sean to follow him into almost any kind of mischief he's up to. Sean likes Ryan's adventorous side and that he doesn't seem to be bothered by all the insecurities that he is suffering from. But then again, when Ryan aims one of his occasional insensitive comment towards him, Sean has a hard time to not get hurt by his words. |
45,264 | 1,229 | 36 | 1,570 | 4,066 | Ooh, you're clever. Quinn commented, reading Amy's version of the text before it was sent off to Sean. Though the suggestion to split up seemed right out of a horror movie, Quinn couldn't help to agree that it'd be the best bet for Amy to win the game. "Okay. We will meet back at camp in 10 minutes. Hopefully with at least one person each, and then we will be able to find who is ever left in no time." Quinn said, giving a quick hug to Amy before turning to head back to where she came from. "Good luck!" she called, making her way through the forest.
Upon coming back to the tree where Booker was meant to be, she quickly realized he was not there anymore. "That cheater!" she thought to herself, as she looked around the surrounding area to see if he had just moved from out of the tree. "Babe!" she whispered, flashing her light back and forth to look around. "Babe, I already found you earlier so you might as well come out right now. You're lucky Amy didn't get you when she had the chance" she teased, stopping- a smile forming on her face, "I'll reward you with a kiss if you make this easy for me" she offered. Standing still, hoping that he would take the bait. | Quinn Kathleen Bedford
Name
Quinn Kathleen Bedford. Quinn or Q is fine.
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Has ears pierced once, no prominent scars, and has no tattoos.
Likes & Dislikes
• Coffee
• Smell of bonfires
• Having small talk with friends
• Taking photos of things that matter to her
• Getting dirty
• Yelling and loud noises
• Using swear words for no reason
• People that truly believe in horoscopes
Hobbies
• Photography
• Cooking and baking
• Dancing (takes ballet class)
Habits
• Making lists
• Talks in her sleep
• Bites her nails when she's nervous
Fears
• Drowning
• Not succeeding at her goals
• Losing touch with her friends next year
Personality
• Cheerful • Perfectionist • Reliable • Worrisome •
Biography
Bryan and Katherine Bedford were born and in the bustling city of Chicago and they eventually raised their only child Quinn- there as well. Quinn's father is a lead pastor for an urban church and her mother is an elementary school teacher. With her parents in the profession they chose, the type of upbringing Quinn had brought many challenges. Some would say it was almost too controlled and strict. However, it did bring a lot of opportunities for the young girl, giving her a very mature out look on life and a good head on her shoulders.
Quinn excelled in school, and took up as many extracurricular activities that she could. She graduated in the top percentage of her class, and had a great group of friends, and even a boyfriend throughout her four years at the school. Her parents were at first very against the trip, but after promising she'd call every day while she was gone- they eventually gave permission for the trip, even letting them borrow the family's caravan to take the long drive up to the lodge.
Relationships Between Friends
Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"Are those my...my underwear in your bag?"
• Quite aware of Harry's thoughts about her, Quinn is a bit creeped out by it. She has expressed to him a few times before that she wants to be his friend and enjoys his company as a person but she doesn't like his perverted thoughts. She worries about Harry and doesn't want to hurt his feelings one day when something goes too far.
Sean Anthony Bale
"It's okay to be scared, I'm scared sometimes too."
• Though Sean is a newer member to the group, Quinn accepted him with open arms. They share a lot of extracurricular activities together, despite Sean dropping out of most of them. Hopefully they can find something to really bond over and become closer during this trip.
Booker Alphonse Sharp
"Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?"
• Meeting at her father's church originally, Quinn was a bit overwhelmed with emotion when she first met Booker. On one hand she really liked him and found him to be a great guy but on the other hand she was afraid to put so much of her heart into something that wasn't exactly promised to her. Over time she has become a bit more confident in her relationship and would even say she has fallen in love with Booker. She wants to have a future with him, and is happy to have him on her side during this trip with their friends.
Amelia Hess
"Birds of a feather flock together."
• With many similarities, it wasn't a big surprise that Amy and Quinn became friends right away. The two have one another's back and being the only two girls in the group have bonded them in more ways than one. The two hang out without the guys often, so they share many memories without the entire group being involved.
Ryan Shaw
"I don't know what is going on with you."
• From being too quiet to being too loud, Ryan is sort of the wild card of the group, giving Quinn a bit of an uneasy feeling about him sometimes. They have never had any problems with one another, but they have never been entirely close either. Maybe that can change during this trip. |
45,265 | 1,229 | 37 | 53 | 1,622 | As Quinn went back in the direction the two girls had come from, Amy swung her flashlight around, letting luck decide which direction she would choose. She looked to her left, seeing a small clearing and wondered if anyone wandered through there while hiding. With one hand on her flashlight and the other beside her phone in her pocket, ready to message anyone, Amy set off.
Sean or Harry... She wondered. The fact that Sean didn't respond afterwards both amused her and scared her, what if he got hurt? a nagging thought kept nipping in her mind. Well, I did promise 'we' were coming for him next... I might as well try... Finally making up her mind, the girl grabbed her phone, this time ready for the sudden screen brightness as she checked the time.
Eight minutes to go... | Amelia Hess
Name
Amelia "Amy" Hess
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Her ears are pierced, but she rarely wears any earrings. However, she plans on getting a tattoo once she moves out for college.
Likes & Dislikes
• Baking for her friends
• Reading cheesy romance novels
• Watching movies with her brother
• Studying
• Bugs
• Reckless behaviour
• PDA
• Doing nothing
Hobbies
• Yoga
• Taking care of her brother
• Writing a diary
Habits
• Stutters in front of people (strangers and friends)
• Playing with her sleeve when nervous
• Humming lullabies to keep herself busy
Fears
• Arachnophobia (Fear of spiders)
• Losing her younger brother
• Death
Personality
• Motherly • Naive • Helpful • Quiet/Too shy •
Biography
Growing up in a relatively rich family, Amy never had to worry about losing the roof over her head. She had an overly comfortable childhood, with parents that cared well for her. Her sheltered childhood resulted in her never exploring new opportunities, including making new friends, so her social life was already at its low. At the age of nine, her mother died while giving birth to her younger brother, forcing Amy to try and ‘mature’ so that she could ease her father’s tensions. Trying to take responsibility, she began looking after her little brother, Nate, after school so her father wouldn’t have to pay extra for a nanny while he tried working overtime to ensure that his children lived in relative comfort.
Soon, it became natural for Amy to be overprotective and motherly to her little brother, often seen fretting and worrying about him even while she joined high school years later. During her freshman year of high school, her father remarried again, surprising Amy as she was never aware that her father was looking to get settled again. Feeling almost betrayed, Amy slowly began distancing herself from her father and stepmother, all while taking full care of Nate while worrying about the next chapter in life.
Amy was an average student, her time outside school eaten by the responsibility of taking care of a younger child so she never had the chance to do extra-curricular activities alongside her already difficult school work. Currently, Amy works at the local bar as a waitress, trying to earn enough money to fund college herself.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
"We're like two peas in a pod."
Amy got along with Quinn pretty much straight away. She looks up to the girl not only as a friend -maybe even a best friend - but as someone to be motivated by. Amy is very glad to find someone like Quinn to get along with, and she wishes to never lose her friendship.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"I don't quite approve of his habit..."
Amy, being the mother of the group, is quite alarmed by how he pursues Quinn even after her refusal against the matter. She almost pities him, but is always willing to lend him an ear if he needs it. Whenever she does catch Harry's wandering gaze, she doesn't hesitate to scold him like a child.
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
"He's truly a wonderful guy"
Being a big lover of all things romantic, Amy almost envies the relationship Quinn and Booker have. She thinks that they're a wonderful pair and finds Booker to be very inspirational, given his background.
• Sean Anthony Bale
"Sean's so much like my brother, I can't help but worry for him"
Amy finds Sean's and Nate's mannerisms to be quite similar, so much so that Amy acts the exact same way as she does to Nate, to Sean, which she understands that it could be quite annoying.
• Ryan Shaw
"I'd love to get to know him more"
Amy is quite curious about Ryan's 'mysterious' demeanour and background. Even after four years she's quite surprised she doesn't know a lot about him, and so she hopes to use this trip to try and get to know him more. |
45,266 | 1,229 | 38 | 1,244 | 9,387 | If turning his flashlight was supposedly a good idea, he was wrong. He couldn't really see where he was going. A slip here, a bump there, if Booker kept this up, he was going to either get hurt or lost. He didn't go too far from the tree and decided to head back but try to stay hidden. He figured, the girls would come back to the tree but, they'll see he would no longer be there.
Walking back and looking down at his phone to check the time to make sure the game was still on, Booker didn't pay attention to Quinn coming back to the area he was at. He didn't have his light on so, he was just guessing how far he was. Hearing Quinn calling for him, Booker stopped but he was not hiding, he didn't have time to find a new hiding place and with her showing up so soon, he was in the open enough where she could see him.
Slowly, side stepping, behind a tree that was close by, he could hear her baiting him but he wasn't coming out. Yeah he cheated by moving out from his hiding spot and Quinn had a good point but he wasn't coming out for just a kiss, he figured he'd be able to get a kiss from her anytime. So...Booker let out a noticeable "TCH" from what Quinn said and realized how loud he was, covering his mouth and widening his eyes. | Booker Alphonse Sharp
Name
Booker Alphonse Sharp. Book or Alph
Age
17
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Hetero
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
He has a scar on his knee from a bicycling accident. No tattoos. No piercings
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Sports
• Electronics
• Music
• partying
Dislikes
• Working
• Disrespectful people
• Rodents
• people smoking around him
Hobbies
• Working out/ going to the gym
• Break dancing
• DJ mixing
Habits
• Stay up very late at night
• Get upset when someone is teasing him besides his girlfriend
• Getting distracted easily
Fears
• Rats
• Dying
• going to jail
Personality
• Loyal • Overly protective • Supportive • Quick tempered •
Biography
Booker grew up, living with his uncle Virgil, a police officer, in Chicago. His parents were not a good influence in Booker's life being drug addicts and on the other side of the law. Being related to a police officer made things difficult and left him not allowed to get involved in anything that could get him in trouble, but...that never stopped him from sneaking out to have fun. Booker, throughout his youth got involved in many sports. Football, Basketball, wrestling, boxing, baseball, you name it, more than likely...he was involved but that was to "keep him out of trouble" as his uncle puts it. Virgil was the closest thing to a father he's had.
There have been times when Booker got into fights because of the rumor about his parents or how someone insulted his girlfriend or people being disrespectful in general. His Uncle and Girlfriend had to talk to him a couple times about his temper but it stems from his parents not being good parents.
Booker was average in school and with the help of his girlfriend, he's managed to survive the high school but he did have worries about college. Booker have always wanted to travel and this trip was just what he was looking for. With himself and his friends and girlfriend by his side, this should turn out memorable.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Where would I be without you, babe?"
• Booker met Quinn at her father's church, thanks to his uncle Virgil making him go to socialize. What he thought was a waste of time, turned out to be worth his time when he met Quinn. After getting to know her from talking a few times, Booker found out that she was not only beautiful on the outside but also on the inside. Throughout the years of courtship, Quinn have always managed to comfort Booker and vice versa. He only fears what will happen during college but he can't imagine being with anyone else and plans to have a future with her.
• Harrison John Roosevelt
• "I know we are friends and all but bruh...stay away from my girl"
• Booker and Harry....you can say they're friends but their relationship is a little wishy washy at times mostly because of personality clash, involving Harry's rude comments and his smoking which Booker frown upon. The primary problem between them is the regards to his girlfriend, Quinn. Booker is indifferent about Harry's pervy quality as long as it's not pointed to his girlfriend but, other than that, Harry is still part of the group and someone Booker would be there for if needed.
• Sean Anthony Bale
• "You're my bro for life!"
• Since the first time they met on the court, Booker have made quite a friendship with him. Booker have seen him before but didn't talk to him until he was getting cut from the team. After seeing his potential to get better and taking up for him, he help Sean get better as a player. Off the court, Booker found himself befriending him because of how different he was compared to the other assholes on his team. Easy to talk to and hang out with, Booker invited him into the group but Booker have always felt in the back of his mind that Sean was a little too close to him but nevertheless, Booker have always been there for him and considered him one of his best bros and someone he can trust.
• Amelia Hess
• "She's a sweetheart."
• Booker took a liking to her because of her motherly and helpful nature she displays. He likes her company even if she tags along when Booker and Quinn go out on dates. Booker usually tries to get her to liven up and not be so shy being around him. He could go as far as to say, she's like a sister he never had.
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "One of my bros I can't figure out at times"
• Ryan is officially a friend that Booker could not fully understand. Yes he's cool to hang with but he's either get him involved in something that could get them arrested, which Booker found a little funny but dangerous. Other times, he'd be too quiet and distant. He have had situations where his jokes did seem to border disrespect but then again, Ryan would come back the next time and redeem himself. He's a complicated one but Booker finds that it can be a good thing at times. |
45,267 | 1,229 | 39 | 1,570 | 4,066 | TCH
Ah, the old familiar sound of Booker made Quinn grin. "Wow, you're not impressed with my kisses anymore Booker Alphonse Sharp?" she used his full name to show that he was in trouble now. Pointing her flashlight at the source of the sound she caught glimpse of him behind the tree. Walking quickly towards him she whirled around the tree and let out a loud, "Gotcha!" as she threw her arms around him with a laugh. With her flashlight pressed up against his back, she couldn't see his reaction- but it felt nice to have her arms wrapped around him once more. Letting go, she looked up at him and planted a kiss against his chin, "You missed out on a good one, but since I love you I couldn't resist." she teased, finding his hand in the dark and interlacing her fingers with his. "We have to go help Amy find the rest of the boys, let's go!" she insisted, pulling Booker along as they made their way back to camp. | Quinn Kathleen Bedford
Name
Quinn Kathleen Bedford. Quinn or Q is fine.
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Has ears pierced once, no prominent scars, and has no tattoos.
Likes & Dislikes
• Coffee
• Smell of bonfires
• Having small talk with friends
• Taking photos of things that matter to her
• Getting dirty
• Yelling and loud noises
• Using swear words for no reason
• People that truly believe in horoscopes
Hobbies
• Photography
• Cooking and baking
• Dancing (takes ballet class)
Habits
• Making lists
• Talks in her sleep
• Bites her nails when she's nervous
Fears
• Drowning
• Not succeeding at her goals
• Losing touch with her friends next year
Personality
• Cheerful • Perfectionist • Reliable • Worrisome •
Biography
Bryan and Katherine Bedford were born and in the bustling city of Chicago and they eventually raised their only child Quinn- there as well. Quinn's father is a lead pastor for an urban church and her mother is an elementary school teacher. With her parents in the profession they chose, the type of upbringing Quinn had brought many challenges. Some would say it was almost too controlled and strict. However, it did bring a lot of opportunities for the young girl, giving her a very mature out look on life and a good head on her shoulders.
Quinn excelled in school, and took up as many extracurricular activities that she could. She graduated in the top percentage of her class, and had a great group of friends, and even a boyfriend throughout her four years at the school. Her parents were at first very against the trip, but after promising she'd call every day while she was gone- they eventually gave permission for the trip, even letting them borrow the family's caravan to take the long drive up to the lodge.
Relationships Between Friends
Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"Are those my...my underwear in your bag?"
• Quite aware of Harry's thoughts about her, Quinn is a bit creeped out by it. She has expressed to him a few times before that she wants to be his friend and enjoys his company as a person but she doesn't like his perverted thoughts. She worries about Harry and doesn't want to hurt his feelings one day when something goes too far.
Sean Anthony Bale
"It's okay to be scared, I'm scared sometimes too."
• Though Sean is a newer member to the group, Quinn accepted him with open arms. They share a lot of extracurricular activities together, despite Sean dropping out of most of them. Hopefully they can find something to really bond over and become closer during this trip.
Booker Alphonse Sharp
"Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?"
• Meeting at her father's church originally, Quinn was a bit overwhelmed with emotion when she first met Booker. On one hand she really liked him and found him to be a great guy but on the other hand she was afraid to put so much of her heart into something that wasn't exactly promised to her. Over time she has become a bit more confident in her relationship and would even say she has fallen in love with Booker. She wants to have a future with him, and is happy to have him on her side during this trip with their friends.
Amelia Hess
"Birds of a feather flock together."
• With many similarities, it wasn't a big surprise that Amy and Quinn became friends right away. The two have one another's back and being the only two girls in the group have bonded them in more ways than one. The two hang out without the guys often, so they share many memories without the entire group being involved.
Ryan Shaw
"I don't know what is going on with you."
• From being too quiet to being too loud, Ryan is sort of the wild card of the group, giving Quinn a bit of an uneasy feeling about him sometimes. They have never had any problems with one another, but they have never been entirely close either. Maybe that can change during this trip. |
45,268 | 1,229 | 40 | 2,189 | 1,024 | While everyone else was either still hiding or look for those who were hiding, Harry sat in the bush in a fetal position, tears streaming down his face. I don't want to be alone again... Not again... He thought to himself, rocking back and forth while silently sobbing. The thought of his friends leaving him was too strong, and he wanted to scream, yet idea tormented him so much that he couldn't. I know, he thought, I could just stop thinking about it... somehow.
And then, he grinned, and began to shout: "I don't know but I've been told! Eskimo pussy's mighty cold!" He sang one of the marching cadences from Stanley Kubrick's Full Metal Jacket, and that managed to take his mind off things. Now he just had to worry if his friends would find him because of that... | Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
Name
Harrison John Roosevelt, Harry among friends. Jokingly called Pervo on some occasions.
Age
Seventeen and a half
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
None.
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Likes & Dislikes
Likes:
• Stanley Kubrick's films (which he'll frequently quote, which confuses most)
• The music of The Doors (he'll usually hum Light My Fire when waiting)
• Books in general
• Computers
Dislikes:
• Water (expressed through one of his fears)
• People being quiet for long periods of time/being quiet himself for long periods of time
• Drugs
• Guns
Hobbies
• Writing (from short stories to poetry to novels)
• Partying (throws his own or goes to local ones)
• Gaming (frequently plays MMOs)
Habits
• Smokes
• Frequently curses for no reason
• Discusses inappropriate things often
• Plays with hair frequently
Fears
• Scared that his friends will leave him.
• Chronophobia, fear of time (he's scared that he won't get most out of life in the time he's given).
• Zeusophobia, fear of God (he's scared that he'll go to Hell if there is a God, even though he's atheist).
• Hydrophobia, fear of water (he almost drowned when he was seven).
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Personality
• Friendly (to an extent) • Arrogant, sometimes flat out rude • Rather charismatic • Perverted as hell •
Biography
Harry was born and raised in Chicago, going to school there and eventually attending high school. At the age of seven, he had a near death experience when he almost drowned while swimming, and he came out of it with hydrophobia. Anyhow, throughout elementary and middle school, Harry was bullied and became a social outcast until his sophomore year. It was then that he met most of the others in the group, and started to socialize more. As he hung out more with the group, his personality grew. He began to think he was better than most other people, even his friends, but still proved to be a good guy to hang around. Even if they don't want him around, the group is just stuck with him now...
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Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Nice girl... Nice hooters, too."
• Harry, being the pervert that he is, couldn't take his eyes off Quinn when he met her. She could most likely easily tell he was undressing her with his eyes, and she, presumably, didn't like that. Quinn probably doesn't really like Harry much, but Harry loves Quinn, for the same reason he couldn't keep his eyes off her. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Sean Anthony Bale
• "He's an alright guy, not much else."
• Harry read some of Sean's lyrics one day, and the two continued to bond over writing. Although he never understood songwriting, even though it's quite similar to poetry, he and Sean bonded over the passion and the effort it takes to write. Harry does think that Sean clings to Booker a lot, but dismisses it. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
• "The only thing that stands between me and Quinn... Damn him."
• While he is friends with Booker, Harry doesn't like him as much as the rest of the group, mainly due to the fact that he's Quinn's boyfriend. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Amelia 'Amy' Hess
• "Not as good as dear old Quinn... But I still like her."
• As with Quinn, Harry pervs over Amelia as well. Though he knows that neither will take him, he finds enjoyment in doing it. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "A fellow writer, I enjoy his company."
• Harry, mainly due to Ryan also enjoying writing, tried to be his friend when they met. They became good friends, even collaborating a few times to write things together. Beyond writing, Harry also enjoys talking with Ryan. (more TBA as the RP goes on) |
45,269 | 1,229 | 41 | 1,244 | 9,387 | Damn! she heard him. Booker realized he was in trouble from his full name being called. He couldn't run, damn sure couldn't hide. He was stuck, she found him. He simply stood behind the tree until Quinn came over while she continued to flash her light at him. "Gotcha!" Booker tensed up when she came up and hugged him from behind as his expression was that of someone who gave up, averting his eyes and then smiling. "Yeah....you got me...and...I love your kisses. You just made it sound like I never get them from you." he responded after turning and getting a kiss to the chin. Holding Quinn's hand, Booker was a little surprised "Wait the others have not been found yet?" he asked walking along with her back to camp. | Booker Alphonse Sharp
Name
Booker Alphonse Sharp. Book or Alph
Age
17
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Hetero
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
He has a scar on his knee from a bicycling accident. No tattoos. No piercings
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Sports
• Electronics
• Music
• partying
Dislikes
• Working
• Disrespectful people
• Rodents
• people smoking around him
Hobbies
• Working out/ going to the gym
• Break dancing
• DJ mixing
Habits
• Stay up very late at night
• Get upset when someone is teasing him besides his girlfriend
• Getting distracted easily
Fears
• Rats
• Dying
• going to jail
Personality
• Loyal • Overly protective • Supportive • Quick tempered •
Biography
Booker grew up, living with his uncle Virgil, a police officer, in Chicago. His parents were not a good influence in Booker's life being drug addicts and on the other side of the law. Being related to a police officer made things difficult and left him not allowed to get involved in anything that could get him in trouble, but...that never stopped him from sneaking out to have fun. Booker, throughout his youth got involved in many sports. Football, Basketball, wrestling, boxing, baseball, you name it, more than likely...he was involved but that was to "keep him out of trouble" as his uncle puts it. Virgil was the closest thing to a father he's had.
There have been times when Booker got into fights because of the rumor about his parents or how someone insulted his girlfriend or people being disrespectful in general. His Uncle and Girlfriend had to talk to him a couple times about his temper but it stems from his parents not being good parents.
Booker was average in school and with the help of his girlfriend, he's managed to survive the high school but he did have worries about college. Booker have always wanted to travel and this trip was just what he was looking for. With himself and his friends and girlfriend by his side, this should turn out memorable.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Where would I be without you, babe?"
• Booker met Quinn at her father's church, thanks to his uncle Virgil making him go to socialize. What he thought was a waste of time, turned out to be worth his time when he met Quinn. After getting to know her from talking a few times, Booker found out that she was not only beautiful on the outside but also on the inside. Throughout the years of courtship, Quinn have always managed to comfort Booker and vice versa. He only fears what will happen during college but he can't imagine being with anyone else and plans to have a future with her.
• Harrison John Roosevelt
• "I know we are friends and all but bruh...stay away from my girl"
• Booker and Harry....you can say they're friends but their relationship is a little wishy washy at times mostly because of personality clash, involving Harry's rude comments and his smoking which Booker frown upon. The primary problem between them is the regards to his girlfriend, Quinn. Booker is indifferent about Harry's pervy quality as long as it's not pointed to his girlfriend but, other than that, Harry is still part of the group and someone Booker would be there for if needed.
• Sean Anthony Bale
• "You're my bro for life!"
• Since the first time they met on the court, Booker have made quite a friendship with him. Booker have seen him before but didn't talk to him until he was getting cut from the team. After seeing his potential to get better and taking up for him, he help Sean get better as a player. Off the court, Booker found himself befriending him because of how different he was compared to the other assholes on his team. Easy to talk to and hang out with, Booker invited him into the group but Booker have always felt in the back of his mind that Sean was a little too close to him but nevertheless, Booker have always been there for him and considered him one of his best bros and someone he can trust.
• Amelia Hess
• "She's a sweetheart."
• Booker took a liking to her because of her motherly and helpful nature she displays. He likes her company even if she tags along when Booker and Quinn go out on dates. Booker usually tries to get her to liven up and not be so shy being around him. He could go as far as to say, she's like a sister he never had.
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "One of my bros I can't figure out at times"
• Ryan is officially a friend that Booker could not fully understand. Yes he's cool to hang with but he's either get him involved in something that could get them arrested, which Booker found a little funny but dangerous. Other times, he'd be too quiet and distant. He have had situations where his jokes did seem to border disrespect but then again, Ryan would come back the next time and redeem himself. He's a complicated one but Booker finds that it can be a good thing at times. |
45,270 | 1,229 | 42 | 53 | 1,622 | The wind grew in strength and the tress and bushes started tu rustle. Sean wondered how much time there was left. It felt like an eternity. He looked at the time, but realized it was pointless since he hadn't been smart enough to actually check the time when they started. And a half hour after unknown time equalled confused Sean. It was almost like he had done the same with the last four years of his life. He hadn't really thought about how quickly time could fly and then suddenly, here they all were, soon going off in different directions. A part of him almost wanted to chain them all to the campsite and never let go. Then the trip wouldn't have to end. They could pretend time didn't pass. He put back the phone in his pocket, suddenly not as enthusiastic as he was before.
Impatient, Sean separated two of the branches in front of him so he could actually see something. He noticed Amy standing just a few metres away. How could he have missed that!? Thankfully she was facing the other direction so Sean dropped the branches so they would once again cover him. But the branches let out another rustle, and this time, the wind wasn't strong enough to act like an excuse. Sean just hoped Amy didn't hear anything.
Amy shone her torch on the path, looking carefully for any footprints on the ground. She chuckled to herself, feeling like a true detective. While she was enjoying herself, part of her was terrified. And it wasn't so much about the dangers of playing this game in the dark, as one might expect. What if we stop talking after all of this? Will we ever get to hang out like this again? Amy knew that she couldn't do anything other than try and keep in contact with her friends, but she knew that sooner or later life would get in the way and thirty texts a day would dwindle to five, then to once a week, until there would be nothing left other than the occasional birthday wish.
For God's sake, Amelia, stop thinking so negatively! She chided herself, and she stopped walking. Looking around, she realised she had completely strayed off the path as she had been thinking. The girl got worried, and even more so when she heard a bit of rustling. God, I really hope that was the wind...
When it happened twice, the girl's eyes narrowed, facing the source of noise suspiciously. She shone the torch on the bush, "anybody there?" She asked.
Suddenly, Sean's hiding spot was lit up. "anybody there?" Amy's familiar voice was comforting in a way, especially after all the depressing thoughts that occupied his mind. There was the chance that Amy would ignore the sound and walk away, but it was more probable that she would check the bush and find him there. Her question was kind of ridiculous though. They were playing HIDE and seek after all. But Sean was freezing and would rather talk to Amy than stay hidden. So he rose from inside the bush and did a weird hand gesture. A wide grin covering his face.
"I'm not the Sean you're looking for."
Anybody there? She repeated the question in her mind, frowning at herself. I'm acting like one of those girls from horror films, hoping that the murderer will respond from the kitchen! Amelia took a step forward, a lot more confident than before, well, that was until Sean suddenly rose from the bush, surprising her.
She jolted back in surprise, "holy shi-" she pressed one palm to her heart, the other over her mouth, the torch dropped when she jumped back. "Sean! Don't do that! Somebody could've gotten hurt!" Amy chided him, trying to calm her racing heart while doing so. She bent over to pick up the torch, looking up at him before raising her eyebrow. "What exactly are you doing?" She asked, referencing his weird hand gesture and wild grin. "You look like a crazy axe murder like that."
Seeing Amy almost scared to death, Sean couldn't help but feel a little guilty. "I was trying to make a joke with a reference from Star...nevermind." Sean gave up. It wasn't important anyways. He climbed out of the bush and went over to where Amy stood. "Are you okay?" Sean asked, concerned. He looked around, not noticing that they were all alone until now. "Where are the others?"
Amy pulled out her phone, "after your chilling text," she emphasised on the word 'chilling', a goofy sort of grin plastered on her face, "Quinn and I split up. Quinn and Booker had apparently hid close together, and when I found Q, she never said anything until much later." She told him, unlocking her phone so she could text Quinn, I found Sean, before tucking her phone back into her jeans. "Now that I've found you, we should head back to camp to meet up with Quinn and Booker. Then the four of us can look for Ryan and Harry together." She pursed her lips, concerned, "I really hope they're okay, it feels like they've gone to hide years ago." She said, as she began leading the way back to camp.
"Sounds good" Sean grinned as he started walking beside Amy. "And no need to worry about Ryan and Harry, they are fine." Sean said reassuringly. He sounded certain, like he knew they were, when it was obvious he didn't. But worrying wasn't going to make anything better, so they might as well be optimistic about it. Sean started walking, slow so that Amy easily could follow his lead. "Hide and seek isn't really your thing, is it?"
Amy easily matched his pace, the two of them walking side by side as Amy used her torch to brighten up the path. "I hope so. We're going to find them next anyway." She said, assuringly. It seemed like she was trying to assure herself more than him. "You know I don't have the best sense of direction," she reminded him, her previous grin softening up into a small smile. "If I can't mind my way around an area, how am I supposed to find everyone and win?" Amy nudged him. "And you? What was with the text?"
Sean couldn't help but laugh when Amy talked about her sense of direction. He started thinking about memories from moments where Amy's bad sense of direction had been prominently shown. "You don't have to say that twice. Remember that time when you visited and picked the wrong apartment and my neighbour Fredrick opened? And that text was a literary masterpiece, mind you." Sean and Amy kept walking, the light from the torch being their only guide. "Honestly, I was bored and thought I could send you a text to keep myself busy. And maaaaybe I hoped it would throw you off...with your bad sense of direction and all." Sean teased. The darkness around them seemed almost to become even darker as the evening turned into night. Sean started to think about their conversation and the fact that he wasn't keeping track on where they were going. "Speaking of which, this is the way to the campsite, right?"
Amy covered her face with her free palm in embarrassment. "Oh god, I first thought that your neighbour was your relative or something." She said, her voice coming somewhat mumbled through her palm. "That text was creepy," she moved her palm away from her face, somewhat glad of the change in topic. At least this one wasn't embarrassing. "Well I don't think you were successful in fooling me or Quinn, so ha!" Amy let out a laugh, just to tease Sean.
Amy blinked twice, stopping in her tracks as she looked around. "Uh... Maybe?"
Sean stopped just moments after Amy did. He guided her torch-holding arm and looked around them to see if he recognized any of it. After a while he could make out a familiar collection of rocks further ahead on the path they were following. "Yeah, it seems like this is the way to the campsite." He continued on the path they were following. "So...what do you look forward to most during the trip? Anything special you want to do? I can't wait to go hiking. I've always wanted to do that, but never had the chance."
Trusting Sean's decision, Amy followed behind him without complaint. She had stumbled on Sean's location earlier, so backtracking was next to impossible for her - especially with her less than perfect sense of direction. She hummed as Sean asked her a question, thinking about her answer as he said his. "I've been looking forward to simply hanging out with you guys." She said, truthfully. "I know it's boring, but I don't know if I'll ever find friends like you guys in college, so I want to savour every moment we get." She smiled, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. "Sorry, got a bit corny there." Amy laughed nervously.
Sean chuckled. "If I say that I want the same, does that make me corny too?" Not far ahead, the campsite made itself visible. They were almost there. "It just feels like it has gone so fast, you know? Like one day we are all worried about who we should ask to prom and the next we are writing our college application essays." Sean skipped slightly as he continued moving down the path. Sean thought of all the things he hadn't done, and said, in high school when he had the chance. He had convinced himself that he still had time.
"I'm not complaining," Amy chuckled, "at least I'm not the only corny one around here." They stepped into the campsite, beside the dwindling flame they had set up earlier. "Maybe college will go by quickly too, maybe one day we'll be in this exact same scenario years from now with a completely different group." She turned off the torch, saving the remaining battery for the last stretch of the game. "I'm going to text Quinn and tell her to meet us here." Amy told her, pulling her phone back out.
At the camp, come meet us here so we can find Ryan and Harry! She sent the text. "Now it's time to play the waiting game." | Amelia Hess
Name
Amelia "Amy" Hess
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Her ears are pierced, but she rarely wears any earrings. However, she plans on getting a tattoo once she moves out for college.
Likes & Dislikes
• Baking for her friends
• Reading cheesy romance novels
• Watching movies with her brother
• Studying
• Bugs
• Reckless behaviour
• PDA
• Doing nothing
Hobbies
• Yoga
• Taking care of her brother
• Writing a diary
Habits
• Stutters in front of people (strangers and friends)
• Playing with her sleeve when nervous
• Humming lullabies to keep herself busy
Fears
• Arachnophobia (Fear of spiders)
• Losing her younger brother
• Death
Personality
• Motherly • Naive • Helpful • Quiet/Too shy •
Biography
Growing up in a relatively rich family, Amy never had to worry about losing the roof over her head. She had an overly comfortable childhood, with parents that cared well for her. Her sheltered childhood resulted in her never exploring new opportunities, including making new friends, so her social life was already at its low. At the age of nine, her mother died while giving birth to her younger brother, forcing Amy to try and ‘mature’ so that she could ease her father’s tensions. Trying to take responsibility, she began looking after her little brother, Nate, after school so her father wouldn’t have to pay extra for a nanny while he tried working overtime to ensure that his children lived in relative comfort.
Soon, it became natural for Amy to be overprotective and motherly to her little brother, often seen fretting and worrying about him even while she joined high school years later. During her freshman year of high school, her father remarried again, surprising Amy as she was never aware that her father was looking to get settled again. Feeling almost betrayed, Amy slowly began distancing herself from her father and stepmother, all while taking full care of Nate while worrying about the next chapter in life.
Amy was an average student, her time outside school eaten by the responsibility of taking care of a younger child so she never had the chance to do extra-curricular activities alongside her already difficult school work. Currently, Amy works at the local bar as a waitress, trying to earn enough money to fund college herself.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
"We're like two peas in a pod."
Amy got along with Quinn pretty much straight away. She looks up to the girl not only as a friend -maybe even a best friend - but as someone to be motivated by. Amy is very glad to find someone like Quinn to get along with, and she wishes to never lose her friendship.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"I don't quite approve of his habit..."
Amy, being the mother of the group, is quite alarmed by how he pursues Quinn even after her refusal against the matter. She almost pities him, but is always willing to lend him an ear if he needs it. Whenever she does catch Harry's wandering gaze, she doesn't hesitate to scold him like a child.
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
"He's truly a wonderful guy"
Being a big lover of all things romantic, Amy almost envies the relationship Quinn and Booker have. She thinks that they're a wonderful pair and finds Booker to be very inspirational, given his background.
• Sean Anthony Bale
"Sean's so much like my brother, I can't help but worry for him"
Amy finds Sean's and Nate's mannerisms to be quite similar, so much so that Amy acts the exact same way as she does to Nate, to Sean, which she understands that it could be quite annoying.
• Ryan Shaw
"I'd love to get to know him more"
Amy is quite curious about Ryan's 'mysterious' demeanour and background. Even after four years she's quite surprised she doesn't know a lot about him, and so she hopes to use this trip to try and get to know him more. |
45,271 | 1,229 | 43 | 1,570 | 4,066 | Wait the others have not been found yet? Booker said a little shocked, and Quinn replied, "Yeah, I was the first one! You're lucky I didn't rat you out when I had the chance." she laughed a little as they made their way back to the campsite. In her pocket her phone vibrated signaling the receiving of a text message. Hopefully it wasn't Sean trying to be creepy. Letting go of Booker's hand she reached into her pocket and read that it was from Amelia.
To: Quinn
From: Amy
At the camp, come meet us here so we can find Ryan and Harry!
"Oooh, she found Sean!" Quinn exclaimed, putting the phone back into her pocket without replying. They would be back to the campsite soon anyways. "You ever think Sean and Amy could get together? I always thought they'd be a cute couple." Quinn admitted to Booker, as they reached the edge of the forest to see the clearing. Sean and Amy waiting patiently at the other side. "Good job!" the girl called, giving a grin to Amelia for finding Sean. All we have left now is Ryan and Harry." she repeated the mission they were all now starting on. | Quinn Kathleen Bedford
Name
Quinn Kathleen Bedford. Quinn or Q is fine.
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Has ears pierced once, no prominent scars, and has no tattoos.
Likes & Dislikes
• Coffee
• Smell of bonfires
• Having small talk with friends
• Taking photos of things that matter to her
• Getting dirty
• Yelling and loud noises
• Using swear words for no reason
• People that truly believe in horoscopes
Hobbies
• Photography
• Cooking and baking
• Dancing (takes ballet class)
Habits
• Making lists
• Talks in her sleep
• Bites her nails when she's nervous
Fears
• Drowning
• Not succeeding at her goals
• Losing touch with her friends next year
Personality
• Cheerful • Perfectionist • Reliable • Worrisome •
Biography
Bryan and Katherine Bedford were born and in the bustling city of Chicago and they eventually raised their only child Quinn- there as well. Quinn's father is a lead pastor for an urban church and her mother is an elementary school teacher. With her parents in the profession they chose, the type of upbringing Quinn had brought many challenges. Some would say it was almost too controlled and strict. However, it did bring a lot of opportunities for the young girl, giving her a very mature out look on life and a good head on her shoulders.
Quinn excelled in school, and took up as many extracurricular activities that she could. She graduated in the top percentage of her class, and had a great group of friends, and even a boyfriend throughout her four years at the school. Her parents were at first very against the trip, but after promising she'd call every day while she was gone- they eventually gave permission for the trip, even letting them borrow the family's caravan to take the long drive up to the lodge.
Relationships Between Friends
Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"Are those my...my underwear in your bag?"
• Quite aware of Harry's thoughts about her, Quinn is a bit creeped out by it. She has expressed to him a few times before that she wants to be his friend and enjoys his company as a person but she doesn't like his perverted thoughts. She worries about Harry and doesn't want to hurt his feelings one day when something goes too far.
Sean Anthony Bale
"It's okay to be scared, I'm scared sometimes too."
• Though Sean is a newer member to the group, Quinn accepted him with open arms. They share a lot of extracurricular activities together, despite Sean dropping out of most of them. Hopefully they can find something to really bond over and become closer during this trip.
Booker Alphonse Sharp
"Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?"
• Meeting at her father's church originally, Quinn was a bit overwhelmed with emotion when she first met Booker. On one hand she really liked him and found him to be a great guy but on the other hand she was afraid to put so much of her heart into something that wasn't exactly promised to her. Over time she has become a bit more confident in her relationship and would even say she has fallen in love with Booker. She wants to have a future with him, and is happy to have him on her side during this trip with their friends.
Amelia Hess
"Birds of a feather flock together."
• With many similarities, it wasn't a big surprise that Amy and Quinn became friends right away. The two have one another's back and being the only two girls in the group have bonded them in more ways than one. The two hang out without the guys often, so they share many memories without the entire group being involved.
Ryan Shaw
"I don't know what is going on with you."
• From being too quiet to being too loud, Ryan is sort of the wild card of the group, giving Quinn a bit of an uneasy feeling about him sometimes. They have never had any problems with one another, but they have never been entirely close either. Maybe that can change during this trip. |
45,272 | 1,229 | 44 | 1,244 | 9,387 | Booker was still upset in being found first but the comment Quinn made, didn't make it better "Yeah but even if you said something I was going to be first regardless." looking a little upset. He set the game but he was one of the first to be caught. His competitiveness sometimes got the better of him.
Coming back to the campsite and watching Quinn answer, Booker smirked when finding out about Sean being found. "Well that's a relief." looking around, wondering about the other two. The thought of Amy and Sean being together...well...Booker never thought about it. It could be better than the original 3 person date....didn't sound bad at all. "Well if it works out with them like that, I would be happy for them but...honestly...I don't think Sean is interested in dating...never really seen him interacting with a girl in a way that he wanted to date one." he brought out.
As they met up with the others, Booker looked over at Sean "What's up bro!?" | Booker Alphonse Sharp
Name
Booker Alphonse Sharp. Book or Alph
Age
17
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Hetero
Relationship Status
Taken
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
He has a scar on his knee from a bicycling accident. No tattoos. No piercings
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Sports
• Electronics
• Music
• partying
Dislikes
• Working
• Disrespectful people
• Rodents
• people smoking around him
Hobbies
• Working out/ going to the gym
• Break dancing
• DJ mixing
Habits
• Stay up very late at night
• Get upset when someone is teasing him besides his girlfriend
• Getting distracted easily
Fears
• Rats
• Dying
• going to jail
Personality
• Loyal • Overly protective • Supportive • Quick tempered •
Biography
Booker grew up, living with his uncle Virgil, a police officer, in Chicago. His parents were not a good influence in Booker's life being drug addicts and on the other side of the law. Being related to a police officer made things difficult and left him not allowed to get involved in anything that could get him in trouble, but...that never stopped him from sneaking out to have fun. Booker, throughout his youth got involved in many sports. Football, Basketball, wrestling, boxing, baseball, you name it, more than likely...he was involved but that was to "keep him out of trouble" as his uncle puts it. Virgil was the closest thing to a father he's had.
There have been times when Booker got into fights because of the rumor about his parents or how someone insulted his girlfriend or people being disrespectful in general. His Uncle and Girlfriend had to talk to him a couple times about his temper but it stems from his parents not being good parents.
Booker was average in school and with the help of his girlfriend, he's managed to survive the high school but he did have worries about college. Booker have always wanted to travel and this trip was just what he was looking for. With himself and his friends and girlfriend by his side, this should turn out memorable.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Where would I be without you, babe?"
• Booker met Quinn at her father's church, thanks to his uncle Virgil making him go to socialize. What he thought was a waste of time, turned out to be worth his time when he met Quinn. After getting to know her from talking a few times, Booker found out that she was not only beautiful on the outside but also on the inside. Throughout the years of courtship, Quinn have always managed to comfort Booker and vice versa. He only fears what will happen during college but he can't imagine being with anyone else and plans to have a future with her.
• Harrison John Roosevelt
• "I know we are friends and all but bruh...stay away from my girl"
• Booker and Harry....you can say they're friends but their relationship is a little wishy washy at times mostly because of personality clash, involving Harry's rude comments and his smoking which Booker frown upon. The primary problem between them is the regards to his girlfriend, Quinn. Booker is indifferent about Harry's pervy quality as long as it's not pointed to his girlfriend but, other than that, Harry is still part of the group and someone Booker would be there for if needed.
• Sean Anthony Bale
• "You're my bro for life!"
• Since the first time they met on the court, Booker have made quite a friendship with him. Booker have seen him before but didn't talk to him until he was getting cut from the team. After seeing his potential to get better and taking up for him, he help Sean get better as a player. Off the court, Booker found himself befriending him because of how different he was compared to the other assholes on his team. Easy to talk to and hang out with, Booker invited him into the group but Booker have always felt in the back of his mind that Sean was a little too close to him but nevertheless, Booker have always been there for him and considered him one of his best bros and someone he can trust.
• Amelia Hess
• "She's a sweetheart."
• Booker took a liking to her because of her motherly and helpful nature she displays. He likes her company even if she tags along when Booker and Quinn go out on dates. Booker usually tries to get her to liven up and not be so shy being around him. He could go as far as to say, she's like a sister he never had.
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "One of my bros I can't figure out at times"
• Ryan is officially a friend that Booker could not fully understand. Yes he's cool to hang with but he's either get him involved in something that could get them arrested, which Booker found a little funny but dangerous. Other times, he'd be too quiet and distant. He have had situations where his jokes did seem to border disrespect but then again, Ryan would come back the next time and redeem himself. He's a complicated one but Booker finds that it can be a good thing at times. |
45,273 | 1,229 | 45 | 1,658 | 56 | Sean smiled as he saw Booker and Quinn enter the campsite from another direction. Booker always had this...confidence in his steps that Sean envied. He wished he could be like that. Even when losing, and Sean better than anyone knew how bad Booker's post-game temper could get sometimes, he still looked like a winner. And when Sean was next to him, he was a winner too. He turned to Booker. "You too, huh? Did we really just lose to Harry and Ryan?" | Sean Anthony Bale
Name
Sean Anthony Bale
Age
Eighteen.
Gender
Male.
Sexuality
Homosexual.
Relationship Status
Single.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Nothing notable.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Drizzle
• Songwriting
• Surprises (Both giving and receiving)
• Chocolate (preferably dark)
Dislikes
• Social Norms
• People that blames things on the alcohol
• Orange...both the fruit and the color
• Silence.
Hobbies
• Basketball
• Singing
• Tv-shows
Habits
• Laughs to break awkward silences.
• Hums on the last song he heard when bored
• Interrupting others.
Fears
• Being left behind
• Heights
• His future
Personality
• Outgoing • Insecure • Enthusiastic • Touchy •
Biography
Sean grew up with two loving parents who during his childhood gave him most things he pointed at. His family weren't rich or anything, but having a lawyer for a mom paid the bills and was enough to make sure their boy was happy. Sean got the toys he wanted and as he grew up and found an interest for singing they paid he got the singing lessons he wanted as well. But having a mother who was a lawyer also meant that he quickly learned to follow rules. She was strict, but most of the time Sean didn't mind. It taught him to appreciate everything he was handed in life.
In school he was mostly liked and quickly found friends. Or at least other people viewed him as such, he just didn't reciprocate their feelings. It felt more of an obligation to be the one others wanted to be around, like he was the pillar of the social hierarchy in school. He joined all the clubs someone with his status should join, and though he didn't dislike them, he didn't really feel passionate about them. Except his singing of course, and basketball which he quickly took a liking to.
After the coach almost kicked him off the team for his lacking skill in the sport, Booker, one of his teammates offered to help. The coach gave Sean one more chance to prove himself at the next game. And with the help of Booker, who became his first genuine friendship, he slowly improved and when the game approached their team won and the coach, though barely, let Sean stay on the team.
Booker introduced him to his group of friends and Sean quickly found his place among them. But not everyone in the group was welcoming , which he quickly noticed from the glares and small comments thrown at him. He couldn't really do much about it, since, he by that time, not only had found more friends in the group, but also fallen in love with Booker. He knew how fragile social structures could be, after all, he had been the center of a few himself, and didn't want to do anything to disturb that balance.
But now, years later when the group have decided to go on one, last roadtrip together, Sean knew that time is running out and soon their little group of friends will go their seperate ways. Maybe it is finally time to reveal his feelings before it is too late...?
Relationships Between Friends
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
• "You're the best. Never change."
• Booker is kind of Sean's anchor to most things, and he's the one who introduced him to the rest of the group. They met when Sean joined the basketball team and bonded when Booker helped him become good enough to stay on the team. He's one of the few people who have been there for him and despite seeing Sean's weaknesses, still wants to be around him. Booker was Sean's first friendship and eventually also became his first love, though Booker don't know this yet.
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Stop laughing...I can't breath."
• Quinn was quick to make Sean feel welcome in their little group of friends and they clicked almost instantly. They rarely have a dull moment when together. Sean know he can always talk to her and highly values her advice. Still he's keeping a huge secret, the one that he actually needs to talk about, but can't. He's in love with her boyfriend, and because of that he sometimes pulls away. He really would like to become closer with her though.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
• "I like your writing and you're cool...when you're not all weird and creepy and stuff."
• Sean had a hard time to understand Harry initially, and still does sometimes, but after Harry found some of his lyrics he wrote on his phone, they both bonded over writing. Maybe songwriting really wasn't his thing and Sean didn't really understand poetry and novels that well, but they still understood the passion for writing. Sean trusts Harry since they are friends, but he's worried that the lyrics he shows him maybe have clues of his feelings for Booker and he doesn't really know what Harry would do with that information if he figured out his secret.
• Amelia Hess
• "She is like a mixture of a great friend and a mom, but I guess I need it."
• Amelia was the one that Sean had a hard time to get to know in the group. She was quiet and well, he was not. But as time progressed and they became more comfortable in each other's company he noticed this caring, though a bit smothering at times, side of her. And let's face it, without her, who would stop him to do stupid shit?
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "You always gets us in trouble, but heck, it's worth it."
• Ryan has this ability to convince Sean to follow him into almost any kind of mischief he's up to. Sean likes Ryan's adventorous side and that he doesn't seem to be bothered by all the insecurities that he is suffering from. But then again, when Ryan aims one of his occasional insensitive comment towards him, Sean has a hard time to not get hurt by his words. |
45,274 | 1,229 | 46 | 53 | 1,622 | Amy laughed, waving at Quinn as the two lovebirds finally arrived back at camp. "You guys took your sweet time," Amy teased. Now that the four of them had met up at the campsite, safely, it was up to them to try and weed out the last to remaining members of the group. "Have you guys got any ideas on how to find Harry and Ryan?" She asked everyone.
It was getting later, and Amy was getting more concerned for Ryan and Harry. They weren't even sending taunting messages like Sean, so Amy couldn't tell if the two remaining boys were actually safe or not. Time was running out and the night was getting impossibly darker. Amy didn't like it one bit. | Amelia Hess
Name
Amelia "Amy" Hess
Age
Seventeen
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Her ears are pierced, but she rarely wears any earrings. However, she plans on getting a tattoo once she moves out for college.
Likes & Dislikes
• Baking for her friends
• Reading cheesy romance novels
• Watching movies with her brother
• Studying
• Bugs
• Reckless behaviour
• PDA
• Doing nothing
Hobbies
• Yoga
• Taking care of her brother
• Writing a diary
Habits
• Stutters in front of people (strangers and friends)
• Playing with her sleeve when nervous
• Humming lullabies to keep herself busy
Fears
• Arachnophobia (Fear of spiders)
• Losing her younger brother
• Death
Personality
• Motherly • Naive • Helpful • Quiet/Too shy •
Biography
Growing up in a relatively rich family, Amy never had to worry about losing the roof over her head. She had an overly comfortable childhood, with parents that cared well for her. Her sheltered childhood resulted in her never exploring new opportunities, including making new friends, so her social life was already at its low. At the age of nine, her mother died while giving birth to her younger brother, forcing Amy to try and ‘mature’ so that she could ease her father’s tensions. Trying to take responsibility, she began looking after her little brother, Nate, after school so her father wouldn’t have to pay extra for a nanny while he tried working overtime to ensure that his children lived in relative comfort.
Soon, it became natural for Amy to be overprotective and motherly to her little brother, often seen fretting and worrying about him even while she joined high school years later. During her freshman year of high school, her father remarried again, surprising Amy as she was never aware that her father was looking to get settled again. Feeling almost betrayed, Amy slowly began distancing herself from her father and stepmother, all while taking full care of Nate while worrying about the next chapter in life.
Amy was an average student, her time outside school eaten by the responsibility of taking care of a younger child so she never had the chance to do extra-curricular activities alongside her already difficult school work. Currently, Amy works at the local bar as a waitress, trying to earn enough money to fund college herself.
Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
"We're like two peas in a pod."
Amy got along with Quinn pretty much straight away. She looks up to the girl not only as a friend -maybe even a best friend - but as someone to be motivated by. Amy is very glad to find someone like Quinn to get along with, and she wishes to never lose her friendship.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
"I don't quite approve of his habit..."
Amy, being the mother of the group, is quite alarmed by how he pursues Quinn even after her refusal against the matter. She almost pities him, but is always willing to lend him an ear if he needs it. Whenever she does catch Harry's wandering gaze, she doesn't hesitate to scold him like a child.
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
"He's truly a wonderful guy"
Being a big lover of all things romantic, Amy almost envies the relationship Quinn and Booker have. She thinks that they're a wonderful pair and finds Booker to be very inspirational, given his background.
• Sean Anthony Bale
"Sean's so much like my brother, I can't help but worry for him"
Amy finds Sean's and Nate's mannerisms to be quite similar, so much so that Amy acts the exact same way as she does to Nate, to Sean, which she understands that it could be quite annoying.
• Ryan Shaw
"I'd love to get to know him more"
Amy is quite curious about Ryan's 'mysterious' demeanour and background. Even after four years she's quite surprised she doesn't know a lot about him, and so she hopes to use this trip to try and get to know him more. |
45,275 | 1,229 | 47 | 2,712 | 557 | What ideas to find me Ryan said, suddenly appearing out of nowhere. Sensing the looks of the group, he shrugged. "I got bored." Stretching, he looked around. "Still haven't found harry huh?" thinking for a moment, Ryan grinned. "We should probably check if he got eaten by a bear, probably tried to sleep with it or something." | Ryan Shaw
Name
Ryan Ander Shaw
Age
Eighteen.
Gender
Male
]Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Open
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
A small scar above his lip and another large scar that goes from his ankle to his knee. He says its from a "serious biking accident"
Likes & Dislikes
• Chinese Food
• Oranges
• Adventure
• Mint Chocolate
• Reading
• Silence*
• Shouting*
• Fish
• Jelly
• A Hot summer day
• Flies
* = Not at the same time of course
Hobbies
• Writing
• Soccer
• Baking
]Habits
• Dancing (When no one is looking)
• Talking to himself
• Falling asleep at random moments
• Walking into walls
• Has large mood swings
• Getting large and sudden nosebleeds
]Fears
• Wasps (DEMON BEES!)
• Hornets (LARGER DEMON BEES!)
• Getting Cancer (Runs in his family)
]Personality
• Mischievous • Loud • Adventurous • Blunt • Eccentric •Sarcastic
]Biography
Ryan, to the other friends of the group. Was always kinda there. He was never not there. With Ryan just talking and acting like they were already friends. Whenever he was asked questions about his life he would always wave his hand in his face and comment about being 'Mysterious'. While eager to share stories about his life, they never told too much about his life. The only facts that were sure was that he was raised by a single mother and that he had two siblings.
Ryan seems excited for this trip, while the others may worry about this being a end of their little group. He seems practically unfazed by this problem.
]Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford:
• "You don't need to worry about anyone"
• While friends, Ryan sense that Quinn is somewhat put-off by his attitude. He hopes to rectify this on the road trip.
• Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt:
• "Cool, but weird...Cool!....but really weird"
• The two became friends over their love of writing. Cooperating on some writing projects along with that. While Ryan thinks Harry is a general cool person. He is general weirded out by his 'Mannerisms', When it includes Ameila Ryan gets agitated. But holds back as he doesn't want anyone to know his feelings.
• Booker Alphonse Sharp:
• "Bro....Bro.....Bro"
• Happy that he has a girlfriend and as he puts it "The two lovebirds". He is somewhat mindful for his sensitivity around himself and Quinn. Ryan is concerned that he's going to joke about something and go too far.
• Sean Anthony Bale:
• "Look, I've got a plan..."
• Ryan is happy for him and shaun to go causing Mischief and go on adventures. He doesn't mind about whatever Shaun has to deal with it, and is glad to offer an adventure to remember.
• Amelia Hess
• "You make me nervous, in the good way"
• Since Ryan met Amelia, his feelings has only grown towards her. He's afraid to tell her anything as it could change their friendship. |
45,276 | 1,230 | 0 | 739 | 6,520 | Sirka’ith was aboard a large ship, an old dreadnaught sitting at some point in deep space. But, more specifically, she was at the same place she always tried to find when she had some downtime: the bar. She had been on the ship for about ten hours, though most of that time she had spent sleeping. According to the holonet search she had performed shortly after arrival, it was an old Providence-class dreadnaught that had been converted into what she assumed to be a sort of mobile base of operations for the person or group that had acquired it. Certainly, its interior felt more like a space station than anything, with all the people that seemed to be living in the place. It had living quarters, food vendors, entertainment, and alcohol: everything one would need for an extended stay. The room she had been given wasn’t especially fancy or anything, but it did impress her in that the bed and furniture were actually appropriately sized for a Ssi-ruu, unlike the booth she was currently halfway spilling out of.
The reason Sirka had come all the way out to this ship in the middle of nowhere was one of the roughly three things that could properly motivate her to do something stupid; in this case, credits. About a week ago, she had been approached at her apartment on Nar Shaddaa, in person, by a representative of the potential employer who owned this ship. Normally, taking a job from a stranger representing some unnamed employer, which required her to make a trip halfway across the galaxy, was not something Sirka would do, but in this case, the money was way, way too good to ignore. That, and they had paid all of her traveling expenses up front.
The meeting in which the details of this job would be explained was set to start in a few hours, so naturally, Sirka was treating herself to the strongest drink this little cantina had available. It was not too much for someone of her size and mass, but it was enough. It wasn’t as if she had much else to do, given that strangers tended to give a massive reptilian like her a wide berth. Even though she had left her heavy weaponry in her room, and she had done nothing so far but drink quietly, she could smell the slight hint of fear from the group of Humans in a nearby booth. Of course, she was long past caring about the thoughts of random strangers; at the moment, all that mattered to her was her drink. As time passed a crowd consisting of many different species was starting to form in the cantina, but the booths directly in front of and behind her were still vacant. | Name: Sirka'ith
Species: Ssi-ruu
Gender: Female
Appearance: (with brown scales, instead of red)
Age: 17 (this is an adult, as Ssi-ruu mature more quickly than humans)
Height: 2.15 meters
Skills/Abilities:
Close to medium range combat specialist
Strength equivalent to an adult wookiee
Thick, blaster resistant hide
Very keen sense of smell (able to detect changes in the emotional state of species with which she is familiar)
Triple eyelids resist sudden bursts of light
Surprising speed and grace for a creature of her size
Weaknesses:
Long-range combat
Eyesight poorer than that of a human
Very limited non-combat skills
Young age compared to adults of other species limits her practical experience
Stands out in a crowd, or any other situation
Little to no stealth capabilities
Equipment: Like most Ssi-ruu, Sirka wears only bandoliers across her chest to carry her belongings, along with whatever holsters she needs. Her primary weapon is a Mark II medium repeating blaster cannon. While normally a mounted weapon, the cannon can be carried by the heightened strength of a Ssi-ruu. She has modified it with a proper stock and grip, and powers it through a power cell which she wears as a backpack that, compared to her size, is reasonably compact. As a sidearm, she carries an E-11 blaster rifle, and a one-handed variant of a vibro-ax as a backup weapon. She also carries a small belt of fragmentation grenades.
Background: Sirka'ith had somewhat of a unique childhood among the Ssi-ruu. As xenophobic of a species as the Ssi-ruu are, they were forced to engage in some measure of diplomacy with the rest of the galaxy. Sirka's father was a black Ssi-ruu spy, ostensibly serving as a diplomat off-world, while her mother was a red Ssi-ruu bodyguard. This forbidden union made her a brown-scaled Ssi-ruu, and a member of the lowest caste of Ssi-ruuvi society. Normally, her egg would have been destroyed by her parents, but being outside their home system, her parents could not as easily get away with the murder, so they simply passed her off as the child of one of their brown-scaled Ssi-ruu servants.
In the first few years of her life, Sirka was in the position of being mostly ignored by the parents who had disowned her, and the servants who were meant to care for her. As such, no one bothered to stop her when she started to interact with the local populations of the worlds they were assigned to, something that would normally be forbidden for any Ssi-ruu hatchlings that, for whatever reason, found themselves outside Sii-ruuvi space. Her adoptive parents did teach her some of the Ssi-ruu, but she was more heavily influenced by the cultures of the worlds around her.
It was years before Sirka's father and his entourage returned to Lwhekk, and by that point, Sirka was too old, and had been outside Ssi-ruuvi space for too long to ever be able to accept what her life there would be like. The brown-scaled caste of Ssi-ruu were treated terribly. She did not care about the Imperium, nor about the religion they started to force on her. After a few beatings, she played along, but she resolved to escape as soon as possible. Luckily, the fact that she was raised outside Lwhekk also meant she was one of the few Ssi-ruu who could actually speak Basic, so it was not long before she was assigned to be a translator for a real diplomat. As soon as they reached a relatively large city, Sirka made her escape into the city's crowded underworld.
Despite only being a child at the time, Sirka found that there was one kind of work that such a large and intimidating being as herself could find quite readily. As a mercenary, she earned enough credits performing simple jobs to get offworld, and from there, she decided to continue honing her skills in combat. After all, it wasn't as if she had the skills to do anything else. |
45,277 | 1,230 | 1 | 1,625 | 873 | Ubatrazi - Trazi
No one would of thought that someone like Ubatrazi belonged on a ship like this. She looked innocent, non-threatening, and someone who would get hurt easily if no one protected her, as everyone else on the ship looked like they had some sort of past, some sort of history that made them bad ass's. But they would be wrong, as under her innocent demeanor was an assassin. She had a past like everyone else, only she didn't wear it on her sleeve like everyone else seemed to. She liked keeping her past in the past, though it didn't like to stay there at times.
Trazi was laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She had been on the ship for eight hours, and for two of those hours she had been sleeping. For the other six, she took the time to explore the ship. She wanted to know all possible escape routes, good places to hide, and what she could turn into a weapon if things went to hell. So far she had a pretty good layout of the ship, she knew where most of the dead ends were, where to hide and what was the shortest route to the escape pods were. She did this on nearly all the ships she was on. Most of the time though she had a digital layout of the ship she would study before coming on a ship this big. But the offer for this job came suddenly and the credits they offered were more than what she could make in year.
But she was having regrets now, as the offer for this job came only two hours after she landed on Naboo. How did they know she was going to be there? She was travelling under a false name and had made the decision to travel there on a whim. No one would of guessed she would be going there, unless they were tracking her. This was her biggest worry, as she was unsure if this employer was really just a cover for her old master Blokere. The thought that she might of just walked into his trap made her sick. She didn't want to go back to him or be within a hundred light years of him.
Getting up from the bed Trazi shook her head trying to clear it of the thoughts that were swirling inside. "I need a drink." She mumbled to herself as she left her room. She walked the halls on light nearly soundless feet, it was habit now to walk like that. She remembered when she use to walk "normally" and how Blokere would send electric shocks through her, via a device he had grafted to her back. She shook her head again trying to forget about it, she didn't need to remember such things.
It didn't take her long to find the bar, it was one of the first places she looked for when she was exploring. She made her way to the bar to order a drink, all the while making note of escape routes, how many people were in the bar, and what she could use as improvised weapons. Plus she took note on how to kill or injure those that were there. She wasn't always like this, she use to be a care free girl with a bright future. How things change. She was made into this, into a silent killer of the shadows.
Taking the drink she was served, she leaned on the bar and looked around the cantina. She could feel the eyes of a few human and non-human males on her. A small flirtatious smile came to her lips as she glanced in their direction. She knew that the way she positioned herself and the way she looked at them would be... enticing. But this too was habbit, as it was how she got her prey and how she made extra credits on the side. She looked away from the group, still smiling while lightly biting her lip. She wasn't laying it on thick, it was just enough to make them interested.
She took this time to take note of the large brown scaled Ssi-ruu. It was slightly surprising to see one, as they rarely went off their own planet. Trazi knew that it would be a hard one to bring down if things went south, but she knew of ways on how to. But she also knew that the Ssi-ruu would be the biggest target of blaster fire.
She suddenly wondered if the Ssi-ruu was part of the team that agent said the employer was forming, if it was this was no doubt going to be interesting. | Boop |
45,278 | 1,230 | 2 | 2,126 | 2,875 | “Listen, laserbrain, I can get you just about anything you want from just about anywhere you want it from. But I don’t deal in slaves. Find someone else to entertain your desire to traffic living sex toys,” Saiyanna Jhee dismissed her potential client nonchalantly, walking away as the noble was left scowling by himself in the Coruscant undercity. Sai didn’t particularly like Coruscant very much, but it was a great place to be to find a well-paying job. If she could only get around all the sex-hungry nobility that were looking for talented smugglers to help feed their little power fetishes, maybe a client would actually come up.
She continued to wander Coruscant’s lower levels, taking in the artificial lighting in all its glory. She much preferred Nar Shaddaa’s undercity to Coruscant’s; much like the lighting, the seediness of Coruscant felt artificial and manufactured, as if placed there by the Emperor himself just to appease the darker elements of society. At least on Nar Shaddaa there was the serious threat of being robbed or killed.
In any case, Sai continued her search for work. Or, more accurately, she continued her aimless wandering, hoping to reel in a client that would pay her well for good work. Most people that needed some smuggling done these days knew Sai, or at least of her, and would know how to find her. It only required one simple, word for word query:
“Is this where I can place an order for a mynock?”
Sai raised her eyebrows and couldn’t help but smirk. Her little code of choice never failed to amuse her. A quick glance around to note where any surveillance systems may have been placed, then Sai turned to face her potential client. A Quarren, dressed in a formal manner. Nobody Sai was familiar with, but he knew the code, so he seemed to want to employ her. Fortunately, Sai had a second line of defense, just to be sure this was a serious request for business.
“That depends. Your nock or mynock?” Sai kept a straight face, but inside, she was having a blast.
“Mynock. You lost yours on Onderon.” The Quarren looked a little annoyed, being forced to play Sai’s game, but he did what had to be done. On the inside, Sai was dying of laughter. Making fools of potential clients never failed to amuse her.
On the outside, however, Sai nodded without a hint of a smile. “So what can I do for you today?”
“Nothing for me. But I represent your true employer.” The Quarren offered a datapad, which Sai took cautiously. “Everything you need is in there, including coordinates, instructions, and the offer. Don’t look until you know it’s safe.” The Quarren glanced around shiftily; he was just as aware of Coruscant’s relentless surveillance system as Sai. Then again, who wasn’t these days? There were just too many stories of good smugglers and criminals being caught unawares by the Empire’s elaborate surveillance system on the planet. Everyone was careful, these days.
Sai simply nodded in response, stowing the datapad away. She wasn’t completely sure, but the mystery and intrigue behind the offer had already caught her attention. Besides, she had a good feeling about this job, and the Quarren sounded certain she would be taking the offer. The two parted ways, saying nothing else to each other.
Despite several more approaches that night, Sai rejected all of them, heading straight back to the landing pad where her ship waited for her.
--
“Hey, uh… I don’t know exactly who I’m asking here, but this is Sai Jhee of Drifter IV requesting permission to dock. I’m invited, apparently,” Sai spoke hesitantly into the comm channel provided to her on the datapad.
“Docking code?” A lone, rough voice asked on the other end.
Sai took a moment to consult her datapad. “Docking code DCI Three Thr- Hey!” Sai rolled Drifter IV to the right, narrowly avoiding a laser cannon round. “DCI Three Three Oh Four, you son of a bantha,” Sai barked into the comm.
“Gotta be quicker than that if you don’t wanna get shot at, girlie. Permission to dock granted, sending docking procedure to your nav computer now,” the voice returned, ignoring Sai’s insult.
“You aren’t the friendliest of people, are you?” Sai asked rhetorically. She wasn’t expecting a response, as her ship computer informed her that the comm connection had been cut. She pulled Drifter IV into one of the ship’s hangars, following instructions from her nav computer.
--
She had spent the last several hours in the hangar tinkering with Drifter IV, but Sai grew bored. She had been on this damn ship for almost a full standard day, and besides aimlessly wandering the ship, tinkering with Drifter IV, and sleeping, there had been no word from this “employer” of hers. Suspicions began to rise, and Sai needed a way to get her mind off of things and relax.
And what better way was there to relax than a couple hours at a cantina?
Sai wasn’t one for drinking or vices of any kind, as she liked to have as much of a level head as she could at all times, but she appreciated the atmosphere of the cantina nonetheless. Upon entering, Sai took a headcount of those present and made a mental note of everyone’s faces and positions in the room. It was Sai’s personal rule of thumb to know as much as she could about a situation. It made adapting to changing situations that much easier.
Of those present, however, only four people in the bar really stood out to Sai: the big-ass lizard looking thing falling out of its booth, the pretty little Twi’lek that was strutting around like she owned the bar, and the drunk Human and Rodian males that couldn’t take their eyes off of the Twi’lek. They looked as if they were going to make a move on her; Sai mentally willed them to go for it. She could use a show, and these two were most definitely about to make fools of themselves.
Sai took a seat at a moderately lit booth towards the center of the cantina. She never understood why those of the underworld preferred the dark booth in the corner; as much as you wanted to be discreet, you were just so out of place. If you really wanted to blend in, why would you pick the place in the bar that was the most out of the ordinary? Sai personally believed the best place to hide was in plain sight. | Name: Hidan Yakamura
Alias:
"The Hutt Scourge" or the lesser known "The Silent Assasin"
Race:
Human
Gender:
Male
Age:
25
Appearance:
Hidan face is left to the outside and is tattooed with the black and red spread winged falcon holding a slug thrower in its claws, the Yakamura coat of arms. Hidan wears old and worn clone trooper armour. Chipped and dirtied, it is still a very formidable piece of armour. It is painted with a dark green digital camouflage. Aside from that, he is suited up with a heavy, blaster resistant trench coat. It bears his insignias and the words "SCOURGE" in gothic writing at the back. Some may call it overkill, but for the overly paranoid Hidan, it's can never be enough.
Personality:
Hidan is a wilful man, strong hearted and kind hearted. He believes in freedom and life above all else. He is a down to earth man, believing in what he believes and sticking to it. When he is threatened or insulted however, Hidan is not one to hold back punches. Or bullets. He hates the corrupt and those who beat on the poor. He believes that all races are equal and doesn't like slavery. He is very proud and wise, throughout his 25 years, he has seen things. He is no doubt brave and respected by his fellow compatriots. But he has a terrible secret. He is a schizophrenic. With multiple personalities that like killing.
The Scourge is a sarcastic, crazy, fool headed man with a love of money and having women draped over him. He swears, he kills, he steals and he will do anything to win and be on top of his opponents. He is also a very happy man, cackling madly most of the time and seemingly eternal grin on his face. He is by definition, absolutely mental. And is Hidan's most infamous personality. The Hutt Scourge is a killer, a man of slaughter and lover of all base human desire
The Assassin is a cold, calculating and ruthless man. A lover for assassinations, silent kills, breaking necks and generally being a badass. He has a blank face and is completely emotionless. He does have a habit of making extremely dry jokes on the job and smoking. Everywhere. Any time. Even when he's sleeping.
Equipment:
Custom Silenced Ballistic Assault Rifle
Shotgun
Yakamura Sabre
Bio:
Hidan was born into the Yakamura clan, a very important and wealthy dynasty based on the planet of Coruscant. The Yakamura clan is famous for being sponsors of the Rebels, though the Empire doesn't know, since the start. They fed the Rebels power, and the Rebels gave them slaves, credits and wealth. Soon, the Yakamura clan became stagnant, breaking into multiple little dynasties fighting each other for more wealth to feed their greed.
Hidan was 16 when the Yakamura clan came apart. His family escaped to the Outer Rim, away from the politics and the greed of the Centre of the Galaxy. They escaped to their current residence. Soon, he escaped from the clutches of his overprotective parents and joined numerous gangs on the planet, eventually getting the attention of the local Hutt in the area. He became his right hand man. For months, he performed crimes for this Hutt. Kill after kill, rape and thievery. Hidan developed his multiple personalities to cope. He was then ordered to assassinate a group of poor farmers on the outskirts of the capital. He killed them without remorse. Afterwards, he looked at one of the corpses faces. It was his father. He looked around and he found his mother, sister, brother. All killed by his hands.
Hidan went berserk. Killing everything around him. The rest is history. He is now a changed man and a bounty hunter in the underworld. Not much is known about what happened between these two periods, but whatever happened, it changed Hidan. It changed him for good.
Quote:
Hidan - "All those who commit themselves to base desires deserve to die. Like Scourge"
Scourge - "FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"
Assasin - "..." |
45,279 | 1,230 | 3 | 1,585 | 1,028 | Kal sat in the pilot seat of his Kom'rk-class fighter that had been with him since his days in Death Watch. He had just arrived at in the hanger bay of the large dreadnaught and starred at the pad that had been given to him by the strange man who had employed him for the job. There weren't many high paying jobs right now that the Bounty Hunter Guild wasn't snatching up making it hard for an independent contractor like himself to find work and when he had been offered this job there was no way he would turn it down.
The Mandalorian got up from the pilot seat and headed into the troop bay as the ship started to power itself down next to the rest of the ships in the hanger. The troop bay of the ship had been modified in the past years from a standard area with two rows of chairs into a sort of storage area with weapon lockers against the wall next to other important equipment that kept him up and running when not at a port, there was even a hammock set up in the corner. Kal made sure to load up on all of his weapons and other pieces of equipment before strapping on his jetpack and hanging a broken Jedi lightsaber from his belt. Kal had spent endless amounts of time attempting to get the lightsaber working as it would be a valuable piece of his arsenal yet it refused to be fixed, it now served as more of a trophy and status symbol then anything else letting others in the underworld know that he was good enough to take down a Jedi.
Kal Ruk'tho placed his helmet on his head as he locked up his ship so that there would be no way any low lives would break into his ship while he was away. He made the decision to head toward the canteen on this converted warship as he had some time to kill before the meeting was supposed to take place and he would meet the others of his supposed team, even though he knew what ever the job was he would be able to handle it on his own.
When he entered the canteen, his eyes quickly scanned the patrons inside with his visor filtering the light so there were no dark corners. He saw at the bar was a Twi'lek seated next to a strange man who appeared to not be wearing a shirt with a few people seated around the place glancing over at the Twi'lek female every so often. Seated in the booths was another strange sight as there seemed to be a giant lizard spilling out of one booth with another occupied by a professional looking human like himself. He decided that he would take a booth toward the back corner of the room where he could keep an eye on everything that was going on and there was little chance of anyone sneaking up behind him. | Age: 34
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5’11
Personality: Known to be incredibly hotheaded and passionate about many things, Sai often lets her feelings get the better of her. She’s smart enough to keep herself compartmentalized, not letting her emotions affect her work too drastically, but more often than not Sai finds herself in trouble for acting before thinking. She’s calmed down considerably over the years, though her reputation tends to precede her - those that know her or know of her typically recall her more fiery youth than how she is now. That is to say, she is still a loose cannon, but a significantly more controlled loose cannon than her reputation would suggest.
Beyond that, Sai is a drifter. She never stays in one place for too long or works for one employer for long stretches at a time, going wherever the galaxy takes her. Sai is also known to avoid physical conflict when she can, usually talking her way out of hairy situations or finding some other nonviolent means to avoid conflict.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Sai is a top notch pilot - no matter the scenario, there aren’t many other people you’d want at the helm of a ship besides Sai. Years of practice and experience have allowed her to develop her skill as a pilot. She has plenty of experience with different classes of starship, though few pilots are more talented flying a YV-560 freighter than Sai.
Her strength at the helm of a ship is complemented by her skill in persuasion and coercion; Sai can convince someone to do anything she wants, and she can talk her way out of just about anything. She reads people like a book, and can adapt herself appropriately when she has to, making her an excellent con artist. Furthermore, she is skilled at stealth; staying invisible comes naturally to her, especially in crowded environments. Her skills as a pilot, a con artist, and a sneak have made her an excellent smuggler over the years.
However, her talent in social situations is counteracted by her hotheadedness; striking a nerve with Sai will often cause her to break whatever character she has adopted. This hotheadedness bleeds into her skill in combat, as well. She is by no means an expert, but Sai is skilled behind the scope of her DC-15x, and she is extremely lethal in hand-to-hand combat, but frustration and pressure often get to her if things don’t go her way. Consequently, her tactical awareness and combat effectiveness decrease rapidly if a fight goes to shit. Furthermore, her effectiveness at combat engagements closer than a sniper rifle’s scope allows or farther than she can reach with her dual vibrodaggers is extremely limited.
To top it off, her drifter nature tends to get the better of her. Sai loses interests in jobs quickly if they run on too long, and, despite her charisma and social tendencies, often keeps herself from growing too personally attached to anyone.
In summary:
Strengths:
Top notch pilot
Social situations
Stealth
Smuggling
Sniper rifle accuracy
Hand-to-hand combat
Weaknesses:
Combat situations
Tactical awareness
Keeping a level head
Commitment
Weapons and Equipment:
Sai came across both of her Clone War era weapons in an abandoned weapons cache on Jabiim, operating on information given to her by a former employer. She took as much of the cache as she could on her ship and distributed it through the black market.
Utilizing an improvised fighting style as she wields two daggers, Sai’s attacks are relentless and unpredictable.
Scientific Research Bay (#7) has been converted to a weapons control room - all three twin cannons are controlled from there via computer terminal. All sensors and the nav computer also have an interface in that room.
Specialized Cargo Hold (#16) has been converted into an armory, storing personal firearms. It's mostly empty, since Sai often flies alone, so there's plenty of space for the team's weaponry.
A lot of the quarters are probably messy or dusty, as Sai rarely uses them. Only her room, the crew quarters (#13) is organized, and has been converted into a single bed room.
A YV-560 comes stock with long-range scanning capabilities, a twin cannon, a Class 2 hyperdrive and Class 15 backup. Sai’s personal upgrades have increased the speed and maneuverability of Drifter IV by adding thrusters throughout the hull, as well as improved firepower by adding two additional twin cannons attached on the front arms of the ship. The scientific computer that comes stock with the YV-560 has been swapped for a high-end navigational computer, allowing Drifter IV to make jumps typically deemed impossible.
Don’t ask what happened to Drifters I-III. Those ships were a mess, and Sai would prefer not to talk about it.
History: Saiyanna’s life started on a ship, and she’ll be damned if it doesn’t end on one. Born to a pair of low-level smugglers, Sai didn’t fall far from the tree; she picked up much of her skill as a smuggler during her youth. Her father trained her in piloting, while her mother gave her training in combat and shooting a rifle. However, at the age of 16, Sai’s hotheadedness got the better of her; following a heated argument with her parents, she ran away from them as soon as she had the chance.
She found herself on Nar Shaddaa, and began to run with local gangs for survival. For several years, she participated in petty crime and gang wars. When she was 21, Sai decided she had had enough. She saved enough credits to buy her own ship and return to a smuggler’s life.
Since then, Sai has become a famed smuggler throughout the galaxy, despite her reputation for hotheadedness. She’s run into her parents several times over the years, but hasn’t spoken a single word to them. |
45,280 | 1,230 | 4 | 1,973 | 19 | Mongo was wandering around, and had found that he was aboard one of the largest ships he had ever seen, this Dreadnaught felt more like a planet than a ship, but, hey, if this is where the guy wanted to meet, this is where Mongo would meet him, customer service was important, or so he had learned. Mongo was especially curious about his employer. Most people preferred an amount of anonymity in these kinds of dealings, but this man had sent not just an encrypted message to Mongo but the message itself had been an entire scavenger hunt/puzzle game in and of themselves, all which showed a certain amount of knowledge about Mongo that equal parts worried and intrigued him, so he took the job, but he wasn't all that sure about this whole "team" idea, people in this business typically didn't play well with others. "Oh, well" he thought to himself, it would just add a new level of difficulty to the game, challenging him even more.
It was then that it occured to Mongo that he'd forgotten to visit the sanctuary, surely there must be one on a Ship of this size, so, pulling up a map, Mongo headed for the cantina. Upon arrival he headed straight for the bar and ordered his Kashyyykan Bitter Berry Beer, paid the bartender, and then looked at his surroundings, most noticeably He could see that there was a pretty Twi'lek girl getting hit on by several male folk, all the attention seemed to be on her though, and girls like that never went for guys like him, a large reptilian type who seemed to be using up the entire booth and then some, and then something that REALLY intrigued him, the bar of course had its lowlife's skulking in the back corner, and Mongo kept an eye on them, never could be too careful, however, placed just right of center in the bar, was a human female, drinking water and sitting in a place where she thought that she was hiding in plain sight, an interesting tactic. Mongo leaned against the bar and watched the scene with interest. | Race: Gungan
Sex: Male
Height: 6'2"ish
Weight: 165lbs
Profession: Smuggler/Occasional Thief
Likes:
Money
Drinking
Smuggling
Things that explode
Fixing things
Games
When a plan comes together
Dislikes:
Dud explosives
People who don't pay
Using Guns
Cheating
When a plan goes to the crapper
Skills and Abilities:
Explosives Extraordinaire - Mongo is very familiar with things that go Boom
Hand-to-Hand Combatant - Having a fear of guns in this line of work will do that to a guy, though he doesn't follow any sort of traditional style or form
Mechanic - Taking things apart and putting them together, it's really all the same when ya look at it.
Quiet When He Wants To Be - sometimes it pays to be silent, sometimes a loud drunk attracts less attention
Amphibious Species
Weaknesses:
- Refuses to use a gun or other Long range weaponry
- Has Zero Skill with such weapons, really any weapons
- Sometimes Drinks too much
Equipment:
Various Explosives
Toolbelt
Lucky Charms
Small Vile of Poison
Moneypouch
Bio:
The story of Mongo begins and will probably end with blaster fire. Mongo doesn't remember anything before a couple years ago, hell the only reason he goes by Mongo is because he likes the way it sounds. But that is the first thing he does remember, blaster fire, guns going off everywhere, in the middle of a ship's hull, as he was trying to either fix or sabotage the damned thing before he got shot. Getting out of there was the easy part, it was the whole new life part that was hard, nobody seemed to have any information on him, or at least none that they wanted to share. But Mongo learned quickly that he had a talent for blowing things up and putting them back together, also drinking, he seemed to be quite good at that as well. So, figuring not many people would hire him for the latter, he put himself to work as a smuggler, trying to get a grip on what he was, though he has yet to found out, he has figured out that he isn't half bad at the smuggling game, hell that's all it really is, a game, sometimes he puts things that shouldn't be there on the ship, and sees if he gets caught. if so they win, if not he wins, and he's always been good at games, or at least he thinks he has been.....
The Legend of Mongo is quite a different story however, and it's almost entirely based on rumors that he may or may not have spread about himself. Some say he comes from chaos itself to wreck havoc on those unfortunate enough to get in his way, some say that they could swear that even Sarlacc's cower in fear when you speak his name, some say he can walk through walls and swim through land, that the floor shakes when he leaps and that if you listen closely, you can hear the roar of the engine and a haunting laugh on the wind, but nobody will, because chances are if you wait that long, he's already gone, and he's probably taken your valuables with him, OR, gods forbid, he wants you to know he's there. |
45,281 | 1,230 | 5 | 2,117 | 9,071 | Tadia walked, helmet under her arm into the cantina. She didn't scan for exits, if it push came to shove she'd get out. She had the advantage in close quarters, even if someone drew a blaster her armour would absorb the first shot and then she'd get going. She moved over to the bar, placed her order and then sat on a stool. Not really caring what else was going on in the bar. She was waiting for her commlink to tell her where on this infernal rust bucket her job was. She had to travel half way across the galaxy just to get here, then it wasn't an instant rendezvous. That was just inconsiderate. A guy came up to her almost as soon as she sat down. "Hey do-""No.""But-""No."
She then felt her self spun around as he grabbed and pulled her shoulder. She was immediately confronted by a Besalisk, apparently four arms had a thing for people with two arms. "Do you have any idea who you're talking too?" She took a moment. "Someone who is about to have three hands?""Why you insolent little-" He raised one of his arms to strike her, as he did so she delivered a upper cut to his chest, using her entire body weight to push him as much as she could (he was a lot bigger than her), then swiping his legs from underneath him as she pushed forward he landed on the ground. Closing her hand and moving her finger over a specific spot the blades on one of her arms extended, holding the "Mans" arm to the ground she sliced into it, forcing the blades through the wrists. Standing up and letting go the Besalisk remained on the floor obviously in shock. "Be glad I don't have a sword or an axe with me or you would have lost the arm." With that she turned back around and sat at the bar.
There were a couple of whispers, the most prominent of which was "That's the Crimson Assassin..." | Tadia Omi-Ren
Age: 27
Race: Human(Alderaan Decent)
Skills: Tadia is known throughout the underworld as an assassin. Though her skills don't lie in long range combatants are instead close range. Well and truly capable of infiltration of facilities (Especially those outwith the Inner Core except for the highest security bases) she is also well versed in melee combat. Including Teras Kasi, which was designed as a counter for Lightsaber Combat. How she recieved this martial arts training is unknown. However within close range she is a forced to be reckoned with. However when it comes to blaster she's just about as good as your average Imperial Trooper.
Equipment: Her armour is body fitting duraplast, underneath which she wears armour weave and is painted blood red. It is serrated at joins in order to give her increased flexibility. She typically carries one blaster pistol (Westar-35) near her left knee, and has a variety of vibro-weapons to chose from. However typically she'll go in fist fighting, but she has two corotis weave "Claws" on each wrist capable off deploying to go five centemetres away from her knuckle. These start near her elbow, and protrude from her armour all the way to her hand meaning that if she ever does get into a fight with a lightsaber wielding foe she can use the "front" of her arm to block a lightsaber blow.
History: Not a lot about her history is known. Many suspect that before she appeared on the scene as an assassin that she was in training to become one of the Emperors inquisitors, despite the fact she has never shown any ability at controlling the Force. Since then however she has made a name for herself in getting in and out of places that few others can: Stealthily and taking out targets and getting away before anyone knows what happened.
Since then she has been blades for hire, however she hasn't worked on a team before so no-one really knows much about her.
That's about to change
Note: She isn;t Force Sensitive, that's just to create some mystery as your chars may believe she is. |
45,282 | 1,230 | 6 | 1,625 | 873 | Ubatrazi - Trazi
People were filing into the contina a bit more steadily now, most of which were human. It had to be quitting time or they had a hive mind that no one knew about. Now that she thought about it, there wasn't many "aliens" here or even among the crew of the ship. It was either the employer liked humans or no other species fit his criteria for this team that he was putting together. She assumed that the employer was a he, as not many women went through the trouble of getting this huge ship, crew, and now this team. Who ever it was though, they were loaded and weren't afraid of finding people that had questionable pasts. She sipped her drink as she watched the people coming in and leaving, those that weren't wearing crew uniforms numbered four including her. Two of those were human, the other was the giant in the booth, she assumed that since they were in their own clothes meant that they were hired for the team operation. Another thing that made these three stand out was that they scoped the place, she could see them looking about and taking note of the others. Smart, but now she knew they had a plan, she was going to have to be care with them.
Another human walked into the cantina, only he wasn't like the others. For one he had sky blue hair and two, which was the most obvious, he wasn't wearing a shirt. He strolled over to the bar and took a seat next to her, she didn't pay much attention as he ordered his drink.
“Hello there ma’am, sorry for bothering you but I was just curious. Are you here for the coin?” The shirtless man asked as he smiled at her. Oh a charmer! She thought as she looked at the man with an amused look on her face though she didn't smile. She lifted an eye brow before allowing a smile to play slightly at the corner of her lips. "Ma'am? Really? I have been called nearly everything in the galaxy, but never ma'am. Congratulations, you surprised me." She said playfully teasing the man. She had been called miss, babe, whore, harpy, mesh'la, and what ever else anyone could think of, but never ma'am. That word made it sound as if she was old, maybe in spirit, but physically she was twenty-ish. "But to answer your question," She paused to sip her drink. "Isn't everyone?" She said as she downed the rest of her drink and ordered another.
As she waited for the new drink, she noticed a Gungan had pulled up on the other side of her. She hadn't seen a Gungan in over two standard galactic years, and the last one she met hired her for her services. He didn't want anyone dead or anything stolen he wanted her other "talents", that was an interesting night and one that was hard to forget. Catching the Gungan looking at her, she winked and smiled innocently before looking back at the shirtless man. "So, is there a reason why you are shirtless or are you trying to impress the women with your physique?" She asked in a hushed but sweet voice while taking a sip of her new drink.
Just then a Rodian wearing a crew uniform walked up to her, she knew he was from the group that she had smiled at earlier. She was rather impressed that this one had the courage to come up, as they had been sitting there for a while looking at her. "Hello Mesh'la, would you like to have a drink with me and my friends?" He asked in galactic basic, he seemed a little nervous but also a little jealous that she was talking to the shirtless human. This made her want to laugh, but she kept that urge at bay as she reached out and touched the Rodians chest. "I think I'm going to stay here, but....." She paused as she looked up from his chest and into his large black eyes, allowing her eyes to smolder. "If you and I want to get together afterwards, I might be up for that." She said in a sultry voice which made the Rodian nod slowly before he gave her his room number and what deck it was on.
Trazi smirked once the the Rodian left and looked back at the shirtless man, "I'm only going if he pays me." She said lightly like it was no big deal, she didn't care if others knew she hired herself out for more than just assassins work. Plus she thought this would be a great way to make more money on top of what this employer was going to be paying her. "Oh, by the way I'm Ubatrazi, you can call me Trazi." She said while smiling sweetly, though she hoped that this man wasn't someone that knew her old master. She knew that Blokere had a rather large bounty on her.
There was a commotion on the other side of the bar, which made her turn to look. All she saw was a woman standing over a Besalisk, before turning around to face the bar. Trazi didn't know her but from the whispers she was hearing, it was another assassin, only this assassin was more aggressive than she was. | Boop |
45,283 | 1,230 | 7 | 1,585 | 1,028 | Kal noticed the increase of people entering the contina meaning the the quiet that he had been enjoying would soon be over with. Along with the stardard crew members that littered the ship there seemed to be an interesting few that entered with one being a Gungan and the other being a human female in full body armor like himself. He had seen a picture of the human before on a list of contractors and if he recalled her name was Tadia.
He watched in amusement as she was hit on by a Besalisk male who obviously had no idea what he was getting himself into when he grabbed her. Within a matter of seconds the man found himself on the ground pinned to the ground by the assassin. When she let go of the Besalisk and turned away from him was when Kal made his move as he got up from his booth and made his way over to the bar where Tadia was sitting. "You know if you really want to make a point that you are stronger, you should've just ended him right here and now. There is no place in this universe for the weak who can't hold their own." With that the Mandalorian pulled one of his pistols from its hoster and shot the Besalisk in the forehead as he struggled to get back on his feet. The body crumpled to the ground with a shocked look on his face as Kal grabbed the seat next to the female and removed his helmet.
"The name is Kal Ruk'tho. May I buy you a drink Crimson Assassin?" He introduced himself with a slight smile as he set his helmet down on bar top in front of him. | Age: 34
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5’11
Personality: Known to be incredibly hotheaded and passionate about many things, Sai often lets her feelings get the better of her. She’s smart enough to keep herself compartmentalized, not letting her emotions affect her work too drastically, but more often than not Sai finds herself in trouble for acting before thinking. She’s calmed down considerably over the years, though her reputation tends to precede her - those that know her or know of her typically recall her more fiery youth than how she is now. That is to say, she is still a loose cannon, but a significantly more controlled loose cannon than her reputation would suggest.
Beyond that, Sai is a drifter. She never stays in one place for too long or works for one employer for long stretches at a time, going wherever the galaxy takes her. Sai is also known to avoid physical conflict when she can, usually talking her way out of hairy situations or finding some other nonviolent means to avoid conflict.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Sai is a top notch pilot - no matter the scenario, there aren’t many other people you’d want at the helm of a ship besides Sai. Years of practice and experience have allowed her to develop her skill as a pilot. She has plenty of experience with different classes of starship, though few pilots are more talented flying a YV-560 freighter than Sai.
Her strength at the helm of a ship is complemented by her skill in persuasion and coercion; Sai can convince someone to do anything she wants, and she can talk her way out of just about anything. She reads people like a book, and can adapt herself appropriately when she has to, making her an excellent con artist. Furthermore, she is skilled at stealth; staying invisible comes naturally to her, especially in crowded environments. Her skills as a pilot, a con artist, and a sneak have made her an excellent smuggler over the years.
However, her talent in social situations is counteracted by her hotheadedness; striking a nerve with Sai will often cause her to break whatever character she has adopted. This hotheadedness bleeds into her skill in combat, as well. She is by no means an expert, but Sai is skilled behind the scope of her DC-15x, and she is extremely lethal in hand-to-hand combat, but frustration and pressure often get to her if things don’t go her way. Consequently, her tactical awareness and combat effectiveness decrease rapidly if a fight goes to shit. Furthermore, her effectiveness at combat engagements closer than a sniper rifle’s scope allows or farther than she can reach with her dual vibrodaggers is extremely limited.
To top it off, her drifter nature tends to get the better of her. Sai loses interests in jobs quickly if they run on too long, and, despite her charisma and social tendencies, often keeps herself from growing too personally attached to anyone.
In summary:
Strengths:
Top notch pilot
Social situations
Stealth
Smuggling
Sniper rifle accuracy
Hand-to-hand combat
Weaknesses:
Combat situations
Tactical awareness
Keeping a level head
Commitment
Weapons and Equipment:
Sai came across both of her Clone War era weapons in an abandoned weapons cache on Jabiim, operating on information given to her by a former employer. She took as much of the cache as she could on her ship and distributed it through the black market.
Utilizing an improvised fighting style as she wields two daggers, Sai’s attacks are relentless and unpredictable.
Scientific Research Bay (#7) has been converted to a weapons control room - all three twin cannons are controlled from there via computer terminal. All sensors and the nav computer also have an interface in that room.
Specialized Cargo Hold (#16) has been converted into an armory, storing personal firearms. It's mostly empty, since Sai often flies alone, so there's plenty of space for the team's weaponry.
A lot of the quarters are probably messy or dusty, as Sai rarely uses them. Only her room, the crew quarters (#13) is organized, and has been converted into a single bed room.
A YV-560 comes stock with long-range scanning capabilities, a twin cannon, a Class 2 hyperdrive and Class 15 backup. Sai’s personal upgrades have increased the speed and maneuverability of Drifter IV by adding thrusters throughout the hull, as well as improved firepower by adding two additional twin cannons attached on the front arms of the ship. The scientific computer that comes stock with the YV-560 has been swapped for a high-end navigational computer, allowing Drifter IV to make jumps typically deemed impossible.
Don’t ask what happened to Drifters I-III. Those ships were a mess, and Sai would prefer not to talk about it.
History: Saiyanna’s life started on a ship, and she’ll be damned if it doesn’t end on one. Born to a pair of low-level smugglers, Sai didn’t fall far from the tree; she picked up much of her skill as a smuggler during her youth. Her father trained her in piloting, while her mother gave her training in combat and shooting a rifle. However, at the age of 16, Sai’s hotheadedness got the better of her; following a heated argument with her parents, she ran away from them as soon as she had the chance.
She found herself on Nar Shaddaa, and began to run with local gangs for survival. For several years, she participated in petty crime and gang wars. When she was 21, Sai decided she had had enough. She saved enough credits to buy her own ship and return to a smuggler’s life.
Since then, Sai has become a famed smuggler throughout the galaxy, despite her reputation for hotheadedness. She’s run into her parents several times over the years, but hasn’t spoken a single word to them. |
45,284 | 1,230 | 8 | 739 | 6,520 | There were quite a few people making their way into the cantina by this point, and Sirka'ith was ignoring most of them. She usually didn't care what others were doing, as there were few stupid enough to actually make trouble with her. One advantage of her appearance was that all but the most arrogant, or most intoxicated, would pick her as a target. In all the time she had lived on Nar Shaddaa, she had never once been the target of a mugging, an impressive feat to anyone who had even passing knowledge of the Smuggler's Moon. As such, she felt no real need to be cautious in public places. Whereas some rightfully paranoid individuals might size up crowds or plot escape routes, Sirka never bothered. Her escape plan was always the same: walk straight out the front door, and crush anyone who tried to stop her.
The only time Sirka paid attention to the crowd was when it looked like something interesting was going to happen. and when the Besalisk started to bother the armored Human woman, it seemed like she would get to see just that. A good bar fight was always fun to watch, or get involved in, depending on what mood struck her. For now, though, she just turned her head towards the pair, sipped her drink, and watched the show. Unfortunately, it didn't last long, as the Besalisk was as uncoordinated as he was stupid, so the woman was able to end it in a matter of moments, followed shortly by some other guy shooting him while he was down.
Sirka grunted as she glanced down to the Besalisk on the ground. At first, she thought her entertainment was over, but then the man who shot him elected to sit down next to this "Crimson Assassin" and try the exact same thing as the Besalisk. At this point, Sirka could not help but to burst out laughing. "That's great. Men really never learn, do they?" Sirka commented loudly enough to be heard by pretty much everyone in the cantina. "Oh, and you better be intending to tip the bartender for the mess. There aren't many people I care about, but I respect the one giving me my drinks." | Name: Sirka'ith
Species: Ssi-ruu
Gender: Female
Appearance: (with brown scales, instead of red)
Age: 17 (this is an adult, as Ssi-ruu mature more quickly than humans)
Height: 2.15 meters
Skills/Abilities:
Close to medium range combat specialist
Strength equivalent to an adult wookiee
Thick, blaster resistant hide
Very keen sense of smell (able to detect changes in the emotional state of species with which she is familiar)
Triple eyelids resist sudden bursts of light
Surprising speed and grace for a creature of her size
Weaknesses:
Long-range combat
Eyesight poorer than that of a human
Very limited non-combat skills
Young age compared to adults of other species limits her practical experience
Stands out in a crowd, or any other situation
Little to no stealth capabilities
Equipment: Like most Ssi-ruu, Sirka wears only bandoliers across her chest to carry her belongings, along with whatever holsters she needs. Her primary weapon is a Mark II medium repeating blaster cannon. While normally a mounted weapon, the cannon can be carried by the heightened strength of a Ssi-ruu. She has modified it with a proper stock and grip, and powers it through a power cell which she wears as a backpack that, compared to her size, is reasonably compact. As a sidearm, she carries an E-11 blaster rifle, and a one-handed variant of a vibro-ax as a backup weapon. She also carries a small belt of fragmentation grenades.
Background: Sirka'ith had somewhat of a unique childhood among the Ssi-ruu. As xenophobic of a species as the Ssi-ruu are, they were forced to engage in some measure of diplomacy with the rest of the galaxy. Sirka's father was a black Ssi-ruu spy, ostensibly serving as a diplomat off-world, while her mother was a red Ssi-ruu bodyguard. This forbidden union made her a brown-scaled Ssi-ruu, and a member of the lowest caste of Ssi-ruuvi society. Normally, her egg would have been destroyed by her parents, but being outside their home system, her parents could not as easily get away with the murder, so they simply passed her off as the child of one of their brown-scaled Ssi-ruu servants.
In the first few years of her life, Sirka was in the position of being mostly ignored by the parents who had disowned her, and the servants who were meant to care for her. As such, no one bothered to stop her when she started to interact with the local populations of the worlds they were assigned to, something that would normally be forbidden for any Ssi-ruu hatchlings that, for whatever reason, found themselves outside Sii-ruuvi space. Her adoptive parents did teach her some of the Ssi-ruu, but she was more heavily influenced by the cultures of the worlds around her.
It was years before Sirka's father and his entourage returned to Lwhekk, and by that point, Sirka was too old, and had been outside Ssi-ruuvi space for too long to ever be able to accept what her life there would be like. The brown-scaled caste of Ssi-ruu were treated terribly. She did not care about the Imperium, nor about the religion they started to force on her. After a few beatings, she played along, but she resolved to escape as soon as possible. Luckily, the fact that she was raised outside Lwhekk also meant she was one of the few Ssi-ruu who could actually speak Basic, so it was not long before she was assigned to be a translator for a real diplomat. As soon as they reached a relatively large city, Sirka made her escape into the city's crowded underworld.
Despite only being a child at the time, Sirka found that there was one kind of work that such a large and intimidating being as herself could find quite readily. As a mercenary, she earned enough credits performing simple jobs to get offworld, and from there, she decided to continue honing her skills in combat. After all, it wasn't as if she had the skills to do anything else. |
45,285 | 1,230 | 9 | 2,126 | 2,875 | 'Oh hell' Hidan blushed a little in the inside as he looked at the state of his current attire. He blushed even more as Scourge roared with laughter in the background, dying of amusement in the corner of his mind. I nodded at Assassin and I watched as he walked up to the rolling, giggling body of Scourge and kicked him right in the gut.
"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am." Hidan heightened the volume of his voice, over the screams of Scourge as he is kicked in the gut several times. He held in a wince as he felt one of Assassin's kicks. He gave an honest smile and turned to his cup of water.
Hidan turned, only to watch as the still unnamed Twi'Lek to place her chest on a Rodian and flirt with him. Hidan hasn't ever experienced flirting full on ever. It was usually just Scourge who did that sort of thing. He raised his eyebrows as he turned to him and explained that she wasn't going to go with him unless he pays. She then went on to smile and introduce herself.
"Trazi? Hmm, a rare and exotic name." He gave his own smile. "Now, about that coin thi-"He was about to continue before he heard some commotion at the other end of the room. A puzzled look came on Hidan's face as he saw a woman in armour begin walking towards the bar. Another man walked through the door behind the woman- Mandalorian!?- and shot the poor Besalisk through the head. The both of them sat next to him on the bar.
This was against Hidan's morals. Killing the innocent. He turned towards Trazi, a grim look on his face. He gripped his sword until his knuckles went white. He looked at her in the eyes. He whispered in a low voice. "I have to tell you a secret. I am not the only one. I am schizophrenic. They are killers. Killers of men. If one of them feel that they will want bloodshed, they will do what I call a switch. There will be nothing I can do. If I even act in a different way, run from the room. They will slaughter everybody." He glanced at the corpse and back to her. "That is enough to rile one of them up. I'm already feeling-" Hidan cut off, his mouth letting out a silent scream.
Scourge stood up and grinned at Trazi. "Hello princess." He unsheathed his sword, ignoring Hidan's cries. He pointed it at her throat, bloodlust in his eyes, his grin wide. "Can I kill you?" | Name: Hidan Yakamura
Alias:
"The Hutt Scourge" or the lesser known "The Silent Assasin"
Race:
Human
Gender:
Male
Age:
25
Appearance:
Hidan face is left to the outside and is tattooed with the black and red spread winged falcon holding a slug thrower in its claws, the Yakamura coat of arms. Hidan wears old and worn clone trooper armour. Chipped and dirtied, it is still a very formidable piece of armour. It is painted with a dark green digital camouflage. Aside from that, he is suited up with a heavy, blaster resistant trench coat. It bears his insignias and the words "SCOURGE" in gothic writing at the back. Some may call it overkill, but for the overly paranoid Hidan, it's can never be enough.
Personality:
Hidan is a wilful man, strong hearted and kind hearted. He believes in freedom and life above all else. He is a down to earth man, believing in what he believes and sticking to it. When he is threatened or insulted however, Hidan is not one to hold back punches. Or bullets. He hates the corrupt and those who beat on the poor. He believes that all races are equal and doesn't like slavery. He is very proud and wise, throughout his 25 years, he has seen things. He is no doubt brave and respected by his fellow compatriots. But he has a terrible secret. He is a schizophrenic. With multiple personalities that like killing.
The Scourge is a sarcastic, crazy, fool headed man with a love of money and having women draped over him. He swears, he kills, he steals and he will do anything to win and be on top of his opponents. He is also a very happy man, cackling madly most of the time and seemingly eternal grin on his face. He is by definition, absolutely mental. And is Hidan's most infamous personality. The Hutt Scourge is a killer, a man of slaughter and lover of all base human desire
The Assassin is a cold, calculating and ruthless man. A lover for assassinations, silent kills, breaking necks and generally being a badass. He has a blank face and is completely emotionless. He does have a habit of making extremely dry jokes on the job and smoking. Everywhere. Any time. Even when he's sleeping.
Equipment:
Custom Silenced Ballistic Assault Rifle
Shotgun
Yakamura Sabre
Bio:
Hidan was born into the Yakamura clan, a very important and wealthy dynasty based on the planet of Coruscant. The Yakamura clan is famous for being sponsors of the Rebels, though the Empire doesn't know, since the start. They fed the Rebels power, and the Rebels gave them slaves, credits and wealth. Soon, the Yakamura clan became stagnant, breaking into multiple little dynasties fighting each other for more wealth to feed their greed.
Hidan was 16 when the Yakamura clan came apart. His family escaped to the Outer Rim, away from the politics and the greed of the Centre of the Galaxy. They escaped to their current residence. Soon, he escaped from the clutches of his overprotective parents and joined numerous gangs on the planet, eventually getting the attention of the local Hutt in the area. He became his right hand man. For months, he performed crimes for this Hutt. Kill after kill, rape and thievery. Hidan developed his multiple personalities to cope. He was then ordered to assassinate a group of poor farmers on the outskirts of the capital. He killed them without remorse. Afterwards, he looked at one of the corpses faces. It was his father. He looked around and he found his mother, sister, brother. All killed by his hands.
Hidan went berserk. Killing everything around him. The rest is history. He is now a changed man and a bounty hunter in the underworld. Not much is known about what happened between these two periods, but whatever happened, it changed Hidan. It changed him for good.
Quote:
Hidan - "All those who commit themselves to base desires deserve to die. Like Scourge"
Scourge - "FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"
Assasin - "..." |
45,286 | 1,230 | 10 | 1,973 | 19 | Mongo watched in awed silence as the Besalisk male was taken out by the Mandalorian. It was clean, it was efficient, and it was nonchalant, professional was the word that came to mind. After the shooting it was as if the entire bar had stopped what it was doing to turn and look at what was going on, not an uncommon occurrence as anything that was violent was generally more exciting than what people were doing. Then, an intense moment later, the two that were still standing sat down next to each other, and the rest of the bar went back to their business, and Mongo, having finished his drink, ordered two of whatever it was that the reptilian woman was having, and then grabbed the large glasses and headed over to sit down next to the intriguing creature.
Or he was, until some maniac pulled a sword on the cute little Twi'lek, getting up suddenly and almost knocking Mongo over, thankfully Gungans were made of more bendable stuff than that and he quickly recovered. Mongo debated saying something to the man, but he figured that anybody willing to point a sword at a person in a bar where not minutes before someone had been gunned down, probably didn't need the Gungan's help to look foolish, so he made his way over to where the Reptilian was sitting and, placing the two tankards down, raised his in a toasting motion, and looked over at the action.
"Thisa outta be good" Mongo casually spoke to his new tablemate. | Race: Gungan
Sex: Male
Height: 6'2"ish
Weight: 165lbs
Profession: Smuggler/Occasional Thief
Likes:
Money
Drinking
Smuggling
Things that explode
Fixing things
Games
When a plan comes together
Dislikes:
Dud explosives
People who don't pay
Using Guns
Cheating
When a plan goes to the crapper
Skills and Abilities:
Explosives Extraordinaire - Mongo is very familiar with things that go Boom
Hand-to-Hand Combatant - Having a fear of guns in this line of work will do that to a guy, though he doesn't follow any sort of traditional style or form
Mechanic - Taking things apart and putting them together, it's really all the same when ya look at it.
Quiet When He Wants To Be - sometimes it pays to be silent, sometimes a loud drunk attracts less attention
Amphibious Species
Weaknesses:
- Refuses to use a gun or other Long range weaponry
- Has Zero Skill with such weapons, really any weapons
- Sometimes Drinks too much
Equipment:
Various Explosives
Toolbelt
Lucky Charms
Small Vile of Poison
Moneypouch
Bio:
The story of Mongo begins and will probably end with blaster fire. Mongo doesn't remember anything before a couple years ago, hell the only reason he goes by Mongo is because he likes the way it sounds. But that is the first thing he does remember, blaster fire, guns going off everywhere, in the middle of a ship's hull, as he was trying to either fix or sabotage the damned thing before he got shot. Getting out of there was the easy part, it was the whole new life part that was hard, nobody seemed to have any information on him, or at least none that they wanted to share. But Mongo learned quickly that he had a talent for blowing things up and putting them back together, also drinking, he seemed to be quite good at that as well. So, figuring not many people would hire him for the latter, he put himself to work as a smuggler, trying to get a grip on what he was, though he has yet to found out, he has figured out that he isn't half bad at the smuggling game, hell that's all it really is, a game, sometimes he puts things that shouldn't be there on the ship, and sees if he gets caught. if so they win, if not he wins, and he's always been good at games, or at least he thinks he has been.....
The Legend of Mongo is quite a different story however, and it's almost entirely based on rumors that he may or may not have spread about himself. Some say he comes from chaos itself to wreck havoc on those unfortunate enough to get in his way, some say that they could swear that even Sarlacc's cower in fear when you speak his name, some say he can walk through walls and swim through land, that the floor shakes when he leaps and that if you listen closely, you can hear the roar of the engine and a haunting laugh on the wind, but nobody will, because chances are if you wait that long, he's already gone, and he's probably taken your valuables with him, OR, gods forbid, he wants you to know he's there. |
45,287 | 1,230 | 11 | 2,117 | 9,071 | You came for a show, you got yourself a show, Sai whispered to herself. Her headcount began to shift as some people entered, some left, and one was killed. It was like a game of pazaak, but Sai was counting faces instead of numbers. "Flip the +/-5 card and see how crazy this game really gets," she continued whispering. Sai couldn't help but grin at her little joke.
In any case, the headcount began to seem irrelevant. The only people left in the cantina were stupid, dead, or they stood out so much that they had to have been part of this team that datapad had mentioned. Sure, it was a jump in logic, but it was one Sai was willing to take. There was no other explanation for the amount of crazy left in the room.
Sai kicked her knees up and down slightly in her seat, ensuring that her pistols and knives were attached to her harness as they should be. All equipment accounted for, she took a silent, deep breath, settling her composure so she could get into character. Let the show begin, Sai thought, going over her typical pre-con ritual. She wasn’t planning on conning this fun bunch, per se, but she needed to develop a persona in order to speak to such a diverse group if she wanted to have any chance at some semblance of conversation. All she needed to do was keep a level head.
Ultimately, she decided it would be best to play it safe. And by Sai’s standards, playing it safe meant attempting to take control of the situation and perhaps cool it down. But she was no fool; she knew she’d have to craft her sentences carefully and deliver them perfectly in order to keep everyone happy. Or at the very least, keep them from killing her. Between the three established killers, the Gungan, the, uh, lizard, and the unknown factor that was the Twi’lek, Sai had quite the task on her hands.
Sai turned in her booth, remaining seated but facing outwards in the cantina. Showtime. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and folding her hands together. Her pistols, holstered each at the waist, and her vibrodaggers, sheathed on her back, stood out to anyone looking her way. With a friendly, but eerily confident smile, Sai began.
“Okay people, before we all end up dead, let’s just address the bantha in the room and admit that we’ve all been invited here for a particular reason. Except for, say…” Sai glanced around the room, careful to keep a friendly face until she found the people she was looking for. She pointed at the few crew members left in the cantina, scowling. “You over there. You just watched him kill someone! Get out of here!” Sai motioned towards the Mandalorian that had ruthlessly executed the Besalisk - Kal, if she heard correctly - and eagerly watched the crew members scuttle out of the cantina. “That’s more like it. Now, what say we try not to get ourselves killed - and I’m referring to you two,” Sai drew one of her vibrodaggers and used the tip to point at Kal and the shirtless one, “and how about we acknowledge the fact that we’re, almost beyond all reasonable doubt, supposed to be working together! So let’s let the death end with this poor sod,” she motioned to the Besalisk, “and at least pretend we like each other, hm?” Sai leaned back, sheathing her vibrodagger.
Turning back to the booth, Sai added as a final afterthought, “Besides, she, uh, has a point.” Yet again, Sai found herself motioning towards someone in the cantina; this time, it was the big lizard in the booth across the way. “If the Crimson Assassin just disabled someone trying to hit on her, shouldn’t you - and here’s a crazy idea - not hit on her? Just a thought, honey.” Sure, she was maybe pushing her luck with that last bit, but Sai was confident that her skill and mastery in social contexts would at the very least garner some support and keep her alive. | Tadia Omi-Ren
Age: 27
Race: Human(Alderaan Decent)
Skills: Tadia is known throughout the underworld as an assassin. Though her skills don't lie in long range combatants are instead close range. Well and truly capable of infiltration of facilities (Especially those outwith the Inner Core except for the highest security bases) she is also well versed in melee combat. Including Teras Kasi, which was designed as a counter for Lightsaber Combat. How she recieved this martial arts training is unknown. However within close range she is a forced to be reckoned with. However when it comes to blaster she's just about as good as your average Imperial Trooper.
Equipment: Her armour is body fitting duraplast, underneath which she wears armour weave and is painted blood red. It is serrated at joins in order to give her increased flexibility. She typically carries one blaster pistol (Westar-35) near her left knee, and has a variety of vibro-weapons to chose from. However typically she'll go in fist fighting, but she has two corotis weave "Claws" on each wrist capable off deploying to go five centemetres away from her knuckle. These start near her elbow, and protrude from her armour all the way to her hand meaning that if she ever does get into a fight with a lightsaber wielding foe she can use the "front" of her arm to block a lightsaber blow.
History: Not a lot about her history is known. Many suspect that before she appeared on the scene as an assassin that she was in training to become one of the Emperors inquisitors, despite the fact she has never shown any ability at controlling the Force. Since then however she has made a name for herself in getting in and out of places that few others can: Stealthily and taking out targets and getting away before anyone knows what happened.
Since then she has been blades for hire, however she hasn't worked on a team before so no-one really knows much about her.
That's about to change
Note: She isn;t Force Sensitive, that's just to create some mystery as your chars may believe she is. |
45,288 | 1,230 | 12 | 1,625 | 873 | Ubatrazi - Trazi
The poor Besalisk couldn't seem to get a break as the man with the helmet on came up and shot the guy between the eyes. She heard the Ssi-ruu call out that she hoped that the guy tipped the bartender and that was something she could agree with. Her attention was brought back to the shirtless man as he said that he pretty much liked her name, but then he seemed to be in distress as he looked at the dead Besalisk. Why, she wasn't sure as he wouldn't be here if he didn't have some sort of shady past. But the look in his eyes told her something was really wrong, that and he was white knuckling the handle of his saber as if it was going to run away from him.
"I have to tell you a secret. I am not the only one. I am schizophrenic. They are killers. Killers of men. If one of them feel that they will want bloodshed, they will do what I call a switch. There will be nothing I can do. If I even act in a different way, run from the room. They will slaughter everybody." He spoke in a hushed and rushed tone as if he didn't have time and he was trying to make up for it. Trazi listened and felt a little odd with someone telling her a secret right off the bat, normally people would wait until they got to know someone before spilling like this. But then if what he said was true then she could understand. And just liked he said his whole persona changed and he drew the saber to her throat, only this wasn't the man she was talking to earlier this man was a few starships short of a fleet. She could feel the cool metal at her throat, she didn't panic or try to move but what worried her was the memory that was surfacing.
She could see Blokere's red eyes were furious, she could feel the sharp metallic dagger he held to her throat. He wanted to hurt her, wanted to cause her pain but he didn't want to mark up his pretty play thing. He shoved her away then ran his hand over his face, "You were to beat him! All those hours training and you couldn't land one hit! Why do you disappoint me?!" He yelled as he held a look of pure murder on his face. He was the only thing that she feared the most, but at the same time she didn't want to disappoint him in anyway. She watched as he nodded at the other Zabrak, her eyes grew wide and she went to grab her masters arm, "NO, PLEASE!" She yelled but it was too late. Electricity ran through her body, she fell to her knees as silent scream was clear on her face. She couldn't feel the tears that were spilling from her eyes, all she could feel was her back arching and the pain. Then suddenly it was gone, she slumped crying feeling pathetic and weak. "You have five minutes to recover, then you are back out there." Blokere said coldly. She looked up at her master with tear filled eyes, "Do I get a hit before I go out?" She asked hating how hopeful she sounded. "You will only get the spice if you kill him." He said as he placed a dagger in her hands, looking rather pleased that he had a tight leash on her.
The memory happened in seconds and no one would of known that she had a flashback, which she was thankful for. She looked down the saber and into the blood lusted eyes of the shirtless man, she knew she was on her own as no one was going to help a Twi'lek. One Twi'lek was the same as the rest or at least thats what her old master use to tell her. She could hear someone trying to control the situation but that could hardly control blood lust, that much she knew. "Why?" She asked the man as she slowly ran her hand down the dull side of the saber until her hand touched his. "You can have much more fun with me alive than dead... You don't even have to pay." She said in a sultry voice and a small flirtatious smile came to her lips. One thing she learned while being a slave, was that you could usually trade one lust for the other, she just hoped it worked on him like it did with all the others. She knew most would of expect her to react violently, but that was a last resort if she could help it.
Just then her comm-link went off, she looked at the shirtless man still smiling. "How about we continue this later, maybe in my room? But lets head to the hanger bay in the meantime." She said as she lowered her hand from his and backed away slowly. She then followed the others in silence until they reached the hanger bay. She could see someone cloaked and with body guards, already her mind was working on how to get out of here if things didn't go as planned. Well truth be told her mind hadn't stopped working that way since she arrived here. | Boop |
45,289 | 1,230 | 13 | 739 | 6,520 | There was quite a bit happening all in the span of a few moments. Before the woman could even respond to the Mandalorian, the shirtless Human pulled out a sword, of all things, and threatened the Twi'lek that had been flirting with everyone she saw. Then, a Gungan male actually walked up to Sirka, an act which was not a common occurrence. She glanced back and forth between the Gungan, and the two drinks he had brought to the table. Observant, he seemed to be, as she did say that she respected the one serving her drinks.
"I'll allow it." Sirka commented as she took the drink, then returned her gaze to the shirtless man while speaking to the Gungan. "You know, I should really pay more attention; then I might know what's going on between those two. I would guess that she turned him down or something, but she's been flirting with every male she's come across since she got here. I can smell it on them when they walk away, and she's not lying with her offers. This guy, though, his scent is angry. Real angry."
As Sirka spoke, another woman took center stage, except she was actually trying to calm everyone down. Sirka supposed it would actually be best if the Cantina didn't turn into too much of a killing floor just yet, not until after she had secured her job. And, if this new woman was right, then more than a few of them might end up working together. Regardless, since the Human seemed to be handling it, Sirka turned back to the Gungan and continued with her drink. "I hope that guy's not going to be on my team; he seems a fool to me. Going about that all the wrong way. I don't know your kind as well as most, so I can't quite judge your scent. If you're here to try to get into a bed with me, well, you're going about it better than laserbrain-with-a-blade over there with the Twi'lek. I might like my fights, but I like my drinks even more."
Suddenly, Sirka heard a noise from her datapad. She pulled it from her bandolier and saw the coordinates to one of the hangers on the ship. It seemed like it was time to get this job started. "Well, looks like we're going to have to pick this up later." Sirka commented as she finished off her drink and stood up. "Oh, by the way, that drink you ordered is the strongest this cantina has in stock. Good luck with that." She added before heading on her way out of the cantina. On the way to the hanger, she stopped by her room to pick up the rest of her weapons and equipment. Based on how things were going so far, she felt she might need the firepower. Her primary weapon was a heavy repeating blaster cannon, which was originally meant for mounted use by Human-sized species, but she had converted it into a personal weapon for her own use. The blaster was attached by a small hose to its power cell, which she wore as a backpack. When not holding the blaster cannon in her hands, she could carry it on her back as well by clipping it to the power cell. All of her other weapons and supplies she carried in her bandoliers, or on belts, as her tough hide meant she had little need for armor, and Ssi-ruu in general did not wear clothing. When she finally arrived in the hanger bay, Sirka waited silently, much like most of the rest of this "team." | Name: Sirka'ith
Species: Ssi-ruu
Gender: Female
Appearance: (with brown scales, instead of red)
Age: 17 (this is an adult, as Ssi-ruu mature more quickly than humans)
Height: 2.15 meters
Skills/Abilities:
Close to medium range combat specialist
Strength equivalent to an adult wookiee
Thick, blaster resistant hide
Very keen sense of smell (able to detect changes in the emotional state of species with which she is familiar)
Triple eyelids resist sudden bursts of light
Surprising speed and grace for a creature of her size
Weaknesses:
Long-range combat
Eyesight poorer than that of a human
Very limited non-combat skills
Young age compared to adults of other species limits her practical experience
Stands out in a crowd, or any other situation
Little to no stealth capabilities
Equipment: Like most Ssi-ruu, Sirka wears only bandoliers across her chest to carry her belongings, along with whatever holsters she needs. Her primary weapon is a Mark II medium repeating blaster cannon. While normally a mounted weapon, the cannon can be carried by the heightened strength of a Ssi-ruu. She has modified it with a proper stock and grip, and powers it through a power cell which she wears as a backpack that, compared to her size, is reasonably compact. As a sidearm, she carries an E-11 blaster rifle, and a one-handed variant of a vibro-ax as a backup weapon. She also carries a small belt of fragmentation grenades.
Background: Sirka'ith had somewhat of a unique childhood among the Ssi-ruu. As xenophobic of a species as the Ssi-ruu are, they were forced to engage in some measure of diplomacy with the rest of the galaxy. Sirka's father was a black Ssi-ruu spy, ostensibly serving as a diplomat off-world, while her mother was a red Ssi-ruu bodyguard. This forbidden union made her a brown-scaled Ssi-ruu, and a member of the lowest caste of Ssi-ruuvi society. Normally, her egg would have been destroyed by her parents, but being outside their home system, her parents could not as easily get away with the murder, so they simply passed her off as the child of one of their brown-scaled Ssi-ruu servants.
In the first few years of her life, Sirka was in the position of being mostly ignored by the parents who had disowned her, and the servants who were meant to care for her. As such, no one bothered to stop her when she started to interact with the local populations of the worlds they were assigned to, something that would normally be forbidden for any Ssi-ruu hatchlings that, for whatever reason, found themselves outside Sii-ruuvi space. Her adoptive parents did teach her some of the Ssi-ruu, but she was more heavily influenced by the cultures of the worlds around her.
It was years before Sirka's father and his entourage returned to Lwhekk, and by that point, Sirka was too old, and had been outside Ssi-ruuvi space for too long to ever be able to accept what her life there would be like. The brown-scaled caste of Ssi-ruu were treated terribly. She did not care about the Imperium, nor about the religion they started to force on her. After a few beatings, she played along, but she resolved to escape as soon as possible. Luckily, the fact that she was raised outside Lwhekk also meant she was one of the few Ssi-ruu who could actually speak Basic, so it was not long before she was assigned to be a translator for a real diplomat. As soon as they reached a relatively large city, Sirka made her escape into the city's crowded underworld.
Despite only being a child at the time, Sirka found that there was one kind of work that such a large and intimidating being as herself could find quite readily. As a mercenary, she earned enough credits performing simple jobs to get offworld, and from there, she decided to continue honing her skills in combat. After all, it wasn't as if she had the skills to do anything else. |
45,290 | 1,230 | 14 | 2,117 | 9,071 | Sai held back a sigh of relief as all the datapads began to beep. The beeping had only hammered her point across, so not only was her leap in logic a correct one, it almost guaranteed that her speech would be taken well by those listening. Sai checked the datapad as she got up from the booth. She didn't feel like she needed to, though; by the time she had read the short message, three of them had already begun to make their way to the hangar bay. It had obviously occurred to her that she was docked in that hangar, but she wasn't sure if anyone else had been alerted to - or had already known - that fact. In any case, Sai figured that that meant she'd be flying this fun little bunch around the galaxy to whatever job they were about to be officially hired for.
Wait a second; Sai mentally referred back to that headcount she had been keeping before. On a stock YV-560, there was space to accommodate two crew members and five passengers. However, Drifter IV was no stock YV-560; the ship was heavily modified inside and out. Without going into detail, though, Sai had reduced Drifter IV's maximum capacity from seven to six, and that was before she had to accommodate the big one. She could do some last minute adjustments to the cargo bay to make it more of a home for the big lizard - You really need to catch her name, girl, Sai caught herself - but how well would that idea go over?
Fortunately, none of her inner ramblings mattered if her ship wasn't going to be the one to fly everyone around. Some of these people had to have their own ships, right?
Before she knew it, Sai found herself in a very familiar hangar bay, greeted by seven more people than she had initially expected. Only three had left before her; where did the other seven come from? Regardless, Sai waited around quietly with the rest of her "team members" in the hangar, unsure of what exactly she was supposed to be expecting. | Tadia Omi-Ren
Age: 27
Race: Human(Alderaan Decent)
Skills: Tadia is known throughout the underworld as an assassin. Though her skills don't lie in long range combatants are instead close range. Well and truly capable of infiltration of facilities (Especially those outwith the Inner Core except for the highest security bases) she is also well versed in melee combat. Including Teras Kasi, which was designed as a counter for Lightsaber Combat. How she recieved this martial arts training is unknown. However within close range she is a forced to be reckoned with. However when it comes to blaster she's just about as good as your average Imperial Trooper.
Equipment: Her armour is body fitting duraplast, underneath which she wears armour weave and is painted blood red. It is serrated at joins in order to give her increased flexibility. She typically carries one blaster pistol (Westar-35) near her left knee, and has a variety of vibro-weapons to chose from. However typically she'll go in fist fighting, but she has two corotis weave "Claws" on each wrist capable off deploying to go five centemetres away from her knuckle. These start near her elbow, and protrude from her armour all the way to her hand meaning that if she ever does get into a fight with a lightsaber wielding foe she can use the "front" of her arm to block a lightsaber blow.
History: Not a lot about her history is known. Many suspect that before she appeared on the scene as an assassin that she was in training to become one of the Emperors inquisitors, despite the fact she has never shown any ability at controlling the Force. Since then however she has made a name for herself in getting in and out of places that few others can: Stealthily and taking out targets and getting away before anyone knows what happened.
Since then she has been blades for hire, however she hasn't worked on a team before so no-one really knows much about her.
That's about to change
Note: She isn;t Force Sensitive, that's just to create some mystery as your chars may believe she is. |
45,291 | 1,230 | 15 | 1,585 | 1,028 | A lot was happening back to back and Kal took it wall in while remaining silent. First, Tadia rejected his offer to buy her a drink which was fine as he knew it was a shot in the dark to begin with. Than, the strange man at the bar without a shirt stood up with an actual sword in his hand pointed at the Twi'lek and threatening her for some reason. To top it all off. A human sitting towards the middle of the room stood up and told them all they were all part of a team and that they should try to not kill each other and to get along. Before he was able to respond to any of this his wrist communicator started to beat indicating that there was a message waiting for him and it seemed the rest of the people had gotten the same message.
Some of the others in the group left the Cantina before he got up from his spot at the bar and threw a large amount of credits down as he grabbed his helmet. "Sorry for the mess." He told the bartender with a grin on his face as he put the helmet on his head and pulled up the message on his heads-up display. Go figure that the stupid meeting was going to back in the hanger where he had landed in the first place and head just had to retrace his steps.
It seemed like this group of outlaws would be an interesting group to be with even if he knew he could finish this mission by himself no questions asked. The fun time was over and it was time now for the Mandalorian mercenary to become the professional he was advertised as. He arrived just in time to see a cloaked man surrounded by several bodyguards with some of his team members already in the room.
Kal stayed quiet for the duration of the meeting and knew the mission would be a risky one since they would be breaking into an Imperial prison which was no small task. The money was worth the mission though and he had a very good feeling that not everyone on the team would make it out of the prison alive. There would be nothing personal about the decision but it would be purely business between all the contractors. "Breaking into the prison would most likely be the hardest part. Do you have some codes that will help us get in?" He asked as he stepped forward and grabbed four of the strange devices that promised the power their gear. | Age: 34
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5’11
Personality: Known to be incredibly hotheaded and passionate about many things, Sai often lets her feelings get the better of her. She’s smart enough to keep herself compartmentalized, not letting her emotions affect her work too drastically, but more often than not Sai finds herself in trouble for acting before thinking. She’s calmed down considerably over the years, though her reputation tends to precede her - those that know her or know of her typically recall her more fiery youth than how she is now. That is to say, she is still a loose cannon, but a significantly more controlled loose cannon than her reputation would suggest.
Beyond that, Sai is a drifter. She never stays in one place for too long or works for one employer for long stretches at a time, going wherever the galaxy takes her. Sai is also known to avoid physical conflict when she can, usually talking her way out of hairy situations or finding some other nonviolent means to avoid conflict.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Sai is a top notch pilot - no matter the scenario, there aren’t many other people you’d want at the helm of a ship besides Sai. Years of practice and experience have allowed her to develop her skill as a pilot. She has plenty of experience with different classes of starship, though few pilots are more talented flying a YV-560 freighter than Sai.
Her strength at the helm of a ship is complemented by her skill in persuasion and coercion; Sai can convince someone to do anything she wants, and she can talk her way out of just about anything. She reads people like a book, and can adapt herself appropriately when she has to, making her an excellent con artist. Furthermore, she is skilled at stealth; staying invisible comes naturally to her, especially in crowded environments. Her skills as a pilot, a con artist, and a sneak have made her an excellent smuggler over the years.
However, her talent in social situations is counteracted by her hotheadedness; striking a nerve with Sai will often cause her to break whatever character she has adopted. This hotheadedness bleeds into her skill in combat, as well. She is by no means an expert, but Sai is skilled behind the scope of her DC-15x, and she is extremely lethal in hand-to-hand combat, but frustration and pressure often get to her if things don’t go her way. Consequently, her tactical awareness and combat effectiveness decrease rapidly if a fight goes to shit. Furthermore, her effectiveness at combat engagements closer than a sniper rifle’s scope allows or farther than she can reach with her dual vibrodaggers is extremely limited.
To top it off, her drifter nature tends to get the better of her. Sai loses interests in jobs quickly if they run on too long, and, despite her charisma and social tendencies, often keeps herself from growing too personally attached to anyone.
In summary:
Strengths:
Top notch pilot
Social situations
Stealth
Smuggling
Sniper rifle accuracy
Hand-to-hand combat
Weaknesses:
Combat situations
Tactical awareness
Keeping a level head
Commitment
Weapons and Equipment:
Sai came across both of her Clone War era weapons in an abandoned weapons cache on Jabiim, operating on information given to her by a former employer. She took as much of the cache as she could on her ship and distributed it through the black market.
Utilizing an improvised fighting style as she wields two daggers, Sai’s attacks are relentless and unpredictable.
Scientific Research Bay (#7) has been converted to a weapons control room - all three twin cannons are controlled from there via computer terminal. All sensors and the nav computer also have an interface in that room.
Specialized Cargo Hold (#16) has been converted into an armory, storing personal firearms. It's mostly empty, since Sai often flies alone, so there's plenty of space for the team's weaponry.
A lot of the quarters are probably messy or dusty, as Sai rarely uses them. Only her room, the crew quarters (#13) is organized, and has been converted into a single bed room.
A YV-560 comes stock with long-range scanning capabilities, a twin cannon, a Class 2 hyperdrive and Class 15 backup. Sai’s personal upgrades have increased the speed and maneuverability of Drifter IV by adding thrusters throughout the hull, as well as improved firepower by adding two additional twin cannons attached on the front arms of the ship. The scientific computer that comes stock with the YV-560 has been swapped for a high-end navigational computer, allowing Drifter IV to make jumps typically deemed impossible.
Don’t ask what happened to Drifters I-III. Those ships were a mess, and Sai would prefer not to talk about it.
History: Saiyanna’s life started on a ship, and she’ll be damned if it doesn’t end on one. Born to a pair of low-level smugglers, Sai didn’t fall far from the tree; she picked up much of her skill as a smuggler during her youth. Her father trained her in piloting, while her mother gave her training in combat and shooting a rifle. However, at the age of 16, Sai’s hotheadedness got the better of her; following a heated argument with her parents, she ran away from them as soon as she had the chance.
She found herself on Nar Shaddaa, and began to run with local gangs for survival. For several years, she participated in petty crime and gang wars. When she was 21, Sai decided she had had enough. She saved enough credits to buy her own ship and return to a smuggler’s life.
Since then, Sai has become a famed smuggler throughout the galaxy, despite her reputation for hotheadedness. She’s run into her parents several times over the years, but hasn’t spoken a single word to them. |
45,292 | 1,230 | 16 | 739 | 6,520 | Sirka nodded along as she listened to the hologram give the details of the job. The pay was definitely good; it wasn't something she could retire on, but enough jobs like it, and she would be set for life. A prison break wasn't something Sirka had done before, but if it involved getting into a fight, she would be right at home. The others could probably do all the other stuff they needed. Sirka knew her role, which was to be the muscle, and in this job in particular, that role would be even more important. This material their employer mentioned wasn't anything she had heard of, but for herself at least, she wasn't all that worried about its electronic-draining properties. Sure, she couldn't use her primary, but Sirka had no need of a blaster to be deadly. She would probably end up taking the job, but for the moment, there were just a few questions she had to get a better idea of what she would be getting into.
"Doesn't sound too hard. I can rip a stormtrooper's arms off without a second thought; I don't need a blaster. I do have a question or two, though. This, uh, thirty thousand you're going to be paying up front, and the hundred thousand after; that is each right? Also, do you know if the guards are going to have any guns that can get around the whole 'draining electronics' thing?" Sirka asked. | Name: Sirka'ith
Species: Ssi-ruu
Gender: Female
Appearance: (with brown scales, instead of red)
Age: 17 (this is an adult, as Ssi-ruu mature more quickly than humans)
Height: 2.15 meters
Skills/Abilities:
Close to medium range combat specialist
Strength equivalent to an adult wookiee
Thick, blaster resistant hide
Very keen sense of smell (able to detect changes in the emotional state of species with which she is familiar)
Triple eyelids resist sudden bursts of light
Surprising speed and grace for a creature of her size
Weaknesses:
Long-range combat
Eyesight poorer than that of a human
Very limited non-combat skills
Young age compared to adults of other species limits her practical experience
Stands out in a crowd, or any other situation
Little to no stealth capabilities
Equipment: Like most Ssi-ruu, Sirka wears only bandoliers across her chest to carry her belongings, along with whatever holsters she needs. Her primary weapon is a Mark II medium repeating blaster cannon. While normally a mounted weapon, the cannon can be carried by the heightened strength of a Ssi-ruu. She has modified it with a proper stock and grip, and powers it through a power cell which she wears as a backpack that, compared to her size, is reasonably compact. As a sidearm, she carries an E-11 blaster rifle, and a one-handed variant of a vibro-ax as a backup weapon. She also carries a small belt of fragmentation grenades.
Background: Sirka'ith had somewhat of a unique childhood among the Ssi-ruu. As xenophobic of a species as the Ssi-ruu are, they were forced to engage in some measure of diplomacy with the rest of the galaxy. Sirka's father was a black Ssi-ruu spy, ostensibly serving as a diplomat off-world, while her mother was a red Ssi-ruu bodyguard. This forbidden union made her a brown-scaled Ssi-ruu, and a member of the lowest caste of Ssi-ruuvi society. Normally, her egg would have been destroyed by her parents, but being outside their home system, her parents could not as easily get away with the murder, so they simply passed her off as the child of one of their brown-scaled Ssi-ruu servants.
In the first few years of her life, Sirka was in the position of being mostly ignored by the parents who had disowned her, and the servants who were meant to care for her. As such, no one bothered to stop her when she started to interact with the local populations of the worlds they were assigned to, something that would normally be forbidden for any Ssi-ruu hatchlings that, for whatever reason, found themselves outside Sii-ruuvi space. Her adoptive parents did teach her some of the Ssi-ruu, but she was more heavily influenced by the cultures of the worlds around her.
It was years before Sirka's father and his entourage returned to Lwhekk, and by that point, Sirka was too old, and had been outside Ssi-ruuvi space for too long to ever be able to accept what her life there would be like. The brown-scaled caste of Ssi-ruu were treated terribly. She did not care about the Imperium, nor about the religion they started to force on her. After a few beatings, she played along, but she resolved to escape as soon as possible. Luckily, the fact that she was raised outside Lwhekk also meant she was one of the few Ssi-ruu who could actually speak Basic, so it was not long before she was assigned to be a translator for a real diplomat. As soon as they reached a relatively large city, Sirka made her escape into the city's crowded underworld.
Despite only being a child at the time, Sirka found that there was one kind of work that such a large and intimidating being as herself could find quite readily. As a mercenary, she earned enough credits performing simple jobs to get offworld, and from there, she decided to continue honing her skills in combat. After all, it wasn't as if she had the skills to do anything else. |
45,293 | 1,230 | 17 | 1,973 | 19 | It all seemed to happen almost at once for Mongo, over his comm a voice came on as he was watching the action, his hand immediatly rushed to his ear and turned down the volume, the little voice had told him where to meet and his drinking companion was already gone, what was that she had said before leaving? Oh well, bottom's up. The little beeping sound in his ear reminded him that he needed to go. FINE, just one sip, and so he took it, feeling more than a little woozy, The Gungan got up and headed for the hanger.
Upon reaching it he found that he had to blink his eyes a great deal of times to maintain focus, but he was pretty sure he got the gist of it, good money for a prison break, not something outside of his skill set, still not something he specialized in, but it would be an interesting challenge.
"Doesn't sound too hard. I can rip a stormtrooper's arms off without a second thought; I don't need a blaster. I do have a question or two, though. This, uh, thirty thousand you're going to be paying up front, and the hundred thousand after; that is each right? Also, do you know if the guards are going to have any guns that can get around the whole 'draining electronics' thing?"
"Gooda question" Mongo was beginning to like this team, not so much their employer, a little bargaining was almost traditional when it came to jobs but still, an employer who knew when he was and wasn't getting screwed out of more money than was necessary was an employer to be watched. Of course the money was good. he waited a moment to see what would happen with Serka's question as he could feel the alcohol beginning to take its hold over him, good, he had done some of his best work hopped up on the stuff. | Race: Gungan
Sex: Male
Height: 6'2"ish
Weight: 165lbs
Profession: Smuggler/Occasional Thief
Likes:
Money
Drinking
Smuggling
Things that explode
Fixing things
Games
When a plan comes together
Dislikes:
Dud explosives
People who don't pay
Using Guns
Cheating
When a plan goes to the crapper
Skills and Abilities:
Explosives Extraordinaire - Mongo is very familiar with things that go Boom
Hand-to-Hand Combatant - Having a fear of guns in this line of work will do that to a guy, though he doesn't follow any sort of traditional style or form
Mechanic - Taking things apart and putting them together, it's really all the same when ya look at it.
Quiet When He Wants To Be - sometimes it pays to be silent, sometimes a loud drunk attracts less attention
Amphibious Species
Weaknesses:
- Refuses to use a gun or other Long range weaponry
- Has Zero Skill with such weapons, really any weapons
- Sometimes Drinks too much
Equipment:
Various Explosives
Toolbelt
Lucky Charms
Small Vile of Poison
Moneypouch
Bio:
The story of Mongo begins and will probably end with blaster fire. Mongo doesn't remember anything before a couple years ago, hell the only reason he goes by Mongo is because he likes the way it sounds. But that is the first thing he does remember, blaster fire, guns going off everywhere, in the middle of a ship's hull, as he was trying to either fix or sabotage the damned thing before he got shot. Getting out of there was the easy part, it was the whole new life part that was hard, nobody seemed to have any information on him, or at least none that they wanted to share. But Mongo learned quickly that he had a talent for blowing things up and putting them back together, also drinking, he seemed to be quite good at that as well. So, figuring not many people would hire him for the latter, he put himself to work as a smuggler, trying to get a grip on what he was, though he has yet to found out, he has figured out that he isn't half bad at the smuggling game, hell that's all it really is, a game, sometimes he puts things that shouldn't be there on the ship, and sees if he gets caught. if so they win, if not he wins, and he's always been good at games, or at least he thinks he has been.....
The Legend of Mongo is quite a different story however, and it's almost entirely based on rumors that he may or may not have spread about himself. Some say he comes from chaos itself to wreck havoc on those unfortunate enough to get in his way, some say that they could swear that even Sarlacc's cower in fear when you speak his name, some say he can walk through walls and swim through land, that the floor shakes when he leaps and that if you listen closely, you can hear the roar of the engine and a haunting laugh on the wind, but nobody will, because chances are if you wait that long, he's already gone, and he's probably taken your valuables with him, OR, gods forbid, he wants you to know he's there. |
45,294 | 1,230 | 18 | 1,625 | 873 | Sai folded her arms and pursed her lips, going over the plan in her head. She wasn't going to be too useful for the break-in itself, but from what she could gather, the entire mission rested upon a pilot's ability to fly into a relatively small and likely heavily defended area of space. And Sai knew from experience that "a pilot" was more often than not herself.
Stepping towards the hologram, Sai began to rattle off questions of her own. And for a job of this scale, Sai had a lot of questions. "How accurate is this schematic? Do we have flight patterns for these satellites? Nav data? Patrol routes? Crew counts? How aware are the sensors on these Star Destroyers?"
A deep breath. Slow down, girl. Sai continued on: "Where do transports arrive from? Is it possible to mask our signature as one of those transports? Do they have a secondary line of defense for if and when they realize they've been broken into? Range of radiation effectiveness for this material from the mines? Will they affect a docked ship from the mines?"
It might have been obvious to her so called teammates, but Sai wasn't exactly interested in her pay. She had what she needed from the galaxy; material wealth was not a goal for her. Instead, she was far more interested in the challenge this particular job posed. It had been a long time since a job had challenged her skill, and this one definitely caught her attention. She began to go over a list of modifications she would need to make to Drifter IV to get it into the atmosphere, including diverting power from weapons to engines, changing the ship's ID signature, and possibly a new paint job. Drifter IV had gone through several looks in its lifetime, so a new paint scheme would not be unfamiliar for the YV-560. Besides, the current one - an all black look for a night raid Sai had conducted - was growing old, and fast.
However, she was particularly concerned about this material from the mines. If it were to somehow make its way onto the ship, they would be as good as stranded and dead. Sai would have to be sure anyone that survived the excursion into the mines was completely clean.
The good news was that she would more than likely survive the job, should it prove successful. There were few pilots in the galaxy better than her, and none of them were here. (Sai knew all of them by name or reputation - including that blasted Corellian and his Wookie co-pilot, but blast it if the Corellian wasn't kriffing hot.) That said, the team would probably need Sai alive if they wanted to get off the prison world at all. That brought Sai some comfort, but also placed a tremendous amount of pressure on her. Mistakes on the approach or escape would most likely be her own doing. | Boop |
45,295 | 1,230 | 19 | 2,117 | 9,071 | The Employer kept his calm under fire, Tadia had to give him that. He listened to all the questions before replying. He then looked around and continued. "No, we don't have codes. But we have the best distraction you'll ever need and the location of the shield control centre for when it's time to leave. We aren't sure if the Imperials have these devices as they were bought off the black market. It is entirely possible that the Empire have them but like our designs they'll likely run dry with continued use so use them sparingly. In answer to your questions Sai the two star destroyers have a regular crew compliment of several thousand. On the planet, likely many more spread throughout its surface. The satellites themselves are just in geo-sync orbit and the Star Destroyers won't be your problem we'll keep it distracted. In terms of punching through the weak point in the shield, all shuttlecraft is automated to and from the planet. Mainly so that no stowaways can bribe themselves on board and they can just vape any with lifesigns in it. It controls the shield array in the weak spot-"
The weak spot in the hologram lit up again. "We have it's schedule so can jump in and jam it's commline so it will think it is still an all clear and open the shield. Then you go through. Piece of cake. In terms of how effective it is, the nearest deposits are fifty metres below the ground so as long as you don't fly over the open topped mines you'll be fine."
He turned to the Twi'lek, who suggested that they may be killing eachother. "You will need every person on this team to succeed. That is why I chose this team. However you all get paid individually, I will compensate you for the additional work if one of you does die however if it is by the hands of one of the other team members your services will not be required again and I have many interesting propositions for you all." | Tadia Omi-Ren
Age: 27
Race: Human(Alderaan Decent)
Skills: Tadia is known throughout the underworld as an assassin. Though her skills don't lie in long range combatants are instead close range. Well and truly capable of infiltration of facilities (Especially those outwith the Inner Core except for the highest security bases) she is also well versed in melee combat. Including Teras Kasi, which was designed as a counter for Lightsaber Combat. How she recieved this martial arts training is unknown. However within close range she is a forced to be reckoned with. However when it comes to blaster she's just about as good as your average Imperial Trooper.
Equipment: Her armour is body fitting duraplast, underneath which she wears armour weave and is painted blood red. It is serrated at joins in order to give her increased flexibility. She typically carries one blaster pistol (Westar-35) near her left knee, and has a variety of vibro-weapons to chose from. However typically she'll go in fist fighting, but she has two corotis weave "Claws" on each wrist capable off deploying to go five centemetres away from her knuckle. These start near her elbow, and protrude from her armour all the way to her hand meaning that if she ever does get into a fight with a lightsaber wielding foe she can use the "front" of her arm to block a lightsaber blow.
History: Not a lot about her history is known. Many suspect that before she appeared on the scene as an assassin that she was in training to become one of the Emperors inquisitors, despite the fact she has never shown any ability at controlling the Force. Since then however she has made a name for herself in getting in and out of places that few others can: Stealthily and taking out targets and getting away before anyone knows what happened.
Since then she has been blades for hire, however she hasn't worked on a team before so no-one really knows much about her.
That's about to change
Note: She isn;t Force Sensitive, that's just to create some mystery as your chars may believe she is. |
45,296 | 1,230 | 20 | 739 | 6,520 | It was refreshing to have a job where the pay was individual. Shared pay always ended up making things more complicated than they needed to be. Sirka certainly liked her credits, but she wasn't stupid. Going through a mission looking for ways to betray one's allies was a good way to get killed. As for the mission itself, it was different, but definitely interesting. Fighting in caves, in tight quarters, and without blasters, seemed like it would push things far in her favor. She wasn't really concerned with how they were getting the planet, as that wasn't her job. Her stills were in ground combat, or boarding if it was needed, but someone else could handle the piloting.
"So they probably won't have blasters either, at least not reliable ones? Good, that'll make my job real simple. They could be carrying slugthrowers or something; it's what I would do if I were them. Still, it would only make it a little harder. Anyway, you can count me in for this job. The pay's good, and I can do what you're asking from me." Sirka commented before glancing to a few of the others. Some of them didn't seem like they were going to be great in open combat, so she wasn't sure if all of them would be so willing to step foot on an Imperial prison colony, but she supposed they all had some sort of skills for this. | Name: Sirka'ith
Species: Ssi-ruu
Gender: Female
Appearance: (with brown scales, instead of red)
Age: 17 (this is an adult, as Ssi-ruu mature more quickly than humans)
Height: 2.15 meters
Skills/Abilities:
Close to medium range combat specialist
Strength equivalent to an adult wookiee
Thick, blaster resistant hide
Very keen sense of smell (able to detect changes in the emotional state of species with which she is familiar)
Triple eyelids resist sudden bursts of light
Surprising speed and grace for a creature of her size
Weaknesses:
Long-range combat
Eyesight poorer than that of a human
Very limited non-combat skills
Young age compared to adults of other species limits her practical experience
Stands out in a crowd, or any other situation
Little to no stealth capabilities
Equipment: Like most Ssi-ruu, Sirka wears only bandoliers across her chest to carry her belongings, along with whatever holsters she needs. Her primary weapon is a Mark II medium repeating blaster cannon. While normally a mounted weapon, the cannon can be carried by the heightened strength of a Ssi-ruu. She has modified it with a proper stock and grip, and powers it through a power cell which she wears as a backpack that, compared to her size, is reasonably compact. As a sidearm, she carries an E-11 blaster rifle, and a one-handed variant of a vibro-ax as a backup weapon. She also carries a small belt of fragmentation grenades.
Background: Sirka'ith had somewhat of a unique childhood among the Ssi-ruu. As xenophobic of a species as the Ssi-ruu are, they were forced to engage in some measure of diplomacy with the rest of the galaxy. Sirka's father was a black Ssi-ruu spy, ostensibly serving as a diplomat off-world, while her mother was a red Ssi-ruu bodyguard. This forbidden union made her a brown-scaled Ssi-ruu, and a member of the lowest caste of Ssi-ruuvi society. Normally, her egg would have been destroyed by her parents, but being outside their home system, her parents could not as easily get away with the murder, so they simply passed her off as the child of one of their brown-scaled Ssi-ruu servants.
In the first few years of her life, Sirka was in the position of being mostly ignored by the parents who had disowned her, and the servants who were meant to care for her. As such, no one bothered to stop her when she started to interact with the local populations of the worlds they were assigned to, something that would normally be forbidden for any Ssi-ruu hatchlings that, for whatever reason, found themselves outside Sii-ruuvi space. Her adoptive parents did teach her some of the Ssi-ruu, but she was more heavily influenced by the cultures of the worlds around her.
It was years before Sirka's father and his entourage returned to Lwhekk, and by that point, Sirka was too old, and had been outside Ssi-ruuvi space for too long to ever be able to accept what her life there would be like. The brown-scaled caste of Ssi-ruu were treated terribly. She did not care about the Imperium, nor about the religion they started to force on her. After a few beatings, she played along, but she resolved to escape as soon as possible. Luckily, the fact that she was raised outside Lwhekk also meant she was one of the few Ssi-ruu who could actually speak Basic, so it was not long before she was assigned to be a translator for a real diplomat. As soon as they reached a relatively large city, Sirka made her escape into the city's crowded underworld.
Despite only being a child at the time, Sirka found that there was one kind of work that such a large and intimidating being as herself could find quite readily. As a mercenary, she earned enough credits performing simple jobs to get offworld, and from there, she decided to continue honing her skills in combat. After all, it wasn't as if she had the skills to do anything else. |
45,297 | 1,230 | 21 | 2,126 | 2,875 | Assassin looked at the scene with a quizzical look. Before Scourge could kill anyone, the silent one of the three quickly switched with the annoyance before the maniac could do any damage to the team. He quickly went into his room and got all of his stuff, he was now comfortably in his weathered clone trooper armour, blaster resistant cloak and weapons. His sabre was attached to his hip, his assault rifle stuck on his back with magnets while his shotgun was held casually in his arms. Since the switch, Assassin hadn't said a word and it appeared that "Hidan" got a change in personality.
The Silent One pondered on the fact that he would be dropped on an Imperial Prison Colony. He himself has never been on one of them, nor did the others. They had always stuck around the Outer Rim, only making the odd job in the Middle Rim. The centre of the Galaxy gave him to many memories of the old days.
It was certainly a tough job, something that they weren't used to. Hidan chuckled in his head 'Remember the time you parachuted out of a plane, crashed into a window and jump kicked the target. The targets head went backwards. Ahh, that was horrifying to watch. But funny.' Assassin shook his head at Hidan's reminiscing of the old.
He came back to the conversation, looking at his reptilian team member. He weed for her to stop watching before stepping into the limelight. "Don't you dare **** this up Assassin." Assassin rolled his eyes while taking off his helmet, revealing his tattooed face. His face was absolutely blank, no emotions etched on face at all, no twitch and no movement.
Assassin took out a cigarette and lit it up, putting it in his mouth and taking a deep drag. He blew it away into the wall, making sure no smoke would reach the others. "I am in. The pay is good and I have no problem with killing some Imperials. But I have one question to ask the employer. Have you told them about my little "problem" yet?" He looked at the man with a piercing gaze. | Name: Hidan Yakamura
Alias:
"The Hutt Scourge" or the lesser known "The Silent Assasin"
Race:
Human
Gender:
Male
Age:
25
Appearance:
Hidan face is left to the outside and is tattooed with the black and red spread winged falcon holding a slug thrower in its claws, the Yakamura coat of arms. Hidan wears old and worn clone trooper armour. Chipped and dirtied, it is still a very formidable piece of armour. It is painted with a dark green digital camouflage. Aside from that, he is suited up with a heavy, blaster resistant trench coat. It bears his insignias and the words "SCOURGE" in gothic writing at the back. Some may call it overkill, but for the overly paranoid Hidan, it's can never be enough.
Personality:
Hidan is a wilful man, strong hearted and kind hearted. He believes in freedom and life above all else. He is a down to earth man, believing in what he believes and sticking to it. When he is threatened or insulted however, Hidan is not one to hold back punches. Or bullets. He hates the corrupt and those who beat on the poor. He believes that all races are equal and doesn't like slavery. He is very proud and wise, throughout his 25 years, he has seen things. He is no doubt brave and respected by his fellow compatriots. But he has a terrible secret. He is a schizophrenic. With multiple personalities that like killing.
The Scourge is a sarcastic, crazy, fool headed man with a love of money and having women draped over him. He swears, he kills, he steals and he will do anything to win and be on top of his opponents. He is also a very happy man, cackling madly most of the time and seemingly eternal grin on his face. He is by definition, absolutely mental. And is Hidan's most infamous personality. The Hutt Scourge is a killer, a man of slaughter and lover of all base human desire
The Assassin is a cold, calculating and ruthless man. A lover for assassinations, silent kills, breaking necks and generally being a badass. He has a blank face and is completely emotionless. He does have a habit of making extremely dry jokes on the job and smoking. Everywhere. Any time. Even when he's sleeping.
Equipment:
Custom Silenced Ballistic Assault Rifle
Shotgun
Yakamura Sabre
Bio:
Hidan was born into the Yakamura clan, a very important and wealthy dynasty based on the planet of Coruscant. The Yakamura clan is famous for being sponsors of the Rebels, though the Empire doesn't know, since the start. They fed the Rebels power, and the Rebels gave them slaves, credits and wealth. Soon, the Yakamura clan became stagnant, breaking into multiple little dynasties fighting each other for more wealth to feed their greed.
Hidan was 16 when the Yakamura clan came apart. His family escaped to the Outer Rim, away from the politics and the greed of the Centre of the Galaxy. They escaped to their current residence. Soon, he escaped from the clutches of his overprotective parents and joined numerous gangs on the planet, eventually getting the attention of the local Hutt in the area. He became his right hand man. For months, he performed crimes for this Hutt. Kill after kill, rape and thievery. Hidan developed his multiple personalities to cope. He was then ordered to assassinate a group of poor farmers on the outskirts of the capital. He killed them without remorse. Afterwards, he looked at one of the corpses faces. It was his father. He looked around and he found his mother, sister, brother. All killed by his hands.
Hidan went berserk. Killing everything around him. The rest is history. He is now a changed man and a bounty hunter in the underworld. Not much is known about what happened between these two periods, but whatever happened, it changed Hidan. It changed him for good.
Quote:
Hidan - "All those who commit themselves to base desires deserve to die. Like Scourge"
Scourge - "FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"
Assasin - "..." |
45,298 | 1,230 | 22 | 434 | 972 | Raresk quickly walked through the corridors of the Providence class dreadnaught and mentally cursed himself out for arriving late for the meeting. Still, it wasn't often one was asked to hunt down and capture a new sub-species of Gundark. Raresk had researched what little was known of this new sub-species and had been impressed by how large and bulky they were and how quickly they were able to move when they hunted. Not to mention that the things had claws that could most likely cut through durasteel given enough time.
But Raresk prided himself on the hunt and he had succeeded in capturing both a male and female and had delivered the to the client and had been paid for his efforts. Credits were a necessity that helped maintain his equipment and helped him travel to new hunting grounds, but what he hoped was that the Scorekeeper had awarded him his points and that he had gained greater prestige in her eyes.
Scorekeeper watch over me.
He had been offered an opportunity shortly before arriving on the Dreadnaught, in fact it was the reason he was here. A chance to earn credits and hopefully a chance to hunt new and even more dangerous beasts. He did have to stifle a soft hissing laugh as he thought of how nervous the shuttle pilot had been transporting him here and how relieved he had been once the hulking Trandoshan had left the shuttle without causing any trouble.
He picked up the pace and a few minutes later he arrived at the designated coordinates and listened in as best he could as he tried to get a feel for the others in the room. He nodded politely as he heard the amount of credits that would be given after the completion of the mission and he smiled slightly. It would keep his equipment in top shape for years to come depending on what creatures he fought.
A new unknown planet...new, unknown hunting ground.
Raresk cleared his throat and attempted to get someone's attention. "This one has a question: What sort of creatures will this one and the others be fighting on Belona while attempting the rescue? Anything worth mentioning?" He asked in his hissing language as the droid module around his neck translated what he said into basic. | Name: Raresk
Species: Trandoshan
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Height: 7 feet'3 inches inches
Skills/Strengths
Excellent Melee combatant especally when armed with his Vibro-axe
Stronger then the average human and humanoid species. A wookiee can give prove a challenge for him though.
Above average eyesight
Weaknesses
Changes in climate can affect his response time due to his reptilian nature.
Slightly below average shot with a blaster due to mostly focusing on Melee combat
Slightly slower then the average human due to customized armor that is quite heavy
Equipment:
Large Vibro-axe that has been sharpened to the point where even a glancing hit can cause severe harm.
Small bag attached to his side that contains three thermal detonators and three flash grenades.
Small Mandalorian blaster that is hooked to the side of his belt. Not used as often as it should be.
Krayt Dragon pearl that is carried around as a matter of pride.
Droid translation module that is attached to his collar that allows most of his words to be translated and understood to those who don't understand the Trandoshan language.
Heavily customized armored chest plate that can deflect light blaster fire.
Customized leg armor that while not as durable as the chest plate can can still reduce the amount of blaster fire.
Bio: Raresk is a bit of an oddity among Trandoshans being that he has no interest in hunting sentient beings unless they have done wrong and even in those cases he always takes his prey alive. Technically he is a bounty hunter who prefers capture to death, he simply enjoys the thrill of the hunt, not the kill itself. He believes that the Scorekeeper ((Trandoshan religious figure))will award Jagannath points to those who pursue justice and defeat powerful opponents and as such he has traveled the galaxy in search of powerful beasts and opponents to fight. His travels have taken him from Wild Space to the ancient sith world of Korriban to the sandy dunes of Tatooine in search of beasts to hunt and has built up quite a reputation. He has managed to defeat Tuk'ata, K'lor slugs and on one hunt, a Hssiss that left a scar on his right leg and was even part of an expedition on Tatooine that took down a bull Krayt Dragon. He still carries the Dragon pearl that he took from the Dragon's stomach as a reminder of how much pride he felt in taking down the Krayt Dragon.
Simply put, he loves the hunt.
Personality: He prefers to make allies rather then enemies and as a result he prefers to be respectful towards people he meets so that he doesn't alienate them and make an enemy rather then a potential ally. If someone constantly bothers him though he does get a bit...snappish towards them. Overall, he's a nice lizard-man who will be respectful and nice to you if you are to him. |
45,299 | 1,230 | 23 | 2,117 | 9,071 | Creatures? Stormtroopers typically. Though with the lack of tech I wouldn't put it past them using beasts. There was a beep coming from one of the Houk. Tadias stance changed, was this a bomb? A ploy? Though then the droid looked at him then back. "Well something else requires my attention." He looked around, then pointed at the Sai ((. "The pilots in charge, it is her ship. She can delegate anyone else to be in charge on the ground but until then she's in charge." The Houk and Weequay started filing out of the hanger, the droid remained. "The ships preparing to jump to hyperspace. We're only a half hours jump away, an alarm will sound just before we drop out of hyperspace so you can get into the ship and get ready. It's up to you all now." With that the droids lights changed to a light yellow, looking at the beings in the room it just walked out of the room. Kindly excusing itself.
Tadia just clapped her hands and walked over and picked up six of the little devices. "Alright, boss what's the plan?" | Tadia Omi-Ren
Age: 27
Race: Human(Alderaan Decent)
Skills: Tadia is known throughout the underworld as an assassin. Though her skills don't lie in long range combatants are instead close range. Well and truly capable of infiltration of facilities (Especially those outwith the Inner Core except for the highest security bases) she is also well versed in melee combat. Including Teras Kasi, which was designed as a counter for Lightsaber Combat. How she recieved this martial arts training is unknown. However within close range she is a forced to be reckoned with. However when it comes to blaster she's just about as good as your average Imperial Trooper.
Equipment: Her armour is body fitting duraplast, underneath which she wears armour weave and is painted blood red. It is serrated at joins in order to give her increased flexibility. She typically carries one blaster pistol (Westar-35) near her left knee, and has a variety of vibro-weapons to chose from. However typically she'll go in fist fighting, but she has two corotis weave "Claws" on each wrist capable off deploying to go five centemetres away from her knuckle. These start near her elbow, and protrude from her armour all the way to her hand meaning that if she ever does get into a fight with a lightsaber wielding foe she can use the "front" of her arm to block a lightsaber blow.
History: Not a lot about her history is known. Many suspect that before she appeared on the scene as an assassin that she was in training to become one of the Emperors inquisitors, despite the fact she has never shown any ability at controlling the Force. Since then however she has made a name for herself in getting in and out of places that few others can: Stealthily and taking out targets and getting away before anyone knows what happened.
Since then she has been blades for hire, however she hasn't worked on a team before so no-one really knows much about her.
That's about to change
Note: She isn;t Force Sensitive, that's just to create some mystery as your chars may believe she is. |
45,300 | 1,230 | 24 | 2,126 | 2,875 | Sai was lost in her own thoughts, staring blankly at the hologram before her as her questions were answered and more were asked. From what it sounded like, everything had been accounted for beforehand, making the entry as easy as possible. They would no doubt blow their cover on the surface, however, so the exit was going to be a little more dodgy. Nothing Sai was too worried about.
However, she was caught off guard by being put in charge of the "team." Sai was never one to play well with others, going so far as to heavily modify Drifter IV so that it would be able to be piloted by a single pilot, rather than the standard two pilot system most Corellian ships featured. In any case, Sai needed to get to know this team, and quick.
She took a silent, deep breath, repressing a cringe at being called "boss." Sai nodded slightly to herself. "The plan seems to be laid out before us fairly clearly. Getting on the surface looks like the easiest part; all I have to do is fly is in and land. Once there, we can play off each of our own strengths in order to get what we need. It would probably be best to try and keep things quiet and nonviolent for as long as we can," Sai glanced at the more lethal-looking members of the team as if to hammer in the point, "or at least until we get our hands on either the prisoner or those datapads. Speaking of our strengths, however, I think some introductions are in order before we really nail this plan together. I still don't know anybody's names here, or what we're all good at.
"That said, my name is Sai. As you probably figured, I'm a pilot, smuggler, and I'm also pretty good at being a con artist. Who's next?" Sai grinned cheekily at the team members, waiting for the next person to make their introduction. She started a mental list of names and skills so she would know how she should plan for the mission - and possible missions - ahead. | Name: Hidan Yakamura
Alias:
"The Hutt Scourge" or the lesser known "The Silent Assasin"
Race:
Human
Gender:
Male
Age:
25
Appearance:
Hidan face is left to the outside and is tattooed with the black and red spread winged falcon holding a slug thrower in its claws, the Yakamura coat of arms. Hidan wears old and worn clone trooper armour. Chipped and dirtied, it is still a very formidable piece of armour. It is painted with a dark green digital camouflage. Aside from that, he is suited up with a heavy, blaster resistant trench coat. It bears his insignias and the words "SCOURGE" in gothic writing at the back. Some may call it overkill, but for the overly paranoid Hidan, it's can never be enough.
Personality:
Hidan is a wilful man, strong hearted and kind hearted. He believes in freedom and life above all else. He is a down to earth man, believing in what he believes and sticking to it. When he is threatened or insulted however, Hidan is not one to hold back punches. Or bullets. He hates the corrupt and those who beat on the poor. He believes that all races are equal and doesn't like slavery. He is very proud and wise, throughout his 25 years, he has seen things. He is no doubt brave and respected by his fellow compatriots. But he has a terrible secret. He is a schizophrenic. With multiple personalities that like killing.
The Scourge is a sarcastic, crazy, fool headed man with a love of money and having women draped over him. He swears, he kills, he steals and he will do anything to win and be on top of his opponents. He is also a very happy man, cackling madly most of the time and seemingly eternal grin on his face. He is by definition, absolutely mental. And is Hidan's most infamous personality. The Hutt Scourge is a killer, a man of slaughter and lover of all base human desire
The Assassin is a cold, calculating and ruthless man. A lover for assassinations, silent kills, breaking necks and generally being a badass. He has a blank face and is completely emotionless. He does have a habit of making extremely dry jokes on the job and smoking. Everywhere. Any time. Even when he's sleeping.
Equipment:
Custom Silenced Ballistic Assault Rifle
Shotgun
Yakamura Sabre
Bio:
Hidan was born into the Yakamura clan, a very important and wealthy dynasty based on the planet of Coruscant. The Yakamura clan is famous for being sponsors of the Rebels, though the Empire doesn't know, since the start. They fed the Rebels power, and the Rebels gave them slaves, credits and wealth. Soon, the Yakamura clan became stagnant, breaking into multiple little dynasties fighting each other for more wealth to feed their greed.
Hidan was 16 when the Yakamura clan came apart. His family escaped to the Outer Rim, away from the politics and the greed of the Centre of the Galaxy. They escaped to their current residence. Soon, he escaped from the clutches of his overprotective parents and joined numerous gangs on the planet, eventually getting the attention of the local Hutt in the area. He became his right hand man. For months, he performed crimes for this Hutt. Kill after kill, rape and thievery. Hidan developed his multiple personalities to cope. He was then ordered to assassinate a group of poor farmers on the outskirts of the capital. He killed them without remorse. Afterwards, he looked at one of the corpses faces. It was his father. He looked around and he found his mother, sister, brother. All killed by his hands.
Hidan went berserk. Killing everything around him. The rest is history. He is now a changed man and a bounty hunter in the underworld. Not much is known about what happened between these two periods, but whatever happened, it changed Hidan. It changed him for good.
Quote:
Hidan - "All those who commit themselves to base desires deserve to die. Like Scourge"
Scourge - "FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"
Assasin - "..." |
45,301 | 1,230 | 25 | 739 | 6,520 | You know, I'm almost positive that I've already introduced myself at least once. Eh, whatever, I tend to forget these things. Name's Sirka'ith. If you haven't figured out what I'm good at already, well, then I'd get your eyes and ears checked. She said with a chuckle before glancing to the human, Hildan. "You use slugthrowers? Well, it'll be useful down in the caves, at least. They don't need electronics to work. I'll keep dismissing them everywhere else, though. I suppose they can be useful, it's just...they don't hit as hard, their shots fall off target instead of flying straight, their ammo is way more expensive than blaster packs...but like I said, I guess they have their place." She said in at least a mostly teasing fashion.
Sirka paused a moment and started looking around the hanger bay. There were times in which she could be patient, but right now, she wanted to be set and ready for the job. Of course, the dreadnaught wasn't going to arrive any quicker if she rushed, but she at least wanted to be on the right ship when it was time to get moving. "Introductions are all well and good, but can we walk and talk? Which one of these is your ship, or is it in a different bay?" Sirka asked. | Name: Sirka'ith
Species: Ssi-ruu
Gender: Female
Appearance: (with brown scales, instead of red)
Age: 17 (this is an adult, as Ssi-ruu mature more quickly than humans)
Height: 2.15 meters
Skills/Abilities:
Close to medium range combat specialist
Strength equivalent to an adult wookiee
Thick, blaster resistant hide
Very keen sense of smell (able to detect changes in the emotional state of species with which she is familiar)
Triple eyelids resist sudden bursts of light
Surprising speed and grace for a creature of her size
Weaknesses:
Long-range combat
Eyesight poorer than that of a human
Very limited non-combat skills
Young age compared to adults of other species limits her practical experience
Stands out in a crowd, or any other situation
Little to no stealth capabilities
Equipment: Like most Ssi-ruu, Sirka wears only bandoliers across her chest to carry her belongings, along with whatever holsters she needs. Her primary weapon is a Mark II medium repeating blaster cannon. While normally a mounted weapon, the cannon can be carried by the heightened strength of a Ssi-ruu. She has modified it with a proper stock and grip, and powers it through a power cell which she wears as a backpack that, compared to her size, is reasonably compact. As a sidearm, she carries an E-11 blaster rifle, and a one-handed variant of a vibro-ax as a backup weapon. She also carries a small belt of fragmentation grenades.
Background: Sirka'ith had somewhat of a unique childhood among the Ssi-ruu. As xenophobic of a species as the Ssi-ruu are, they were forced to engage in some measure of diplomacy with the rest of the galaxy. Sirka's father was a black Ssi-ruu spy, ostensibly serving as a diplomat off-world, while her mother was a red Ssi-ruu bodyguard. This forbidden union made her a brown-scaled Ssi-ruu, and a member of the lowest caste of Ssi-ruuvi society. Normally, her egg would have been destroyed by her parents, but being outside their home system, her parents could not as easily get away with the murder, so they simply passed her off as the child of one of their brown-scaled Ssi-ruu servants.
In the first few years of her life, Sirka was in the position of being mostly ignored by the parents who had disowned her, and the servants who were meant to care for her. As such, no one bothered to stop her when she started to interact with the local populations of the worlds they were assigned to, something that would normally be forbidden for any Ssi-ruu hatchlings that, for whatever reason, found themselves outside Sii-ruuvi space. Her adoptive parents did teach her some of the Ssi-ruu, but she was more heavily influenced by the cultures of the worlds around her.
It was years before Sirka's father and his entourage returned to Lwhekk, and by that point, Sirka was too old, and had been outside Ssi-ruuvi space for too long to ever be able to accept what her life there would be like. The brown-scaled caste of Ssi-ruu were treated terribly. She did not care about the Imperium, nor about the religion they started to force on her. After a few beatings, she played along, but she resolved to escape as soon as possible. Luckily, the fact that she was raised outside Lwhekk also meant she was one of the few Ssi-ruu who could actually speak Basic, so it was not long before she was assigned to be a translator for a real diplomat. As soon as they reached a relatively large city, Sirka made her escape into the city's crowded underworld.
Despite only being a child at the time, Sirka found that there was one kind of work that such a large and intimidating being as herself could find quite readily. As a mercenary, she earned enough credits performing simple jobs to get offworld, and from there, she decided to continue honing her skills in combat. After all, it wasn't as if she had the skills to do anything else. |
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