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We're not ready to discuss that level of detail yet.
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
We're not ready to discuss that level of detail yet.
Pardon my Russian.
Name: Vera Nikolayevna Voronova, "Vivi".
Age: 32
Occupation/Affiliation: The Blue Swan club owner, part of the Bratva. Formerly affiliated with the KGB.
Physical Description:
Vera is a rather fit and slim woman, with the physique of a dancer. She stands with a respectable height of 5'10" with neck-long blonde wavy hair and grey eyes. Her skin is rather pale, and she usually dresses sharply, emphasizing on her legs. She doesn't disclose her weight, but it is infered that it is above average due to the muscle tone she has. She doesn't overload herself with jewelry or makeup, instead choosing to wear simple jewelry and a watch where she carefully hides a garrote wire within. She also keeps a hidden revolver in a leg holster.
History:
Vera's story could have been one of thousands if not by some very precise events in her life. Born to a modest household in Moscow, young Vera soon showed a good physical aptitude and a keen mind, taking after her father, a systems engineer. One boiler explosion after, the household was left headless (in a sense literally, her father was reported to have been decapitated by flying debris). What seemed a bright future ended prematurely, Vera having to renounce to further education in order to tend to her shattered and alcoholic mother. It almost seemed that she would slowly descend into the criminal underbelly of Russia's capitol.
But people of other persuasions found her first. One of the KGB recruiters caught word of a lengthy police chase through the streets of Moscow with Vera as the target, and how she had kept the law enforcers at way with quick wit and excellent physical fitness. She was made an offer she could not refuse. If she helped the Motherland, she would be rewarded in return. And no sooner she finished high school, she was inducted in the dangerous world of espionage and covert operations.
By her early twenties, Vera was deployed in the already crumbling beyond belief Afghanistan situation. She still doesn't know which combinations of factors allowed her to have the absurd luck of making through it. While she was an intelligence specialist, she was spared nothing of the brunt of guerrilla combat, and often had to make snap decisions and decipher codes caked in her own waste and blood, all while waiting for reinforcements that were busy doing things elsewhere. At some point they even used her as just another gun to shoot, disregarding her role completely.
Even if the conflict ended in defeat and failure, Vera could not help but breathe in relief it was over, but not for long. Her mother had died due to alcoholism during the conflict, and to top it off, Moscow denied any of her involvements and operations, thus oficially, she never had participated. This drove a wedge between her and her higher ups, and when the agency blasted itself apart in 1991, and thus condemning to oblivion her patriotic services, she decided to make her move and get out of the sinking boat.
Exploiting corrupt networks that dealt with sex industry and human traficking, she initially set herself up as one of the girls to eventually reach the ears of the Mafiya, or Bratva. It did not take long for her hidden value to surface, as some fellow Afghanistan veterans had also flocked to West Hollywood. Not wanting to overstep her bounds, she carefully did not aim for the top, merely taking second-rate assignments and jobs, and exploiting the misogyny present in more than one mob boss to appear much less dangerous than she truly is. After several years of careful preparations, what was once called the "Moscow Spider" by the American CIA has spun a web in the heart of the criminal underwold, by using her war-forged contacts inside the Bratva and her information gathering abilities. A web she has all the intention to exploit to live a decent life until retirement.
The problem is, the boat is rocking again with tempestuous winds in Los Angeles, and the Spider might need to take action to avoid her careful plans from being undone...
Name: Vera Nikolayevna Voronova, "Vivi".
Age: 32
Occupation/Affiliation: The Blue Swan club owner, part of the Bratva. Formerly affiliated with the KGB.
Physical Description:
Vera is a rather fit and slim woman, with the physique of a dancer. She stands with a respectable height of 5'10" with neck-long blonde wavy hair and grey eyes. Her skin is rather pale, and she usually dresses sharply, emphasizing on her legs. She doesn't disclose her weight, but it is infered that it is above average due to the muscle tone she has. She doesn't overload herself with jewelry or makeup, instead choosing to wear simple jewelry and a watch where she carefully hides a garrote wire within. She also keeps a hidden revolver in a leg holster.
History:
Vera's story could have been one of thousands if not by some very precise events in her life. Born to a modest household in Moscow, young Vera soon showed a good physical aptitude and a keen mind, taking after her father, a systems engineer. One boiler explosion after, the household was left headless (in a sense literally, her father was reported to have been decapitated by flying debris). What seemed a bright future ended prematurely, Vera having to renounce to further education in order to tend to her shattered and alcoholic mother. It almost seemed that she would slowly descend into the criminal underbelly of Russia's capitol.
But people of other persuasions found her first. One of the KGB recruiters caught word of a lengthy police chase through the streets of Moscow with Vera as the target, and how she had kept the law enforcers at way with quick wit and excellent physical fitness. She was made an offer she could not refuse. If she helped the Motherland, she would be rewarded in return. And no sooner she finished high school, she was inducted in the dangerous world of espionage and covert operations.
By her early twenties, Vera was deployed in the already crumbling beyond belief Afghanistan situation. She still doesn't know which combinations of factors allowed her to have the absurd luck of making through it. While she was an intelligence specialist, she was spared nothing of the brunt of guerrilla combat, and often had to make snap decisions and decipher codes caked in her own waste and blood, all while waiting for reinforcements that were busy doing things elsewhere. At some point they even used her as just another gun to shoot, disregarding her role completely.
Even if the conflict ended in defeat and failure, Vera could not help but breathe in relief it was over, but not for long. Her mother had died due to alcoholism during the conflict, and to top it off, Moscow denied any of her involvements and operations, thus oficially, she never had participated. This drove a wedge between her and her higher ups, and when the agency blasted itself apart in 1991, and thus condemning to oblivion her patriotic services, she decided to make her move and get out of the sinking boat.
Exploiting corrupt networks that dealt with sex industry and human traficking, she initially set herself up as one of the girls to eventually reach the ears of the Mafiya, or Bratva. It did not take long for her hidden value to surface, as some fellow Afghanistan veterans had also flocked to West Hollywood. Not wanting to overstep her bounds, she carefully did not aim for the top, merely taking second-rate assignments and jobs, and exploiting the misogyny present in more than one mob boss to appear much less dangerous than she truly is. After several years of careful preparations, what was once called the "Moscow Spider" by the American CIA has spun a web in the heart of the criminal underwold, by using her war-forged contacts inside the Bratva and her information gathering abilities. A web she has all the intention to exploit to live a decent life until retirement.
The problem is, the boat is rocking again with tempestuous winds in Los Angeles, and the Spider might need to take action to avoid her careful plans from being undone...
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5 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Modern.
So taking new applicants? Be wary that I might be in a GTA-induced crazy, but I will try to stick to the Miami Vice ish thing.
Sasha
Sometimes, even the simplest of quests had unexpected turns. Such one of them had propelled Sasha in an awkward reaction, just as she was inches away from snatching another victory to the name of the Yenin. The force was mighty, for mighty was the curse, and she felt it in her flesh as she bounced off the wall, the curse making it so her posture was a postrated ridicule, the object of mockery that was her generous backside fully exposed as if a monument of defeat standing stall, her very pristine face hitting the ground.
Yet, for all small blessings, the accursed victim did not resent her failure, instead picking up the pace up to once again make the maiden crusader rise.
"...mdmdmfng...Tiramisu..." She, however, needed a few more second to get her bearings, her ears only hearing snippets of conversation around her. And then, like a revelation, the world came to be once more. More people were arriving. Commoners did love commotion, didn't they? Gossiping hens, the lot of them.
She raised her arms, prying the eager peasant's grip from her shoulders, with a firm gesture. "I do not heed the words of wicked ones, Nidfart. " She stung back, dedicating only a glance to the couple. Instead, her eyes fixated in the ever changing pupils of Kato." This curse is no small task. I shall need additional supplies. You, commoner." She added, her finger inches away from his face." In the name of the Yenin, I command, bring me forth Tiramisu from The Little Italian. Do so with haste, for your curse needs to be lifted, and my manservant Yuri is nowhere to be seen." The noble girl ordered the cursed couple of siblings, a stern expression on her face as she literally ordered him to fetch one of the most expensive dishes in Yekaterina.
It was when she eyed Aegus, with a glance, her face showing evident distaste before ignoring him. Such newly arrived upstarts to the noble families. Better not to talk to him, lest she caught something.
The new man, however, seemed a bit lost, and had a very bad case of dry skin. "Seek her not, commoner. For she deals in curses and absolutely raunchy black loincloth." She indicated with her stare towards Alicia, before shaking her head in disapproval, before returning to stare back to Kato.
Her belly also requested the tiramisu, too. Insistently.
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Yes, be aware that you cannot have the perfect character for it if i havent fully developed a set of rules for it.
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It's just a question of maths, really.
Humans are 7 billion (7,000,000,000) people.
Half of them are women. (3,500,000,000)
Approximatedly 1 in each 100,000 shows the genetic markers to become a Witch and manipulate arcane powers that defy comprehension (35,000)
Add that the ratio of arcane powers between women and men is 1000:1 (35,035)
This is a world where 90% of the wealth is accumulated on 10% of the people.
When these Witches awoke, be it because solar activity, climate change, pollution or cosmic alignments, how many of these were born in the 90% of the world who struggled to make a living?(31,532)
And... how many of those, having gained reality bending powers overnight, sought to overturn their situation?
The world as we knew... was torn aside in what we know as the Great Awakening, the Walpurgisnacht.
Humans are 7 billion (7,000,000,000) people.
Half of them are women. (3,500,000,000)
Approximatedly 1 in each 100,000 shows the genetic markers to become a Witch and manipulate arcane powers that defy comprehension (35,000)
Add that the ratio of arcane powers between women and men is 1000:1 (35,035)
This is a world where 90% of the wealth is accumulated on 10% of the people.
When these Witches awoke, be it because solar activity, climate change, pollution or cosmic alignments, how many of these were born in the 90% of the world who struggled to make a living?(31,532)
And... how many of those, having gained reality bending powers overnight, sought to overturn their situation?
The world as we knew... was torn aside in what we know as the Great Awakening, the Walpurgisnacht.
- Extract from the handwritten notes of a scientist found in Geneva, Switzerland
Okay, so this is my third attempt at doing a RPG ever in this board. Witch Hunter - Apocalyse, as its name indicates, will be about hunting witches. But it will also be set in a world that is very much like our own, except it was turned upside down by the surgence of the supernatural, long thought to be just an old wives' tale.
As a result of a lot of people (the eponymous Witches, often women, but very rarely men) gaining game-changing power overnight, Governments collapsed, and the world was turned around in a state of disrepair and anarchy, where Witches like ages old warlords, or in this case warladies compete fiercely for resources and thralls, much like the ones before them. With this surgence of magic unto the world, creatures of myth that were thought to not have existed (what we will be calling supernals for the sake of simplicity, even if it's an eclectic group that includes from unicorns to undead) have returned.
However, not everything was destroyed. The embers of civilization still are lit, in the form of Operation Zero, or OZ for short. The last ditch effort of all the old world's government to restore order. People, supernals, and even witches who don't wish ill to mankind fill their ranks (although witches get a lot of flak for the sins of their kin).
You will be one of them.
You will hunt witches.
Sasha
The two dark ones continued in their dark covenant, the she-witch having the gall to thank Sasha in a condescending tone that was much more evil than stealing candy from children. And yet, the Crusader knew that the work was laid before her. There was a tortured soul in front of her, seeking redemption. A most wroth curse indeed, judging by the erratic gestures and the eyes changing colours all the time. He did look like that snake from that Selvatic Book or whatever. It was a peasant movie to be fair.
So she clacked her heel, standing tall (well... the most she could, she was still a young noblewoman, after all) in front of the supplicant."It would seem heartless to just force your punishment upon you given the urgency of your situation. I am one of the Yenin, and I say curses before lunch. But do not think you will be exempted of your debts." Sasha said, as she undid her gloves, and with the clap of thunder, squished Kato's cheeks, as her hands started to glow with her healing light.
"CURSE, BE GONE!" She announced out loud. Well, this time her stomach didn't ruin it with inopportune growling.
Leaving the Rp.
Sasha
The taint of evil she-snakes was all-pervading, a testament on how mere words and acts could rot even the most pure thoughts and flail souls like the wrath of the gods and goddesses mars the flesh of sinners. That accursed hellion who spared no effort in even showing the clothing of her most intimate regions to the foul demonspawn in a moot attempt to cajole him in the unholy alliance, made a remark not unlike a poison barb coated in honey. Sasha's grip around her blade tightened, as the sound of metal against scabbard was heard.
But before she could expose how her heart matched those sinful albeit tasteful panties in colour, a peasant of the most rude persuasion dared interrupt her, with the excuse of importance. A fact the horrific demonspawn tried to capitalize by spouting drivel about judging people not by their appearance. As if! That witch-temptress underwear was proof of her sin! The one called Nid-whatever pressed on, with an offer of food, furthermore.
But she would not waver. Knowing these creatures, they would rather put a vile poison in her dish. Or badly-stewed broccoli.
"Justice never stops, not even against temptresses with hearts as black as their loincloths!" Sasha protested, throwing Alicia a glare with so much righteous fury her cheeks became puffy and her lips curled. Some people called it pouting, but they were uneducated villains.
Reluctantly ignoring the unholy couple (and most of the Nid-whatever drivel), Sasha spun around in her heels, turning to face the person whose demands of attention had broken any sort of etiquette.
"The nerve, peasant! Even if it most important, manners are to be observed. You don't want to end up like the harlot, flashing that black lace everywhere and making awful remarks about hunger just because she is sated by eating men! Nevertheless, in the name of Justice, I shall heed your request." She said, letting go of her sword.
"However, as punishment, you shall shoulder the costs of sating a crusader of Light like myself!" She demanded of Kato, as a second growl came from her stomach. If that stupid manservant of Yuri would not provide, the rude peasant should take his place!
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