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Call of Cthulhu: Sea of Nightmares

Mona let out a little gasp as the woman spun to face her. Her pencil scratched on the paper, the disorganized way the wind caught the woman’s hair, the swirl of motion were the perfect counter point to the lowering wreck. For now it was just a sketch, but later she could bring the scene alive with oils.

Mona felt herself relax slightly, the beach seemed a little less desolate now that she was sharing it with someone.

“I came to draw,” she said trying to sort out the English words in her mind before she spoke them.

“I read the article in the paper about the shipwreck, such a strange thing, I thought it might inspire me.. for my paintings.” She felt foolish saying such things to someone she hadn’t been introduced to.

“Mi dispiace… I’m Mona, Mona di Luccio.”

Call of Cthulhu: Sea of Nightmares

Mona walked determinedly through the grey afternoon. It seemed appropriate to her that the weather was bad, she would never paint a shipwreck in the sunshine. The sand, still warm from earlier sunshine, felt good on her bare feet. Ahead of her the dark mass of the shipwreck loomed. It had a morbid romance to it alright, perfect. Reaching into her purse she drew out a sketchbook and began to work.

She lost herself in her art, she stood by the sea sketching furiously, trying to capture mood and ambiance. It wasn’t until she made the first strokes of a figure that she realized she wasn’t alone on the beach. With a start she looked up.

“Buonasera, um I mean that is good afternoon,” she called.

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Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

It hung in the air for a long moment with no one speaking. Selene imported the view from Snake’s visor to her own to see what was going on. Both men looked young and poorly disciplined. Dressed in ill-fitting clothing and pieces of body armor, they didn’t look like the terrors her mind had conjured. Suddenly an idea occurred to her. Snake evidently saw the light go in her eyes and arched an eyebrow, barely visible through his visor.

“I think I can lure them Snake,” she whispered. He nodded briskly, eager to be moving she supposed.

“Knives,” she whispered to the nearby marines. They might not use actual knives of course, the power assist of the armor was more than sufficient to make an open handed blow lethal, but it gave the right impression. With a deft move she reached up and manually powered off her helmet speakers, then lifted her visor. This was no time to make mistakes. She cleared her throat and aimed her voice at the door using the acoustics of the stairwell to carry it to the insurgents.

“Go home silly you’ve had way too much to drink,” she called in a soft feminine contralto. She embellished it with a throaty giggle. The insurgents heads came up, their grips tightening on their rifles before the gender of the speaker and the words disarmed them. Most colonies were a little behind the curve when it came to women in combat roles. The pair exchanged sly, wicked grins and started to saunter towards the stair well. It didn’t look like they had murder in mind. Unlike the marines of course. She locked her visor down and took a step back to give the professionals room to work.

Call of Cthulhu: Sea of Nightmares

Basic information:
Name: Mona Di Luccio
Age: 22
Profession: Artist
Useful skills:

Attention to Detail – Mona’s artistic talent borders on the prodigious. She is able to capture a scene at a glance and recreate it in charcoal or oil to the smallest detail.

Fit – Mona keeps herself in excellent shape. She spent her childhood hiking in the alps and is a regular swimmer.

Languages – Classically educated Mona can speak English, Greek, Latin, French and Spanish as well as her native Italian.

Smooth Talker – Mona is capable of being very adept socially. She manages to make people like her despite themselves. She is able to craft a convincing lie as well as ingratiate herself.

Unskilled in:

Self Control – Mona is a passionate an impulsive girl who rarely thinks her decisions through.

Survival – Raised in Milan and having only recently come to North Carolina Mona knows that food comes from the general store.

Modesty – Certain stereotypes about Mediterranean’s seem to be personified in Mona. She has yet to adjust to the more stayed pace of life in rural America.

Self Knowledge – Mona equates her youthful vitality with invincibility.

Appearance:
Height: 5’6
Weight: 130 lb
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black
Skin color: White
Description: A small lithe woman with a mischievous smile. Mona is slowly trading in the coltishness of youth for softer proportions of adulthood.

Personality:
Interactions with others: Mona is friendly and gregarious and is often excited to meet new people and see new places. She secretly regards Americans as uncultured and uncouth but chooses to view this as endearing. She has a sunny smile which she uses often.
Likes: Art, music, poetry, men, the finer things in life
Dislikes: Fascists, rudeness, provincialism, boredom
Fears: Rats, obscurity, being trapped in rural isolation.
Aspirations/goals: To become a famous artist and travel the world.

Mental State: Mona is slightly unbalanced, she has been tying for years to paint a dream she once had of a great underwater city but cannot ever seem to get the geometry to work correctly.

Equipment list:

Sketch pad
Pencils
Charcoal
Pistol
Wine
Make up

Call of Cthulhu: Sea of Nightmares

Still interested ill be posting my character tonight hopefully.

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

Lets see some naval action then, it will make a more interesting story if the ship is damaged or driven off station!

Call of Cthulhu: Sea of Nightmares interest check

Id love to play, do you want me to post a character concept here? I'm thinking of a parish priest.

Rapere Solis (Heavy Sci-FI/Space Fleet RP)

It looks that way, I keep hoping and hoping for someone to post ;)

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

Selene darted through the street scape just as she had been taught during her training. She kept herself in the center of a triangle that seemed to be forming between O’Hennessey, Rooster and another soldier who’s name she hadn’t gotten. She was supposed to be near the head quarters unit and so far O’Hennessey was it. Once someone got hit, or they set up a defensive position she would have somewhere to work.

The city seemed alien to her, possessing neither the modern grace of Lucerne nor the pastoral idyllic quality of rural Switzerland. Many of the building were damaged, either by enemy fire or looting by the native population. A large proportion of which were hostile to her and her Marines. Somewhat belatedly she unsnapped her pistol and bought it up to the appropriate position. At least she could look like a soldier.

A series of powerful explosions rocked the streets ahead and she almost barreled into O’Hennessy’s back as he stopped, making a sudden change in direction she hadn’t anticipated. She gritted her teeth. Just stay near him the man had said. So far so good.