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The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

This looks really interesting! I'd definitely like to try the role of the Second Prince, or the Crown Prince if somebody else wants to play the second.

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

Nicholas Jones

Nick shot a glare in Jonathan’s direction, grabbing his beer and draining the glass. He felt more than half tempted to smash the glass on the man’s wounded shoulder. It wouldn’t be the most minor thing he’d gotten into a brawl over. Still, he was at least trying to keep his temper in check. After all, Nick liked to view himself as the leader of the group – whether or not any of the others viewed him that way – and so he liked to hold himself up to certain standards. Even if those standards make it really hard not to strangle that little bastard.

As the dossiers were placed down, Nick grabbed one at random and opened it roughly. Shawna Corvin. He skimmed through it curiously. It was rather disturbing, not that he’d admit it. As he read through the other dossiers, they all had that same uncanny feeling about them. Especially the youngest one. Still, Nick didn’t feel particularly concerned. The prospect of having a more long-term job with multiple targets invigorated him.

“Shouldn’t be too much trouble,” Nick said, pouring himself another beer. “Got to agree with Bill though, we should try and get some more information.” He took another swig of beer, examining the dossiers again. "Though if I had to pick one to start with, I'd say the stalker bitch. You two have been paying some special attention to her, after all," Nick said with a grin, gesturing towards Randy and Alejandra.

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

Nicholas Jones

“About time,” Nick grumbled, sitting up from the torn up couch with a yawn. The apartment was a mess – peeling wallpaper, trash scattered around, and a fair number of bullet holes in the walls and grimy furniture. He wrinkled his nose as he looked around the room. “What a shithole,” he muttered to nobody in particular. Getting to his feet, Nick took out his Tommy gun, drumming his fingers across it. He glanced to the bathroom, which had a mirror in it, albeit slightly shattered. Not that he’d need to use it, though he wasn’t looking forward to the whining of some of the others when they didn’t get a chance at the target. Regardless, he took a shard that had fallen to the floor and pocketed it. Just in case.

The job was going to be quick and easy, just the way Nick liked it. He’d never seen the point of playing with his food – it had always been much more satisfying to end it with just a few bullets. Besides, he didn’t like to get blood on his suit. Nick also wanted to make sure to avoid civilian casualties. Not that it bothered him particularly when they got caught in the crossfire, but it was easier for everyone involved to get things done with no witnesses. Although judging from the state of the apartment complex, he wagered that it wasn’t exactly unusual for the residents to hear gunfire. Feels just like being back home, he thought to himself, recalling the memory he had been given of his old apartment back when he was a child. Nick left the apartment without a sound, moving closer towards the stairs down to the entrance. If this Redd had just arrived then he had to be close to there. Positioning himself at the end of the stairwell, he waited, gripping his gun and feeling in his pocket for his lead pipe. Soon enough, loud steps began to echo closer and closer, and Nick raised his gun with his finger on the trigger. Hope this is the guy, Nick thought, recalling a job a while back where he shot the first person he saw and they turned out not even to be the target. The others wouldn’t let him hear the end of that for a while

The man turned the corner to the stairwell, and Nick opened fire. It had to be the guy – a real big and ugly son of a bitch. But he was faster than Nick had anticipated, and as soon as he had seen him standing there, Redd had dodged for cover behind the corner. Though not before a bullet hit him square in the forearm. That had got to hurt. Nick heard Redd curse loudly and take out his own gun, and so he moved back up the stairs to find cover of his own, close to the apartment he had been resting in. He had hoped that his first round of bullets would take the guy out, but it looked like it wasn’t going to be that simple. Then again, when was it ever? Their targets didn’t tend to be the easiest to kill. That was why guys like Nick got to take the jobs. He grinned wildly, enjoying the thrill of the hunt. And as Chuck Redd turned the corner, they both opened fire, cueing people from inside other apartment rooms to scream at the sudden noise. Nick hissed as he felt a bullet graze his side. Quickly glancing at the wound with a scowl, he saw that it had just scratched past him.

At the break in fire, however, as Nick began to reload, he found himself caught by surprise. Rather than waiting and reloading like any sensible person would do, Redd rushed forward. The man had tossed his gun aside – perhaps it was already completely out of ammunition. With rather alarming precision, Redd knocked the gun out of Nick’s hand. Oh right, good hand to hand skills. Motherfucker. Out of reflex, Nick threw a punch which landed square in the other mobster’s jaw. He’d never been one for hand to hand, but he certainly knew how to punch. It didn’t seem to affect the undead man all that much, though he did stumble back. Yet immediately after, he lunged forward again and slammed an equally forceful punch right where the bullet graze was. Nick winced, staggering back, and shoved his hand in his pocket for his lead pipe.

Redd, however, backed up slightly – only to pick up Nick’s gun. Not good, Nick thought irritably. He wouldn’t be able to get to Redd with his sealing weapon before he fired off the gun. Quickly digging into his other pocket, he pulled out the mirror shard from before. With a frustrated huff that he wouldn’t be able to finish the job all by himself, Nick looked into the mirror and gruffly said “Jonathon Jones.”

@Bishop

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

@Dynamo Frokane
Nope, my post is pretty much done! Sorry for the delay, had a bit of writers block earlier since I plan on having him switch to one of the others at the end of my post to include other people, but I'm just still trying to figure out who would be best.

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

@Dynamo Frokane
Sounds good! And one more thing, just to confirm, am I playing Chuck Redd as well in the scene, or as the GM, would you be? Sorry for all the questions haha, my post will likely be up tomorrow or tonight.

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

I'll work on my post soon. @Dynamo Frokane is there any other information that my character would know about the location/target/etc. that you can tell me? Just want to make sure my post makes sense!

After the End

Cyril Tabard

Cyril Tabard / Male / 28

Appearance:
Lanky and sickly pale, Cyril has a generally unpleasant look to him. His features are vaguely rat like with sharp, dark eyes and scraggly dark hair. His movements are quick and snakelike, and he is prone to toothy grins.

Image: (you can ignore the outfit and such, this is just a reference for the face)

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Personality:
Slippery, slimy, and not particularly strong, ever since Cyril was young he learned that underhanded methods were the best way to get what he wanted. It is rare for him to feel even a shred of loyalty towards others, and will not hesitate to betray people when a better opportunity arises. He expects other people to feel the same way, and never bothers to place trust in anyone – preferring to stab them in the back before they can stab him. Cyril is proud of his skills and abilities, often to the point of cockiness, and has the ability to adapt to most any situation. Despite being generally disliked, Cyril hates to be alone and would much rather be among people who hate him than have nobody around at all.

Background:
Cyril was born in a former major city when his mother was hiding. The pregnancy and childbirth in such a toxic zone had adverse effects on both mother and child, and Cyril was born with an illness that would follow him his whole life, even after the two moved to a less poisonous area. His mother was a criminal, a petty one, and he knew nothing of his father. As Cyril grew up, his mother grew more and more sick, to the point that she could barely function, and the lowlifes that she had worked with soon enough turned to him when she inevitably passed away. Starting from a young age, Cyril assisted in many burglaries – at first simply playing the role of a lost child to distract witnesses and guards, and eventually moving on to his own robberies. He never had much wealth and was always considered to be on the bottom rung of society – skulking through alleys, despised by all. Cyril grew resentful – always seething at the lack of respect that was shown to him. His bitterness towards everyone above him, particularly the rich, motivated him to commit more severe crimes with no guilt whatsoever, feeling like he was giving them what they had coming to them.

Motivation: Respect and glory. Cyril is aware that his illness means that he most likely will not live for many more years, and he refuses to die being considered nothing more than a lowlife. If he could return with treasures aplenty, he would be adored by the people in his town that previously looked at him with disgust.

Equipment:

• A small but lethal dagger he keeps concealed. Cyril usually prefers not to kill – leaving that to the others – but won’t hesitate if there is no other option. Occasionally, he will coat it in poison.
• A small tin filled with lockpicks
• A compass
• An old, dented pocketwatch his mother gave to him
• Light leather armor. He’s not particularly used to wearing armor, but chose to find some before embarking on the journey. It doesn’t protect against much, but it’s still an extra layer, and it allows him to move in silence.

Traits:

• Agile +1
• Quiet +2
• Burglar +2
• Theatric +1
• Sprinter +1
• Grappler +1
• Light sleeper +1
• Basic weapons +1
• Light armor +1
• Observant +1
• Medic +2
• Untrustworthy -3
• Sickly -2
• Ugly -1
• Weak -1

After the End

Here's my character. Not exactly the most likable guy around but hey. Let me know if there's anything that needs changed.

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Cyril Tabard / Male / 28

Appearance:
Lanky and sickly pale, Cyril has a generally unpleasant look to him. His features are vaguely rat like with sharp, dark eyes and scraggly dark hair. His movements are quick and snakelike, and he is prone to toothy grins.

Image: (you can ignore the outfit and such, this is just a reference for the face)

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Personality:
Slippery, slimy, and not particularly strong, ever since Cyril was young he learned that underhanded methods were the best way to get what he wanted. It is rare for him to feel even a shred of loyalty towards others, and will not hesitate to betray people when a better opportunity arises. He expects other people to feel the same way, and never bothers to place trust in anyone – preferring to stab them in the back before they can stab him. Cyril is proud of his skills and abilities, often to the point of cockiness, and has the ability to adapt to most any situation. Despite being generally disliked, Cyril hates to be alone and would much rather be among people who hate him than have nobody around at all.

Background:
Cyril was born in a former major city when his mother was hiding. The pregnancy and childbirth in such a toxic zone had adverse effects on both mother and child, and Cyril was born with an illness that would follow him his whole life, even after the two moved to a less poisonous area. His mother was a criminal, a petty one, and he knew nothing of his father. As Cyril grew up, his mother grew more and more sick, to the point that she could barely function, and the lowlifes that she had worked with soon enough turned to him when she inevitably passed away. Starting from a young age, Cyril assisted in many burglaries – at first simply playing the role of a lost child to distract witnesses and guards, and eventually moving on to his own robberies. He never had much wealth and was always considered to be on the bottom rung of society – skulking through alleys, despised by all. Cyril grew resentful – always seething at the lack of respect that was shown to him. His bitterness towards everyone above him, particularly the rich, motivated him to commit more severe crimes with no guilt whatsoever, feeling like he was giving them what they had coming to them.

Motivation: Respect and glory. Cyril is aware that his illness means that he most likely will not live for many more years, and he refuses to die being considered nothing more than a lowlife. If he could return with treasures aplenty, he would be adored by the people in his town that previously looked at him with disgust.

Equipment:

• A small but lethal dagger he keeps concealed. Cyril usually prefers not to kill – leaving that to the others – but won’t hesitate if there is no other option. Occasionally, he will coat it in poison.
• A small tin filled with lockpicks
• A compass
• An old, dented pocketwatch his mother gave to him
• Light leather armor. He’s not particularly used to wearing armor, but chose to find some before embarking on the journey. It doesn’t protect against much, but it’s still an extra layer, and it allows him to move in silence.

Traits:

• Agile +1
• Quiet +2
• Burglar +2
• Theatric +1
• Sprinter +1
• Grappler +1
• Light sleeper +1
• Basic weapons +1
• Light armor +1
• Observant +1
• Medic +2
• Untrustworthy -3
• Sickly -2
• Ugly -1
• Weak -1

unveiling the shadows -Open, and accepting characters

Mary

Mary Crenshaw

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Age: 1387 (appears young, around 17/18)
Gender: Female
Place of Origin: England
Species: Original witch

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Homosexual
Partner: None, although she likes to fool around with human girls from time to time. It’s never serious.
Pet/s: A pit viper she has used magic to keep alive and obedient to her. She calls the snake Lily.

~Personal Information~

Personality: With her angelic face and her playful and airy demeanor, it is easy to let one’s guard down around Mary. But behind the sweet smile lies a sadistic and malicious personality. She is very proud of who she is and views most others as below her. Mary is rather extroverted and cheerful and enjoys being the center of attention. While her behavior often comes across as childish and as though she is not taking things too seriously, she is more often than not all too aware of herself and what she is doing and can get very serious when she needs to. She is fiercely loyal to her fellow witches, and genuinely enjoys helping lesser ones become stronger. Mary takes her job of maintaining balance in the world seriously however, and will not hesitate to punish witches who she thinks are betraying that duty. When she is angered – which is quite a difficult task – even though she is extremely powerful, she also becomes highly impulsive and prone to making mistakes in her fury.

Skills:
-Pain Infliction
-Illusion magic
-Concocting poisons
-She retains the ability to play the lyre despite learning it when she was still young. She greatly enjoys music.

Biography:
Mary was born in the 6th century as the oldest of four sisters. Her family was wealthy, and considered it quite the tragedy that more than one daughter was born. Nevertheless, she was taught skills such as cooking, embroidery, directing servants, and playing the lyre. At age fourteen, when the prospect of marriage was raised, she had no interest in it at all, and joined a convent to eventually become a nun. Yet also around that time was when Mary’s powers as one of the original witches began to surface, and she refuses to speak about what transpired on the night that she left the convent. She spent much of her time after wandering, and she became embittered by the arrogant behaviors of all those she deemed below her. Meeting with the other original witches was the first time in what felt like forever that Mary felt as though she had a family. As the years past, Mary honed her magic skills and enjoyed traveling across the world.

~other information~

Theme Song

Alternate Fallout: New Vegas, Points of Divergence

@Letter Bee

Yeah, I'm currently waiting on @Wernher to respond with the last bits of his part, then we'll put it together and one of us will post it in the IC.