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47,302 | 1,280 | 8 | 153 | 828 | Emily let out a small chuckle, a rare gesture from her and not one she had done in many years before unveiling her Witch prowess. "Professor Glemin would sooner bore me to death than to sleep, sir." She said, placing her heavy bag down on the long, granite-topped front desk. The fact that the bag holding her notebooks and text books was so heavy didn't seem to bother her, save for a small roll of her shoulders that belied any actual discomfort. "Actually, sir, today I saw something rather interesting in class. Alana was eyeing a student, a male with a peculiar earring. I got the strangest sensation whenever I looked at him," Emily looked around the room and lowered her voice as she stalked closer to Edward, "Do you think he could have magic powers, sir? Should we contain him?" She knew all too well what you could do with magic without any proper training, and what she had done in her first days was... not ethical, to say the least. A few families would be missing their pets, but it was their faults for having the filthy, mangy muts roaming loose. It seemed some kinds of dogs hated magic users to the degree of attacking them on sight.
She gripped the handle of her umbrella-cane tighter. Remembering her first moments of magic, of becoming an actual Witch, thrilled her. The sheer amount of power and freedom to be had, to defend yourself and kill your assailants with the flick of a wrist... She took a long breath in, and a smile crept onto her lips. She had not been bullied in many years, but she could find uses for this power beyond petty things.
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As was his daily ritual, Leo swaggered across the vegetation filled campus of Neworth University like it was his back yard, swirling in and out of the legs of milling students, preferring to trend towards women, most of who cooed and reached down to pet him. And of course he accepted their attentions with a purr and a nice, friendly rub against their stockinged legs. He loved women, their aroma and grace, their soft skin, their well-kept hair, and the large floppy hats they wore in this era, what wasn't to love! He padded around the corner as a wave of magical energy surged across him, causing him to pause mid-step. He saw his Master, Aaron, talking to a girl, which was alittle unusual, but not what was bothering him. Tilting his head, he sensed something else within the area. It was an odd mixture of magical presences and auras, but he couldn't garner a sense of who was what and it sent his fur on-end. It was something to deal with if it became a problem...
He shook himself out and pranced over to Aaron and the girl, an exotic beauty with a green dress on which fit her snugly. Leo gave her leg an affection rub and then plopped himself down next to Aaron, swinging his tail back and forth behind him on the floor. He meowed cutely up at Aaron, but he hoped his Master would understand the message: Feed me now or I will make you suffer. | Characters who are Characters
Tenebris Anima
Leo Fortis,
but you can just call me Leo, sweet morsel.
Being: Familiar, Spirit - Lion
Age: Presumably ancient, though he acts somewhat immature at times
Gender: ?? (Looks male)
Appearance:
Leo's casual, every day form is that of a rather large golden-furred house cat with a lion's tail and a white mane of fur that frames his face and runs along his back in the way that lion's would. His eyes vary from light green to white depending on his mood - green for relaxed or happy, white for alert or angry. He weighs a substantial amount in this form, even though he doesn't look it, and when picking him up people tend to be shocked. He stands around knee height on women who are of average height.
In his Anima form, Leo grows to a significant size and sprouts wings. (The top of his head reaches 6 feet (183cm), and his wingspan is large enough to carry him in flight). He weighs in around 800 pounds (363kg). In this form, he is big enough to carry his Master and another one, preferably a female (unless forced to undertake carrying another one of those "males" around).
Powers:
Regular Form: Speech, basic magic abilities such as:
minor telekinesis (example: floating a small object)
minor manipulation of fire (example: lighting a candle)
minor manipulation of air (example: blowing out a candle)
detect magic (example: allows him to detect if magical creatures may be nearby (example: an average-sized gymnasium)
Anima Form: Speech, major magic abilities such as:
major telekinesis (example: floating a car)
major manipulation of fire (example: he becomes a dragon! lololol xD naw, like a fireball)
major manipulation of air (example: he uses his wings to manipulate gusts of wind that can knock a person/being over if unprepared)
major detect magic (example: able to detect magical spells cast within a large area (a two block radius) and able to detect if magical creatures are nearby (a block radius)
Additonal Information: His Anima Form is not something to be used frequently, and it takes a heavy toll on Leo unless his Master provides him with supplemental magical energy to retain the form. After used, Leo must go into a resting period of little to no magic use, as well as being stuck in his regular form.
Bio: Leo's contract to his newest Master leaves him unable to discuss his past Masters and Mistresses, but one thing is known for certain: Leo does not like male witches. When he was released from the magical grimoire he was imprisoned in, he wasn't exactly happy to have Aaron as his new Master. It's taken time for Leo to warm up to him, but now Leo has staked a claim on the young witchling (or Caster as Aaron insists).
Personality: Leo is usually laid back, in a dignified and proud sort of way, but a competitive streak runs deep within him. He is flirtatious with the fairer gender, but highly dislikes men – that is, except for Aaron, who Leo shares an interesting familiar–master relationship with. Leo likes to play pranks on Aaron, and generally get in the way of the young witchling. However, if Aaron were to get into real danger, Leo would step in to protect his Master with a ferocity. He adores eating "clouds" of all things, and has taken to eating cotton candy as a substitute, and makes sure Aaron knows that he needs a steady supply of the fluffy food.
Emily Rose Cain
Being: Human – Witch
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Emily is extremely well kept and proper – every hair laid perfectly in it's place, no wrinkles in her pristine clothing, a shine on her leather loafers, and a straight posture wherever she goes. She always has a polite smile and greeting at the ready, but somehow they feel fake. Her well-maintained bob is dark brown with faint golden highlights, and her eyes are stormy grey adorned by thick eyelashes. Her skin is a fair alabaster tone that has little to no blemishing, save for a small birthmark on her neck under her right ear in the vague shape of a star. To top it all off, her eyebrows are manicured to the tee – essentially the picture of perfectionism.
Powers:
To be decided.
Bio: With high expectations from her family, Emily has always been at the top of her class, and always been picked for class president. With no time to play, Emily made no friends and has spent most of her life living in text books, day in and day out, robotically. That was, until she met Edward and began to awaken to her Witch powers. Now everything is so much more fun!
Personality: Gripped by the severe complex that has been instilled into her by her family, she strives for perfection in literally everything she does. This pressure has forced her into a shell of herself, and has only recently found an outlet for all of her anxiety, depression, frustration, and jealousy.
While using her magic, Emily has never felt more free, and she has so much fun that she is prone to uncontrollable laughter, fits of twitching, and acts of cruelty beyond her normal scope – and has a hard time remembering what is right and wrong.
Characters who are more like NPCS
Rosalie la Forte
Being: ?? (presumably a Witch)
Age: ?? (appears late twenties to early thirites)
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Eccentric is the best way to describe Rosalie's appearance. She wears the largest floppy hats she can find, typically bedazzled with pearls and feathers. Her dresses are always cinched at the waist and poof out while they flow to the ground. She accentuates her outfits with pearl necklaces and many different kinds of rings studded with emeralds, sapphires, amethysts, and rubies. Her silky dark blonde hair reaches the backs of her thighs, though she normally keeps it in a long french braid and piled on the back of her head, with a healthy dose of pearls beaded throughout. Her eyes are light violet with flecks of yellow, complimented by thick mascara and smoky eyeshadow.
When Rosalie begins her magical conquests, she always starts everything off by changing into her witching attire as if by magical transformation. It comes complete with star and tarot themed accessories, and the biggest, floppiest pointy witch's hat she could find. She grows a reptilian-like tail and some scales appear on her cheeks and forehead.
Powers:
To be revealed throughout RP.
What is known so far...
Rosalie appears to be capable of manipulating the emotions and memories of regular humans and newbie witches.
Bio:
Rosalie appeared one day in Neworth, a mysterious and outlandish lady who claimed to own a large plot of land that the locals thought was haunted and had left alone for many years since the last owners mysteriously vanished. On this land is an incredibly large mansion, several guest houses, an observatory, an aviary, a green house and a large swimming area, several mausoleums – and none of it is being used, nor has Rosalie stepped on to the property since her arrival. Instead, she has been funding the University, the only stipulation being that she would be allowed to run a club at the University in hopes that some one, or several some ones, would help her with her problem.
Her club room is settled on a remote portion of the campus in a large greenhouse, run by Rosalie and some meager volunteers, who all quit soon after joining claiming weird things happen there. Come visit the Lotus Garden, and perhaps you will find out what Rosalie is searching for.
Personality:
She happy is quirky, oddly mysterious, usually leaning towards niceties than rudeness. She can be prone to quick and violent outbursts of anger if people push her the wrong way. Many gentlemen, and gentlewomen, have found themselves attracted to her and tried to woo her, only to find themselves maneuvered out of her way without knowing whether they were coming or going. Though infuriating in her own way, many people find it is hard to be mad at her for long, though they don't fully understand why.
Behind all of her magical tomfoolery and manipulation of emotions, she is remarkably the same as she usually is, though perhaps a tad bit more elusive. One thing is for certain, Rosalie wants what she wants, and she will not take no for an answer.
Oh yeah, tea time is a rule for her. No exceptions.
Kalen
Being: Will o Wisp
Age: ?? (appears youthful)
Gender: Male
Appearance:
A 1'1'' tall ball of hunky masculinity... sort of. He has feminine hints to his appearance, but his deep masculine voice is incredibly offsetting for most people who are just meeting him. He garbs himself in an emerald green silk tunic with golden embroidery, and black silk pants. At his waist is a pointy rapier.
When he disperses into wisp-form, he becomes green and white shimmering light.
Powers:
To be revealed throughout RP.
What is known so far...
He can disperse and coalesce at will into, and out of, light.
Bio:
Kalen is a will-o-wisp who obeys Rosalie's commands. (more to be revealed throughout RP)
Personality:
An obedient and immaculate servant, with a penchant for being overly-cautious. He seems to have a stutter when he becomes overwhelmed or excited. |
47,303 | 1,280 | 9 | 179 | 5,683 | Etrasus considered what seemed to perhaps be a new catch. In truth, he was looking to do something... more. Much more than he had done before. Something along the lines of not just being one of the strongest of his kind, but more like making himself one of the strongest... period. Of course, to do that, he would need some sacrifices. Big ones.
The description of a 'peculiar" earring and the fact that Alana was looking meant no doubt that there was indeed a newly discovered witch. Alana, regardless of her willingness, was an experienced and quite capable scout. He would be expecting her to report on it.
He used a low voice; even though he would easily detect eavesdroppers and the library was empty besides them, the subject of conversation was still one not to be said at a voice that may project.
"You will no doubt play a role in bringing him over. For now, I am sure Alana is at least beginning the process. For now, perhaps... make friends, show a little, although no excessive, attention to him. Bringing them in on their own free will tends to work out better than them kicking and screaming, no?"
Although, he did remember the good old days when that was the norm. He rather enjoyed it. It would be one of the things that he would eventually change... | Name: Etrasus (demon and casting name), Edward (human name that he identifies himself as)
Being: Demonic Spirit, also interpretable as an “Evil Genie” that is fully independent.
Age: ~600-700 years; looks about 26
Gender: Male
Appearance:
In human form…
Tall, always wearing a business suit and with a grim face. His face is a bit memorable in that his eyes are a striking deep blue. People staring directly at him can also see very faint wisps from the spirit world, but not enough to be particularly suspicious.
Spirit(True) Appearance...
He has long lost a true form, instead becoming more or less a shifting concentrated mass of dark energy with a humanoid inner form. Those that can see him this way tend to also see illusions and clustered spirits on the side; his body is almost a prism around which spirits are more easily seen.
Powers:
-Conjuring: Although he is by no means a genie in powers, he can create simple things (a chair, a non complicated sword, etc). Simple in that more intricate things, such as flashlights or lamps, can’t be simply conjured up by him. This makes it impossible for him to actually create beings; since DNA is something that is more sophisticated than today’s top supercomputers.
-Summoning: He can call beings weaker than himself into the normal dimension, due to his affinity with both sides.
-Spiritual Connection: His origins are in the spiritual dimension, and therefore, he can switch between them at will, although he must always leave something behind so he can actually come back.
-The Spellbook: He has a spell book, many spells in which he knows, that is essentially a compilation of forbidden magics as well as things such as binding spells and resources a witch would have access to. More intricate spells are impossible for him to use without this.
The book can be stolen, but the magics within have a certain nature of luring people into the more corrupting spells; if kept with somebody for a long time they may well end up just as bad as he is. The book is almost indestructible by normal means but can be destroyed by specialty spells. If separated from it, he does not know exactly where the book is, but he is lured in its direction.
The most potent spell in this book is a ritual for him to absorb the power of souls.
-Illusion: Unless his opponent is intimate with magic or a genie, he can create illusions that seem perfectly real. This ability extends into dreams.
-Spiritual nature: Spiritual beings are almost impossible to kill but can be banished or bound to something. Banishment into the spiritual dimension or binding to an object or building is possible, but flat out death… well… it is about as effective as killing a dead person.
Bio:
Born in the middle ages, he fell victim to the Black Plague; a fate more than suiting him, considering he was probably the biggest dirtbag scammer and betrayer to be around. He became demonic due to exposure to the Spellbook, which he is so extremely fond of these days. It is said to have been created in the roman era with spells of its own that make it almost an entity in and of itself.
Long story short, the book’s enchantments allowed him to be connected to the normal dimension when he died. He went into the “business” of being “hired” by witches. Ever since then, he has tricked witches into thinking he works for them, all the way until they are completely dependent upon him. At that point, he kills them and takes their souls for more power. His greatest successes were some genies that he managed to pick up and absorb, although those powers he has found decay over time and become almost useless. His policy with them is to keep them as they serve his uses (often acting as extensions of his schemes to lure witches or other innocents in), and when he gets tired of them (or almost at the end of the time that he gets benefits from absorbing the last one) he uses a ritual to bind their powers to him and take their newly stripped of power souls into his own.
Personality:
Slick dealer, who can make himself look like your best friend in a time of need and proceed to backstab you when the time of need is almost over. That’s essentially who he is. |
47,304 | 1,280 | 10 | 1,712 | 2,117 | Aaron had been in the middle of his earring-hiding when a girl in a lovely green dress (come to think of it, the same girl who’d been staring at him earlier) approached him. Aaron barely even noticed her until she was nearly upon him, and jerked to some semblance of attention when she arrived.
”Don’t. I think it looks great on you.”
Aaron raised his eyebrows, but left the earring in its place. “Why, thank you,” he replied quickly, yet hushed, “But I’m sure you can understand the certain… ideas people might get if they see a young man in my position wearing an earring.” He shrugged. In all honesty, he would love to be able to wear his earring. He’d love to be able to wear his charms outside his shirt, leave his rings on, flaunt his mother’s pointed hat and freely talk to others about the finer points of medicinal magic as it related to the modern practice, but of course he couldn’t. He’d love nothing more than to publicly embrace his culture, but if he were to do so, he had no doubt that some terrible things may befall him and his family. Besides, he had enough oddities as it was.
Snapping himself out of his longing reverie long enough to pay proper attention to the woman, Adrienne, in front of him, he smiled and offered a friendly bow. “Charmed, Ms. Adrienne,” he greeted, smiling inwardly at his pathetic little pun, “And no, not weird at all. I can’t think of a better use of this class’ time than meeting new people.” It wasn’t a lie; of course, he generally tried to avoid prying friendships, but networking was important, especially in his future profession. Besides, he couldn’t deny that it got a little lonely, sometimes. This was precisely the reason he didn't question her staring earlier, either.
Adrienne produced a pair of similar earrings to his from her bag, a miraculous coincidence in Aaron’s eyes. He smiled, more sincerely this time, at her effort to make him feel acceptable. To her question, he replied, “Oh, mine? Mine was uh, a gift. From my mother.” He grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck, a slight sadness in his eyes. “It’s actually been in my family for quite some time.”
Noticing that the doorway had cleared out, he gestured toward it, where through the door streamed the early evening sunlight. “Where are you headed, Adrienne? I’m off to the library myself, and I’d welcome the company if you were headed that direction-“
He was interrupted by the loud purring and mewling of his monster of a familiar, rubbing up against Adrienne’s leg and flopping down at his feet. He looked down with a fondly annoyed expression that Leo had been seeing since he emerged from a grimoire when Aaron was a child. Nonetheless, he reached down and petted the cat on the head, who would have to deal with it whether he liked it or not.
“Yes yes, you’re hungry, I get it,” he sighed down at the cat, propping one hand on his hip, “Aren’t you supposed to be home? You know, where you’re not being a pest?” Aaron was perfectly aware that Leo found himself on university grounds every day to meet him here, but enjoyed patronizing him anyway, as was their relationship.
Suddenly remembering Adrienne’s presence, Aaron cleared his throat once more and gestured down to the animus, introducing him. “Oh Adrienne, this is Leo, my pest of a cat who likes to rub his fur on my good shoes.” He grinned mischievously, like a child who knew he was doing something wrong. | Name: Aaron Maevyn
Being: Human - Witch (‘Caster’, as he’ll tell you)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Aaron stands at an even 6'2. He's not a muscular man, being tall and lean and light. His hair is black, shining brown in bright light, with a thin silver streak near the front (a birthmark.) His eyes are a dark brown. His attire normally consists of semi-formalwear in public (a pair of good pants and a nice shirt). At home, his clothes are much more relaxed and 'exotic', a nod to his magical heritage. Under his shirt (or just plainly when not in public) he wears a few long necklaces. These hold pendants and charms given to him by his grandmother, who believes they help balance the soul and augment his magical ability. The feather earring and rings are also a nod to his grandmother, and though he'd never wear them in public, he wears them at home, to visit her, and while performing particularly advanced magic.
Powers: Aaron is a skilled witch (wizard? In any case, he prefers the term ‘Caster’) for his age. He can cast an array of simple spells without a word but still relies on a reference for more complicated and powerful spells. He’s particularly adept in potion making and medicinal uses of witchcraft.
Bio: Aaron comes from a long line of witches, though he is the first boy in his family to show any magical ability. His grandmother and two great-aunts raised him, and taught him everything he knows.
Currently, Aaron attends university for medicine. He aims to become a doctor and find a way to combine both medicinal witchcraft and modern medicine in an effort to improve them both, and to save lives.
Personality: Aaron is an earthy and decent fellow, a smart boy without a mean bone in his body. He’s clever and witty, somewhat feminine, but mostly remains genuine and courteous. Being a man raised in the early 1900’s he’s chivalrous and polite to all he meets. He has his gloomy side, as all people do, and his angry side as well. Though, more often than not he won’t be the one starting the fight, rather trying to break it up. He can definitely be a worrier, and sometimes he cares too much for his own good. He remains devoted to the sanctity of life and dislikes harming or killing anything without a reason.
He also takes pride in his magical heritage and steeps himself in it. It helps that he still lives with his grandmother and aunts in a large, old house filled to the brim with everything a witch needs to practice magic. He's become somewhat of an apothecary among his friends, who simply think he's good with home remedies.
Here it is finally! Forgive the lack of eloquence here, but I find if I try to make a sheet to the quality of a post it runs way too long. Wanted to keep it brief so more IC progress can be made. |
47,305 | 1,280 | 11 | 2,736 | 7,385 | Seeing that the crowd had finally thinned out, Aiace had been about to leave when the cat sauntering in caught his attention. Is he lost? Why would there be another cat in here? Did someone leave a door open? Seeing it walk over to the two other students nearby and interact with them, he felt a little more confused. Is that his pet? I thought they weren't allowed inside of these human schools, though...was there a policy change I didn't know about? He shook his head. That was probably silly. It was more likely that the other cat had just wandered in through an open door and had accidentally happened upon a human it knew. Still his pet, though, based on the tiny snippet of conversation he had overheard.
Quickly looking over at the professor to find him currently occupied, he turned back to the other two a bit hesitantly. "Ah, sorry. It might be best to hurry if you're going to get him out of the lecture hall, though. I don't know how much longer it will be before the professor sees." He thought to mention how he had heard the cat asking for food as well, but caught himself, thinking that the boy would probably deal with it sooner or later. Most cats were good at convincing their caregivers one way or another in a timely fashion, anyway, and it would probably sound a little weird to hear such a thing randomly from a classmate. At least, that was what he thought. The fewer chances he took with it, the better.
Another glance at professor Glemin assured him that he was still occupied for the moment, so he decided to trust that they'd manage and lifted his bag again in preparation to leave. "Excuse me." He nodded to the two before quickly exiting the room, thinking vaguely to himself that there was something a bit strange about that cat. He couldn't seem to place it at the moment...was it the breed? It was true that he wasn't familiar with it...maybe it was something else... He shrugged and dropped the thought for the moment as he continued down the hall, looking back at the notebook he had been writing his recipe plans in before. | Name: Aiace "Rose" Cavallero
Being: Bakeneko
Age: Appears to be close to the age of 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Approximately 5' 7" in his human (or nearly-human) form with brunette hair that falls just below shoulder length. He usually wears it tied back, but in combination with his general face shape, it does sometimes cause him to appear a bit feminine to those not paying close attention. His ears and tail, when visible outside of his fully-human form, display a fur color a little darker than his hair. His eyes are an olive green color, usually hidden behind a pair of glasses.
As a cat, he's fairly small with dark fur and a split tail.
Powers: Poison Immunity - developed at some point during the transformation process, along with his apparent issue with his eating capabilities...
Nutrition from Nothing - he can eat pretty much anything. It doesn't mean that he never regrets it, however, for any number of reasons. He also has trouble avoiding uncovered corpses due to the nature of his abilities.
Shape Shifting - only for forms of dead bodies consumed. Their living appearance is used rather than their nonliving ones.
Bio: Aiace has been traveling for a while, trying to avoid being caught by curious humans and generally trying to get used to the changes in his life. At this point, he's mostly used to the surprises turning into a 'demon cat' has brought, with the exception of a few little extras here and there. As a result of his unfortunate habits that seem to have come along with his powers, he has become very interested in the realm of food, what makes it taste good, and how it could taste better.
Personality: Usually fairly polite and relaxed about many things, but very passionate when it comes to food and a little tense about the subject of test experiments. He has a bit of trouble eating things he's not supposed to, sometimes without even realizing it.
At times, he can act like a bit of an airhead and can be distracted fairly easily, but has had enough unfortunate experiences at this point to know when it's time to be serious. |
47,306 | 1,280 | 12 | 1,201 | 1,278 | Alana worried a bit when she saw the strange-looking cat. "That must be his familiar," she thought to herself. "I hope he cannot reveal my real identity..." As the cat began to rub himself against her leg, she relaxed a little, thinking that she was just being paranoid.
"Your cat is just so adorable," she gushed in awe as she have observed some girls act around cats, and began to pet the cat on the head and scratch its neck. She continued to pet the cat when she said to him, "Funny, I am more acquainted with Leo than I am with you. You still haven't given me your name, you know?" She was starting to get fur all over her green dress, and got up to try to clean them off. In all honesty, she has always been more of a dog person.
"Ah, sorry. It might be best to hurry if you're going to get him out of the lecture hall, though. I don't know how much longer it will be before the professor sees."
Alana nodded in agreement with the stranger. She turned to the witch and said, "That's a coincident because I'm going to the library as well. I have to meet...someone there..." Her voice began to drift at the last part, and you can hear her tone grow suddenly cold, so cold it might send shivers down a person's spine. She was taken aback by her own voice, and cleared her throat in attempt to re-lighten up the mood. "So I'd love to walk with you there," she said, her voice sounding normal again. She added the next part in a whisper, "We can talk about what an absolute bore Professor Glemin is and maybe get to know each other better...." she still didn't have his name yet so she waited for him to give it to her. | Name: Alana the Genie (last name might be revealed later in the RP as she 'lost' it when she became enslaved)
Being: Genie
Age: Appears to be in her Early-Mid 20s
Gender: Female
Appearance:
For the most part she appears human unless she transforms into another creature. Alana has long, dark brown wavy hair that reaches her waist. Her large, almond-shaped eyes are a brilliant amber, and she has a mole right below her left eye. Her lips are a soft, light pink that are almost always in a pout or frown as she has no more reason to smile. She is only 5"2 but seems taller since she has a habit of levitating instead of standing on the ground.
Powers: Reality Bending with Limitations: Alana as an all powerful genie, has the abilities to create things into existence, transform, manipulate other things and creatures, and just about anything her owner wants her to do. However, she cannot alter people's wills, passions, and other strong emotions.
Bio: Alana is Estrasus' genie and forced to fulfill all of his commands. Why? Well, you're just going to have to find out later on.
Personality: Alana is forced to be blindly obedient to Estrasus but she hates his guts. Most of her personality is gone due to the fact that he owns her so she appears lifeless and apathetic. Occasionally, she will make sarcastic remarks that reveals a bit about her true nature. She does have a soft spot somewhere but tries not to show it in fear that he may use it against her. |
47,307 | 1,280 | 13 | 153 | 828 | Emily nodded in agreement with Edward, her perfect bob swishing back and forth in the motion. "I do agree, sir. I'll attempt to... make friends with him tomorrow, if you believe that is best." Emily hadn't made friends with anyone other than Edward, if she was going to be so presumptuous and forward as to consider her mentor a friend, in many years. She was itching to practice magic though, and Edward had been teaching her how to control her powers since he'd found her.
"Sir, do you think we could begin our lesson for the day?" She said the word "lesson" in a slight whisper, preferring to keep her voice down in the large library of Neworth. Somebody could be hiding admist those rows and shelves of books rather easily, and she would take no chances with delicate information. "Or shall we wait for Alana? She excels in areas that I desperately need more study in." To be truthful, Emily would wait for Alana out of respect, but Emily would rather start her lessons with or without the other girl, as experienced as Alana was. Emily's addiction to magic, though she refused to admit it was an addiction, was strong. Perhaps too strong. She felt her fingers tapping away against the granite counter of the front desk, and she pulled her hand to her side quickly, hoping nobody noticed.
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A pest?! Fur on his shoes?! I never! Indignation was at the forefront of Leo's emotions, causing his normally green eyes to go white. He would surely have a word with his bumbling Master later on, at home, where he wasn't a pest. Leo gave out a visible huff and turned away from Aaron, moody now that his Master had embarrassed him in front of the exotic lady.
Suddenly, the gorgeous lady that Aaron was talking to – Adrienne, Leo had heard – was giving him a full rub down. He purred audibly, his eyes turning back to green, but she stopped all too soon when she stood back up to try to clean his fur off of her pretty dress. Noo, pretty lady, my fur is a sign of affection! I love youuu, come back, pet meeee. He mewled in disappointment, and glowered at Aaron like it was his Master's fault.
That was when he saw this new fellow, a bespectacled brunette, walking up. Something was off about him, and Leo felt some sense of kinship to the newcomer. But how? Why? Leo was sure he still disliked men, and took a quick glance at a normal male student walking by. Yep! Still hate them. Before he could delve into that line of thinking anymore, the newcomer was gone. The feeling still sent tingles over his skin. Something to look into....
Sticking his lion-like tail high up into the air, Leo began to swagger away from them and towards the Library. He wasn't going to be left out of the fun, even if it meant crawling around near dusty, musty, gross books. They weren't his favorite thing in the world, but if it meant being closer to Adrienne, he would do it! Plus the tone of Adrienne's voice when she mentioned going, she seemed... Leo couldn't put his foot on it, but he'd linger around to make sure everything was okay. After all, a lady's honor was at stake! He turned around to glance back at Aaron, and shot him a look that said: If you try anything you rapscallion, I will make you suffer! And also, I'm still hungry! | Characters who are Characters
Tenebris Anima
Leo Fortis,
but you can just call me Leo, sweet morsel.
Being: Familiar, Spirit - Lion
Age: Presumably ancient, though he acts somewhat immature at times
Gender: ?? (Looks male)
Appearance:
Leo's casual, every day form is that of a rather large golden-furred house cat with a lion's tail and a white mane of fur that frames his face and runs along his back in the way that lion's would. His eyes vary from light green to white depending on his mood - green for relaxed or happy, white for alert or angry. He weighs a substantial amount in this form, even though he doesn't look it, and when picking him up people tend to be shocked. He stands around knee height on women who are of average height.
In his Anima form, Leo grows to a significant size and sprouts wings. (The top of his head reaches 6 feet (183cm), and his wingspan is large enough to carry him in flight). He weighs in around 800 pounds (363kg). In this form, he is big enough to carry his Master and another one, preferably a female (unless forced to undertake carrying another one of those "males" around).
Powers:
Regular Form: Speech, basic magic abilities such as:
minor telekinesis (example: floating a small object)
minor manipulation of fire (example: lighting a candle)
minor manipulation of air (example: blowing out a candle)
detect magic (example: allows him to detect if magical creatures may be nearby (example: an average-sized gymnasium)
Anima Form: Speech, major magic abilities such as:
major telekinesis (example: floating a car)
major manipulation of fire (example: he becomes a dragon! lololol xD naw, like a fireball)
major manipulation of air (example: he uses his wings to manipulate gusts of wind that can knock a person/being over if unprepared)
major detect magic (example: able to detect magical spells cast within a large area (a two block radius) and able to detect if magical creatures are nearby (a block radius)
Additonal Information: His Anima Form is not something to be used frequently, and it takes a heavy toll on Leo unless his Master provides him with supplemental magical energy to retain the form. After used, Leo must go into a resting period of little to no magic use, as well as being stuck in his regular form.
Bio: Leo's contract to his newest Master leaves him unable to discuss his past Masters and Mistresses, but one thing is known for certain: Leo does not like male witches. When he was released from the magical grimoire he was imprisoned in, he wasn't exactly happy to have Aaron as his new Master. It's taken time for Leo to warm up to him, but now Leo has staked a claim on the young witchling (or Caster as Aaron insists).
Personality: Leo is usually laid back, in a dignified and proud sort of way, but a competitive streak runs deep within him. He is flirtatious with the fairer gender, but highly dislikes men – that is, except for Aaron, who Leo shares an interesting familiar–master relationship with. Leo likes to play pranks on Aaron, and generally get in the way of the young witchling. However, if Aaron were to get into real danger, Leo would step in to protect his Master with a ferocity. He adores eating "clouds" of all things, and has taken to eating cotton candy as a substitute, and makes sure Aaron knows that he needs a steady supply of the fluffy food.
Emily Rose Cain
Being: Human – Witch
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Emily is extremely well kept and proper – every hair laid perfectly in it's place, no wrinkles in her pristine clothing, a shine on her leather loafers, and a straight posture wherever she goes. She always has a polite smile and greeting at the ready, but somehow they feel fake. Her well-maintained bob is dark brown with faint golden highlights, and her eyes are stormy grey adorned by thick eyelashes. Her skin is a fair alabaster tone that has little to no blemishing, save for a small birthmark on her neck under her right ear in the vague shape of a star. To top it all off, her eyebrows are manicured to the tee – essentially the picture of perfectionism.
Powers:
To be decided.
Bio: With high expectations from her family, Emily has always been at the top of her class, and always been picked for class president. With no time to play, Emily made no friends and has spent most of her life living in text books, day in and day out, robotically. That was, until she met Edward and began to awaken to her Witch powers. Now everything is so much more fun!
Personality: Gripped by the severe complex that has been instilled into her by her family, she strives for perfection in literally everything she does. This pressure has forced her into a shell of herself, and has only recently found an outlet for all of her anxiety, depression, frustration, and jealousy.
While using her magic, Emily has never felt more free, and she has so much fun that she is prone to uncontrollable laughter, fits of twitching, and acts of cruelty beyond her normal scope – and has a hard time remembering what is right and wrong.
Characters who are more like NPCS
Rosalie la Forte
Being: ?? (presumably a Witch)
Age: ?? (appears late twenties to early thirites)
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Eccentric is the best way to describe Rosalie's appearance. She wears the largest floppy hats she can find, typically bedazzled with pearls and feathers. Her dresses are always cinched at the waist and poof out while they flow to the ground. She accentuates her outfits with pearl necklaces and many different kinds of rings studded with emeralds, sapphires, amethysts, and rubies. Her silky dark blonde hair reaches the backs of her thighs, though she normally keeps it in a long french braid and piled on the back of her head, with a healthy dose of pearls beaded throughout. Her eyes are light violet with flecks of yellow, complimented by thick mascara and smoky eyeshadow.
When Rosalie begins her magical conquests, she always starts everything off by changing into her witching attire as if by magical transformation. It comes complete with star and tarot themed accessories, and the biggest, floppiest pointy witch's hat she could find. She grows a reptilian-like tail and some scales appear on her cheeks and forehead.
Powers:
To be revealed throughout RP.
What is known so far...
Rosalie appears to be capable of manipulating the emotions and memories of regular humans and newbie witches.
Bio:
Rosalie appeared one day in Neworth, a mysterious and outlandish lady who claimed to own a large plot of land that the locals thought was haunted and had left alone for many years since the last owners mysteriously vanished. On this land is an incredibly large mansion, several guest houses, an observatory, an aviary, a green house and a large swimming area, several mausoleums – and none of it is being used, nor has Rosalie stepped on to the property since her arrival. Instead, she has been funding the University, the only stipulation being that she would be allowed to run a club at the University in hopes that some one, or several some ones, would help her with her problem.
Her club room is settled on a remote portion of the campus in a large greenhouse, run by Rosalie and some meager volunteers, who all quit soon after joining claiming weird things happen there. Come visit the Lotus Garden, and perhaps you will find out what Rosalie is searching for.
Personality:
She happy is quirky, oddly mysterious, usually leaning towards niceties than rudeness. She can be prone to quick and violent outbursts of anger if people push her the wrong way. Many gentlemen, and gentlewomen, have found themselves attracted to her and tried to woo her, only to find themselves maneuvered out of her way without knowing whether they were coming or going. Though infuriating in her own way, many people find it is hard to be mad at her for long, though they don't fully understand why.
Behind all of her magical tomfoolery and manipulation of emotions, she is remarkably the same as she usually is, though perhaps a tad bit more elusive. One thing is for certain, Rosalie wants what she wants, and she will not take no for an answer.
Oh yeah, tea time is a rule for her. No exceptions.
Kalen
Being: Will o Wisp
Age: ?? (appears youthful)
Gender: Male
Appearance:
A 1'1'' tall ball of hunky masculinity... sort of. He has feminine hints to his appearance, but his deep masculine voice is incredibly offsetting for most people who are just meeting him. He garbs himself in an emerald green silk tunic with golden embroidery, and black silk pants. At his waist is a pointy rapier.
When he disperses into wisp-form, he becomes green and white shimmering light.
Powers:
To be revealed throughout RP.
What is known so far...
He can disperse and coalesce at will into, and out of, light.
Bio:
Kalen is a will-o-wisp who obeys Rosalie's commands. (more to be revealed throughout RP)
Personality:
An obedient and immaculate servant, with a penchant for being overly-cautious. He seems to have a stutter when he becomes overwhelmed or excited. |
47,308 | 1,280 | 14 | 179 | 5,683 | Etrasus nodded. He had one particular spell that he had found interesting in the past... and that was a detection spell which, if read correctly, could expose the identity of what the being encountered was - with knowledge of the signs and a sample, of course.
He sensed movement coming towards the library and re-assumed his posture from when Emily came in, hoping that she too would hear what would soon be footsteps and take his example. | Name: Etrasus (demon and casting name), Edward (human name that he identifies himself as)
Being: Demonic Spirit, also interpretable as an “Evil Genie” that is fully independent.
Age: ~600-700 years; looks about 26
Gender: Male
Appearance:
In human form…
Tall, always wearing a business suit and with a grim face. His face is a bit memorable in that his eyes are a striking deep blue. People staring directly at him can also see very faint wisps from the spirit world, but not enough to be particularly suspicious.
Spirit(True) Appearance...
He has long lost a true form, instead becoming more or less a shifting concentrated mass of dark energy with a humanoid inner form. Those that can see him this way tend to also see illusions and clustered spirits on the side; his body is almost a prism around which spirits are more easily seen.
Powers:
-Conjuring: Although he is by no means a genie in powers, he can create simple things (a chair, a non complicated sword, etc). Simple in that more intricate things, such as flashlights or lamps, can’t be simply conjured up by him. This makes it impossible for him to actually create beings; since DNA is something that is more sophisticated than today’s top supercomputers.
-Summoning: He can call beings weaker than himself into the normal dimension, due to his affinity with both sides.
-Spiritual Connection: His origins are in the spiritual dimension, and therefore, he can switch between them at will, although he must always leave something behind so he can actually come back.
-The Spellbook: He has a spell book, many spells in which he knows, that is essentially a compilation of forbidden magics as well as things such as binding spells and resources a witch would have access to. More intricate spells are impossible for him to use without this.
The book can be stolen, but the magics within have a certain nature of luring people into the more corrupting spells; if kept with somebody for a long time they may well end up just as bad as he is. The book is almost indestructible by normal means but can be destroyed by specialty spells. If separated from it, he does not know exactly where the book is, but he is lured in its direction.
The most potent spell in this book is a ritual for him to absorb the power of souls.
-Illusion: Unless his opponent is intimate with magic or a genie, he can create illusions that seem perfectly real. This ability extends into dreams.
-Spiritual nature: Spiritual beings are almost impossible to kill but can be banished or bound to something. Banishment into the spiritual dimension or binding to an object or building is possible, but flat out death… well… it is about as effective as killing a dead person.
Bio:
Born in the middle ages, he fell victim to the Black Plague; a fate more than suiting him, considering he was probably the biggest dirtbag scammer and betrayer to be around. He became demonic due to exposure to the Spellbook, which he is so extremely fond of these days. It is said to have been created in the roman era with spells of its own that make it almost an entity in and of itself.
Long story short, the book’s enchantments allowed him to be connected to the normal dimension when he died. He went into the “business” of being “hired” by witches. Ever since then, he has tricked witches into thinking he works for them, all the way until they are completely dependent upon him. At that point, he kills them and takes their souls for more power. His greatest successes were some genies that he managed to pick up and absorb, although those powers he has found decay over time and become almost useless. His policy with them is to keep them as they serve his uses (often acting as extensions of his schemes to lure witches or other innocents in), and when he gets tired of them (or almost at the end of the time that he gets benefits from absorbing the last one) he uses a ritual to bind their powers to him and take their newly stripped of power souls into his own.
Personality:
Slick dealer, who can make himself look like your best friend in a time of need and proceed to backstab you when the time of need is almost over. That’s essentially who he is. |
47,309 | 1,280 | 15 | 1,712 | 2,117 | Aaron couldn’t help but chuckle at Leo’s indignation. Their relationship had been one of mutual pestering for years, and it wasn’t changing with maturity. Adrienne seemed to like Leo enough, but remarked that she didn’t even know his name yet.
Aaron straightened immediately, running a hand through his hair and clearing his throat. “Oh, excuse me, how rude of me…” He offered a hand, ever the perfect gentleman. “I’m Aaron. Aaron Maevyn, medical student, to be exact. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He smiled.
Leo seemed crestfallen when Adrienne stopped petting him, glaring in his direction as if it was his fault. “Oh, you’ll get over it,” he said smugly, under the guise of helpfulness. “Maybe try crawling up her dress next time, eh?” He stifled a laugh. He’d regret this later. He had a feeling he’d return to a torn-up garden or smeared spellbook pages.
Just then, another student came up, warning them that the professor might see Leo any moment. Of course, Aaron wasn’t too concerned, but he figured it was best to be on the safe side. “Of course, thank you.” He nodded, and all too soon the stranger was gone again.
As it turned out, Adrienne was headed to the library. “Oh, well we’d best be off then!” He clapped, and gestured toward the exit, motioning for Adrienne to take the lead. While her back was turned, he looked around hurriedly and plucked a small handful of cotton candy from a container in his bag. Quickly, he stooped to give it to Leo, muttering, “There, happy now? And don’t give me that look.” He did not expect Leo to oblige. | Name: Aaron Maevyn
Being: Human - Witch (‘Caster’, as he’ll tell you)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Aaron stands at an even 6'2. He's not a muscular man, being tall and lean and light. His hair is black, shining brown in bright light, with a thin silver streak near the front (a birthmark.) His eyes are a dark brown. His attire normally consists of semi-formalwear in public (a pair of good pants and a nice shirt). At home, his clothes are much more relaxed and 'exotic', a nod to his magical heritage. Under his shirt (or just plainly when not in public) he wears a few long necklaces. These hold pendants and charms given to him by his grandmother, who believes they help balance the soul and augment his magical ability. The feather earring and rings are also a nod to his grandmother, and though he'd never wear them in public, he wears them at home, to visit her, and while performing particularly advanced magic.
Powers: Aaron is a skilled witch (wizard? In any case, he prefers the term ‘Caster’) for his age. He can cast an array of simple spells without a word but still relies on a reference for more complicated and powerful spells. He’s particularly adept in potion making and medicinal uses of witchcraft.
Bio: Aaron comes from a long line of witches, though he is the first boy in his family to show any magical ability. His grandmother and two great-aunts raised him, and taught him everything he knows.
Currently, Aaron attends university for medicine. He aims to become a doctor and find a way to combine both medicinal witchcraft and modern medicine in an effort to improve them both, and to save lives.
Personality: Aaron is an earthy and decent fellow, a smart boy without a mean bone in his body. He’s clever and witty, somewhat feminine, but mostly remains genuine and courteous. Being a man raised in the early 1900’s he’s chivalrous and polite to all he meets. He has his gloomy side, as all people do, and his angry side as well. Though, more often than not he won’t be the one starting the fight, rather trying to break it up. He can definitely be a worrier, and sometimes he cares too much for his own good. He remains devoted to the sanctity of life and dislikes harming or killing anything without a reason.
He also takes pride in his magical heritage and steeps himself in it. It helps that he still lives with his grandmother and aunts in a large, old house filled to the brim with everything a witch needs to practice magic. He's become somewhat of an apothecary among his friends, who simply think he's good with home remedies.
Here it is finally! Forgive the lack of eloquence here, but I find if I try to make a sheet to the quality of a post it runs way too long. Wanted to keep it brief so more IC progress can be made. |
47,310 | 1,280 | 16 | 1,201 | 1,278 | Alana accepted Aaron's hand, giving it a firm shake. "Likewise, Aaron." she said coolly as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She left out her major as it probably wasn't that important to share and she wasn't here to graduate or do anything like that anyways. It was too bad that he seemed like a nice guy, since she has to deliver him to his destroyer in no more than a week's worth of time. Maybe they would be friends in another life, as she likes to say though she was somewhat certain she was immortal, making reincarnation an unlikely option. Oh she was starting to drift off into her thoughts. Oops. She made herself refocus in onto the conversation, and was relieved she didn't miss much, at least she didn't think she missed anything.
Alana acknowledged Aaron's gesture with a nod and exited the classroom, making her way towards the library with Aaron and Leo behind her. It wasn't that long of a walk, but she made sure to take her time. No doubt Emily was already there, probably starting her lessons with Estrasus and she wouldn't mind missing that. She took slow, careful steps and hoped that it wouldn't bother Aaron though it was impossible for her to move quickly as her dress was tight and restricted too much movement anyways. It was a nice day to be outdoors and the school's campus was as lovely as ever. There was a soft breeze that felt nice against her face, causing her lips curled up into a smile. "So Aaron," she began, looking at him with an intense expression as if she was trying to peer into his very soul. "Are you... oh never mind." She turned the other way, not completing her thought. For some reason, she was in a very pensive mood and it was even weirder for her to want to talk about her thoughts. She placed her index finger on her cheek and she continued to look for the right words to say. "So, why are you heading to the library? To study? For your own leisure?" she asked, finally breaking the silence. Should she invite him to meet Estrasus and Emily? Was that too sudden? She had just met the guy and it would be weird for her to just introduce him to her 'friends'. Yes, it was better not to take him to Estrasus too early. Emily would probably scare him off anyways with her elitist vibes and Estrasus wasn't even a student so that would just be weird. So she kept her mouth shut and waited for his response. | Name: Alana the Genie (last name might be revealed later in the RP as she 'lost' it when she became enslaved)
Being: Genie
Age: Appears to be in her Early-Mid 20s
Gender: Female
Appearance:
For the most part she appears human unless she transforms into another creature. Alana has long, dark brown wavy hair that reaches her waist. Her large, almond-shaped eyes are a brilliant amber, and she has a mole right below her left eye. Her lips are a soft, light pink that are almost always in a pout or frown as she has no more reason to smile. She is only 5"2 but seems taller since she has a habit of levitating instead of standing on the ground.
Powers: Reality Bending with Limitations: Alana as an all powerful genie, has the abilities to create things into existence, transform, manipulate other things and creatures, and just about anything her owner wants her to do. However, she cannot alter people's wills, passions, and other strong emotions.
Bio: Alana is Estrasus' genie and forced to fulfill all of his commands. Why? Well, you're just going to have to find out later on.
Personality: Alana is forced to be blindly obedient to Estrasus but she hates his guts. Most of her personality is gone due to the fact that he owns her so she appears lifeless and apathetic. Occasionally, she will make sarcastic remarks that reveals a bit about her true nature. She does have a soft spot somewhere but tries not to show it in fear that he may use it against her. |
47,311 | 1,280 | 17 | 153 | 828 | Rosalie
Light played through the glass panels encasing the greenhouse, while some were stained-glass set in the shapes of angels and scenes straight out of myths and legends that cast rainbow colored hues across the vegetation within. The greenery itself was ethereal, with wispy trees and multicolored roses dotting it's interior, making it look more like a fanciful garden than a greenhouse by all regards. The sounds of chirping could be heard from nearly anywhere within the confines of the garden as birds bathed themselves in the stone basins set out for their use: many of the fowl had made the inside of this lush paradise their own home, and the caretaker of the greenhouse welcomed their inclusion. A few rabbits poked around in the grass, hopping to and fro across paved paths.
The scene seemed as if out a fairy tale, a picturesque moment that should be captured in a child's memory. A woman in a floor-length dress of extravagant design walked lackadaisically across one of the pathways in deep thought. Her floppy hat shaded her fair skin from what little light made it through the canopy of leaves overhead. Yet even as she shone with a peculiar inward radiance, the greenery around her seemed to drain of it's life and color. A lone leaf fell from above her and to the earth below, withering away before it even touched the pavement beneath her feet. She paid it no mind, simply crunching it beneath her heeled shoe as she strode ever onward, toward the center of the greenhouse. Wisps of light began to coalesce around her before taking the shape of a small, foot tall glowing figure with wings flapping at light-speed to keep itself afloat.
“M-m-m-my M-mistress, he is here, we should-” The small person said in a deep masculine voice that did not seem appropriate with his stature. She put a thin hand into the air, cutting off the speaker. “Do not presume to think I do not know of his presence within these grounds, or what it means for my quest, Kalen.” She nearly hissed the words out, her violet eyes glinting dangerously beneath her hat. “I will find the necessary talent to acquire the artifact, and if that means smiting that foul creature in the process, then I shall have to do that as well! Do I make myself perfectly clear? If you come back once more without a proper fledgling...” She left the hint of a punishment in the air, and the small man, Kalen, shuddered at the thoughts swimming in his own brain. “Now, make me happy Kalen dearest... Go find anything, ANYONE, with magical energy that isn't him or his flunkies, and bring them to me so that I might implore the goodness of their hearts to aid me.”
Without another word, Kalen dispersed into shimmering fractals of light and sped away from the greenhouse in search of young folk possessing magic of any degree. The woman continued her stroll, back in deep thought, not seeming to notice or care as small plants withered around her. A long leaf from a weeping willow there, a budding rose here, a procession of decay as she left husks behind in her wake. If one were to look closely, and possess the talent, small tendrils of energy could be seen drifting from the vegetation to meld into the woman's fair skin.
Leo
Without preamble, Leo bit into the cotton candy voraciously. It wasn't nearly enough, but it would suffice... for now. He could think of a thousand different ways to make Aaron's life more difficult later on today. Perhaps he would drag in a dead pigeon and hide it in the bottom drawer of the dresser? That seemed like the perfect tit-for-tat, and it sent Leo to half-purring, half-growling at the stupendousness of the idea. Absolutely brilliant! Marvelous, even! He complimented himself with a figurative pat on the back, and his walk became just a bit more jaunty – his tail went up even further, swishing back and forth as if in tune to a song.
The way that the girl, Adrienne, was acting seemed peculiar to Leo. Something was off about today, something that he couldn't quite put his paw on, but it sent shivers up and down his spine. He wondered if there was another witch on campus...
Instead of dwelling on it further, he would come back later in his Anima form and scout during the night for lingering magical energies. He pounced ahead of them, placing a paw on one of the doors to the Library and waiting for Aaron and the very pretty girl to arrive.
Emily
Emily furrowed her brow at Edward's sudden posture change and mimicked it, still confused. She had learned to ask … minimal questions regarding his instructions, vocal or not, and instead pretended that she was just another student, taking her bag and sitting down at one of the nearby tables. She opened a large textbook – mathematics – and began to actually study, becoming invested in the book. If those were other students, not just Alana, then this could take awhile. Most of the students on campus were buffoons who didn't know one stack from another in the Library, and it seemed they often needed Edward's assistance to find the most common of titles. Her thoughts eventually drifted towards practicing magic, and becoming more powerful in it's use. Her hand stroked her umbrella-wand lovingly, possessively, as she stared down at the numbers and figures printed on the pages of the book in front of her. | Characters who are Characters
Tenebris Anima
Leo Fortis,
but you can just call me Leo, sweet morsel.
Being: Familiar, Spirit - Lion
Age: Presumably ancient, though he acts somewhat immature at times
Gender: ?? (Looks male)
Appearance:
Leo's casual, every day form is that of a rather large golden-furred house cat with a lion's tail and a white mane of fur that frames his face and runs along his back in the way that lion's would. His eyes vary from light green to white depending on his mood - green for relaxed or happy, white for alert or angry. He weighs a substantial amount in this form, even though he doesn't look it, and when picking him up people tend to be shocked. He stands around knee height on women who are of average height.
In his Anima form, Leo grows to a significant size and sprouts wings. (The top of his head reaches 6 feet (183cm), and his wingspan is large enough to carry him in flight). He weighs in around 800 pounds (363kg). In this form, he is big enough to carry his Master and another one, preferably a female (unless forced to undertake carrying another one of those "males" around).
Powers:
Regular Form: Speech, basic magic abilities such as:
minor telekinesis (example: floating a small object)
minor manipulation of fire (example: lighting a candle)
minor manipulation of air (example: blowing out a candle)
detect magic (example: allows him to detect if magical creatures may be nearby (example: an average-sized gymnasium)
Anima Form: Speech, major magic abilities such as:
major telekinesis (example: floating a car)
major manipulation of fire (example: he becomes a dragon! lololol xD naw, like a fireball)
major manipulation of air (example: he uses his wings to manipulate gusts of wind that can knock a person/being over if unprepared)
major detect magic (example: able to detect magical spells cast within a large area (a two block radius) and able to detect if magical creatures are nearby (a block radius)
Additonal Information: His Anima Form is not something to be used frequently, and it takes a heavy toll on Leo unless his Master provides him with supplemental magical energy to retain the form. After used, Leo must go into a resting period of little to no magic use, as well as being stuck in his regular form.
Bio: Leo's contract to his newest Master leaves him unable to discuss his past Masters and Mistresses, but one thing is known for certain: Leo does not like male witches. When he was released from the magical grimoire he was imprisoned in, he wasn't exactly happy to have Aaron as his new Master. It's taken time for Leo to warm up to him, but now Leo has staked a claim on the young witchling (or Caster as Aaron insists).
Personality: Leo is usually laid back, in a dignified and proud sort of way, but a competitive streak runs deep within him. He is flirtatious with the fairer gender, but highly dislikes men – that is, except for Aaron, who Leo shares an interesting familiar–master relationship with. Leo likes to play pranks on Aaron, and generally get in the way of the young witchling. However, if Aaron were to get into real danger, Leo would step in to protect his Master with a ferocity. He adores eating "clouds" of all things, and has taken to eating cotton candy as a substitute, and makes sure Aaron knows that he needs a steady supply of the fluffy food.
Emily Rose Cain
Being: Human – Witch
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Emily is extremely well kept and proper – every hair laid perfectly in it's place, no wrinkles in her pristine clothing, a shine on her leather loafers, and a straight posture wherever she goes. She always has a polite smile and greeting at the ready, but somehow they feel fake. Her well-maintained bob is dark brown with faint golden highlights, and her eyes are stormy grey adorned by thick eyelashes. Her skin is a fair alabaster tone that has little to no blemishing, save for a small birthmark on her neck under her right ear in the vague shape of a star. To top it all off, her eyebrows are manicured to the tee – essentially the picture of perfectionism.
Powers:
To be decided.
Bio: With high expectations from her family, Emily has always been at the top of her class, and always been picked for class president. With no time to play, Emily made no friends and has spent most of her life living in text books, day in and day out, robotically. That was, until she met Edward and began to awaken to her Witch powers. Now everything is so much more fun!
Personality: Gripped by the severe complex that has been instilled into her by her family, she strives for perfection in literally everything she does. This pressure has forced her into a shell of herself, and has only recently found an outlet for all of her anxiety, depression, frustration, and jealousy.
While using her magic, Emily has never felt more free, and she has so much fun that she is prone to uncontrollable laughter, fits of twitching, and acts of cruelty beyond her normal scope – and has a hard time remembering what is right and wrong.
Characters who are more like NPCS
Rosalie la Forte
Being: ?? (presumably a Witch)
Age: ?? (appears late twenties to early thirites)
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Eccentric is the best way to describe Rosalie's appearance. She wears the largest floppy hats she can find, typically bedazzled with pearls and feathers. Her dresses are always cinched at the waist and poof out while they flow to the ground. She accentuates her outfits with pearl necklaces and many different kinds of rings studded with emeralds, sapphires, amethysts, and rubies. Her silky dark blonde hair reaches the backs of her thighs, though she normally keeps it in a long french braid and piled on the back of her head, with a healthy dose of pearls beaded throughout. Her eyes are light violet with flecks of yellow, complimented by thick mascara and smoky eyeshadow.
When Rosalie begins her magical conquests, she always starts everything off by changing into her witching attire as if by magical transformation. It comes complete with star and tarot themed accessories, and the biggest, floppiest pointy witch's hat she could find. She grows a reptilian-like tail and some scales appear on her cheeks and forehead.
Powers:
To be revealed throughout RP.
What is known so far...
Rosalie appears to be capable of manipulating the emotions and memories of regular humans and newbie witches.
Bio:
Rosalie appeared one day in Neworth, a mysterious and outlandish lady who claimed to own a large plot of land that the locals thought was haunted and had left alone for many years since the last owners mysteriously vanished. On this land is an incredibly large mansion, several guest houses, an observatory, an aviary, a green house and a large swimming area, several mausoleums – and none of it is being used, nor has Rosalie stepped on to the property since her arrival. Instead, she has been funding the University, the only stipulation being that she would be allowed to run a club at the University in hopes that some one, or several some ones, would help her with her problem.
Her club room is settled on a remote portion of the campus in a large greenhouse, run by Rosalie and some meager volunteers, who all quit soon after joining claiming weird things happen there. Come visit the Lotus Garden, and perhaps you will find out what Rosalie is searching for.
Personality:
She happy is quirky, oddly mysterious, usually leaning towards niceties than rudeness. She can be prone to quick and violent outbursts of anger if people push her the wrong way. Many gentlemen, and gentlewomen, have found themselves attracted to her and tried to woo her, only to find themselves maneuvered out of her way without knowing whether they were coming or going. Though infuriating in her own way, many people find it is hard to be mad at her for long, though they don't fully understand why.
Behind all of her magical tomfoolery and manipulation of emotions, she is remarkably the same as she usually is, though perhaps a tad bit more elusive. One thing is for certain, Rosalie wants what she wants, and she will not take no for an answer.
Oh yeah, tea time is a rule for her. No exceptions.
Kalen
Being: Will o Wisp
Age: ?? (appears youthful)
Gender: Male
Appearance:
A 1'1'' tall ball of hunky masculinity... sort of. He has feminine hints to his appearance, but his deep masculine voice is incredibly offsetting for most people who are just meeting him. He garbs himself in an emerald green silk tunic with golden embroidery, and black silk pants. At his waist is a pointy rapier.
When he disperses into wisp-form, he becomes green and white shimmering light.
Powers:
To be revealed throughout RP.
What is known so far...
He can disperse and coalesce at will into, and out of, light.
Bio:
Kalen is a will-o-wisp who obeys Rosalie's commands. (more to be revealed throughout RP)
Personality:
An obedient and immaculate servant, with a penchant for being overly-cautious. He seems to have a stutter when he becomes overwhelmed or excited. |
47,312 | 1,280 | 18 | 2,736 | 7,385 | Having almost exited the building, Aiace was about ready to go pick up one or two supplies and head back to the cozy kitchen he had access to when a vague memory sparked at the back of his brain, prompting him to place his notebook under his arm and dig through his bag once again. Didn't I already...oh no! Pulling out one of the books inside, his expression changed to one of surprise and slight dismay as he realized what he had forgotten.
I was supposed to return this book today! I have to get it back to the library before I end up fined...and I don't want the librarian mad at me, either. He's too scary. The boy shuddered a bit as he remembered the man in charge of the books. Something about him was just generally terrifying to the young feline, though he wasn't sure if it was just the imposing appearance he seemed to have or the weird feeling he got from him. He smelled like something else he would rather avoid as well, though he couldn't imagine why a school staff member would have such a scent. Surely I'm overreacting...it's just because he looks intimidating, that's all...and my mind must be playing off that to increase my aversion...yeah, that's it...
With an attempt to gulp back his fear, he returned his notebook to his bag and clutched the other tome to his chest as he turned and began to walk in the direction of the library. Who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll be too busy to see me. I can just drop it off at the desk and leave without seeing him at all. | Name: Aiace "Rose" Cavallero
Being: Bakeneko
Age: Appears to be close to the age of 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Approximately 5' 7" in his human (or nearly-human) form with brunette hair that falls just below shoulder length. He usually wears it tied back, but in combination with his general face shape, it does sometimes cause him to appear a bit feminine to those not paying close attention. His ears and tail, when visible outside of his fully-human form, display a fur color a little darker than his hair. His eyes are an olive green color, usually hidden behind a pair of glasses.
As a cat, he's fairly small with dark fur and a split tail.
Powers: Poison Immunity - developed at some point during the transformation process, along with his apparent issue with his eating capabilities...
Nutrition from Nothing - he can eat pretty much anything. It doesn't mean that he never regrets it, however, for any number of reasons. He also has trouble avoiding uncovered corpses due to the nature of his abilities.
Shape Shifting - only for forms of dead bodies consumed. Their living appearance is used rather than their nonliving ones.
Bio: Aiace has been traveling for a while, trying to avoid being caught by curious humans and generally trying to get used to the changes in his life. At this point, he's mostly used to the surprises turning into a 'demon cat' has brought, with the exception of a few little extras here and there. As a result of his unfortunate habits that seem to have come along with his powers, he has become very interested in the realm of food, what makes it taste good, and how it could taste better.
Personality: Usually fairly polite and relaxed about many things, but very passionate when it comes to food and a little tense about the subject of test experiments. He has a bit of trouble eating things he's not supposed to, sometimes without even realizing it.
At times, he can act like a bit of an airhead and can be distracted fairly easily, but has had enough unfortunate experiences at this point to know when it's time to be serious. |
47,313 | 1,281 | 0 | 312 | 1,164 | Vic stared at the screen to his computer as he looked at his character statistics.
WingViper
Level 15
HP: ...
Stamina: ...
He smiled. It had taken a couple weeks, but he was finally at a high enough level to join a party and go on some quests. He was practically shaking with mirth as he went to put on the helmet and log into CyberDream proper. He slipped the helmet past his dirty blonde hair and over his eyes, which he closed as the system prepared, reading his brainwaves and translating them into a code relay, disconnecting his mammilian brain from his body, leaving the reptilian portion in control of his vital functions while his mind drifted into the game.
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Wing opened his eyes from a bed in what was basically a set of communal barracks. He quickly headed out with a smile. It was time to join his first party in CD, qne he honestly couldn't wait. He nearly ran over a shorter player as he headed to the mission board. It was an introductory dungeon, for players who were level 15 and had never partied in CD beforre. The first 15 levels were all about getting used to the game systems. Enemy locks, guided weapon use, automatic reloading, automatic aiming, Wing had gotten used to all these things by level 10 of course, but he knew they were systems designed to help newbies to the genre, and eventually he would be able to turn off those options as needed.
The best players of FDMMOs were able to perform better than the aided movements were, and Wing was no slouch. Not that it mattered, since the aids were locked to use until reaching level 50, but when he got there...
He chuckled as he entered an instanced lobby, designed like the back of a troop carrier. He was a little annoyed that the game itself had locked his EXP until he completed this mission, but he didn't mind. The game certainly had enough polish to help newbies out, which was surprising, especially for a Free to Play. Hell, it had more polish than a lot of full subscription games. Even more shocking, the game didn't try to sell on microtransactions or follow the pay-to-win model. It was certainly weird.
Still, Wing wasn't complaining. The game was so open for customization that he was having a lot more fun with it already. Finally it was time to get into the game for real. There were six more spots in the carrier for new party members, who, unfortunately were chosen by a random global matchup system. He remembered reading that the matchup system took play data over the first 15 levels, choosing parties who could play consistently together if wanted, by compiling data on play times, general log in/out times, and even character builds, automatically putting together a well balanced team.
Still, Wing couldn't help but wonder what sort of people the system would party him with. | Character Name: WingViper
Character Gender: Male
Player Name: Victor Abe
Player Gender: Male
Player Age: 24
Personality: Personable and friendly, though a bit reckless. Tends to very much enjoy a good fight, which is why he plays Full-Dive MMOs
Skills: Longswords, Rocket Launchers, Heavy Armor, Genius
Stat Focuses: Strength, Endurance, Dexterity, Constitution
Character Appearance: Brown hair tied back to a ponytail, sideburns and scruffy face. Deep purple eyes, muscular build. Tends to favor greens and dark browns in gear colors. Appears to be roughly 180 cm tall. Personal flair is a red bandana tied around the left bicep.
Player Appearance: Dirty blonde hair and hazel colored eyes, with a slight Asian tilt. Somewhat skinny and wears black plastic glasses. Stands at 183 cm tall. Pale skin
Player Bio: Programming student from Chicago. Was introduced to full dive gaming by a friend who died in a car accident. As such, he took on his friend's online handle. |
47,314 | 1,281 | 1 | 1,602 | 2,499 | Alexis Snow
Alexis had been walking to the mission board, excited that she had finally reached level 15 and could finally enter quests and stuff with other players, almost nothing could ruin her good mood. That was, until she was nearly trampled and knocked over by someone that was either clearly more excited than she was or simply didn't care about other players. "Jerk!" She shouted, flipping him off.
Of course, her words met nothing but pixels as the man was transported to an instance. She sighed walking over. She was by no means the most skilled player, but she felt she was still pretty good and wanted a chance to show others.
First thing she had to do was get past the introductory quest. Barely containing her excitement she practically punched the holographic 'Accept' button. She was instantaneously transported to the back of a troop carrier...with the guy that had nearly trampled her.
She glared and crossed her arms "You could watch where you are going, you know?" She spoke. She didn't figure it would be all to hard for people to not run into her, especially with the hues her clothes were. I mean, c'mon, who can't see bright pink shorts? | Character Name: Driftl0rd776 (shortened of course to Drift Lord)
Character Gender: Male
Player Name: Jason Fearn
Player Gender: Male
Player Age: 20
Personality: Jason is a rather cocky and arrogant individual, often taunting and performing 'trickshots' on his opponents as much as possible. He succeeds in this due to a fair amount of luck, which he neglects to acknowledge, instead thinking it was all skill. However, even with this rather bad side of his personality Jason is rather kind and friendly to his team mates, and isn't one to rage or get 'salty' over the game should anything happen. One word to describe him would be loyal, if you are good towards him he will return that goodness tenfold and do practically anything you ask of him.
Skills: Sniper rifles, submachine guns, light armour, genius.
Stat Focuses: Dexterity, Endurance, Constitution, Intelligence
Character Appearance: Driftlord's most noticeable piece of clothing is his slouch hat. Underneath of which rests a long, brushed back set of hair that melds into a hearty set of mutton chops. A bandana hangs around his neck which he pulls up when attempting to be covert. He usually wears dark colours or just plain black depending on the situation.
Player Appearance: Jason stands at about 6 foot 4 and has the muscular physique of an amateur rugby player. His hair is light brown and usually styled into a small quiff. His eyes are a piercing blue, contrasting with the colour of his hair slightly. He is usually never seen without his cap, which bears the name "Sleaford Mods".
Player Bio: Jason was born in Edinburgh, Scotland and had a pretty normal early life really. The only exception was his skill and interest in rugby, which he played just about as much as he could whether it be on his schools team or just at the local park. He got into video games at around the age of 12, and became obsessed with having the most skill and being the best. Of course, this had a negative effect on not only his health but his social life. He noticed this and began cutting down and started returning to rugby. Before he knew it, his school life was over and he had to choose what he really wanted to do in life. After much consideration he decided upon moving to America to study sound engineering at university. This was when he got into Full Dive Gaming. A friend he had made at uni introduced it to him and the flood of skill and competitiveness washed over Jason. He's been hooked ever since. |
47,315 | 1,281 | 2 | 464 | 1,183 | It had been a long day, but Alana wasn't going to let that stop her from enjoying her game. Not too long ago, she received the VR system and became absolutely indulged in this online MMORPG, one that she'd never heard of and could recall being told that it was brand spankin' new. Regardless, it seemed like it had taken an eternity for her to finally reach level 15, which pulled her out of the "newb" category. At least, she thought. What it did mean, she knew, was that she could, at last, join quests and parties with other players.
As she sat at her desk, she cracked her knuckles and began the process of logging onto her account. Then, she reached over and plucked the VR helmet from the far-right side of the table and secured it onto her cranium. It was her day off from work. She was going to enjoy it.
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When Mewgirl appeared on screen, rising from a virtual bed, it surprised her a little bit. She'd forgotten that this was where the game opened. Immediately, she headed outside of the building and approached the mission board. Of course, there was only one option for her current level. She was filled with enthusiasm and excitement as she selected it and was taken to an area where three other players were waiting with her.
"Hello," she said just as she'd heard the words flame decal for my rifle. | Character Name: Mewgirl
Character Gender: Female
Character Appearance: No taller than 120cm. Pastel blue hair and deep sapphire-colored eyes. Has unique circular markings on the left cheek. Wears a royal blue crop-top with matching shorts and sandals. Has a nice, tanned skin color.
Skills: Long-swords, crossbows, light armor, and axes.
Stat Focuses: Strength, endurance, and dexterity.
Player Name: Alana Baker
Player Gender: Female
Player Age: 21
Player Appearance: Black hair cut between medium and short length with flat bangs. Around 165cm tall and of average weight (not thin, not heavy.) Wears rectangular, thin-framed glasses with rounded edges. Has russet brown eyes. Normally wears jeans and a dark blue hoodie with black shoes. Rather pale, but not sickly so.
Personality: She loves to be acknowledged and engaged in conversation. However, she is put down easily at even the slightest bit of criticism. When she plays games, she likes to focus on training to deal the most damage. She doesn't have very strategic thinking and boldly dives into any situation, which doesn't always produce a positive outcome.
Player Bio: Alana is a mechanical engineering student with an associate's degree of science. She comes from a financially well-off family who was able to save enough to pay for most of her schooling. She now works a part-time waitress job while attending school and throwing in her gaming habits. |
47,316 | 1,281 | 3 | 312 | 1,164 | Wing looked up and frowned with a weak laugh. "Sorry, just a bit excited. It's been a while since I've done any party quests." He said, addressing the first entry. It was mere seconds before others started piling in. He couldn't help but laugh a little at the scotsman's comment.
"You know they had a level 1 flair quest, right?" He asked, pointing at the bandanna tied to his arm. "You probably could have gotten a decal from that." He laughed. As they were inspecting their guns, he drew a long-sword. The blade was black, made with high carbon steel according to the in game description. Held its edge until the weapon was almost out of health, but the moment it ran out, the blade dropped to no attack at all, breaking into pieces. Still, he liked the little rookie weapon.
He resheathed it, then held out his Panzerfaust. "Heh. You're lucky though. I've got shit all for access at low levels. This thing's low accuracy and only gets one shot per carried unit. Literally one and done." He sighed. "Takes up most of my carrying capacity... If I carry more than one I can't even carry stim packs or aid kits," he sighed.
It was around that time that a fifth player entered the transport. "Hey, come on in!" Wing spoke. "Oh, and I'm WingViper. Real name Vic. Call me Wing though." 'And I swear to God, I'll cut the next person who calls me Vic Viper...' He thought to himself, prudently not speaking the last line. | Character Name: WingViper
Character Gender: Male
Player Name: Victor Abe
Player Gender: Male
Player Age: 24
Personality: Personable and friendly, though a bit reckless. Tends to very much enjoy a good fight, which is why he plays Full-Dive MMOs
Skills: Longswords, Rocket Launchers, Heavy Armor, Genius
Stat Focuses: Strength, Endurance, Dexterity, Constitution
Character Appearance: Brown hair tied back to a ponytail, sideburns and scruffy face. Deep purple eyes, muscular build. Tends to favor greens and dark browns in gear colors. Appears to be roughly 180 cm tall. Personal flair is a red bandana tied around the left bicep.
Player Appearance: Dirty blonde hair and hazel colored eyes, with a slight Asian tilt. Somewhat skinny and wears black plastic glasses. Stands at 183 cm tall. Pale skin
Player Bio: Programming student from Chicago. Was introduced to full dive gaming by a friend who died in a car accident. As such, he took on his friend's online handle. |
47,317 | 1,281 | 4 | 464 | 1,183 | Dammit, those non-Full Dive games distracted me too much... A man sitting on a comfortable semi-sports bucket seat facing a computer muttered.
He quickly proceeded to close the somewhat primitive game he was playing, booting another application which displayed some kind of stats of "Ars_Magna", indicating they have reached level 15, and some indication of their statuses such as health and stamina. The man seemed to smile a bit before he swiftly reached out for a helmet-alike object, fitting it into his head with speed.
What the man saw next was a ceiling, which wasn't his room's one, but still familiar to him. He knew he was lying on a bed, quickly waking up like if it was his bedroom before making the bed he was in. He then sprinted outside and located a board with a holographical "Mission Board" sign, noticing a small holographic screen appear in front of him. He quickly decided to touch a red row which was nearly on top of the screen, before touching the "Accept" button which appeared on the screen, completely ignoring the "Refuse" button near the button the man touched.
Soon, the man realized he was in an area which seemed like the back of a troop carrier, seeing five people there.
"Hello everyone, sorry that I almost got late." The man apologized. | Character Name: Mewgirl
Character Gender: Female
Character Appearance: No taller than 120cm. Pastel blue hair and deep sapphire-colored eyes. Has unique circular markings on the left cheek. Wears a royal blue crop-top with matching shorts and sandals. Has a nice, tanned skin color.
Skills: Long-swords, crossbows, light armor, and axes.
Stat Focuses: Strength, endurance, and dexterity.
Player Name: Alana Baker
Player Gender: Female
Player Age: 21
Player Appearance: Black hair cut between medium and short length with flat bangs. Around 165cm tall and of average weight (not thin, not heavy.) Wears rectangular, thin-framed glasses with rounded edges. Has russet brown eyes. Normally wears jeans and a dark blue hoodie with black shoes. Rather pale, but not sickly so.
Personality: She loves to be acknowledged and engaged in conversation. However, she is put down easily at even the slightest bit of criticism. When she plays games, she likes to focus on training to deal the most damage. She doesn't have very strategic thinking and boldly dives into any situation, which doesn't always produce a positive outcome.
Player Bio: Alana is a mechanical engineering student with an associate's degree of science. She comes from a financially well-off family who was able to save enough to pay for most of her schooling. She now works a part-time waitress job while attending school and throwing in her gaming habits. |
47,318 | 1,281 | 5 | 312 | 1,164 | Viper laughed a little. "Nothing any good for actual battle at low level, that's for sure," he said, regarding the question of specializations. "I guess technically I'm a tank," he laughed. "I doubt anyone here has as much HP or Stamina as I do. I can take damage like nobody's business... I also have some real heavy artillery," he explained.
He then looked to Magna and couldn't help but smirk. He'd seen that look before. "So, how many kids do we have in the party?" He asked. "Need to know how much I'll need to curb my language.
After a while, it seemed nobody else was coming. "Well, I guess we'll be it." he explained. "So, if you're ready, We can all set ready status." | Character Name: WingViper
Character Gender: Male
Player Name: Victor Abe
Player Gender: Male
Player Age: 24
Personality: Personable and friendly, though a bit reckless. Tends to very much enjoy a good fight, which is why he plays Full-Dive MMOs
Skills: Longswords, Rocket Launchers, Heavy Armor, Genius
Stat Focuses: Strength, Endurance, Dexterity, Constitution
Character Appearance: Brown hair tied back to a ponytail, sideburns and scruffy face. Deep purple eyes, muscular build. Tends to favor greens and dark browns in gear colors. Appears to be roughly 180 cm tall. Personal flair is a red bandana tied around the left bicep.
Player Appearance: Dirty blonde hair and hazel colored eyes, with a slight Asian tilt. Somewhat skinny and wears black plastic glasses. Stands at 183 cm tall. Pale skin
Player Bio: Programming student from Chicago. Was introduced to full dive gaming by a friend who died in a car accident. As such, he took on his friend's online handle. |
47,319 | 1,282 | 0 | 1,489 | 1,400 | The city block looked like any other block, at least if you only took a moment to gaze at it before hurrying on thanks to that terror inducing sensation that started at the base of your skull and shot down all the way to your neck like when a high school bully whose nose was touching yours while one hand flexed over your windpipe and the other held something a lot more sensitive to damage below your waist: sure there wasn't exactly violence going on, but that didn't mean it wasn't lurking around the corner, juggling knives, and just waiting for someone to take a wrong turn. As it stood fifteen wardens had gone into the block looking for the source of the fear inducing aura and none have come out. In fact, nothing had come out, aside from the occasional red court vampire in a human disguise. If you spent enough time watching the place you'd realize that birds didn't even fly over the area above it. If there was a big flock heading in its direction they just parted like water going around a stone or people in a rich part of town avoiding a corner filled with beggars.
In a room with a view, at least on a few blocks away from the building in question, a lone warden sat on a chair with cold cup of tea on the arm rest. In his hand was a letter explaining to him what he, and the others that should be arriving shortly, were supposed to do: investigate the building at the center of the area, and neutralize any red court activity. "This is a bad idea." He said folding his arms and crossing his legs. "Going in blind is what got the others killed and its going to get us killed. Sending more and more people in at a time isn't going to change the fact that we lack any sort of in-tell, aside from the knowledge that red court vampires seem to be doing fine there." He turned and looked back at the door, hoping someone would show up soon so he'd have an ear to complain to. | Name: James(Jimmy) Thurber
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jimmy stands at 5'11 with a medium build. He's not fat, there's muscle, it's just that muscle can only do so much when your constantly eating fast foods and sweets because there's not enough time for everything else. He wears his long black hair in a ponytail. He has a rare condition which causes his eyes to be different colors(Left brown, right green.)
Abilities:
Evocation- Spirit
Thaumaturgy- Conjuration
Role spells:
Inanis-Jimmy focuses on a spot and snaps his fingers pushing everything physical out of a space the size of a soccer ball, creating a vacuum resulting in an implosion.
Lamma-Jimmy creates blades of will and launches them at opponents.
Levate-Jimmy can point at an object and then point again for where he wants the object to go. Currently the maximum weight of an object he can lift with this spell is fifty pounds and the maximum speed in which he can send it is 75 mph.
Special items:
Staff-A three foot long staff made from quebracho wood. Its his primary focus.
Gold Ring-Constantly absorbs light(Sun, stars, artificial.) Which he can released in a moment's notice. The only problem is if the ring is exposed to sunlight it quickly starts overloading so he either has to regularly empty the vessel, or wear a leather glove to keep it from light.
Magical Windbreaker- A black windbreaker jacket covered in black symbols, which when activate glow white and project a field of will which vastly decreases friction, allowing the user to move much faster.
Items: Travelling Sack, Chalk, Army Knife, pens, a small notebook, salt, and a magnetic board that you could play chess and checkers on.
Personality: Normally quiet, unless he's found someone who he's comfortable talking to. Jimmy doesn't say much but when he does its usually whatever's going on in his own internal world slipping out, ie he, he doesn't normally take time think if what he's going to say needs to be said and if it needs to be said by him. Despite always trying leave his choices up to logic Jimmy is a very emotional human being and has trouble doing things that conflict with what his heart says.
Background: Jimmy's life started easily enough. He came out of a woman after that woman had sex with a man she never saw again for the rest of her life. He grew up with a mother who though too busy sometimes, always made sure he stayed on the right track, and never hesitated to give him a good smack when she felt he wasn't veering a bit too much to the left, which didn't happen often thanks to his heroes always being those characters in comic books who went through all those negative phases before his vary eyes. This went on till around the age of eleven when he accidentally destroyed a video game arcade, and the wardens found him. They didn't execute him which was good and even gave him an opportunity to join their ranks, protect the vanilla mortals and get some extra cash to help his single mother with the bills.
Other: |
47,320 | 1,282 | 1 | 654 | 112 | Jade took a deep breath as she walked up the stairs to the meeting room. The area was covered in a blanket of fear and any sane creatures steered clear. However the fear only served to focus Jade’s attention. She had been given the general details and sent out in a rush to meet a support team to deal with whatever threat lurked in the building. The warden’s cloak made no noise as she reached the door and knocked. After a knock and a whispered password she was let into the room.The man who greeted her seemed to be the only one there. What struck her about this man was his mismatched eyes. She was sure that they have crossed paths before but was never introduced to. Then again most wardens were mere acquaintances until they’ve survived their first year of the ongoing war. Their numbers seemed to be culled until only the fittest were left.
“Good evening, I am Warden Wong and I have been sent as support.” After a moment she added “Will there be others joining us? I was only told to meet here and nothing more.” | Name: Alistair Kain
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Alistair is not the tallest guy around, coming in at around 5'7" with sandy colored hair and a fair complexion. His wiry athletic build is complimented by his icy blue stare.
Abilities: Evocation specialty: Air, Thaumaturgy focus: Wards
Rote spells: Rakurai (uses his gauntlet focus item) A bolt of lightning strikes his target, it's hard to keep the power down, so Alistair will likely not use this unless the situation gets serious.
Furyoku A gust of wind rushes in the direction Alistair desires. Strength can vary from a light breeze to bone breaking force.
Special items: Gauntlet (focus item) a metal glove that helps Alistair store up electricity for any number of spells, most commonly Rakurai. A telescoping staff (collapsed length about 1.5', using a practiced movement it fully extends to 5' extremely quickly, takes longer to collapse though) Engraved with runes to help him be more versatile, with a slight focus in earth magic.
Items: Messenger bag that normally contains a notebook, pens and pencils, some chalk, a few candles, some matches, whatever novel he happens to be reading at the time, and a little bit of spending money.
Personality: Alistair is a fairly upbeat guy, always looking for the silver lining, and trying to cheer up his team with jokes and optimism, though he will occasionally become quiet and seek solitude to be alone with his thoughts.
Background: Alistair's first experience with magic was a violent one. When he was just 14 a Warlock on the run from a squad of Wardens burst into his parents home in the middle of the night and immediately began tearing the place apart trying to make it more fortified. The noise woke the whole family and as Alistair went downstairs to investigate he began to feel... Strange... he didn't know how to describe it, just new pressures being forced onto his perceptions, coupled with the sounds of roaring flame. Everything after that became a blur of images and emotions. The charred remains of his parents. Pain. A knife at his throat. Screaming. Strange faces in grey cloaks. Rushing wind. More pain. Then darkness.
When he awoke several days later one of the grey cloaked men from before introduced himself as Coleman Stryker and explained the situation. He had been taken hostage, and used his first spell to knock his parents killer away from himself, allowing the wardens to finish him off. the neural feedback of the spell caused him to black out. When he got out of the hospital he began to study and grow under Stryker, and now he does everything he can to make sure that no one ever has to go through his pain, ever again, and he joined the Wardens 2 years ago to do just that.
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47,321 | 1,282 | 2 | 2,740 | 45 | Damien was sure the message he'd been sent couldn't be right, it had to have been a trick, except the countersign was correct and the warden knew him by name so it had to be right. Fifteen wardens had entered a building supposed to be filled with red court vampires, and none had come out. So why would they send him in next? This was a job for the truly hardened combat specialists of the council, he had a few tricks up his sleeves to be sure, but this was a whole other level. However, fear didn't mean he could shirk his responsibilities, he had been sent to the location and if he was told to fight then that was what he would do. He just really hoped he didn't have to.
The building where he'd been told to meet the others was covered with a blanket of fear, it moved across Damien's skin like grease and oil, trying to seep through the pores and get into this brain. He adjusted the bandanna on his head, making sure the protective spells had the most coverage. His master had told him that this was pointless, that the spells were useless, but wardens were allowed to have superstitions. He walked up the stairs and knocked on the door, entering when he heard a whispered voice. Two wardens were already there. The one with mismatched eyes, Jimmy, he knew only by reputation. The other one he didn't know at all, but she looked strong enough to snap his arm in four places if he offered it to shake, so he settled for a polite nod. He knew there was going to be more than this, but sitting still was not his thing. So he placed a dreamcatcher on the door, and using it as the focal point of his spell, started spinning wards around the room. He couldn't keep out much but he could keep the oppression of dark magic from interrupting their sleep. That had to be good for something right? | Name: Damien Morgold
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Weedy young man with messy brown hair and large glasses which give him an owl like expression. Got a bit overzealous when told he was going to be a warden and started wearing camouflage trousers and a trench coat with several extra pockets sewn in. Has a bandanna with protective spells sewn into it as he's a bit paranoid about mind magic
Abilities: Damien's evocation specialities are with the wind element, and his thaumaturgy specialisation is in somniomancy(dream magic).
Rote spells
Schnell: He uses the wind to increase the speed at which he can move, creating a vortex which reduces his weight by pulling him up slightly. This spell makes dodging attacks easier than if he was moving normally.
verteidigen: Summoning up a vortex around himself or around someone close by Damien can protect them from some dangers. The wind isn't nearly strong enough to stop bullets or anything that fast moving, but bows and arrows, crossbows, throwing knives and other projectiles will get blow off course by the wind
Kraft: Damien's only offensive spell. He creates a ball of concentrated air in front of his target and then lets it expand. Depending on how much air this can result in anything from being knocked down to killed.
Special items: Wand(Focus item) a willow wand with a spiralling shape used to focus his more subtle supportive magic. A glove with metal plates forged from various wind chimes he used to own for offensive magic. Finally a sleeping potion he uses to send people or himself into a deep sleep.
Items: A rucksack containing chalk, empty bottles for potions, various different objects to use in constructing spells, water bottle, Tupperware containing dry food that he hopes will last a while. Sleeping bag rolled up on top.
Personality: Damien is twitchy by nature, naturally hyperactive, and before he learned properly about the magical world he was a conspiracy theorist convinced that magic existed. Before he learned of his own magic he took a bandanna and sewed defensive magic into it(completely useless as it turned out) but he keeps it on him to remind him of where he came from.
Background: Damien was a conspiracy theorist convinced that magic existed, turned out he was right. His activity on the web attracted the attention of White Court vampires who lured him into a trap to feast on his despair. Instead of crumbling under their mental attacks something ignited in his mind and the next thing Damien knew he was waking up in an alley with a massive headache and two unconscious vampires sprawled several meters away. The miniature tornado attracted the attention of the authorities and, luckily for Damien, a member of the paranet. Recognising white court she spirited him away before the police could arrive. When the paranet learned just how strong his magic was they introduced him to the council. The warden commander Luccio was a bit apprehensive given his erratic nature but his defensive and supportive magic was too useful to give up. He has a place in the wardens but only just.
Figured out how to do hiders lol |
47,322 | 1,282 | 3 | 1,234 | 1,040 | As the others who had already arrived accented themselves with one another, a faint voice could be heard coming up the stairs. At first the word weren't even really noticeable. Sort of like a distant rumbling that could have been some plane over head. But moments later they were audible, though totally unintelligible. The tone of them was clearly displeased. And then they became more clear as the person behind the voice was clearly drawing very near. The voice was unmistakable that of a young woman whose voice had the sharp bite of a Irish accent. She was clearly displeased with something because she was swearing so much and so quickly that it sounded like the European version of that angry little cowboy from the bugs bunny cartoons.
As the person was coming down the hall the words became more distinct and could be made out. "...An on top of all of this rubbish heap of a mission, they didn't even let me head by the my work shop and pick up a thing or two that might come in fuk'n handy for this kind of opp!'No time for that lass, mission gets top priority, head directly there no stops!' fuk'n nightmare this is gonna be I can just feel it in my damn bones."
The door was knocked on rather harshly and the pass-code wasn't so much whispered as 'not yelled'. The door opened to reveal a woman of impressive height and build, her muscular frame evident even beneath the lairs of cloak and wizarding attire. Her deep green eyes shone with faintly with her agitations, her bright red hair tied back in a long single braid that nearly reached the floor. "Warden O'Bagley, ready and reporting for duty. So, anyone have any ideas when this shit-show starts?" | Name: Regan Shauna O'Bagley
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: Regan Is a towering and imposing figure, Standing at a solid 6'2'' and build like your average farm hand With a musculature that speak to someone who not only spends a great deal of her time doing hard labor but who works to maintain what she'd call 'a battle ready body'. Her hair is long, fiery red, and carefully braided at all times. Her eyes a dark, subtly rich, green reminiscent of pine-trees. Her casual ware is nothing outlandish or remarkable, though given her crafting talents she tends to have a fair bit of jeweler on her when on active ops, especially when she knows what to prep for.
Abilities:
Evocation - Earth
Thaumaturgy- Crafting and Healing
Role Spells:
Domhan Bhru - This spell creates a violent surge of gravity that launches upwards with great force. amount of force varies on energy used of course.
Cre Rince- With a thrust or a swing of her wacker she causes the ground before her to ripple in a line about shoulder width apart. this can be subtle enough to be nearly undetectable with the force enough to make someone unexcitedly stumble, or violent enough that the earth splintering in the waves wake, becoming treacherous to walk on and impacts with battering ram force. Think of a pane of glass breaking in slow motion in terms of the visual. Except in a straight line.
Deisithe Lamha- Her only evocation style healing spell. Her emergency medical application so to speak. By laying hands on someone who is dangerously wounded, forcing the area to rapidly mend. It takes a massive amount of energy to perform and she must maintain physical contact with the wounded party. She'd prefer to not have to use this technique if at all possible save for emergencies where anything less that immediate action would result in the lose of life.
Speciel Items:
'The Wacker'
A sizable walking stick, almost more like a cane fit for her significant size, coming just above her waist. In truth it is an oversize shillelagh that functions as her staff. Good for earth magic's and decent for raw force, and serviceable for the various other elements outside of her expertise. Also good melee weapon, hard to beat a good old fashion cudgel for breaking heads eh?
A sliver necklace carved with all sorts of old runs, her primary defensive tool, by activating it with the phrase 'Timpeall' she creates a defensive sphere of gravity about herself, that literally causes object either orbit around her in about a 3 yard radius or if they are solid enough/coming with enough force to be rebounded back, magic/stamina allowing of course.
A pair of special gloves and boots, when she runs power through them they allow her to manipulate gravity in close proximity to those items in really rudimentary way. To repel or attract. Handy for climbing up walls, deflecting blows in close combat, or getting a really well aimed punch on a slippery foe.
'The Sack'
A large over-the shoulder messenger bag that carries her various crafting tools and medical supplies. It is be spelled leather to make it extra durable and help protect the sometimes delicate supplies inside. As such it makes a handy last minute shield.
Items: Chalk, Spools of copper, silver, and gold wire, glass vials for collecting the sort of things that need to be collected in vials, large pocket knife, swiss army knife, an ugly, old, iron pocket watch with the 5 pointed star of magic engraved on the outside of it. Pen and paper for notes/crafting plans/ect.
Personality: Regan is a...passionate young woman. She never does anything by halves and if she is going to feel something she is going to feel it strongly. This leads to her having something of a short temper though luckily she couldn't hold a grudge to save her life. She may be screaming made at you one minute but an hour later she'd half forgotten what she had even yelled about.
Background: While not super rare, Regan is one of those few born to a pair of White Counsel parents. Father was a member of the healers beneath High Councilor Listens To Wind, and her mother is known to be a warden of ridged discipline if not harshly fair when dealing with her subordinates. As Such Regan grew up mostly in the magical world and not the mortal one. Given both of her parents extremely busy life styles working for the White Counsel, A good deal of her early childhood was with great great grand parents on the family farm, where her love of physical activity and working with her hands began.
When she came into her magic she spent most of her time in a boot-camp-like apprenticeship with her parents. Given such intense tutelage and already having a good deal of her life dictated and informed by her knowledge that the supernatural was real she quickly made wizard and then warden status, even before the war began and ever hand was needed.
Others: Growing up in rural Irish farm lands with grandparents who's most advance tech was the radio and parents who could care less about the modern times, she is largely ignorant of popular culture. |
47,323 | 1,282 | 4 | 2,387 | 311 | Gideon Maltese entered the apartment building which he was told the Warden safehouse was located through the back alley ways, he had only just put on his Grey cloak and strapped on Garm underneath it after the taxi that brought him here had dropped him off several blocks away. some may have called him paranoid, but he called it a security measure, the Red Court Vampires themselves were not likely to attack in broad daylight, even in dark alleys but that didn't stop their addicted human hitmen from taking pot-shots at an undercover wizard who currently looked like a cross between a hobo and a hippie.
By the time he reached one of the emergency exits into the building, one with an alarm linked to it like most modern hotels, Gideon checked over both of his shoulders for any sign of tails or scouts before he uttered a single word under his breath "Feldr", Gideon vanished from mortal sight, and the usage of his power in such close proximity to the door fried the electronic alarm, and the nearby CCTV camera, that was sure to draw someone over there at some point, but Gideon didn't plan to stick around anyway. The door seemed to open and close on its own accord, no alarm triggered at all, and Gideon's steps, muffled greatly on the carpeted floor, walked a few steps over to the nearby stairwell up. There he slipped in the door, checked for cameras or people coming by extending his senses slightly, and lowered his veil, reappearing.
He calmly walked up the stairs, considering the situation. He hadn't taken part in much actual fighting in the War with the Reds yet, his role was mostly a support role, using his contacts in the spirit world to keep tabs on Red Court lairs and hideouts and using them and his knack for veils to spy upon and tail some of their human servants as they met with their Vampiric handlers up in Canada. Not many Reds up in Canada anyway, too cold for most of the older Barons and Dukes to bother setting up holds there, who preferred the heat and comfort of their long-standing strongholds in Central and South America, or the more temperate United States. Which came to the reason why Gideon still wasn't in Canada, his duties as a Warden demanded that he go where his superiors in The White Council commanded, and Canada wasn't exactly top priority for them in terms of battle lines, and if half of the news he'd heard was correct, the war wasn't exactly going in his side's favour and every Warden was needed to step up and take on more responsibility for the cause of his fellow wizards.
He'd also been used to working solo, since most of his clients on the Ectomancy side of his business weren't fellow practitioners of the Art, and those that were didn't usually measure up to his skills. But then, he figured it could be a nice change, with any luck, most of them wouldn't flip out the first time they see the tattoo on his neck light up, but there is no guarantee of that.
He heard at least one of the other Wardens before he saw them, if a Red Court Vampire was looking for them and was near the floor entrance, they likely would have heard the password, but luckily it was just him, so Gideon just smirked. This was going to be fun.
He followed up into the hallway just as the last Warden entered, the one calling herself O'Bagley, and decided to play a little amusing prank/test of his companions, right before the door, he muttered "Feldr" again, casting another veil. He knocked on the door, whispering the password, the door was opened, to the Warden at the door's initial surprise at seeing nobody there, Gideon stepped in lightly behind O'Bagley and the other two recently arrived Wardens, dropping his veil again suddenly.
"Warden Maltese, ready and able." | Name: Gideon Maltese
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5ft 5inches, green eyes, shoulder-length black hair with part of it tied into a braid down his back, his body type is quite lanky weighing probably no more than 130-40 lbs, green eyes, a well kept beard in the Honest Abe style covers his face, and although his voice is fairly baritone he speaks in North American phrases of speech though his exact accent is muddled.
Abilities:
Evocation: Spirit
Thaumaturgy: Thematic, Ectomancy
Role Spells:
"Lind"-Casts a Telekinetic Shield in front of himself, strong enough to deflect most projectiles, and can even cast small projectiles back with a degree of precision, but acts merely as a shield at anything larger than a baseball bat. Designed as a personal spell, not designed for protect multiple people.
"Feldr"-Casts a veil over Gideon, anything on his person, and anything he touches, rendering him invisible to most senses (Barring sound, smell, and Third eyes)
Special Items:
Neo-Pagan Talisman: An Old Norse Triquetra adorns his neck, made of silver and inscribed with tiny motifs of Odin, Thor, and Freya in their separate corners, it hangs by an iron chain around his neck, serving as a reservoir for his power.
Bag of Ghost-Dust: Used in his profession for dealing with corporeal forms of ghosts and spirits who prove hostile towards him.
Tattoo of Yggdrasil: Depicting Odin hanging from the World Tree itself, it is inscribed on the right side of his neck and extends onto his right pectoral and shoulder. Inscribed in runes warding against spirits and motes of Ghost-dust into the pigment, it glows starts to glow when spirits are close, with the pigment turning from black to white the closer a spirit is, though the colour indicator is for others to notice, Gideon feels it as heat on the tattooed skin as it changes colour.
Items: Satchel with his ectomancy implements: ritualized knife, several candles and matches, chalk, a small handbook on runes and their meaning, a Ouija board, salt, several sticks of incense, and a mortar and pedestal. His hooded Grey Cloak and enchanted sword (Gram) symbolizing his office as a Warden of The White Council of Wizards, and his wallet containing his ID, Canadian driver's license, and business cards.
Personality: Gideon is quite reserved in his behaviour, often seeming aloof in his own thoughts and speaking few words, he has generally preferred solitude (relatively speaking, he finds the dead more fascinating than most of the living at times) over interaction with others. His introverted nature isn't helped by the fact that he is a wizard, but he is loyal to his friends and allies, and isn't entirely a loner, he just prefers to keep a professional distance in most social matters. He's quite stoic in his emotions, though that doesn't mean he isn't sympathetic towards those in need.
Background: Born in southern Ontario, Canada to a middle-class suburbanite family of four, Gideon grew up through most of his early life without ever considering the idea of eventually becoming a powerful wizard, not unlike most kids. Though Gideon had always found the supernatural fascinating, and was always skeptical of the more sensational and fantastic interpretations of the arcane and monstrous over what he believed were the older and more "true" beliefs on the subjects, he never admitted openly to taking any of it seriously, he was wise enough not to invite such social ridicule when growing up, gods knew he had enough already.
His first experience with the supernatural came, as most do, unexpectedly. While rummaging around in an abandoned production factory in his home time on a dare from his fellow university students, whom believed the town rumours that the place was haunted by the ghosts of workers who died in an accident there, he found that he could sense the presence of "things" around him, later he would come to realise that they were ghosts, tied to this earth by their violent and unexpected deaths, and still remembering their work, but little else, they were truly tied to the building. Too terrified to run, but also oddly enchanted by the sensation, he walked among them and listened in one their patched conversations, broken memories of things the ghosts could not quite remember, until their attention turned on him, just as surprised that someone could actually sense and hear them so clearly, but viewing him as a trespasser nonetheless, Gideon fled the building as the ghosts chased him off the premises, but chose not to follow him further. He was in for an even greater shock when he ran outside, as his fellow students, so terrified that they'd run off, were replaced by a woman, garbed in a grey cloak, old and venerable, and favouring a runed cane, she was still possessed of a stubborn stature.
Her name was Svanhilda Roriksdottir, and she claimed to be a Witch, not the kind that snatched children away like in the fairy tales to be eaten, but a powerful practitioner of The Art, Magic. She had come a long way from her homeland in Norway on assignment from an organization she served, a global collective of human magical users called The White Council. She was to search for any stray appearances of practitioners of the Art, for the number of White Council members in North America, though not tiny, were not suitable for the task of overseeing all of the continent, and on occasion members from Europe were assigned the task of updating the council dossiers on various parts of the continent that saw relatively little council presence. She was to find any and all magic phenomena, practitioners of the Art, or non-human centres of power, determine their behaviour, make note of it for the council, and deal with it if necessary.
She had been observing the situation at the factory in Gideon's hometown for some time, trying to discern the nature of the ghosts, but lacking much skill in the way of Ectomancy, she was having little success. Still curious about the potential of magical talent in the form of practitioners in the area, Hilda waited and watched for any signs of anyone of that kind appearing to register or deal with the issue. She hardly expected to find a young man with the early unrefined capacities for sensing and hearing ghosts to be what would turn up, but it was fortuitous nonetheless. Hilda calmed the frightened young Gideon, explaining to him what he had seen and what she was doing, Gideon would have been inclined to pass it all off as going into shock and hallucinating, had he not thoroughly convinced himself already that those ghosts he had seen could not have been some illusionary trick, and had Hilda not conjured up balls of light right in front of him to prove her talents, but that's besides the point.
She emboldened him to go back in with her and face the ghosts again, that she would protect him and perhaps be able to grant the ghosts lasting rest. Not seeing much option, he led her back in, facing the still agitated ghosts, with Hilda at his side speaking in his ear and gripping his shoulder, he stood firm, talking back at the ghosts and asking them questions as to what they remembered about their deaths, only to find that the workers didn't realise they were dead. Gideon told them this fact, driving some to despair, others to acceptance as some faded out of existence, and a couple others to anger and madness as they lunged forward at the boy who appeared so brightly before them. So illuminating was the boy to them that those remaining ghosts didn't see the slash of the silver blade coming until it was too late for them, forcibly severing their connection to this world and scattering them away.
Frightened, by exhilarated as to everything that had happened, Gideon was grateful for Hilda's support. She herself was pleased with her find, Gideon had demonstrated the potential of being a capable Ectomancer, and she was now curious as to whether he possessed any other possible talents as well in The Art, so much so that she offered to take him on as her apprentice. When asked how he'd explain it to his parents, who wanted him to take on a respectable career, Hilda told him that they could make up a (not entirely false) story about him being a suddenly awoken psychic, with powerful potential as a medium for dealing in Haunted Houses or haunted places, and having retold the incident at the factory (the fighting ghosts and wizardry omitted in favour of more humane perceptions of hauntings and psychic dealings) his parents still weren't pleased, but respected his mature decision to go and tutor under the kindly and venerable Svanhilda.
Thus began his training, he travelled around with Hilda to various places as she finished her assignment, and presented him to the White Council as her apprentice on her return home to Norway. There, his training and studies formally began, with access to the Council's studies on Ectomancy, Gideon honed his skills to suit his own beliefs and styles, finding a new inspired faith in the Neo-Pagan revival of the Old Norse Gods as a source for his powers. After nearly eight years of training and tutorship on magic, ectomancy, and on how to properly handle magic as a White Council wizard, Gideon undertook the tests for gauging his skills and found himself to be a capable enough wizard to apply for Warden status. Earning his cloak and sword, which he named after Sigurn's Garm, he left his esteemed teacher to forge his own path back home in Canada, upholding the laws of the council when called upon in hunting warlocks (he was particularly good at finding them, using his ever-expanding contacts among the spirit world as a benefit of his Ectomancy), and moonlighting as a specialist on the cleansing of haunted houses, restoration of the sanctity of old burial sites, and savant on all matters to do with ghosts, what most humans saw as the more prevalent aspects of the "supernatural" in their world. |
47,324 | 1,282 | 5 | 1,489 | 1,400 | Kain sauntered idly down the hallway, twirling his collapsed staff like a baton without triggering the release, resisting the urge to whistle a little ditty. As he approached the door his senses alerted him to the other Wardens in the room, causing him to hesitate for a moment I hope I'm not too late.. After a slight pause, Kain squared his shoulders and put his staff in his thigh holster, knocked and gave the countersign. Entering he looked around and mentally marked all the Wardens that would be accompanying him on the mission. Lounging up against the nearest wall, Kain flashed a giant grin and waved at everyone, "Evening all, did you start the party without me?" | Name: James(Jimmy) Thurber
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jimmy stands at 5'11 with a medium build. He's not fat, there's muscle, it's just that muscle can only do so much when your constantly eating fast foods and sweets because there's not enough time for everything else. He wears his long black hair in a ponytail. He has a rare condition which causes his eyes to be different colors(Left brown, right green.)
Abilities:
Evocation- Spirit
Thaumaturgy- Conjuration
Role spells:
Inanis-Jimmy focuses on a spot and snaps his fingers pushing everything physical out of a space the size of a soccer ball, creating a vacuum resulting in an implosion.
Lamma-Jimmy creates blades of will and launches them at opponents.
Levate-Jimmy can point at an object and then point again for where he wants the object to go. Currently the maximum weight of an object he can lift with this spell is fifty pounds and the maximum speed in which he can send it is 75 mph.
Special items:
Staff-A three foot long staff made from quebracho wood. Its his primary focus.
Gold Ring-Constantly absorbs light(Sun, stars, artificial.) Which he can released in a moment's notice. The only problem is if the ring is exposed to sunlight it quickly starts overloading so he either has to regularly empty the vessel, or wear a leather glove to keep it from light.
Magical Windbreaker- A black windbreaker jacket covered in black symbols, which when activate glow white and project a field of will which vastly decreases friction, allowing the user to move much faster.
Items: Travelling Sack, Chalk, Army Knife, pens, a small notebook, salt, and a magnetic board that you could play chess and checkers on.
Personality: Normally quiet, unless he's found someone who he's comfortable talking to. Jimmy doesn't say much but when he does its usually whatever's going on in his own internal world slipping out, ie he, he doesn't normally take time think if what he's going to say needs to be said and if it needs to be said by him. Despite always trying leave his choices up to logic Jimmy is a very emotional human being and has trouble doing things that conflict with what his heart says.
Background: Jimmy's life started easily enough. He came out of a woman after that woman had sex with a man she never saw again for the rest of her life. He grew up with a mother who though too busy sometimes, always made sure he stayed on the right track, and never hesitated to give him a good smack when she felt he wasn't veering a bit too much to the left, which didn't happen often thanks to his heroes always being those characters in comic books who went through all those negative phases before his vary eyes. This went on till around the age of eleven when he accidentally destroyed a video game arcade, and the wardens found him. They didn't execute him which was good and even gave him an opportunity to join their ranks, protect the vanilla mortals and get some extra cash to help his single mother with the bills.
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47,325 | 1,282 | 6 | 654 | 112 | Her first reaction to Jimmy’s suggestion was to refuse but she could not think of any other reason then it was reckless. Jade was a direct person by nature and her parents encouraged it. It was better to deal with problems immediately and to clearly speak your mind but she wasn’t sure what she would be saying in this instance. She was sent with very little information and Jimmy was heading this assignment and knew more about what was going on, but still…
Jade took a moment to take out the ‘monocle’ as she called it. It was a circular piece of obsidian glass and she peered through it towards the building. The one good thing about this little trinket was it allowed the person to see the energies at work. Although not as clear or precise as opening her wizard’s sight, the images wouldn’t become permanent memories for the viewer. Seriously, it was traumatic to some wizards looking at monsters with their sight and Jade would be happy to never to experience something like that.
Magical energies tend to be colored lights and the energies surrounding the building were an angry red that emanated from the ground and spread over the area. Besides keeping people away it also served to punch anyone in the face if they got too close. But what interested Jade more was the energy… energies? inside the building.
“Everyone, before we go charging in, look at this.” She held out the monocle for everyone to pass around. Jade gestured towards the building in question. “From the energies surrounding the building that seems to be the warding off spell, but there’s another energy being contained inside the building. Is it another ward? We can deal with the ward surrounding the building easily but something about that inside ward doesn’t feel right.”
“Anyways, I would suggest we do this smart. If the only way is the front door, I suggest we split into two teams one to disable the wards and the other will bust down the front door. The first team can then act as back up. Warden Maltese seems to have a knack for veils and if Warden…” Jade paused, she didn’t know his name. He entered after her and only nodded at Jimmy but he never introduced himself… actually she didn’t introduce herself to the other wardens either. She smiled a bit sheepishly, “My apologies but I haven’t introduced myself, I am Warden Wong.” | Name: Alistair Kain
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Alistair is not the tallest guy around, coming in at around 5'7" with sandy colored hair and a fair complexion. His wiry athletic build is complimented by his icy blue stare.
Abilities: Evocation specialty: Air, Thaumaturgy focus: Wards
Rote spells: Rakurai (uses his gauntlet focus item) A bolt of lightning strikes his target, it's hard to keep the power down, so Alistair will likely not use this unless the situation gets serious.
Furyoku A gust of wind rushes in the direction Alistair desires. Strength can vary from a light breeze to bone breaking force.
Special items: Gauntlet (focus item) a metal glove that helps Alistair store up electricity for any number of spells, most commonly Rakurai. A telescoping staff (collapsed length about 1.5', using a practiced movement it fully extends to 5' extremely quickly, takes longer to collapse though) Engraved with runes to help him be more versatile, with a slight focus in earth magic.
Items: Messenger bag that normally contains a notebook, pens and pencils, some chalk, a few candles, some matches, whatever novel he happens to be reading at the time, and a little bit of spending money.
Personality: Alistair is a fairly upbeat guy, always looking for the silver lining, and trying to cheer up his team with jokes and optimism, though he will occasionally become quiet and seek solitude to be alone with his thoughts.
Background: Alistair's first experience with magic was a violent one. When he was just 14 a Warlock on the run from a squad of Wardens burst into his parents home in the middle of the night and immediately began tearing the place apart trying to make it more fortified. The noise woke the whole family and as Alistair went downstairs to investigate he began to feel... Strange... he didn't know how to describe it, just new pressures being forced onto his perceptions, coupled with the sounds of roaring flame. Everything after that became a blur of images and emotions. The charred remains of his parents. Pain. A knife at his throat. Screaming. Strange faces in grey cloaks. Rushing wind. More pain. Then darkness.
When he awoke several days later one of the grey cloaked men from before introduced himself as Coleman Stryker and explained the situation. He had been taken hostage, and used his first spell to knock his parents killer away from himself, allowing the wardens to finish him off. the neural feedback of the spell caused him to black out. When he got out of the hospital he began to study and grow under Stryker, and now he does everything he can to make sure that no one ever has to go through his pain, ever again, and he joined the Wardens 2 years ago to do just that.
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47,326 | 1,282 | 7 | 2,740 | 45 | Damien felt a bit sheepish as Jade introduced herself, the social niceties always escaped him when he was nervous, and he mumbled his name to the room without looking anyone in the eye. He was grateful for her monocle, the last time he'd used his sight it had left him with some, less than pleasant memories. He wasn't certain about Jimmy's plan, although it did have the advantage of surprise. Jade's seemed a more cautious approach, taking down the wards before storming the keep, the question he couldn't decide on was which group he should be in. Damien's wards and knowledge of them only really applied to dreams and the Demesnes created by those dreams, but he wasn't much for combat either. Everyone seemed to be weighing up the words and trying to make the same decision. He remembered the paranet member who had found him, her stories of hiding in the dark and a desire to fight back. She couldn't, not directly, but maybe he could.
"I'll go with Jade, I know enough supportive magic to make retreat easier if necessary"
He went over the various skills he had with thaumaturgy to see if there was anything else he could add, and decided on an interesting idea. Settling down on the floor he drew a chalk circle around himself and started mumbling nonsense syllables in german under his breath. He could feel eyes watching him with curiosity as he worked but blocked them out, concentrating on the spell and nothing else. When he broke the circle to release the spell he heard something in his ears, the sound of a man snoring. He knew nobody in the room was asleep, but it meant that someone nearby was asleep. He paced the room a few times to triangulate the sound and confirmed it was coming from the building they wanted to enter. That meant...
"Umm, warden Matlese. With your veils do you think you could draw me a circle around the building. If you could, I might be able to whip up a distraction"
Bringing dreams to life was one of the most complicated parts of his art, but if he could do it, then the people inside would be distracted when the team made their assault. It had to be worth trying. | Name: Damien Morgold
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Weedy young man with messy brown hair and large glasses which give him an owl like expression. Got a bit overzealous when told he was going to be a warden and started wearing camouflage trousers and a trench coat with several extra pockets sewn in. Has a bandanna with protective spells sewn into it as he's a bit paranoid about mind magic
Abilities: Damien's evocation specialities are with the wind element, and his thaumaturgy specialisation is in somniomancy(dream magic).
Rote spells
Schnell: He uses the wind to increase the speed at which he can move, creating a vortex which reduces his weight by pulling him up slightly. This spell makes dodging attacks easier than if he was moving normally.
verteidigen: Summoning up a vortex around himself or around someone close by Damien can protect them from some dangers. The wind isn't nearly strong enough to stop bullets or anything that fast moving, but bows and arrows, crossbows, throwing knives and other projectiles will get blow off course by the wind
Kraft: Damien's only offensive spell. He creates a ball of concentrated air in front of his target and then lets it expand. Depending on how much air this can result in anything from being knocked down to killed.
Special items: Wand(Focus item) a willow wand with a spiralling shape used to focus his more subtle supportive magic. A glove with metal plates forged from various wind chimes he used to own for offensive magic. Finally a sleeping potion he uses to send people or himself into a deep sleep.
Items: A rucksack containing chalk, empty bottles for potions, various different objects to use in constructing spells, water bottle, Tupperware containing dry food that he hopes will last a while. Sleeping bag rolled up on top.
Personality: Damien is twitchy by nature, naturally hyperactive, and before he learned properly about the magical world he was a conspiracy theorist convinced that magic existed. Before he learned of his own magic he took a bandanna and sewed defensive magic into it(completely useless as it turned out) but he keeps it on him to remind him of where he came from.
Background: Damien was a conspiracy theorist convinced that magic existed, turned out he was right. His activity on the web attracted the attention of White Court vampires who lured him into a trap to feast on his despair. Instead of crumbling under their mental attacks something ignited in his mind and the next thing Damien knew he was waking up in an alley with a massive headache and two unconscious vampires sprawled several meters away. The miniature tornado attracted the attention of the authorities and, luckily for Damien, a member of the paranet. Recognising white court she spirited him away before the police could arrive. When the paranet learned just how strong his magic was they introduced him to the council. The warden commander Luccio was a bit apprehensive given his erratic nature but his defensive and supportive magic was too useful to give up. He has a place in the wardens but only just.
Figured out how to do hiders lol |
47,327 | 1,282 | 8 | 2,387 | 311 | Gideon listened intently to Jimmy's suggestion and pondered it. He saw the logic in it, since the entirely covert approaches had failed it might not be a bad strategy to go overt. But then it could also be suicidal, and under normal circumstances it would be, but they were Wizards, preparation to dive into normally suicidal situations was part of their business.
Using the monocle himself, he glimpsed upon the swirling energy of the wards, along with the internal energy from within the building. His experience as an ectomancer left him theorizing as Damien and Jade both asked about and discussed his role in the coming operation. To be polite, he curtly responded to Damien's question first.
"I could, the only question would be if the Reds have anyone watching for someone making circles around their building...speaking of which: do we know how or if the Wardens died? Did you sense any traces of Death Curses? Could they have died in such a manner as to return to this world as ghosts? That could explain the energy trickling out from within, but then making ghosts is not the preferred style of the Reds if I recall correctly, not to mention the fact that I'd be surprised if they could control and contain so many."
He sets the monocle down for some else to use if necessary.
"If they were ghosts, I could deal with them. I am an ectomancer, and I have enough ghost powder to cleanse Bachelor's Grove cemetery." | Name: Gideon Maltese
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5ft 5inches, green eyes, shoulder-length black hair with part of it tied into a braid down his back, his body type is quite lanky weighing probably no more than 130-40 lbs, green eyes, a well kept beard in the Honest Abe style covers his face, and although his voice is fairly baritone he speaks in North American phrases of speech though his exact accent is muddled.
Abilities:
Evocation: Spirit
Thaumaturgy: Thematic, Ectomancy
Role Spells:
"Lind"-Casts a Telekinetic Shield in front of himself, strong enough to deflect most projectiles, and can even cast small projectiles back with a degree of precision, but acts merely as a shield at anything larger than a baseball bat. Designed as a personal spell, not designed for protect multiple people.
"Feldr"-Casts a veil over Gideon, anything on his person, and anything he touches, rendering him invisible to most senses (Barring sound, smell, and Third eyes)
Special Items:
Neo-Pagan Talisman: An Old Norse Triquetra adorns his neck, made of silver and inscribed with tiny motifs of Odin, Thor, and Freya in their separate corners, it hangs by an iron chain around his neck, serving as a reservoir for his power.
Bag of Ghost-Dust: Used in his profession for dealing with corporeal forms of ghosts and spirits who prove hostile towards him.
Tattoo of Yggdrasil: Depicting Odin hanging from the World Tree itself, it is inscribed on the right side of his neck and extends onto his right pectoral and shoulder. Inscribed in runes warding against spirits and motes of Ghost-dust into the pigment, it glows starts to glow when spirits are close, with the pigment turning from black to white the closer a spirit is, though the colour indicator is for others to notice, Gideon feels it as heat on the tattooed skin as it changes colour.
Items: Satchel with his ectomancy implements: ritualized knife, several candles and matches, chalk, a small handbook on runes and their meaning, a Ouija board, salt, several sticks of incense, and a mortar and pedestal. His hooded Grey Cloak and enchanted sword (Gram) symbolizing his office as a Warden of The White Council of Wizards, and his wallet containing his ID, Canadian driver's license, and business cards.
Personality: Gideon is quite reserved in his behaviour, often seeming aloof in his own thoughts and speaking few words, he has generally preferred solitude (relatively speaking, he finds the dead more fascinating than most of the living at times) over interaction with others. His introverted nature isn't helped by the fact that he is a wizard, but he is loyal to his friends and allies, and isn't entirely a loner, he just prefers to keep a professional distance in most social matters. He's quite stoic in his emotions, though that doesn't mean he isn't sympathetic towards those in need.
Background: Born in southern Ontario, Canada to a middle-class suburbanite family of four, Gideon grew up through most of his early life without ever considering the idea of eventually becoming a powerful wizard, not unlike most kids. Though Gideon had always found the supernatural fascinating, and was always skeptical of the more sensational and fantastic interpretations of the arcane and monstrous over what he believed were the older and more "true" beliefs on the subjects, he never admitted openly to taking any of it seriously, he was wise enough not to invite such social ridicule when growing up, gods knew he had enough already.
His first experience with the supernatural came, as most do, unexpectedly. While rummaging around in an abandoned production factory in his home time on a dare from his fellow university students, whom believed the town rumours that the place was haunted by the ghosts of workers who died in an accident there, he found that he could sense the presence of "things" around him, later he would come to realise that they were ghosts, tied to this earth by their violent and unexpected deaths, and still remembering their work, but little else, they were truly tied to the building. Too terrified to run, but also oddly enchanted by the sensation, he walked among them and listened in one their patched conversations, broken memories of things the ghosts could not quite remember, until their attention turned on him, just as surprised that someone could actually sense and hear them so clearly, but viewing him as a trespasser nonetheless, Gideon fled the building as the ghosts chased him off the premises, but chose not to follow him further. He was in for an even greater shock when he ran outside, as his fellow students, so terrified that they'd run off, were replaced by a woman, garbed in a grey cloak, old and venerable, and favouring a runed cane, she was still possessed of a stubborn stature.
Her name was Svanhilda Roriksdottir, and she claimed to be a Witch, not the kind that snatched children away like in the fairy tales to be eaten, but a powerful practitioner of The Art, Magic. She had come a long way from her homeland in Norway on assignment from an organization she served, a global collective of human magical users called The White Council. She was to search for any stray appearances of practitioners of the Art, for the number of White Council members in North America, though not tiny, were not suitable for the task of overseeing all of the continent, and on occasion members from Europe were assigned the task of updating the council dossiers on various parts of the continent that saw relatively little council presence. She was to find any and all magic phenomena, practitioners of the Art, or non-human centres of power, determine their behaviour, make note of it for the council, and deal with it if necessary.
She had been observing the situation at the factory in Gideon's hometown for some time, trying to discern the nature of the ghosts, but lacking much skill in the way of Ectomancy, she was having little success. Still curious about the potential of magical talent in the form of practitioners in the area, Hilda waited and watched for any signs of anyone of that kind appearing to register or deal with the issue. She hardly expected to find a young man with the early unrefined capacities for sensing and hearing ghosts to be what would turn up, but it was fortuitous nonetheless. Hilda calmed the frightened young Gideon, explaining to him what he had seen and what she was doing, Gideon would have been inclined to pass it all off as going into shock and hallucinating, had he not thoroughly convinced himself already that those ghosts he had seen could not have been some illusionary trick, and had Hilda not conjured up balls of light right in front of him to prove her talents, but that's besides the point.
She emboldened him to go back in with her and face the ghosts again, that she would protect him and perhaps be able to grant the ghosts lasting rest. Not seeing much option, he led her back in, facing the still agitated ghosts, with Hilda at his side speaking in his ear and gripping his shoulder, he stood firm, talking back at the ghosts and asking them questions as to what they remembered about their deaths, only to find that the workers didn't realise they were dead. Gideon told them this fact, driving some to despair, others to acceptance as some faded out of existence, and a couple others to anger and madness as they lunged forward at the boy who appeared so brightly before them. So illuminating was the boy to them that those remaining ghosts didn't see the slash of the silver blade coming until it was too late for them, forcibly severing their connection to this world and scattering them away.
Frightened, by exhilarated as to everything that had happened, Gideon was grateful for Hilda's support. She herself was pleased with her find, Gideon had demonstrated the potential of being a capable Ectomancer, and she was now curious as to whether he possessed any other possible talents as well in The Art, so much so that she offered to take him on as her apprentice. When asked how he'd explain it to his parents, who wanted him to take on a respectable career, Hilda told him that they could make up a (not entirely false) story about him being a suddenly awoken psychic, with powerful potential as a medium for dealing in Haunted Houses or haunted places, and having retold the incident at the factory (the fighting ghosts and wizardry omitted in favour of more humane perceptions of hauntings and psychic dealings) his parents still weren't pleased, but respected his mature decision to go and tutor under the kindly and venerable Svanhilda.
Thus began his training, he travelled around with Hilda to various places as she finished her assignment, and presented him to the White Council as her apprentice on her return home to Norway. There, his training and studies formally began, with access to the Council's studies on Ectomancy, Gideon honed his skills to suit his own beliefs and styles, finding a new inspired faith in the Neo-Pagan revival of the Old Norse Gods as a source for his powers. After nearly eight years of training and tutorship on magic, ectomancy, and on how to properly handle magic as a White Council wizard, Gideon undertook the tests for gauging his skills and found himself to be a capable enough wizard to apply for Warden status. Earning his cloak and sword, which he named after Sigurn's Garm, he left his esteemed teacher to forge his own path back home in Canada, upholding the laws of the council when called upon in hunting warlocks (he was particularly good at finding them, using his ever-expanding contacts among the spirit world as a benefit of his Ectomancy), and moonlighting as a specialist on the cleansing of haunted houses, restoration of the sanctity of old burial sites, and savant on all matters to do with ghosts, what most humans saw as the more prevalent aspects of the "supernatural" in their world. |
47,328 | 1,282 | 9 | 1,234 | 1,040 | As the wizard lifted his veil and introduced himself to the room Regan had the largest reaction. Seems she had a personality to match her stature. One hand pulled back in a closed fist ready to deliver a blow to what ever had appeared so near to her, the other hand produced what looked like a a knob-topped club fit to the wardens per portions. Closer inspection would show that it was infarct a shillelagh, the traditional Irish walking stick/cudgel, though this one covered with carved runes that began to glow with a subtle purple light as she ran power through the tool. She called it her 'wacker' it helped with the big offensive spells and it made for a handy close range combat tool that suited her build. It was subtle, and no one probably really noticed this, but as she held her power ready in the staff everything in the room grew just the tiniest bit heavier in response to her earth focused magic.
When her warden-trained battle instincts finally calmed down and she saw it was another warden who had sneaked into the room and appeared from behind the veil she scowled darkly, sliding her wacker back into her robes. "Fool git! I would break you noes and send ya arse to medical on principle if Da didn't know what my handy work looked like. Lucky for you I'm in no mood for one of his lectures."
But that was all she said on the matter. And as the full crew arrived and the began to discuss their dubious task all her attention became focused on that. She took her turn on the Eyeglass, briefly admiring the subtleties and utility of its magics, and taking a look at their target zone.
"So many wardens already went down on this task, surely they attempted some of these ideas themselves. The outer wards look to be crude but tough. Perhaps a distraction from the true danger inside, that doubles as a real defense? I should be able to ground them out and dispel them with enough time but a distraction would be welcomed. I would prefer if we caught the reds off guard rather than the other way around. What ever they have going on on the inside is big...maybe even complicated. Ritual perhaps? Could be why they are so intent on holding the position and spilling powerful wizards lives rather than retreat? They have to know that if they make their position so obvious we'd eventually just call down the big guns to whip the spot off the map after we lose to many wardens on it?" | Name: Regan Shauna O'Bagley
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: Regan Is a towering and imposing figure, Standing at a solid 6'2'' and build like your average farm hand With a musculature that speak to someone who not only spends a great deal of her time doing hard labor but who works to maintain what she'd call 'a battle ready body'. Her hair is long, fiery red, and carefully braided at all times. Her eyes a dark, subtly rich, green reminiscent of pine-trees. Her casual ware is nothing outlandish or remarkable, though given her crafting talents she tends to have a fair bit of jeweler on her when on active ops, especially when she knows what to prep for.
Abilities:
Evocation - Earth
Thaumaturgy- Crafting and Healing
Role Spells:
Domhan Bhru - This spell creates a violent surge of gravity that launches upwards with great force. amount of force varies on energy used of course.
Cre Rince- With a thrust or a swing of her wacker she causes the ground before her to ripple in a line about shoulder width apart. this can be subtle enough to be nearly undetectable with the force enough to make someone unexcitedly stumble, or violent enough that the earth splintering in the waves wake, becoming treacherous to walk on and impacts with battering ram force. Think of a pane of glass breaking in slow motion in terms of the visual. Except in a straight line.
Deisithe Lamha- Her only evocation style healing spell. Her emergency medical application so to speak. By laying hands on someone who is dangerously wounded, forcing the area to rapidly mend. It takes a massive amount of energy to perform and she must maintain physical contact with the wounded party. She'd prefer to not have to use this technique if at all possible save for emergencies where anything less that immediate action would result in the lose of life.
Speciel Items:
'The Wacker'
A sizable walking stick, almost more like a cane fit for her significant size, coming just above her waist. In truth it is an oversize shillelagh that functions as her staff. Good for earth magic's and decent for raw force, and serviceable for the various other elements outside of her expertise. Also good melee weapon, hard to beat a good old fashion cudgel for breaking heads eh?
A sliver necklace carved with all sorts of old runs, her primary defensive tool, by activating it with the phrase 'Timpeall' she creates a defensive sphere of gravity about herself, that literally causes object either orbit around her in about a 3 yard radius or if they are solid enough/coming with enough force to be rebounded back, magic/stamina allowing of course.
A pair of special gloves and boots, when she runs power through them they allow her to manipulate gravity in close proximity to those items in really rudimentary way. To repel or attract. Handy for climbing up walls, deflecting blows in close combat, or getting a really well aimed punch on a slippery foe.
'The Sack'
A large over-the shoulder messenger bag that carries her various crafting tools and medical supplies. It is be spelled leather to make it extra durable and help protect the sometimes delicate supplies inside. As such it makes a handy last minute shield.
Items: Chalk, Spools of copper, silver, and gold wire, glass vials for collecting the sort of things that need to be collected in vials, large pocket knife, swiss army knife, an ugly, old, iron pocket watch with the 5 pointed star of magic engraved on the outside of it. Pen and paper for notes/crafting plans/ect.
Personality: Regan is a...passionate young woman. She never does anything by halves and if she is going to feel something she is going to feel it strongly. This leads to her having something of a short temper though luckily she couldn't hold a grudge to save her life. She may be screaming made at you one minute but an hour later she'd half forgotten what she had even yelled about.
Background: While not super rare, Regan is one of those few born to a pair of White Counsel parents. Father was a member of the healers beneath High Councilor Listens To Wind, and her mother is known to be a warden of ridged discipline if not harshly fair when dealing with her subordinates. As Such Regan grew up mostly in the magical world and not the mortal one. Given both of her parents extremely busy life styles working for the White Counsel, A good deal of her early childhood was with great great grand parents on the family farm, where her love of physical activity and working with her hands began.
When she came into her magic she spent most of her time in a boot-camp-like apprenticeship with her parents. Given such intense tutelage and already having a good deal of her life dictated and informed by her knowledge that the supernatural was real she quickly made wizard and then warden status, even before the war began and ever hand was needed.
Others: Growing up in rural Irish farm lands with grandparents who's most advance tech was the radio and parents who could care less about the modern times, she is largely ignorant of popular culture. |
47,329 | 1,282 | 10 | 1,489 | 1,400 | Jimmy rubbed his chin. "No, we don't know with any certainty if the other wardens died. I'm doubtful that they did because I can't think of any building which would still be standing after so many death curses letting loose. Still, the council is treating the wardens who disappeared as MIA. "
"I'm sure the other teams did try a little bit of everything we're thinking of, and I'm sure a lot of them went in with the assumption that the energies inside were the same threat, and it didn't help them get back to us." He sighed and held out his hand to take the monocle. Before raising it to his eye he took a moment to maneuver it around his fingers, examining the fine work of wizarding craftsmanship. "They did send several of the more senior wardens to check the place out before our turn came. Honestly, between the six of us there's really only one thing we have that they didn't, two if you count the fact that we have the awareness of just how dangerous the place is thanks to everyone failing that came before us, and that's numbers. So, if we're going to have any advantage that's going to be it."
The building through the lens was like a watered down version of what he'd seen through his wizard's sight. There was the aggression of the outside wards and the other worldly panic of the inner energies. It was those inner energies that worried him though. He'd never seen anything like them. The closest he could think to that blue energy was the portals to the never-never, but that didn't make sense since the reds and the fairies weren't on the best of terms at the moment so why would they have an open gate like that? He shook his head and tried to tell himself the pain at his temples really wasn't there because it would suck to die with a bad migraine.
"This is a really handy device." He lowered the monocle from his eye and handed it back to Jade. "Wish it was around a bit earlier. Definitely wouldn't be worrying about nightmares I'm going to be having for awhile." He nodded at everyone and moved to the front of the room and turned so the building was behind him. He crossed his arms behind his back and took a deep breath. "So we'll do this smart, or at least as smart as we can under the circumstances. We'll go with Jade's idea and split up into teams. The first one will be include myself and anyone else who wants to start blasting away with the expectation of getting blasted back in return. The second time, consisting of at least Regan and Damien, as you two give me the impression that your good with wards. Gideon, set up a veil and start working a circle as soon as I give the signal, which will be a big boom." He paused and looked at everyone, wondering if they'd agree with him or not, and then came to the conclusion that standing around and talking wasn't going to get anything done anyways so might as well get going. "Well we're not getting paid by the hour so lets get this kamikaze mission started." | Name: James(Jimmy) Thurber
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jimmy stands at 5'11 with a medium build. He's not fat, there's muscle, it's just that muscle can only do so much when your constantly eating fast foods and sweets because there's not enough time for everything else. He wears his long black hair in a ponytail. He has a rare condition which causes his eyes to be different colors(Left brown, right green.)
Abilities:
Evocation- Spirit
Thaumaturgy- Conjuration
Role spells:
Inanis-Jimmy focuses on a spot and snaps his fingers pushing everything physical out of a space the size of a soccer ball, creating a vacuum resulting in an implosion.
Lamma-Jimmy creates blades of will and launches them at opponents.
Levate-Jimmy can point at an object and then point again for where he wants the object to go. Currently the maximum weight of an object he can lift with this spell is fifty pounds and the maximum speed in which he can send it is 75 mph.
Special items:
Staff-A three foot long staff made from quebracho wood. Its his primary focus.
Gold Ring-Constantly absorbs light(Sun, stars, artificial.) Which he can released in a moment's notice. The only problem is if the ring is exposed to sunlight it quickly starts overloading so he either has to regularly empty the vessel, or wear a leather glove to keep it from light.
Magical Windbreaker- A black windbreaker jacket covered in black symbols, which when activate glow white and project a field of will which vastly decreases friction, allowing the user to move much faster.
Items: Travelling Sack, Chalk, Army Knife, pens, a small notebook, salt, and a magnetic board that you could play chess and checkers on.
Personality: Normally quiet, unless he's found someone who he's comfortable talking to. Jimmy doesn't say much but when he does its usually whatever's going on in his own internal world slipping out, ie he, he doesn't normally take time think if what he's going to say needs to be said and if it needs to be said by him. Despite always trying leave his choices up to logic Jimmy is a very emotional human being and has trouble doing things that conflict with what his heart says.
Background: Jimmy's life started easily enough. He came out of a woman after that woman had sex with a man she never saw again for the rest of her life. He grew up with a mother who though too busy sometimes, always made sure he stayed on the right track, and never hesitated to give him a good smack when she felt he wasn't veering a bit too much to the left, which didn't happen often thanks to his heroes always being those characters in comic books who went through all those negative phases before his vary eyes. This went on till around the age of eleven when he accidentally destroyed a video game arcade, and the wardens found him. They didn't execute him which was good and even gave him an opportunity to join their ranks, protect the vanilla mortals and get some extra cash to help his single mother with the bills.
Other: |
47,330 | 1,282 | 11 | 654 | 112 | Jade took the monocle and slipped it back into a pocket. Damien’s posture changed and he began preparing a spell. Jimmy took charge of the conversation and laid out the plan. At least he was being a bit more sensible now, Jade thought and she nodded. “Sorry, Damien but I think it’ll be better for me to go with Jimmy. The support team needs you and as you said, you can get us out.” Jade gave the man a small smile and left with the first team.
Jimmy lead the team and Jade followed close behind. The building’s ward was more intimidating up close. Gathering her will, she pushed the fear away but it was the years of training that kept her heart beat and breathing steady. As much as she would’ve liked to drop into her usual fighting stance, hand to hand combat was probably not a good idea in this situation. She drew her warden’s sword instead and waited for Jimmy’s signal. | Name: Alistair Kain
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Alistair is not the tallest guy around, coming in at around 5'7" with sandy colored hair and a fair complexion. His wiry athletic build is complimented by his icy blue stare.
Abilities: Evocation specialty: Air, Thaumaturgy focus: Wards
Rote spells: Rakurai (uses his gauntlet focus item) A bolt of lightning strikes his target, it's hard to keep the power down, so Alistair will likely not use this unless the situation gets serious.
Furyoku A gust of wind rushes in the direction Alistair desires. Strength can vary from a light breeze to bone breaking force.
Special items: Gauntlet (focus item) a metal glove that helps Alistair store up electricity for any number of spells, most commonly Rakurai. A telescoping staff (collapsed length about 1.5', using a practiced movement it fully extends to 5' extremely quickly, takes longer to collapse though) Engraved with runes to help him be more versatile, with a slight focus in earth magic.
Items: Messenger bag that normally contains a notebook, pens and pencils, some chalk, a few candles, some matches, whatever novel he happens to be reading at the time, and a little bit of spending money.
Personality: Alistair is a fairly upbeat guy, always looking for the silver lining, and trying to cheer up his team with jokes and optimism, though he will occasionally become quiet and seek solitude to be alone with his thoughts.
Background: Alistair's first experience with magic was a violent one. When he was just 14 a Warlock on the run from a squad of Wardens burst into his parents home in the middle of the night and immediately began tearing the place apart trying to make it more fortified. The noise woke the whole family and as Alistair went downstairs to investigate he began to feel... Strange... he didn't know how to describe it, just new pressures being forced onto his perceptions, coupled with the sounds of roaring flame. Everything after that became a blur of images and emotions. The charred remains of his parents. Pain. A knife at his throat. Screaming. Strange faces in grey cloaks. Rushing wind. More pain. Then darkness.
When he awoke several days later one of the grey cloaked men from before introduced himself as Coleman Stryker and explained the situation. He had been taken hostage, and used his first spell to knock his parents killer away from himself, allowing the wardens to finish him off. the neural feedback of the spell caused him to black out. When he got out of the hospital he began to study and grow under Stryker, and now he does everything he can to make sure that no one ever has to go through his pain, ever again, and he joined the Wardens 2 years ago to do just that.
Other: |
47,331 | 1,282 | 12 | 2,387 | 311 | While Jimmy laid out his plan, Kain leaned back against the wall casually scanning the room, marking the other Wardens in his mind. Not having worked with them before, he knew that he would have to be extra careful not to have any interference go on when the spells started flying. When Jade volunteered to be with the support team, Kain stepped away from the wall as a wolfish grin spread across his face, "I must say, going with the support team sounds like my gig, allow me to introduce myself," he raised his gauntlet hand in a wave, and put just a tiny amount of will through it, causing a few small sparks to dance between his fingers. "Warden Kain, door smashing and ass kicking specialist, at your service."
Waiting outside with Jimmy and Jade, Kain began to feel the wire tight exhilaration run through his body that he felt every time a fight was about to go down, he saw Jade draw her sword, and rested his hand on his collapsed staff that sill sat in his thigh holster, ready for a quick draw when needed. Grinning like a mad man, Kain resisted the urge to laugh as he whispered to Jimmy, "Let's do this." | Name: Gideon Maltese
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5ft 5inches, green eyes, shoulder-length black hair with part of it tied into a braid down his back, his body type is quite lanky weighing probably no more than 130-40 lbs, green eyes, a well kept beard in the Honest Abe style covers his face, and although his voice is fairly baritone he speaks in North American phrases of speech though his exact accent is muddled.
Abilities:
Evocation: Spirit
Thaumaturgy: Thematic, Ectomancy
Role Spells:
"Lind"-Casts a Telekinetic Shield in front of himself, strong enough to deflect most projectiles, and can even cast small projectiles back with a degree of precision, but acts merely as a shield at anything larger than a baseball bat. Designed as a personal spell, not designed for protect multiple people.
"Feldr"-Casts a veil over Gideon, anything on his person, and anything he touches, rendering him invisible to most senses (Barring sound, smell, and Third eyes)
Special Items:
Neo-Pagan Talisman: An Old Norse Triquetra adorns his neck, made of silver and inscribed with tiny motifs of Odin, Thor, and Freya in their separate corners, it hangs by an iron chain around his neck, serving as a reservoir for his power.
Bag of Ghost-Dust: Used in his profession for dealing with corporeal forms of ghosts and spirits who prove hostile towards him.
Tattoo of Yggdrasil: Depicting Odin hanging from the World Tree itself, it is inscribed on the right side of his neck and extends onto his right pectoral and shoulder. Inscribed in runes warding against spirits and motes of Ghost-dust into the pigment, it glows starts to glow when spirits are close, with the pigment turning from black to white the closer a spirit is, though the colour indicator is for others to notice, Gideon feels it as heat on the tattooed skin as it changes colour.
Items: Satchel with his ectomancy implements: ritualized knife, several candles and matches, chalk, a small handbook on runes and their meaning, a Ouija board, salt, several sticks of incense, and a mortar and pedestal. His hooded Grey Cloak and enchanted sword (Gram) symbolizing his office as a Warden of The White Council of Wizards, and his wallet containing his ID, Canadian driver's license, and business cards.
Personality: Gideon is quite reserved in his behaviour, often seeming aloof in his own thoughts and speaking few words, he has generally preferred solitude (relatively speaking, he finds the dead more fascinating than most of the living at times) over interaction with others. His introverted nature isn't helped by the fact that he is a wizard, but he is loyal to his friends and allies, and isn't entirely a loner, he just prefers to keep a professional distance in most social matters. He's quite stoic in his emotions, though that doesn't mean he isn't sympathetic towards those in need.
Background: Born in southern Ontario, Canada to a middle-class suburbanite family of four, Gideon grew up through most of his early life without ever considering the idea of eventually becoming a powerful wizard, not unlike most kids. Though Gideon had always found the supernatural fascinating, and was always skeptical of the more sensational and fantastic interpretations of the arcane and monstrous over what he believed were the older and more "true" beliefs on the subjects, he never admitted openly to taking any of it seriously, he was wise enough not to invite such social ridicule when growing up, gods knew he had enough already.
His first experience with the supernatural came, as most do, unexpectedly. While rummaging around in an abandoned production factory in his home time on a dare from his fellow university students, whom believed the town rumours that the place was haunted by the ghosts of workers who died in an accident there, he found that he could sense the presence of "things" around him, later he would come to realise that they were ghosts, tied to this earth by their violent and unexpected deaths, and still remembering their work, but little else, they were truly tied to the building. Too terrified to run, but also oddly enchanted by the sensation, he walked among them and listened in one their patched conversations, broken memories of things the ghosts could not quite remember, until their attention turned on him, just as surprised that someone could actually sense and hear them so clearly, but viewing him as a trespasser nonetheless, Gideon fled the building as the ghosts chased him off the premises, but chose not to follow him further. He was in for an even greater shock when he ran outside, as his fellow students, so terrified that they'd run off, were replaced by a woman, garbed in a grey cloak, old and venerable, and favouring a runed cane, she was still possessed of a stubborn stature.
Her name was Svanhilda Roriksdottir, and she claimed to be a Witch, not the kind that snatched children away like in the fairy tales to be eaten, but a powerful practitioner of The Art, Magic. She had come a long way from her homeland in Norway on assignment from an organization she served, a global collective of human magical users called The White Council. She was to search for any stray appearances of practitioners of the Art, for the number of White Council members in North America, though not tiny, were not suitable for the task of overseeing all of the continent, and on occasion members from Europe were assigned the task of updating the council dossiers on various parts of the continent that saw relatively little council presence. She was to find any and all magic phenomena, practitioners of the Art, or non-human centres of power, determine their behaviour, make note of it for the council, and deal with it if necessary.
She had been observing the situation at the factory in Gideon's hometown for some time, trying to discern the nature of the ghosts, but lacking much skill in the way of Ectomancy, she was having little success. Still curious about the potential of magical talent in the form of practitioners in the area, Hilda waited and watched for any signs of anyone of that kind appearing to register or deal with the issue. She hardly expected to find a young man with the early unrefined capacities for sensing and hearing ghosts to be what would turn up, but it was fortuitous nonetheless. Hilda calmed the frightened young Gideon, explaining to him what he had seen and what she was doing, Gideon would have been inclined to pass it all off as going into shock and hallucinating, had he not thoroughly convinced himself already that those ghosts he had seen could not have been some illusionary trick, and had Hilda not conjured up balls of light right in front of him to prove her talents, but that's besides the point.
She emboldened him to go back in with her and face the ghosts again, that she would protect him and perhaps be able to grant the ghosts lasting rest. Not seeing much option, he led her back in, facing the still agitated ghosts, with Hilda at his side speaking in his ear and gripping his shoulder, he stood firm, talking back at the ghosts and asking them questions as to what they remembered about their deaths, only to find that the workers didn't realise they were dead. Gideon told them this fact, driving some to despair, others to acceptance as some faded out of existence, and a couple others to anger and madness as they lunged forward at the boy who appeared so brightly before them. So illuminating was the boy to them that those remaining ghosts didn't see the slash of the silver blade coming until it was too late for them, forcibly severing their connection to this world and scattering them away.
Frightened, by exhilarated as to everything that had happened, Gideon was grateful for Hilda's support. She herself was pleased with her find, Gideon had demonstrated the potential of being a capable Ectomancer, and she was now curious as to whether he possessed any other possible talents as well in The Art, so much so that she offered to take him on as her apprentice. When asked how he'd explain it to his parents, who wanted him to take on a respectable career, Hilda told him that they could make up a (not entirely false) story about him being a suddenly awoken psychic, with powerful potential as a medium for dealing in Haunted Houses or haunted places, and having retold the incident at the factory (the fighting ghosts and wizardry omitted in favour of more humane perceptions of hauntings and psychic dealings) his parents still weren't pleased, but respected his mature decision to go and tutor under the kindly and venerable Svanhilda.
Thus began his training, he travelled around with Hilda to various places as she finished her assignment, and presented him to the White Council as her apprentice on her return home to Norway. There, his training and studies formally began, with access to the Council's studies on Ectomancy, Gideon honed his skills to suit his own beliefs and styles, finding a new inspired faith in the Neo-Pagan revival of the Old Norse Gods as a source for his powers. After nearly eight years of training and tutorship on magic, ectomancy, and on how to properly handle magic as a White Council wizard, Gideon undertook the tests for gauging his skills and found himself to be a capable enough wizard to apply for Warden status. Earning his cloak and sword, which he named after Sigurn's Garm, he left his esteemed teacher to forge his own path back home in Canada, upholding the laws of the council when called upon in hunting warlocks (he was particularly good at finding them, using his ever-expanding contacts among the spirit world as a benefit of his Ectomancy), and moonlighting as a specialist on the cleansing of haunted houses, restoration of the sanctity of old burial sites, and savant on all matters to do with ghosts, what most humans saw as the more prevalent aspects of the "supernatural" in their world. |
47,332 | 1,282 | 13 | 1,489 | 1,400 | Alrighty. Jimmy said nodding at his two partners in a desperate attempt to draw all the fire they could so everyone else could bring down whatever nasty surprises would be waiting for anyone dumb enough to enter the building while the wards were active. "There's no time like the present right, except the past of course if you like looking at things with a smudge of nostalgia over the lenses, so let's bring the noise." He made a face the kind one makes after sucking on a lime covered in salt and spicy peppers for the first time. "God that sounded terrible." He shook his head. "Remind me never to say something like that again. Please!"
Once outside it was hard to mistake the feeling of eyes, lots of them, staring down from everywhere like a bunch of birds waiting for the old lady in the house to throw out their morning bread. "IF this isn't a trap." He muttered under his breath. "Then I'm not only a monkey's uncle, I'm also a Gorilla's niece and the father in law of a couple of penguins who got confused and married ostrich." It was tempting to open his wizard's sight again and get an exact count of how many of the reds were looking at them, or other things, but once was enough for a day. "Come on." He said, deciding to ignore the threats until they were jumping out of the windows and rushing towards them from every angle.
He stopped in front of the building, and pulled out his staff as Jade got her sword ready, and watched the other one's hand hover over his staff like a gunslinger. "Okay, everyone ready?" He said, and then raised a hand towards a mailbox, or mail can, or whatever the big things were called, in front of the building. "I'll take that as a yes." He snapped his fingers and said "Inanis." There was a whoosh of sound as an empty space was created and then this thunderous, oddly muffled bang as the mail box, and everything around it in a twenty feet circle got smashed inwards, leaving a two feet deep crate, and a whole bunch of stuff compressed in the center.
There was a moment of silence where Jimmy worried that the reds hadn't heard that, but the fear was quickly but aside by the bellows of rage that rang out from all around them. "Oh that was close." He said, grabbing the staff from his back. "Was worried for a second there we'd need another wanton display of destruction of public property to get them interested." He looked up and frowned as dozens of red poured out of the windows above them. | Name: James(Jimmy) Thurber
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jimmy stands at 5'11 with a medium build. He's not fat, there's muscle, it's just that muscle can only do so much when your constantly eating fast foods and sweets because there's not enough time for everything else. He wears his long black hair in a ponytail. He has a rare condition which causes his eyes to be different colors(Left brown, right green.)
Abilities:
Evocation- Spirit
Thaumaturgy- Conjuration
Role spells:
Inanis-Jimmy focuses on a spot and snaps his fingers pushing everything physical out of a space the size of a soccer ball, creating a vacuum resulting in an implosion.
Lamma-Jimmy creates blades of will and launches them at opponents.
Levate-Jimmy can point at an object and then point again for where he wants the object to go. Currently the maximum weight of an object he can lift with this spell is fifty pounds and the maximum speed in which he can send it is 75 mph.
Special items:
Staff-A three foot long staff made from quebracho wood. Its his primary focus.
Gold Ring-Constantly absorbs light(Sun, stars, artificial.) Which he can released in a moment's notice. The only problem is if the ring is exposed to sunlight it quickly starts overloading so he either has to regularly empty the vessel, or wear a leather glove to keep it from light.
Magical Windbreaker- A black windbreaker jacket covered in black symbols, which when activate glow white and project a field of will which vastly decreases friction, allowing the user to move much faster.
Items: Travelling Sack, Chalk, Army Knife, pens, a small notebook, salt, and a magnetic board that you could play chess and checkers on.
Personality: Normally quiet, unless he's found someone who he's comfortable talking to. Jimmy doesn't say much but when he does its usually whatever's going on in his own internal world slipping out, ie he, he doesn't normally take time think if what he's going to say needs to be said and if it needs to be said by him. Despite always trying leave his choices up to logic Jimmy is a very emotional human being and has trouble doing things that conflict with what his heart says.
Background: Jimmy's life started easily enough. He came out of a woman after that woman had sex with a man she never saw again for the rest of her life. He grew up with a mother who though too busy sometimes, always made sure he stayed on the right track, and never hesitated to give him a good smack when she felt he wasn't veering a bit too much to the left, which didn't happen often thanks to his heroes always being those characters in comic books who went through all those negative phases before his vary eyes. This went on till around the age of eleven when he accidentally destroyed a video game arcade, and the wardens found him. They didn't execute him which was good and even gave him an opportunity to join their ranks, protect the vanilla mortals and get some extra cash to help his single mother with the bills.
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47,333 | 1,282 | 14 | 654 | 112 | Goodie, a target rich environment. Kain breathed while slapped his thigh and extended his staff with a flick of his wrist."Just my style," Then with a sweep of his staff he shouted, "Furyoku!" and began to launch Reds back into the building, using gale force winds to slam them back into the building. Audible snapping sounds came along with several of the impacts, indicating broken bones. One vamp in particular had a particular bout of bad luck, spinning wildly back through a lower window with a crash, and shards of broken glass ripping open his throat and stomach, causing the unfortunate vamp to thrash about on the floor while his blood reservoir emptied out around him.
Not all the vamps had be delayed by his spell however and Kain drew his warden sword, a whip thin rapier, and he gave the vamps a mock salute and assumed his stance, grinning at them. "This should get interesting, any volunteers?" | Name: Alistair Kain
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Alistair is not the tallest guy around, coming in at around 5'7" with sandy colored hair and a fair complexion. His wiry athletic build is complimented by his icy blue stare.
Abilities: Evocation specialty: Air, Thaumaturgy focus: Wards
Rote spells: Rakurai (uses his gauntlet focus item) A bolt of lightning strikes his target, it's hard to keep the power down, so Alistair will likely not use this unless the situation gets serious.
Furyoku A gust of wind rushes in the direction Alistair desires. Strength can vary from a light breeze to bone breaking force.
Special items: Gauntlet (focus item) a metal glove that helps Alistair store up electricity for any number of spells, most commonly Rakurai. A telescoping staff (collapsed length about 1.5', using a practiced movement it fully extends to 5' extremely quickly, takes longer to collapse though) Engraved with runes to help him be more versatile, with a slight focus in earth magic.
Items: Messenger bag that normally contains a notebook, pens and pencils, some chalk, a few candles, some matches, whatever novel he happens to be reading at the time, and a little bit of spending money.
Personality: Alistair is a fairly upbeat guy, always looking for the silver lining, and trying to cheer up his team with jokes and optimism, though he will occasionally become quiet and seek solitude to be alone with his thoughts.
Background: Alistair's first experience with magic was a violent one. When he was just 14 a Warlock on the run from a squad of Wardens burst into his parents home in the middle of the night and immediately began tearing the place apart trying to make it more fortified. The noise woke the whole family and as Alistair went downstairs to investigate he began to feel... Strange... he didn't know how to describe it, just new pressures being forced onto his perceptions, coupled with the sounds of roaring flame. Everything after that became a blur of images and emotions. The charred remains of his parents. Pain. A knife at his throat. Screaming. Strange faces in grey cloaks. Rushing wind. More pain. Then darkness.
When he awoke several days later one of the grey cloaked men from before introduced himself as Coleman Stryker and explained the situation. He had been taken hostage, and used his first spell to knock his parents killer away from himself, allowing the wardens to finish him off. the neural feedback of the spell caused him to black out. When he got out of the hospital he began to study and grow under Stryker, and now he does everything he can to make sure that no one ever has to go through his pain, ever again, and he joined the Wardens 2 years ago to do just that.
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47,334 | 1,282 | 15 | 2,387 | 311 | Once Jimmy compressed the ground roughly outside the Red Hideout, Gideon got to work, keeping his veil up, he stooped himself and started drawing a circle of chalk around the building, the white line appearing as if from thin air on the ground as the chalk left the stick and appeared on the ground.
Reds were jumping out of the windows and bursting out the doors now, their focus on Jimmy, Kain, and Jade who were doing an effective job at making as much noise and flash and bangs as possible, but as Gideon worked his way around, he kept his eyes trained on any Reds that poked that sprang out, his left hand resting on Garm in case he needed to drop his veil.
He had made it roughly halfway around the building when a couple of Reds looking out saw the conspicuous white line suddenly appearing just outside their building. They couldn't see Gideon, but they didn't have to think long of what might be causing it as one of them pulled out a light machine gun from somewhere nearby and started spraying the area around the start of the line with bullets.
The gunfire forced Gideon to switch tactics. Dropping his veil, he lifted up his left hand and shouted: "Lind!". Gideon appeared in view and as the bullets sprayed down in his direction, they were caught in a wall of energy, shimmering with blue-ish white light as they hit and stopped at the energy from his shield. With a flick of his will and his fingers, the wall pulsed and the bullets reversed trajectory, firing back at the building at the Reds looking out of it. The shells caught some of them, but Gideon knew conventional bullets weren't likely to kill any of them.
Picking up his pace with the chalk and drawing Garm in his left hand, a conventional long sword in the Viking style, he shouted over to his fellow Wardens, hoping they could hear him "Cover's blown! Watch my lines and my ass while I finish!" | Name: Gideon Maltese
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5ft 5inches, green eyes, shoulder-length black hair with part of it tied into a braid down his back, his body type is quite lanky weighing probably no more than 130-40 lbs, green eyes, a well kept beard in the Honest Abe style covers his face, and although his voice is fairly baritone he speaks in North American phrases of speech though his exact accent is muddled.
Abilities:
Evocation: Spirit
Thaumaturgy: Thematic, Ectomancy
Role Spells:
"Lind"-Casts a Telekinetic Shield in front of himself, strong enough to deflect most projectiles, and can even cast small projectiles back with a degree of precision, but acts merely as a shield at anything larger than a baseball bat. Designed as a personal spell, not designed for protect multiple people.
"Feldr"-Casts a veil over Gideon, anything on his person, and anything he touches, rendering him invisible to most senses (Barring sound, smell, and Third eyes)
Special Items:
Neo-Pagan Talisman: An Old Norse Triquetra adorns his neck, made of silver and inscribed with tiny motifs of Odin, Thor, and Freya in their separate corners, it hangs by an iron chain around his neck, serving as a reservoir for his power.
Bag of Ghost-Dust: Used in his profession for dealing with corporeal forms of ghosts and spirits who prove hostile towards him.
Tattoo of Yggdrasil: Depicting Odin hanging from the World Tree itself, it is inscribed on the right side of his neck and extends onto his right pectoral and shoulder. Inscribed in runes warding against spirits and motes of Ghost-dust into the pigment, it glows starts to glow when spirits are close, with the pigment turning from black to white the closer a spirit is, though the colour indicator is for others to notice, Gideon feels it as heat on the tattooed skin as it changes colour.
Items: Satchel with his ectomancy implements: ritualized knife, several candles and matches, chalk, a small handbook on runes and their meaning, a Ouija board, salt, several sticks of incense, and a mortar and pedestal. His hooded Grey Cloak and enchanted sword (Gram) symbolizing his office as a Warden of The White Council of Wizards, and his wallet containing his ID, Canadian driver's license, and business cards.
Personality: Gideon is quite reserved in his behaviour, often seeming aloof in his own thoughts and speaking few words, he has generally preferred solitude (relatively speaking, he finds the dead more fascinating than most of the living at times) over interaction with others. His introverted nature isn't helped by the fact that he is a wizard, but he is loyal to his friends and allies, and isn't entirely a loner, he just prefers to keep a professional distance in most social matters. He's quite stoic in his emotions, though that doesn't mean he isn't sympathetic towards those in need.
Background: Born in southern Ontario, Canada to a middle-class suburbanite family of four, Gideon grew up through most of his early life without ever considering the idea of eventually becoming a powerful wizard, not unlike most kids. Though Gideon had always found the supernatural fascinating, and was always skeptical of the more sensational and fantastic interpretations of the arcane and monstrous over what he believed were the older and more "true" beliefs on the subjects, he never admitted openly to taking any of it seriously, he was wise enough not to invite such social ridicule when growing up, gods knew he had enough already.
His first experience with the supernatural came, as most do, unexpectedly. While rummaging around in an abandoned production factory in his home time on a dare from his fellow university students, whom believed the town rumours that the place was haunted by the ghosts of workers who died in an accident there, he found that he could sense the presence of "things" around him, later he would come to realise that they were ghosts, tied to this earth by their violent and unexpected deaths, and still remembering their work, but little else, they were truly tied to the building. Too terrified to run, but also oddly enchanted by the sensation, he walked among them and listened in one their patched conversations, broken memories of things the ghosts could not quite remember, until their attention turned on him, just as surprised that someone could actually sense and hear them so clearly, but viewing him as a trespasser nonetheless, Gideon fled the building as the ghosts chased him off the premises, but chose not to follow him further. He was in for an even greater shock when he ran outside, as his fellow students, so terrified that they'd run off, were replaced by a woman, garbed in a grey cloak, old and venerable, and favouring a runed cane, she was still possessed of a stubborn stature.
Her name was Svanhilda Roriksdottir, and she claimed to be a Witch, not the kind that snatched children away like in the fairy tales to be eaten, but a powerful practitioner of The Art, Magic. She had come a long way from her homeland in Norway on assignment from an organization she served, a global collective of human magical users called The White Council. She was to search for any stray appearances of practitioners of the Art, for the number of White Council members in North America, though not tiny, were not suitable for the task of overseeing all of the continent, and on occasion members from Europe were assigned the task of updating the council dossiers on various parts of the continent that saw relatively little council presence. She was to find any and all magic phenomena, practitioners of the Art, or non-human centres of power, determine their behaviour, make note of it for the council, and deal with it if necessary.
She had been observing the situation at the factory in Gideon's hometown for some time, trying to discern the nature of the ghosts, but lacking much skill in the way of Ectomancy, she was having little success. Still curious about the potential of magical talent in the form of practitioners in the area, Hilda waited and watched for any signs of anyone of that kind appearing to register or deal with the issue. She hardly expected to find a young man with the early unrefined capacities for sensing and hearing ghosts to be what would turn up, but it was fortuitous nonetheless. Hilda calmed the frightened young Gideon, explaining to him what he had seen and what she was doing, Gideon would have been inclined to pass it all off as going into shock and hallucinating, had he not thoroughly convinced himself already that those ghosts he had seen could not have been some illusionary trick, and had Hilda not conjured up balls of light right in front of him to prove her talents, but that's besides the point.
She emboldened him to go back in with her and face the ghosts again, that she would protect him and perhaps be able to grant the ghosts lasting rest. Not seeing much option, he led her back in, facing the still agitated ghosts, with Hilda at his side speaking in his ear and gripping his shoulder, he stood firm, talking back at the ghosts and asking them questions as to what they remembered about their deaths, only to find that the workers didn't realise they were dead. Gideon told them this fact, driving some to despair, others to acceptance as some faded out of existence, and a couple others to anger and madness as they lunged forward at the boy who appeared so brightly before them. So illuminating was the boy to them that those remaining ghosts didn't see the slash of the silver blade coming until it was too late for them, forcibly severing their connection to this world and scattering them away.
Frightened, by exhilarated as to everything that had happened, Gideon was grateful for Hilda's support. She herself was pleased with her find, Gideon had demonstrated the potential of being a capable Ectomancer, and she was now curious as to whether he possessed any other possible talents as well in The Art, so much so that she offered to take him on as her apprentice. When asked how he'd explain it to his parents, who wanted him to take on a respectable career, Hilda told him that they could make up a (not entirely false) story about him being a suddenly awoken psychic, with powerful potential as a medium for dealing in Haunted Houses or haunted places, and having retold the incident at the factory (the fighting ghosts and wizardry omitted in favour of more humane perceptions of hauntings and psychic dealings) his parents still weren't pleased, but respected his mature decision to go and tutor under the kindly and venerable Svanhilda.
Thus began his training, he travelled around with Hilda to various places as she finished her assignment, and presented him to the White Council as her apprentice on her return home to Norway. There, his training and studies formally began, with access to the Council's studies on Ectomancy, Gideon honed his skills to suit his own beliefs and styles, finding a new inspired faith in the Neo-Pagan revival of the Old Norse Gods as a source for his powers. After nearly eight years of training and tutorship on magic, ectomancy, and on how to properly handle magic as a White Council wizard, Gideon undertook the tests for gauging his skills and found himself to be a capable enough wizard to apply for Warden status. Earning his cloak and sword, which he named after Sigurn's Garm, he left his esteemed teacher to forge his own path back home in Canada, upholding the laws of the council when called upon in hunting warlocks (he was particularly good at finding them, using his ever-expanding contacts among the spirit world as a benefit of his Ectomancy), and moonlighting as a specialist on the cleansing of haunted houses, restoration of the sanctity of old burial sites, and savant on all matters to do with ghosts, what most humans saw as the more prevalent aspects of the "supernatural" in their world. |
47,335 | 1,282 | 16 | 1,234 | 1,040 | Reagen gave a -so-so- gesture with her hand "It not that I'm so strong in the art of wards. I can aid in their construction to be sure, but don't ask me to be I primary ward maker. More of an artificer to be honest." She gestured wither her gloved hands, to her necklace and to her boots, both sets covered with rune-etchings just barely visible in the light of the room, before adding in a grumble under her breath "not that they gave me time to gather up anything that might have been useful back at my lab."
"It's just that my personal specialty, in the elemental sense, is earth magic. Grounding out magic is the next best thing to running water after all. Not skilled enough to invoke like that, canceling out spells like that is probably another half a century outside my league, but given a circle and a few minutes I can break down a good chunk of those defenses." She looked over at the Damian "I'll take half if you take the other. I should be able to handle that much...if not the next best thing to it. Afterwards...well I'll guess I move to aid which ever team appears to be having the most trouble."
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Reagen stood not to far away from where the various teams had been deployed. Specifically she was up on a near by building she needed line of sight on her building and this was the best way to keep an eye on everything she needed. She had already drawn her circle well in advanced and begin preparing her spell. With a circle and a line of sight taking down a ward wasn't something that Reagan would call hard work. Doing this to most warded places would be sort of like magically kicking in a door. But on this scale? Well, that was a different story. She was about to do was more akin to being a one-woman-magic-wrecking-ball. Breaking down Countless defensive spells weaved all around the building like its own personal great wall of china. It was going to be a big spell, a relatively un complex one, but it would be alot of heavy lifting.
She held her shillelagh in both hands, eyes focused on the building, and doing three things in her mind at once. One) Drawing in power Two) Forming and holding the spell in her mind and Three) Reaching out with her senses to tether the oncoming spell to the targeted wards. It started out simple but as she gathered more and more of the wards into the spell she fell the burden grow significantly. The Amount of power she had pulled in for this one was about the biggest single spell as she had ever done. The inside of her mind began to feel pressure like something was growing in the center of her brain and trying to push the whole thing out. She was distantly aware that the first boom and happened and the world below her had gone in to chaos as wardens and vampires clashed in the streets. Time, just a little more time and she'd be done.
Finally she felt her hit her absolute limit and with gritted teeth she broke her circle and swept out her shillelagh, all its runs glowing a brilliant purple light she called out in a loud thunderous, commanding voice "SCAIP!"
The power flooded out of her enough to make her fall to her knees with the shocking sensation of it's sudden absence. But the spell did as it was meant to. There was a faint rumble in the ground as the spell rolled its way through the earth and clawed wards down into the defusing presence of the world. It took her a moment to regain he breath. She rose to her feat and looked down. Seems things were going about as well as could be expected. She jumped over the side of the building, running power through her gloves and boots as she did, She commanded the gravity of these items to cling to the side of the building, she slide down the side at a safe, if a bit quick for comfort, pace and landed on the ground. She ran at a dead sprint past the main team, her warden blade in one hand and her walking stick in the other she struck at any red that was near her path. As she passed 'team boom' she yelled "Got my share of the wards down. May be safe to start tossing magic at building it self or pushing into it if ya can. You keep this up, I'll cover Gideon and hopefully get us both back to ya for back up."
With that she ran on and matched pace with Gideon, coming along to his shielded side. "On my mark, you can drop the shield and focus on the drawing. We should move quicker with you focusing on the circle and I focusing on the defense." She began to run power through necklace, it began to take up a more metallic seeming purple glow. "One...Two...Three! Timpeall!"
As Gideon's defenses went down her own went up. A sphere of gravity about them that made the oncoming rain of bullets not stop in their tracks but rather move around them along its edge, they passed harmless around them. In the river of gun fire they the stubborn stone that parted the flow. She was glade to have this defensive necklace handy today. She wasn't sure how much direct evocation she could handle after such a big spell. But she was still physically on full, and woe beget any dirty red that get within arms reach of her and her short, wicked Hallstatt Sword in one hand and her rushing cudgel in the other. | Name: Regan Shauna O'Bagley
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: Regan Is a towering and imposing figure, Standing at a solid 6'2'' and build like your average farm hand With a musculature that speak to someone who not only spends a great deal of her time doing hard labor but who works to maintain what she'd call 'a battle ready body'. Her hair is long, fiery red, and carefully braided at all times. Her eyes a dark, subtly rich, green reminiscent of pine-trees. Her casual ware is nothing outlandish or remarkable, though given her crafting talents she tends to have a fair bit of jeweler on her when on active ops, especially when she knows what to prep for.
Abilities:
Evocation - Earth
Thaumaturgy- Crafting and Healing
Role Spells:
Domhan Bhru - This spell creates a violent surge of gravity that launches upwards with great force. amount of force varies on energy used of course.
Cre Rince- With a thrust or a swing of her wacker she causes the ground before her to ripple in a line about shoulder width apart. this can be subtle enough to be nearly undetectable with the force enough to make someone unexcitedly stumble, or violent enough that the earth splintering in the waves wake, becoming treacherous to walk on and impacts with battering ram force. Think of a pane of glass breaking in slow motion in terms of the visual. Except in a straight line.
Deisithe Lamha- Her only evocation style healing spell. Her emergency medical application so to speak. By laying hands on someone who is dangerously wounded, forcing the area to rapidly mend. It takes a massive amount of energy to perform and she must maintain physical contact with the wounded party. She'd prefer to not have to use this technique if at all possible save for emergencies where anything less that immediate action would result in the lose of life.
Speciel Items:
'The Wacker'
A sizable walking stick, almost more like a cane fit for her significant size, coming just above her waist. In truth it is an oversize shillelagh that functions as her staff. Good for earth magic's and decent for raw force, and serviceable for the various other elements outside of her expertise. Also good melee weapon, hard to beat a good old fashion cudgel for breaking heads eh?
A sliver necklace carved with all sorts of old runs, her primary defensive tool, by activating it with the phrase 'Timpeall' she creates a defensive sphere of gravity about herself, that literally causes object either orbit around her in about a 3 yard radius or if they are solid enough/coming with enough force to be rebounded back, magic/stamina allowing of course.
A pair of special gloves and boots, when she runs power through them they allow her to manipulate gravity in close proximity to those items in really rudimentary way. To repel or attract. Handy for climbing up walls, deflecting blows in close combat, or getting a really well aimed punch on a slippery foe.
'The Sack'
A large over-the shoulder messenger bag that carries her various crafting tools and medical supplies. It is be spelled leather to make it extra durable and help protect the sometimes delicate supplies inside. As such it makes a handy last minute shield.
Items: Chalk, Spools of copper, silver, and gold wire, glass vials for collecting the sort of things that need to be collected in vials, large pocket knife, swiss army knife, an ugly, old, iron pocket watch with the 5 pointed star of magic engraved on the outside of it. Pen and paper for notes/crafting plans/ect.
Personality: Regan is a...passionate young woman. She never does anything by halves and if she is going to feel something she is going to feel it strongly. This leads to her having something of a short temper though luckily she couldn't hold a grudge to save her life. She may be screaming made at you one minute but an hour later she'd half forgotten what she had even yelled about.
Background: While not super rare, Regan is one of those few born to a pair of White Counsel parents. Father was a member of the healers beneath High Councilor Listens To Wind, and her mother is known to be a warden of ridged discipline if not harshly fair when dealing with her subordinates. As Such Regan grew up mostly in the magical world and not the mortal one. Given both of her parents extremely busy life styles working for the White Counsel, A good deal of her early childhood was with great great grand parents on the family farm, where her love of physical activity and working with her hands began.
When she came into her magic she spent most of her time in a boot-camp-like apprenticeship with her parents. Given such intense tutelage and already having a good deal of her life dictated and informed by her knowledge that the supernatural was real she quickly made wizard and then warden status, even before the war began and ever hand was needed.
Others: Growing up in rural Irish farm lands with grandparents who's most advance tech was the radio and parents who could care less about the modern times, she is largely ignorant of popular culture. |
47,336 | 1,282 | 17 | 1,489 | 1,400 | It didn't go as he thought it would. Yes, he knew there would be reds, enough of them to cause trouble, but not for a second did he think there'd be anywhere near the amount that was bearing down on him from every direction. It wasn't like a damn slowly bursting under a massive amount of pressure. It was like the red sea reclaiming its territory after Moses decided to let his arms rest. There was a red everywhere. Hell, it was a choir to see any of the cement grey beneath their rushing numbers.
"No need to count them all" Jimmy muttered, raising his staff and aiming at a group of reds that almost close enough to kill him with their bad, coppery, breaths. "Lamma!" He called as he raised his staff and let loose a wave of invisible blades made out of pure will. Each of the blades found their marks in the blood sacks, causing a dozen or so vampire bellies to burst open. Every one of the vamps that got hit by the spell fell went down, and none bothered to get up. Which would've been cause for celebration, under most circumstances, but because of the twenty vamps leaping over their fellow brothers in arms, streamers and cakes were held off. "Inanis" he said, snapping his fingers and taking a step back. There was a loud POP, a violent movement of air, and then a condensed sphere of what used to be red court vampires.
Another wave went down because blades separating heads from necks had that effect. Before the next one got a chance to form up and aim towards him, Jimmy noted that at least half of the wards were down, which was good enough for him. "Inanis!" He shouted as a hole appeared where two doors used to be. "Now's not the time to risk running into a locked set of doors!" He said as a way to explain the strange act of destruction to anyone near enough to hear.
"Alright people, let's move in and see what kind of fruit we're going to get to reap today." He waved his arm, pointed to the opening and then started moving towards said opening. "Let's get inside." He turned towards Jade, and called "I hope you've got enough strength to open the way because I'm extremely doubtful we're going to be able to come out the same way we went in." | Name: James(Jimmy) Thurber
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jimmy stands at 5'11 with a medium build. He's not fat, there's muscle, it's just that muscle can only do so much when your constantly eating fast foods and sweets because there's not enough time for everything else. He wears his long black hair in a ponytail. He has a rare condition which causes his eyes to be different colors(Left brown, right green.)
Abilities:
Evocation- Spirit
Thaumaturgy- Conjuration
Role spells:
Inanis-Jimmy focuses on a spot and snaps his fingers pushing everything physical out of a space the size of a soccer ball, creating a vacuum resulting in an implosion.
Lamma-Jimmy creates blades of will and launches them at opponents.
Levate-Jimmy can point at an object and then point again for where he wants the object to go. Currently the maximum weight of an object he can lift with this spell is fifty pounds and the maximum speed in which he can send it is 75 mph.
Special items:
Staff-A three foot long staff made from quebracho wood. Its his primary focus.
Gold Ring-Constantly absorbs light(Sun, stars, artificial.) Which he can released in a moment's notice. The only problem is if the ring is exposed to sunlight it quickly starts overloading so he either has to regularly empty the vessel, or wear a leather glove to keep it from light.
Magical Windbreaker- A black windbreaker jacket covered in black symbols, which when activate glow white and project a field of will which vastly decreases friction, allowing the user to move much faster.
Items: Travelling Sack, Chalk, Army Knife, pens, a small notebook, salt, and a magnetic board that you could play chess and checkers on.
Personality: Normally quiet, unless he's found someone who he's comfortable talking to. Jimmy doesn't say much but when he does its usually whatever's going on in his own internal world slipping out, ie he, he doesn't normally take time think if what he's going to say needs to be said and if it needs to be said by him. Despite always trying leave his choices up to logic Jimmy is a very emotional human being and has trouble doing things that conflict with what his heart says.
Background: Jimmy's life started easily enough. He came out of a woman after that woman had sex with a man she never saw again for the rest of her life. He grew up with a mother who though too busy sometimes, always made sure he stayed on the right track, and never hesitated to give him a good smack when she felt he wasn't veering a bit too much to the left, which didn't happen often thanks to his heroes always being those characters in comic books who went through all those negative phases before his vary eyes. This went on till around the age of eleven when he accidentally destroyed a video game arcade, and the wardens found him. They didn't execute him which was good and even gave him an opportunity to join their ranks, protect the vanilla mortals and get some extra cash to help his single mother with the bills.
Other: |
47,337 | 1,282 | 18 | 1,489 | 1,400 | (Ignore this) | Name: James(Jimmy) Thurber
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jimmy stands at 5'11 with a medium build. He's not fat, there's muscle, it's just that muscle can only do so much when your constantly eating fast foods and sweets because there's not enough time for everything else. He wears his long black hair in a ponytail. He has a rare condition which causes his eyes to be different colors(Left brown, right green.)
Abilities:
Evocation- Spirit
Thaumaturgy- Conjuration
Role spells:
Inanis-Jimmy focuses on a spot and snaps his fingers pushing everything physical out of a space the size of a soccer ball, creating a vacuum resulting in an implosion.
Lamma-Jimmy creates blades of will and launches them at opponents.
Levate-Jimmy can point at an object and then point again for where he wants the object to go. Currently the maximum weight of an object he can lift with this spell is fifty pounds and the maximum speed in which he can send it is 75 mph.
Special items:
Staff-A three foot long staff made from quebracho wood. Its his primary focus.
Gold Ring-Constantly absorbs light(Sun, stars, artificial.) Which he can released in a moment's notice. The only problem is if the ring is exposed to sunlight it quickly starts overloading so he either has to regularly empty the vessel, or wear a leather glove to keep it from light.
Magical Windbreaker- A black windbreaker jacket covered in black symbols, which when activate glow white and project a field of will which vastly decreases friction, allowing the user to move much faster.
Items: Travelling Sack, Chalk, Army Knife, pens, a small notebook, salt, and a magnetic board that you could play chess and checkers on.
Personality: Normally quiet, unless he's found someone who he's comfortable talking to. Jimmy doesn't say much but when he does its usually whatever's going on in his own internal world slipping out, ie he, he doesn't normally take time think if what he's going to say needs to be said and if it needs to be said by him. Despite always trying leave his choices up to logic Jimmy is a very emotional human being and has trouble doing things that conflict with what his heart says.
Background: Jimmy's life started easily enough. He came out of a woman after that woman had sex with a man she never saw again for the rest of her life. He grew up with a mother who though too busy sometimes, always made sure he stayed on the right track, and never hesitated to give him a good smack when she felt he wasn't veering a bit too much to the left, which didn't happen often thanks to his heroes always being those characters in comic books who went through all those negative phases before his vary eyes. This went on till around the age of eleven when he accidentally destroyed a video game arcade, and the wardens found him. They didn't execute him which was good and even gave him an opportunity to join their ranks, protect the vanilla mortals and get some extra cash to help his single mother with the bills.
Other: |
47,338 | 1,282 | 19 | 654 | 112 | The close quarters combat was going fine, if you didn’t mind the endless stream of monsters trying to eat your face. With one hand, Jade cut through another vampire and with the other she called up fire and unleashed it into the belly of another. Red court vampires died messy, too much blood and guts. Normally Jade wouldn’t care, but the amount of spilled reds were coating everywhere. The streets were starting to feel a bit slick underneath her boots. It would’ve been terrible and slightly unseemly to trip over gut and have the dozen or so vampires left seize that chance.
The wards were only half gone but it was enough for Jimmy to bust down the door and lead the charge in. Jade considered again to set everything on fire but thought best not to. They might be able to gain some information once they were inside and incinerating any clues would be counterproductive. Jade had only set foot through the door and hesitated. The scent of gunpowder was heavy in the air. This was a fireworks storage? No, it now housed other explosives, the more dangerous kind.
A Way was opened and the vampires that didn’t attack were busy carrying off crates of explosives. The monsters noticed them immediately and screeched. And the biggest red court vampire Jade had ever seen, dropped the crate it was carrying and rushed over. Jade’s first instinct was to stop it by blowing their heads off and she gathered her will for just that but instead she unleashed pure kinetic force. It hit the vampire head on but it shrugged the blow off without slowing down. Jade cursed. | Name: Alistair Kain
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Alistair is not the tallest guy around, coming in at around 5'7" with sandy colored hair and a fair complexion. His wiry athletic build is complimented by his icy blue stare.
Abilities: Evocation specialty: Air, Thaumaturgy focus: Wards
Rote spells: Rakurai (uses his gauntlet focus item) A bolt of lightning strikes his target, it's hard to keep the power down, so Alistair will likely not use this unless the situation gets serious.
Furyoku A gust of wind rushes in the direction Alistair desires. Strength can vary from a light breeze to bone breaking force.
Special items: Gauntlet (focus item) a metal glove that helps Alistair store up electricity for any number of spells, most commonly Rakurai. A telescoping staff (collapsed length about 1.5', using a practiced movement it fully extends to 5' extremely quickly, takes longer to collapse though) Engraved with runes to help him be more versatile, with a slight focus in earth magic.
Items: Messenger bag that normally contains a notebook, pens and pencils, some chalk, a few candles, some matches, whatever novel he happens to be reading at the time, and a little bit of spending money.
Personality: Alistair is a fairly upbeat guy, always looking for the silver lining, and trying to cheer up his team with jokes and optimism, though he will occasionally become quiet and seek solitude to be alone with his thoughts.
Background: Alistair's first experience with magic was a violent one. When he was just 14 a Warlock on the run from a squad of Wardens burst into his parents home in the middle of the night and immediately began tearing the place apart trying to make it more fortified. The noise woke the whole family and as Alistair went downstairs to investigate he began to feel... Strange... he didn't know how to describe it, just new pressures being forced onto his perceptions, coupled with the sounds of roaring flame. Everything after that became a blur of images and emotions. The charred remains of his parents. Pain. A knife at his throat. Screaming. Strange faces in grey cloaks. Rushing wind. More pain. Then darkness.
When he awoke several days later one of the grey cloaked men from before introduced himself as Coleman Stryker and explained the situation. He had been taken hostage, and used his first spell to knock his parents killer away from himself, allowing the wardens to finish him off. the neural feedback of the spell caused him to black out. When he got out of the hospital he began to study and grow under Stryker, and now he does everything he can to make sure that no one ever has to go through his pain, ever again, and he joined the Wardens 2 years ago to do just that.
Other: |
47,339 | 1,283 | 0 | 812 | 64 | Assassin? Scum is more like it. An old man took a sip from a wine glass as he watched the television. The he seemed stressed, his large frame silhouetted by the light of the TV and the fireplace. "He's probably just another two bit thug who got a hold of his fathers pistol." He brushed his white hair aside as a picture came up on the screen. A drip of sweat hung from his brow "I'm just happy that Mr. Berton is in good health." The the man being interviewed replied to a question. The old man, Mr. Dean Ethermore, pressed his forefinger and thumb to the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "Unbelievable." He turned off the TV, reached for his phone and held down a number. The speaker rang once then was picked up. "Stuart's dead. We're going to have to pack up shop again." A voice on the other side complained. "Yes everything. Dispose of anything we don't need." The old man hesitated. "And find a replacement for the young man."
He hung up the phone without another word and sat there looking down at it for a moment. Then he picked it up and slammed it down again, again, and again before placing it nicely back on it's perch. leaning back in his chair he reached for his glass of wine again and spoke. "I'm getting too old for this." He downed what was left in the glass, stood and made his way over to his desk.
There he pulled out a key and opened a filing cabinet. 15 folders were inside. He picked one up and opened it. Inside was a picture of a young man sitting on a park bench all smiles. Below it read Stuart Gert. "He was a good kid. Too good for this job." Dean thought. He flipped through the pages of the file as he meandered his way across the room to the fireplace. The white haired man thought stopped and stood at the hearth of the fireplace till he reached the last page. "Guess your number 23 Stuart." He closed the file and threw it into the fire. The pages lit up and curled back turning to black. Then to ash. Dean turned, picking up his wine glass, leaving the room.
He was topping off his glass again when there was a knock at his door. He looked at the screen on his wrist band, pulling up the surveillance footage of the front of the house, Camera 18. It was his usual courier. A young lad. About 14 years old. He pressed a finger up against the screen and spoke, "Hold on, I'll be down."
He walked through the mostly empty halls leading to empty rooms full of memories. He walked down the ornate curved staircase, into the grand foyer, across the dark and light checkered marble floors and under that over sized chandelier. It was the only chandelier he had ever seen that seemed to give off a warm glow. He looked again at the camera view before opening the door. "Hello Christopher." The boy held out a letter. "Good morning. This was in the drop box today." Dean took the letter and pulled out the usual payment of 100$ cash for the young man. "Thanks, and here's yours." Every time the boys eyes seemed to light up as he graciously took it from the Director. He probably had no idea how dangerous these little chores were. He closed the door behind him after wishing the courier a good day.
As he started to make his way back to his office he pulled out his reading glasses and opened the letter. It was a basic contract. Nothing too fancy. A fine pay off with 75% in advance, as is the usual. He made a pass through the kitchen on the way to pick up the glass of wine he had left behind.
Arriving back in his office he took a closer look at the contract. He searched names and started to gather information on the marks. When he was satisfied with what he had gathered he selected three candidates and sent out the appropriate messages. "They should be more than enough." He thought as he finished up. He stood up and got ready for the company of his subordinates. When he had finished he took a seat in the grand foyer, propped up his bad leg and continued nursing on his glass of wine. | Name: Mr. Dean Ethermore
Age: 78 years
Gear: The Mansion and a Pistol
History w/ the Ankou: Dean Is the oldest member of the organization. Taken off of the streets by the former director he was raised in wealth with a knowledge of what it means to have nothing. His adopted father pushed him into acrobatics and taught him at home, never letting on to his dark background. When Dean was of age (16) his father broke the news and gave him is first contract; who just so happened to be tied up in the basement. From then on he continued to work for his father as well as study. Eventually his father showed him that there was much more to the Ankou organization. Usually 15 assassins would be employed to do various contracts handed out by the director. At the age of 30 his father died and handed the head position down. He started at the bottom and now he's the one pulling the strings. He inherited the wealth and the power. |
47,340 | 1,283 | 1 | 2,008 | 533 | Cecelia had just left the music store, satisfied with her purchase of "CDs" or rather the CDs' download codes to put them directly on her phone. Bobbing her head to the beat of her newly discovered interest in Glitch Hop, she heads in the direction of her house- which isn't but a few blocks- which meant weaving her way through or around clusters of people- all whom she ignored, except for a muttered "excuse me/pardon me"- on the sidewalk. The catchy tunes made time seem to go by faster, and she was nearly home- about a block or so from her driveway- when her music was interrupted briefly by her text message chime. She unlocked her phone and went to her "SecureLine_MSG" app and read the text from the only contact that messages her on that secure channel: The Director. Pushing a lock of hair out of her face, she read the message- which was short, concise, and direct- that told her when and where to meet for her assignment.
Huh. Wonder who it is this time. It's been a while, and I could do for the cash. Deciding to accept, she sent her predetermined "ACCEPT" text and jogged the rest of the way home to change into her black sweatshirt, yoga pants- it's all she really has that's somewhat form fitting but not tights/leggings- and black sneaks- teehee, black sneakers for stealth work; just a perfect name for them. Once fully changed, she grabbed her keys and headed for the car and let familiarity drive her to the director's usual meeting place- or rather, his MANSION(!). | Name: Jonathan "Reaper" Washington
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance:
Gear:
-Scythe, a modified XFS-8 rifle. Uses a rail gun system to accelerate metal projectiles at extreme speed. The mods allow him to zoom in several times more than standard models. He also boosted the magnets’ power. Enabling an overcharge to accelerate projectiles at even higher speed. Has no clip. Every bullet needs to be reloaded manually. Also, the overcharge has 2 very nasty backsides. For one, it harms the magnets. Making them less powerful with each shot to the point that the rifle gets useless. As a second: the high electromagnetic forces often create a lightning arc towards the bullet. In other words, there is a big chance that if he fires a round when the gun is overcharged, a second after the bullet left the rifle, a lightning arc might leap out of the barrel towards the bullet. Giving away Jonathan’s location.
-Reaper’s rounds. Reaper possesses several kind of rounds. Those who carry darts, poison, explosives, acid, etc.
-Death’s cloak. A cloak with optical camouflage. Up close everyone will realize it optical camo. But form far away the cloak is good enough so long range snipers will have a hard time locating him.
-Grim gaze. Ocular implants. The implants go hand in hand with his facial “gear” which provide heat vision, night vision and x-ray vision. Note the x-ray vision is only effective at very close range and can still show up pretty hazy images. It’s still a prototype and not often used.
History:
Born in Louisiana, Jonathan was taught how to use a rifle from when he was very young. Like any patriotic youth he joined up with the marines. Though it was soon noted that his proficiency with the average automatic rifle was extremely lacking. Though he was a prodigy in sharpshooting. After basic marine training he went to get trained as sniper. Quickly after his graduation he was shipped out. During his first tour, we was handed increasingly more dangerous missions. First simply supporting jobs. But quickly he was tasked with advanced recon of hostile fortresses. It was then that he made his name. It was in some long ruined fortress the insurgence had set up camp. At night, Jonathan’s finger was itching. Breaking all his mission parameters he shot a guard. Then another. Then another. Soon the camp was in full alert. But Jonathan didn’t stop firing. Several high-profile targets attempted to feel in vehicles. With several masterfully placed shots he was able to disable the vehicles and neutralize the VIPs. After that he called in an airstrike. Soldiers still claim that the following morning they found him cooking his bacon over the fires of a vehicle. After all that he was send back home with a new nickname: Grim.
Soon after he returned home he was recruited by the US Rangers. After several months of training, he returned to the country he did his first tour. As it happened, DARPA had manufactured deep-cover infiltration gear. Jonathan, with his reputation preceding him, was one of the first to try it. With the gear he was rather successful eliminating some deeply entrenched locations. Eventually they gave him a mission that even he felt was too much for him. But instead of merely refusing the mission, he asked if afterwards, he could keep the gear. DARPA was incredibly reluctant. But public opinion was quickly looking down the war and it was either to win or flee again. They allowed it. After that he vanished. Quite literally. Nobody ever found him again. Though a month after he got the mission, the leader of the insurgency and all his highest ranking officers were found dead. Among the US Marine Snipers he is still a legend. By the name of Reaper. |
47,341 | 1,283 | 2 | 812 | 64 | Dean began to grow tired of waiting when he saw the bottom of his wine glass. The old wicker chair creaked under his weight as he shifted. The old director used to sit here. He could never push himself to replace the old things. There where many fond memories of playing in this place as a child. The cliched sliding down the railing and throwing his bouncy ball around where the most vivid memories. Every now and then when the old man was feeling spunky he would slide down the railing like old times. He lightly shook his head at the thought.
He looked around the room and spotted the old Baldwin piano sitting under the stairs, in front of the window looking out onto the gardens. He stood, walked over to it and sat down on the bench. It to squeaked in the defining silence of the mansion. Outside the window it was dark, but the dim light of the moon was still casting shadows. He looked down at the piano recalling the cords to an old Russian song "When We Were at War." (( Listen here: )) Feeling nostalgic he gently place his fingers on the keys and started to play. His 'father' would always play this when he was drunk. When Dean was of age the Director taught him how to play it. Dean started to hum and rock back and forth with the song. Soon he himself broke into song singing with all of the gusto he could muster. | Name: Mr. Dean Ethermore
Age: 78 years
Gear: The Mansion and a Pistol
History w/ the Ankou: Dean Is the oldest member of the organization. Taken off of the streets by the former director he was raised in wealth with a knowledge of what it means to have nothing. His adopted father pushed him into acrobatics and taught him at home, never letting on to his dark background. When Dean was of age (16) his father broke the news and gave him is first contract; who just so happened to be tied up in the basement. From then on he continued to work for his father as well as study. Eventually his father showed him that there was much more to the Ankou organization. Usually 15 assassins would be employed to do various contracts handed out by the director. At the age of 30 his father died and handed the head position down. He started at the bottom and now he's the one pulling the strings. He inherited the wealth and the power. |
47,342 | 1,283 | 3 | 2,008 | 533 | Cecelia's fifteen minute drive felt more like five since her muscle memory took over as one hand fidgeted with the key she was given the night she joined. Once at the mansion, she unlocked the door and entered, still amazed by how huge this house is, considering that the director seemed more like the kind of guy that would live in a small house on the Prairie or something like that. Still having one earphone in her ear, Cecelia found the director sitting in the foyer as her playlist of 8-bit-reminiscent electronic music was ending. Seeing the director playing his piano, Cecelia smiled. "'Ello sir. How are we today? I hear you have something for me?" | Name: Jonathan "Reaper" Washington
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance:
Gear:
-Scythe, a modified XFS-8 rifle. Uses a rail gun system to accelerate metal projectiles at extreme speed. The mods allow him to zoom in several times more than standard models. He also boosted the magnets’ power. Enabling an overcharge to accelerate projectiles at even higher speed. Has no clip. Every bullet needs to be reloaded manually. Also, the overcharge has 2 very nasty backsides. For one, it harms the magnets. Making them less powerful with each shot to the point that the rifle gets useless. As a second: the high electromagnetic forces often create a lightning arc towards the bullet. In other words, there is a big chance that if he fires a round when the gun is overcharged, a second after the bullet left the rifle, a lightning arc might leap out of the barrel towards the bullet. Giving away Jonathan’s location.
-Reaper’s rounds. Reaper possesses several kind of rounds. Those who carry darts, poison, explosives, acid, etc.
-Death’s cloak. A cloak with optical camouflage. Up close everyone will realize it optical camo. But form far away the cloak is good enough so long range snipers will have a hard time locating him.
-Grim gaze. Ocular implants. The implants go hand in hand with his facial “gear” which provide heat vision, night vision and x-ray vision. Note the x-ray vision is only effective at very close range and can still show up pretty hazy images. It’s still a prototype and not often used.
History:
Born in Louisiana, Jonathan was taught how to use a rifle from when he was very young. Like any patriotic youth he joined up with the marines. Though it was soon noted that his proficiency with the average automatic rifle was extremely lacking. Though he was a prodigy in sharpshooting. After basic marine training he went to get trained as sniper. Quickly after his graduation he was shipped out. During his first tour, we was handed increasingly more dangerous missions. First simply supporting jobs. But quickly he was tasked with advanced recon of hostile fortresses. It was then that he made his name. It was in some long ruined fortress the insurgence had set up camp. At night, Jonathan’s finger was itching. Breaking all his mission parameters he shot a guard. Then another. Then another. Soon the camp was in full alert. But Jonathan didn’t stop firing. Several high-profile targets attempted to feel in vehicles. With several masterfully placed shots he was able to disable the vehicles and neutralize the VIPs. After that he called in an airstrike. Soldiers still claim that the following morning they found him cooking his bacon over the fires of a vehicle. After all that he was send back home with a new nickname: Grim.
Soon after he returned home he was recruited by the US Rangers. After several months of training, he returned to the country he did his first tour. As it happened, DARPA had manufactured deep-cover infiltration gear. Jonathan, with his reputation preceding him, was one of the first to try it. With the gear he was rather successful eliminating some deeply entrenched locations. Eventually they gave him a mission that even he felt was too much for him. But instead of merely refusing the mission, he asked if afterwards, he could keep the gear. DARPA was incredibly reluctant. But public opinion was quickly looking down the war and it was either to win or flee again. They allowed it. After that he vanished. Quite literally. Nobody ever found him again. Though a month after he got the mission, the leader of the insurgency and all his highest ranking officers were found dead. Among the US Marine Snipers he is still a legend. By the name of Reaper. |
47,343 | 1,283 | 4 | 812 | 64 | Dean stopped singing, "Nice of you to drop in." His fingers still danced across the keys for a moment longer before he held the last note. He released a sighed and closed the piano back up. Then spun around on the bench. "So, you feeling up to another assignment? It'll pay the usual. It's a pretty average mark. This guy's mad at this guy and needs him removed." He stood and started to pace. "That's all I'm going to give you until you accept. As you know, it's for your own safety as well as the safety of your comrades." | Name: Mr. Dean Ethermore
Age: 78 years
Gear: The Mansion and a Pistol
History w/ the Ankou: Dean Is the oldest member of the organization. Taken off of the streets by the former director he was raised in wealth with a knowledge of what it means to have nothing. His adopted father pushed him into acrobatics and taught him at home, never letting on to his dark background. When Dean was of age (16) his father broke the news and gave him is first contract; who just so happened to be tied up in the basement. From then on he continued to work for his father as well as study. Eventually his father showed him that there was much more to the Ankou organization. Usually 15 assassins would be employed to do various contracts handed out by the director. At the age of 30 his father died and handed the head position down. He started at the bottom and now he's the one pulling the strings. He inherited the wealth and the power. |
47,344 | 1,283 | 5 | 2,008 | 533 | Cecelia pushed the headphones onto her shoulders and listened to the employer as he briefed her on what he could. Rolling her eyes, Cecelia responds in a much more polite tone. "Sir, you know that I wouldn't be here if I were to decline. I'm definitely accepting the terms and agreements of this contract and accept all responsibility and liability, blah blah blah. Who, where, when, and extras, please. I do enjoy a challenge, which I'm sure you know." Making use of the Android 'Terms and Agreement' things everyone hits accept without looking, Cecelia awaits the details of her assignment. | Name: Jonathan "Reaper" Washington
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance:
Gear:
-Scythe, a modified XFS-8 rifle. Uses a rail gun system to accelerate metal projectiles at extreme speed. The mods allow him to zoom in several times more than standard models. He also boosted the magnets’ power. Enabling an overcharge to accelerate projectiles at even higher speed. Has no clip. Every bullet needs to be reloaded manually. Also, the overcharge has 2 very nasty backsides. For one, it harms the magnets. Making them less powerful with each shot to the point that the rifle gets useless. As a second: the high electromagnetic forces often create a lightning arc towards the bullet. In other words, there is a big chance that if he fires a round when the gun is overcharged, a second after the bullet left the rifle, a lightning arc might leap out of the barrel towards the bullet. Giving away Jonathan’s location.
-Reaper’s rounds. Reaper possesses several kind of rounds. Those who carry darts, poison, explosives, acid, etc.
-Death’s cloak. A cloak with optical camouflage. Up close everyone will realize it optical camo. But form far away the cloak is good enough so long range snipers will have a hard time locating him.
-Grim gaze. Ocular implants. The implants go hand in hand with his facial “gear” which provide heat vision, night vision and x-ray vision. Note the x-ray vision is only effective at very close range and can still show up pretty hazy images. It’s still a prototype and not often used.
History:
Born in Louisiana, Jonathan was taught how to use a rifle from when he was very young. Like any patriotic youth he joined up with the marines. Though it was soon noted that his proficiency with the average automatic rifle was extremely lacking. Though he was a prodigy in sharpshooting. After basic marine training he went to get trained as sniper. Quickly after his graduation he was shipped out. During his first tour, we was handed increasingly more dangerous missions. First simply supporting jobs. But quickly he was tasked with advanced recon of hostile fortresses. It was then that he made his name. It was in some long ruined fortress the insurgence had set up camp. At night, Jonathan’s finger was itching. Breaking all his mission parameters he shot a guard. Then another. Then another. Soon the camp was in full alert. But Jonathan didn’t stop firing. Several high-profile targets attempted to feel in vehicles. With several masterfully placed shots he was able to disable the vehicles and neutralize the VIPs. After that he called in an airstrike. Soldiers still claim that the following morning they found him cooking his bacon over the fires of a vehicle. After all that he was send back home with a new nickname: Grim.
Soon after he returned home he was recruited by the US Rangers. After several months of training, he returned to the country he did his first tour. As it happened, DARPA had manufactured deep-cover infiltration gear. Jonathan, with his reputation preceding him, was one of the first to try it. With the gear he was rather successful eliminating some deeply entrenched locations. Eventually they gave him a mission that even he felt was too much for him. But instead of merely refusing the mission, he asked if afterwards, he could keep the gear. DARPA was incredibly reluctant. But public opinion was quickly looking down the war and it was either to win or flee again. They allowed it. After that he vanished. Quite literally. Nobody ever found him again. Though a month after he got the mission, the leader of the insurgency and all his highest ranking officers were found dead. Among the US Marine Snipers he is still a legend. By the name of Reaper. |
47,345 | 1,283 | 6 | 812 | 64 | Dean cleared his throat and squared up to Cecelia. "I'm sure you've heard of a company called Vex Corp and how the son recently inherited the company from his father." He paused as if he was going to wait for a reply, but then turned away and continued talking. "It was indeed not inherited. In fact the son threatened his father. Details on that are a bit hazy, but that's not important." He paced around the room back to where his wine glass had been left. "All I know is that it wasn't pretty and the father now wants his son removed from the equation. How you choose to do this is up to you. The father however requests that it be messy and brutal." He picked up his wine glass and examined the last little bit of wine that had collected in the bottom of the glass. "He also said that he would pay a little extra something if it was public. One might think that he wanted to make an example." He tilted the glass back and sipped down what was left and set the glass back on the table. "His son will be going to a party... get together thing this next Wednesday to celebrate his new power. He should be getting there around 5:00 PM and leaving some time later that night. The get together will be ending at 9:00 PM." He turned back around to face her. "I would suggest that you take him down at the party. It's as public and messagely as you can get. Of course you can complete the contract on your own terms, but I'm handing you some nice stuff here." He cleared his throat again. "Any questions? You will have access to the arsenal as usual." | Name: Mr. Dean Ethermore
Age: 78 years
Gear: The Mansion and a Pistol
History w/ the Ankou: Dean Is the oldest member of the organization. Taken off of the streets by the former director he was raised in wealth with a knowledge of what it means to have nothing. His adopted father pushed him into acrobatics and taught him at home, never letting on to his dark background. When Dean was of age (16) his father broke the news and gave him is first contract; who just so happened to be tied up in the basement. From then on he continued to work for his father as well as study. Eventually his father showed him that there was much more to the Ankou organization. Usually 15 assassins would be employed to do various contracts handed out by the director. At the age of 30 his father died and handed the head position down. He started at the bottom and now he's the one pulling the strings. He inherited the wealth and the power. |
47,346 | 1,283 | 7 | 2,008 | 533 | Listening and thinking of scenarios after every sentence started to work Cecelia up. "No questions come to mind. Though it's odd that he wants it public and brutal, which is opposite per usual for me, buuuut beggars can't be choosers. I'll make it quick, bloody, and public. The hard part is gonna be figuring out what tools I'll end up needing or using." Mumbling to herself about whether to act as a party guest and have a single, hidden weapon or to sneak in looking like an assassin, decked out in gear and appear before him, give him a short message about betrayal and using several tools to kill him slowly. All the different possibilities swirled in Cecelia's mind, spacing her out as she stared into the distance. | Name: Jonathan "Reaper" Washington
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance:
Gear:
-Scythe, a modified XFS-8 rifle. Uses a rail gun system to accelerate metal projectiles at extreme speed. The mods allow him to zoom in several times more than standard models. He also boosted the magnets’ power. Enabling an overcharge to accelerate projectiles at even higher speed. Has no clip. Every bullet needs to be reloaded manually. Also, the overcharge has 2 very nasty backsides. For one, it harms the magnets. Making them less powerful with each shot to the point that the rifle gets useless. As a second: the high electromagnetic forces often create a lightning arc towards the bullet. In other words, there is a big chance that if he fires a round when the gun is overcharged, a second after the bullet left the rifle, a lightning arc might leap out of the barrel towards the bullet. Giving away Jonathan’s location.
-Reaper’s rounds. Reaper possesses several kind of rounds. Those who carry darts, poison, explosives, acid, etc.
-Death’s cloak. A cloak with optical camouflage. Up close everyone will realize it optical camo. But form far away the cloak is good enough so long range snipers will have a hard time locating him.
-Grim gaze. Ocular implants. The implants go hand in hand with his facial “gear” which provide heat vision, night vision and x-ray vision. Note the x-ray vision is only effective at very close range and can still show up pretty hazy images. It’s still a prototype and not often used.
History:
Born in Louisiana, Jonathan was taught how to use a rifle from when he was very young. Like any patriotic youth he joined up with the marines. Though it was soon noted that his proficiency with the average automatic rifle was extremely lacking. Though he was a prodigy in sharpshooting. After basic marine training he went to get trained as sniper. Quickly after his graduation he was shipped out. During his first tour, we was handed increasingly more dangerous missions. First simply supporting jobs. But quickly he was tasked with advanced recon of hostile fortresses. It was then that he made his name. It was in some long ruined fortress the insurgence had set up camp. At night, Jonathan’s finger was itching. Breaking all his mission parameters he shot a guard. Then another. Then another. Soon the camp was in full alert. But Jonathan didn’t stop firing. Several high-profile targets attempted to feel in vehicles. With several masterfully placed shots he was able to disable the vehicles and neutralize the VIPs. After that he called in an airstrike. Soldiers still claim that the following morning they found him cooking his bacon over the fires of a vehicle. After all that he was send back home with a new nickname: Grim.
Soon after he returned home he was recruited by the US Rangers. After several months of training, he returned to the country he did his first tour. As it happened, DARPA had manufactured deep-cover infiltration gear. Jonathan, with his reputation preceding him, was one of the first to try it. With the gear he was rather successful eliminating some deeply entrenched locations. Eventually they gave him a mission that even he felt was too much for him. But instead of merely refusing the mission, he asked if afterwards, he could keep the gear. DARPA was incredibly reluctant. But public opinion was quickly looking down the war and it was either to win or flee again. They allowed it. After that he vanished. Quite literally. Nobody ever found him again. Though a month after he got the mission, the leader of the insurgency and all his highest ranking officers were found dead. Among the US Marine Snipers he is still a legend. By the name of Reaper. |
47,347 | 1,283 | 8 | 812 | 64 | Good, the party will be at the Museum of Modern art"." He made little quotation marks with his fingers clearly showing distaste for the phrase. "As usual, the armory here will be open to you. Just try to return what you take this time." Since her last mission he had implied a new rule for the assassins. 'Anything not returned will come out of the users pay check.' "You have 3 days to prepare. Have a nice day Cece." He gave a slight and tipsy bow. After which he didn't quite know what to do with himself. He looked around and spotted his glass again. He scooped it up and lazily started to make his way to the stairs again. | Name: Mr. Dean Ethermore
Age: 78 years
Gear: The Mansion and a Pistol
History w/ the Ankou: Dean Is the oldest member of the organization. Taken off of the streets by the former director he was raised in wealth with a knowledge of what it means to have nothing. His adopted father pushed him into acrobatics and taught him at home, never letting on to his dark background. When Dean was of age (16) his father broke the news and gave him is first contract; who just so happened to be tied up in the basement. From then on he continued to work for his father as well as study. Eventually his father showed him that there was much more to the Ankou organization. Usually 15 assassins would be employed to do various contracts handed out by the director. At the age of 30 his father died and handed the head position down. He started at the bottom and now he's the one pulling the strings. He inherited the wealth and the power. |
47,348 | 1,284 | 0 | 1,700 | 2,623 | J A C K S O N J E N K I N S South West of Landing
A mechanical roar erupted over the canopy of the impenetrable rainforest, forcing the calls of the native wildlife into submission. The two pilots within their speeding hauler were on a life saving operation with time pitted very much against them. They had minutes to get to their intended location, enough to count on a single hand, and yet it would be an absolute miracle if they were to make it in time.
"Down there!" directed the co-pilot, leaning over towards the front windshield in order to gaze out into the wilderness. He had spotted a red stream of smoke rising calmly through the trees, it was a signal flare from the missing Wasp.
Jackson jerked back on the control wheel of the aircraft, hooking the vehicle into a sudden roll as he redirected their pathway towards the smoke plumes. The co-pilot, failing to predict JJ's sudden actions, was thrown back into his seat, slamming the back of his skull against the head rest. He wasn't furious, he simply showed little emotion to the discomfort that he had just experienced, it was not the time to act like a wuss.
They approached the crash site as Jackson shifted his sights towards his co-pilot, "I'm gonna jump for them."
"Are you kidding me?" the co-pilot returned with a look of astonishment, unsure if Jackson was understanding the seriousness of the situation, "I can't fly this thing on my own! I've only been in the air for a week so let me go down inste—"
The concerns fell on deaf ears as Jackson keyed his command into the hauler dashboard, sending the control console sliding across the front panel and over to his partner. The boy looked at its grandness in fear, slowly inching his hands closer so that he could switch from back seat driver to pilot of the flyer. He watched as Jackson moved out of his seat and towards the rear of the Hauler, picking up a chest harness along the way. The ex-pilot reached up into the rafters and pulled down a winch cable, attaching it first to the safety gear and then onto his own back. With a push of a button on the wall the floor began to fold it's way back, revealing the lush green jungle below.
"C-coming up on site..." the younger of the two announced just as the clouds of red smoke began to waft their way around the hauler. As they hovered in the air Jackson could see hints of yellow amongst the ground, a sign that this was definitely the crash site they were looking for. This was it, the daring moment. With a deep breath and the feeling of time slowing down to a crawl, Jackson let his body fall out of the aircraft in a bungee style drop.
The wind rushed around his torso as he fell, whipping his matted hair back towards the skies, fluttering his loose clothing like a flag in a cyclone. The ground was fast approaching towards the male as his eyes shifted from it's usual dirty brown to a much more vivid and vibrant gold. Jackson's speed promptly began to decrease as the new sensation of weightlessness took over. His mass began to twist and turn under it's own inertia until eventually he collapsed on the ground below in a rag-doll heap. He hadn't mastered the art of landing on his feet quite yet.
"Jesus Christ!" The voice echoed through Jackson's headpiece, "That ability of yours has turned you into some crazy ass son of a bitch."
Jackson laughed, giving the cable a tug so that he had a fair amount of slack to move around. "Well at least my Lunos is useful, right Bubbles?"
A heavy groan could be heard over the radio waves, "Yeah yeah... I blow bubbles out of my mouth. Can you see the pilot anywhere?"
By this point in time Jackson had located the downed Wasp, and climbed onto the metal frame. He peered over the debris and into the cockpit seat to see a barely conscious male, covered in blood and oil, "Yeah, I found the pilot. Lucky bastard if you ask m..." JJ froze for a moment. He peered deeply into the surrounding brush, certain that he heard something... inhuman.
"Pull me up," he whispered cautiously into the intercom.
"Don't you wanna chec—"
"Bubbles... I do not wanna become mog'romp chow so when I say pull me up, you pull me up!"
A flurry of curse words could be heard in Jackson's ear. The man snapped his sights towards the length of slack on the ground, watching it tighten and return back into the hauler. "This is gonna hurt," JJ warned as he bear hugged the injured pilot just as their two combined bodies jolted up vertically towards the cargo bay.
The foliage below tore open with a trio of white, striped felines bounded into the area with one gazing upwards towards the two humans. They was hungry, starving for a meal, and this wasn't going to let this lunch meal get away so easily. With their razor sharp claws extended and a series of powerful bounds, the pack of mog'romps used the closest tree as a climbing post to leap upwards for their kill. JJ's eyes glowed as he desperately attempted to reduce his weight as much as possible, further increasing the speed of the ascent. They had just cleared the canopy when the alpha beast reached the highest branch, hissing at the escapees for being so savvy; it was a close call to say the least.
Jackson and the injured pilot entered into the hauler with the floor panel closing up underneath them. "We all secure and sound?" called out a voice from the front of the aircraft.
"Yeah," replied Jackson, feeling exhausted from the ordeal, "Sounds like a plan. This planet is more dangerous than what I could have ever expected."
"Still better than what we had."
Jackson sighed. His partner was right. Awilix was a terrifying place but it was still better than the limited time they had back on Earth.
◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ C E R R I D W E N L A N K E R F I E L D The City of Landing
"This is quite beyond unacceptable! Eight thousand square kilometers and our workers have only managed to clear out a maximum of two in the last month!"
"Kilometers, miles... Seriously old man will you speak in a language that we all can understand."
"I will speak however I please, you insolent yankie boy!"
"Will you two loud mouths just quit derailing the topic... —"
One month after the arrival on Awilix and the first of many city meetings was being held within the center spire of Landing, a collection of several newly formed departments to which all of them wanted to have their say on the matters at hand. It should have been a civil conversation but as the minutes progressed on it quickly became apparent that these self-elected bureaucrats were nothing more than self-centerd businessmen. Each of them sat around a large elliptical table, throwing out their mindless opinions, shutting down the discussion of needs and instead arguing with the discussion of wants.
The first of these notable individual was also the one causing the majority of the ruckus, a man known simply as Fáng Quan. Mr Quan was a business tycoon from the Asian region back on Earth, a powerful rarity for his time and one who managed to single handily own 15% of all trade business within the South-East Asian region. It is unclear how such an older figurehead had managed to secure himself a position within the Noah II but when the coinage within your pocket equals more than the yearly salary of your regular citizen, it isn't too hard to figure out how he managed to do so.
Disputing against him and with such enthusiasm was a much younger, mid to late 20s male by the name of Carson McCreary. With the low qualifications of a traffic cop and a high level of determination, Carson had decided to take on the role of Landing's security. He knew from the start that it was going to be a challenge but if it meant that he could get under the skin of questionable individuals such as Mr Quan then he was glad to take on the role.
It was during their verbal duel when Annabelle Harroway stepped in, "— So far for the past half an hour you two have acted more like children then actual men. It should not get to the point where youngest member of this cabinet has to give a parental talk to two older males. So if you don't mind then maybe we can get back to discussing the topic of how we are going to deal with the growing problems that this city has created?"
"Annabelle is right," injected a mechanical voice from the only, non-living representative on the board, "I in particular would like to know how we are going to tackle the Eidolon problem?"
"See! Miss Lankerfield does have a vali—" Carson's words were cut short.
"Carson McCreary. You will either call me by my name Cerridwen, or Dr. Lankerfield. I did not spend several years of my life devoted to the creation the cryogenic pods for you to refer to me as a low-level Mistress. Now, continue..."
"Err, yes," Carson took a sip of his water glass, feeling as though his very soul had been pierced by an arrow of dominance, especially from a talking toaster. "Ahem... As I was about to say, earlier last night we had yet another killing by Eidolon. My people are still yet to identify the victim but this is the second of such killings since Landing's arrival."
"How certain are you that it is them?" Cerridwen queried, ensuring that he had some evidence to his empty accusations
"Well, they wrote in blood, on the floor mind you, the exact time that the body would be discovered, even down to the seconds." Carson placed his palm on the table, loading up the holographic projection of the crime scene. The image rotated around displaying a visual light show of all the details including the body and the haunting numeral message. While Cerridwen was not phased by the images that she witnessed, Annabelle turned her head away from the projection. A level of disgust boiled inside her of how this man was so willing to share sensitive photos to such a large group of people. Carson noticed the girl's expression, realising that it was probably not the best practice to bring up crime scene photos during a pseudo government discussion. He quickly released his palm off the table, forcing the display piece to disappear from existence.
"I would like to request a fifteen minute break..." Annabelle softly opened, hoping that someone would acknowledge her plea. She had a sensitive stomach and wished to venture out for some fresh air.
Cerridwen turned her sights towards the female next to her, noticing the emotions of disrelish, "Once again, Annabelle is right. Let us take a short break and come back to this with a greater sense of aptitude."
The android watched as every other member began to vacate their seats. Following suit she began to push herself out of the chair, the servos in her body giving the slightest of whirs as they moved about. As the large group of representatives proceeded towards the entrance door, heading outside for some much needed fresh air, she did the exact opposite and headed towards the window to gaze out upon the city below. Instinctively she rested her arm up against her window and pressed her forehead against the glass. A touch of fog from her breath would have been a beautiful sight, but it's absence only reminded her of how she was still a prisoner to the cryogenic pods.
"Such an assertive woman," Cerridwen was caught offguard, but not startled. She hadn't expected Fáng to linger around in order to talk to her. "Such a prominent technologist, and yet you have been demoted to a form less than human." Mr Quan plucked out a cigar from his breast pocket, slipping it into his lips and lighting the end with a chrome lighter. He puffed away, breathing out clouds of white smoke, imitating that of a legendary dragon.
Cerridwen examined the reflection in the window, sizing up the tycoon and wondering what his twisted agenda may be, the true reason for joining this board of directors. "What is it that you want this time Fáng?" she scowled into the glass, ensuring that he could see her displeased expression.
Fáng's teeth sharpened as he presented his trademark, sinister grin. "Nothing right this very moment, but some day that may change. You understand how it is; Business, control."
"Whatever it is that you are offering, I do not want it."
"As I said before... Not right now, but who knows... you may just might change your mind."
Cerridwen watched as he turned away to eventually leave the room, knowing full well that he was pushing his limits to see how far he could test the lone engineer. She gazed back through the window, finally able to enjoy the view in peace. | C E R R I D W E N L A N K E R F I E L D Female ● Thirty Three ● Electronic Engineer
P E R S O N A L I T Y Cerridwen is considered to be quite a smart individual, but due to the creation of her artificial body that title has since been upgraded to that of mad scientist. She can at times be cold, dominating, and even sadistic; a woman who is not afraid to push the rules and boundaries in applied science and her own survival. With this said her egotistical nature doesn't fully consume her every living breath. She does have a softer side that she tries to hide away, leaving people to wonder why she in fact entered into medical science.
A P P E A R A N C E The metallic, sea green body that Cerridwen uses is a construct of various alloys and synthetics making it both light weight and resilient to many of the natural elements. Her eyes glow a pale blue when she's active, and turn off when she's in sleep mode; even a robot needs to sleep. The body houses a variety of gadgets and tools that allow her to perform maintenance on equipment around her and the robot itself.
Cerridwen's actual appearance is quite sinister in comparison to her mechanical side. The woman has fair skin with long flowing, charcoal hair which frames a face that is pleasing to look at but intimidating at best. Her scowl is bordered by red lipstick most of the time and helps to trim the expensive choice of clothes that she prefers to wear.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Cerridwen knew from the moment she stepped onto the Noah II that her drop date onto Awilix would be a minimum of 2 years after the initial landing, a time frame that she believe she didn't deserve considering she was one of the engineering scientist who helped develop the Medical Bay and Cryogenic technology. Luck however did come to her in the form of her developed Lunos ability, a skill that allowed her to control a plethora of electronic devices at will.
During the 5 year voyage Cerridwen was able to partially break out of her induced coma, a process that allowed her to transfer her conscious the Noah II itself. Eventually through brute force and perseveration she was able to muster a selection of manufacturing machines in the Assembly Center and begin to construct a new form for her mind to enter and control.
One week after the Landing on Awilix a surprise drop pod was launched from the Noah, a pod that crashed into the nearest available landing zone. The workers around the site were confused and concerned at first considering that Noah hadn't informed them of such a delivery, however upon opening the container they soon discovered Cerridwen in her new, metallic body.
Currently she is working at one of the engineering firms, a division that specialises in the maintenance and operation of the machinery used to clear out the forest. It's a step down from her previous occupation but Cerridwen knows that once she is finally released Landing will soon come to know of her name.
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Technopathy
» C A P A B I L I T I E SA Lunos user with Technopathy is able to transfer their conscious into any electronic device with an inbuilt computer system. From there they are able to control the device to their own will, giving off the impression that the machine has a mind of it's own. They are able to do this by hopping from device to device, using any radio signals as a pathway to their end goal. Due to the distance from the Noah II to her robotic self Cerridwen has deployed a series of micro-satellites in order to keep a continual uplink to her original body.
» D R A W B A C K STechnopathy has some heavy conditions of use making it quite a taxing ability. Whenever the user places their conscious into a device their original body will become limp as it enters into a paralytic state. Any pain inflicted to the body will be felt by the conscious self and if the user's human body was to cease living then the conscious would immediately disappear from existence. Technopathy users are also susceptible to performance interference from radio jammers, voltage fluctuations, EMPs and magnetism.
W E A P O N S None |
47,349 | 1,284 | 1 | 356 | 1,322 | Keefer Bernstein had observed a peculiar fact about memory. Any time something greatly out of the norm happened, it was impossible to recall exactly what lead up to the event. That was probably why he had no idea why Holla, internet sensation and fame seeker, was kissing him so feverishly. In his bed room no less. Thankfully they were both still dressed.
“Um.” was all poor Keefer could get out. Holla had a grip on his jacket and was bobbing in and out like a boxer, landing kisses along the side of his face. Keefer's field of vision was filled with Holla's blond curls and the occasional glimpse of her glowing golden eyes. Keefer wasn't sure how to defend himself. The carpenter didn't want to touch her in an inappropriate way, but the idea that maybe there wasn't an inappropriate way to hold her in this situation scared him. When she pushed him onto his bed, Keefer was able to catch her shoulders before she fell on top of him.
“Something wrong?” Her curls were dangling inches away from his face. He could smell her shampoo; exotic fruits.
“What's going on?” Keefer didn't realize how breathless he was until he tried to speak.
“Oh my!” Holla's face suddenly changed to one of concern. “Was all this too much? I just assumed that since we were both neighbors you'd want to get to know me a little better.” Holla rolled off of Keefer and helped him sit up. The fame seeker folded her hands in her lap and smiled. With Holla no longer forcing herself into his personal space, Keefer could see she was wearing a modern white gown. She had accessorized it with a purple fuzzy scarf and a waist buckle. This was an attempt to mimic a popular fashion trend back on earth called “Neo-Glam.” People mixed modern fashion with retro fashion from the 1980s. It was popular with new celebrities and classic rock/punk artists. “You said you wanted me, didn't you?”
That's right. This was the first time Keefer and Holla came home at the same time. In truth, Keefer wasn't aware he was right next door to someone as popular on earth as Holla. He couldn't remember all the details, but he did remember talking with her. He did recall saying he'd like to have her over some time. Wait, was all this a misunderstanding!? Keefer did his best to compose a smile and turned to face the fame seeker. “Alright, so what 'exactly' did I say?”
Holla pressed a finger into her cheek. “Well, I don't remember 'exactly' what you said. But it was either that you'd 'like to have me for dinner' or that you'd 'like to have ME for dinner.'” Holla grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands and started kicking the air. “I thought this was the most interesting way to clear all that up.”
Keefer chuckled nervously. “Well, it's noon time so...”
“You just want a snack then?” Holla gave the carpenter a playful wink.
“No! Heh, not like that.” Keefer waved his hands. “I just wanted to get to know you better.”
“Oh! Well in this day in age, it's really important that you do your research first.” Holla bounced off the bed and wandered towards Keefer's computer desk. Instead of taking a seat, she bent over without bending her knees. Her head hovered level with the computer screen when she woke it up from sleep mode. “First let's take a peak at your search history. Quite a few of my old videos were backed up and you may have seen a few without realizing it.”
Keefer was a little too anxious to turn off the computer screen. “I uh, don't think that's really necessary.” He hoped he didn't look nervous. “Why do research online when you're right in front of me?”
“True.” Se stood up and turned to face Keefer. “I mean, this blouse has a pretty low cut. Why look at a video when you've got the real thing right?”
“Ah...”
Holla sighed and looked away from Keefer. “Yea, it probably isn't that impressive after you've seen 'sponge' right? You know, the experimental film where I get crushed by a human torso inside a submarine?”
“Um, weren't you in a bathtub?”
“So you HAVE seen it! Haha!”
Sponge was one of Holla's more famous films. It was about a bikini-clad slave deciding if she wanted to escape to a life of freedom, or live as a slave inside the bath tub. The climax of the movie has the slave trying to escape the bathtub, only for a another character called Master to show up to stop her. In the final moments of the movie, Master traps slave before shouting “I'll crush you like a spunnnnnnge,” which quickly became a meme after appearing on several reaction images. The film was hailed as a masterpiece by some, but criticized as being little more than soft core erotica as well. The film is known to most people as “That film where you see Holla naked,” as Holla is listed as the actress for both Slave and Master. While Master's body was positioned to hide anything adult rated, it still wasn't a film you told most people you saw.
“Well...” Keefer's face was flushed a most brilliant shade of red. “I mean, I don't think anyone would dispute the fact that you're attractive. And-”
“You know I'm not going to rape you, right?”
“...I had my doubts.”
Holla sat down on the edge of the bed. “I'm not easy, and I don't typically come on that strong to people. But even I need a little cheering up now and then. As one of the first celebrities of this new world I have my work cut out for me. Everyone's so sad.”
This didn't sound like the fame seeker that Keefer met just seconds ago. The unstable bundle of energy had simmered down into something stagnant. Even the glow in her eyes seemed weaker. Keefer almost wanted the old Holla back, but he did feel like this was a woman he could comfort and talk to. He sat down beside her. “We're all still adjusting. I know I have difficulty adjusting moving from apartment to apartment on earth. I can only imagine the kind of unrest moving to another planet must cause people.”
Holla turned her head to look at the carpenter. “You know we're going to have the hardest time right?” She folded her arms. “We're generation zero. We came from a world that had the luxury of government subsidized housing and handicap parking lots. We could come home from our day at work, fill a bowl with ice cream, and spend the evening watching cat videos. We could also make choices.” She started to count her fingers. “What to have for dinner, what to do for a living, who we wanted to have sex with, or even IF we wanted to have sex at all.” Holla shook her head, and her lower lip quivered. “We wasted five years of our lives retreating from an ideal utopia. We complained about earth, but we left because everyone was wrong. It wasn't our inability to prevent wars, control green house gasses, or recycle. A rock was going to be the end of us. Something not of our world. We left behind a lot of good people and-” She paused to breathe. Holla's eyes were becoming wet. “And kids. Lots of kids. They wouldn't have survived the trip. Our youngest passengers are young adults now. Our new world doesn't have any children in it. There's no hope.. Not yet.” She reached up with her sleeve and dried her eyes. When she looked back at Keefer, there was a big, toothy smile on her face. “Which is why I have to be their hope now! My time to shine, baby!” Keefer was so shocked by her reversal of emotions that he didn't even react when she kissed his cheek. “Thanks for listening, hun! You've been a lot of fun!” She hopped of the bed and started to skip towards the front door. What just happened?
“Holla?” Keefer followed Holla to the front door. “What's going on?”
“I think you're pretty cute, Keefer.” Holla giggled as she reached the door. “But you know, us celebrities are at our most desirable when we're still romantically accessible. As much as I'd love to see a little Holla or Keefer running around, I heard motherhood can make your breasts sag. That's just not good for the ol' career.” Holla tapped the open button, and the door slid out of the way soundlessly. “But if you just want to be friends or do somethin' on the down low...”
Keefer had given up on trying to figure out if Holla was being serious or not. It was probably best if he just rolled with it. “Well, maybe we could be friends. I mean I saw sponge, so I'm not sure you have that much more to show me.”
Holla's grin widened as she prepared to step through the breech of the door, but she stopped. “Keefer.” The fame seeker looked over her shoulder at her neighbor. “This is a crazy world we live in, and there will be several points where you will be required to make your own observations. This was true on earth, and I fear it is even more so here.”
“How do you mean?” Keefer folded his arms.
“Well, everyone assumes that I was both characters in sponge. I mean it's understandable, both characters were played by an actress called Holla. For the duration the characters were on screen and the angles the scene was shot at, it wouldn't have been hard to impose an extra of myself into the scene.”
“You mean you didn't?”
Holla's smile shifted into a smirk. “I didn't really feel like superimposing myself in the scene, so I dared my room mate to do the scene with me. Her name was Hollie Anderson, so I put her in the credits as 'HollA' No one could figure out why the 'A' was uppercase in the credits. No one ever suspected that we were two different people.”
Keefer was, again, stunned with shock. He snapped out of it when he remembered something. “Hey um, I don't know if you're busy, but did you want to hang out a bit longer? My sister is suppose to join me for lunch, and I think she'd like you. She should really be here any moment now.”
“Oh uh.” Her smirk disappeared. “I don't think that's a good idea. I don't get along with girls very well. Especially when there are men around to charm.” With a giggle, she stepped outside. “I should really be at my photo shoot anyway. See ya later, neighbor!”
Keefer wasn't sure what to feel at the moment. That woman was a total enigma to him. Well, he couldn't dwell on her now. The carpenter decided to prepare lunch while he waited for his sister.
…
Holla walked into the apartment beside Keefer's and shut the door. In comparison, hers was considerably smaller. Just a single room apartment compared to the labyrinth that belonged to “Keefer Bernstein.” Holla wasn't really comparing those two apartments though. She had some place to be, or more precisely, someone else to be. There was no rush, but Holla did have to shift gears a little bit. The bubbly fame seeker might have the luxory of time, but a by the book woman like Lenna was never late, never made excuses. Holla started to shed her exterior. She tossed her scarf, waist buckle, her clothes, her underwear, everything she had on her person went at the end of the bed in a heap. It was time to become someone else. Holla walked into her closet and pushed some of her coats off to the side. It was difficult to see, but there was a trap door here. Holla didn't hesitate, she lowered herself into the void and closed the trap door overhead. There was a switch down below that turned the lights off in this apartment, but she didn't need to use it at this hour of the day.
As Holla walked down the dark corridor her body began to change shape. Her breasts shrank, and her waist expanded to compensate. Her lustrious golden curls became a short black curtain, and her nose got longer and thinner. Holla had entirely disappeared, and Lenna now stood in her place.The only resemblance between them was their glowing eyes.
Lenna climbed out of the trap door into her own apartment. She got dressed in her work clothes and looked into the mirror. The crimson red suit looked sharp. This was someone you wanted to stand behind, but one you never wanted to face. With calculated movements, Lenna left her apartment.
The overseer approached Keefer's apartment and gave his door a firm knock. Seconds later, he showed his face.
“Hey sis.” He said, struggling to smile. “Aren't you a little late?”
“Long story. I don't want to talk about it.” Lenna sniffed. “Perfume?”
“About that...”
Lenna rolled her eyes and stepped past Keefer. “Is lunch ready at least?”
The carpenter let out an exhausted sigh and closed the door. | I M P O S T O R ( L E N N A / H O L L A ) Female ● Twenty-Three ● Miner-Overseer / Fame Seeker
P E R S O N A L I T Y Lenna is serious, and can be very intense during a disagreement. Jokes and small talk tend to annoy her, as she prefers to only talk about the task at hand. In relaxed settings she can be more approachable, but most are put off by her abrasive nature. Those that can deal with her rough edges often find her a dependable, passionate person.
Holla on the other hand tends to be bubbly and takes little of anything very seriously. Her flirty, friendly nature makes her easy to get along with. She can seem like a bit of a spaz, and has a reputation for being an air head. But those that know her are aware neither of those are true.
A P P E A R A N C E Lenna likes to look business like, always in uniform, always with black curtain hair. This doesn't ever change, even when off the job site. You can feel her presence as a professional when she enters the room. This isn't to say she doesn't switch up her colors. Her favorite uniforms are white, grey, navy blue, and crimson. With an exception to white, Lenna tries to avoid wearing bright colors, and never wears black.
Holla on the other hand likes to look feminine and cute. That's what she'd tell you, but there are plenty of guys (and some girls) that find her outfits provocative as well. It isn't far from the truth to call her outfits costumes, as her clothes are typically inspired by maids, nurses, club wear, and the like. She also loves to accessorize. Holla also has long, golden hair that she styles differently each day.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y
Lenna was always the family favorite, which is why she was too damn proud. As the oldest daughter, she took over her parents family owned mining operation and became owner, manager, and overseer of the entire mobile operation. This happened after years of studying and putting time into her job. She ruled with an iron fist, suspending pay or firing people who couldn't keep up with her. But those that could enjoyed pay and safety that only Lenna's expertise could provide.
Not much is known about Holla's life on earth, but she was a huge internet sensation. She never worked with any official companies, but the world of mass media was flooded with her pictures and videos. She stared in some home made movies, and did singing as well. She never became famous in real life, but she was an internet sensation that spent a fair bit of time in the lime light.
Lenna's fame and Holla's charm were both things the people felt could be useful in a new world. while both received invitations, only one of them boarded the Noah. It's unclear who entered and what became of the other woman. What is known is that miraculously, both woman are now on Awilix.
Lenna has resumed her mining, but Holla has gone from becoming an internet sensation to a real celebrity. She's started appearing in holo magazines and rumored to appear in the first movie ever filmed on Awilix. The survival efforts aren't really focusing on the return of modern entertainment at this time, but Holla is still pushing strong for this. In her words: "The only way to return to the modern times is through entertainment! We will stop being survivors when we can sit down and enjoy stories about tantalizing woman, and the men who abduct or save them!"
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Impostor
» C A P A B I L I T I E SWhen active, She can alter her physical body to look like someone else. Specifically, she can grow out or shorten her hair, change her hair's color, skin tone, body shape, and apparent age. She cannot change the shape of her skeleton structure, sex, or change her mass.
» D R A W B A C K SHer eyes will always be lit up when she's using imposer. This can make people suspicious of her, and makes it almost impossible to take the form of certain people.
W E A P O N S As a miner, Lenna has access to lots of deconstructing tools, from mining tools to explosives. She seldom carries such tools on her person. However, the two tools she's most likely to carry are...
Vein Buster: This device isn't much bigger than a pistol, and acts like a caulk gun in it's operation. The Vein Buster rapidly pushes out an explosive gel. The gel formulation is fairly stable, and will only detonate when electricity is sent through it. Miners detonate the gel by inserting a microchip into the gel, and then commanding the chip to spark with a remote. The Vein Buster is also used by law enforcement to breech locked doors, and by assassins to set traps.
Pocket Pickax: As the name implies, it's a one-handed tool for chipping apart rocks. It works by shooting photon bullets designed to break up smaller rocks. while surprisingly accurate, the tool's bullets aren't very strong. This lower energy level is to ensure the tool lasts long enough to do it's job and not throw debris into the miner's face. while effective on harder substances, the bullets aren't as effective at breaking apart softer objects like human tissue. Getting shot with this feels a bit like getting punched by a bare knuckle boxer. Head shots have the potential to knock out people at close range, but often just daze tougher people.
Holla on the other hand is always in possession of a home made "pepper bomb" to ward off overzealous fans and lustful stalkers. The pepper bomb is actually made from a native plant called "Venus thorn." The red plant is ground up, mixed with distilled water, and then stored under pressure in a fogging canister. Venus thorn is poisonous, but non-lethal. Touching the poison on it's ground up flesh causes a severe yet momentary burning sensation by tricking the nerves into thinking they are on fire. As soon as the poison is absorbed into the body, the effect wears off. The effects seldom last longer than four or five seconds, but the pain makes it almost impossible to stand or handle tools properly. |
47,350 | 1,284 | 2 | 124 | 215 | Jethro! You better get your lazy ass in gear boy. I can hear those damn bongos from over here. Get out of that shed and get to moving soil for the new crops to take hold. With a jolt of energy he jumped up from his seat, tripped over a few tools as he came bumbling out of the shed. "Reggie, I am so sorry man I just had this last part to get down. You see it was a solo of sorts, well, I mean, I am playing by myself so it is always a solo..." as Jethro tried to string an excuse together Reggie cut him off, "I don't care if you are playing for the Queen of Bongotopia you hear me! We need to finish this plot up by the end of the day or it is mine and your asses, ya hear?"
With a enthusiastic thumbs up he put his bongos down in front of the shed. Picking up his families pitchfork he walked down to the far end of the plot. This plot of land had been put off for a few days because it would seem some of the other farmer's pieces of land had begun to sprout Ghost Leaf. Naturally this took precedence over new lands being made. I mean, who would have thought we could find a new form of nicotine on this foreign soil? The thought would make Jethro excited because he could test in his pipe later with some of the other Farm hands. Once the leaf had been cleared safe of course. Lord knows that Jethro Caloway wouldn't be stupid enough to try something so foreign before it had been cleared officially. Or maybe it had been cleared already? His lackadaisical attitude really could take the best of him at times. If they had already cleared it safe he could have been smoking for days now.
Upon reaching the end of the plot he started putting his Lunos to work. Pressing down hills was mostly his duty while attempting to make this soil more fertile for the ghost leaf to at least grow. The biologists up higher then him had been studying how the earthly seeds had been reacting to the soil to see if it was even possible to grow here. Hell, in the plot over from his they had started attempting to grow tomatoes. The thought made his mouth water. "If I could get my hands on one of them ripe maters right now. Dog gon, I would be a happy camper I tell you what." as this dream escaped his accent ridden lips he gazed over at his father's pitchfork.
'Well pop, you and ma would be proud huh? First of the Caloway's to help shape foreign soil for any sort of flora that wanted to grow. Maybe, we can even get our hands on local wildlife and use them as livestock? Oh these hills out here surely have endless possibilities. However, I will leave that for the big brains up stairs to figure out what to do next' the thought faded away as he took a break for a second. Out of no where a rock, of sorts, hit Jethro in the arm. "What did I tell you about day dreaming Mister?" a sarcastic female voice came from behind him. Jethro spun around and threw his hand down, ready to draw his imaginary revolver at any point the little lady made a wrong step.
"Any closer young lady and I will be forced to draw, and I know that you know that I know I am the best here shot this side of the northern fields!" Without missing a beat Miss Patty slowly reached behind her back and pulled out the fiercest of the imaginary weapons, the imaginary gatling gun!
As she began spinning the wheel of justice on the side of that weapon Jethro dived to the side shouting ,"Bang, Bang" as he hit the ground. She stopped real quick, putting her hands on her hips, "Jethro Caloway, you know that this gatling gun could have torn through you quick as a whip! What are you doing diving down?" As he laid there he had a moment of thought cross his face, eyes then shot back to her, went wide and the greatest dramatic death began to occur. "Patty, you...you done got me...Death's door is a opening...and I am ever fleeting from this new world...come closer....Patty." As he reached out Patty responded, "I am not coming over there Caloway." Jethro's eyes squinted toward her, "Patty Phillips if you don't come over here now and accept my final words I swear to god I'll..." she cut him off, "You'll do what?"
Jethro was about to respond when, once again, a rock came sailing for his head. As though it was an act of defense, Jethro saw the rock last minute and raised the ground in front of his face to block it. "Damnit, what is with Rocks today? Look what you made me do Reggie! Now I have to flatten this piece of soil again. Damn it all." Reggie and Patty both shared a nice laugh at this, "You need to come over here and check this out! The both of ya, get on over here!" As Patty headed off, Jethro took the time to flatten the earth back down and headed over in a hurry.
The spot of interest was in the Tomato fields. They actually had tomatoes growing! What a sight to be had. All of the separate Field Hands, Farmers and the lot made their way over. "The fruits of our labor have finally shown their form!" Reggie announced as random cheers happened from each of the workers. Some of them began to feel the texture of the outside. Just like back home! Dog gon, I cannot wait for them to test these puppies out! Surely I will have me a tomato sandwich by the end of the day, freshly grown, damn, tomato sandwich. Jethro thought to himself as he smiled at Patty
However, something was amiss. Reggie went ahead and picked one of them and began messing with it in his hands. Jethro looked over at him at first, shaking his head, but a sound had caught his ear. His eyes peered to the sound in question. That tomato seemed to have been nicked somehow and...is that acid?!? The ground beneath the tomato, sure as hell, was sizzling away. Without missing a beat he whipped around but it was to late. Reggie had taken a foolish bite of Eden's apple. Sin was not the consequence of this bite, but certain terror was to be had by the on lookers. Reggie, grabbing for his throat as his jaw began to burn away from the inside out. It took mere moment for his jawline to be something of a distant memory and his throat along with it. A loud thud happened as his body hit the ground.
An eerie silence was had right then. What do I do?! What do I do?! Reggie is dead, REGGIE IS DEAD!! Screaming in his head as he began to fumble in his pants. Ripping out his cellphone he found Nir's number and started typing away about the Tomatoes to him. "For god's sake someone call medical immediately! We need to get Reggie's body out of here! For the love of god, No one touch the damn Tomato's!" Patty roared as she began to take charge of the situation.
Jethro Typed: Nir, we have had an incident. One of our fellow Farmer's, Reggie, ate a tomato without the proper testing happening to it first. I am very sad to say this, I mean I really don't know what to say honestly except, Reggie is now no longer with us. Please respond back with what you need from us. Please respond ASAP | Jethro CarowayMale ● Thirty ● Farmer
P E R S O N A L I T Y Flip open a dictionary and look for soft spoken, easy going, and humble. You will be happy to know that they will be easy reads because all you will see is Jethro Caloway. His outdoorsy nature helped him out with this because he didn't waste much time inside using technology to further is philosophy on things. One thing has always resonate with him and that is: help when you can, respect others as need be, and smile often. Always a hard worker and has zero problems getting his hands dirty with projects.
A P P E A R A N C E -Caucasian
-6'0
-Has a lean muscle body structure from working outdoors his whole life
-Very light brown hair and always seems to have beard stubble
-His favorite wicker hat
-Dark brown and light green scarf around his neck he uses as a mask if necessary.
-Normally in a tan, cloth vest with light green trim around the edges, burlap pants tucked into dark brown, leather farmers boots
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Born and raised 10 miles outside of Round rock, Texas and all he ever knew was the farming life. Years he spent attempting to take over the family farm before the news that Earth had a time limit much within reach than he expect. However, he knew that the life he dedicated himself too would prove useful in the new world. His parents, thankfully, passed before the impact who occur. Jethro had taken over the family farm up until he was 25. Schooling would be difficult with such a task that he felt inclined to attend too. Dodging child services and such for years may not have been smart of him but the farm was all he knew.
In his off time all he had were his bongos and the farm to his name. When the word of the NOAH II began to spread around his community, he was lucky enough to be one of the farms personnel of the project visited. They vetted him and made sure he would be a qualified candidate for the farmer's being sent out with the ship. Thankfully he passed the arduous process. However, even though he knew it would mean leaving his families farm he knew it would lead to his bloodlines survival. With the collection of his bongos and few keepsakes of the farm he would be off in no time. His next destination was always mentioned to him but all he could think about was his farming skills. Keeping himself in check so that he didn't fall behind for anyone once they reached their new "home".
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Geokinesis
» C A P A B I L I T I E SUser can shape and manipulate earth and "Earthen" elements including most solid objects, specifically all minerals and mineral compositions regardless of their state (mountain, boulder, sand or dust), dirt, soil, etc. At his current state, when it comes to adjusting the grounds composition, he can only adjust the fertility of the ground to be more suitable for flora.
» D R A W B A C K SAn obvious radius had been observed by Jethro upon using his ability. Where he stands he can only manipulate the earth within a 5 meter bubble. However, if he concentrates in one direction he can mold his surroundings up to 10 meters with a width of 1 meter.
W E A P O N S Only thing he keeps with him is his lucky farming tools. He has his families pitchfork which has been handed down for generations. |
47,351 | 1,284 | 3 | 377 | 25,988 | There were many things Abigale found quite similar on Awilix that reflected back home in her new life. For example, waking up slumped over her desk, papers spread out, her computer on sleep, and as she sat up, papers coming with her stuck to her cheeks. Carefully pulling them away, Abigale set them aside, organising them as best she could as she rubbed her eyes away of all sleep. How long had she been out? When she had last checked the time, it had been early hours of the morning. Now...it was still morning, wasn't it? She hadn't slept the day away? No she was sure she'd only been asleep a few hours.
Sighing heavily, she ran a hand through her hair that was probably sticking up in all directions, and pulled it back, finding the hair tie she had taken out who knew when and tying it back, deciding that she didn't care what that looked like. She blinked bleary around her office, the room oddly small, and disorganised, but Abigale tended to be able to find what she needed when she needed it. Often she made the mess worse in searching for what she wanted, but this didn't effect her ability to locate what she needed.
As a nurse entered, her makeshift assistant and one of her only staff, Abigale gave a weary smile. "Demelza. How nice to see you. Nothing has happened, has it?" Demelza shook her head "No ma'am, only I have the results you wanted. I didn't want to disturb you though, you didn't seem to have slept long" Abigale accepted the file Demelza offered, and locked it away in a draw for later, giving the young girl a appreciateive smile. "Thank you Demelza" She said rising, and stretching, her back sore from the numerous times she had fallen asleep slumped over, but soon her body had healed the sore muscles, leaving a slight edge of tiredness, but nothing that wasn't barable.
Demelza reminded her so much of her little sister, it was often painful to interact with the younger woman. She missed her family every day, and hated not knowing what they must have felt, when she left, of not knowing how they were, or what they were doing. If they were even alive. It wasn't something she liked to dwell on, yet it didn't seem to be something she could stop herself thinking about at times. It was always there. Nor did it help that Abigale found herself feeling guilty about it, or that she hadn't really made any close ties here. Working hard to establish the medical building, and not having much time to even eat at times, the thought of interacting with others right then was just too exhausting.
As she made her way to retrieve some food, she went through what needed to be done that day. So far she had had no serious patients, inuries, but she knew that that was only a matter of time. WHen she'd accepted the place on Noah, she hadn't thought to end up essentially as Dead of Medicine, and yet here she was. She rubbed at her eyes wearily again, grabbing the food, and walking, eating as she did so. She checked the building over, checked over any patients she had, and what little staff, making sure everything was running smoothly, running well, and that no one was finding it difficult.
Demelza found her as she was making her way back to her office, a little destressed. Hearing her explain that there appeared to be a misshape on the farms, Abigale heaved a heavy sigh, and she gathered her supplies, knowing that it was probably useless, a protective suit however was a must, given that they still didn't understand what effects the soil would have on plants, and made her way to the lands put aside for farming, her body weary, but knowing this was something she needed to do. It didn't make her feel any better about it, yet Abigale wasn't one to skip on her work duties, and this covered them. Soemthing serious happened, you needed the senior, and most skilled, doctor on site. Even if it was a dead body, she could at least figure out what had happened. | Abigale Matson
Female● 25 ● Doctor
P E R S O N A L I T Y Abigale is a bright, outgoing, energetic woman. She is overly curious, often getting herself into one form of trouble or another, but typically finds herway out of it with an excellent story. She is quite an empathetic person, often sitting for hours at a time with someone if they are distressed, generally making them feel better and indeed, Abigale would give you the shirt of her back if that was all she had to give. Generally insightful and wise beyond her years, Abigale is typically modest, and allows people to come to things in their own time, given a slight nudge every now and then.
A P P E A R A N C E Abigale stands at 5"7. she has long black hair, and grey eyes. Her skin is a light brown, neither causcasian nor dominican, it typically represents skin tanend by the sun. She typically wears her hair back in a pony tail, but also enjoys wearing it down. She typically wears pants and a shirt, anything that is loose in which she can move in, and is comfortable. She wears practical, comfortable shoes.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Born to a loving family, the first two years of Abigale's life were perfect. Her parents loved her, cared for her, and gave her a wonderful life. Yet a month after her second birthday, disaster struck. Her mother was killed, and her father was left to raise her. However, her father couldn't seem to stay in one place very long. They were always moving. When Abigale was five, they finally settled down, and Abigale, bright and curious, often tried to get her father to go out with a woman he seemed to like. She would often find ways for him to be around the woman, wanting her father to be happy.
At school, Abigale was bright, determined, and focused. She excelled, and by the time she was 16, she had graduated. She immediately began to study to become a doctor, by this time her father had married the woman she had often tried to get him to date, and she had two younger siblings that she doted on. Choosing a college close by, so she could often come back and stay with her family, Abigale did well in her studies, just graduating when she was approached for the Noah project. Abigale struggled with her decision, not wanting to leave her family, but ultimately it was her fathers will to give her a good life, that had made her choose to accept.
In her new life, Abigale mourns the loss of her family, of her young brother and sister, but more importantly of her father. For a long time, it had just been him and her. She had wanted to make him proud, and everything she did, it was for him. Abigale worked hard to establish a medical centre, and to provide valued care to those that needed it in their strange new world.
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S
Healing touch
» C A P A B I L I T I E SAbigale can restore others to their optimal health, curing any damanged organs, any wounds, broken bones, diseases and poisoning. However, she is unable to heal the dead, but can bring someone back from near death.
» D R A W B A C K SAbigale must have contact with someone to heal them, and can take time to heal the wounds. Her healing abilities are also painful to the recipient, and to herself, and she must be careful when healing not to damange herself, as the healing uses her own energy, as well as the patients, to heal.
W E A P O N S
The only weapon Abigale uses is a dagger, and merely for self-defense. She knows how to use it, but she doesn't like to |
47,352 | 1,284 | 4 | 1,700 | 2,623 | Here little Mr. Bug, come here, just laaaaaaaaaaaaaaand on my arm and you can get all of the delicious Earth blood you can-AHA he exclaimed giddily as the hairs on his forearm bristled and the small bloodsucker stiffened from the voltage running through it. After a second, the insect fell to the ground dead and Kostia's arm returned to its non-electrified state. He shook the arm loosely, as if trying to remove the last bit of static electricity from it. It still felt weird to use his Lunos - he could never shake the feeling that every metal thing he touches will shock him like he had been running around with wool socks on carpet. He shuddered at the thought, then got up from his place at the bonfire and entered the small brown tent that was home to the entire scouting party of four.
Were you frying bugs with your Lunos again? Anna piped up from the corner of the room where her cot lay, setting her novel aside for a minute. Shocking, Konstantin corrected her, I was shocking bugs. Frying just sounds horrible. Speaking of whiiiiiiiiiich... he turned to the large older man in the center, who was busily milling about an electric stove. There was a large pot on one of the heatplates and a smaller one on the other. The man, whose name was Joseph, turned towards his younger companion with a calm fatherly smile. Settle down, Kostia, food will be ready when it's ready. If you're bored you can go out and help Mark collect samples, he said in a low bass rumble. Konstantin wanted to say something, but could find nothing satisfactorily witty. Instead, he turned on his heels and marched back outside into the heat and humidity of the jungle.
The first thing he saw when he went outside was... Nothing. Or rather, he saw smoke for the brief moment he could keep his eyes open. He started coughing reflexively and felt his eyes fill up with tears. The young man quickly took a few steps to the side and stood rubbing his eyes for a few seconds before his vision started coming back. After a few groggy blinks he had adjusted to the light and could easily identify the culprit of this unpleasant incident - the goddamned bonfire, lit to smoke out the bugs out of the camp (and doing a pretty poor job of it, too) was billowing smoke towards the tent due to a shift in the wind direction. Kostia approached it with red watery eyes, contemplating a fate that would fit such a troublemaker of a fire. Ugh, I wish I could just stomp you out... But Joseph would probably be mad and force me to stand outside as a human bug zapper or something. Stupid fire... he muttered under his breath.
Konstantin's nefarious plan of bonfirecide was interrupted by a sudden realization. There was a sound in the jungle. Well, there were always sounds in the jungle, but this one was not a native sound. It came from the west, maybe northwest and was getting louder. The scout stretched to his full height and listened. It was definitely something man made. And coming closer fast. A... motor? Yes, it was a motor. Sounded like one of those bigger airships, not the little Wasps that would zip around all the time. He trained his eyes on the direction of the sound and sure enough, a speck of metal in the distance was quickly turning into a square and then the square started getting less square and more cube-like until finally Konstantin could see the shape of a Hauler. It was going way above the usual speed for this type of aircraft, which was still way slower than most nimble single-pilot aircraft, passing the camp just a lick to the west of it but still making an eardrum popping noise. The sound started to lessen as both the craft slowed down and got further away. It seemed to have stopped moving forward after a few seconds and the buzz of a hovering Hauler could be heard faintly by the scout, but the machine itself was hidden by the treetops. "It can't be that far away," Kostia thought, "I wonder what the rush is all about?" Then he noticed it - in the direction the Hauler had gone, a small blinking red light. It was just barely visible through cracks in the greenery of the jungle. "Oh..." his voice trailed off as the realisation came to him.
Anna, Joseph, keep the food warm for me, I need to go check this out! he yelled as he ran off roughly in the direction of the flare. It could not have been more than a couple kilometers away, how did he miss it? Kostia cursed himself under his breath as he navigated the treacherous terrain of the jungle as best as he could. Luckily, the area was mostly known to him already and all the adrenaline helped remember quicker and safer paths. It took no longer than ten minutes for him to get there, but by that time most of the fireworks were over. There was a very obvious gap in the treeline that let a little more light than usual find its way to the ground. In the middle of a pile of wood, vines and metal was the culprit of this gap - a downed Wasp. Or rather, what remained of it. The scout diverted his attention skywards, where the cargo door of the Hauler was slowly closing. Odd, the Wasp did not appear to be on fire, why would the rescue opperation be rushed like that. Confused, he stepped forward towards the pile of rubble and then he realised.
There was a very distinct sound, one that he had heard before and probably one of the reasons his team insisted on him carrying a weapon. He lowered his eyes again and saw the trio at the other side of the clearing, two of them still looking cross at the big metal hunk in the sky. The third one, to Kostia's dismay, was looking straight at him. It was as if both of them were slowly hypnotizing eachother. A few moments passed and neither animal nor man made a move. Then the feline turned to its companions and let out a very distinct "trrr" sound to get their attention. The young man could not speak mog'romp, but he kind of got the intention of the message and it spelled MURDER in big block capitals. The other two now also focused on the lonely boy on the ground. What was he supposed to do? He could never outrun them. And climbing a tree was about as useful as diving deeper to avoid a shark. He had only one option and that was head for the Wasp and hope the people in the Hauler above notice him.
He made a run for it, giving all his tired legs could give at this point. The Wasp was closer to him than to the predators, but they were far far faster. With just a few meters to go, he noticed a blur at the corner of his eye. The one that spotted him first decided to call dibs on the prey. Fangs blaring, it went for Kostia with a horrible hunger in its eyes. Instinct kicked in. The scout's eyes turned a beautiful golden colour and all the hairs on his head turned into a spiky mess. He ducked and the mog'romp's fangs missed, but the legs made contact with the man's stomach, forcing an "Oof" sound out of him. In a panic, Kostia focused all of his electricity into his abdomen and released the charge.
The tumble was rough, but luckily, he didn't get injured. Konstantin got up as quickly as he could and saw that his attacker was still dazed, having trouble getting on its feet. The other two stopped at a respectable distance - hungry, but afraid to approach further. He knew they were persistent and he also knew he could not keep his Lunos charged forever. Right now he focused on gathering as much energy as possible, hoping to scare them off if another attack was incoming. His hope of surviving lay in the Hauler above. He wanted to look up or shout for help, but something in the way the alpha beast looked at him gave him the impression that it would be an admission to the fact that he knew and the animal could guess. The fact was, if help did not come soon, Konstantin was as good as dead. | C E R R I D W E N L A N K E R F I E L D Female ● Thirty Three ● Electronic Engineer
P E R S O N A L I T Y Cerridwen is considered to be quite a smart individual, but due to the creation of her artificial body that title has since been upgraded to that of mad scientist. She can at times be cold, dominating, and even sadistic; a woman who is not afraid to push the rules and boundaries in applied science and her own survival. With this said her egotistical nature doesn't fully consume her every living breath. She does have a softer side that she tries to hide away, leaving people to wonder why she in fact entered into medical science.
A P P E A R A N C E The metallic, sea green body that Cerridwen uses is a construct of various alloys and synthetics making it both light weight and resilient to many of the natural elements. Her eyes glow a pale blue when she's active, and turn off when she's in sleep mode; even a robot needs to sleep. The body houses a variety of gadgets and tools that allow her to perform maintenance on equipment around her and the robot itself.
Cerridwen's actual appearance is quite sinister in comparison to her mechanical side. The woman has fair skin with long flowing, charcoal hair which frames a face that is pleasing to look at but intimidating at best. Her scowl is bordered by red lipstick most of the time and helps to trim the expensive choice of clothes that she prefers to wear.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Cerridwen knew from the moment she stepped onto the Noah II that her drop date onto Awilix would be a minimum of 2 years after the initial landing, a time frame that she believe she didn't deserve considering she was one of the engineering scientist who helped develop the Medical Bay and Cryogenic technology. Luck however did come to her in the form of her developed Lunos ability, a skill that allowed her to control a plethora of electronic devices at will.
During the 5 year voyage Cerridwen was able to partially break out of her induced coma, a process that allowed her to transfer her conscious the Noah II itself. Eventually through brute force and perseveration she was able to muster a selection of manufacturing machines in the Assembly Center and begin to construct a new form for her mind to enter and control.
One week after the Landing on Awilix a surprise drop pod was launched from the Noah, a pod that crashed into the nearest available landing zone. The workers around the site were confused and concerned at first considering that Noah hadn't informed them of such a delivery, however upon opening the container they soon discovered Cerridwen in her new, metallic body.
Currently she is working at one of the engineering firms, a division that specialises in the maintenance and operation of the machinery used to clear out the forest. It's a step down from her previous occupation but Cerridwen knows that once she is finally released Landing will soon come to know of her name.
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Technopathy
» C A P A B I L I T I E SA Lunos user with Technopathy is able to transfer their conscious into any electronic device with an inbuilt computer system. From there they are able to control the device to their own will, giving off the impression that the machine has a mind of it's own. They are able to do this by hopping from device to device, using any radio signals as a pathway to their end goal. Due to the distance from the Noah II to her robotic self Cerridwen has deployed a series of micro-satellites in order to keep a continual uplink to her original body.
» D R A W B A C K STechnopathy has some heavy conditions of use making it quite a taxing ability. Whenever the user places their conscious into a device their original body will become limp as it enters into a paralytic state. Any pain inflicted to the body will be felt by the conscious self and if the user's human body was to cease living then the conscious would immediately disappear from existence. Technopathy users are also susceptible to performance interference from radio jammers, voltage fluctuations, EMPs and magnetism.
W E A P O N S None |
47,353 | 1,284 | 5 | 1,359 | 333 | Jaica and Talcri Borré
"P-Please. Let her go," he cried out, knees bruised purple from the length of time spent kneeling in front of the armed woman and her captive. Tears streamed like an accursed waterfall down the sides of his face and air suddenly seemed like fire in his lungs, and yet he couldn't stop. Not when the barrel of a gun was placed firmly against the captive's temple and a careful finger teased the trigger. "Take-Take me instead."
A look passed over the woman's face as she held her captive tighter, digging the barrel deeper into the skin. Olive eyes narrowed at the man and her lips curled into a cold sneer. "Don't worry. After I blast her brains out, you'll be next." She watched as the man cowered, shaking even harder if that were possible. A foul smell wafted to her already scrunched nose, and it didn't take long for her to identify that the cause was the stain that now painted the front of the terrified man's work pants. The image gave her pause and her hold on the captive slackened for a brief moment. The captive wiggled slightly, which was enough movement for Talcri to remember her job and regain her grip. She addressed the man again, catching his gaze and holding it, "Unless you give the Big Boss what he wants."
Instinctively, the man's head shook. There was simply no way; not when the carefully worded request first knocked on his door and not now when a family member was being threatened with death. "Please." The plea escaped his lips, a prayer unheard by the one who he needed to hear.
The stoic mask remained on the pink-haired girl's face. "Would you rather I kill her?"
A choice. He was presented with a choice. Either his greatest treasure, or his... He glanced at the captive again, eyeing the hands clawing at the robotic arm that kept her, and wondered, not for the first time that morning, exactly what his connection with her is. He knew in the deepest of his heart and mind that she was family, but he couldn"y pinpoint just which role she played. Was it a sister, a daughter, or a niece? He supposed, in the face of things, it didn't matter. She was family, and she would die if he didn't succumb to the mobster's wishes. A choice. Was there even a choice to be made? He was damned if he did and damned if he didn't.
He spared another glance towards the captive, and he released a shaky sigh. "Very well," he acceded, mustering all his strength to raise his hand. There was nothing special about the limb, but Talcri tossed her captive aside and formed the light emitted by the small bulb above them into a dagger. With a swipe, the man's hand was severed at the wrist, his screams filling the small cabin.
A grimace made its way to Talcri's lips as she recovered the hand, noticing the way the skin shifted from the pale white to an assortment of colours before settling on blue, and placed it inside a special container. "Eugh, disgusting," she muttered, as the container sealed itself, giving a satisfying hiss as it did so.
"Aww," her captive cooed as she righted herself and approached the still screaming man. "I can't believe you did that for me." She fell to a squat by him, catching his eyes as a slew of pleas and curses fell from his lips. Watching him, she couldn't help but smile softly. "I really do appreciate it."
The man whimpered as she retrieved a black dagger from her back. It was a faithful tool, and one that has never once disappointed her. The cold metal of the blade licked the skin of the man's neck. One second, the man was crying softly; the next, he lay lifeless on the floor. Talcri walked over to the two, a disapproving look on her face.
"You killed him," she remarked. There was no surprise in her voice, only resignment. She watched as her sister cleaned the blade of the dagger using the man's shirt and sheathed it to her back.
Jaica stood, a bright grin on her lips as she practically vibrated on the spot. "Of course. We don't leave loose ends." Her head tilted to the side as she tried to take a peak at the container in Talcri's hands. "You got it?"
"I did," the younger twin replied with a nod as she handed the container over. She wiped her hands on her jeans, cringing at the way they ended things. "What does the Boss want with his hand? His Lunos is just changing something's color when he touches it. Nothing special."
Despite herself, Jaica couldn't help but smile at the mention of the now dead man's Lunos. It was amusing when she'd first watched him do it; he touched the liquid in Jaica's glass with a finger and she had watched as it turned into a bright shade of green. For most people, the Lunos would be nothing, but the man was an artist - a painter. He valued that hand more than he valued anything. Why their Boss wanted the hand - and just the hand - was not something the knew, and so Jaica answered with a shrug. "He has his reasons. Let's get this to the drop-off and we can celebrate by getting cake."
Talcri blanched. They would celebrate with cake for killing a man. She watched as Jaica's lips broke out into an excited grin and the protest died on her lips. Her sister was simply doing this for them, nothing more. Just like how the man sacrificed his hand for a perceived family member, Talcri knew her sister would do the same. She eyed the corpse and allowed it to add another weight to her shoulders as she followed her sister out.
Jaica simply grinned and gave the men wandering in a high-five as they exited. The clean-up crew was always nice company, and they made the best jokes. Perhaps she'd buy them some cake too.
"Down the rabbit hole you go," Jaica sing-songed as she dropped the container into the chute, waving goodbye to it as it descended into the abyss. The screen atop it glowed a bright grin, a cheery thumbs-up appearing onto it. Talcri rolled her eyes, but accepted the credits that were transferred to their accounts.
She wished they didn't need it, but the pay was good and one did not simply leave the Big Boss' services. One day, though, she promised herself. She turned to her sister, ready to drag her out of the building that gave off an oppresive air to her, and noticed that Jaica was still staring at the screen. There were new orders presented, directed towards both of them. A name and a short profile was followed by the Big Boss' commands.
Talcri had never met the Boss personally, as he was never one to physically interact with his, for a lack of a better word, goons. He was shrouded by darkness, a field of secrecy keeping him away from both the eyes of the authorities and his own people. She was sure not even her sister has met the Boss in person, but with the soft smile slowly crawling onto Jaica's lips, she wondered if maybe she had assumed wrong. Jaica was, after all, one of the Boss' favourite pets.
She shook her herself out of her thoughts as Jaica turned back to her, her usual bright grin making the oppressive air take a few steps back from the sisters. "We have a new assignment. Not much information though, so I'll have to start digging." She began to list all they knew in one hand, "His name is Keefer Bernstein. Really old, and he used to run a mining company. We also have an address for his apartment, I believe. Oh, you'll love this. He's apparently loaded." Mischief danced in Jaica's eyes, which was not mirrored in her sister's. "I'll try to find out more about him and you do your thing. Let's have cake at home tonight!"
Talcri couldn't help but smile at her sister's chirpyness, even though she feared their new job might suffer the same fate as their recently finished one. She gave her sister a nod and took her leave towards the markets, where she was sure her friend would be hanging about. Jaica skipped in the opposite direction, intent on slithering right into the fray. | J A I C A B O R R É Female ● Twenty Three ● Informant for The Family P E R S O N A L I T Y The yang to her twin sister's yin, Jaica is normally seen bright-eyed and with a grin exuding confidence towards any task placed in her hands. While quite plain in appearance, she makes up for it in the way her words and presence makes drills into the hearts of any and all around her, and settles her deep into the reaches of their souls. This social butterfly is the life of the party, but she still ensures that she maintains professionalism when it comes to accomplishing her jobs for the Family. Well, most of the time. She's charming to a fault, and it's easy to find yourself lost in the way she simply shines with optimism and courage, like a celebrated hero from a children's comic book.
Truth be told, Jaica is no hero. In fact, on occassions too many to count on both hands, Jaica has willingly and gleefully played the antagonist. Starry-eyes and playful grin aside, Jaica's hands are far from clean. There is little she wouldn't do for her and her sister's safety, and if that means chopping a man's head off in front of his whole family, then she would do it. If she found a little enjoyment in her line of work, then surely that's not something you can fault her for. A P P E A R A N C E Jaica doesn't seem like much at first glance, and, in fact, some people look her over in a crowd. That is, until her constant bright smile makes it to her lips and it is almost impossible to lose sight of her in a room. She has a small stature, standing at little over five foot four with a petite body that has never recovered fully from years spent with barely enough food. Dark brown hair frames a welcoming face, and bright eyes the colour of glinting emeralds stand out in stark contrast to tawny brown skin littered with pink freckles. Brightly-coloured shirts paired with an assortment of denim jeans cover a canvas of ink, and is oftentimes topped with a beige coat on the off-chance that Jaica is needed on work that required true subterfuge. Never removed from her daily attire though are neon blue headphones playing radio chatter in lieu of music and a pair of sneakers lined with neon blue strips made with the same technology as the ink used on her latest tattoo, a chameleon perching on her shoulder that lights up in a cool blue tint under the cover of darkness. B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Jaica has always taken it upon herself to do anything and everything to ensure her sister's safety. They have lived their entire lives together, from when they were tossed into the foster system at the young age of two after the death of their parents at the hand of a corrupt policeman up to their adult life working alongside each other in an organization the constantly raised its middle finger to the authorities. Life had never been easy for them, living amongst the dirt in a world that moved far too fast for them to catch up, but they eventually learned that in order to survive, you had to break some rules.
Jaica broke her first when they were ten years old and coming back into the system from a family that was unable to handle the rowdy twins. Talk amongst the supervisers had arisen about seperating them, putting them into different homes, and Jaica knew then that they had to leave. She hadn't meant to, though. All she wanted was to steal some supplies and secure their escape from the foster home, but the attendant had lunged at her and she had been so scared. The errant pole that stuck out from the wall, a danger hazard that the same attendant had constantly ignored for the past three months, had been right there. Jaica had scrubbed out the blood from her shirt as best as she could and grabbed Talcri just as the sirens reached their street.
Finding their way into the Family had been Talcri's achievement, but it was Jaica who ensured that they stayed. The Big Boss saw potential in the haunted eyes of the thirteen year old that clutched her younger twin as if she were ready to shield the girl from a hundred bullets. He saw potential in the way Jaica could smile her way to extra portions of food for a small amount of money and how she could take so much from someone with so little consideration. As such, when news of the Noah II came, the Big Boss made sure there was room aboard for the two girls that had done so much for him on Earth so long as their loyalty to the Family stayed and they remained useful wherever they may end up next.
Not much changed for Jaica in the Landing. She still worked for the Family, much more effectibly now with her Lunos ability, and took on jobs that she hadn't ever dreamed of on Earth. Acting as an informant and spy for the Family, she brings in more than enough to keep her and her sister well-fed for decades. L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Furtive Assimilation
» C A P A B I L I T I E SThe user can instantly assimilate into any society or social group, subconsciously nullifying the ability/need of others to recognize user as nothing else than part of the group/social structure they place themselves. They could walk into a restaurant and immediately assume a position of waiter, or go into a crime organization and assume a the role of domestic servant. The user can feel the general emotions of a society or group of people by having an internal social mirror. With this ability, Jaica easily inserts herself into any group to gather intelligence or internally sabotage her target group.
» D R A W B A C K SJaica's cloaking abilities doesn't come with a limit on the length of its usage, but prolonged use takes a toll on Jaica's psyche. It's too easy to lose herself in a role - her memories of her true life turning foggy and her opinions joining the hive mind of the group she's inserted herself in. Should she find herself in such a state, releasing her from its hold can prove quite difficult. Furtive assimilation also requires Jaica to have a certain grasp on the group she's inserting herself into, such as their general outlook or names of some of their members.
W E A P O N S
Accenco Trade Pistol (Heavily Modified)
» Class: Laser Pistol
» Clip Size: 6 Shots per Battery
» Description: Accenco Trade pistols are generally turned down in the market due to their tendency to explode in their user's hands. As such, many gun wielders fail to utilize the immense firepower that a pistol from the manufacturer possesses. This plasma-based weapon is as dangerous as its cousins, both for the user and its target, but a well-modified version offers more stability and a 76.6% chance of not blowing up in your hands. Jaica rarely uses this weapon, but keeps it on her person in case of emergencies.DaggerThis quiet and deadly weapon is what Jaica favours. Easily hidden in her sleeve of her jacket, this dagger provides a quick draw and a swift demise for her intended target when used alongside with her ability that allows her to get up close and personal. |
47,354 | 1,284 | 6 | 2,353 | 72 | A V A L I N E R O S E Sub-Level Three
Doctor Avaline Rose strode down a corridor of dull metal panels, linking beneath the scattered lights set into the ceiling above. There were few markings on the walls, abstractive lines in red and white, section numbers, and others that turned to a blur as her long legs carried her purposeful strides towards the end of the northern hallway. Set beneath the towering structure that was the City of Landing, the sublevels held a stuffy sense of confinement—despite the adequate ventilation chambers set at intervals in the crevice between floor and wall—one reeking of achievement and learning.
Here was the home for the small, yet growing vision of one small, odd man. To either side rectangular viewing windows stretched, showing the sparse clusters of men and woman adorned in white coats bristling when pens and pads, their goggle clad faces bowed together in hot debate or over their research materials. There a man gestured with a long, thin rod of metal, instructing his underlings on scientific principles, though only three people sat before him. Avaline sniffed, pushing up the spectacles balanced delicately on the bridge of her pointed nose, lips pursed in thought. ’We’ll be needing more minds to tame this world, perhaps I should suggest funding a center of learning..’ she mused, letting her thoughts carry her.
Too soon, she found herself on one side of the metal barrier, split with a line down the middle, that separated her from the man who had somehow managed to pull all of this together. She remembered, briefly, the first days upon this god forsaken world. People running about in panic, children crying, people lost and looking dazed as a mass hysteria swept through them. Perhaps it was excitement and wonder, or maybe fear of the unknown. Either way, Avaline was quite pleased to see how quickly order had been established.
She sighed, taking a breath and steeling herself for what was about to come. She still wasn’t used to such.. Aberrant behavior. The door hissed open as her heels clicked against the white synthetic flooring, likely a poured type of surface with an antimicrobial coating. She stiffened as her gaze swept over the room, fingers tapping incessantly on the clipboard pinned beneath her arm and pressed to her abdomen. Before her the scene was chaotic, haphazard, and a potential danger, though she might need time to prove that last thought.
The space was rather large, with a counter that ran around three walls of the windowless room, set with cabinets above and below, doors of which had been left open at random. The room’s two sinks sat clustered with dirty equipment, and the countertops themselves were a disorganized mess of samples. She walked along the length of the counter, trying to ignore the tools and implements left strewn between the work material.
Clusters of plastic containers sat huddled together, not in neat and tidy rows, but apparently grouped by difference. All of them filled with dirt, some of which were peculiar shades, and labeled by what had been done to the soil. Some of them held vibrant green plants, others of awkward shades and hues, but mostly they held the shriveled corpses of those that had not taken. Her heart sank somewhat as she noted that nearly all of the samples held dead plants. She crossed to the section of counter running parallel to the door, looking at the labels. Most were noted to be show sterilization levels, soil composition and origin, and the chemical adjustments. Clipboards next to each grouping held firmly clamped notes, which she peeked at. Unfortunately, Avaline was never known for her love of plants, and many of the things listed were foreign to her.
One label in particular caught her eye. She noticed that this particular label was associated with more than a few groupings of plants, some of which looked promising.
”Jethro?” She queried, righting herself and catching Nir’s eyes through the holo display of his computer. He simply nodded, in fact, by the look of it he hardly seemed aware of her presence, let alone the implied question. His slight nimble fingers were rapidly speeding across the flat surface of electronic keys. From this side of the display Avaline could see he was working on inputting simulation model data, likely to further refine his theories. She sniffed again, adjusting her glasses and smooth her unwrinkled lab coat before placing herself next to him. She set the clipboard down, a bit too firmly, which seemed to shock him out of the scientific trance he had entered.
”Ah, Ava-”
”Doctor-”
”-you mentioned Jethro? The farmhand, yes?” Nir asked, catching Ava’s eyes with his own, dark brown and glistening as if he had forgotten to blink in some time. Avaline sighed, at times she felt less like an assistant director and more like a mother, and not just because of the ageless face behind those wizened eyes.
”The samples?” She admonished, raising a blonde brow in skepticism.
”Oh, right.. Right, he was helping. He has power over dirt.. Or soil, though I don’t know the extend of it he claims-”
”He’s a simple farmer, not a scientist.” Ava countered curtly, disapproval evident on her face.
”Well his plants seem to be fairing better, or, at least the soil. Something about manipulating the composition, though it seemed a strain, I often find myself having a hard time-”
”And what of them? Are they sustainable? Mr.Quan is already pushing the agricultural department to clear land faster, I think the Ghost Leaf has made him rather.. exuberant.”
”Technically..” Nir began, though at the clearing of Avaline’s throat he paused to focus, ”For practically purposes, no, those that do live die overnight, and some of them even I can’t bring back. Those you see there I’ve already written off, the code is.. Wrong, warped. It’s becoming quite clear that earthly plants were not made for this planet, I mean that’s obvious, but we can’t adapt them here. Even if we could it would take far too long. Our efforts have proven useless, and I rather like Jeth thank you, his bongos are.. cool.”
Avaline let out a hmph, to let Nir know just exactly what she thought of that. Cool? For god’s sake he was a man of science, a young man, but of science no less. When she had heard Nir had been the first to step forward, she was expecting a man forged by the passage of time, of trials and tribulation, not this.. This boy! Her teeth pressed together as she looked back at the samples, asking farm hands to help? No matter the extent of their.. Abilities, was outrageous. Surely a simpleton couldn’t be elevated above his position simply because he can move dirt.
No, it had to be that Nir was studying the effects of dirt touched by the Lunos, that had to be it, yes! That was why she had chosen to follow him, she would have never considered that, or perhaps at a much later date. She was focused on practical applications, and Nir was, well.. Nir. She stooped over his shoulder, looking at the model of rendered orbs spinning lazy patterns across the display. He wasn’t even working on the planting problem, her eye twitched.
”I thought you were working on farms? Surely this pet project of yours can wait?” She insisted, tapping her foot impatiently against the floor. It took Nir a moment to notice, or rather finish what he was doing, though he seemed completely oblivious to the subtle clicks of her pointed shoe.
”Pet project?” Nir asked incredulously, ”This will revolutionize the smoking industry as soon as I can get these documents sent out to the manufacturing facilities. I’m sure Mr.Quan is worked up over the speed of the crop’s growth.. Despite the fact that I may have helped them along-Now now stop glaring at me. I’ve asked the scouts to collect samples from the surrounding jungle, and we currently have some test crops nearing the end of their cycle. Everything is going along smoothly.”
Avaline’s eyes pinched together, smoothly for Nir was akin to riding a dingy through a tropical storm. Smoothly. Hah! A small chime played as Nir’s display notified him of an impending message. He clicked it open, causing Avaline to sigh. She was definitely not done talking about this! However, the message caught her attention. Her eyes widened, as she read. A small pang of sadness resonated through her, Reggie was dead. She frowned, she had rather liked the man. Hardworking, industrious, just as people should be. She looked at Nir whose face was… blank as he responded, did the boy feel nothing?
Jeth. Mark the crop with hazard tape.. And add lights, I like the lights.
Wait for medical, let them examine the body there if they can.
Tell them what happened, then come and see me.
Oh, and bring a sample, I’ll take a look at it.
-NIR
P.S Bring your pipe.
Avaline’s face scrunched together again, Nir was an unending source of worry for her, ”Are you planning to okay the distribution of the Ghost Leaf? What about clinical trials, and long term studies?”
”Well, we did short term studies, and I’ll probably be dead before we clear a long term trial. There’s no inclinations that the Ghost Leaf will lead to long term illness or death, and even if does, nobody will care. That much is certain, just look at the tobacco industry, or what it had been. Nobody cares as long as they get their fix and I for one, would like to smoke something.”
Avaline stared at him for a long moment. His reasoning was infuriatingly sound, despite the uncouth methods. She was glad to be only second in command. The task Nir had taken upon himself was a daunting one, and yet he handled it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He only stressed about his problems, those of the plants, everything else seemed.. Expected, to him. At least from her viewpoint.
”Right, well.. I have some things I need you to sign off on,” Avaline said, motioning towards the clipboard.
”Is it the funding reports you threatened me with? Nir asked carefully, staring at the clipboard in what might have been abject horror. Avaline nodded, prompting Nir’s own sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, though it remained unlively and flat, if not a bit disheveled.
”Alright, but it’ll have to wait until I get these manufacturing releases done. By the light, the stuff is already clean, dried, and rolled into a tube. I just need to fill out the forms.. Phah, there’s always a bloody form, can’t escape them.”
”My, what colorful language you have Doctor Nir,” Ava mused, a small smile pulling at the corner of her mouth.
”A man’s gotta have hobbies,” Nir replied, already turning back to his work.
Avaline pulled up a chair, sitting near him, but not too close. Just incase his slight madness was catching. She produced a small tablet from her coat, going over the functions of the various departments she helped oversee, though in actuality she practically managed the entire affaire. Nir could hardly be disturbed from returning to his plants and dirt, he wasn’t much of a bureaucrat. Despite that, his mind was.. Plentiful. What she saw as grand ideas and meticulous planning, he gave as if it were ordinary.
She shook her head slowly, perhaps in disbelief, though with more than just a little wonder as she tucked a golden curl behind her ear. Luckily, she was a patient person. There was always work to be done, and most of Nir’s director duties had been pushed off onto her, where she had in turn passed some things off to her underlings. Yet, her mind kept going back to the notice from earlier, killed by a tomato.. What a way to go. She hated the uncertainty that brought, of the future, or her livelihood. Without sustainable food, they wouldn’t survive. Her gaze fell to Nir’s back, tapping away, data streaming before him. He looked so much like a boy, Avaline saw something of a son in him, despite their few years of difference.
She had Sons that were still on the ship, still frozen, still sleeping, and she missed them terribly. | IMG URL K O N S T A N T I N V I N O G R A D O V Male ● Twenty Four ● Scout
P E R S O N A L I T Y Konstantin (or Kostia) is a stubborn and determined young man, who sees anything other than achieving his goals as a failure. If anyone tries to stop him, Kostia is prone to violent outbursts, although these are more often than not followed by guilt and repeated apologies once he calms down. Having lived all his life with the thought that he will most likely die soon after his 19th birthday has left him searching for purpose on this new planet, as he never thought he would live to see Awilix. This causes Konstantin a fair bit of anxiety.
Being young and having little experience, it is no surprise that Konstantin's worldview is somewhat naive, with a lot of black and white and too few shades of gray. This is why he approaches new acquaintances with openness and energy, but might also judge them too quickly and make enemies where others would just let sleeping dogs lie. Believing most people to be good, he is quick to strike up conversation and might annoy those less passionate about the great weather we're having.
A P P E A R A N C E Konstantin is a young man with an unimpressive physique. While he stands at a fairly average 178 cm, his body has very little in the way of fat or muscle, giving a sinewy, even malnourished look. This is even more pronounced by his almost ghost-white skin colour. Konstanin's face is elongated and just as thin as the rest of him, with very prominent cheekbones and chin, but a small and round nose, which sits awkwardly out of place in all the jagged edges of his profile. His hair is medium length, which he refuses to part in any way, leading to a lot of hair in eyes (which are a warm brown colour) situations. While originaly dark blonde, the stress of cryosleep has given his hair a grayish-yellow colour.
Aside from his work clothes, Konstantin's wardrobe consists of fairly simple apparel - jeans, t-shirts, jumpers, sweaters. Aside from a few pieces of clothing, most are pretty drab - shades of gray, brown, white and black.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Before boarding the Noah II, Konstantin was a young man with little direction in his life. He finished school, but had no time nor desire to study anything which might increase his chances of going into space. He dreamed of getting a degree, becoming a teacher and settling down somewhere in the suburbs like in those old shows. Of course, with the impact of Lunosity's Comet just a few months away, his dream sounded about as useful as spending his last few months on the couch at his parents' house watching TV. Which he briefly considered as a sort of plan B, although it did not take him more than a day to discard such defeatist thoughts. He was just beginning the best part of his life and he would figure out a way to get on that vessel or face orbital annihilation knowing he did all he could.
The problem was that all of the people to continue humanity's journey were already picked and being prepared for the journey. The solution came unexpectedly - Konstantin won the lottery of a lifetime. His prize? A place among those chosen to board the Noah II. Even with advanced medicine, young people died all the time - car accidents, muggings gone sour, heck, even suicides, as grim as the reality might be. So with 100 million passengers, naturally quite a few never made it to the Noah. This, of course, presented an opportunity to those doomed to see the Earth's destruction from the planet's surface. A lot of these free spaces were handed out to the highest bidder or to the next person of the list of scientists and engineers that would be needed on the new planet. Some, however, went into public "lotteries". You did not have to buy a ticket to participate, a person was drawn at random from all inhabitants. And Konstantin got his ticket just three weeks before launch. So he said a quick goodbye to his parents and the few friends he had that were not also coming and boarded the Noah II.
His awakening from cryosleep was rough and his first days on Awilix even rougher. On Earth, he did not know what he wanted to do, but at least he had a choice. Here he was assigned to a scouting party and tasked with examining a part of the planet just south of Landing. And that was it. Being productive was nice, but he felt like he could be so much more than just a scout.
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S High Voltage
» C A P A B I L I T I E SKonstantin's body can generate electricity, which he can distribute and discharge through any part of his body. This can be used to shock wildlife as well as humans, power-up electronics or fry them. The amount he can generate varies with physical condition, but it is never more than to stun an adult human for a few minutes.
» D R A W B A C K SHis powers use up a large amount of energy, meaning he has to eat a lot between uses to replenish it. Discharging a large amount all at once or using it several times without rest puts Konstantin at risk of passing out.
W E A P O N S None |
47,355 | 1,284 | 7 | 124 | 215 | A whirlwind of emotion stormed within Jethro. 'Reggie you asshole! You knew the safety briefing! We all did...I was just as excited as you for this new discovery.' he reached down and yanked the necklace from his neck as quickly as possible. The back had been eaten away by the "acid" like substance that took his life. However, he wasn't going to let his friends keep sake get lost in the medical ward. Engraved on the pendant, just an inch in diameter, read:
'To the Skies, we will ride'
Reggie used to talk about it quite often. A memory flashed before him as he fell on his ass next to his dearly departed friend.
Reggie walked up to Jethro in his room and slapped him on the back, "Guess what I just found?!" he exclaimed as he sat and spun around in Jethro's computer chair. "You finally find those Elvis records I have been asking about? I swear if you do then I will finally get back the record player witch hunt!" With a bit of a laugh he shook his head, "Even better." Tossing the pendant at Jethro. He caught it and saw the engraving on the front, "To the Skies, we will ride? Something off a Johnny Cash song? I mean, I love Mr. Cash but not to knowledgeable of his famous quotes." Tossing it back to Reggie who caught it with a frown. "You better get your day ears into gear you country bumpkin! Cash had nothing to do with this, even though I wish he had haha." His eye's began to get lost in the pendant. "This belonged to my grandfather. A gift from my grandmother while he was in the Army. To let him know that no matter where he road that at the end, we would ride to sky together. In one big bike club of heavenly light."
The memory faded as he felt his mobile chime. Jethro looked down to see Nir's response and with one quick swipe of his face he jumped to his feet. Patty had done a good job of preemptively getting the other farmers back to work. Some wondered back, others were in tears, but many were consoling them. Putting a hand on her shoulder Jethro said, "Help me out Patty, we have to cordon off this area with the lights Nir likes and what not." She nodded then looked over to another field hand, "Marty, wait here and make sure the body gets attended too. There should be someone from medical coming down to handle Reggie, ya hear?" Marty nodded and with a final pat on the shoulder of one of those brought to tears headed over to Reggie.
Once all of the equipment had been brought together they began marking the "Tomatoes" as hazardous. Jethro strung up the lights as Patty continued to mark down the row. Looking over her shoulder she remarked to him, "What a damn fool, that bastard. I swear I wish I knew why he did this." Jethro let another tear fall down his face once the remark left her lips. We all knew deep down why he did it. The sheer, child like excitement of seeing something grow here that resembled home took the best of him. Jethro then took it upon himself to get his rock throwing revenge from earlier. Winging Patty's right arm he replied, "Probably to avoid having to hear you and me have a 'singing' duet again."
Patty stopped dead in her tracks as she turned back to him, "Caloway, how can you make jokes at a time like this?" Without missing a beat he said, "I understand that time will pass on this here planet. During that time, Reggie will no longer be apart of that with us. However, we can't sit here and let our lives fall to the wayside. We have to remember him as he was. We have to help his spirit live on in the new world. Help all of us remember the hardworking son of a bitch that he really was. Big emphasis on the bitch part."
It was as though a small pinch of hope spread across Patty's face. "Well if that is the case," she flipped Jethro the bird, "Your singing was what really brought our future music career down ya monotone prick!" They shared a decent laugh at this point. Memories would flow through there minds for days after of them together with Reggie. Today though, they had to make sure the medical personnel got all the help they needed with Reggie. "Patty I have to run and get this sample to Nir, you mind holding down the fort here until I get back?"
As she curled her lips into a frown, "First of all, you ain't my boss Jethro. Secondly, I will do it," she continued down the line, "But because I want to, not because you told me too." He smiled, snagged a "tomato", bagged and tagged it, and headed off. He ran by his shed first to grab his bongos and pipe. Well at least I have one thing to look forward to today. A good smoke, with a good dude. Slinging his bongos across his back, he placed his pitchfork back on the wall and touched the pendant. "Ride smooth brother, may the roads to heaven be clear and true."
Jethro would always have a problem walking through the science district. A bunch of, very intelligent, scientists roamed these halls. How could a dirty, vest wearing, farmer feel out of place? Well in a lot of ways. Thankfully, he reached Nir's office quick fast and in a hurry so only a few people could shoot him confused glances. "Hey buddy, got you your sample." | Jethro CarowayMale ● Thirty ● Farmer
P E R S O N A L I T Y Flip open a dictionary and look for soft spoken, easy going, and humble. You will be happy to know that they will be easy reads because all you will see is Jethro Caloway. His outdoorsy nature helped him out with this because he didn't waste much time inside using technology to further is philosophy on things. One thing has always resonate with him and that is: help when you can, respect others as need be, and smile often. Always a hard worker and has zero problems getting his hands dirty with projects.
A P P E A R A N C E -Caucasian
-6'0
-Has a lean muscle body structure from working outdoors his whole life
-Very light brown hair and always seems to have beard stubble
-His favorite wicker hat
-Dark brown and light green scarf around his neck he uses as a mask if necessary.
-Normally in a tan, cloth vest with light green trim around the edges, burlap pants tucked into dark brown, leather farmers boots
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Born and raised 10 miles outside of Round rock, Texas and all he ever knew was the farming life. Years he spent attempting to take over the family farm before the news that Earth had a time limit much within reach than he expect. However, he knew that the life he dedicated himself too would prove useful in the new world. His parents, thankfully, passed before the impact who occur. Jethro had taken over the family farm up until he was 25. Schooling would be difficult with such a task that he felt inclined to attend too. Dodging child services and such for years may not have been smart of him but the farm was all he knew.
In his off time all he had were his bongos and the farm to his name. When the word of the NOAH II began to spread around his community, he was lucky enough to be one of the farms personnel of the project visited. They vetted him and made sure he would be a qualified candidate for the farmer's being sent out with the ship. Thankfully he passed the arduous process. However, even though he knew it would mean leaving his families farm he knew it would lead to his bloodlines survival. With the collection of his bongos and few keepsakes of the farm he would be off in no time. His next destination was always mentioned to him but all he could think about was his farming skills. Keeping himself in check so that he didn't fall behind for anyone once they reached their new "home".
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Geokinesis
» C A P A B I L I T I E SUser can shape and manipulate earth and "Earthen" elements including most solid objects, specifically all minerals and mineral compositions regardless of their state (mountain, boulder, sand or dust), dirt, soil, etc. At his current state, when it comes to adjusting the grounds composition, he can only adjust the fertility of the ground to be more suitable for flora.
» D R A W B A C K SAn obvious radius had been observed by Jethro upon using his ability. Where he stands he can only manipulate the earth within a 5 meter bubble. However, if he concentrates in one direction he can mold his surroundings up to 10 meters with a width of 1 meter.
W E A P O N S Only thing he keeps with him is his lucky farming tools. He has his families pitchfork which has been handed down for generations. |
47,356 | 1,284 | 8 | 356 | 1,322 | Keefer and Lenna ate their lunch in relative silence. Because of Holla's unexpected visit, Keefer panicked and made some old fashioned peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Only both the peanut butter and jelly were made out of imitation products. Had he known Lenna was going to be late, he'd have gone with something more befitting of a family reunion. Still, betting on Lenna being late for anything wasn't a good idea.
“...So that's it?” Lenna made her inquiry without looking at Keefer. While her mood was already sour, telling her the events that transpired before her arrival hadn't made her pleased.
“Well, it did happen.”
“Oh, I know it happened.”
“Really?”
Lenna turned to face Keefer. “Yes.” Her glowing eyes made her look very intimidating. “This was originally going to be your father's apartment. Choosing to be between his daughter and some bimbo is exactly the kind of thing I'd expect him to do.” Lenna dropped her sandwich onto a plate. “ The kissing, the flirting, I don't question any of it. Maybe the seriousness of her intent, but not the actions themselves.” The overseer folded her hands together and leaned on her elbows. “I just thought you knew me better than this. Such tales do not make up for this miserable excuse of a sandwich.”
Keefer was the type of person who believed in wearing a smile at all times. But he had difficulty holding the corners of his lips up to his sister. It had been a long time since they had seen each other, even if you didn't count the five years they spent in the hibernation pods. Keefer was suppose to be the overseer of his father's mining operation, but didn't like dark or small spaces. Because of this, he chose to work with his mother on the farm. His sister however adapted to her father's work better than anyone could have imagined. Because of the miner's lifestyle, Keefer's father and sister were seldom home. They were drilling all over Germany with monthly visits to the farm. Once Keefer got his carpenter career launched, he left home and hadn't seen her since.
“I get the impression you're annoyed with more than just the sandwich.”
Lenna sighed and let her arms collapse on the table. Keefer could tell that she was looking at the apartment. He had already grown accustom to such luxory, but the truth was that only the most wealthy got to enjoy apartments like this. The kitchen was filled with appliances, and the dining room could easily seat ten people. There was a bath that featured a jacuzzi, a hobby room with a state of the art home theater system, and of course a bed room. Keefer still had a hard time believing that most people were living in single room apartments. Even his sister did, and she had worked hard her entire life. “Our father, he really was a piece of shit, wasn't he?”
Keefer was happy to entertain the change in topic. “I don't think I'd word it quite like that. I mean yea, I'm a little disappointed he didn't make arrangements for mom. I can kind of understand why he'd hate me honestly. He invested so much in me and I couldn't do the same work he could. But I was able to take his place when he conveniently passed away. So I can't really speak ill of him. At least he was thinking of you.”
“Yea.” Lenna snorted. “I'll leave my wife and son to die. Then I'll stick my apartment between a slut and a personal slave who bends to my every whim.”
Keefer groaned. “You shouldn't be so hard on Holla. You two actually have a few things in common.”
Lenna raised an eyebrow. “Like?”
“Well.” Keefer pointed at Lenna's face. “You both have your lunos on all the time.”
“That's not too uncommon.” The overseer looked away from Keefer. “I assure you our abilities are vastly different. My lunos improves my thought processing. Holla probably has something that makes her look cuter.”
Keefer grinned at Lenna's strange explanation. “All I'm saying is that it might be a little too soon to start bad mouthing her. You could have other similarities. If dad was as conniving as you made him out to be, he might have some leverage on her as well.”
The overseer conceded with a sigh. “Maybe you're right. Awilix seems to possess it's own mysteries, and nothing is what it seems.”
“Holla said something like that too.”
Lenna raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yea, as an example of how unaware we can be sometimes, she told me the secret behind the credits of Sponge.”
Lenna raised her other eyebrow. “There's a secret?”
“Yea.” Keefer placed his hands on the table. “So you know how everyone thinks Holla played the roll of both characters? Well, you'll notice Master's name in the credits is spelled with an uppercase 'A' at the end. The reason for this is because Holla didn't play that character. It was actually her roommate, Hollie Anderson. So that's why... Why... Why are you smiling?”
“Did you try to confirm this story?”
“Well no. I mean, why would I? I had to prepare dinner and-”
Lenna stood up and walked into Keefer's bedroom. He'd have liked her to perhaps ask if she could use his computer, but he was also interested in what she was going to look for. The overseer took a seat in his computer chair and fired up the video of Sponge. She then skipped past the entire movie right to the credits.
-
Slave..............Holla
-
Master............Holla
-
Keefer was shocked. “Why would she lie to me about something like that? It was so easy to check.”
“But you didn't check it.” Lenna was almost laughing. “You see Keefer, it's not good enough to just have an observation. Intelligence is meaningless if it isn't backed up by facts. You'll never solve the mystery if you just take everyone's word for it. You need to find proof to give such statements credibility.” Lenna got up to leave. “We should do this again, only without the garbage sandwiches.”
Keefer was still awe struck by the revelation he had witnessed. But he was at least happy that Lenna seemed to enjoy their time together, even if it ended with a laugh at his expense. But he couldn't stay here much longer. it was getting near time to go to work. He snatched up his tool bag and walked out the front door. | I M P O S T O R ( L E N N A / H O L L A ) Female ● Twenty-Three ● Miner-Overseer / Fame Seeker
P E R S O N A L I T Y Lenna is serious, and can be very intense during a disagreement. Jokes and small talk tend to annoy her, as she prefers to only talk about the task at hand. In relaxed settings she can be more approachable, but most are put off by her abrasive nature. Those that can deal with her rough edges often find her a dependable, passionate person.
Holla on the other hand tends to be bubbly and takes little of anything very seriously. Her flirty, friendly nature makes her easy to get along with. She can seem like a bit of a spaz, and has a reputation for being an air head. But those that know her are aware neither of those are true.
A P P E A R A N C E Lenna likes to look business like, always in uniform, always with black curtain hair. This doesn't ever change, even when off the job site. You can feel her presence as a professional when she enters the room. This isn't to say she doesn't switch up her colors. Her favorite uniforms are white, grey, navy blue, and crimson. With an exception to white, Lenna tries to avoid wearing bright colors, and never wears black.
Holla on the other hand likes to look feminine and cute. That's what she'd tell you, but there are plenty of guys (and some girls) that find her outfits provocative as well. It isn't far from the truth to call her outfits costumes, as her clothes are typically inspired by maids, nurses, club wear, and the like. She also loves to accessorize. Holla also has long, golden hair that she styles differently each day.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y
Lenna was always the family favorite, which is why she was too damn proud. As the oldest daughter, she took over her parents family owned mining operation and became owner, manager, and overseer of the entire mobile operation. This happened after years of studying and putting time into her job. She ruled with an iron fist, suspending pay or firing people who couldn't keep up with her. But those that could enjoyed pay and safety that only Lenna's expertise could provide.
Not much is known about Holla's life on earth, but she was a huge internet sensation. She never worked with any official companies, but the world of mass media was flooded with her pictures and videos. She stared in some home made movies, and did singing as well. She never became famous in real life, but she was an internet sensation that spent a fair bit of time in the lime light.
Lenna's fame and Holla's charm were both things the people felt could be useful in a new world. while both received invitations, only one of them boarded the Noah. It's unclear who entered and what became of the other woman. What is known is that miraculously, both woman are now on Awilix.
Lenna has resumed her mining, but Holla has gone from becoming an internet sensation to a real celebrity. She's started appearing in holo magazines and rumored to appear in the first movie ever filmed on Awilix. The survival efforts aren't really focusing on the return of modern entertainment at this time, but Holla is still pushing strong for this. In her words: "The only way to return to the modern times is through entertainment! We will stop being survivors when we can sit down and enjoy stories about tantalizing woman, and the men who abduct or save them!"
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Impostor
» C A P A B I L I T I E SWhen active, She can alter her physical body to look like someone else. Specifically, she can grow out or shorten her hair, change her hair's color, skin tone, body shape, and apparent age. She cannot change the shape of her skeleton structure, sex, or change her mass.
» D R A W B A C K SHer eyes will always be lit up when she's using imposer. This can make people suspicious of her, and makes it almost impossible to take the form of certain people.
W E A P O N S As a miner, Lenna has access to lots of deconstructing tools, from mining tools to explosives. She seldom carries such tools on her person. However, the two tools she's most likely to carry are...
Vein Buster: This device isn't much bigger than a pistol, and acts like a caulk gun in it's operation. The Vein Buster rapidly pushes out an explosive gel. The gel formulation is fairly stable, and will only detonate when electricity is sent through it. Miners detonate the gel by inserting a microchip into the gel, and then commanding the chip to spark with a remote. The Vein Buster is also used by law enforcement to breech locked doors, and by assassins to set traps.
Pocket Pickax: As the name implies, it's a one-handed tool for chipping apart rocks. It works by shooting photon bullets designed to break up smaller rocks. while surprisingly accurate, the tool's bullets aren't very strong. This lower energy level is to ensure the tool lasts long enough to do it's job and not throw debris into the miner's face. while effective on harder substances, the bullets aren't as effective at breaking apart softer objects like human tissue. Getting shot with this feels a bit like getting punched by a bare knuckle boxer. Head shots have the potential to knock out people at close range, but often just daze tougher people.
Holla on the other hand is always in possession of a home made "pepper bomb" to ward off overzealous fans and lustful stalkers. The pepper bomb is actually made from a native plant called "Venus thorn." The red plant is ground up, mixed with distilled water, and then stored under pressure in a fogging canister. Venus thorn is poisonous, but non-lethal. Touching the poison on it's ground up flesh causes a severe yet momentary burning sensation by tricking the nerves into thinking they are on fire. As soon as the poison is absorbed into the body, the effect wears off. The effects seldom last longer than four or five seconds, but the pain makes it almost impossible to stand or handle tools properly. |
47,357 | 1,284 | 9 | 377 | 25,988 | Abigale made her way towards the farms, heading there as quickly as she could, she knew it would nevertheless take her a little while to get there. She shifted her thigns slightly to an easier way to carry it, and let her thoughts wander. No doubt she'd get there, and find that someone had forgotten everything needed to be tested. Foolishness, but it was something she couldn't disgrade. Humans were, ultimately, flawed beings. Even with their...adaptions, human nature tended to stay the same, and rarely changed. Or that was her view on it.
She glanced about her as she walked, finding the place both beautiful and strange. It was a wonder she would have liked to share with her family.That was a dangerous line of thinking, and yet she couldn't stop herself, reaching up to clasp the necklace around her neck, that held a small photo of them. Her little brother and sister wouldn't be so little anymore. She hoped her father was happy. Hoped that...she wasn't really missed. And hoped that one day, they might be here too. She refused to think on the possibility that they might be dead. It just wasn't possible for her.
She swallowed back tears, and worked on compsosing herself as she continued, reaching the farms, she glanced about. What they were doing here was extremely important, if they couldn't find a way to make plants grow here, and be sustenable, they would probably perish. Fresh food was so important to the body. Her own body healed naturally, thanks to her abilities, but that would wear her down. Fresh was necessariy for their survival here, and she hoped what happened wouldn't set them back. That would be devestating.
"Hello?" She called, making her voice loud and clear, as she tried to find out where the commotion was, and what she could do. Maybe if she found out what had happened, and how, she could help with the growth of the crops. It amazed her what were growing, jeez, was that tomato plants in the distance? the thought of a tomato sent her mouth salivating, and she hoped to god they were going to be healthy, but a part of her wondered if that was the cause of all this.
"I'm a doctor, someone wanted medical? Do I need my suit?" She called out again. | Abigale Matson
Female● 25 ● Doctor
P E R S O N A L I T Y Abigale is a bright, outgoing, energetic woman. She is overly curious, often getting herself into one form of trouble or another, but typically finds herway out of it with an excellent story. She is quite an empathetic person, often sitting for hours at a time with someone if they are distressed, generally making them feel better and indeed, Abigale would give you the shirt of her back if that was all she had to give. Generally insightful and wise beyond her years, Abigale is typically modest, and allows people to come to things in their own time, given a slight nudge every now and then.
A P P E A R A N C E Abigale stands at 5"7. she has long black hair, and grey eyes. Her skin is a light brown, neither causcasian nor dominican, it typically represents skin tanend by the sun. She typically wears her hair back in a pony tail, but also enjoys wearing it down. She typically wears pants and a shirt, anything that is loose in which she can move in, and is comfortable. She wears practical, comfortable shoes.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Born to a loving family, the first two years of Abigale's life were perfect. Her parents loved her, cared for her, and gave her a wonderful life. Yet a month after her second birthday, disaster struck. Her mother was killed, and her father was left to raise her. However, her father couldn't seem to stay in one place very long. They were always moving. When Abigale was five, they finally settled down, and Abigale, bright and curious, often tried to get her father to go out with a woman he seemed to like. She would often find ways for him to be around the woman, wanting her father to be happy.
At school, Abigale was bright, determined, and focused. She excelled, and by the time she was 16, she had graduated. She immediately began to study to become a doctor, by this time her father had married the woman she had often tried to get him to date, and she had two younger siblings that she doted on. Choosing a college close by, so she could often come back and stay with her family, Abigale did well in her studies, just graduating when she was approached for the Noah project. Abigale struggled with her decision, not wanting to leave her family, but ultimately it was her fathers will to give her a good life, that had made her choose to accept.
In her new life, Abigale mourns the loss of her family, of her young brother and sister, but more importantly of her father. For a long time, it had just been him and her. She had wanted to make him proud, and everything she did, it was for him. Abigale worked hard to establish a medical centre, and to provide valued care to those that needed it in their strange new world.
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S
Healing touch
» C A P A B I L I T I E SAbigale can restore others to their optimal health, curing any damanged organs, any wounds, broken bones, diseases and poisoning. However, she is unable to heal the dead, but can bring someone back from near death.
» D R A W B A C K SAbigale must have contact with someone to heal them, and can take time to heal the wounds. Her healing abilities are also painful to the recipient, and to herself, and she must be careful when healing not to damange herself, as the healing uses her own energy, as well as the patients, to heal.
W E A P O N S
The only weapon Abigale uses is a dagger, and merely for self-defense. She knows how to use it, but she doesn't like to |
47,358 | 1,284 | 10 | 1,700 | 2,623 | J A C K S O N J E N K I N S South West of Landing
"Jackson, we have an issue here."
Jackson stood up and stepped over the injured wasp pilot, climbing back into the cockpit seat of the hauler. His body landing in the seat with a solid thud from the exhaustion. Curiously he took a look at what his co-pilot was concerned about and analysed the display on the screen. One of the exterior cameras was showing the images of a man engaged in a fist fight of sorts with the mog'romps, flashes of lightning sparking across the landscape, small traces of visual interference in the electronics with every bolt.
"Oh crap!" Jackson voiced, cursing out loud. The duo had only been assigned to pick up a lone wasp pilot, not act as a rescue shuttle for a larger group of people. They didn't have the space left on the hauler to carry a fourth individual, especially with the collected load that they had stowed away. Jackson thumped his clenched fist on the dash, sending a rattle through the front cockpit.
"We have to call it in," the Bubbles expressed, knowing that there was little that they could do.
Jackson reached over and activated the long range communicators. His co-pilot was correct, it was a choice he wasn't proud of, but they were out of useful options and had to let the depot know of the situation, "This is Hauler Zero-Two-Five. We have an injured pilot aboard and will be returning to base for immediate medical help." He paused for a moment, giving a deep exhale in breath before continuing, "There is also a secondary person still on the ground and we are unable to assist them due to a pack of mog'romps in the area."
Re-entering into Hell's Kitchen was not on the agenda for Jackson; the man appreciated his body being in one piece. Even with his pistol he knew that he was no match for the animals. He neither had the accuracy or speed to win against them in a dual, and if he missed the crucial shot it could mean that all three would hone in on his location and decide that human would be a tasty, midday treat.
"Damned if we do, damned if we don't," Jackson muttered under his breath. "We ain't no hero's and if we don't get this one back soon enough we are gonna have to deal with a dead body."
"I hear ya," Bubbles replied as he listened in to the depot response through his headset. "Seems like our foreman is sending out a few wasps so he's gonna get help soon enough."
Jackson groaned. This was not the positive outcome that he was hoping for. | C E R R I D W E N L A N K E R F I E L D Female ● Thirty Three ● Electronic Engineer
P E R S O N A L I T Y Cerridwen is considered to be quite a smart individual, but due to the creation of her artificial body that title has since been upgraded to that of mad scientist. She can at times be cold, dominating, and even sadistic; a woman who is not afraid to push the rules and boundaries in applied science and her own survival. With this said her egotistical nature doesn't fully consume her every living breath. She does have a softer side that she tries to hide away, leaving people to wonder why she in fact entered into medical science.
A P P E A R A N C E The metallic, sea green body that Cerridwen uses is a construct of various alloys and synthetics making it both light weight and resilient to many of the natural elements. Her eyes glow a pale blue when she's active, and turn off when she's in sleep mode; even a robot needs to sleep. The body houses a variety of gadgets and tools that allow her to perform maintenance on equipment around her and the robot itself.
Cerridwen's actual appearance is quite sinister in comparison to her mechanical side. The woman has fair skin with long flowing, charcoal hair which frames a face that is pleasing to look at but intimidating at best. Her scowl is bordered by red lipstick most of the time and helps to trim the expensive choice of clothes that she prefers to wear.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Cerridwen knew from the moment she stepped onto the Noah II that her drop date onto Awilix would be a minimum of 2 years after the initial landing, a time frame that she believe she didn't deserve considering she was one of the engineering scientist who helped develop the Medical Bay and Cryogenic technology. Luck however did come to her in the form of her developed Lunos ability, a skill that allowed her to control a plethora of electronic devices at will.
During the 5 year voyage Cerridwen was able to partially break out of her induced coma, a process that allowed her to transfer her conscious the Noah II itself. Eventually through brute force and perseveration she was able to muster a selection of manufacturing machines in the Assembly Center and begin to construct a new form for her mind to enter and control.
One week after the Landing on Awilix a surprise drop pod was launched from the Noah, a pod that crashed into the nearest available landing zone. The workers around the site were confused and concerned at first considering that Noah hadn't informed them of such a delivery, however upon opening the container they soon discovered Cerridwen in her new, metallic body.
Currently she is working at one of the engineering firms, a division that specialises in the maintenance and operation of the machinery used to clear out the forest. It's a step down from her previous occupation but Cerridwen knows that once she is finally released Landing will soon come to know of her name.
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Technopathy
» C A P A B I L I T I E SA Lunos user with Technopathy is able to transfer their conscious into any electronic device with an inbuilt computer system. From there they are able to control the device to their own will, giving off the impression that the machine has a mind of it's own. They are able to do this by hopping from device to device, using any radio signals as a pathway to their end goal. Due to the distance from the Noah II to her robotic self Cerridwen has deployed a series of micro-satellites in order to keep a continual uplink to her original body.
» D R A W B A C K STechnopathy has some heavy conditions of use making it quite a taxing ability. Whenever the user places their conscious into a device their original body will become limp as it enters into a paralytic state. Any pain inflicted to the body will be felt by the conscious self and if the user's human body was to cease living then the conscious would immediately disappear from existence. Technopathy users are also susceptible to performance interference from radio jammers, voltage fluctuations, EMPs and magnetism.
W E A P O N S None |
47,359 | 1,284 | 11 | 356 | 1,322 | Keefer was working in the business district today. He had been helping build an office complex for a while now. The interior was complete enough that they could start putting windows in. At the same time, the exterior paneling would be put up by a different squad of carpenters. The carpentry profession hadn't changed much over the years. It was still largely people in hard hats with tool belts constructing something. The tools they used had come along way, but the job itself was more or less the same.
“Windows Jobe!” Keefer called out to his co-worker. “We're almost done now!” The windows were always an exiting step for Keefer, as it was usually his last job before a building was complete.
“Yea... Windows... Done...” Jobe was an unenthusiastic, slow, fat, slob, to be perfectly blunt. However, Keefer found Jobe's laid back nature made him easy to deal with. He wasn't a fast worker, but he did keep a level head in most situations. You could joke with him all day and never offend him. Jobe was holding a large window in place while Keefer calked around it. The caulk gun hummed as the motor pressed the adhesive into the window seam.
“You know back in the day, we'd need to nail this guy in after we glued it? Even wait for it to dry?” Keefer pulled his finger off the trigger and turned to his companion.
“Yea... Nail... Wait... Dry...”
“Haha!” Keefer slapped Jobe on the back. “I'm done. We just need to go do the next few floors now.”
Keefer was a bit more eager to get to the next floor than his companion was. By the time Keefer got to the staircase, Jobe had just finished turning around to walk away from the window. He would make it to the next floor in his own time. However, that didn't mean that '”this” carpenter had to wait for him.
The next floor was coming along nicely. There were two workers here already who had installed all the windows already. Well, most of them. One of the window pains laid on the ground in pieces. The two workers had already started shouting at each other.
“That's the third one!” The taller of the two shouted. He was alsow wider, and probably hit the gym on a daily basis. “I can't believe someone thought you'd actually be beneficial to the survival effort. I be you could fuck up a cup of coffee!”
The second man, smaller and scrawnier, was trembling. Not out of fear, but hatred. “Aren't you the one that glued his glove into the window seam? We'd be done already if you didn't screw that up!”
“You've got some nerve...”
This was bad. Someone was going to get hurt if the situation kept escalating. Keefer approached the disgruntled workers. He took a calming breath with each step.
“Guys.” Keefer lifted his hands up in the air. “ I realize we're all really exited to be-”
“Who the fuck are you?” The larger man baled his hands into fists.
The smaller man tipped his head let and right as he spoke.“Fuck fuck fuck, Is that the extent of your vocabulary? Maybe you should have stayed in school!”
“You want to fight?” The larger man's fists pulsed with energy. They were glowing cherry red, like heated metal.
“No, I want to kick your ass!” The shards of glass that were on the ground were listed into the air. They spun around the small man like electrons hovering around an atom. The two workers locked eyes with each other, both glowing gold with the power of their Lunos. But that glow didn't last forever. The gold in their eyes flickered and went out along with their powers. The larger man's arm's cooled and the glass fell back to the ground. There was also a sound, something akin to static. But they heard it with their minds instead of their ears.
“Enough!” Keefer's shout took both men by surprise. While both of them were without their powers, this man was still able to use his lunos. “Do the two of you have any idea how petty you sound?” Keefer was too annoyed to look directly at them. A sideways glance was all he offered for eye contact. Keefer pointed at the taller man “You are swearing your head off like a school bully, and YOU!” Keefer swung his hand over to the other. “...Are no better for trying to escalate the situation.” His hand fell to his side. “You're aware we are the only ones left, right? There's no earth anymore.” The glow in Keefer's eyes went out, and the noise in everyone's head went away. “There were only so many spots open on the Noah, and everyone who stayed behind sacrificed themselves for us passengers. Do you think they'd be happy if they were looking down on you two right now!?” Keefer's voice cracked at the end. It was hard for either of the men to stay mad after that. “Alright.” Keefer said with a sigh. “Do you guys need any help with this window?”
“N-no, we got it!”
“Yea, It's alright. I think we can adjust for our height differences now.”
Keefer nodded and turned away from the other carpenters. He slid his hand over his chest to feel his heart's pulse. Damn, even using dead cell for that short period of time had his heart rate up. It was hardly a health concern, but it took so long for it to return to normal. Keefer started to take deep, cleansing breaths in an attempt to calm down. In, and out. In, and out.
“The hell is going on here!?”
That voice did not belong to the other workers. Keefer turned around to meet his boss, Borr Larsson, face to face. There were only three things you needed to know about this man. First was that he was the overseer of construction in the city limits. Second was that he took his job very seriously. The last one was that he had a legendary temper and was known to get in your face like a drill sergeant.
“H-hello sir!” Keefer swallowed.
“You...” Borr pointed at Keefer with the claw of his hammer. “Did you activate your Lunos, effectively aborting my analytic view of the building?” Borr's ability was that he could look at an object with a sort of x-ray vision. He couldn't really “see” through things, but he could locate structural weaknesses, find faults in wires, and tell if a woman was pregnant or fat.
“They started it...”
Borr pulled back his arm and almost threw the hammer out a window, but instead slid it into his tool belt. He was visibly angry, and it took him a lot of effort to refrain from violence. “They were fighting again?”
“It was going to be a fight, yes. B-but you shouldn't blame them.”
“...If I'm going to blame anyone for anything, it's going to be YOU Keefer!” He threw his hands into the air. “Yea, it would be really bad if someone got hurt on the job, but not everyone can be as even keeled as Keefer and Jobe. Not every fight ends with a fatality, in fact, few ever do. Maybe the fighting would stop if someone got punched out.”
Keefer folded his arms. “You don't mean that.”
“I don't.” He placed a hand on his head. “I thought the range on that 'dead cell' of yours was pretty low.”
“You must have been standing directly above me.”
“Then it won't happen again?” Keefer didn't say anything. Borr groaned. “Alright, you're forgiven. Get those windows up so that we can move onto the next project.”
No more words were exchanged, the two men departed. | I M P O S T O R ( L E N N A / H O L L A ) Female ● Twenty-Three ● Miner-Overseer / Fame Seeker
P E R S O N A L I T Y Lenna is serious, and can be very intense during a disagreement. Jokes and small talk tend to annoy her, as she prefers to only talk about the task at hand. In relaxed settings she can be more approachable, but most are put off by her abrasive nature. Those that can deal with her rough edges often find her a dependable, passionate person.
Holla on the other hand tends to be bubbly and takes little of anything very seriously. Her flirty, friendly nature makes her easy to get along with. She can seem like a bit of a spaz, and has a reputation for being an air head. But those that know her are aware neither of those are true.
A P P E A R A N C E Lenna likes to look business like, always in uniform, always with black curtain hair. This doesn't ever change, even when off the job site. You can feel her presence as a professional when she enters the room. This isn't to say she doesn't switch up her colors. Her favorite uniforms are white, grey, navy blue, and crimson. With an exception to white, Lenna tries to avoid wearing bright colors, and never wears black.
Holla on the other hand likes to look feminine and cute. That's what she'd tell you, but there are plenty of guys (and some girls) that find her outfits provocative as well. It isn't far from the truth to call her outfits costumes, as her clothes are typically inspired by maids, nurses, club wear, and the like. She also loves to accessorize. Holla also has long, golden hair that she styles differently each day.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y
Lenna was always the family favorite, which is why she was too damn proud. As the oldest daughter, she took over her parents family owned mining operation and became owner, manager, and overseer of the entire mobile operation. This happened after years of studying and putting time into her job. She ruled with an iron fist, suspending pay or firing people who couldn't keep up with her. But those that could enjoyed pay and safety that only Lenna's expertise could provide.
Not much is known about Holla's life on earth, but she was a huge internet sensation. She never worked with any official companies, but the world of mass media was flooded with her pictures and videos. She stared in some home made movies, and did singing as well. She never became famous in real life, but she was an internet sensation that spent a fair bit of time in the lime light.
Lenna's fame and Holla's charm were both things the people felt could be useful in a new world. while both received invitations, only one of them boarded the Noah. It's unclear who entered and what became of the other woman. What is known is that miraculously, both woman are now on Awilix.
Lenna has resumed her mining, but Holla has gone from becoming an internet sensation to a real celebrity. She's started appearing in holo magazines and rumored to appear in the first movie ever filmed on Awilix. The survival efforts aren't really focusing on the return of modern entertainment at this time, but Holla is still pushing strong for this. In her words: "The only way to return to the modern times is through entertainment! We will stop being survivors when we can sit down and enjoy stories about tantalizing woman, and the men who abduct or save them!"
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Impostor
» C A P A B I L I T I E SWhen active, She can alter her physical body to look like someone else. Specifically, she can grow out or shorten her hair, change her hair's color, skin tone, body shape, and apparent age. She cannot change the shape of her skeleton structure, sex, or change her mass.
» D R A W B A C K SHer eyes will always be lit up when she's using imposer. This can make people suspicious of her, and makes it almost impossible to take the form of certain people.
W E A P O N S As a miner, Lenna has access to lots of deconstructing tools, from mining tools to explosives. She seldom carries such tools on her person. However, the two tools she's most likely to carry are...
Vein Buster: This device isn't much bigger than a pistol, and acts like a caulk gun in it's operation. The Vein Buster rapidly pushes out an explosive gel. The gel formulation is fairly stable, and will only detonate when electricity is sent through it. Miners detonate the gel by inserting a microchip into the gel, and then commanding the chip to spark with a remote. The Vein Buster is also used by law enforcement to breech locked doors, and by assassins to set traps.
Pocket Pickax: As the name implies, it's a one-handed tool for chipping apart rocks. It works by shooting photon bullets designed to break up smaller rocks. while surprisingly accurate, the tool's bullets aren't very strong. This lower energy level is to ensure the tool lasts long enough to do it's job and not throw debris into the miner's face. while effective on harder substances, the bullets aren't as effective at breaking apart softer objects like human tissue. Getting shot with this feels a bit like getting punched by a bare knuckle boxer. Head shots have the potential to knock out people at close range, but often just daze tougher people.
Holla on the other hand is always in possession of a home made "pepper bomb" to ward off overzealous fans and lustful stalkers. The pepper bomb is actually made from a native plant called "Venus thorn." The red plant is ground up, mixed with distilled water, and then stored under pressure in a fogging canister. Venus thorn is poisonous, but non-lethal. Touching the poison on it's ground up flesh causes a severe yet momentary burning sensation by tricking the nerves into thinking they are on fire. As soon as the poison is absorbed into the body, the effect wears off. The effects seldom last longer than four or five seconds, but the pain makes it almost impossible to stand or handle tools properly. |
47,360 | 1,284 | 12 | 2,353 | 72 | N I R K E T C H E R Sub-Level Three
Nir’s eyes focused on the information rapidly descending on the barely opaque screen before him, glowing faintly blue and humming softly. Not the machine, mind you, but himself. There was no tune, no rhythm to the sounds, just a casual, happy murmur of low noise to offset the droning of the air pumping units and the faint taps his fingers made as they sped across the glass-like panel, one holding an array of keys meant for a computer such as this. Avaline sat next to him, likely perusing other tasks she had to be about, or perhaps planning her week out. She was meticulous in that way, planning, arranging, organizing. She liked everything laid out before her, broken down into neat row and column punctuated with estimates on how long each task should take. She always accounted some extra time when visiting him. He didn’t mean to throw her plans out of array, yet, there was so much to do. So many problems to solve.
His lips turned down in a half frown, though it was more of a pursing of the lips as his eyes gazed above, and slightly through the screen before him. The plants, it always came back to the plants. Part of him wondered what would be left for him to do once he solved this problem—And he would solve it—but another part merely chuckled, there was always something to do. Always something that needed understanding. However, the wilting, dying plants grouped on the counters were dying, even those that seemed vibrantly alive. To him, they were suffering, their color a few shades paler, their perkiness just a bit off. It wasn’t as if he could feel their pain, perhaps not yet, but somehow he knew. The struggle was immense, he could ascertain that much when he encouraged them to grow with his Lunos. It was growing easier, with practise, but the plants did not want to take. It was as if somehow they knew this was wrong, that this was not their home, and they did not belong here. Almost as if they did not want to grow here, and now in light of that recent message… Nir was inclined to believe those feelings.
Avaline cleared her throat, noticing he had stopped. He shot her a bashful smiling, turning back to the computer, to the data, the forms. It was comforting, filling out section after section with prerequisite information. Not because it was ordered, or streamline, but because there was nothing left to figure out. Nothing too important, for the Ghost Leaf anyways. Yes, there were always the problems of cost and profit, distribution, growing, and things of that sort. There was Mr.Quan, who would no doubt press for increased, industrialized production and larger growing fields. But for Nir, he had delved the secrets of this plant, discovered not far from the border of the city, and he had solved it’s puzzle.
It was surprising, to find something so valuable to close. He didn’t yet trust himself to venture farther out, that’s what the scouts were for with their more useful Lunos abilities, for those that could control them better. Nir was a fledgling, one that had just barely started to grow it’s feathers. He was not yet ready to fly. His Lunos remained unreliable at times, and when he tried to force a change that was too unnatural, it became difficult. No, he would need more practise.
He finlized the production forms and sent them out, to other heads of other departments who would oversee them and likely fill out their own forms. Hopefully, it would be less than a day or two before he could show something from his work. It had been a pleasant distract while he tried to unlock the mysteries of the farming situation. A side project he had completed before the main task. Despite all of the inevitable waiting, on scouts to bring samples, for earth to be cleared, for plants to grow, it still sat wrong with him. Yes, Ghost Leaf was an achievement, his first, and hopefully there would be many more to come. He just felt as if he had failed so far, the rations wouldn’t last forever. If he couldn’t solve this problem, they would all die.
He stopped humming as his eyes fell on the stacks of papers Avaline had brought with her. Seeing that he had finally turned his attention towards her task, Avaline perked up and sat her tablet down. He waved her off, before she could speak. It was better to read, or at least scan what you were about to sign rather than have someone read it to you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Avaline, he was just the type of person to look up a word even if you’d told him the correct definition beforehand. Just to be sure.
Mostly, the papers revolved around the agricultural department, very little had to do with the biological facility he managed despite being the only actual member of staff there. Finance reports, clearing schedules, supply requisitions and budget expectations, and of course, some heavily worded requests from the businessmen up top. Though Mr.Quan was their primary funder, pushing the needs of Nir’s department in whatever management council they had established up there, there were some smaller donors. Advocates of science, those who looked towards the future of life on Awilix, they understood the need. That was another slight worry, once he solved this problem, would their support drop if not stop completely? Everything was a puzzle, and many things he did not have an answer to. That didn’t bother him.
He only worried about the plants.
Avaline was more than capable of running the department in his stead. To be honest, he hardly wanted the job in the first place, but somebody had to do it. Perhaps it was his lack of trust that he didn’t push the position on somebody else, someone who would devote more time and attention to it. Maybe he didn’t want to be ordered around, perhaps set on some useless task. Avaline was a good choice, there were some other bureaucratic folk he associated with on occasion that could fill the place. Yet, he didn’t give it up. He’d even been asked a few times if he would step down now that the others had their wits about them. He did not.
That was a mystery about himself, and that did bother him. Substantially so. A person should not be a mystery to himself.
"Hey buddy, got you your sample."
Nir gave a slight start of surprise. He had been so absorbed into the reports he hadn’t heard the door open. Jethro entered, indeed with the promised sample, causing Nir to smile slightly. He wasn’t sure why he liked the man so much. Perhaps it was his jubilant nature and attitude. For such a simple man, he was surprising down to earth. One could be fooled by that goofy grin of his, Nir had once looked into his eyes and known there was perhaps a bit more behind that smile. Maybe it was a kinship, Jeth didn’t seem to care much for the complexities around him, prefering the simplicities in his life. Nir felt the same yet, despite the complicated nature of the things he delved into. He didn’t much care for anything other than the plants and their problems, but he did have something they both cared about.
”Ahoy Jeth, Thanks for coming,” Nir said, finishing his signature with a flourish on the final page requiring his attention. He didn’t stand however, instead he motioned for Jethro to sit as Nir pulled unlocked a drawer off to his side. ”I know you’re a busy man, so I won’t keep you long—fields to plow and earth to turn and all that, but I’ve got something here for you and your boys. I actually just sent out the paperwork, so you should start seeing it hit the shelves in a couple of days. I did push for the price to be lower, I didn’t want the Leaf to be something for the higher class, ya’know?” Nir rambled, pulling out an inconspicuous bag.
Trapped between the clear, thin walls of the plastic was a substance that could have passed as a dried herb for spicing food, but the look in Jethro’s eyes said that he knew better. Nir unzipped the top, letting the scent waft out. It was pungent, permeating the air with the scent of bitter dried herb and mint. Nir took a pipe out next, ignoring the wrinkling of Avaline’s nose—likely in disgust—as he did so.
”Well..” Avaline began, pointedly. ”If you’ll just excuse me, I’ve been here far too long and should see these reports to their proper homes.”
Nir nodded, with a dismissal wave of his hand, causing Avaline to sniff in disapproval. He hadn’t meant to be rude, he was just occupied. He felt rather excited, hopefully his friend shared the same attitude. Jethro emptied his hands, setting his bongos on the floor and produced his pipe. In a moment Nir had both of them stuffed with the dried, blueish leaf, packed down to perfection. He took out a second bag of the drug, though it was larger than the first he had produced.
”This one’s for sharing Jeth, and I know you will. Don’t spread it around too much yet though, I’d hate to see you mugged,” Nir paused for a moment, looking at the man before him and let out a chuckle, ”Well, perhaps get into a scuffle then… would you like the honors?” Nir finished, producing a nonchalant silver flip lighter, a relic really, from an age past, and holding it out. | IMG URL K O N S T A N T I N V I N O G R A D O V Male ● Twenty Four ● Scout
P E R S O N A L I T Y Konstantin (or Kostia) is a stubborn and determined young man, who sees anything other than achieving his goals as a failure. If anyone tries to stop him, Kostia is prone to violent outbursts, although these are more often than not followed by guilt and repeated apologies once he calms down. Having lived all his life with the thought that he will most likely die soon after his 19th birthday has left him searching for purpose on this new planet, as he never thought he would live to see Awilix. This causes Konstantin a fair bit of anxiety.
Being young and having little experience, it is no surprise that Konstantin's worldview is somewhat naive, with a lot of black and white and too few shades of gray. This is why he approaches new acquaintances with openness and energy, but might also judge them too quickly and make enemies where others would just let sleeping dogs lie. Believing most people to be good, he is quick to strike up conversation and might annoy those less passionate about the great weather we're having.
A P P E A R A N C E Konstantin is a young man with an unimpressive physique. While he stands at a fairly average 178 cm, his body has very little in the way of fat or muscle, giving a sinewy, even malnourished look. This is even more pronounced by his almost ghost-white skin colour. Konstanin's face is elongated and just as thin as the rest of him, with very prominent cheekbones and chin, but a small and round nose, which sits awkwardly out of place in all the jagged edges of his profile. His hair is medium length, which he refuses to part in any way, leading to a lot of hair in eyes (which are a warm brown colour) situations. While originaly dark blonde, the stress of cryosleep has given his hair a grayish-yellow colour.
Aside from his work clothes, Konstantin's wardrobe consists of fairly simple apparel - jeans, t-shirts, jumpers, sweaters. Aside from a few pieces of clothing, most are pretty drab - shades of gray, brown, white and black.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Before boarding the Noah II, Konstantin was a young man with little direction in his life. He finished school, but had no time nor desire to study anything which might increase his chances of going into space. He dreamed of getting a degree, becoming a teacher and settling down somewhere in the suburbs like in those old shows. Of course, with the impact of Lunosity's Comet just a few months away, his dream sounded about as useful as spending his last few months on the couch at his parents' house watching TV. Which he briefly considered as a sort of plan B, although it did not take him more than a day to discard such defeatist thoughts. He was just beginning the best part of his life and he would figure out a way to get on that vessel or face orbital annihilation knowing he did all he could.
The problem was that all of the people to continue humanity's journey were already picked and being prepared for the journey. The solution came unexpectedly - Konstantin won the lottery of a lifetime. His prize? A place among those chosen to board the Noah II. Even with advanced medicine, young people died all the time - car accidents, muggings gone sour, heck, even suicides, as grim as the reality might be. So with 100 million passengers, naturally quite a few never made it to the Noah. This, of course, presented an opportunity to those doomed to see the Earth's destruction from the planet's surface. A lot of these free spaces were handed out to the highest bidder or to the next person of the list of scientists and engineers that would be needed on the new planet. Some, however, went into public "lotteries". You did not have to buy a ticket to participate, a person was drawn at random from all inhabitants. And Konstantin got his ticket just three weeks before launch. So he said a quick goodbye to his parents and the few friends he had that were not also coming and boarded the Noah II.
His awakening from cryosleep was rough and his first days on Awilix even rougher. On Earth, he did not know what he wanted to do, but at least he had a choice. Here he was assigned to a scouting party and tasked with examining a part of the planet just south of Landing. And that was it. Being productive was nice, but he felt like he could be so much more than just a scout.
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S High Voltage
» C A P A B I L I T I E SKonstantin's body can generate electricity, which he can distribute and discharge through any part of his body. This can be used to shock wildlife as well as humans, power-up electronics or fry them. The amount he can generate varies with physical condition, but it is never more than to stun an adult human for a few minutes.
» D R A W B A C K SHis powers use up a large amount of energy, meaning he has to eat a lot between uses to replenish it. Discharging a large amount all at once or using it several times without rest puts Konstantin at risk of passing out.
W E A P O N S None |
47,361 | 1,284 | 13 | 1,700 | 2,623 | Just one more minute. Then another one. And then it will all be over. Konstantin thought to himself, choking slightly on the meaning of the word over. He wanted it to mean "These beasts will be scared away or killed and I will be safe", but in the dark recesses of his mind another interpretation tried desperately to be heard - "Your life will be all over". The young man tried to push it away as far as he could and was mostly successful, although it was less due to his will and control over his thoughts than due to the insane concentrations of adrenaline filling his body. The confrontation was man vs. beast, but in a situation like this the man was often reminded that he too, was a beast. The rational mind was given a strict order to sit down and be quiet while the instinctual sorted this out.
The shocked mog'romp was finally coming back to its senses, shaking off the last remnants of the daze it had been experiencing. It crawled behind Kostia, forcing him to turn and back up towards the wreckage of the Wasp. The alpha grunted sternly and the other mog'romp quickly leapt towards the rubble, cutting off the prey's possible escape. He was completely trapped and needed the cavalry - fast. But for some reason, they would not come. He knew even without looking up that the Hauler crew, for one reason or another, were not coming to perform the daring rescue he had expected. Had they not seen him? No, surely the pilot was competent enough to notice three huge predators corralling a man who was shooting sparks out of his body. Were they afraid? He saw with his own eyes how one of the crew made such a daring escape carrying an injured man. Maybe that was all the courage he had then. The scout made a mental note to have a few words with the Hauler crew, if he ever figured out who they were. And also if he survived. Dying would really hinder his efforts to yell at people for not saving his life.
No more than a minute could have passed since the third beast came to its senses when Kostia noticed the ring around him start tightening. He turned frantically from one animal to the other, trying to look as threatening as possible (which did not come easily given they were each at least double his weight). He hatched a desperate plan. Maybe he could get past one of them and get to the wreckage. That would give him at least some advantage, maybe two or three minutes more if he found a suitable crevasse where the monsters could not reach easily. He turned towards the alpha, taking a step forwards as if ready to fight. The animal lowered its head and growled, seemingly a little insulted at the feistiness of this little morsel. Then, as if frightened by this display, Konstantin made a sharp turn towards the one guarding the downed Wasp and made a run for it. The animal raised its head in shock for a second, before returning to a position of preparation. When the prey got within the right distance, it made a leap.
The man saw huge, yellowed teeth, covered in saliva, coming in at him fast and just dying to get a taste of his flesh. He reacted just in time to veer right and rolled on the ground to avoid the bulk of the animal knocking him over. He got up as quick as he could, but the more agile beast was already at his position, swiping with a paw. For some reason, Konstantin envisioned himself as a hedgehog, spines perked up to scare away a predator. His body interpreted that as a signal to let the voltage it had stored loose. The claws made contact with his right breast and right as they ripped through the fabric of his clothes and schredded the skin and muscle beneath, the mog'romp got a very nasty discharge. The beast fell flat to the ground, temporarily paralyzed, while his opponent stumbled backwards, clutching at his chest. He could see the blood flowing quite clearly, but surprisingly, he felt barely any pain. His body was in full fight or flight mode and pain inhibited both of these options. He quickly gathered himself and once again made a run for the wreckage. Luckily, the mog'romp closest to him froze for a few seconds, possibly reliving the very recent memories that its packmate now had to experience firsthand as well. It took a step back and watched the injured prey with caution, not daring to approach.
The alpha looked at its pathetic excuse of a pack, snarled annoyedly and began making great strides towards the prey. It could see the man was weakened now and would surrender sooner rather than later. To Konstantin's credit though, he had no intention of surrendering. He continued as best as he could, pressing his bleeding chest with his left arm, but he could feel something was wrong. He was losing charge slowly but noticeably enough and his breathing got heavier and heavier. With about ten meters left to go, he turned around to see yet another, larger set of teeth flying at him. He ducked instinctively and tried to cover his head with his arms, but was too slow on both actions. He had managed to lower himself a little bit to avoid the teeth, but a mass of muscle, fur and hatred bashed into him at full speed, knocking the wind out of his lungs and throwing the young scout towards the wreckage he had so desperately tried to reach. The same wreckage also stopped his flight, knocking the lights out of his eyes, too.
The next few minuted were a mixture of consciousness and unconsciousness for Konstantin. His vision was blurry - when it was there at all - and he sometimes managed to put together the situation he was in and that he would be ripped apart by hungry beasts any second now. He heard some noises, but not the ones he had expected. It sounded like a gun being fired, but mog'romp did not use guns. And then he slipped back into unconsciousness for some time, but a familiar voice brought him back. "ours... was... out... happened... Lunos... thanks..." his mind only registered a few words. Mark... Kostia recognized the owner of the voice in a moment of lucidity. He tried to raise his head to look at what was happening, but that was too hard of a task. Is this what dying feels like. Ah, fuck it! He stopped fighting and passed out.
***
"One of ours, yeah. Don't know what he was doing out here, I just happened upon him while collecting samples," Mark explained to the Wasp pilot. Other pilots were rushing into the scene with an emergency kit.
"Well good to know someone's competent in your team. We'll take him back to the City and throw him into one of those vats, should fix him up in a few hours. Nice aim, by the way," the pilot pointed to the corpse of the mog'romp laying nearby, its head with two holes that were not there originally.
"Yeah, it's my Lunos. Thanks for taking care of him, I don't know if I could have dragged him to the camp in time," Mark responded grimly. Kostia, you fucking idiot... he added mentally. | C E R R I D W E N L A N K E R F I E L D Female ● Thirty Three ● Electronic Engineer
P E R S O N A L I T Y Cerridwen is considered to be quite a smart individual, but due to the creation of her artificial body that title has since been upgraded to that of mad scientist. She can at times be cold, dominating, and even sadistic; a woman who is not afraid to push the rules and boundaries in applied science and her own survival. With this said her egotistical nature doesn't fully consume her every living breath. She does have a softer side that she tries to hide away, leaving people to wonder why she in fact entered into medical science.
A P P E A R A N C E The metallic, sea green body that Cerridwen uses is a construct of various alloys and synthetics making it both light weight and resilient to many of the natural elements. Her eyes glow a pale blue when she's active, and turn off when she's in sleep mode; even a robot needs to sleep. The body houses a variety of gadgets and tools that allow her to perform maintenance on equipment around her and the robot itself.
Cerridwen's actual appearance is quite sinister in comparison to her mechanical side. The woman has fair skin with long flowing, charcoal hair which frames a face that is pleasing to look at but intimidating at best. Her scowl is bordered by red lipstick most of the time and helps to trim the expensive choice of clothes that she prefers to wear.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Cerridwen knew from the moment she stepped onto the Noah II that her drop date onto Awilix would be a minimum of 2 years after the initial landing, a time frame that she believe she didn't deserve considering she was one of the engineering scientist who helped develop the Medical Bay and Cryogenic technology. Luck however did come to her in the form of her developed Lunos ability, a skill that allowed her to control a plethora of electronic devices at will.
During the 5 year voyage Cerridwen was able to partially break out of her induced coma, a process that allowed her to transfer her conscious the Noah II itself. Eventually through brute force and perseveration she was able to muster a selection of manufacturing machines in the Assembly Center and begin to construct a new form for her mind to enter and control.
One week after the Landing on Awilix a surprise drop pod was launched from the Noah, a pod that crashed into the nearest available landing zone. The workers around the site were confused and concerned at first considering that Noah hadn't informed them of such a delivery, however upon opening the container they soon discovered Cerridwen in her new, metallic body.
Currently she is working at one of the engineering firms, a division that specialises in the maintenance and operation of the machinery used to clear out the forest. It's a step down from her previous occupation but Cerridwen knows that once she is finally released Landing will soon come to know of her name.
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Technopathy
» C A P A B I L I T I E SA Lunos user with Technopathy is able to transfer their conscious into any electronic device with an inbuilt computer system. From there they are able to control the device to their own will, giving off the impression that the machine has a mind of it's own. They are able to do this by hopping from device to device, using any radio signals as a pathway to their end goal. Due to the distance from the Noah II to her robotic self Cerridwen has deployed a series of micro-satellites in order to keep a continual uplink to her original body.
» D R A W B A C K STechnopathy has some heavy conditions of use making it quite a taxing ability. Whenever the user places their conscious into a device their original body will become limp as it enters into a paralytic state. Any pain inflicted to the body will be felt by the conscious self and if the user's human body was to cease living then the conscious would immediately disappear from existence. Technopathy users are also susceptible to performance interference from radio jammers, voltage fluctuations, EMPs and magnetism.
W E A P O N S None |
47,362 | 1,284 | 14 | 377 | 25,988 | There were many things Abigale knew that she shouldn't be risky in. This was probably one of them. But she couldn't help her own curiosity, and so when there was no one there to hear her, Abigale started forwards towards the tomato plants. At the very least if something hadn't happened there she could see the tomato's close, and dream of a sandwich with one. Or just a whole tomato by itself. God, she never thought she'd be so deserpate for one, and had to wonder if there was a time when she had despised them. Had she just been...picky? She thought on that as she walked, getting lost in her own thoughts, Abigale closed the distance to the tomato plants.
It soon became clear that the area was blocked off, and Abigale's heart sank. Looks like they wouldn't be having tomato anything. It seemed like a sinking hope, that they'd ever grow anything edible. That wouldn't, of course, kill them. Saddened by that notion, Abigale wondered if she would end up dying slowly of starvations, perhaps the last person alive with her healing abilities. It was a daunting thought, and Abigale paused a moment, wondering if she had signed her death coming here. She drew in a slow breath, and then let it out, weary of the heavy thoughts that she just couldn't seem to banish. Perhaps if there was a little bit of hope...
Abigale continued forward, staring at the plants with grief. So beautiful. And apparently so deadly. Abigale shifted, taking out some gloves, she put them on, and crouched the take a sample of the dirt. Often, in medical investigations, you had to test a lot of things, to limit the cause of illness, or death. She slipped the sample in her bag, and continued on her way, knowing that there were probably others who could do the testing, yet in something serious like this, Abigale wanted her own results.
Seeing the body, Abigale gave a sigh, and she didn't need to be a cop to know the murder weapon was the tomato. She glanced about to see if anyone had noticed her approach, or if there was anyone around who had been watching her. Perhaps she should have done that first, but she had let herself get distracted by the puzzle. She flushed at herself, and cleared her throat. | Abigale Matson
Female● 25 ● Doctor
P E R S O N A L I T Y Abigale is a bright, outgoing, energetic woman. She is overly curious, often getting herself into one form of trouble or another, but typically finds herway out of it with an excellent story. She is quite an empathetic person, often sitting for hours at a time with someone if they are distressed, generally making them feel better and indeed, Abigale would give you the shirt of her back if that was all she had to give. Generally insightful and wise beyond her years, Abigale is typically modest, and allows people to come to things in their own time, given a slight nudge every now and then.
A P P E A R A N C E Abigale stands at 5"7. she has long black hair, and grey eyes. Her skin is a light brown, neither causcasian nor dominican, it typically represents skin tanend by the sun. She typically wears her hair back in a pony tail, but also enjoys wearing it down. She typically wears pants and a shirt, anything that is loose in which she can move in, and is comfortable. She wears practical, comfortable shoes.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Born to a loving family, the first two years of Abigale's life were perfect. Her parents loved her, cared for her, and gave her a wonderful life. Yet a month after her second birthday, disaster struck. Her mother was killed, and her father was left to raise her. However, her father couldn't seem to stay in one place very long. They were always moving. When Abigale was five, they finally settled down, and Abigale, bright and curious, often tried to get her father to go out with a woman he seemed to like. She would often find ways for him to be around the woman, wanting her father to be happy.
At school, Abigale was bright, determined, and focused. She excelled, and by the time she was 16, she had graduated. She immediately began to study to become a doctor, by this time her father had married the woman she had often tried to get him to date, and she had two younger siblings that she doted on. Choosing a college close by, so she could often come back and stay with her family, Abigale did well in her studies, just graduating when she was approached for the Noah project. Abigale struggled with her decision, not wanting to leave her family, but ultimately it was her fathers will to give her a good life, that had made her choose to accept.
In her new life, Abigale mourns the loss of her family, of her young brother and sister, but more importantly of her father. For a long time, it had just been him and her. She had wanted to make him proud, and everything she did, it was for him. Abigale worked hard to establish a medical centre, and to provide valued care to those that needed it in their strange new world.
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S
Healing touch
» C A P A B I L I T I E SAbigale can restore others to their optimal health, curing any damanged organs, any wounds, broken bones, diseases and poisoning. However, she is unable to heal the dead, but can bring someone back from near death.
» D R A W B A C K SAbigale must have contact with someone to heal them, and can take time to heal the wounds. Her healing abilities are also painful to the recipient, and to herself, and she must be careful when healing not to damange herself, as the healing uses her own energy, as well as the patients, to heal.
W E A P O N S
The only weapon Abigale uses is a dagger, and merely for self-defense. She knows how to use it, but she doesn't like to |
47,363 | 1,284 | 15 | 124 | 215 | Patty had been preoccupied with making sure the area had been made as secure as possible once Jeth had taken off. I swear, if Jeth wasn't around, I would have gone insane a long time ago. My sons still being up there in that temporary slumber. Missing them is the least of the feelings I have right now.
Being ripped out of her day dream she heard the good doctor holler from down the way. She told a couple of the farm hands still around to do their best at making sure no unnecessary people came around. "Doc! Hey Doc!" she shouted while jogging up to her. "I am terribly sorry for keeping you waiting in this...tragic scene here. I was the one who contacted for medical so if you need anything from me please feel free to ask."
Patty was once again brought back to the body of Reggie. His throat non existent, jaw finally starting to stop eroding away, it looked like something out of one of them gore films. Just a week ago he had been giving her hell over the music she and Jethro made. Now it would seem a tragic turn of fate took away his ability to bring music to the world. Reggie wasn't musically inclined but most of the hell he brought to them was to make them better. He knew the two of them loved music because they were simple people. She wasn't as simple as Jeth but music helped calm her nerves. Kids up in the final frontier sleeping still, every day was a mystery, to continue was a familiar hobby kept her feet planted on this planet.
Stifling some tears, "His name was Reggie, Doc. I don't know what you can take from this scene, but I am willing to help anyway I can."
Across the world Jethro was being put into an entirely different situation. Avaline had just brushed passed him on her way out. Tipping his head to her as she left it didn't seem to warrant any acknowledgment from her. He shrugged it off and headed inside. Nir on the other had was a treat in himself. Jeth loved the guy because he was one of the smart ones. The knowledge adventure he dove down seemed to have no end from his eyes. Whenever Jeth got to come by it seemed as though Nir was working on something new in the lab. This sort of passion in a job always inspired Jeth and brought the best out in him.
However, his mind was thrown for a loop after Nir had explained to him that the new Ghost leaf was good for smoking. Hot damn this day is returned slowly to a neutral state. I will need some time to really give Reggie his proper send off but this will be a smoke for him. Am I being selfish pushing for this at a time like this? No, Nir doesn't need to get brought down needlessly. He is to important a scientist to have his mind distracted. Sure the ending of a life is as important as it gets. With that being said, Patty and I will have it covered.
"Boy oh boy, the famous ghost leaf!" he announced as he graciously grabbed the pipe from Nir. "I would be more than honored to smoke this." Striking a match in his pocket he drew in the smoke from the pipe. Mint overtook his mouth that brought him back to his dipping days. Throwing in a pinch of Copenhagen Mint and letting it sit there used to be a part of his daily routine on the farm. Since leaving, and dip being a thing of the past, his mind raced with new opportunities to enjoy the Leaf. As he exhaled a bluish smoke rose into the air. "Look at that Nir! That is mighty pretty. Can you think about the possibilities with this leaf? Cigar rolling, chopping it up to dip, you can really get a good industry going for us workers out in the fields!" He leaned over, brought his bongos in between his legs, and started beating away on them. Just a nice soft tone to keep the mood calm. | Jethro CarowayMale ● Thirty ● Farmer
P E R S O N A L I T Y Flip open a dictionary and look for soft spoken, easy going, and humble. You will be happy to know that they will be easy reads because all you will see is Jethro Caloway. His outdoorsy nature helped him out with this because he didn't waste much time inside using technology to further is philosophy on things. One thing has always resonate with him and that is: help when you can, respect others as need be, and smile often. Always a hard worker and has zero problems getting his hands dirty with projects.
A P P E A R A N C E -Caucasian
-6'0
-Has a lean muscle body structure from working outdoors his whole life
-Very light brown hair and always seems to have beard stubble
-His favorite wicker hat
-Dark brown and light green scarf around his neck he uses as a mask if necessary.
-Normally in a tan, cloth vest with light green trim around the edges, burlap pants tucked into dark brown, leather farmers boots
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Born and raised 10 miles outside of Round rock, Texas and all he ever knew was the farming life. Years he spent attempting to take over the family farm before the news that Earth had a time limit much within reach than he expect. However, he knew that the life he dedicated himself too would prove useful in the new world. His parents, thankfully, passed before the impact who occur. Jethro had taken over the family farm up until he was 25. Schooling would be difficult with such a task that he felt inclined to attend too. Dodging child services and such for years may not have been smart of him but the farm was all he knew.
In his off time all he had were his bongos and the farm to his name. When the word of the NOAH II began to spread around his community, he was lucky enough to be one of the farms personnel of the project visited. They vetted him and made sure he would be a qualified candidate for the farmer's being sent out with the ship. Thankfully he passed the arduous process. However, even though he knew it would mean leaving his families farm he knew it would lead to his bloodlines survival. With the collection of his bongos and few keepsakes of the farm he would be off in no time. His next destination was always mentioned to him but all he could think about was his farming skills. Keeping himself in check so that he didn't fall behind for anyone once they reached their new "home".
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Geokinesis
» C A P A B I L I T I E SUser can shape and manipulate earth and "Earthen" elements including most solid objects, specifically all minerals and mineral compositions regardless of their state (mountain, boulder, sand or dust), dirt, soil, etc. At his current state, when it comes to adjusting the grounds composition, he can only adjust the fertility of the ground to be more suitable for flora.
» D R A W B A C K SAn obvious radius had been observed by Jethro upon using his ability. Where he stands he can only manipulate the earth within a 5 meter bubble. However, if he concentrates in one direction he can mold his surroundings up to 10 meters with a width of 1 meter.
W E A P O N S Only thing he keeps with him is his lucky farming tools. He has his families pitchfork which has been handed down for generations. |
47,364 | 1,284 | 16 | 356 | 1,322 | To most workers, an overseer is nothing more than a glorified office drone. They just sit in front of a computer terminal and write the occasional report to upper management. When they aren't writing, they're probably scolding the people who actually do work. If none of those, they are probably playing video games or watching porn. The real overseers know that's not the case, and none more so than Lenna.
Lenna had many more responsibilities than just shouting at workers and writing up reports. She had to make sure safety guidelines were being followed. She had to manage resource use, and balance production with maintenance. And of course, her shouting had to be productive. There was no point in making a miner or mechanic nervous if it slowed them down. Thankfully, Lenna had shaped up her crew so that they were fairly maintenance free. But it seemed like her crew expanded every week, giving her new hands to train. At the moment she was responsible for about fifty different people. All people she had to keep safe, yet also working quickly enough to create desirable results.
Lenna spent most of her time on the overseer's bridge, where she stood now. The overseer was surrounded by her entire crew, all lined up on consoles in a circle. Most of the mining equipment could be run remotely, and it was easier for the overseer to keep tabs on everyone if they were in close proximity to each other. Lenna walked behind the miners, glancing at their displays and listening for potential problems.
A miner looked to his coworker. “Hey Josh, I need a collector over here.”
“Just dumped a load, I'm headed right for ya!” The coworker didn't look away from his screen.
A mechanic whistled loud enough to catch everyone's attention. “I just finished lunch, so if you need a battery swap or a tune up, I'll be in the maintenance bay. Don't make me go onto the field to fix your wreck!”
Lenna had a clip board tucked between her palm and arm. Despite the name, it was just a PDA that you could use with a stylus. The technology improved, but the name stuck. A second didn't go by where she wasn't changing screens, checking off objectives, or just writing notes. Her new batch of workers were quite reliable and didn't need much supervision.
The only exception to this was Rose, a brat who lacked the discipline for the job. She wouldn't be so infuriating if she was just bad. Rose had no real desire to work. She treated her mining drone like it was a game, and seemed more interested in the social network on her PDA then working with the people around her. But if she really didn't care about them, why wear such noisy, distracting outfit? Thankfully, Lenna had found a relatively simple way to keep tabs on her: Just look at her social media feeds.
Rosey78: dAy 3: stl no pritE stones D :
Rosey78: pritE suR d miner NXT 2 me iz checking me out. goin 2 kick Hs (_!_) l8r. <3
Rosey78: Thinking bout ramming my co worker's mining drone. dey won't knO wot hit dem. LoLz!
Lenna hastened her steps until she was behind the brat's seat. The overseer grabbed the top of the chair and spun it around so that Rose was facing her. Only rose was still facing her PDA, texting with one hand while holding her head up with the other.
“What are you doing?”
Rose didn't look up from her tablet. “I'm practicing new ways to have fun.”
“Like damaging the company's property?”
Rose blew a raspberry and rolled her eyes. “Nah, nobody wants to play with me.” She looked up from her PDA. “But I figured you were using social media to keep tabs on me. You just thwarted my plans too quickly. So I thought it might be fun to just write nonsense and see how you reacted to it.” Rose smiled. “It's interesting, you find property damage a more pressing concern than sexual harassment.”
“Well...” Lenna eyes shifted down to Rose's chest. She was wearing coveralls, but had left the front of her suit open all the way to her belly button. This exposed her black netted bra. “...Maybe we wouldn't have to worry about 'sexual harassment' if we finished getting dressed in the morning.”
Rose snorted. “This job is so boring!” she slammed her fists into the arm wrests on her chair. “I'm so glad I only have to work a six hour shift. I'm a fashion designer, why do I have to muck around with the lot of you?”
“We're trying to establish a civilization.” Lenna folded her arms, tucking her clip board under her shoulder. “There won't be a large demand for vanity until we get a little better established.”
“Tell that to Holla! She's going to start in her own movie pretty soon.”
Lenna smirked and closed her eyes. There was still a faint glow behind her eyelids. “I assure you even she is doing unpleasant work right now.”
“Nuh-uh!” Rose held out her PDA. “Just look at her social feed! She never says anything about shit like this!”
Lenna's eyes opened back up, and her smirk vanished. “She's going to be a movie star. If she complained publicly about it, people would lose respect for her.”
“Whatever.” Rose spun around in her seat and placed her hands over the command console. Holographic joysticks appeared in her hands. “I bet Holla would go crazy doing this job.” She squeezed the trigger, causing her drone to fire plasma shots at a wall of rock. “Honestly, there's no skill at all, you just shoot the walls and wait for a collector to clean up after you.”
“There's plenty of skill.” Lenna unfolded her arms. “It just appears simple because you're not trying to be productive.”
“Productive rock smashing...” Rose chuckled. “You've been doing this for a month, did you find anything interesting?”
“We found traces of metals that are very close to the ones on earth. Even though you don't see anything, all of that rock contains ore that we can use.”
“I don't know overseer, this is all making me very sleepy.” A few seconds later, Rose started to mock snore and leaned her body to the right. This caused the mining drone to spin and scatter its plasma shots all over the place. Some of them were even hitting the ceiling, which could potentially cause a cave in on millions of credits worth of mining equipment. The drones were just too heavy to recover in the event of a cave in. Lenna dove in beside rose and struggled with the controls, but the brat did everything in her power to ensure her miner was shooting erratically. Lenna took the back of her hand and flung it into Rose's face, flattening her nose. She followed through with her strike, causing rose and her chair to fall over. The head rest kept Rose's head off the floor, but it was still a pretty bad tumble. The teenager's hands quivered from the shock. She reached for her face to feel her nose, smearing the blood around as she did so. “I-It's broken!” Was all Rose was able to reply with. A few of the miners had been watching Lenna's meeting with Rose, but the recent commotion had drawn everyone's attention to the fiasco. But Lenna was unaware of all that, or maybe she just didn't care. Her eyes were trained on Rose's console monitor. Her miner was looking directly at a blue glow. There was something shining so brilliantly it could be seen through the rocks that surrounded it.
“Evacuate the mines.” Lenna didn't look away from the screen. “I want one collector and a precision drone to come to Rose's miner. Everyone else is to leave the mine and dock with the bridge.” The other miners knew better than to question their overseer. But not Rose. Despite her injury, even she was able to appreciate what she was seeing.
“W-what are we looking at?” The shock was starting to subside.
“It's unknown.” Lenna placed her hands on the edge of the console, still not looking away from the screen. “You might have discovered a new substance.”
“M-me?” Rose set her chair back up and sat in it, though she stayed outside of Lenna's reach. “Does that mean I get to name it?”
“If it is a new substance, you can name it whatever you like.”
Despite having her nose broken, she smiled and powered up her PDA to tell everyone the good news.
Meanwhile, a single collector and a special precision mining drone appeared on screen. The precision miner had a smaller photon bullet that made it ideal for chipping away rock without damaging ajacent structures. It could also use a traditional drill for low heat, low impact applications.
“Time isn't a concern, we're ahead of schedule. Whatever it is, it could be unstable.”
The precision operator began the delicate operation of cleaning the rock away from the mystery object. Everyone's sense of wonder grew as the glow was slowly unearthed. Before long, a glowing blue fluid poured out of the hole.
“So it's not ore.” Lenna waved her hand at the screen. “Build a make shift bucket out of rock, fill it, and stow it on the collector. Then evacuate the last of the mining equipment.” Lenna turned away from the monitor and marched towards the hatch. “I'm going in on foot. Have the mechanics begin routine maintenance. I'll be back in a few minutes.”
Rose turned to Lenna. “But what are you doing?”
“You'll see.” Was all Lenna said before disappearing out of the hatch.
…
After a few minutes, the overseer had come back. Rose was a little surprised by her quick return. “So what did you do?”
Lenna drew her vein buster. “I shot an entire tube of explosives near the glowing liquid that remained. There's a lot of it.”
“Because?”
“Do you need to ask?”
Rose was in too much pain to react strongly to anything. “Didn't you collect a sample for some scientists to examine?”
“I did.” Lenna's thumb moved over a button on top of the vein buster. “But all of the scientists are focusing on food at the moment. It could be weeks or months before they even decided to look at the sample I've collected. Hell, the sample might even spoil before anyone gets a chance to look at it. I can't wait that long to see how volatile this is. I have a crew to run, and I refuse to mine around something without knowing how volatile it is.” There was no objections from anyone, there wasn't time for them. Lenna's thumb mashed the button on top of the Vein buster. The “boom” following the button press was a lot bigger than it should have been, and the following quake was enough to throw the overseer onto her back.
A monitor hooked up to an exterior camera showed blue flames erupting out of every cave leading into the mine. Boulders rolled down the side of the mountain, and the cave entrances were hidden behind a veil of dust. It would be several minutes before things settled. “Well” Lenna said while standing back up. “Bad new is that we probably have to dig those passages out again. Good news is that we still have access to all of our equipment, and we might have just discovered a possible fuel source on this planet.”
Rose had managed to stay in her seat. “Okay, so it's highly volatile?”
Lenna looked at the outside video feed. “It would appear so.”
“In that case, I'm going to name it Lenna-lolium.” | I M P O S T O R ( L E N N A / H O L L A ) Female ● Twenty-Three ● Miner-Overseer / Fame Seeker
P E R S O N A L I T Y Lenna is serious, and can be very intense during a disagreement. Jokes and small talk tend to annoy her, as she prefers to only talk about the task at hand. In relaxed settings she can be more approachable, but most are put off by her abrasive nature. Those that can deal with her rough edges often find her a dependable, passionate person.
Holla on the other hand tends to be bubbly and takes little of anything very seriously. Her flirty, friendly nature makes her easy to get along with. She can seem like a bit of a spaz, and has a reputation for being an air head. But those that know her are aware neither of those are true.
A P P E A R A N C E Lenna likes to look business like, always in uniform, always with black curtain hair. This doesn't ever change, even when off the job site. You can feel her presence as a professional when she enters the room. This isn't to say she doesn't switch up her colors. Her favorite uniforms are white, grey, navy blue, and crimson. With an exception to white, Lenna tries to avoid wearing bright colors, and never wears black.
Holla on the other hand likes to look feminine and cute. That's what she'd tell you, but there are plenty of guys (and some girls) that find her outfits provocative as well. It isn't far from the truth to call her outfits costumes, as her clothes are typically inspired by maids, nurses, club wear, and the like. She also loves to accessorize. Holla also has long, golden hair that she styles differently each day.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y
Lenna was always the family favorite, which is why she was too damn proud. As the oldest daughter, she took over her parents family owned mining operation and became owner, manager, and overseer of the entire mobile operation. This happened after years of studying and putting time into her job. She ruled with an iron fist, suspending pay or firing people who couldn't keep up with her. But those that could enjoyed pay and safety that only Lenna's expertise could provide.
Not much is known about Holla's life on earth, but she was a huge internet sensation. She never worked with any official companies, but the world of mass media was flooded with her pictures and videos. She stared in some home made movies, and did singing as well. She never became famous in real life, but she was an internet sensation that spent a fair bit of time in the lime light.
Lenna's fame and Holla's charm were both things the people felt could be useful in a new world. while both received invitations, only one of them boarded the Noah. It's unclear who entered and what became of the other woman. What is known is that miraculously, both woman are now on Awilix.
Lenna has resumed her mining, but Holla has gone from becoming an internet sensation to a real celebrity. She's started appearing in holo magazines and rumored to appear in the first movie ever filmed on Awilix. The survival efforts aren't really focusing on the return of modern entertainment at this time, but Holla is still pushing strong for this. In her words: "The only way to return to the modern times is through entertainment! We will stop being survivors when we can sit down and enjoy stories about tantalizing woman, and the men who abduct or save them!"
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Impostor
» C A P A B I L I T I E SWhen active, She can alter her physical body to look like someone else. Specifically, she can grow out or shorten her hair, change her hair's color, skin tone, body shape, and apparent age. She cannot change the shape of her skeleton structure, sex, or change her mass.
» D R A W B A C K SHer eyes will always be lit up when she's using imposer. This can make people suspicious of her, and makes it almost impossible to take the form of certain people.
W E A P O N S As a miner, Lenna has access to lots of deconstructing tools, from mining tools to explosives. She seldom carries such tools on her person. However, the two tools she's most likely to carry are...
Vein Buster: This device isn't much bigger than a pistol, and acts like a caulk gun in it's operation. The Vein Buster rapidly pushes out an explosive gel. The gel formulation is fairly stable, and will only detonate when electricity is sent through it. Miners detonate the gel by inserting a microchip into the gel, and then commanding the chip to spark with a remote. The Vein Buster is also used by law enforcement to breech locked doors, and by assassins to set traps.
Pocket Pickax: As the name implies, it's a one-handed tool for chipping apart rocks. It works by shooting photon bullets designed to break up smaller rocks. while surprisingly accurate, the tool's bullets aren't very strong. This lower energy level is to ensure the tool lasts long enough to do it's job and not throw debris into the miner's face. while effective on harder substances, the bullets aren't as effective at breaking apart softer objects like human tissue. Getting shot with this feels a bit like getting punched by a bare knuckle boxer. Head shots have the potential to knock out people at close range, but often just daze tougher people.
Holla on the other hand is always in possession of a home made "pepper bomb" to ward off overzealous fans and lustful stalkers. The pepper bomb is actually made from a native plant called "Venus thorn." The red plant is ground up, mixed with distilled water, and then stored under pressure in a fogging canister. Venus thorn is poisonous, but non-lethal. Touching the poison on it's ground up flesh causes a severe yet momentary burning sensation by tricking the nerves into thinking they are on fire. As soon as the poison is absorbed into the body, the effect wears off. The effects seldom last longer than four or five seconds, but the pain makes it almost impossible to stand or handle tools properly. |
47,365 | 1,284 | 17 | 1,700 | 2,623 | J A C K S O N J E N K I N S South West of Landing
The hanger bay doors dropped open as Jackson's hauler came barrelling into the landing zone, a scream of reverse thrust before the vehicle dropped onto the steel surface. The engines were still spinning when Jackson jumped up from his seat and rushed over to the rear tailgate, slamming his hand on the activation panel with a heavy slap. As the gates were slowly opening he could see a medical team already on their way, hover-stretcher inbound.
"It's not looking good!" he yelled out, just as the gate touched down on the landing pad, "He's been coughng up lumps of blood the whole way here."
The team swooped inside and carefully scooped up the man, placing him on the stretcher. One of the medical staff members noticed an excessive amount of blood coagulating around his forearm and pulled out a set of scissors, slashing into the fabric.
"He's been bitten!" They announced, seeing the series of indented teeth marks carved into the skin. "The marks don't seem familiar but from the looks of it he has been injected with a poison."
The medical team didn't have much time and stormed out of the hauler, yelling commands at each other as they left both JJ and Bubbles on their own. Bubbles walked up next to JJ, placing his hand on his mate's shoulder. "There's not too much we can do at the moment. I'll clean up the mess, you go take a breather."
Jackson sighed as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out oh his pocket, lighting one up in his mouth. He didn't have a huge supply but managed to sneak a few into his personal storage box upon the Noah II. "Thanks bud," he replied, feeling drained of energy, "Are you sure you don't need a hand?"
The co-pilot laughed, "Really, I just have to stick a mop in my mouth and this mess will be as good as gone."
Jackson laughed, the thought of the man trying to ingest a cleaning utensil was a sight worth seeing, but he knew that the man meant well. He turned away from his vehicle, giving a subtle way goodbye, and set out into the hangers. He had to report back to the foreman and inform him of what had happened; the dangers that he encountered and the man that he happened to stumble upon. Every piece of information was important, especially with Mr Quan breathing down their necks every 5 minutes. | C E R R I D W E N L A N K E R F I E L D Female ● Thirty Three ● Electronic Engineer
P E R S O N A L I T Y Cerridwen is considered to be quite a smart individual, but due to the creation of her artificial body that title has since been upgraded to that of mad scientist. She can at times be cold, dominating, and even sadistic; a woman who is not afraid to push the rules and boundaries in applied science and her own survival. With this said her egotistical nature doesn't fully consume her every living breath. She does have a softer side that she tries to hide away, leaving people to wonder why she in fact entered into medical science.
A P P E A R A N C E The metallic, sea green body that Cerridwen uses is a construct of various alloys and synthetics making it both light weight and resilient to many of the natural elements. Her eyes glow a pale blue when she's active, and turn off when she's in sleep mode; even a robot needs to sleep. The body houses a variety of gadgets and tools that allow her to perform maintenance on equipment around her and the robot itself.
Cerridwen's actual appearance is quite sinister in comparison to her mechanical side. The woman has fair skin with long flowing, charcoal hair which frames a face that is pleasing to look at but intimidating at best. Her scowl is bordered by red lipstick most of the time and helps to trim the expensive choice of clothes that she prefers to wear.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Cerridwen knew from the moment she stepped onto the Noah II that her drop date onto Awilix would be a minimum of 2 years after the initial landing, a time frame that she believe she didn't deserve considering she was one of the engineering scientist who helped develop the Medical Bay and Cryogenic technology. Luck however did come to her in the form of her developed Lunos ability, a skill that allowed her to control a plethora of electronic devices at will.
During the 5 year voyage Cerridwen was able to partially break out of her induced coma, a process that allowed her to transfer her conscious the Noah II itself. Eventually through brute force and perseveration she was able to muster a selection of manufacturing machines in the Assembly Center and begin to construct a new form for her mind to enter and control.
One week after the Landing on Awilix a surprise drop pod was launched from the Noah, a pod that crashed into the nearest available landing zone. The workers around the site were confused and concerned at first considering that Noah hadn't informed them of such a delivery, however upon opening the container they soon discovered Cerridwen in her new, metallic body.
Currently she is working at one of the engineering firms, a division that specialises in the maintenance and operation of the machinery used to clear out the forest. It's a step down from her previous occupation but Cerridwen knows that once she is finally released Landing will soon come to know of her name.
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Technopathy
» C A P A B I L I T I E SA Lunos user with Technopathy is able to transfer their conscious into any electronic device with an inbuilt computer system. From there they are able to control the device to their own will, giving off the impression that the machine has a mind of it's own. They are able to do this by hopping from device to device, using any radio signals as a pathway to their end goal. Due to the distance from the Noah II to her robotic self Cerridwen has deployed a series of micro-satellites in order to keep a continual uplink to her original body.
» D R A W B A C K STechnopathy has some heavy conditions of use making it quite a taxing ability. Whenever the user places their conscious into a device their original body will become limp as it enters into a paralytic state. Any pain inflicted to the body will be felt by the conscious self and if the user's human body was to cease living then the conscious would immediately disappear from existence. Technopathy users are also susceptible to performance interference from radio jammers, voltage fluctuations, EMPs and magnetism.
W E A P O N S None |
47,366 | 1,284 | 18 | 356 | 1,322 | Teeth brushed? Check.
Curls holding? Check.
Outfit looks reasonably tidy? Check.
Borr was smiling at his reflection in a window. It wasn't often he got a visit from someone so important, certainly not one as important as Cerridwen. Or did she prefer to be called Lankerfield? He had heard that she was gruff and mean, but people said the exact same thing about him. The nature of their meeting was not especially friendly, but it was important to be friendly in this kind of situation. He could yell and hound his own crew until they pissed themselves, but he knew this would require more finesse.
He wasn't worried.
Everything he was about to do was a simple precaution for a worst case scenario. In all honesty, Cerridwen sounded like someone Borr wouldn't mind taking out for a drink sometime. A shame she she didn't have a real body at the moment. Not in landing anyway. Such a gesture could be taken the wrong way fairly easily.
But he wasn't worried about offending her, not at all.
He needed to talk to Cerridwen Lankerfield about the equipment. The scaffolding generators seemed to be reacting to interference, the caulk guns were obviously inspired by Vein busters, and some of the cable packs on the rappelling booms were already starting to wear out. Was he really suppose to work with such tools? That is to say, this was a good reason to make a fuss right?
But he wasn't worried about the request, not at all.
Not at all.
Nope.
Worrying wouldn't solve anything. All he could do was make a reasonable effort to appear like an overseer who could handle his work load. Yea, that was the ticket. A finished building, clean swept, nobody could argue against that.
The building hadn't been clean swept.
Borr was starting to worry.
Borr approached his desk and moved around some notes. The office building he was standing in was almost done. Keefer and his slow friend were probably putting in the last windows right now. He had fifteen men on the outside of the building, so the building would be complete soon.
The door to his temporary office swung open.
“Keefer?”
The newly arrived closed the door behind himself. “Jobe and I just got the last window in place. Is there another build site you wanted us to go to?”
“No. I want you to join the cleaning crew and perform the finishing sweep. Once the exterior is finished, the exterior crew can join you. I want this place swept clean.”
Keefer turned to leave, but stopped himself. “I thought you wanted us to hurry up and start another job site.”
“Plans change Keefer.” Borr stood up in front of his desk, casting a shadow over his employee. “Priorities...Change...”
“I-I understand!” Keefer chuckled nervously before turning around to leave.
“Wait.”
Keefer turned back towards Borr, his hand was resting on the open button. “Yes?”
“They would probably work faster if I appeared personally, wouldn't they?”
“Yes, that is true.”
“Well then.” Borr walked around his desk. “Let me personally appear before them. The cleanliness of this building is of utmost importance!”
“But sir, I thought we had droids for that!” Keefer stopped talking when Borr spun him around and walked out the door with him.
...
Rose's nose still hurt. It probably would for a while. Worse than the pain, she could feel how deformed it was. There would be no long term effects though. A quick dip in a medical healing pod and her nose would be as good as new. Her ego was hurt far worse. Did Lenna really have that kind of power? To literally smack around miners who didn't bend to her whims? It must have been so, because none of the other miners came over to help Rose. Or was that just because Lenna had successfully brainwashed them all?
Rose came from a prestigious family. She wanted for nothing during her upbringing. The only thing she ever had to work towards was becoming a fashion designer. She got her business license at the age of twelve. But then that little twelve year old girl went to sleep on earth and woke up as a seventeen year old woman somewhere else. At first this was exiting. She could fit into the outfits that had inspired her. She didn't have to pretend to be a grown woman anymore. She could go on dates, own property, the works. Her exiting future had already arrived. But what happened? They made her go through some training simulators and determined she would be good as a drone miner. She was suppose to be using her creativity to tailor outfits, not perform these menial tasks.
“Just as I anticipated.” Lenna's voice pulled Rose out of her thoughts. “They wouldn't have had any interest in the blue fluid before. Now that I reported how volatile it is, they are quite eager to study it.” Lenna looked all around herself at the miners. “We are to stop mining for today. The mechanics can catch up on the maintenance, but there's no reason for the miners to stay here. You are dismissed.” After her announcement, Lenna walked into an elevator to be taken to a different floor.
One by one, the miners started to get up to leave. Some happy for the time off, others disappointed in the cut in credits. Rose was not among them. She remained seated after they left. Rose was about to get up when her PDA vibrated. She had received a private message on one of her social media feeds. The young woman quickly picked up her PDA and woke it up.
Holla(IfYaNeedMe): Hihi! How is my follower today? <(^v^)>
What. Was. Going. On? That was definitely the handle of the internet sensation everyone knew and loved. But why did she get a message from Holla? They never actually spoke to each other, and she must have had thousands upon thousands of followers. Rose was exited, yet skeptical. Rose typed a message back, avoiding the use of her typical speed chatting.
Rosey78: I'm fine. How are you?
Holla(IfYaNeedMe): Peachy peachy! ^(^o^)^ Is that typically how you write?
Was it bad that she chose to write differently? Her heart started to pound a little harder.
Rosey78: No. But I think it's easier to read this way.
Holla(IfYaNeedMe): It most certainly is! ~_^
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Rosey78: I'm really glad we're chatting. It almost feels like a dream. Do you chat with your followers often?
Holla(IfYaNeedMe): Sadly no. I don't have time to chat with all of them. V-V I do read all of their comments though!
Rosey78: If you don't mind me asking, why am I lucky enough to be chatting with you?
Holla(IfYaNeedMe): Haha! It's not “all” luck! I screened my followers for very specific criteria. I was looking for someone who was younger than 18, a girl, had a reasonably sized social group, and had a playful personality. You were the first one I chose. <(^v^)>
Rose's smile grew and grew as their conversation went along.
Rosey78: What would you like me to do?
Holla(IfYaNeedMe): I just need someone to manage my work Emails. An online secretary! How much would you charge me to do that?
Rose didn't even think before typing.
Rosey78: I would do it for free.
Holla(IfYaNeedMe): You sure? I'll be rolling in it once I land that movie deal! ~_^
Rosey78: It's okay. I'm happy just to be your friend.
Holla(IfYaNeedMe): Oh hoh! ^(^o^)^ Well if you change your mind, do speak up. Also, while I do find your new “voice” much easier to understand, it lacks the same emotion that your old way of speaking had. You can still use acronyms and emoticons when you type like this.
Rosey78: I'm happy to be your friend! : D And I get paid pretty good for what I do. Lol
Holla(IfYaNeedMe): Haha! Much better. ~_^ What do you do for a living? how is your boss? I personally find my boss kind of boring.
Rose couldn't wait to type a response.
Rosey78: OMG do not talk to me about bosses right now. I'm working in mining and she is (pardon me) little Hitler! No I'm serious. It's so easy to picture her dressed up as a Nazi in one of those vintage world war movies. Or like that villain in the fourth, twelfth, or sixty-eighth Indiana Jones movie. I'm just waiting for her to burn the jews, lol!
Rose wondered if it was a mistake to write something so negative to someone who had brought her so much joy. Holla seemed to be hesitating in her reply.
Ding.
Rose had received an Email... from Lenna Bernstein.
Dear disgruntled employee
You seem to have forgotten that I was keeping tags on ALL of your social media feeds. Even your private messages cannot escape me. You might want to be more careful with what you type into your work PDA. Most overseers would fire you on the spot for such misuse of company property.
...However, I am happy that you are taking on more responsibilities. Doing work for free shows the kind of drive you really have. Since you find this job boring, maybe you'd like to be my secretary too? Multitasking adds complexity to any job, and you look like you could use all the help that you can get. If you abuse your new duties, I will be revoking your internet access. So please don't disappoint Holla just to spite me.
Looks like you still have some work to do. You will not go home with the other miners. Email me with any questions.
Lenna Bernstein
Overseer of mining #11
Scratch that, Lenna deserved the entirety of Rose's wrath, negative or not. Was there software on her PDA that allowed Lenna to look at her private messages? Rose's thoughts were interrupted by a new private message.
Holla(IfYaNeedMe): your boss sounds scary. Σ(ﾟдﾟ;)∑ | I M P O S T O R ( L E N N A / H O L L A ) Female ● Twenty-Three ● Miner-Overseer / Fame Seeker
P E R S O N A L I T Y Lenna is serious, and can be very intense during a disagreement. Jokes and small talk tend to annoy her, as she prefers to only talk about the task at hand. In relaxed settings she can be more approachable, but most are put off by her abrasive nature. Those that can deal with her rough edges often find her a dependable, passionate person.
Holla on the other hand tends to be bubbly and takes little of anything very seriously. Her flirty, friendly nature makes her easy to get along with. She can seem like a bit of a spaz, and has a reputation for being an air head. But those that know her are aware neither of those are true.
A P P E A R A N C E Lenna likes to look business like, always in uniform, always with black curtain hair. This doesn't ever change, even when off the job site. You can feel her presence as a professional when she enters the room. This isn't to say she doesn't switch up her colors. Her favorite uniforms are white, grey, navy blue, and crimson. With an exception to white, Lenna tries to avoid wearing bright colors, and never wears black.
Holla on the other hand likes to look feminine and cute. That's what she'd tell you, but there are plenty of guys (and some girls) that find her outfits provocative as well. It isn't far from the truth to call her outfits costumes, as her clothes are typically inspired by maids, nurses, club wear, and the like. She also loves to accessorize. Holla also has long, golden hair that she styles differently each day.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y
Lenna was always the family favorite, which is why she was too damn proud. As the oldest daughter, she took over her parents family owned mining operation and became owner, manager, and overseer of the entire mobile operation. This happened after years of studying and putting time into her job. She ruled with an iron fist, suspending pay or firing people who couldn't keep up with her. But those that could enjoyed pay and safety that only Lenna's expertise could provide.
Not much is known about Holla's life on earth, but she was a huge internet sensation. She never worked with any official companies, but the world of mass media was flooded with her pictures and videos. She stared in some home made movies, and did singing as well. She never became famous in real life, but she was an internet sensation that spent a fair bit of time in the lime light.
Lenna's fame and Holla's charm were both things the people felt could be useful in a new world. while both received invitations, only one of them boarded the Noah. It's unclear who entered and what became of the other woman. What is known is that miraculously, both woman are now on Awilix.
Lenna has resumed her mining, but Holla has gone from becoming an internet sensation to a real celebrity. She's started appearing in holo magazines and rumored to appear in the first movie ever filmed on Awilix. The survival efforts aren't really focusing on the return of modern entertainment at this time, but Holla is still pushing strong for this. In her words: "The only way to return to the modern times is through entertainment! We will stop being survivors when we can sit down and enjoy stories about tantalizing woman, and the men who abduct or save them!"
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Impostor
» C A P A B I L I T I E SWhen active, She can alter her physical body to look like someone else. Specifically, she can grow out or shorten her hair, change her hair's color, skin tone, body shape, and apparent age. She cannot change the shape of her skeleton structure, sex, or change her mass.
» D R A W B A C K SHer eyes will always be lit up when she's using imposer. This can make people suspicious of her, and makes it almost impossible to take the form of certain people.
W E A P O N S As a miner, Lenna has access to lots of deconstructing tools, from mining tools to explosives. She seldom carries such tools on her person. However, the two tools she's most likely to carry are...
Vein Buster: This device isn't much bigger than a pistol, and acts like a caulk gun in it's operation. The Vein Buster rapidly pushes out an explosive gel. The gel formulation is fairly stable, and will only detonate when electricity is sent through it. Miners detonate the gel by inserting a microchip into the gel, and then commanding the chip to spark with a remote. The Vein Buster is also used by law enforcement to breech locked doors, and by assassins to set traps.
Pocket Pickax: As the name implies, it's a one-handed tool for chipping apart rocks. It works by shooting photon bullets designed to break up smaller rocks. while surprisingly accurate, the tool's bullets aren't very strong. This lower energy level is to ensure the tool lasts long enough to do it's job and not throw debris into the miner's face. while effective on harder substances, the bullets aren't as effective at breaking apart softer objects like human tissue. Getting shot with this feels a bit like getting punched by a bare knuckle boxer. Head shots have the potential to knock out people at close range, but often just daze tougher people.
Holla on the other hand is always in possession of a home made "pepper bomb" to ward off overzealous fans and lustful stalkers. The pepper bomb is actually made from a native plant called "Venus thorn." The red plant is ground up, mixed with distilled water, and then stored under pressure in a fogging canister. Venus thorn is poisonous, but non-lethal. Touching the poison on it's ground up flesh causes a severe yet momentary burning sensation by tricking the nerves into thinking they are on fire. As soon as the poison is absorbed into the body, the effect wears off. The effects seldom last longer than four or five seconds, but the pain makes it almost impossible to stand or handle tools properly. |
47,367 | 1,284 | 19 | 2,353 | 72 | N I R K E T C H E R Sub-Level Three
Almost unconsciously Nir leaned forward, propelled by some inner part of of his mind set to gaze upon his associate with wide eyes that could take in every aspect of detail. As if he were simply recording data to be used at a later time, in other studies. It could quite possibly come down to that, in the eventuality of the way things seem to work within the fields of science. For now, Nir simply smiled to himself as he noticed every subtle—and not so subtle—reaction Jethro made as he inhaled. From his initial excitement, to the way his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, the grin that tugged at the corners of his lips. It was like watching a flow chart of data. As if every expected reaction was simply a script to be acted out.
"Look at that Nir! That is mighty pretty. Can you think about the possibilities with this leaf? Cigar rolling, chopping it up to dip, you can really get a good industry going for us workers out in the fields!" Jethro enthused.
Nir nodded, satisfied in achieving the desired and proper reactions—were they proper, or expected? ”I believe, good sir, that this discovery may be the revolutionary kickstart to the new world tobacco industry—or rather, Ghost Leaf industry, yes?” Nir waved his off hand animatedly as he spoke, rather preoccupied with jotting down a few sudden notes that happened upon his thought process. The best time to record your thoughts was the moment they happened, if possible. ”Of course there will be the expected losses in quality, as consumers seek lower prices and higher quantities.. And further still are the expected illicit trading rings that it’s inevitably going to give birth to. Then there’s-..”
Nir blinked, pausing in his ramblings as Jethro began to tap out a jovial rhythm on his bongos. In a world—Well, an old world—where science was often associated with classical rhythmics and soft tempered tones, it was quite a pleasant change of pace to find peace in such loud, yet crisp sounds resonating from such a simplistic instrument. Nir rolled the striker of his flip lighter softly, content to remain lost in the music, if for only as long as this moment would allow. Though he did take this opportunity to light his own pipe, and within moments add to the growing column of bluish smoke swirling abstract patterns up towards the ventilation. His chair gave a soft squeak as he tilted it back as far as it’s protesting springs would allow, before setting his feet crossed on his desk and enjoying the few simple things in life that seemed so far and few inbetween nowadays.
A R M A N D H O L T Z Sub-Level Three
Doctor Armand Holtz’ face was pinched in concentration as he hunched over an array of beakers, vials, burners and test tubes all held in their various arrays and attached to their particular gizmos and devices. Often when working in a field with such an expansive dictionary of terminologies and names, it was easy to forget the actual name for the items you worked with, and rather opt for something akin to a pet name. Especially when your underlings were hand-picked from the freshman pool and knew next to nothing about what you were doing, let alone having cognitive memorization abilities.
”Key, bring sample eight-one-eight” Armand requested without losing even the smallest shred of focus from his work. Dropper held in steady hands, tip leveled over the open end of a beaker set on a hot plate—although unlike the archaic models this one could be set to heat down to the second decimal and wouldn’t burn skin.
”A-ah.. Which one is-?” A small, frail body replied. Keira Leath was a small speck of a thing; barely over five foot with skin that looked as if it hadn’t seen the sun in.. well, five years give or take. She wasn’t anything like the women Armand sought after, the ones with plump assets, pretty lashes, and a mouth a man could dream about kissing for hours. Kiera on the other hand, was entirely opposite of all of that. Which would have made her the perfect lab partner, someone Armand wouldn’t find himself distracted with. If she had any sense whatsoever.
”The red one, connected to the twirly-whirls there,” He instrustruced, indicating a frothing red liquid connected to a series of spiraling glass tubes. A single drop of blue liquid splashed into the vial Armand was hovering over, turning the clear liquid into a milky blue. If all went according to his calculations, he would have a biochemical growth hormone to hopefully help with this whole agricultural situation. It was a tiresome, but necessary task, and he had devoted all relevant departments to the cause. Much to the disgruntlement of other beneficiaries and benefactors. Well, he didn’t care much for imaginary red tape and bureaucratic politics, all of that seemed quite trivial when faced with starvation. And according to the projected calculations from the last, weekly meeting, it wouldn’t be terribly long before the city began to feel real hunger.
”Here you go doctor!” Keira chimed next to him, nearly startling him to the point of adding more of the solution he was holding to the experiment. That would have ruined the entire thing, but he tried not to dwell on that as he calmed himself. But that damn woman, moved like a wraith!
”Thank you,” Armand replied. He did try his best to be pleasant despite the grating nature of such an.. Underdeveloped brain. He had neither the time nor the patience to train in her in his field, so for the moment she was something of an assistant crossed with a secretary.
”O-oh, Doctor Holtz, you received a message from the mining department, it seems they found a blue liquid pouring from the rocks during their excavation,” Keira said in a half mumbled, her eyes cast down at the glowing display of a tablet—or were they PDAs now? Armand sighed, half because he couldn’t keep up with the progress of socialized instruments, and half because of his assistance. What was he to do with her? She barely had any formal education in science, and no real job experience other than, what was it, fast food cashier?
He looked at the twenty-five year old pointedly, ”How long ago was this? Have they quarantined the site until I can get somebody down there.. God knows who that’s going to be.” Armand said with a sigh. They were stretched so thin, and with help with Keira’s caliber, the load placed upon the entire department wasn’t likely to lighten any time soon. If her were a religious man he would pray that the next group of arrivals had somebody who knew what they were doing, and didn’t arrive to a colony devolved in starvation induced chaos.
”Almost twenty minutes ago,” The small woman answered.
Armand had to physically restrain himself from another sigh, and settled pinching the bridge of his nose between two of his fingers instead, ”And you didn’t think to say something sooner?”
”A-ah! Sorry sir.. I just ah.. I’m a little flustered there’s just so much work to do an-” Keira cut off as her device gave a quite uncharacteristically happy chime, ”Oh! Good news!”
”Good news?” Armand questioned suspiciously. Good and Kiera were not to things often associated together.
”It’s explosive.”
”Explosive?”
”Well, they said volatile, that’s explosive right?”
”Yes Kiera, that’s what it means..” And suddenly, a brilliant idea came into his head. The old saying came to mind, two birds, one stone. ”I know my line of work can be quite.. Demanding Key, but I’ve just thought of the perfect place for your particular skill set,” Which is none.
A moment later Doctor Armand was racing down the length of twisting hallways, at a steady walk of course. One where little Kiera nearly had to resort to jogging to keep pace. Doors and observation windows flashed by as his long legs carried him further into the complex. To a place he had almost forgotten, in all honestly. Not out of any sort of negative emotion, but because some people were so self sufficient you hardly had to think twice about them. What Armand would give to have a dozen of those types. Hell, two dozen and this entire city would likely be sustainable within a few months.
As he neared the end of the white expanse, his thoughts were perturbed by a strange series of sounds, like two pieces of wet leather violently battling for dominance. ”Oh for fuck’s sake not again,” Armand mumbled. He thumbed the button and the soft hiish of the door briefly added to the cacophony of sounds.
”Nir!” Armand called over the tumultuous thunder, which silence immediately, ”How many times have I told you non-science personnel are not to be.. Leisurely causing a ruckus within the labs! And for the love of god what is all this smoke?!” Armand demanded. The vein in his forehead was likely going to burst at this rate.
”Ahoy Doctor Arms! Jeth is science personnel, I keep telling you. It’s just unofficial, because he works in the fields right.”
Another sigh and Armand closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of respite. Now he remembered why he tried to avoid this section as much as possible, despite the man’s incredible talent for his field.. He was.. He was a constant, never-ending heavy sigh.
”Nir this is Keira,” Armand said quickly, motioning to the small woman next to him clutching a small box of personal, office items, ”She’ll be working with you starting today and for the love of god are you smoking the Ghost Leaf!?”
Nir laughed, or rather gave a high-pitched chuckle, ”Doctor Arms have you met Ava?”
”Nir.. I know who Avaline-
”Doctor.”
”Doctor Avaline Rose is.”
”She said the same thing, are you related?”
At that moment Armand felt as if the pressure building within him was exactly two words away from reaching terminal velocity and achieving a thermonuclear detonation within the cavity of his skull. He did not have time for this. There was important work to do that did not include the amused rambling of a madman!
”Keira Leath, Doctor Nir Ketcher, may you have a long and prosperous relationship,” Armand announced rapidly. Without a second’s more hesitation he spun on his heel and strode from the room, ignorant of all of the smiles present in the room. In fact, was Keira giggling? She Giggled?!. Honestly, Armand felt he shouldn’t be surprised by anything anymore. No doubt he would wake up tomorrow with eight new tasks, his teams rendered blind, deaf, and dumb, and hell his lab was probably burning down at this very moment!
Back in the room, Nir stood, clasping his new colleges hand energetically, though she nearly dropped her box. ”Keira, Jethro—Jeth, Keira. Despite what Doctor Arms would like to imply, Jethro’s as fine a scientist as any! Did you know he can manipulate dirt?”
Keira’s eyes widened ever-so-slightly, ”Dirt?”
”Yes, yes, dirt, can change the chemical do-what’s-it-nots too. Do you smoke?”
”No sir-”
”Call me Nir.. except when I’m far.”
”What?”
”It was a joke, go on Keira.”
"You can call me Key—erm, anyways," Keira said, pausing to clear her throat.”Doctor Armand said that I should notify you that the mining crews found a blue liquid substance in the mines. Oh! And it’s explosive.”
Nir stepped back, looking at her quizzically for a moment, ”Blue liquid substance? Isn’t he the chemist though?”
”See, he knew you’d say that and would like me to inform you that, and I quote,” Keira began, doing her best Dr. Arms voice, ”For all I know it’s dead plant juice just go down there and take a damn sample!”
This prompted a brief round of chuckles within the room, before Nir shot a sidelong glance at his friend who had apparently been sitting quite contently throughout the entire debacle with his pipe. ”As ever always my friend, time is fleeting. Another time then?” Nir suggested, clasping Jethro on the shoulder and shaking his hand.
”And don’t forget to smoke that on the low-low Jeth, you know how people be.” | IMG URL K O N S T A N T I N V I N O G R A D O V Male ● Twenty Four ● Scout
P E R S O N A L I T Y Konstantin (or Kostia) is a stubborn and determined young man, who sees anything other than achieving his goals as a failure. If anyone tries to stop him, Kostia is prone to violent outbursts, although these are more often than not followed by guilt and repeated apologies once he calms down. Having lived all his life with the thought that he will most likely die soon after his 19th birthday has left him searching for purpose on this new planet, as he never thought he would live to see Awilix. This causes Konstantin a fair bit of anxiety.
Being young and having little experience, it is no surprise that Konstantin's worldview is somewhat naive, with a lot of black and white and too few shades of gray. This is why he approaches new acquaintances with openness and energy, but might also judge them too quickly and make enemies where others would just let sleeping dogs lie. Believing most people to be good, he is quick to strike up conversation and might annoy those less passionate about the great weather we're having.
A P P E A R A N C E Konstantin is a young man with an unimpressive physique. While he stands at a fairly average 178 cm, his body has very little in the way of fat or muscle, giving a sinewy, even malnourished look. This is even more pronounced by his almost ghost-white skin colour. Konstanin's face is elongated and just as thin as the rest of him, with very prominent cheekbones and chin, but a small and round nose, which sits awkwardly out of place in all the jagged edges of his profile. His hair is medium length, which he refuses to part in any way, leading to a lot of hair in eyes (which are a warm brown colour) situations. While originaly dark blonde, the stress of cryosleep has given his hair a grayish-yellow colour.
Aside from his work clothes, Konstantin's wardrobe consists of fairly simple apparel - jeans, t-shirts, jumpers, sweaters. Aside from a few pieces of clothing, most are pretty drab - shades of gray, brown, white and black.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Before boarding the Noah II, Konstantin was a young man with little direction in his life. He finished school, but had no time nor desire to study anything which might increase his chances of going into space. He dreamed of getting a degree, becoming a teacher and settling down somewhere in the suburbs like in those old shows. Of course, with the impact of Lunosity's Comet just a few months away, his dream sounded about as useful as spending his last few months on the couch at his parents' house watching TV. Which he briefly considered as a sort of plan B, although it did not take him more than a day to discard such defeatist thoughts. He was just beginning the best part of his life and he would figure out a way to get on that vessel or face orbital annihilation knowing he did all he could.
The problem was that all of the people to continue humanity's journey were already picked and being prepared for the journey. The solution came unexpectedly - Konstantin won the lottery of a lifetime. His prize? A place among those chosen to board the Noah II. Even with advanced medicine, young people died all the time - car accidents, muggings gone sour, heck, even suicides, as grim as the reality might be. So with 100 million passengers, naturally quite a few never made it to the Noah. This, of course, presented an opportunity to those doomed to see the Earth's destruction from the planet's surface. A lot of these free spaces were handed out to the highest bidder or to the next person of the list of scientists and engineers that would be needed on the new planet. Some, however, went into public "lotteries". You did not have to buy a ticket to participate, a person was drawn at random from all inhabitants. And Konstantin got his ticket just three weeks before launch. So he said a quick goodbye to his parents and the few friends he had that were not also coming and boarded the Noah II.
His awakening from cryosleep was rough and his first days on Awilix even rougher. On Earth, he did not know what he wanted to do, but at least he had a choice. Here he was assigned to a scouting party and tasked with examining a part of the planet just south of Landing. And that was it. Being productive was nice, but he felt like he could be so much more than just a scout.
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S High Voltage
» C A P A B I L I T I E SKonstantin's body can generate electricity, which he can distribute and discharge through any part of his body. This can be used to shock wildlife as well as humans, power-up electronics or fry them. The amount he can generate varies with physical condition, but it is never more than to stun an adult human for a few minutes.
» D R A W B A C K SHis powers use up a large amount of energy, meaning he has to eat a lot between uses to replenish it. Discharging a large amount all at once or using it several times without rest puts Konstantin at risk of passing out.
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47,368 | 1,284 | 20 | 1,700 | 2,623 | C E R R I D W E N L A N K E R F I E L D The City of Landing
Numerous workers were hastily running around the construction site, cleaning their tacks and organising everything back into it's designated space; they were on a mission of presentation perfection. Cerridwen had stepped her way into the job site and just stood there silently observing the people around her, invisible to their vision as they were so intently focused on their allocated roles. With this element of stealth the woman began to make her way through the grounds taking mental notes of anything she could see.
Looking down one corridor the humanoid could see a pile of tools stashed away behind a door that seemed like it wasn't shut properly and across the open floor she observed several deep gouges. Curiously she began to follow the scars, tailing them until they reached the construction vehicle holding holding bays. She observed as one of the vehicles was tagged out of action, a Wasp flyer.
"You there!" Her robotic voice called over to one of the workers, breaking him out of his cleaning trance. He froze up, knowing full well who it was that was calling for him.
"Err. Yes Miss Lanker—" His introduction was cut short by a glare that pierced into his very being. "Doctor! Sorry, Doctor Lankerfield! What did you need?"
"What happened to the Wasp?" She asked, pressing him for information.
"That was a recovery from today! A Wasp crashed or something down in the South West of Landing, and cause we were the closest docking site the Haulers dumped it here." The nervous man began fidgeting with his fingers, a sign of how uncomfortable and out of place he felt. "Am I free to go?"
Cerridwen glared at the man, not changing her static expression as she gave a slight nod of approval. The woman began looked around the area for Borr and Keefer before eventually locking eyes with them. They seemed to be passing by her general direction and therefore insisted on waiting in her spot for them to approach her. As they drew closer she began to speak.
"Borr... Why is more than half of your team cleaning up the work site?" The question came out like a sniper shot causing Borr to stall in his tacks, scurrying to find the words to respond with. Cerridwen hadn't even let him respond before she proceeded with her introduction, "Although this is none of my concern I do have raise attention to this matter as we are currently behind schedule for the next drop. You should think that you are lucky that you lodged your complaint with me, and not Mr Quan."
Cerridwen turned her torso towards the duo, gazing at them with the reflective lenses in her eyes and curious to see how they would respond to her query. The artificial body she was housed in gave her the advantage of coming across as a cold, emotionless individual but internally she chuckled at the dominance she was so easily showing. She decided to continue, this time drawing attention to the matters Borr raised in his message.
"The scaffolding generators seemed to be reacting to interference I believe were your words in your message. Earlier I had the opportunity to transfer my conscious into the machine itself and found the problem that you had observed." Cerridwen paused for a moment, appearing as though her body had ceased operating for the briefest of moments before then activating in order to pace past Borr. She stopped just out of his sights, "Do you realise that you have a worker operating that machine who's Lunos ability is Magnetism?"
Borr's personal tablet chimed with a new message, a log sheet of the workers who had been operating the machinery and the time stamps of each errors. The information was sent from the Noah II, meaning that the woman had made a direct enquiry with the spacestation itself for the information that she required; an advantage with being the closest human to the pseudo AI.
"As for the chalk guns, you are free to choose a different prototype for your next shipment. Noah will just need a weeks notice in order to manufacture the designs and we can assign them to your next cable pack delivery. Unfortunately the atmosphere here contains some trace elements which are affecting certain alloy metals. Until one of the researchers in the science division is able to identify this chemical compound we will just have to log the use a little more stringently."
Cerridwen walked around Keefer taking note of his appearance until she landed face to face with the man. She gave a little look into his eyes, tilting her head as a sign of curiosity. "I'm guessing the reverse engineering on the medical pod have treated you well," she spoke faintly, enough to evade Borr's ears. Without waiting for a response she turned towards Keefer's employer and approached him again about improving the performance of his facility. | C E R R I D W E N L A N K E R F I E L D Female ● Thirty Three ● Electronic Engineer
P E R S O N A L I T Y Cerridwen is considered to be quite a smart individual, but due to the creation of her artificial body that title has since been upgraded to that of mad scientist. She can at times be cold, dominating, and even sadistic; a woman who is not afraid to push the rules and boundaries in applied science and her own survival. With this said her egotistical nature doesn't fully consume her every living breath. She does have a softer side that she tries to hide away, leaving people to wonder why she in fact entered into medical science.
A P P E A R A N C E The metallic, sea green body that Cerridwen uses is a construct of various alloys and synthetics making it both light weight and resilient to many of the natural elements. Her eyes glow a pale blue when she's active, and turn off when she's in sleep mode; even a robot needs to sleep. The body houses a variety of gadgets and tools that allow her to perform maintenance on equipment around her and the robot itself.
Cerridwen's actual appearance is quite sinister in comparison to her mechanical side. The woman has fair skin with long flowing, charcoal hair which frames a face that is pleasing to look at but intimidating at best. Her scowl is bordered by red lipstick most of the time and helps to trim the expensive choice of clothes that she prefers to wear.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Cerridwen knew from the moment she stepped onto the Noah II that her drop date onto Awilix would be a minimum of 2 years after the initial landing, a time frame that she believe she didn't deserve considering she was one of the engineering scientist who helped develop the Medical Bay and Cryogenic technology. Luck however did come to her in the form of her developed Lunos ability, a skill that allowed her to control a plethora of electronic devices at will.
During the 5 year voyage Cerridwen was able to partially break out of her induced coma, a process that allowed her to transfer her conscious the Noah II itself. Eventually through brute force and perseveration she was able to muster a selection of manufacturing machines in the Assembly Center and begin to construct a new form for her mind to enter and control.
One week after the Landing on Awilix a surprise drop pod was launched from the Noah, a pod that crashed into the nearest available landing zone. The workers around the site were confused and concerned at first considering that Noah hadn't informed them of such a delivery, however upon opening the container they soon discovered Cerridwen in her new, metallic body.
Currently she is working at one of the engineering firms, a division that specialises in the maintenance and operation of the machinery used to clear out the forest. It's a step down from her previous occupation but Cerridwen knows that once she is finally released Landing will soon come to know of her name.
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Technopathy
» C A P A B I L I T I E SA Lunos user with Technopathy is able to transfer their conscious into any electronic device with an inbuilt computer system. From there they are able to control the device to their own will, giving off the impression that the machine has a mind of it's own. They are able to do this by hopping from device to device, using any radio signals as a pathway to their end goal. Due to the distance from the Noah II to her robotic self Cerridwen has deployed a series of micro-satellites in order to keep a continual uplink to her original body.
» D R A W B A C K STechnopathy has some heavy conditions of use making it quite a taxing ability. Whenever the user places their conscious into a device their original body will become limp as it enters into a paralytic state. Any pain inflicted to the body will be felt by the conscious self and if the user's human body was to cease living then the conscious would immediately disappear from existence. Technopathy users are also susceptible to performance interference from radio jammers, voltage fluctuations, EMPs and magnetism.
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47,369 | 1,284 | 21 | 356 | 1,322 | Borr scratched his chin. “You bring up some valid points...”
The world started to feel like a distant place to Keefer. He was starting to lose focus, and could barely make out what his boss was talking about.
“...magnetism is something I was aware of, but surely you can't expect me to...”
It was Cerridwen's words. She knew something wasn't right with Keefer. It must be because her body is still on the Noah, she could gain access to everyone's files with ease. At least that was what he had to assume.
“...We have a mobster problem down here. If they lift a calk gun from the work site they can use it to plant explosives....”
Had she told anyone else? Would she tell anyone else? Well, Keefer suspected that without her avatar, she wouldn't be able to communicate with anyone. Not right away at least. It wouldn't be like Keefer was killing her. It would just be buying himself some time. He looked at the calk gun in his hand.
“...Will you tell Mr Quan you were aware of the problem when the mobsters realize this? I''m not trying to get anyone in trouble here, I'm just concerned... ”
No. That wouldn't be fair. Even if Cerridwen didn't die, a lot of people depended on her. Removing her presence from landing would hold everyone back. People could even die as a result of her disappearance. Why should Cerridwen be without a body when Keefer was the one at fault? Yes, he was the one at fault. He was the useless, unremarkable one. A sincere smile crept across his face as he told himself this. He was a loser, a fake. The words made Keefer's smile grow, despite believing every word.
“...Can I get you anything Doctor Lankerfield? Does that body of your need anything for sustenance?”
Keefer lifted his head up. His expression glowed like the morning sun. “Sir, this dust is kind of agitating my nose. I'm going to go start the next build site up, alright?”
Keefer walked away before Borr could respond. He was tied up listening to Doctor Lankerfield.
…
When no one was watching, it was much harder to keep that smile up. What was the best course of action? He had the money to go anywhere and do anything. If he acted fast enough, Keefer could escape. But to where? He knew he couldn't make it in the wild. He refused to join the mafia, and landing was still too small to just disappear inside. He needed someone's help. A single glance at his wrist phone. The first contact to pop up was Lenna. She understood the situation best, but Keefer couldn't be a burden to her this time. Tensions between them were just starting to lift. Placing this on her shoulders wasn't a wise choice. He only had one other contact. Keefer wouldn't have even considered calling her, but she was his neighbor. Without thinking about it further, he tapped the call button.
“I'm so weak.”
Calling a celebrity? Really Keefer? One who made a point to lie to him on her way out the door? Perhaps this just showed how desperate the situation was. Keefer waited patiently for her to pick up. It wasn't until the eighth ring that her image came up on screen. Holla was all wet, and she wasn't wearing anything more than a towel. The room she was in looked really dark too. He smiled nervously.
“Hi Keefie!” Holla was a cheerful as ever.
Keefer blinked. “Is now a bad time?”
She giggled. “I was taking a shower. The lights are off because I'm hiding in the closet. My manager doesn't like me answering the phone.”
“Well, did you want to get dressed first?”
“Nah.” Holla waved her hand dismissively. “It's like my bra suddenly shrank two sizes. Or did my 'heart' grow three sizes when you called?” She winked. “So what's up?”
This was starting to feel like a waist of time. But he had already crossed the point of no return.“I... am in trouble.”
Holla raised an eyebrow. “Trouble?”
Keefer nodded. “I have a secret, and I think someone discovered it.”
“You're being kind of vague.”
“I know.” Keefer rubbed his eyes. “But you never know who could be listening in.”
“Alright.” Holla looked at something off screen. “Who knows your secret?”
“Doctor Cerridwen Lankerfield.”
“Oh...” Holla's face scrunched up like she had just been punched. “Okay, what's the worse thing that could happen to you?”
“I could be put on trial and executed.”
“...Did you hurt anyone, Keefer?”
“No!”
“Okay, just calm down!” Holla took some deep cleansing breaths with Keefer before continuing. “Alright, what makes you think she knows your secret?”
“She said something.”
“You have to tell me exactly what was said or I can't help you.”
“She whispered 'I'm guessing the reverse engineering on the medical pod have treated you well.' to me.”
“So there's something different about you?”
Keefer remained silent.
“...Okay. I don't know everything Keefie, but I don't think you have anything to worry about... yet.”
“Yet!?”
“Please relax.” Holla sighed. “Alright, if the secret she knew was that bad, she'd have done something by now. I think Miss Lankerfield wants something from you.”
“You think?”
“Are you a valley girl or something? Is everything a question with you? Like, I didn't know valley boys existed?”
Keefer groaned. “This really isn't the time to joke.”
“This is totally the time to joke! She doesn't want to hurt you. Black mail? Maybe. Probably. But better that then a trial and execution.”
“What should I do?”
“Well...” Holla lifted a finger to her cheek. “I think you should confirm what she knows, and then arrange to meet her. If you cooperate with her things will go smoothly for you both.”
“I just don't know what she could possibly want.”
“Well, she might want someone to help her come down to landing early. Or she might have... other needs.”
Keefer remained silent.
“I'm just sayin' okay? Don't screw it up! You are one babe away from a harem. Between me and Lenna-”
“That's my sister you're talking about!”
“Oh right.” Lenna gave Keefer a sideways glance. “Speaking of which, why didn't you talk to Lenna about this? You don't think... Me and you are...”
“No, I'm aware of that.” Keefer let out a tired sigh. “She's busy and... probably not ready for it.”
Holla didn't respond right away. “...You should really tell her about this.” She raised her arms to hug herself and looked away from the screen. “Families fall apart when they keep secrets from each other. I'm sure you could tell her more about it and get a better solution.” Holla grabbed a handful of her wet hair and threw it over her other shoulder. “Anyway, my manager is probably wondering why I'm not done yet. I should hang up now. See you later.” And with that, the transmission ended.
Keefer was glad he called Holla. She was a little strange, but he always seemed to take something away with his talks with her. Well, so far anyway. But she was right, this was something he should talk to his sister about. In the meantime though, there was no reason to panic. He had faith Holla was right. Cerridwen needed something. She had something on Keefer, and now she expected him to do her bidding. But wouldn't Keefer be happy to help her anyway? A brilliant mind that gave humanity so much? Helping her would be like saving a princess from peril. With renewed determination, he headed towards the next job site. | I M P O S T O R ( L E N N A / H O L L A ) Female ● Twenty-Three ● Miner-Overseer / Fame Seeker
P E R S O N A L I T Y Lenna is serious, and can be very intense during a disagreement. Jokes and small talk tend to annoy her, as she prefers to only talk about the task at hand. In relaxed settings she can be more approachable, but most are put off by her abrasive nature. Those that can deal with her rough edges often find her a dependable, passionate person.
Holla on the other hand tends to be bubbly and takes little of anything very seriously. Her flirty, friendly nature makes her easy to get along with. She can seem like a bit of a spaz, and has a reputation for being an air head. But those that know her are aware neither of those are true.
A P P E A R A N C E Lenna likes to look business like, always in uniform, always with black curtain hair. This doesn't ever change, even when off the job site. You can feel her presence as a professional when she enters the room. This isn't to say she doesn't switch up her colors. Her favorite uniforms are white, grey, navy blue, and crimson. With an exception to white, Lenna tries to avoid wearing bright colors, and never wears black.
Holla on the other hand likes to look feminine and cute. That's what she'd tell you, but there are plenty of guys (and some girls) that find her outfits provocative as well. It isn't far from the truth to call her outfits costumes, as her clothes are typically inspired by maids, nurses, club wear, and the like. She also loves to accessorize. Holla also has long, golden hair that she styles differently each day.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y
Lenna was always the family favorite, which is why she was too damn proud. As the oldest daughter, she took over her parents family owned mining operation and became owner, manager, and overseer of the entire mobile operation. This happened after years of studying and putting time into her job. She ruled with an iron fist, suspending pay or firing people who couldn't keep up with her. But those that could enjoyed pay and safety that only Lenna's expertise could provide.
Not much is known about Holla's life on earth, but she was a huge internet sensation. She never worked with any official companies, but the world of mass media was flooded with her pictures and videos. She stared in some home made movies, and did singing as well. She never became famous in real life, but she was an internet sensation that spent a fair bit of time in the lime light.
Lenna's fame and Holla's charm were both things the people felt could be useful in a new world. while both received invitations, only one of them boarded the Noah. It's unclear who entered and what became of the other woman. What is known is that miraculously, both woman are now on Awilix.
Lenna has resumed her mining, but Holla has gone from becoming an internet sensation to a real celebrity. She's started appearing in holo magazines and rumored to appear in the first movie ever filmed on Awilix. The survival efforts aren't really focusing on the return of modern entertainment at this time, but Holla is still pushing strong for this. In her words: "The only way to return to the modern times is through entertainment! We will stop being survivors when we can sit down and enjoy stories about tantalizing woman, and the men who abduct or save them!"
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Impostor
» C A P A B I L I T I E SWhen active, She can alter her physical body to look like someone else. Specifically, she can grow out or shorten her hair, change her hair's color, skin tone, body shape, and apparent age. She cannot change the shape of her skeleton structure, sex, or change her mass.
» D R A W B A C K SHer eyes will always be lit up when she's using imposer. This can make people suspicious of her, and makes it almost impossible to take the form of certain people.
W E A P O N S As a miner, Lenna has access to lots of deconstructing tools, from mining tools to explosives. She seldom carries such tools on her person. However, the two tools she's most likely to carry are...
Vein Buster: This device isn't much bigger than a pistol, and acts like a caulk gun in it's operation. The Vein Buster rapidly pushes out an explosive gel. The gel formulation is fairly stable, and will only detonate when electricity is sent through it. Miners detonate the gel by inserting a microchip into the gel, and then commanding the chip to spark with a remote. The Vein Buster is also used by law enforcement to breech locked doors, and by assassins to set traps.
Pocket Pickax: As the name implies, it's a one-handed tool for chipping apart rocks. It works by shooting photon bullets designed to break up smaller rocks. while surprisingly accurate, the tool's bullets aren't very strong. This lower energy level is to ensure the tool lasts long enough to do it's job and not throw debris into the miner's face. while effective on harder substances, the bullets aren't as effective at breaking apart softer objects like human tissue. Getting shot with this feels a bit like getting punched by a bare knuckle boxer. Head shots have the potential to knock out people at close range, but often just daze tougher people.
Holla on the other hand is always in possession of a home made "pepper bomb" to ward off overzealous fans and lustful stalkers. The pepper bomb is actually made from a native plant called "Venus thorn." The red plant is ground up, mixed with distilled water, and then stored under pressure in a fogging canister. Venus thorn is poisonous, but non-lethal. Touching the poison on it's ground up flesh causes a severe yet momentary burning sensation by tricking the nerves into thinking they are on fire. As soon as the poison is absorbed into the body, the effect wears off. The effects seldom last longer than four or five seconds, but the pain makes it almost impossible to stand or handle tools properly. |
47,370 | 1,284 | 22 | 356 | 1,322 | Well make sure he's snapped out of it and send the forms to me once you're done. I have a hospital to run here, I can't be bothered to check on every drone that comes in, the voice came from far away. Or at least it felt like it. Like Kostia's head was in a fishbowl filled with water an the little goldfish was trying to take a detour via his brain. Why don't I feel any pain? he thought to himself. It was as if a tremendous pressure had been placed on his entire body, but it did not hurt. I need to open my eyes. He focused on his eyelids, but they refused to cooperate. A light suddenly shone on his still closed eyes, clearing the blackness and replacing it with the orange-red of his translucent skin. Suddenly, as if someone had heard his thoughts, two fingers pinched his left eyelid and pried it open. A flashlight shone into his exposed iris, forcing it to narrow reflexively. Discomfort surged through the young man's stiff body, causing him to regain a little piece of his senses. He tried moving his head out of the way of the discomfort, but found he could just slightly jerk it to the side. The fingers let go of his eyelid and it happily restored the relative darkness to Konstantin's vision.
"Awake? Can you hear me, sir?" a low rumbling voice echoed above him, this one much clearer than the one before. It appeared the fish bowl had been removed and the fish evicted from its new home. The young scout opened his eyelids as far as he could, which was enough to give him an impression of the man hovering above him. The stranger seemed a little older, with dark brown skin and bright red hair that gave a jarring contrast. "You were sedated sir, please stay calm, it will wear off in a few minutes," the man said and straightened himself. He walked away from Kostia's bed and the scout closed his lids again, trying to gather his thoughts. I'm not... dead? No, can't be dead. That guy looked like a nurse, not some otherwordly deity. Then again how can I know what an otherwordly deity would look like... sensation was returning to his body. He could feel his mouth was dry and his muscles were stiff. There was a pain building up in his eyes, the pain of unfulfilling sleep.
The pressure finally abated and he could open his eyes fully. It took a moment for his vision to focus, but then he could gather his surroundings. Konstantin slowly pushed himself up on his elbows and took in what little view he had. It was a small hospital room, furnished with nothing but a bed, a chair and a large cupboard. A small LED light illuminated the room, set to a cold dim white light, supposedly to help him rest. He noticed his work clothes on the chair - all tattered and bloody. Kostia looked down to realise he was in nothing but a simple blue hospital gown. Irritated, he fell back onto his pillow and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his left hand. I nearly got killed by those mog'romp... I remember Mark's voice... What the hell happened out there? And why am I here, don't they have healing pods? His head was completely clear now, but he could not find the answers he was looking for. The nurse was gone as well, so Kostia decided sleeping would be his best option right now and dozed off.
"Um, sir?" A hand gently shook him out of his nap. Konstantin mumbled something incoherent and refused to wake up fully. "Sir, I'm sorry, but you have to leave. We can't keep you here once the sedative has worn off," the hand shook him again, more firmly. The young scout turned towards the nurse and pushed himself to his elbows. "What? Why? Why am I even here?" he demanded with displeasure in his voice.
"I'm sorry, but we don't have room for you. We've only got a few beds and a lot of people get injured. Not everyone can use a medical pod, either, so we have to treat some people the old-fashioned way, which takes a lot of time. You were healed in a pod, but put here to wait for your sedative to wear off," the nurse explained calmly, with an apologetic smile on his face. Kostia got the impression that this man was an idealist - someone who wanted to help people above all else. Not a practical stance, but he admired people with convictions like that.
"Okay, uh, but... My clothes are kind of ruined," he nodded towards the neat little pile on the chair. I can't leave with a hospital gown, can I?
"We can issue you a new set of clothes. You can keep them if you want, but it will cost you an additional fee," the nurse put a couple of inputs into his PDA. "I'll go fetch them for you," he added and left the room. Konstantin sank back into the sheets, staring blankly at the ceiling. I should have asked for a glass of water, he thought, feeling the dryness of his throat.
***
The hospital clothes were plain, but at least they were comfortable. Kostia considered keeping them - would save him a shopping trip a few weeks down the line. He unlocked the door to his apartment, stepped inside. It was considerably less dusty than he expected - possibly because he was sent home about halfway into the expedition - but his first action was to crack the window and let fresh air come inside. He needed to do some dusting, but postponed that to tomorrow. Near-death experiences give you perspective on the pointlessness of actions such as cleaning your apartment. It was more like a room, really. He had been assigned a small l-shaped flat, which was just a single room, with a tiny kitchen area in one corner and his bed in another. Thankfully, the bathroom in the third corner had been separated by an opaque glass partition with a sliding door. It had a small coffee table in the middle with a couple of pillows for sitting and little else in terms of furnishing. It's not like a scout needed much luxury when he was away in the jungles most of the time.
Kostia sat on his bed and unrolled the bundle of clothes he had been carrying. His work pants were still in an ok shape - a couple of stitches and a good wash were all they needed. All of his other clothes could at best be used as rags, but the chunks of congealed blood made him decide throwing them away would be a better option. The young man sighed, threw the clothes into the corner and leaned back against the wall. He had left all his personal possessions at camp and needed to wait for his crew to send them to him. Which could take a couple of days still, depending on whether or not they happen upon some pilot going back into the City.
At least he had the tablet on his wall. He got up and put his fingerprint on the sensor. The computer powered on. Kostia entered his password and checked his messages. Lots of spam, but there were messages from Joshua and Anna. He opened the one from Anna first, fearing the scolding Joshua might give.
"Told you to carry a weapon with you, you idiot. We've given Mark your rations as a way of thanking him for saving your life. I'm sure you won't mind. And now I have to work more to make up for your stupidity TT
Don't get yourself killed while we're not there to protect you. See you in a week :)
P.S.: Mark asked me to tell you you're an idiot."
He smiled and closed the message. Well, the crew seemed to taking it quite well. He expected them to be angrier. A bit relieved, he opened Joseph's message.
"That was incredibly stupid. We'll talk more when we get back. I'll make sure your possessions are safe until we can arrange them to be transported back to the City."
It was pretty much what he expected from Joshua, but it still made him dread the day he would have to meet his leader again. Joshua was not the kind to report these sort of incidents to the upper management, but Kostia did not look forward to the lecture he would get about safety and working as a team. He scrolled through the newsfeed, looking for something to distract him from the events of the past 24 hours. | I M P O S T O R ( L E N N A / H O L L A ) Female ● Twenty-Three ● Miner-Overseer / Fame Seeker
P E R S O N A L I T Y Lenna is serious, and can be very intense during a disagreement. Jokes and small talk tend to annoy her, as she prefers to only talk about the task at hand. In relaxed settings she can be more approachable, but most are put off by her abrasive nature. Those that can deal with her rough edges often find her a dependable, passionate person.
Holla on the other hand tends to be bubbly and takes little of anything very seriously. Her flirty, friendly nature makes her easy to get along with. She can seem like a bit of a spaz, and has a reputation for being an air head. But those that know her are aware neither of those are true.
A P P E A R A N C E Lenna likes to look business like, always in uniform, always with black curtain hair. This doesn't ever change, even when off the job site. You can feel her presence as a professional when she enters the room. This isn't to say she doesn't switch up her colors. Her favorite uniforms are white, grey, navy blue, and crimson. With an exception to white, Lenna tries to avoid wearing bright colors, and never wears black.
Holla on the other hand likes to look feminine and cute. That's what she'd tell you, but there are plenty of guys (and some girls) that find her outfits provocative as well. It isn't far from the truth to call her outfits costumes, as her clothes are typically inspired by maids, nurses, club wear, and the like. She also loves to accessorize. Holla also has long, golden hair that she styles differently each day.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y
Lenna was always the family favorite, which is why she was too damn proud. As the oldest daughter, she took over her parents family owned mining operation and became owner, manager, and overseer of the entire mobile operation. This happened after years of studying and putting time into her job. She ruled with an iron fist, suspending pay or firing people who couldn't keep up with her. But those that could enjoyed pay and safety that only Lenna's expertise could provide.
Not much is known about Holla's life on earth, but she was a huge internet sensation. She never worked with any official companies, but the world of mass media was flooded with her pictures and videos. She stared in some home made movies, and did singing as well. She never became famous in real life, but she was an internet sensation that spent a fair bit of time in the lime light.
Lenna's fame and Holla's charm were both things the people felt could be useful in a new world. while both received invitations, only one of them boarded the Noah. It's unclear who entered and what became of the other woman. What is known is that miraculously, both woman are now on Awilix.
Lenna has resumed her mining, but Holla has gone from becoming an internet sensation to a real celebrity. She's started appearing in holo magazines and rumored to appear in the first movie ever filmed on Awilix. The survival efforts aren't really focusing on the return of modern entertainment at this time, but Holla is still pushing strong for this. In her words: "The only way to return to the modern times is through entertainment! We will stop being survivors when we can sit down and enjoy stories about tantalizing woman, and the men who abduct or save them!"
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S Impostor
» C A P A B I L I T I E SWhen active, She can alter her physical body to look like someone else. Specifically, she can grow out or shorten her hair, change her hair's color, skin tone, body shape, and apparent age. She cannot change the shape of her skeleton structure, sex, or change her mass.
» D R A W B A C K SHer eyes will always be lit up when she's using imposer. This can make people suspicious of her, and makes it almost impossible to take the form of certain people.
W E A P O N S As a miner, Lenna has access to lots of deconstructing tools, from mining tools to explosives. She seldom carries such tools on her person. However, the two tools she's most likely to carry are...
Vein Buster: This device isn't much bigger than a pistol, and acts like a caulk gun in it's operation. The Vein Buster rapidly pushes out an explosive gel. The gel formulation is fairly stable, and will only detonate when electricity is sent through it. Miners detonate the gel by inserting a microchip into the gel, and then commanding the chip to spark with a remote. The Vein Buster is also used by law enforcement to breech locked doors, and by assassins to set traps.
Pocket Pickax: As the name implies, it's a one-handed tool for chipping apart rocks. It works by shooting photon bullets designed to break up smaller rocks. while surprisingly accurate, the tool's bullets aren't very strong. This lower energy level is to ensure the tool lasts long enough to do it's job and not throw debris into the miner's face. while effective on harder substances, the bullets aren't as effective at breaking apart softer objects like human tissue. Getting shot with this feels a bit like getting punched by a bare knuckle boxer. Head shots have the potential to knock out people at close range, but often just daze tougher people.
Holla on the other hand is always in possession of a home made "pepper bomb" to ward off overzealous fans and lustful stalkers. The pepper bomb is actually made from a native plant called "Venus thorn." The red plant is ground up, mixed with distilled water, and then stored under pressure in a fogging canister. Venus thorn is poisonous, but non-lethal. Touching the poison on it's ground up flesh causes a severe yet momentary burning sensation by tricking the nerves into thinking they are on fire. As soon as the poison is absorbed into the body, the effect wears off. The effects seldom last longer than four or five seconds, but the pain makes it almost impossible to stand or handle tools properly. |
47,371 | 1,284 | 23 | 377 | 25,988 | Abigale studied the body, giving another sigh. There was such high hopes for the land, but it was clear to her that whatever they grew here would kill them. Why had the foolish farm hand eaten the tomato without waiting for the proper testing? Not that he deserved to die for that. It was just such a waste...She looked back to the woman that had approached her. She knew she should choose her words carefully.She couldn't help but think that maybe if she had been on hand, she would have been able to do something. Would she have been able to heal this Reggie as fast as the..it had to be some kind of acid, killed him? She might never know. She could do so much, and yet she was limited to where she was, and the extent of her own strength.
She gave another sigh, and said softly "There is a lot that I can actually take from Reggie himself. I know its not much, but if I can find out what...what it was, then maybe I can help figure out why it happened and what we can do to avoid such a thing happening again." She meant for her words to be comforting-sometimes people found it comforting to know that a persons death wasn't meaningless, and that by their death, others might be saved. She only hoped that she could find something that might help them.
"Um. Everythings different here, and I haven't worked out a protocol yet, but did he have any family here? I...I know its hard...really, I do...I would like to do an autopsy on him, to find out all I can, and...I assume there is someone that tests the produce? Would you be able to get them to contact me?" She knew she might have been sounding a little...cold, distant, but it was how Abigale could get through this. She gave a wince, before saying "I'm sorry. I...I really am. The lose of anyone is tragic, and I can see that...that he meant a lot to you. I imagine you've all become family out here...if you, or any of the others need a helping hand, I am more then happy to ablige. Thats all part of the healing process, too" She just couldn't seem to keep herself at a distance. A flaw in her medical abilities, Abigale cared too much about her patients, dead or alive, and her own heart ached from loss, that she wished to reach out to ones suffering from a pretty recent one. | Abigale Matson
Female● 25 ● Doctor
P E R S O N A L I T Y Abigale is a bright, outgoing, energetic woman. She is overly curious, often getting herself into one form of trouble or another, but typically finds herway out of it with an excellent story. She is quite an empathetic person, often sitting for hours at a time with someone if they are distressed, generally making them feel better and indeed, Abigale would give you the shirt of her back if that was all she had to give. Generally insightful and wise beyond her years, Abigale is typically modest, and allows people to come to things in their own time, given a slight nudge every now and then.
A P P E A R A N C E Abigale stands at 5"7. she has long black hair, and grey eyes. Her skin is a light brown, neither causcasian nor dominican, it typically represents skin tanend by the sun. She typically wears her hair back in a pony tail, but also enjoys wearing it down. She typically wears pants and a shirt, anything that is loose in which she can move in, and is comfortable. She wears practical, comfortable shoes.
B A C K G R O U N D / H I S T O R Y Born to a loving family, the first two years of Abigale's life were perfect. Her parents loved her, cared for her, and gave her a wonderful life. Yet a month after her second birthday, disaster struck. Her mother was killed, and her father was left to raise her. However, her father couldn't seem to stay in one place very long. They were always moving. When Abigale was five, they finally settled down, and Abigale, bright and curious, often tried to get her father to go out with a woman he seemed to like. She would often find ways for him to be around the woman, wanting her father to be happy.
At school, Abigale was bright, determined, and focused. She excelled, and by the time she was 16, she had graduated. She immediately began to study to become a doctor, by this time her father had married the woman she had often tried to get him to date, and she had two younger siblings that she doted on. Choosing a college close by, so she could often come back and stay with her family, Abigale did well in her studies, just graduating when she was approached for the Noah project. Abigale struggled with her decision, not wanting to leave her family, but ultimately it was her fathers will to give her a good life, that had made her choose to accept.
In her new life, Abigale mourns the loss of her family, of her young brother and sister, but more importantly of her father. For a long time, it had just been him and her. She had wanted to make him proud, and everything she did, it was for him. Abigale worked hard to establish a medical centre, and to provide valued care to those that needed it in their strange new world.
L U N O S A B I L I T I E S
Healing touch
» C A P A B I L I T I E SAbigale can restore others to their optimal health, curing any damanged organs, any wounds, broken bones, diseases and poisoning. However, she is unable to heal the dead, but can bring someone back from near death.
» D R A W B A C K SAbigale must have contact with someone to heal them, and can take time to heal the wounds. Her healing abilities are also painful to the recipient, and to herself, and she must be careful when healing not to damange herself, as the healing uses her own energy, as well as the patients, to heal.
W E A P O N S
The only weapon Abigale uses is a dagger, and merely for self-defense. She knows how to use it, but she doesn't like to |
47,372 | 1,285 | 0 | 1,386 | 349 | link23454
Being a computer scientist-in-training, Darrin is an avant gamer. He spends most of his time either fiddling with his computer, finding any part to it he could upgrade, or playing games. Recently, he got his hands on an amusphere as well as a game his friend over-seas told him about. His friend said that it wouldn’t be easy, but it was definitely worth a try.
Confusing Darrin with this comment, Darrin decides to look up the game online before he plays. What he finds is astonishing.
There are multiple posts about the game, none with great detail on the game itself, but all sharing one thing in common: a video. Watching the video, Darrin can understand why people are as vague as they are about the game, as the video shows a man who is a part of a gang of world criminals. That gang is Laughing Coffin, a notorious guild from the game that started it all: Sword Art Online. Thinking about that, Darrin looks over the case of the game in his hand, pauses for a second, then slaps his forehead hard enough force to leave a mark, as the game, Safehold Assault Online, is still SAO for short. The only thing he is thinking is how stuck the Laughing Coffin guild is in the virtual world.
Either way, after properly bandaging his forehead, Darrin grabs his new amusphere and game, sets it up and fires it up. A few calibrations are ran to ensure the amusphere is working properly, then the game begins loading. About three seconds pass, and Darrin is greeted by the system, “Welcome, to S.A.O. Please fill in your information for security purposes.” Really, Darrin though as the system said SAO like it was nothing, but also because of the “security purposes.” A list for generic info you would give to a banker for a new car loan or something appears before Darrin. Reluctantly, Darrin puts in his information truthfully and begins the real work, as the system continues, “Please put in your initial stats.”
Looking at it, Darrin feels that the stat list is pretty small. And to have 100 points to allocate right of the bat? “Man, these guys must really be confident……. or cocky. One of the two,” Darrin said out loud as he continued to put in stats evenly, since he wasn’t sure how they worked, and he couldn’t find a guide to explain the game, so he is at a loss. Once completing his stats, the system continues as he is ported, “Have fun, Player.” Then the voice changes for a quick second to a manly, evil voice, “And good luck.”
The world today is in a state of more or less panic. After the announcement made by Laughing Coffin, things began to change... drastically. World Leaders began putting old rivalries behind them and stated pooling their resources together in order to find LC, people kept claming to be apart of LC all around the world, and the economy blew up due to everyone's fear that they would be a target for LC, making them believe they neede to stock up on 'apocalypse' supplies.
While that was happening in the real world, the virtual world began to see some changes. Online games began shutting down out of fear that LC was inside it, others began changing to worship the LC guild, while very few were unaffected by LC.
And all this happened within days of the video being posted. It really goes to show how much one group of people can change the world.
On another note, things began to change within this new SAO was changing. Some players stopped signing in after a while, other who died just disappeared all-together, and many players who were still alive began to change and show more of who the really were inside. It turned pretty bloody.... technically. No blood since it was just a game, but many people began dying left and right. While many turned into honest murderers, almost double that amount turned into protectors, body guards, bounty hunters, etc. You name it, and they became it. | Real Name: Darrin GuillotPlayer Name: link23454 (aka: Link or D)Color: DeepPink or FF1493Nationality: AmericaDescription: Neutral GoodReal Life Story(job and living status is fine): Currently a computer programmer, and lives alone in a high security complex.Role in-game:Goes in unhanded, as this SAO allows unhanded combat.Tries to draw the attention of all attackers slower than him.Has unparalleled speed with his hands and legs. Everything else though? …………………Why are they playing?: Honestly for the money. Even if the money is a lie, at least he feels that something good could come out of attempting the game.Play Style Focus: If the story/lore is interesting, he will focus less on what he is getting and his stats. Otherwise, he likes stats and items more.Stats:Level: 1STR: 17VIT: 17AGI: 16DEX: 16HIT: 17DGE: 17HP: 250/250
Weapon: Unhanded
DMG: 0
SPD: 30
GVN: STR
Armor
Head: Starter Gear: +1
Arm: Starter Gear: +1
Chest: Starter Gear: +1
Legs: Starter Gear: +1
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 26
DEF: 29 |
47,373 | 1,285 | 1 | 902 | 430 | Mikael brushed his brown hair backwards into a rough backslick and smiled that NerveGear was going to put him to the test for real as soon as he goes online into this new SAO game.
Better up for his studies the LC seemed to host this game server too. Allowing himself to laugh briefly before installing himself onto place for the game Safehold Assault Online.
The game booted up briefly until the title screen started up and he got to the character creation.
Name, Eld Brinna the swedish influenced choice ment Fire Burning, more or less but hey, not many would catch that and it had a good ring to it. Going for a tank build he focused his stats on VIT, STR and HIT, skipping dodge as Defensive focuses made the most sense when aiming for the servers top tier players and making his own acknowledged rank.
He did feel quite nervous going into the game with the equipment he had running him, but it was also very liberating and Mikael could always find comfort that his general mmo skills was pretty bad ass. It still sucked though that he would have to discover alot of the class tuning out by himself.
"Have fun..." a voice said and another voice added "and good luck" "Alright!" Mikael said to himself as he sent himself finished and ready to spawn. It was then that a bright light hit his face and he found himself infront of a new world... | Real Name: Mikael Kovenas.
Player Name: Eld Brinna.
Nationality: Sweden.
Color: Plum.
Description: Mikael has semi long brown hair often in a messy backslick, green eyes, rather muscular yet not out of proportions and not as bulky as one would imagine their typical muscles man how that is? Because he never uses a car or if possible deny public transportation options so biking or running to colleage for 15 kilometers a day do give its share of workout. It basically carries over to the character though in game his just covered in armor and tries to cover up his face for the most.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Real Life Story(job and living status is fine): Single, lives alone in a suburban apartment studying psychology and medicin.
Role in-game: Free spirited and self proclaimed protector.
> Plays his way by utilizing shield and sword to "tank".
> Excelling shield skills before sword he is naturally talanted as a tank.
Why are they playing?: Hero complex? While studying hard he is also a very entusiastic gamer and forum surfer. He is there to kick ass while searching for a reason to carry on? In order to put those feelings into action, he decided to get his hands on a NervGear instead of the amusphere.
Play Style Focus: Power gaming in order to reach a top tier spot among the players of the server.
Stats:
Level:4
STR:26
VIT:36
AGI:21
DEX:21
HIT:26
DGE:6
HP: 448/448
Weapon: Sword and Shield
DMG: 14
SPD: 80
GVN: STR
Shield: -15% to all incoming physical dmg. drops DGE to 0 while equipped.
Armor
Head: Starter Gear
Arm: Starter Gear
Chest: Starter Gear
Legs: Starter Gear
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 46
DEF: 51 |
47,374 | 1,285 | 2 | 1,883 | 2,265 | Pururut
The first floor. A wide open area where new players who are fresh and unaware of how the game works. Karen loved this area since there were trees to sleep upon and a sunny sky, that and she found easy new victims to harass. She was lucky, as today a plethora of new players joined, not anybody looking particularly easy to pounce on. Nobody that looked particularly interesting ether.
*YAWN* What a slow day, I haven't had a single person to mess with and it's almost meal time... Hello, who is that over there? Squinting her little demon eyes her tiny tail perked up with interest. A new player who was just standing there, eyes wide open, jaw touching the ground. He looked pretty naive, which means it was pranking time... She decided to stalk him in silence before approaching him. He'll keep me entertained for sure, he looks like a real dope. | Real Name: Karen March
Player Name: Pururut
Nationality: Greek
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Real Life Story: Just an avid girl gamer, she wanted to get in on the newest craze. She didn't think that it would end up like this though. Without any friends or anybody to help her. Karen was an ordinary girl who loved playing online games, she paid her rent and was able to fund her games, a fairly standard life. When the whole game went to shit, she reverted a few levels and has become far weaker than she was originally, most of her friends abandoned her or are dead. Now days, she wanders aimlessly, picking fights and causing mischief with other players.
Role in-game: No particular role. Just to enjoy her time there anyway she can, after all, that's what games are for.
> Close Combat is her forte
> Can Crush almost anything
> Doesn't particularly like fighting
> Isn't very agile as her twin claws weigh her down slightly
Why are they playing?: They got bored with other games and decided to try this one out. She tried to make friends but it didn't end so well for them... But now its personal, she's on a mission to recover her levels and her armor, maybe even get to a higher power than what she was before.
Play Style Focus: To avoid dying and get through the damn game. Perhaps find some people who know what they're doing and won't turn on her.
Weapon: Giant Baby Demon Claws
DMG: 32
BUFF: +2 STR
SPD: 144
GVN: STR
Weapon Class: Duel Wield
Armor
Head: Baby Demon Horns: +6
Arm: -
Chest: Plain White Dress: +4
Legs: -
Neck: -
Charm: -
Ring 1: -
Ring 2: -
Stats
Level: 3
Str: 41
Vit: 22
Agi: 14
Dex: 16
Hit: 24
Dge: 9
ATK: 78
DEF: 39
HP: 338 |
47,375 | 1,285 | 3 | 1,998 | 764 | Kei stretched both of his hands up and over his head as he walked in the virtual world. He had decided to come to the first floor to take a quick relaxation break seeing as anything on the first floor was not a threat to him in no way. He let out a big yawn as he walked around quietly in the starting town. Every time he came down to the first floor town he always somehow finds a new place to visit just from wandering around. He slowly walked past the spawn in location for starting players and watched as two new players came into the game for the first time it seemed since neither of them had a weapon in hand or rather on their person. Another telling detail was that both of them looked around with eyes wide open, basically making it completely obvious that they were fresh to the game. Just off to the side He watched as a girl with snow white hair started towards one of the new players. Seeing as he was near by he decided to sit on a bench and watch the scene unfold.
「Wonder what she is planning to do...」He sat against the wooden bench that sat right across from the spawn in location. He let out his thoughts verbally but seeing as there was no one around to hear he did not care much. As he waited he did a quick check of his stats and equipment, seeing as he actually had just finished a grinding session on one of the upper floors, he wanted to see if he had gained a new level or gear that could be useful.
Once he did his brief check, he found nothing in his spoils from his grinding session so he immedaitely closed the window and went back to looking at the new spawns. | Name- Asada Keisuke
Username- Kei
Nationality- Japanese-Korean
Alignment- True Neutral
Appearance-
Real Life Story-
Keisuke, or Kei, was a gamer type he played games of all sorts. He enjoyed his times in the online world. Most of his time was spent playing Safehold Assault Online. He lived comfortably without having to worry about much really as he took his time and made sure he would be able to maximize the time in the online world. Kei is the type to like a good challenge so upon hearing about the whole ordeal with the game he immediately went and made a new character and aimed to beat the game. He didn't care for the money he just wanted to be the one to beat the game. He does own a NerveGear but he was not a survivor of the old SAO as he never actually logged in on that faithful day, as such instead of using an AmuSphere he just went ahead and decided to use the NerveGear as he did not want to have to bother with spending money to get the AmuSphere.
Role In-Game-
Wants to beat the game
Is good with medium to short range engagements
Enjoys fights but only fights when it is required
Overall tends to try and be stronger than the competition
Why Are They Playing?
Main reason is to be the person to beat the game. His secondary reason is to be in the top tier players.
Play-Style Focus-
Power Player always being ahead by a few levels of the mobs in the area. Doing his best to become the player to clear the game, but whilst being careful as he is using a NerveGear instead of a AmuSphere so death was a real thing to him.
Stats
Level- 19
STR- 58
VIT- 43
AGI- 50
DEX- 64
HIT- 61
DGE- 40
Weapon- Dual Blades- Level appropriate dual blades bought from a NPC shop.
DMG- 34
Attack Speed- 140
STR- +3
GVN- STR
Weapon Class- Dual Blade
Armor
Head- Black Hooded Cloak +2
Arm- Apprentice Level Metal Enforced Leather Gauntlets +4
Chest- Apprentice Level Single Metal Shoulder Protector +6
Legs- Apprentice Level Adventurer Pants +3
Neck-
Charm-
Ring 1-
Ring 2-
HP- 1260
ATK- 104
DEF- 83
Other- Kei spreads out his weapon mastery between four weapon classes: Dagger, One Hand Sword, Duel Wield, and Katana |
47,376 | 1,285 | 4 | 1,386 | 349 | Literally like the original SAO, the game starts you off in the, and you guessed it, Town of Beginnings. The tall fountain in the center of the plaza, the lone Cathedral in the background. Everything is pretty much the same..... except for the atmoshpere.
The first most obvious thing of note is all the other players. Normally in games like these you would think players had their weapons equiped and ready. Not a single player in sight has a weapon equipped. Also, the feeling of other players looking at you is enough to send chills down a normal person's spine, as almost every player looks away the instant you notice them. There aren't very many stores near the spawn location, so many players use it as a center of commerce, info trading, etc.
There's also a dungeon below the Cathedral, however, even seasoned players aren't able to clear out the enemies that live in the dungeon. Very few players know of it's exsistance, fewer than that actually know how to find it, and even less than that can actually tell you what resides in the dungeon. Hint of advice, don't. | Real Name: Darrin GuillotPlayer Name: link23454 (aka: Link or D)Color: DeepPink or FF1493Nationality: AmericaDescription: Neutral GoodReal Life Story(job and living status is fine): Currently a computer programmer, and lives alone in a high security complex.Role in-game:Goes in unhanded, as this SAO allows unhanded combat.Tries to draw the attention of all attackers slower than him.Has unparalleled speed with his hands and legs. Everything else though? …………………Why are they playing?: Honestly for the money. Even if the money is a lie, at least he feels that something good could come out of attempting the game.Play Style Focus: If the story/lore is interesting, he will focus less on what he is getting and his stats. Otherwise, he likes stats and items more.Stats:Level: 1STR: 17VIT: 17AGI: 16DEX: 16HIT: 17DGE: 17HP: 250/250
Weapon: Unhanded
DMG: 0
SPD: 30
GVN: STR
Armor
Head: Starter Gear: +1
Arm: Starter Gear: +1
Chest: Starter Gear: +1
Legs: Starter Gear: +1
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 26
DEF: 29 |
47,377 | 1,285 | 5 | 902 | 430 | (Co-Post Gin + Link)
A first look at it, was quite pale, blue and... Oh my god! a face.
Stunned from spawning face to face with a person threw Mikael off. It never stopped to amaze him, how surrealisticly real things looked inside these kind of games.
Readjusting his vision after being startled, Mikael saw the other player staring at him like he was a new person to the virtual world. "Are you ok?" the player asked, almost like he really didn't care.
What the hell do I say to that? Mikael thought, yet unable to speak up at the moment. If he held his mouth, this encounter would probably end just there and they would walk seperate ways. But in all honesty trying to not run around solo would be the wiser choice if he could convince this random beginner to it, atleast while trying to get comfortable with the game. "Okay then, I'm just gonna go now." the other player stated and started to turn around.
"W-wait!", Mikael took a deep breath, distressed by the looks of it and most likely because he found his own behavior rude. "Umh, would you mind helping me get around?" of course, sounding stupid was the best way to go about making conversations... Of sorts. Why a genius and not a bad looking guy like Mikael would even open up like that is a mystery in itself.
With a short look of confusion, the player responds, "Look, I'm just starting this game too. By the looks of it, starters aren't welcome here, so I want to start moving and find some place decent. You can follow if you want, but I'm going." The player began to walk away before any other player could approach.
"Hey, wait up!" Mikael shouted and ran after the player.
A few minutes pass, and the player walks into a store that looks pretty friendly. When they step inside, the player sighs in releif, "God. It's like their trying to kill us out there." The player's mood seemed to change almost imedeately from sour to friendly. "By the way, the names's Link. Or D, which ever's easier to remember."
Mikael nodded, "I am Eld Brinna, but just call me Eld for short." Mikael looked around him, the store did have an easier atmoshpere and while it was hard escaping the tension outside this felt like it was as good as it was going to get. "So, weapon time?" Eld asked, he was not that new but it was quite odd and different to spawn unarmed but armored. Perhaps that was a sign on what to expect around here.
"Weapon time? What do you mean by that? There should be...." Scrolling through his menu, Link noticed there was nothing. Not a darn thing in his inventory, and this seemed to make Link a little uneasy. "Huh. That's a little odd. Games like this usually start you with a weapon and some healing items, but there's nothing." He continued looking through his menus.
"Mh, I noticed that too... Do you think there Is a tutorial or beginners quest to gain it from or maybe it means that we should buy it ourselves?" Mikael asked looking at Link.
"Well, this is a generic goods store, so there should be a weapon or two lying around. Plus, it looks like we have more than enough to get it." Link sounded as though he was trying to convince himself of something. As he looked at his menu, he began scratching his head.
"Is something the matter?" Mikael asked, his accent breaking through for the first time, Link seemed puzzled to Mikael.
Meanwhile he pushed up his helm visor revealing his green eyes to this world for the first time.
"I think there just might be a problem." Link walked over to the NPC clerk and began talking to him. Mikael couldn't hear what they were talking about from the door, but when Link turned to face him, he knew that something was horribly wrong.
Mikael smiled in hopes to lighten the situation, "So?" he asked Link with the same puzzled expression.
"There's no healing," Link sounded defeated. Mikael saw that Link was in total confusion combined with a little irritation. After Link gathered himself, he opened his menu and waved Mikael over. Stepping to Link's side, he saw Link's skill menu. Link was pointing a specific skill that read Increase HP regen by one every ten seconds.
Painfully Mikael bit his lower lip, No healing except the natural regen huh... Tsk a short moment of intense staring Mikael lowered his head, "Good thing that I aimed for tank then... However, without heals even a tank won't hold out to long, so Link do you think there are other skills and equipments that could help out with that?"
Now rubbing his forehead, Link replied, "Considering who made this game, I highly doubt that." Link paused for a second before continuing, "Either way, you should be able to get some weapons here."
Mikael nodded and started to browse among the various weapons in the shop, "Here we are, a sword and a shield, brilliant." Mikael claimed, very basic just as the name suggested but the gear is not worse than it's user. "This fits just fine and the weight doesn't feel all too awkward."
Mikael spinned his sword around and felt around how the mobility when wielding his shield and suprisingly well. So paying for the sword and shield he took a glance at Link, "So, what about you, finding anything which fancies you?"
Link looked back and forth between his hands and his skill menu, then spoke, "I'm gonna do it. I'm going to challenge this world with my own hands." For a second, Link seemed to forget about the skills and healing and continued, "Besides, I've never really felt comfortable holding a weapon."
Mikael scratched his chin a bit and focused his eyes on Link, "Do you mean... Have you held a weapon with your own hands before... Or is that just virtually speaking?" it was definetly pushy of Mikael to ask, but something with his own comfort had to know.
"Oh, no. Nothing serious like that," Link explained. "IRL, I actually studied karate for a while, so I was planning on testing out the system to see if the skills impliment unhanded combat. Just my gamer spirit talking." As Link talked about himself and his love for video games, Link seemed to be more relaxed.
Mikael breathed out, "Puh, man you had me holding my breath there, well wether you had or not surely would've had its rational reason. So martial art ey? Badass stuff my friend." Mikael smiled and allowed himself to relax.
Looking out the window, Link began, "Yeah, learning self-defence just for fun is good and all," then he points out the window, "but it's time like these when those skills become handy, forgive the pun." Mikael looked out the window and saw a suspicious looking girl with white hair. | Real Name: Mikael Kovenas.
Player Name: Eld Brinna.
Nationality: Sweden.
Color: Plum.
Description: Mikael has semi long brown hair often in a messy backslick, green eyes, rather muscular yet not out of proportions and not as bulky as one would imagine their typical muscles man how that is? Because he never uses a car or if possible deny public transportation options so biking or running to colleage for 15 kilometers a day do give its share of workout. It basically carries over to the character though in game his just covered in armor and tries to cover up his face for the most.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Real Life Story(job and living status is fine): Single, lives alone in a suburban apartment studying psychology and medicin.
Role in-game: Free spirited and self proclaimed protector.
> Plays his way by utilizing shield and sword to "tank".
> Excelling shield skills before sword he is naturally talanted as a tank.
Why are they playing?: Hero complex? While studying hard he is also a very entusiastic gamer and forum surfer. He is there to kick ass while searching for a reason to carry on? In order to put those feelings into action, he decided to get his hands on a NervGear instead of the amusphere.
Play Style Focus: Power gaming in order to reach a top tier spot among the players of the server.
Stats:
Level:4
STR:26
VIT:36
AGI:21
DEX:21
HIT:26
DGE:6
HP: 448/448
Weapon: Sword and Shield
DMG: 14
SPD: 80
GVN: STR
Shield: -15% to all incoming physical dmg. drops DGE to 0 while equipped.
Armor
Head: Starter Gear
Arm: Starter Gear
Chest: Starter Gear
Legs: Starter Gear
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 46
DEF: 51 |
47,378 | 1,285 | 6 | 1,883 | 2,265 | Pururut
Drat. She had been spotted. Well, to be fair, she practically had her face plastered up against the window like a small child. Damn it, they've seen me.. Now what do I do?... Its been like forever since I last messed with somebody. . .thought the girl as she quickly ducked out of sight. If she plays along, maybe they'll feel sorry for her and she can get some freebies... It had been awhile since she scammed somebody out of their items... There were many things she considered doing...
Marching inside the shop she accused the two boys of doing a dastardly deed. How dare you frighten such a cute and innocent girl like myself! Why, if I had half a mind I would slap you for your perverted nature! Although she spoke with an angry induced tone, the effect was not that amazing because of how short in comparison she was to the boys. A little more than half their size. Estimated of course. Rounded up to the nearest centimeter. As repayment for your devastatingly rude attitudes to a veteran player such as myself! I'll be initiating a... Quickly turning around and squatting, she used her small demon hands to count with her fingers. After counting a considerable amount, she faced the two boys and demanded her price. "Um, 500,000 Cor fine! And if you can't pay it now, then I'll just have to tag along and deduct funds from your party! I assume you two are a party, right?
It was a good thing that Pururut wasn't afraid to start a scene in a public area. | Real Name: Karen March
Player Name: Pururut
Nationality: Greek
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Real Life Story: Just an avid girl gamer, she wanted to get in on the newest craze. She didn't think that it would end up like this though. Without any friends or anybody to help her. Karen was an ordinary girl who loved playing online games, she paid her rent and was able to fund her games, a fairly standard life. When the whole game went to shit, she reverted a few levels and has become far weaker than she was originally, most of her friends abandoned her or are dead. Now days, she wanders aimlessly, picking fights and causing mischief with other players.
Role in-game: No particular role. Just to enjoy her time there anyway she can, after all, that's what games are for.
> Close Combat is her forte
> Can Crush almost anything
> Doesn't particularly like fighting
> Isn't very agile as her twin claws weigh her down slightly
Why are they playing?: They got bored with other games and decided to try this one out. She tried to make friends but it didn't end so well for them... But now its personal, she's on a mission to recover her levels and her armor, maybe even get to a higher power than what she was before.
Play Style Focus: To avoid dying and get through the damn game. Perhaps find some people who know what they're doing and won't turn on her.
Weapon: Giant Baby Demon Claws
DMG: 32
BUFF: +2 STR
SPD: 144
GVN: STR
Weapon Class: Duel Wield
Armor
Head: Baby Demon Horns: +6
Arm: -
Chest: Plain White Dress: +4
Legs: -
Neck: -
Charm: -
Ring 1: -
Ring 2: -
Stats
Level: 3
Str: 41
Vit: 22
Agi: 14
Dex: 16
Hit: 24
Dge: 9
ATK: 78
DEF: 39
HP: 338 |
47,379 | 1,285 | 7 | 1,998 | 764 | The scene near the starting spawn went away quick as it moved onto a nearby store. As the two fresh spawns moved into the store, the little white haired girl followed with a considerable distance, but just enough to be coined a stalker. Then again Kei was doing pretty much the same thing as he had nothing else to do and what the little white haired girl seemed to be doing interested him. Finally she had caught up and pressed herself up against the window of the store, basically trying to announce 'I am stalking these two right here.' Kei could not help but stop and snicker to himself a bit as the scene itself was quiet hilarious. Once he had calmed himself down he casually strolled passed the girl and followed the two men into the shop, pretending to be a customer of the shop.
Obviously it wasn't long before the two males had noticed the girl outside the window. Rather one of them stared straight at her. In a moments notice the white haired girl disappeared from the window for a brief second before reappearing and entering the shop with a bit of a mischievous air to her. Kei continued to watch from one side of the shop, it was silent up until the girl had opened her mouth.「How dare you frighten such a cute and innocent...As repayment for your devastatingly rude attitudes...500,000 Gold fine! And if you can't pay it now, then I'll just have to tag along and deduct funds from your party!」He listened closely to her bring up some lies about how the two males had scared her and such, and because of such she was now demanding a large sum of Cor from the two of them. Kei again faced his face away from public view and laughed to himself a bit before opening his mouth.「Alright hold on just a minute here little one, I think you are trying to swindle these two new spawns out of money. I mean I just watched the two of them spawn in with starter gear and no weapons. How can you expect either of these to have 500,000 Cor when they just got in?」Even though he knew he could be reported by her, he still placed his hand on the head of the white haired girl.「It's not very nice to bully others you know, especially fresh spawns, even more so when the money they earn in the beginning is crucial to their survival.」 | Name- Asada Keisuke
Username- Kei
Nationality- Japanese-Korean
Alignment- True Neutral
Appearance-
Real Life Story-
Keisuke, or Kei, was a gamer type he played games of all sorts. He enjoyed his times in the online world. Most of his time was spent playing Safehold Assault Online. He lived comfortably without having to worry about much really as he took his time and made sure he would be able to maximize the time in the online world. Kei is the type to like a good challenge so upon hearing about the whole ordeal with the game he immediately went and made a new character and aimed to beat the game. He didn't care for the money he just wanted to be the one to beat the game. He does own a NerveGear but he was not a survivor of the old SAO as he never actually logged in on that faithful day, as such instead of using an AmuSphere he just went ahead and decided to use the NerveGear as he did not want to have to bother with spending money to get the AmuSphere.
Role In-Game-
Wants to beat the game
Is good with medium to short range engagements
Enjoys fights but only fights when it is required
Overall tends to try and be stronger than the competition
Why Are They Playing?
Main reason is to be the person to beat the game. His secondary reason is to be in the top tier players.
Play-Style Focus-
Power Player always being ahead by a few levels of the mobs in the area. Doing his best to become the player to clear the game, but whilst being careful as he is using a NerveGear instead of a AmuSphere so death was a real thing to him.
Stats
Level- 19
STR- 58
VIT- 43
AGI- 50
DEX- 64
HIT- 61
DGE- 40
Weapon- Dual Blades- Level appropriate dual blades bought from a NPC shop.
DMG- 34
Attack Speed- 140
STR- +3
GVN- STR
Weapon Class- Dual Blade
Armor
Head- Black Hooded Cloak +2
Arm- Apprentice Level Metal Enforced Leather Gauntlets +4
Chest- Apprentice Level Single Metal Shoulder Protector +6
Legs- Apprentice Level Adventurer Pants +3
Neck-
Charm-
Ring 1-
Ring 2-
HP- 1260
ATK- 104
DEF- 83
Other- Kei spreads out his weapon mastery between four weapon classes: Dagger, One Hand Sword, Duel Wield, and Katana |
47,380 | 1,285 | 8 | 1,386 | 349 | link23454
As the two begin to bicker back and forth, Link can't hold back his laughter anymore, and after he gains his breath, he explains, "Whoa now, 'little' lady. First let me thank you for assuming I'm a guy, since you called us perverts. Most people actually mistake the way I look for a girl, and I get hit on by men all over the place, so thanks again. Second, let me clarify why I was just laughing. You're not taller than a child, and I'm not pervert for children. So that in itself is a joke. Then there's the fact that I knew you were following us since we spawned in, so if we're guilty of being perverts, then your guilty of being a creeper, which through gaming etiquette, is the bigger crime." Link went on and on about how this little girl had messed up, but the last fact was a big one. "And lastly, if you really want to tail somebody, you might want to make sure others can't see you." He said this while pointing out the window.... again. The little girl approached the window and saw many people turn away in almost an instant as she approached. "Also, and this is just an observation, 'if I had half a brain'?" Link begins laughing again.
Looking out the window, Karen recognizes two of the people outside, mainly because they didn't turn away with everyone else. They were the last two "victims" she came across. With her experience of the game so far, she noticed that they had better armor than the last time meaning they leveled a good bit since then.
Also looking out the window out of curiosity, Kei notices the two boys as well. Even though he doesn't recognize the boys, he does recognize the armor the boys were outfitted in. He knew that even with the three lower levels in front of him, it would be incredibly dangerous to take them on if they were at the level he thought they were, considering the armor was a rare level 10 boss spawn.
Either way, the two boys were facing directly towards the store....... waiting with arms crossed. | Real Name: Darrin GuillotPlayer Name: link23454 (aka: Link or D)Color: DeepPink or FF1493Nationality: AmericaDescription: Neutral GoodReal Life Story(job and living status is fine): Currently a computer programmer, and lives alone in a high security complex.Role in-game:Goes in unhanded, as this SAO allows unhanded combat.Tries to draw the attention of all attackers slower than him.Has unparalleled speed with his hands and legs. Everything else though? …………………Why are they playing?: Honestly for the money. Even if the money is a lie, at least he feels that something good could come out of attempting the game.Play Style Focus: If the story/lore is interesting, he will focus less on what he is getting and his stats. Otherwise, he likes stats and items more.Stats:Level: 1STR: 17VIT: 17AGI: 16DEX: 16HIT: 17DGE: 17HP: 250/250
Weapon: Unhanded
DMG: 0
SPD: 30
GVN: STR
Armor
Head: Starter Gear: +1
Arm: Starter Gear: +1
Chest: Starter Gear: +1
Legs: Starter Gear: +1
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 26
DEF: 29 |
47,381 | 1,285 | 9 | 1,883 | 2,265 | Pururut
She turned her head, looking out the glass window to unfortunately see two annoyances from a previous time. Oh eww... Not them again. So totally the last thing I need right now. Pururut figured she might as well ask for help. Better off trying instead of not, right? Look you two, I'll be frank, those two, are out for my blood. To be honest, they're debt collectors ya'see! I sorta kinda owe 'em money and I don't have any on me, which is why I pounced on you lot for some. Making the cutest face possible, she tried to convince the two to aid her in her scheme. Take pity on me, help me out of this jam and I'll owe you guys a big one! I promise! Violence, negotiation, kidnapping, whatever. Just help me out here? Preeeetty please! | Real Name: Karen March
Player Name: Pururut
Nationality: Greek
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Real Life Story: Just an avid girl gamer, she wanted to get in on the newest craze. She didn't think that it would end up like this though. Without any friends or anybody to help her. Karen was an ordinary girl who loved playing online games, she paid her rent and was able to fund her games, a fairly standard life. When the whole game went to shit, she reverted a few levels and has become far weaker than she was originally, most of her friends abandoned her or are dead. Now days, she wanders aimlessly, picking fights and causing mischief with other players.
Role in-game: No particular role. Just to enjoy her time there anyway she can, after all, that's what games are for.
> Close Combat is her forte
> Can Crush almost anything
> Doesn't particularly like fighting
> Isn't very agile as her twin claws weigh her down slightly
Why are they playing?: They got bored with other games and decided to try this one out. She tried to make friends but it didn't end so well for them... But now its personal, she's on a mission to recover her levels and her armor, maybe even get to a higher power than what she was before.
Play Style Focus: To avoid dying and get through the damn game. Perhaps find some people who know what they're doing and won't turn on her.
Weapon: Giant Baby Demon Claws
DMG: 32
BUFF: +2 STR
SPD: 144
GVN: STR
Weapon Class: Duel Wield
Armor
Head: Baby Demon Horns: +6
Arm: -
Chest: Plain White Dress: +4
Legs: -
Neck: -
Charm: -
Ring 1: -
Ring 2: -
Stats
Level: 3
Str: 41
Vit: 22
Agi: 14
Dex: 16
Hit: 24
Dge: 9
ATK: 78
DEF: 39
HP: 338 |
47,382 | 1,285 | 10 | 902 | 430 | Eld Brinna
Mikael had been hearing everthing till the point of being directed towards the high level guys outside the shop whom appearantly was after the girl whom had just tried to, hustle? poorly tried to claim that Mikael and Link owed her money, clarifying that was another soul inside but in all honesty, one would have to be stupid to fall for that.
"Excuse me a bit..." Mikael said in the midst of everyones conversation, the low volume on his voice might aswell has gone slipping everyone by.
It was as if he was drawn to step outside, "Ooooi!" Mikael shouted waving his hand at the sour players ahead of him keeping up his pace. "Is there someone inside you guys want to talk to?"
Mikael asked, keeping his voice rather positive and it wasn't like he felt pity on the girl, nor anyone else inside, he was more pissed at how a two guys was going to go after a single girl.
If she had pissed them off, that itself was never a reason to sort it out two on one, it just proves that they deserved it.
... At this point it sank into him, misheard by all means, Did Link just suggest that he is transexual? Mikael thought while locking eyes with the two idiots ahead. | Real Name: Mikael Kovenas.
Player Name: Eld Brinna.
Nationality: Sweden.
Color: Plum.
Description: Mikael has semi long brown hair often in a messy backslick, green eyes, rather muscular yet not out of proportions and not as bulky as one would imagine their typical muscles man how that is? Because he never uses a car or if possible deny public transportation options so biking or running to colleage for 15 kilometers a day do give its share of workout. It basically carries over to the character though in game his just covered in armor and tries to cover up his face for the most.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Real Life Story(job and living status is fine): Single, lives alone in a suburban apartment studying psychology and medicin.
Role in-game: Free spirited and self proclaimed protector.
> Plays his way by utilizing shield and sword to "tank".
> Excelling shield skills before sword he is naturally talanted as a tank.
Why are they playing?: Hero complex? While studying hard he is also a very entusiastic gamer and forum surfer. He is there to kick ass while searching for a reason to carry on? In order to put those feelings into action, he decided to get his hands on a NervGear instead of the amusphere.
Play Style Focus: Power gaming in order to reach a top tier spot among the players of the server.
Stats:
Level:4
STR:26
VIT:36
AGI:21
DEX:21
HIT:26
DGE:6
HP: 448/448
Weapon: Sword and Shield
DMG: 14
SPD: 80
GVN: STR
Shield: -15% to all incoming physical dmg. drops DGE to 0 while equipped.
Armor
Head: Starter Gear
Arm: Starter Gear
Chest: Starter Gear
Legs: Starter Gear
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 46
DEF: 51 |
47,383 | 1,285 | 11 | 1,386 | 349 | The boys popped their heads back a little, like their bodies were caught in something's momentum. They then turned to Mikael, pausing for a second, then to each other and pausing, and then back to Mikael. The boys seemed confused, and one of them piped up for a second, "Who are you?" As Mikael was about to speak, the other spoke with an authoritive, interrupting Mikael, "Better yet, forget who you are. We aren't here for you, new-comer. We're here on our own business and have no obligation to tell you anything. So why don't you and your new-comer buddy leave. It's probably better that you do."
As the two boys stood there, Mikael could tell from their body language the following things: The boy on the right, who told Mikael off, looked as though he was ready for a fight. The boy on the left, however, seemed like he didn't mind much for the other boy's actions, even though he probably wouldn't stop the boy on the right from fighting. | Real Name: Darrin GuillotPlayer Name: link23454 (aka: Link or D)Color: DeepPink or FF1493Nationality: AmericaDescription: Neutral GoodReal Life Story(job and living status is fine): Currently a computer programmer, and lives alone in a high security complex.Role in-game:Goes in unhanded, as this SAO allows unhanded combat.Tries to draw the attention of all attackers slower than him.Has unparalleled speed with his hands and legs. Everything else though? …………………Why are they playing?: Honestly for the money. Even if the money is a lie, at least he feels that something good could come out of attempting the game.Play Style Focus: If the story/lore is interesting, he will focus less on what he is getting and his stats. Otherwise, he likes stats and items more.Stats:Level: 1STR: 17VIT: 17AGI: 16DEX: 16HIT: 17DGE: 17HP: 250/250
Weapon: Unhanded
DMG: 0
SPD: 30
GVN: STR
Armor
Head: Starter Gear: +1
Arm: Starter Gear: +1
Chest: Starter Gear: +1
Legs: Starter Gear: +1
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 26
DEF: 29 |
47,384 | 1,285 | 12 | 1,998 | 764 | Kei was honestly surprised by how the girl was not phased by what he had done to her, but he didn't care much and as such decided on not making a big deal about it. The one thing the girl did react to was two male figures just across the way standing near a stall. The two of them seemed to have particular interest in the girl before Kei but, he couldn't be sure, just the way they would eye her every now and again gave him hints as to her being targeted by the two. It wasn't long before his suspicions were confirmed by the girl in question.
She had gone from being high and mighty to begging the two newcomers to help her. The worse part of it all was that she somehow got involved with a loan shark and so the two males just outside the store were debt collectors.「How do you get so poor you need to depend on a loan shark.」He didn't want to say that out loud because he knew it would cause some problems between he and her, but he ended up blurting it out without thinking. Right around the time she mentioned that the two outside were after her, one of the newcomer males excused himself and immediately made his way out the store and to the stall where the two debt collectors were at. It seemed as though something in that male newcomer clicked and as such he went on ahead to take care of the situation.「If he gets into a fight with either of those two his days will be cut short very quickly...」
He became a spectator and decided to watch the scene through the window of the store seeing as he really did not want to get involved with whatever this girl was in. | Name- Asada Keisuke
Username- Kei
Nationality- Japanese-Korean
Alignment- True Neutral
Appearance-
Real Life Story-
Keisuke, or Kei, was a gamer type he played games of all sorts. He enjoyed his times in the online world. Most of his time was spent playing Safehold Assault Online. He lived comfortably without having to worry about much really as he took his time and made sure he would be able to maximize the time in the online world. Kei is the type to like a good challenge so upon hearing about the whole ordeal with the game he immediately went and made a new character and aimed to beat the game. He didn't care for the money he just wanted to be the one to beat the game. He does own a NerveGear but he was not a survivor of the old SAO as he never actually logged in on that faithful day, as such instead of using an AmuSphere he just went ahead and decided to use the NerveGear as he did not want to have to bother with spending money to get the AmuSphere.
Role In-Game-
Wants to beat the game
Is good with medium to short range engagements
Enjoys fights but only fights when it is required
Overall tends to try and be stronger than the competition
Why Are They Playing?
Main reason is to be the person to beat the game. His secondary reason is to be in the top tier players.
Play-Style Focus-
Power Player always being ahead by a few levels of the mobs in the area. Doing his best to become the player to clear the game, but whilst being careful as he is using a NerveGear instead of a AmuSphere so death was a real thing to him.
Stats
Level- 19
STR- 58
VIT- 43
AGI- 50
DEX- 64
HIT- 61
DGE- 40
Weapon- Dual Blades- Level appropriate dual blades bought from a NPC shop.
DMG- 34
Attack Speed- 140
STR- +3
GVN- STR
Weapon Class- Dual Blade
Armor
Head- Black Hooded Cloak +2
Arm- Apprentice Level Metal Enforced Leather Gauntlets +4
Chest- Apprentice Level Single Metal Shoulder Protector +6
Legs- Apprentice Level Adventurer Pants +3
Neck-
Charm-
Ring 1-
Ring 2-
HP- 1260
ATK- 104
DEF- 83
Other- Kei spreads out his weapon mastery between four weapon classes: Dagger, One Hand Sword, Duel Wield, and Katana |
47,385 | 1,285 | 13 | 1,883 | 2,265 | Pururut
An interesting turn of events had begun to unravel itself before her. After babbling some crap about debt collectors and her shameful supposed debt, it seems like one of the two newbies believed her. The other one still being stubborn and the other interloper just seemed to keep to them self, although they made a pretty observant comment. If that guy fought them alone, he probably won't be alive much longer.
Hmm... We should probably stop him.
...
Silence throughout the shop. What was this strange feeling Pururut felt inside? Could it be guilt? No, impossible, she had messed with millions before these two, why now? ... She sighed. I suppose I'll have to throw myself to the wolves. As evil as I am, I don't suppose I can let another player die because of my own misdeeds. Truth be told, I have no idea who those two are, perverts I assume. Clenching her fists quickly, her hands and wrists became shrouded in a blue fire, which phased into two rather large gauntlet like claws. Turning back to the two she said If you would like to aid me in this, I would be eternally grateful, I'll do anything you ask, I'll also keep the lying to a minimum from now on. Before getting ready for a fight. Thinking to herself, she wondered if she could simply scare them away, without having to get into some unnecessary conflict... | Real Name: Karen March
Player Name: Pururut
Nationality: Greek
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Real Life Story: Just an avid girl gamer, she wanted to get in on the newest craze. She didn't think that it would end up like this though. Without any friends or anybody to help her. Karen was an ordinary girl who loved playing online games, she paid her rent and was able to fund her games, a fairly standard life. When the whole game went to shit, she reverted a few levels and has become far weaker than she was originally, most of her friends abandoned her or are dead. Now days, she wanders aimlessly, picking fights and causing mischief with other players.
Role in-game: No particular role. Just to enjoy her time there anyway she can, after all, that's what games are for.
> Close Combat is her forte
> Can Crush almost anything
> Doesn't particularly like fighting
> Isn't very agile as her twin claws weigh her down slightly
Why are they playing?: They got bored with other games and decided to try this one out. She tried to make friends but it didn't end so well for them... But now its personal, she's on a mission to recover her levels and her armor, maybe even get to a higher power than what she was before.
Play Style Focus: To avoid dying and get through the damn game. Perhaps find some people who know what they're doing and won't turn on her.
Weapon: Giant Baby Demon Claws
DMG: 32
BUFF: +2 STR
SPD: 144
GVN: STR
Weapon Class: Duel Wield
Armor
Head: Baby Demon Horns: +6
Arm: -
Chest: Plain White Dress: +4
Legs: -
Neck: -
Charm: -
Ring 1: -
Ring 2: -
Stats
Level: 3
Str: 41
Vit: 22
Agi: 14
Dex: 16
Hit: 24
Dge: 9
ATK: 78
DEF: 39
HP: 338 |
47,386 | 1,285 | 14 | 1,386 | 349 | The boys, getting impatient with Mikael's attempts to converse with them, were surprised when they saw Karen coming out of the store. They knew her from a previous 'run' with her, where she tried to take a valuable item from them and run off with itand some money. Anger Boy (the boy on the right) almost instantly recognized her, and he began materializing his sword. Level-Head Boy (the boy on the left) recognized her immediately as well. However, instead of materalizing his weapon, he jumped on his friend, pinning him to the ground. "LET ME GO! LET ME AT 'ER!!! I'M GONNA KILL HER!!" Anger Boy made his intentions quite clear as he yelled this at the top of his lungs.
Level-Head Boy pleaded with his friend, "NO! WE AGREED WE WOULDN'T DO ANYTHING TO HER IF WE MADE ALL THAT MONEY BACK. WE DID, AND NOW YOU HAVE TO UPHOLD YOUR SIDE OF THE AGREEMENT!! DON'T MAKE THIS ANY HARDER ON US, YOU IDIOT!!" For reasons yet to be known to the players in front of them, the boys seemed to have different intentions than to go after Karen.
A few seconds pass, and the players' questions are answered. As Kei walks out the store a few seconds after Karen, Anger Boy begins to calm down and Level-Head Boy gets a big smile. From Mikael's point of view, he can tell it's an honest smile. However, the rest of his body tells a different story. "Ah! Just the man we're looking for. If I understand correctly, you, sir, are Keisuke. Your the man everyone calls The Monster Fang, correct?" Kei nods, but looks confused. "Okay, that's good. We're not here to fight anyone, so let me put that knife in the drawer," Level-Head Boy smiles while saying this, but Mikael still sees the subtle changes the rest of his body makes, which don't add up with his comments. Either way, Level-Head Boy continues, "What we do want is to come with you on your grinding runs. We've gotten some good armor and weapons, but they still don't suit our style, so we were hoping you might take us up as lackies for a while, mainly so we can level up as fast as you do." The entire time he says this, he has his friend pinned down, who has gone quite. Mikael can tell that, looking him up and down (given he's on the ground, so technically left and right), his body laguage also says something different from what his face is telling. Very quickly, Mikael looks back towards the shop door. He notices Link in the window, shaking his head.
From Karen's POV, it's hard to tell if Level-Head Boy is still mad at her for stealing the item and money from them, but Anger Boy was quite clear. Though, as angry as he sounded, even she finds it wierd that the boy has gone completely silent in a mater of seconds.
From Kei's POV, he just heard a name people have been calling him behind his back. (I can't for sure say what Keisuke is thinking, so I will leave that up to his player). And yes, even he finds it weird that an anrgy boy shows no care in his hatred's target, just seconds after his true objective arrives. | Real Name: Darrin GuillotPlayer Name: link23454 (aka: Link or D)Color: DeepPink or FF1493Nationality: AmericaDescription: Neutral GoodReal Life Story(job and living status is fine): Currently a computer programmer, and lives alone in a high security complex.Role in-game:Goes in unhanded, as this SAO allows unhanded combat.Tries to draw the attention of all attackers slower than him.Has unparalleled speed with his hands and legs. Everything else though? …………………Why are they playing?: Honestly for the money. Even if the money is a lie, at least he feels that something good could come out of attempting the game.Play Style Focus: If the story/lore is interesting, he will focus less on what he is getting and his stats. Otherwise, he likes stats and items more.Stats:Level: 1STR: 17VIT: 17AGI: 16DEX: 16HIT: 17DGE: 17HP: 250/250
Weapon: Unhanded
DMG: 0
SPD: 30
GVN: STR
Armor
Head: Starter Gear: +1
Arm: Starter Gear: +1
Chest: Starter Gear: +1
Legs: Starter Gear: +1
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 26
DEF: 29 |
47,387 | 1,285 | 15 | 902 | 430 | It wasn't that Mikael, or as displayed Eld was unsertain as to what to do at this point of the conversation but he remained smilint radiantly raising an eyebrow and crossed his arms in a respectable manner.
"As long as we are clear..." Eld said locking his green eyes on the less heated guy among the two suspicious people, "If you don't touch the girl or act out cowardly I will look past whatever happened here."
Eld bit his lower lip wondering if that was enough briefly before allowing his seriousness to go. "Well see you." He said with a smile and turned around giving Pururut a thumbs up while focusing his hearing incase they changed their mind. | Real Name: Mikael Kovenas.
Player Name: Eld Brinna.
Nationality: Sweden.
Color: Plum.
Description: Mikael has semi long brown hair often in a messy backslick, green eyes, rather muscular yet not out of proportions and not as bulky as one would imagine their typical muscles man how that is? Because he never uses a car or if possible deny public transportation options so biking or running to colleage for 15 kilometers a day do give its share of workout. It basically carries over to the character though in game his just covered in armor and tries to cover up his face for the most.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Real Life Story(job and living status is fine): Single, lives alone in a suburban apartment studying psychology and medicin.
Role in-game: Free spirited and self proclaimed protector.
> Plays his way by utilizing shield and sword to "tank".
> Excelling shield skills before sword he is naturally talanted as a tank.
Why are they playing?: Hero complex? While studying hard he is also a very entusiastic gamer and forum surfer. He is there to kick ass while searching for a reason to carry on? In order to put those feelings into action, he decided to get his hands on a NervGear instead of the amusphere.
Play Style Focus: Power gaming in order to reach a top tier spot among the players of the server.
Stats:
Level:4
STR:26
VIT:36
AGI:21
DEX:21
HIT:26
DGE:6
HP: 448/448
Weapon: Sword and Shield
DMG: 14
SPD: 80
GVN: STR
Shield: -15% to all incoming physical dmg. drops DGE to 0 while equipped.
Armor
Head: Starter Gear
Arm: Starter Gear
Chest: Starter Gear
Legs: Starter Gear
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 46
DEF: 51 |
47,388 | 1,285 | 16 | 1,883 | 2,265 | Pururut
Hey ! Don't leave me out here with them! What if they're intent on just nabbing me!? Did you really not notice how idiot A was acting a second ago? Her gauntlets fazed back into nothing, showing her fair bare hands on curled into fists at her sides. With a huff she continued to bicker at the one known as Eld. You've gotta some kinda crazy just to believe anything people tell you. Turning back to the two imbeciles, one still dog pilled on the other, she questioned the smarter looking one.
So, what do you want from me? I don't even remember who the heck you two are, but if you've got some kinda beef with me, you should deal with it like a real man, without boofy armor do you have any actual fighting experience? I mean just because you become a high level through grinding off others and buy expensive gear, it doesn't mean you'll be any good at the game. That's just a pro-tip for you hahaa! This game actually takes skill mind you. *yawn* Pururut had began to become tired from the craziness that had happened. On her edge of the world, it had become late. She considered getting off soon and going to bed. | Real Name: Karen March
Player Name: Pururut
Nationality: Greek
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Real Life Story: Just an avid girl gamer, she wanted to get in on the newest craze. She didn't think that it would end up like this though. Without any friends or anybody to help her. Karen was an ordinary girl who loved playing online games, she paid her rent and was able to fund her games, a fairly standard life. When the whole game went to shit, she reverted a few levels and has become far weaker than she was originally, most of her friends abandoned her or are dead. Now days, she wanders aimlessly, picking fights and causing mischief with other players.
Role in-game: No particular role. Just to enjoy her time there anyway she can, after all, that's what games are for.
> Close Combat is her forte
> Can Crush almost anything
> Doesn't particularly like fighting
> Isn't very agile as her twin claws weigh her down slightly
Why are they playing?: They got bored with other games and decided to try this one out. She tried to make friends but it didn't end so well for them... But now its personal, she's on a mission to recover her levels and her armor, maybe even get to a higher power than what she was before.
Play Style Focus: To avoid dying and get through the damn game. Perhaps find some people who know what they're doing and won't turn on her.
Weapon: Giant Baby Demon Claws
DMG: 32
BUFF: +2 STR
SPD: 144
GVN: STR
Weapon Class: Duel Wield
Armor
Head: Baby Demon Horns: +6
Arm: -
Chest: Plain White Dress: +4
Legs: -
Neck: -
Charm: -
Ring 1: -
Ring 2: -
Stats
Level: 3
Str: 41
Vit: 22
Agi: 14
Dex: 16
Hit: 24
Dge: 9
ATK: 78
DEF: 39
HP: 338 |
47,389 | 1,285 | 17 | 1,998 | 764 | Kei sighed quietly and closed his eyes going into thought. During this time he tuned out the girl's voice as she started to go into a rant about how grinding gains you no skill. 'Why do these two want anything to do with my grinding runs, I mean they both looked pretty geared as is...regardless of their style they should be able to accomplish it on their own and get the gear they want...' He opened his eyes and took one more good look at the two males before him. After a quick scan of their two avatars Kei finally made his decision.「Sorry you two, I am not really the type that would take on lackies to a grinding run, after all the two of you said it yourself, you are geared so I am sure you two alone can grind out what you guys really want. Also from what I can see of you two, you guys don't match up to my level so it would be a liability for both of you two and myself.」 | Name- Asada Keisuke
Username- Kei
Nationality- Japanese-Korean
Alignment- True Neutral
Appearance-
Real Life Story-
Keisuke, or Kei, was a gamer type he played games of all sorts. He enjoyed his times in the online world. Most of his time was spent playing Safehold Assault Online. He lived comfortably without having to worry about much really as he took his time and made sure he would be able to maximize the time in the online world. Kei is the type to like a good challenge so upon hearing about the whole ordeal with the game he immediately went and made a new character and aimed to beat the game. He didn't care for the money he just wanted to be the one to beat the game. He does own a NerveGear but he was not a survivor of the old SAO as he never actually logged in on that faithful day, as such instead of using an AmuSphere he just went ahead and decided to use the NerveGear as he did not want to have to bother with spending money to get the AmuSphere.
Role In-Game-
Wants to beat the game
Is good with medium to short range engagements
Enjoys fights but only fights when it is required
Overall tends to try and be stronger than the competition
Why Are They Playing?
Main reason is to be the person to beat the game. His secondary reason is to be in the top tier players.
Play-Style Focus-
Power Player always being ahead by a few levels of the mobs in the area. Doing his best to become the player to clear the game, but whilst being careful as he is using a NerveGear instead of a AmuSphere so death was a real thing to him.
Stats
Level- 19
STR- 58
VIT- 43
AGI- 50
DEX- 64
HIT- 61
DGE- 40
Weapon- Dual Blades- Level appropriate dual blades bought from a NPC shop.
DMG- 34
Attack Speed- 140
STR- +3
GVN- STR
Weapon Class- Dual Blade
Armor
Head- Black Hooded Cloak +2
Arm- Apprentice Level Metal Enforced Leather Gauntlets +4
Chest- Apprentice Level Single Metal Shoulder Protector +6
Legs- Apprentice Level Adventurer Pants +3
Neck-
Charm-
Ring 1-
Ring 2-
HP- 1260
ATK- 104
DEF- 83
Other- Kei spreads out his weapon mastery between four weapon classes: Dagger, One Hand Sword, Duel Wield, and Katana |
47,390 | 1,285 | 18 | 1,386 | 349 | As the players began to converse with the two boys, it began. They all knew soon enough what these two boys were doing here, and what their true objective was. How they knew? Simple. Link came rushing out the store, pushes Keisuke to the ground left of the door, then he yells, "GET BACK HERE, YOU PRICK!" and begins running in the direction of a cloaked man.
Keisuke, regaining his situation, notices a dagger on the wall. One that could paralyze him for longer than he would have liked.
Noticing he won't catch up to the cloaked man, Link stopped right in front of the two boys on the ground, now cowering in fear. "So," Link began, "explain how low level players like you get armor meant for people like the man I just pushed to the ground." The boys faces change from fear to out-right terror. "I'm sure your buddy on the ground already knows he can't take the girl. That's the only explanation as to why he would stop after having the chance to check her gear when you pinned him to the ground. On top of that, you two don't look anywhere as battle-ridden as the two behind me. So, in conclusion, if you want to get out of here alive........... I suggest you start talking."
Whoa! A turn of events had begun. Rather than Karen being the intended target, the entire time they seemed to be after Keisuke, and they seemed to have another person involved in the hunt. The boys, looked at each other, then back at Link, who was gining them a 'don't even try it' look. So reluctantly, Level-Head Boy began, "He was a Laughing Coffin member. He told us that if we helped him take out a big player like The Monster Fang, he would see to it that we got invited into the guild. I mean, It's been three years since this game has been out, and nobody has made it past floor 20. It's not like fighting them will get people anywhere." Link stares very intently at the boys, and Anger Boy pops in, "Hey, that's all we know! He only asked us to help him take Keisuke down and gave us this armor! Please! We're only barely level 2!"
Mikael, even not seeing their faces as he was turned the other way, could tell that this was the truth coming from both boys.
Keisuke, knowing that level 2's couldn't even acquire such armor, had no reason not to believe them.
The only one kind of left in the dust was Karen. The boys weren't after her, and the cloaked man clearly threw the dagger at Keisuke. She had nothing to do with this situation, besides knowing the two boys from a previous run. | Real Name: Darrin GuillotPlayer Name: link23454 (aka: Link or D)Color: DeepPink or FF1493Nationality: AmericaDescription: Neutral GoodReal Life Story(job and living status is fine): Currently a computer programmer, and lives alone in a high security complex.Role in-game:Goes in unhanded, as this SAO allows unhanded combat.Tries to draw the attention of all attackers slower than him.Has unparalleled speed with his hands and legs. Everything else though? …………………Why are they playing?: Honestly for the money. Even if the money is a lie, at least he feels that something good could come out of attempting the game.Play Style Focus: If the story/lore is interesting, he will focus less on what he is getting and his stats. Otherwise, he likes stats and items more.Stats:Level: 1STR: 17VIT: 17AGI: 16DEX: 16HIT: 17DGE: 17HP: 250/250
Weapon: Unhanded
DMG: 0
SPD: 30
GVN: STR
Armor
Head: Starter Gear: +1
Arm: Starter Gear: +1
Chest: Starter Gear: +1
Legs: Starter Gear: +1
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 26
DEF: 29 |
47,391 | 1,285 | 19 | 902 | 430 | Mikael remained silent, it felt like another day in the suburbans though very much in-game.
The rising chaotic state in the Swedish society, (despite stabile) felt very familiar in SAO too. It was almost a fact, the suburbs were moving out, the harsh and tugging ways of life was spreading. Clenching his fist Mikael felt determined to put an end to the injustice which he faced everyday, SAO was merely the beginning of it.
Walking onwards to find a place to sit and think for a moment before feeling confident to continueing to do what he came here for, to play the game. | Real Name: Mikael Kovenas.
Player Name: Eld Brinna.
Nationality: Sweden.
Color: Plum.
Description: Mikael has semi long brown hair often in a messy backslick, green eyes, rather muscular yet not out of proportions and not as bulky as one would imagine their typical muscles man how that is? Because he never uses a car or if possible deny public transportation options so biking or running to colleage for 15 kilometers a day do give its share of workout. It basically carries over to the character though in game his just covered in armor and tries to cover up his face for the most.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Real Life Story(job and living status is fine): Single, lives alone in a suburban apartment studying psychology and medicin.
Role in-game: Free spirited and self proclaimed protector.
> Plays his way by utilizing shield and sword to "tank".
> Excelling shield skills before sword he is naturally talanted as a tank.
Why are they playing?: Hero complex? While studying hard he is also a very entusiastic gamer and forum surfer. He is there to kick ass while searching for a reason to carry on? In order to put those feelings into action, he decided to get his hands on a NervGear instead of the amusphere.
Play Style Focus: Power gaming in order to reach a top tier spot among the players of the server.
Stats:
Level:4
STR:26
VIT:36
AGI:21
DEX:21
HIT:26
DGE:6
HP: 448/448
Weapon: Sword and Shield
DMG: 14
SPD: 80
GVN: STR
Shield: -15% to all incoming physical dmg. drops DGE to 0 while equipped.
Armor
Head: Starter Gear
Arm: Starter Gear
Chest: Starter Gear
Legs: Starter Gear
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 46
DEF: 51 |
47,392 | 1,285 | 20 | 1,386 | 349 | Pururut
She couldn't wrap her head around the situation. Two boys who she had messed with just showed up, freaked out after seeing her, and then completely forgot she was there the moment the guy they called Keisuke walked out of the store. Not only that, but it seemed as though the newbie kid inside the store saw a hooded figure looking at all of them, as he rushed out the store, passing Pururut, and pushing this 'Keisuke' to the ground, preventing a dagger from striking him. The newbie then proceeded to yell at the hooded figure, but that person ran away before the newbie could get his footing to catch up to him. Instead, the newbie stopped in front of the boys on the ground and confronted them, revealing why they were truly there.
Pururut felt ignored. She's used to being ignored, but this new feeling just didn't feel right. However, due to her last plee inside the store to the newbie and Keisuke, she didn't know what to say to anyone, so she kept quite and watched as the events unfolded. | Real Name: Darrin GuillotPlayer Name: link23454 (aka: Link or D)Color: DeepPink or FF1493Nationality: AmericaDescription: Neutral GoodReal Life Story(job and living status is fine): Currently a computer programmer, and lives alone in a high security complex.Role in-game:Goes in unhanded, as this SAO allows unhanded combat.Tries to draw the attention of all attackers slower than him.Has unparalleled speed with his hands and legs. Everything else though? …………………Why are they playing?: Honestly for the money. Even if the money is a lie, at least he feels that something good could come out of attempting the game.Play Style Focus: If the story/lore is interesting, he will focus less on what he is getting and his stats. Otherwise, he likes stats and items more.Stats:Level: 1STR: 17VIT: 17AGI: 16DEX: 16HIT: 17DGE: 17HP: 250/250
Weapon: Unhanded
DMG: 0
SPD: 30
GVN: STR
Armor
Head: Starter Gear: +1
Arm: Starter Gear: +1
Chest: Starter Gear: +1
Legs: Starter Gear: +1
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 26
DEF: 29 |
47,393 | 1,285 | 21 | 1,998 | 764 | Once the newbie had gotten off of Kei he immediately got up and off the floor, he knew that just now he was saved from a very bad predicament, considering that the throwing dagger that was used at him did have a paralysis poison attached to it. He sighed to himself with a bit of an angry tone and looked down at the two that were being chewed out by the newbie. They then proceeded to explain the situation seeing as they were now in backed into a corner. Kei sighed one more time before he got the two low-levels up off the floor with a helping hand.「Get up and now get away from my sight I really do not want to see you two, I am showing mercy because I could always just cut you two down but I am not that type of player or person. So while I am in a good mood move on and never appear before me again. Also a tip never get involved with a LC member there really is only one fate once you do, death.」 | Name- Asada Keisuke
Username- Kei
Nationality- Japanese-Korean
Alignment- True Neutral
Appearance-
Real Life Story-
Keisuke, or Kei, was a gamer type he played games of all sorts. He enjoyed his times in the online world. Most of his time was spent playing Safehold Assault Online. He lived comfortably without having to worry about much really as he took his time and made sure he would be able to maximize the time in the online world. Kei is the type to like a good challenge so upon hearing about the whole ordeal with the game he immediately went and made a new character and aimed to beat the game. He didn't care for the money he just wanted to be the one to beat the game. He does own a NerveGear but he was not a survivor of the old SAO as he never actually logged in on that faithful day, as such instead of using an AmuSphere he just went ahead and decided to use the NerveGear as he did not want to have to bother with spending money to get the AmuSphere.
Role In-Game-
Wants to beat the game
Is good with medium to short range engagements
Enjoys fights but only fights when it is required
Overall tends to try and be stronger than the competition
Why Are They Playing?
Main reason is to be the person to beat the game. His secondary reason is to be in the top tier players.
Play-Style Focus-
Power Player always being ahead by a few levels of the mobs in the area. Doing his best to become the player to clear the game, but whilst being careful as he is using a NerveGear instead of a AmuSphere so death was a real thing to him.
Stats
Level- 19
STR- 58
VIT- 43
AGI- 50
DEX- 64
HIT- 61
DGE- 40
Weapon- Dual Blades- Level appropriate dual blades bought from a NPC shop.
DMG- 34
Attack Speed- 140
STR- +3
GVN- STR
Weapon Class- Dual Blade
Armor
Head- Black Hooded Cloak +2
Arm- Apprentice Level Metal Enforced Leather Gauntlets +4
Chest- Apprentice Level Single Metal Shoulder Protector +6
Legs- Apprentice Level Adventurer Pants +3
Neck-
Charm-
Ring 1-
Ring 2-
HP- 1260
ATK- 104
DEF- 83
Other- Kei spreads out his weapon mastery between four weapon classes: Dagger, One Hand Sword, Duel Wield, and Katana |
47,394 | 1,285 | 22 | 1,386 | 349 | The boys didn't seem to mind Keisuke's threat, but decided to get up and leave anyways. As they disappeared around the corner of a building, the atmosphere became much lighter, and the smell of bloodlust disapated.
For the time the players stood there, staring at each other. In the mean time, other parties around the area wintessed everything happen with their own eyes. As they looked some of them cheered out, "WAY TO GO, NEWBIE!!" and, "GREAT SAVE!!", as well as, "LOOK AT THE GIRL GO." They started cheering and whistling.
They were all a little confused about the witnesses reactions, especially Karen, since she knew she was the only girl there. "See what I mentioned in the store?" Link spoke up, grabbing Keisuke's and Karen's attention, with a look of disdain. He appeared to dislike the "praise" he was getting as the other players cheered for a girl.
Meanwhile, in other places, the two boys arrived at their meeting place with their cloaked buddy. "If that little bitch wasn't there, I wouldn't have freaked out."
"Dude, that's a lame excuse. I wanted to kill her too, but did you see me lose my shit?"
"Hey now boooys. Don't be hard on yourselves so much. Things happen that we can't control. It's all apart of life." The cloaked man sounded pretty sarcastic until his next sentence, "However, you did run away without completing the job, and therefor I require some form of compensation. I don't know what do you boys think, huh?" The boys looked at each other in fear of what was about to happen.
They sat there, waiting for the inevitable to happen, as the cloaked man continued to threaten them. "LET ME KILL THEM ALL!!" Anger Boy shouted out in fear, expecting to be hit from blurting out as he closed his eyes.
A few seconds passed, and he opened his eyes slowly to find the man smiling at him. "That's the proper response. Honestly," the man goes on as he materializes his dagger, "I figured you two to be spineless weaklings, but..." The man made a short pause before sinking his dagger into Level-Head Boy's skull, "... I guess I should have seen the talent you could offer to the guild, boy." Anger boy watched as his buddy was killed by this man. Before he died, he blurted out, "Why? Jeffry..." before dying on the spot, breaking up into data particles. Anger Boy, or Jeffry, seemed not to care as his buddy died before his very eyes, and the cloaked man took notice of this, "See, that's the talent we want, Jain! That's the compassion we, Laughing Coffin, have for the people of the world! Now come! There's much work to be done, Jain."
Elsewhere in the world, the game continued about its usual routine. Every once in a while, newbies would spawn in, players went about their own business, and so on. World Leaders were announcing bigger and better ways to find LC. Life seemed to go on as if LC never existed, almost as if life had returned to normal.
Soon, however, the first floor would change for the better. | Real Name: Darrin GuillotPlayer Name: link23454 (aka: Link or D)Color: DeepPink or FF1493Nationality: AmericaDescription: Neutral GoodReal Life Story(job and living status is fine): Currently a computer programmer, and lives alone in a high security complex.Role in-game:Goes in unhanded, as this SAO allows unhanded combat.Tries to draw the attention of all attackers slower than him.Has unparalleled speed with his hands and legs. Everything else though? …………………Why are they playing?: Honestly for the money. Even if the money is a lie, at least he feels that something good could come out of attempting the game.Play Style Focus: If the story/lore is interesting, he will focus less on what he is getting and his stats. Otherwise, he likes stats and items more.Stats:Level: 1STR: 17VIT: 17AGI: 16DEX: 16HIT: 17DGE: 17HP: 250/250
Weapon: Unhanded
DMG: 0
SPD: 30
GVN: STR
Armor
Head: Starter Gear: +1
Arm: Starter Gear: +1
Chest: Starter Gear: +1
Legs: Starter Gear: +1
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 26
DEF: 29 |
47,395 | 1,285 | 23 | 1,386 | 349 | It's been three days since the players met each other. They've been going about their usual business, whatever they would be doing after their situation.
As far as the real world goes, news reports say that a group of people who might belong to LC have been found in Germany, holding hundreds of players hostage. Their demands are for more bandwidth for their website and for their game, as well as letting them escape without being caught or killed, or else they will kill all of the players simultaniously. World Officals are gathering to determine the best course of action for handling this situation.
In game, the first floor has a new story going around about the female newbie who took on LC and survived. They keep going on about how "she" pushed The Monster Fang to the ground in order to prevent a dagger from striking him, as well as how "she" handled "her"self.
As for Jeffry, his life is becoming.... a little more.... interesting, so to speak. Soon, the players will know what he's been up to. It won't be hard to see.
By the way, speaking of the website, the following numbers can be seen on the main, and only, page.
Playing: 17,278,751
Active: 15,658,200
Dead: 1,620,551
As for the list of names at the bottom of the page, only one name stands out to Pururut.
SaMoa
link23454
Link hasn't signed in for a few days, mainly because he was afraid of the people around the first floor telling stories about him. He's seen similar situations like it where someone was a hero, and then they were never left alone until they gave up on the game all-together. The feeling of giving up on a game made Link sick, and his gamer spirit wouldn't allow him to give up, even if the other players became annoying.
Either way, before getting set up in his room, Link decided to bring out a second computer. He was going to try something this time around, hopefully shedding some light on the coding of this game. Being a computer programmer, this was a challenge he set for himself, mainly so that players would have a fair assumption of how to actually play this game. Once finishing his set up, he fired up the game and logged in. | Real Name: Darrin GuillotPlayer Name: link23454 (aka: Link or D)Color: DeepPink or FF1493Nationality: AmericaDescription: Neutral GoodReal Life Story(job and living status is fine): Currently a computer programmer, and lives alone in a high security complex.Role in-game:Goes in unhanded, as this SAO allows unhanded combat.Tries to draw the attention of all attackers slower than him.Has unparalleled speed with his hands and legs. Everything else though? …………………Why are they playing?: Honestly for the money. Even if the money is a lie, at least he feels that something good could come out of attempting the game.Play Style Focus: If the story/lore is interesting, he will focus less on what he is getting and his stats. Otherwise, he likes stats and items more.Stats:Level: 1STR: 17VIT: 17AGI: 16DEX: 16HIT: 17DGE: 17HP: 250/250
Weapon: Unhanded
DMG: 0
SPD: 30
GVN: STR
Armor
Head: Starter Gear: +1
Arm: Starter Gear: +1
Chest: Starter Gear: +1
Legs: Starter Gear: +1
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 26
DEF: 29 |
47,396 | 1,285 | 24 | 1,998 | 764 | Kei didn't really change his routine he did what he needed and then would come onto the game to do his usual routine online, which was to go around and kill mobs for short bursts and then explore areas, he continually did this for the past three days.
「Things sure have calmed down since that whole issue from three days ago...」」Kei was now on his way back from the fields, into the nearest town to sell off random stuff he gained from the monsters he had just mopped up. Just like the past three days. | Name- Asada Keisuke
Username- Kei
Nationality- Japanese-Korean
Alignment- True Neutral
Appearance-
Real Life Story-
Keisuke, or Kei, was a gamer type he played games of all sorts. He enjoyed his times in the online world. Most of his time was spent playing Safehold Assault Online. He lived comfortably without having to worry about much really as he took his time and made sure he would be able to maximize the time in the online world. Kei is the type to like a good challenge so upon hearing about the whole ordeal with the game he immediately went and made a new character and aimed to beat the game. He didn't care for the money he just wanted to be the one to beat the game. He does own a NerveGear but he was not a survivor of the old SAO as he never actually logged in on that faithful day, as such instead of using an AmuSphere he just went ahead and decided to use the NerveGear as he did not want to have to bother with spending money to get the AmuSphere.
Role In-Game-
Wants to beat the game
Is good with medium to short range engagements
Enjoys fights but only fights when it is required
Overall tends to try and be stronger than the competition
Why Are They Playing?
Main reason is to be the person to beat the game. His secondary reason is to be in the top tier players.
Play-Style Focus-
Power Player always being ahead by a few levels of the mobs in the area. Doing his best to become the player to clear the game, but whilst being careful as he is using a NerveGear instead of a AmuSphere so death was a real thing to him.
Stats
Level- 19
STR- 58
VIT- 43
AGI- 50
DEX- 64
HIT- 61
DGE- 40
Weapon- Dual Blades- Level appropriate dual blades bought from a NPC shop.
DMG- 34
Attack Speed- 140
STR- +3
GVN- STR
Weapon Class- Dual Blade
Armor
Head- Black Hooded Cloak +2
Arm- Apprentice Level Metal Enforced Leather Gauntlets +4
Chest- Apprentice Level Single Metal Shoulder Protector +6
Legs- Apprentice Level Adventurer Pants +3
Neck-
Charm-
Ring 1-
Ring 2-
HP- 1260
ATK- 104
DEF- 83
Other- Kei spreads out his weapon mastery between four weapon classes: Dagger, One Hand Sword, Duel Wield, and Katana |
47,397 | 1,285 | 25 | 902 | 430 | Mikael had taken the event from a couple of days ago rather easily despite feeling rather disturbed by it. But there was no rest in what to do, trying to report the event to the police was pointless as they refered to the interpol operation which was doing their best to try and help out the web crisis on the SAO case. Their europeen joint operations had problems with maintaining their forces and cooperation with countries such as the US, Germany, France, Finland and several other countries in and outside of the EU.
While progress was being made the amount of data to analyze for them added a load of work which heavily delayed the plans for counter measures. Mikael had spent more time catching up on the situation as a whole for europe than he had been able to act in-game, even going to the extent of skipping a few classes.
However it had been worth his time to catch up on the bigger picture of things.
Mikael's own intended actions was set for him, being brave to a fault it was time to weave a trap to lure more of the LC out into play. What to do though? the way things were going outside SAO were anarchistic movements appearing all around, both small and major ones, but their goal had to be greater than such...
What could they gain from the chaos? A smokescreen for said theorized goal?
However what disturbed Mikael the most were how smooth and steadily the LC was advancing.
Draging his fingers through his hair Mikael checked the equipment and stretched his arms before diving in with his NerveGear.
Spawning in town once more for the third time since the event (never venturing to try and advance his character during those times but rather trying to collect information from other players though without any success. All he heard was that some so called random girl had APPEARENTLY, though false, BEATEN an potential LC suspect to a bloody pulp a couple of days ago or so).
Lets see if if I can nail a message to that beginner from a couple of days ago. That smart kid... What was his name again?
Frustration grew at Mikael quickly as he just couldn't remember the name...
"Aaaah, got freaking damn it... *Vad i helvete heter han nu igen?!" Mikael yelled throwing out his Swedish into the open town square as if someone would hear his prayers...
Hope this was an okey thing to do?
If so you won't see this much either way, just on rare events of frustrations involving Mikael and will always come with an translation.
*1 "What the hell was his name again!?" | Real Name: Mikael Kovenas.
Player Name: Eld Brinna.
Nationality: Sweden.
Color: Plum.
Description: Mikael has semi long brown hair often in a messy backslick, green eyes, rather muscular yet not out of proportions and not as bulky as one would imagine their typical muscles man how that is? Because he never uses a car or if possible deny public transportation options so biking or running to colleage for 15 kilometers a day do give its share of workout. It basically carries over to the character though in game his just covered in armor and tries to cover up his face for the most.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Real Life Story(job and living status is fine): Single, lives alone in a suburban apartment studying psychology and medicin.
Role in-game: Free spirited and self proclaimed protector.
> Plays his way by utilizing shield and sword to "tank".
> Excelling shield skills before sword he is naturally talanted as a tank.
Why are they playing?: Hero complex? While studying hard he is also a very entusiastic gamer and forum surfer. He is there to kick ass while searching for a reason to carry on? In order to put those feelings into action, he decided to get his hands on a NervGear instead of the amusphere.
Play Style Focus: Power gaming in order to reach a top tier spot among the players of the server.
Stats:
Level:4
STR:26
VIT:36
AGI:21
DEX:21
HIT:26
DGE:6
HP: 448/448
Weapon: Sword and Shield
DMG: 14
SPD: 80
GVN: STR
Shield: -15% to all incoming physical dmg. drops DGE to 0 while equipped.
Armor
Head: Starter Gear
Arm: Starter Gear
Chest: Starter Gear
Legs: Starter Gear
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 46
DEF: 51 |
47,398 | 1,285 | 26 | 1,386 | 349 | link23454
After logging in, Link begins looking through his inventory, checking his stats, etc. He routinely does this every time he spawns into a game. Taking these few seconds to check his things left plenty of time for a few other players to notice him. As they approached Link, he began to get an uneasy feeling, not so much as threatening, but more like an unwelcome guest in your home kind of feeling. Then, one of the players began to speak, "Hey, aren't you that girl who took on that LC player a few days back? Everyone on the first floor is talking about you."
Before opening his mouth, Link paused for a second, and slammed his hand against his forehead. Rubbing down his face, he began, "Okay. Let me clear this up first. I'm NOT a girl." The two players became surprised, looked at each other, then back at Link as he continued, "Next, I didn't take on LC. The bastard ran away before anyone had a chance to catch him. The one's I confronted that day, I don't even think they were a part of LC. So...."
The other player interrupted Link, "Look. First, let me apologize for assuming you were a girl. Even though you kind of look like one, your voice is a dead give-away. Second, we were watching in the crowd that day, and we saw you push The Monster Fang to the ground in order to save him, so that in itself deserves recognition, especially from a newbie." The players agreed with each other as Link continued to listen, reluctantly.
They both went on and on about how cool he was saving 'The Monster Fang', then out of the blue, another player screamed, "Aaaah, got freaking damn it... *Vad i helvete heter han nu igen?!" The two players became startled, and lost their train of though. However, Link used it as an excuse to get away from the boys, saying that he had to go and get some things. Link also recognized the voice, and he wanted to be sure he wasn't hallucinating. | Real Name: Darrin GuillotPlayer Name: link23454 (aka: Link or D)Color: DeepPink or FF1493Nationality: AmericaDescription: Neutral GoodReal Life Story(job and living status is fine): Currently a computer programmer, and lives alone in a high security complex.Role in-game:Goes in unhanded, as this SAO allows unhanded combat.Tries to draw the attention of all attackers slower than him.Has unparalleled speed with his hands and legs. Everything else though? …………………Why are they playing?: Honestly for the money. Even if the money is a lie, at least he feels that something good could come out of attempting the game.Play Style Focus: If the story/lore is interesting, he will focus less on what he is getting and his stats. Otherwise, he likes stats and items more.Stats:Level: 1STR: 17VIT: 17AGI: 16DEX: 16HIT: 17DGE: 17HP: 250/250
Weapon: Unhanded
DMG: 0
SPD: 30
GVN: STR
Armor
Head: Starter Gear: +1
Arm: Starter Gear: +1
Chest: Starter Gear: +1
Legs: Starter Gear: +1
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 26
DEF: 29 |
47,399 | 1,285 | 27 | 1,998 | 764 | It was quiet funny, ever since the incident from a few days ago Kei suddenly started to notice when people would give him a quick peak before turning away, some instances groups of people would give him a quick look before turning to whisper to each other as if Kei was someone that was hard to approach when in reality he was a easy to approach guy.「Honestly how did I not catch onto my own fame...?」He questioned this not because he wanted to gloat about it, rather he just really wanted to know how he managed to gain such a reputation for just being one of the front line players that really had nothing going for him other than being able to do ridiculous hours of solo grinding. he scratched his head in frustration before letting out a small sigh of annoyance.「Whatever...if I get the chance I will ask around, until then I will just do what I usually always do, and that's be like any other player.」
Ever since he logged in, he had decided on leveling up his dual sword skill if possible, as such he was casually making his way down a few levels so as to ensure the most efficiency with the weapons he had. | Name- Asada Keisuke
Username- Kei
Nationality- Japanese-Korean
Alignment- True Neutral
Appearance-
Real Life Story-
Keisuke, or Kei, was a gamer type he played games of all sorts. He enjoyed his times in the online world. Most of his time was spent playing Safehold Assault Online. He lived comfortably without having to worry about much really as he took his time and made sure he would be able to maximize the time in the online world. Kei is the type to like a good challenge so upon hearing about the whole ordeal with the game he immediately went and made a new character and aimed to beat the game. He didn't care for the money he just wanted to be the one to beat the game. He does own a NerveGear but he was not a survivor of the old SAO as he never actually logged in on that faithful day, as such instead of using an AmuSphere he just went ahead and decided to use the NerveGear as he did not want to have to bother with spending money to get the AmuSphere.
Role In-Game-
Wants to beat the game
Is good with medium to short range engagements
Enjoys fights but only fights when it is required
Overall tends to try and be stronger than the competition
Why Are They Playing?
Main reason is to be the person to beat the game. His secondary reason is to be in the top tier players.
Play-Style Focus-
Power Player always being ahead by a few levels of the mobs in the area. Doing his best to become the player to clear the game, but whilst being careful as he is using a NerveGear instead of a AmuSphere so death was a real thing to him.
Stats
Level- 19
STR- 58
VIT- 43
AGI- 50
DEX- 64
HIT- 61
DGE- 40
Weapon- Dual Blades- Level appropriate dual blades bought from a NPC shop.
DMG- 34
Attack Speed- 140
STR- +3
GVN- STR
Weapon Class- Dual Blade
Armor
Head- Black Hooded Cloak +2
Arm- Apprentice Level Metal Enforced Leather Gauntlets +4
Chest- Apprentice Level Single Metal Shoulder Protector +6
Legs- Apprentice Level Adventurer Pants +3
Neck-
Charm-
Ring 1-
Ring 2-
HP- 1260
ATK- 104
DEF- 83
Other- Kei spreads out his weapon mastery between four weapon classes: Dagger, One Hand Sword, Duel Wield, and Katana |
47,400 | 1,285 | 28 | 902 | 430 | Getting calmer Mikael pulled himself together and passed his both his hands through that hair of his.
I guess trying to gain my first couple of levels today would not be too much of a shame.
Such Mikael, visibly known as Eld started moving towards the town gate, trying to pump himself as a matter of preperations for his training.
The other guy from before constantly on his mind, still trying to remember the name of him... Awkwardly slow, that is how slow it felt.
:::24 hours ago:::
"Mikaeeeel, why don't you stay with us for the evening... You are always off to your own."
Mikael sighed, "Ugh, sorry Sofia I got more work to do, living life is not for free after all." Mikael gave a smile to the woman handing him his pizza.
"It can't be helped now can it? Well you know where to find me would you change your mind."
She smiled hesitantly, passively as if disappointed by the outcome, "Mh, later then... Ciaaaaao." | Real Name: Mikael Kovenas.
Player Name: Eld Brinna.
Nationality: Sweden.
Color: Plum.
Description: Mikael has semi long brown hair often in a messy backslick, green eyes, rather muscular yet not out of proportions and not as bulky as one would imagine their typical muscles man how that is? Because he never uses a car or if possible deny public transportation options so biking or running to colleage for 15 kilometers a day do give its share of workout. It basically carries over to the character though in game his just covered in armor and tries to cover up his face for the most.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Real Life Story(job and living status is fine): Single, lives alone in a suburban apartment studying psychology and medicin.
Role in-game: Free spirited and self proclaimed protector.
> Plays his way by utilizing shield and sword to "tank".
> Excelling shield skills before sword he is naturally talanted as a tank.
Why are they playing?: Hero complex? While studying hard he is also a very entusiastic gamer and forum surfer. He is there to kick ass while searching for a reason to carry on? In order to put those feelings into action, he decided to get his hands on a NervGear instead of the amusphere.
Play Style Focus: Power gaming in order to reach a top tier spot among the players of the server.
Stats:
Level:4
STR:26
VIT:36
AGI:21
DEX:21
HIT:26
DGE:6
HP: 448/448
Weapon: Sword and Shield
DMG: 14
SPD: 80
GVN: STR
Shield: -15% to all incoming physical dmg. drops DGE to 0 while equipped.
Armor
Head: Starter Gear
Arm: Starter Gear
Chest: Starter Gear
Legs: Starter Gear
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 46
DEF: 51 |
47,401 | 1,285 | 29 | 2,008 | 533 | Cecelia headed back to town after training herself in her style of fighting. It was a little hard on her stamina at first, but she wanted to make it as unique as possible. Chipping away at an enemy's health while moving around quickly was difficult, especially since the mobs here didn't really attack back. Or pay any attention to her for that matter. Plus, she didn't really have a hard-hitting finisher yet, so that also puts a damper on the style. Almost at town, she can see some girl walking away form two confused-looking boys. Wait, isn't that the girl from that report about stopping some supposed LC members? Huh, maybe.
She notes that there's also a sword 'n' shield wielding guy heading out of town as she's entering. She wanted to ask him if he could confirm/deny whether the girl is the one from the report, but that would involve talking to someone, and Cecelia doesn't really like talking to people she doesn't know. Well, I am just starting out, and I'll need some help at some point... Nah, not right now. I need to focus on getting my own style down before I get help from someone or help someone out.
Remembering her lack of finisher and how incomplete it made her style, her head hung a little lower. Shaking it off, she sped up to the town gate in hopes of figuring out about healing items. Hey, that's what I can do. Ask about that and lead into the question about that girl. Is she heading to the town gate, too? Deciding that was the best idea, she waved down the defensive swordsman.
"Sir? Excuse me. I just started a while ago, and I was wondering if you knew where I'd find some healing stuff. The way I fight doesn't really allow for me to take many hits, so something to keep my health up would be awesome." | Real Name: Cecelia Garron
Player Name: Silver_Shadow114 (Goes by Silver or Shadow)
Color: a187be (no idea what words work. It was in the color selection)
Nationality: English
Description:
Alignment: True Neutral
Real Life Story: Part time grocery store clerk with a studio apartment in the not-so-good part of town
Role in-game: Chip away - Cecelia strikes fast from many angles with two daggers, confusing and disorienting one enemy at a time until she can use a powerful ability to do the final blow (or an ally does it instead). Also steals things when she can, since she's most likely to get away with her speed
Why are they playing?: Immersion. Cecelia wants to use this as an escape from the real world.
Play Style Focus: Stats. She optimizes as much as she can.
Stats
Level:4
STR:7
VIT:4
AGI:35
DEX:29
HIT:26
DGE:35
HP: 262/262
Weapon: Dual Daggers
DMG: 9
SPD: 50
GVN: DEX
Armor
Head: Starter Gear
Arm: Starter Gear
Chest: Starter Gear
Legs: Starter Gear
Neck:
Charm:
Ring 1:
Ring 2:
ATK: 26
DEF: 26 |
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