Arty Fox

Moonfiend

gonna wait for like one or two more peeps to post before I do or something

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Charles Balderdash

Charles now understood Ariel slightly better in addition to feeling somewhat insulted. Looking very much like he had swallowed a whole lemon Charles fought to withhold a comment and maintain some sense of professionalism as he continued his work.

Each of the bones were carefully photographed multiple times and then labelled with a number and their name, or otherwise simply the word ‘unidentified’, and packed safely away in the largest container, kept separate from one another by the black packaging foam, to avoid the golden thread being severed all together.

Charles tapped away on the tablet putting together a collection of small ideas he had about how each of the bones fitted together; “Being far too many femurs for a quadruped being as observed it’s likely some acted as rudimentary ribs.” He mumbled deep in thought as he typed.
He looked up from his spot amongst the collection of equipment and cases to gaze at the uncovered circled lit up in places by the lamps he had set up. Chewing his tongue in thought Charles felt something prickling in his mind, the same one he had felt when looking over the bones. Deciding to leave his ideas on how the bones worked to rest he let his thoughts be lead on by the feeling.

Pulling up images of the circle both from when they were first here and those more recently taken on his tablet Charles stared at them intently. It was as if someone had flipped a switch; one moment Charles was standing still and then the next he had a pen in hand and scribbling frantically on a sheet of paper.

“So maybe this went over here? Dammit drew that line wrong. How about over Here, which would put this over here or, no actually this symbol goes here. Might have been this, no went the other way.”

He drew the two visible circles on the paper with symbols placed along their outer edges, some being those that were no longer visible and others simply just blobs where he guessed unknown symbols to have been. It was messy, inaccurate and covered in a fair few scribbles and smudges but the basic idea was clear.

“Y’know, despite my own magic and working for this company the idea of magic and summoning circles still surprises me.” Pen tapping against his lips Charles stared at the drawing.

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I'll get a posty up on the morrow! :3

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Charles Balderdash

Charles looked down at the snow writing and then back up at Ariel. He then grimaced apologetically to her hoping she wouldn’t bite him. While he assured himself that it was unlikely that a team member would attack him Ariel was someone he hadn’t worked with before, let alone actually spoke to, so he had no idea what her reaction would be. Currently she seemed annoyed and slightly deadly.

“I’m really sorry, but I can’t read that.” It was hard to read snow. “Could you maybe write down what they’re all called?”

A simple flick of the wrist and a few paper tags with strings attached were suddenly in his hand. He offered up the pen and tags to Ariel.

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okay so I'm moving house on wednesday but I'll get a post up on Friday, possibly sooner if I get the chance.

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How many characters have we actually got active?

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So we got
1) Home Team Squad
2) Otherworldly Squad
3) Otherworldly Squard 2: The Sequel

Okay so the moment actual groups are sorted I am 100 percent gonna draw them

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Cowbell???????

in all seriousness though I hope you feel better soon!

Also otherworlder CS

Shanon

Name: 53 – AN – 0N “Shanon”

Age: Approx. 5 years

Gender: Female

Species: Monster

World of Origin: An Earth similar to our own but small towns and villages are almost unheard of with the majority of the population living in cities of gigantic proportions and heavily armed against the terrors in the dark nights.

In this world Monsters are very real and they come in all shapes, sizes, colours, textures, and everything else. Oddly enough they are not born but simply appear without any scientific explanation. Old stories though talk about the importance of resolving one’s issues and feelings lest those malicious thoughts take form and cause great harm to everyone nearby.

Appearance: A huge beast standing around 7 ft tall on her hind lends however spends most on the time on all six, front four similar to hands with claws like fingers and the back two like an animals hind legs. Maroon fur covers her body except for a soft pink underbelly. While one eye socket is stitched closed, two eyes sit in the left in addition to another two eyes belonging to the snake tongue she possesses. Two large horns spiral from her skull and a green mane extends down to her hips, a tail then extends for about a meter ending with a sickle shaped bone. Her body is dotted in gashes crudely sewed together.

Abilities and skills: Shanons ability to track a scent is unmatched not just by smelling ability but by being able to taste the scent of prey on the air as well. Shanon possess extra-ordinary strength with her limit being around the same weight as a tank. Her venom causes a victim muscles to seize up within half an hour of entering the blood stream.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
+ Doesn’t need to eat, though the occasional snake is appreciated even if disposing of it later is a hassle
- Unaffected by most poisons as she has no heart or blood vessels.
+ Doesn’t bleed
- Can’t heal and any injuries sustained will need to be stitched up
+ She isn’t easily intimidated, though Humans will always make her uneasy
- not the brightest of the bunch

Equipment Requests: A pocket sewing kit.

History: As with every monster Shanon wasn’t born, but simply began one fog drenched night down an alley way where horrible things had happened. A number of hours were spent roaming through the streets figuring out how her body worked; how her joints moved, how her spine could twist, how her senses picked out her prey walking alone at night. As a Monster she was made of the malicious and cruel thoughts of Humans, however that didn't mean that she herself was entirely cruel.

Then They appeared: The Containment and Examination of Monsters company (C.E.M). Shanon was no match for the Agents who possessed equipment specifically designed to deal with Monsters and she was quickly captured. Her world then became one of a small white room and of scalpels and needles as the Agents sought to figure out how she worked.

One day something went wrong; another monster was able to escape its cell and the C.E.M facility fell into chaos. Shanon, along with many other Monsters fled from the facility, making sure to remove a number of Agents from the world on the way out. She, like many others, fled very far from the facility and didn’t dare to stop running until a day had passed by which point she had stumbled, almost collapsed with exhaustion, into a forest rarely seen by humans.

Here Shanon met another Monster who had taken the name Darcy, and had prompted Shanon to take a name herself. Here the pair lived together in relative peace only occasionally disturbed by wondering Humans or the rare Agent seeking them out.

Personality: Very protective of those she calls ‘friend’ Shanon will selflessly place herself in harm’s way without a second thought. Shanon tries to be kind and wants to learn and experience as much of the world that she can before she ends, as such given half the chance Shanon will relentlessly hound a person with questions about anything and everything. Of course such a strong sense of curiosity has landed her in a number of situations and a few close calls, but it has yet to discourage her from exploring.

However, Shanon holds a very ‘black and white’ view of the world and those around her; if she considers someone to be a threat to her or another’s well-being she will express, and possibly follow through with, her desire to end them. Normally in such cases she will try to quickly end her opponent by sneaking up on them when their guard is down, but if the option is unavailable she has nothing against ripping them apart even if it means sacrificing herself.

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Charles Balderdash

Charles mental chastised himself for overlooking such important details.

“Noted,” Nodding towards Rozalind. “Though that will limit any team with Vaughtar on to night time missions, might actually prove quite useful.”

Regardless of Vaughtars comment Charles unfolded and set down the chair when his attention was drawn to the commotion of the skeleton dog. “Just, go and sit in the shade or something Vaughtar and rest.” He gestured to a spot near to all the gear he had brought.

“We could separate the bones into different containers, hopefully it won’t adversely affect its condition,” Charles drew up to Herbert and the pile of bones. “Or make it think worse of us or something.” He mumbled.

Kneeling down beside the pile Charles began prodding at the bones with a pen, then carefully separating them from one another with his hands so that they each lay beside another in a line.

“Let’s see we have a few femurs, ribs, skull, and I think these are vertebrae of some kind,” Charles pointed to Ariel. “Don’t damage that bone, got it?”

Returning his gaze back to the arranged bones Charles resumed examining them and struggled to put a name to all of them, let alone guess their purpose or placement in a skeleton. He ‘hmmm’-ed.

“Anybody here know much about bones? Oh! And could someone else bring me a camera please?”

Using the end of his pen to hold aloft a golden thread between two bones Charles raised an eyebrow towards Herbert.

“Magic I assume?”

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I think we may need to update the character list at some point, also would it be alright if I threw an otherworldly character together?