AtomicNut

Imaginary District: An Urban Fantasy RP reboot

"KEKEKEKE, YER A FEISTY ONE!" Yamabaka exclaimed, as she kept her grip stubbornly, her shark grin as wide as the country of Japan. This was so much fun! And that fop of her master had made her lose all of this. She'd have to scold him once this kind of fun was over. Or perhaps not. She was having fun, right?

Shiki's concentration wavered so slightly as he opened one of his eyes, still chanting his exorcism ritual? So more people with spiritual powers were coming? That was reassuring. A priestess with her own share of summons... Had he seen her somewhere before? Well, it was not important. As the chaos raged, it was important to steel his concentration. He drew his exorcism tags, as he sent them flying against the bear, his raspy voice becoming an ominous chorus, as he intensified his own attempt at exorcism aswell.

After the End

Hello. I've been sitting in the fence for a while, but I think I could give it a shot.

Liquidators:

The Liquidators was an organization borne of the ashes of the old world, perhaps in more ways than one. The 2017 UN directive, Disaster Relief and Oblivion Prevention (DROP) was passed just before the survivors of the General Assembly died by radiation poisoning. Not many managed to hear it, given how quickly communications degradated, but a cluster of survivors which comprised part of Geneva's populace as well as part of the staff at CERN who took refuge in the deep tunnels of the research complex in the Alps heeded the call. The order exhorted to action against the disaster that befell, and compell all those with a sense of civil duty to take upon themselves and help restore the world, so that the failure of the Old World would not mean the oblivion of the species. These survivors looked no further than the earlier, much smaller case of nuclear disaster, Chernobyl to find a name: Liquidators.

Liquidators are few in number, and their number dwindles each day, but they all share the same desire and strong conviction as their UN forebears. No matter the cost, and even risking their own life, cleanse the world and restore it so humanity can thrive in the future. Each liquidator wears a blue armband with a red blood drop, symbolizing both the UN and the squads whom they owe the name to.

Rescue, Relief, Repair and Restore

Leader:??? (Remnants of the United Nations) / Alden Wolfe (New York mission)
Members:

Alden

Name: Alden Wolfe, "Old Wolf".
Age: 47

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic - His job requires him to be such.

Weapons: A swiss pocket knife. He used to carry guns, but a seastorm made him lose them.

Skills: Alden is a bit of a bum, and he will never admit he has some sort of skills...but he's good at what he used to do. Namely popping up heads of Middle Eastern guerrillas, as a British trained sniper in the service of Her Majesty. Alden's age has not slowed him down an inch, and he's still the same elusive lean and mean tough bastard he used to be when he was serving the British army. He knows how to put shots that many others can't as well as blend like a rock with the terrain. Add his own slew of fitness, a fast left hook and an unconquerable willpower and staggering resilience and you've got one mean old bastard. Alden knows also French, but he's got a horrible accent.

Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Well he hasn't gotten any mutation or anything, but the old guy has survived nuclear apocalypse for this long. He also has undertaken Resistance to Interrogation and Torture courses.

Appearance: A gruff old man with a large scar on his left cheek and pale complexion, keeping a grayish short but unkept beard. He's average, somewhat toned, but tends to be the kind of having a powerful muscle core in the midsection rather than a beefed up Mr Muscle. He has gone completely bald, and his eyes are of an icy blue quality. He wears a brown flatcap for that very reason, matching a longcoat of the same color which shows the signs of wear and tear. His attire is complete with trousers and boots...aswell as a white shirt who's normally not seen because he sports a black ballistic vest aswell. He also carries the Liquidator's armband.

Brief Personality: Alden is a serious, no nonsense kind of man at first glance, although a lot of people can be taken aback by the occasional dry wit and sarcastic comment. He is dilligent and polite, and rarely raises his voice to be heard. Alden has a strong fatherly instinct on those younger than them, and he'd often try to help them and offer them counsel. Alden vocally despises the Old World's violence and weaponry, and he never runs short of cynical comments about them, urging the youngsters to never follow that path ever again. He carries no small amount of guilt and grief, as he felt he was somehow part of the problem. However, when the chips are down, Alden shows little to no hesitation to fight back as hard and vicious as possible, and marauders are a particulary object of hatred for him due to their similarities to the enemies he had fought before the nuclear war.

Background: Alden was the son of a shepherd in rural england. Many a joke was made at the expense of his surname, what with a Wolfe guarding sheep. Like others before him, he enlisted in the army, probably to escape a life of eternal boredom among the grass-grazer animals. Turns out, he made a good choice, or at least he thought so at first. He was a talent in raw, and soon enough he became a crack shoot among his peers. Yet his skill turned to a curse the moment he was ordered to kill people. He did his duty, but never enjoying it once. His skill kept growing, and he was called to more and more dangerous missions. Eventually he earned the nickname "Wolf" when he managed to outsmart some guerillas in one of the unstable regions of the Middle East after his companion spotter had been killed in combat and picked them one by one.

Eventually, he was sent home to rest. It was then when he knew his love, Monique Beaufort, a kindergarten teacher, in a trip to the french Brittany. For some reason, the two hit off almost immediately, even though Alden himself lied through his teeth, and told Monique he was some sort of cop (he couldn't admit he had been killing in some cases, children soldiers). A few rounds of wine and fine french food, and both were decided to elope to the Alps.

That's when the bombs fell. Both were able to survive thanks to getting trapped in a train tunnel midway through the mountains. The truth about Alden's job resurfaced, and for a time, he feared rejection from his lover, but Monique never did so. Instead, she clasped his hand tightly, and told him they would take their time to think after everything was over. Eventually, both of them reached Geneva, finding more survivors among the Swiss country. They were starting reorganizing after the cataclysm, and Alden heard of the DROP directive. Stating his name and rank, he volunteered to join the newly appointed Liquidators, while his soulmate took care of the children refugees.

As years passed, both never left their appointed roles, and kept staying close to eachother. Alden would embark in several Liquidator missions, with little to no success, and great loss, but always would return to his beloved. However, they never had children, and on the fourth attempt after three miscarriages, Monique died alongside the unborn children. Alden was heartbroken, however he couldn't afford to become catonic or mourning. With so much still to do in the world, he clutched his fists and volunteered for one of the most suicidal missions.

New York. After all, his deceased wife had always wanted to see it. Alden then took a Yatch alongside a companion, and set sail from a port of France, towards the ocean beyond. His trip was fraught by near-starvation, his companion's death and seastorms, but somehow...somewhat, he was able to reach the port of New York. His last mission, he could feel it in his bones, as he saw the Statue of lady Liberty in sight.

Alone or with someone?: Alone. Probably.

Other: Alden keeps a locket with a photography of his beloved wife, as well as an urn with her ashes and that of his unborn kids. He also carries a well-used Liquidator manual, with all sorts of technical and legal stuff, really.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

And so, the captain made her remark about what had trascended. It was ironic how she left Tyaethe's brutality yet once again out of the question. But then again, it was more than probably that the little girl was imbibed in the awe of the order's oldest. The elf shook her head, and shot a glare at the ignorant cart driver who was trying to set up a match with no doubt, was his droll crotchspawn. If only he knew...

Meanwhile Nero thoughtfully pondered the Cal's response. I had to try, Bobd. She said to herself, as she travelled by her sister. Surprisingly enough, Sult had decided to end her charades, picking up on the heavy mood with the current dissent of Gillian ad other knights. Nero shook his head. Sir Gillian...well, he could use some work at picking the choice of words. It was clear that Fanilly was not a battle-hardened veteran mercenary with a jaded vision of the world, and some things would naturally set her off.

The eldest of the twins looked at the Shrine with a quizzical expression. Right in the middle of nowhere. It could meant some kind of rendezvous point? She shook her head. Magic was oftentimes so vague.

That is what she noticed her sister tugging her out. "Sult, what are you doing."

"Let us pray, Nero." Sult said, leading her sister to the Reon shrine. "We're blessed for many things and we should pay respects..."

"Haaaa.?" Nero's face retorted in disbelief. Tyaethe was one thing, but she couldn't even begin to fathom why her sister of all things had a religious epiphany.

"Oh come on, Nero." Sult. "I mean, a month earlier I'd have never believed that my sister would be coming back, and would be fighting by my side. If that's not divine intervention, I don't know what it is." Sult answered back, as she led her sister into the Reon temple.

"..." Nero didn't answer, instead she just lowered her head. Why do you spout the most sweet things right out of the blue you two faced bitch. She thought, before finally conceding. Well, I can see your point. I think very much like you. Let's get this done with.

Umbra in the meantime, was rather tense. The earlier exchange had not done anything to calm her down, and she scrutinized the area with her eyes, trying to look for any kind of sign of movement. Her eyes darted to some shuffling of the grass, as she once more drew her bow swiftly, tucking an arrow on it. She would've shot, but the earlier incident could make her fellow knights turn against her in the worst possible of situations.

"Who's there!?" She asked, her bow aiming at the dark cloaked figure that emerged from nearby the shrine, with slow silent steps. Without mediating a word, the man lifted a hand... and pulled away the hood.. Obviously, the man was no such. He was an elf. <<"Antsy, aren't we, Gwathneth?">> He muttered in Elven, and the eyes of Umbra widened, her hands hurriedly putting the bow away and dismounting.

<<"Brother!">> She exclaimed, showing surprise in her face, a rare event.

"Greetings, Knights of the Iron Roses. I can sense you're after a prey. I pray for your success, and forgive my humble self for this interdiction, but I must...escort Lady Gwathneth back to her mother." The male elf said. "The agreement has been terminated. Other...circumstances...have arisen." He said, carefully producing a letter which then he then deposited into Fanilly's hands. "I, Forthan Thalnaywuen, son of the Forest Queen, thank you for taking care of my sister, captain." He added, with a curtsy, before taking slow but strong strides.

Umbra's expression melted from surprise to concern, and then her brother started speaking in elven towards the knight, an arm on her shoulder. Her reaction worsened, as she yelped somewhat, hands covered in her mouth. Even for someone as haughty as her, those were the clear hallmarks of a profound grief, as her hands flailed from her mouth, to her brother, away from her brother, and finally trying to stop the welling tears. Forkan, fully understanding of the situation, covered his sister under the cloak as she carried her away, muffled sobs silenced under the cloth.

The letter, written in a exquisite penmanship was both in elven and the language of Thaln.

"To the Current Captain of the Iron Roses,

I must regretfully inform that I, the Queen of the Forest, has decided to withdraw the agreement by whom my daughter Gwathneth is bound to serve in your ranks. These are trying times. I would have loved the Iron Roses making her a fine example of virtue, but there are matters she must attend to. Gwathneth's father is currently bound to breathe his last, and he has asked me to see our daughter and absolve her of my punishment. I cannot go against the wishes of him, for it is I who I love.

It pains me that I do such disservice to the order. I sincerely hope this will not damage our future relationships.

Signed,

Queen Alayna"

Puella Magi: The Wild Hunt

Uh, holy crap, people still checked this thread?

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

What happens when you hang around sick coughing kids all day?

You end up getting sick :'D My tiredness makes sense now.

Still I think I'll start up my post tonight or tomorrow. Wish me luck ^_^

@Greenie

having a lot of work but i will try to help.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I'm going to retire Umbra due to potential overlap. Might try an easier to handle character.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

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Do you wanna possibly collab? After you are free from the works?

@Abefroeman

Only with Lysara, cause Seran's already on another place alongside @Greenie's character.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

@AtomicNut What time zone are you in, and what are your plans for today?

@Abefroeman

GMT and probably crawl home after work.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

I have left Lysara hanging around basically so if you bozos still want interaction she is available.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

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Willas "The Lame" Tyrell, Lord Paramount of The Reach, 48 ((Here you go chief. Kingkonrad plays the Tyrells, so Lord Willas would be your defacto liege lord.))

@AtomicNut Then with your ok, we shall go with having fought alongside one another in past campaigns. Both could have a disdain for your captain, and other officers of ill-refute. As for the sister, you will have to enlighten me as to the rumors.

@Abefroeman

Well the fact that the little camp follower of Lysara that followed Seran is now quite the beauty.