Bartimaeus

Bart's Character Index

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Royal Rumble!

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The three approached the middle of the field - with still no visible sign of the enemy besides artillery fire and the quickly-quelled snow. It seemed the enemy would be playing defense. That may be a slight problem - Bak was likely good at holding checkpoints.

The Alchemist cracked his knuckles after he had jogged to catch up with the other two. "Looks like we're facing a few chickens, eh? Well, let's not let the yellow-bellies stay all couped up.." he jeered as entered the crude "hall", and approached the wall that was closer to their side of the field.

A couple seconds and a few crackling strains of energy later, a thin, but wide, horizontal peephole appeared in the stonework. "Eheheh, there ya are.." he chuckled. He placed both hands against the stone, then removed them, leaving two dark-spots of energy, before drawing back both his arms-

-and thrusting them into the wall.

The black energy streaked down the stone, disappearing into the ground below it - before shooting back up quickly into Aram's hands, the wall along with the ground it on stood on vibrating, shaking like a mini earthquake. He was performing a mass transfer of the ground through the wall. And the result - two massive hands of rock, each several feet wide from thumb-knuckle to outer-hand, burst forward from the wall, shooting out violently fast - one towards Rurik, and one towards the much further away Bak.

Both hands were slightly larger than Bak herself - and every few yards, the "arm" of each one sprouted thick supports that would shoot out from below and dig into the ground - to support the weight of the quickly-elongating structures.

The leftmost hand shot out towards Rurik in a shape reminiscent of a sideways, sign-language "Y". Aram aimed to widen the attack to keep the other student from avoiding it as much as he could. The other hand came flying at Bak in a simple, open-hand form, aiming to grasp her and squeeze her into submission.

"AHAHAHA, dodge this, slowpokes!" he shouted as his attacks ripped through the air towards his opponents.

Avatar: Out of the Ashes 🔥

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Jirani Mini

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A spot of water dampened her shoulder.

Then another.

Then another.

She held out her bare hand to the sky, letting more of the water land upon her skin - it seemed the drips were now congregating more into a drizzle. Even without bending - one could tell from the atmosphere and the clouds that it was going to rain soon. Yet the prison personnel still let the benders out into the yard.

How foolish.. Jirani thought. They had protocol for these sort of things - if it was raining, or seemed it was about to - the prisoners were to stay inside. Even if it meant they were deprived of their fresh air for the day.

The short, young woman stood towards the corner of the courtyard, away from most of the other inmates. Being in this prison meant she had betrayed her nation, but she didn't know which of the prisoners would see reason or not - just being associated with the Fire Nation was grounds for being beat in a prison. And she wasn't sure the guards would help her either, if it came to that.

However, with a fight having erupted in the center of the courtyard, and a new flock of inmates arriving to the yard as the doors moved to the side, it seemed like the prime moment for some sort of riot to take place - though there was no way in hell she could start one by herself..

But, it seem she didn't have to.

One of the newly arrived inmates, seemingly oblivious to the rules placed on benders when in prison, caught some of the drizzle, and launched it towards the group fighting in the middle. As you'd expect - none of the guards liked that. She was quickly surrounded by said guards, the men clutching their hilts and calling the art of flame to their palms. If she was trying to distract them even further - it had worked.

Naught but a few seconds later, a swirling ball of air - apexed by a girl about her size - came hurling past her; the force almost toppling the ex-officer. She stumbled to keep her footing, flailing her arms. A-An Airbender?? How has she even survived in here this long?! she thought frantically.

It had seemed the yard had quickly complicated itself - far more than she had anticipated. Perhaps escape would actually be possible! We have to act fast, before they send more soldiers.. she thought as she ran towards a guard that was preoccupied with other inmates.

"Riot!" she heard called allowed. Now the other inmates were stirring. She witnessed the others start to turn on the guards as she ran, the Earthbenders shooting chunks of rock at the outnumbered guards, and the present Waterbenders working to quell the already-suppressed flames of them. The riot was now well underway.

Jirani darted behind the guard she had approached, aiming to slam her foot into the back of his knee, then deliver a swift forearm to the crook of his neck - where his helmet did not protect him.

If only she were that fortunate.

As she made for her attack, the guard moved his leg, causing her to end up kicking him in the calf. Which he didn't like, obviously.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he shouted at her as he turned to shoulder her away roughly, unsheathing his blade.

But Jirani had other plans - she threw herself into him as he tried to draw his weapon, clasping her own hands around the hilt to try and wrestle it from his grasp. He had the strength advantage, but she had the momentum. Hopefully she would be able to topple him, and rip the weapon from his hands, threatening him into submission with it.

Royal Rumble: Side-story

_{Aegus Reister}

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Aegus raised his eyebrows. A tournament, hmm? He had never been in one, but he had heard of them. And he had nothing else to do - he was smart enough to not attend class - who needed to go to a financial math class when you were in a wealth class of your own? In any case, the proposition of a tournament intrigued him.

He stood up from where he had been eavesdropping outside of the room, while tossing the remnants of his icecream in the trash, and casually strolling over to the door, leaning against the frame of it - directly behind Kato.

”A tournament, you say? he interrupted. ”If you less fortunate folk need a sponsor, or perhaps a power-player, I may be your gentleman.” he said as he adjusted his canvas gloves, while looking directly at Nidgardt. Despite the fact that the white-haired boy was noticeably shorter than the Foul-breed, his gaze still implied that he was looking down on him. The group as a whole, even.

”I expect no material rewards, of course, you people can keep what gains they award - no, what I want is entertainment. Perhaps Glory - as I already have fame.” Well, at least that’s how he saw himself - partially famous. Though he wasn’t. Most people at the school who had seen what he was outwardly like during his short time here - would likey only see him as the “snobby asshole exchange student”.

However, his real motives - while they were somewhat influenced by his own need for entertainment - were to get his parents to notice what he could accomplish without his money. If they thought he didn’t need it, they would give it back.

But in Aegus’ eyes, he very much did need it.

Avatar: Out of the Ashes 🔥

Jirani Mini

Jirani

☼ The mistakes of your past do not define your person. ☼
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𝕊ynopsis

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛ℕame↚۩๑

Jirani Mini

๑۩↛𝔸lias↚۩๑

Misaki Jiru

๑۩↛𝔸ge↚۩๑

21

๑۩↛𝔾ender↚۩๑

Female

๑۩↛ℕation↚۩๑

Fire Nation

ℂountenance & 𝔻isposition

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛𝔸t 𝔽irst 𝔾lance↚۩๑

⊰ℍeight⊱ 5'2"	⊰𝕎eight⊱ 124 lbs	⊰𝔹uild⊱ Petite, Short	⊰𝕊kin 𝕋one⊱ Fair	⊰𝔼yes⊱ Color/Shape	⊰ℍair⊱ Light Blond/Unkempt, Yet Presentable/Short

๑۩↛ℂharacter 𝕀mage↚۩๑

๑۩↛𝔻efining 𝔽eatures↚۩๑

Jirani doesn't have much in the way of scars, as she was largely not in the frontlines of skirmishes, due to her short stature - but she does a a very light and short one vertically over the edge of her jawline. Additionally, she also often finds cowlicks in her hair, much to her embarrassment.

๑۩↛ℙanache↚۩๑

Jirani is very picky about her clothing. Even in her "casual" attire, she enjoys a military-esque aesthetic, always picking clothing with tight shoulders and buttons. Sashes, belts, canvas gloves, and fine shoes also all fit into this category. However - she is quite accustomed to moving in such clothing. Also, she usually keeps a dark color pallet.

๑۩↛𝕎indow 𝕋o 𝕋he 𝕊oul↚۩๑

⊰ℙrimary 𝕋rait⊱ Persistent/Determined	⊰𝕊econdary 𝕋rait⊱ Demure	⊰𝕋ertiary 𝕋rait⊱ Erudite	⊰𝕆rientation⊱ (Unknowingly) Bisexual	⊰ℝelations⊱ Single	⊰𝔽aith⊱ Agonistic

๑۩↛ℙersonality↚۩๑

Jirani is one very determined girl, with great leadership skills, when she is focused on the task at hand. She will stop at very little to get done what needs to be done for the good of the people. When given an opportunity to help someone, she will do what she can to help them, permitting it does not come at the expense of others. Because of her past and her present, she does not judge people by their past choices, or by what they look like from first glance - she believes that people can change their ways, too.
However, when the girl is not in the midst of an important assignment - she is quite bashful. When interacting with others, she will not be so forward when it isn't vital. She often finds herself embarrassed when people discuss touchy subjects, or when she is in the spotlight.

๑۩↛ℚuirks↚۩๑

Due to the girl's largely bashful nature, she is one to blush when embarrassed - tinging her cheeks, and even sometimes her ears lightly, pink. Even simply thinking about the action can cause her to blush.
When nervous, Jirani will often be seen adjusting her clothing, despite how kept they are, or biting her lip. She may occasionally tap her feet when she is nervous. She will also bite her lip when she observes something that she likes, or makes her excited. Finally, when Jirani gets angry, which is not often, she will usually ball her fists tightly, and crease her brow in frustration.

๑۩↛𝕐ay 𝕆r ℕay↚۩๑

Despite being a member of the "evil" Fire Nation, Jirani has a kind heart. If she sees someone in need - she will help them with all of her ability. As such is true, if she sees anybody bullying others, she will try to stop them, even if she puts herself in danger. She heavily dislikes cheaters, bullies, swindlers, thiefs, and the like. But she adores people who help others, or show initiative and leadership. She also likes when people have fashion sense.

A few things she likes are: Animals, Engineering, Swords, Desserts/Sweets, etc.
Notably, despite being from the Fire Nation, Jirani loves rain - and the moon.

ℕumerology & 𝕂nowledge

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๑۩↛𝕊tandings↚۩๑

⊰𝔹ending⊱ None.	⊰𝕃evel⊱ 1	⊰𝔼xperience⊱ 0	⊰𝕄ax ℍℙ⊱ 3	⊰𝔸lignment⊱ NG	⊰𝔸ℂ⊱ 13

๑۩↛𝔹asic 𝔸bilities↚۩๑

⊰ℂharisma⊱ 16	⊰𝕀ntelligence⊱ 16	⊰𝕎isdom⊱ 12	⊰𝕊trength⊱ 11	⊰𝔻exterity⊱ 17	⊰ℂonstitution⊱ 5

๑۩↛𝕊pecial 𝔸bilities↚۩๑

• Weapon Training
• Brawling
• Hide

๑۩↛𝕎eaknesses↚۩๑

• No Bending
• Weak Against Benders

๑۩↛𝔼quipment↚۩๑

• Fire Nation Prisoner Garb (Treasonous Officer Edition)

ℝigmarole & 𝕀nteractions

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛ℙast↚۩๑

Jirani grew up in the household of her father, who was/is a soldier of the Fire Nation army. As such, she was taught to be very disciplined from a very young age. However - she was a daddy's girl, and he had a soft heart for his only daughter, so as a result, she was fairly sheltered. She lived a calm life with her father until it came time for her to choose what path she wanted to take in life - and she chose her father's path. From then on, he as tougher on her. He toughened her mind, and her physical self to prepare her for the hardships and training that would lie ahead of her. When she came of age to join the Fire Nation's military, she did so - and with flying colors. She eventually advanced to a cozy position as the right hand of a well-credited Fire Nation General.

๑۩↛ℙresent↚۩๑

Nowadays, Jarani holds a cozy paycheck, and resides in a warm home she bought for her aging father. Being the right-hand of a Fire Nation General does have its downsides, however... She doesn't have much time for friends. She only has acquaintances in the few guards she has, and the people under her and above her - but these aren't much of friendly relationships, they are more mandatory ones...and being an only child surely doesn't help with her relative loneliness.

But now things are changing. Ever since she was accused of Treason, she has received one letter from her father. Which she hasn't opened - for fear it will reveal the loss of his loving support.

๑۩↛𝔽uture↚۩๑

Jirani only hopes to see peace. She could go without ever seeing another war - or ever needing another military. Because who in their right mind wants a war? She now aspires to rid the world of the Fire Nation's atrocities. This isn't to say she wishes to wipe them out - but she wishes to change the Nation for the better.

𝕄uch 𝔸do 𝔸bout ℕothing

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๑۩↛ℂaptured!↚۩๑

• ⊰ℂrime⊱ Treason: All the atrocities the Fire Nation committed were not enough to fully sway Jarani's loyalty. Not even the supposed slaughter of the Air Nomads - until one was ordered to be executed, and she was to supervise it. Moments before the tattoo'd man was cut down, she halted the executioner, and ordered him and all the guards in the execution room to leave. She cut his bindings with haste, allowing him to escape. When her commanding officer was called to the execution room - despite her attempts to play it off as being overpowered by the man, using the bruise on her cheek she gave herself as proof - he found that the bindings were cut cleanly. A sure sign of treachery. Jarani was promptly arrested and sentenced.
• ⊰𝔾uilt⊱ Guilty.
• ⊰𝕊entence⊱ Life in prison.
• ⊰𝕋ime⊱ Two Weeks.

๑۩↛ℝhapsody↚۩๑

• [url=http://]Song Name - Artist[/url] //Still Looking//
• "W-What?!"
• "When people step on you, pierce their foot - they won't make that mistake a second time."

๑۩↛𝔼tc, 𝔼tc, 𝔼tc↚۩๑

• Fullmetal Alchemist (Original/Brotherhood)

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Avatar: Out of the Ashes 🔥

@BlueSky44@Morose

Jirani Mini

Jirani

☼ The mistakes of your past do not define your person. ☼
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𝕊ynopsis

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛ℕame↚۩๑

Jirani Mini

๑۩↛𝔸lias↚۩๑

Misaki Jiru

๑۩↛𝔸ge↚۩๑

21

๑۩↛𝔾ender↚۩๑

Female

๑۩↛ℕation↚۩๑

Fire Nation

ℂountenance & 𝔻isposition

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛𝔸t 𝔽irst 𝔾lance↚۩๑

⊰ℍeight⊱ 5'2"	⊰𝕎eight⊱ 124 lbs	⊰𝔹uild⊱ Petite, Short	⊰𝕊kin 𝕋one⊱ Fair	⊰𝔼yes⊱ Color/Shape	⊰ℍair⊱ Light Blond/Unkempt, Yet Presentable/Short

๑۩↛ℂharacter 𝕀mage↚۩๑

๑۩↛𝔻efining 𝔽eatures↚۩๑

Jirani doesn't have much in the way of scars, as she was largely not in the frontlines of skirmishes, due to her short stature - but she does a a very light and short one vertically over the edge of her jawline. Additionally, she also often finds cowlicks in her hair, much to her embarrassment.

๑۩↛ℙanache↚۩๑

Jirani is very picky about her clothing. Even in her "casual" attire, she enjoys a military-esque aesthetic, always picking clothing with tight shoulders and buttons. Sashes, belts, canvas gloves, and fine shoes also all fit into this category. However - she is quite accustomed to moving in such clothing. Also, she usually keeps a dark color pallet.

๑۩↛𝕎indow 𝕋o 𝕋he 𝕊oul↚۩๑

⊰ℙrimary 𝕋rait⊱ Persistent/Determined	⊰𝕊econdary 𝕋rait⊱ Demure	⊰𝕋ertiary 𝕋rait⊱ Erudite	⊰𝕆rientation⊱ (Unknowingly) Bisexual	⊰ℝelations⊱ Single	⊰𝔽aith⊱ Agonistic

๑۩↛ℙersonality↚۩๑

Jirani is one very determined girl, with great leadership skills, when she is focused on the task at hand. She will stop at very little to get done what needs to be done for the good of the people. When given an opportunity to help someone, she will do what she can to help them, permitting it does not come at the expense of others. Because of her past and her present, she does not judge people by their past choices, or by what they look like from first glance - she believes that people can change their ways, too.
However, when the girl is not in the midst of an important assignment - she is quite bashful. When interacting with others, she will not be so forward when it isn't vital. She often finds herself embarrassed when people discuss touchy subjects, or when she is in the spotlight.

๑۩↛ℚuirks↚۩๑

Due to the girl's largely bashful nature, she is one to blush when embarrassed - tinging her cheeks, and even sometimes her ears lightly, pink. Even simply thinking about the action can cause her to blush.
When nervous, Jirani will often be seen adjusting her clothing, despite how kept they are, or biting her lip. She may occasionally tap her feet when she is nervous. She will also bite her lip when she observes something that she likes, or makes her excited. Finally, when Jirani gets angry, which is not often, she will usually ball her fists tightly, and crease her brow in frustration.

๑۩↛𝕐ay 𝕆r ℕay↚۩๑

Despite being a member of the "evil" Fire Nation, Jirani has a kind heart. If she sees someone in need - she will help them with all of her ability. As such is true, if she sees anybody bullying others, she will try to stop them, even if she puts herself in danger. She heavily dislikes cheaters, bullies, swindlers, thiefs, and the like. But she adores people who help others, or show initiative and leadership. She also likes when people have fashion sense.

A few things she likes are: Animals, Engineering, Swords, Desserts/Sweets, etc.
Notably, despite being from the Fire Nation, Jirani loves rain - and the moon.

ℕumerology & 𝕂nowledge

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛𝕊tandings↚۩๑

⊰𝔹ending⊱ None.	⊰𝕃evel⊱ 1	⊰𝔼xperience⊱ 0	⊰𝕄ax ℍℙ⊱ 3	⊰𝔸lignment⊱ NG	⊰𝔸ℂ⊱ 13

๑۩↛𝔹asic 𝔸bilities↚۩๑

⊰ℂharisma⊱ 16	⊰𝕀ntelligence⊱ 16	⊰𝕎isdom⊱ 12	⊰𝕊trength⊱ 11	⊰𝔻exterity⊱ 17	⊰ℂonstitution⊱ 5

๑۩↛𝕊pecial 𝔸bilities↚۩๑

• Weapon Training
• Brawling
• Hide

๑۩↛𝕎eaknesses↚۩๑

• No Bending
• Weak Against Benders

๑۩↛𝔼quipment↚۩๑

• Fire Nation Prisoner Garb (Treasonous Officer Edition)

ℝigmarole & 𝕀nteractions

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛ℙast↚۩๑

Jirani grew up in the household of her father, who was/is a soldier of the Fire Nation army. As such, she was taught to be very disciplined from a very young age. However - she was a daddy's girl, and he had a soft heart for his only daughter, so as a result, she was fairly sheltered. She lived a calm life with her father until it came time for her to choose what path she wanted to take in life - and she chose her father's path. From then on, he as tougher on her. He toughened her mind, and her physical self to prepare her for the hardships and training that would lie ahead of her. When she came of age to join the Fire Nation's military, she did so - and with flying colors. She eventually advanced to a cozy position as the right hand of a well-credited Fire Nation General.

๑۩↛ℙresent↚۩๑

Nowadays, Jarani holds a cozy paycheck, and resides in a warm home she bought for her aging father. Being the right-hand of a Fire Nation General does have its downsides, however... She doesn't have much time for friends. She only has acquaintances in the few guards she has, and the people under her and above her - but these aren't much of friendly relationships, they are more mandatory ones...and being an only child surely doesn't help with her relative loneliness.

But now things are changing. Ever since she was accused of Treason, she has received one letter from her father. Which she hasn't opened - for fear it will reveal the loss of his loving support.

๑۩↛𝔽uture↚۩๑

Jirani only hopes to see peace. She could go without ever seeing another war - or ever needing another military. Because who in their right mind wants a war? She now aspires to rid the world of the Fire Nation's atrocities. This isn't to say she wishes to wipe them out - but she wishes to change the Nation for the better.

𝕄uch 𝔸do 𝔸bout ℕothing

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛ℂaptured!↚۩๑

• ⊰ℂrime⊱ Treason: All the atrocities the Fire Nation committed were not enough to fully sway Jarani's loyalty. Not even the supposed slaughter of the Air Nomads - until one was ordered to be executed, and she was to supervise it. Moments before the tattoo'd man was cut down, she halted the executioner, and ordered him and all the guards in the execution room to leave. She cut his bindings with haste, allowing him to escape. When her commanding officer was called to the execution room - despite her attempts to play it off as being overpowered by the man, using the bruise on her cheek she gave herself as proof - he found that the bindings were cut cleanly. A sure sign of treachery. Jarani was promptly arrested and sentenced.
• ⊰𝔾uilt⊱ Guilty.
• ⊰𝕊entence⊱ Life in prison.
• ⊰𝕋ime⊱ Two Weeks.

๑۩↛ℝhapsody↚۩๑

• [url=http://]Song Name - Artist[/url] //Still Looking//
• "W-What?!"
• "When people step on you, pierce their foot - they won't make that mistake a second time."

๑۩↛𝔼tc, 𝔼tc, 𝔼tc↚۩๑

• Fullmetal Alchemist (Original/Brotherhood)

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_{By submitting this CS, I am agreeing to all the rules and requirements of this Rp. I understand the consequences of breaking them, which can include, but is not limited to, removal from the Rp and my character meeting the most horrific and/or comical death possible. I also agree to conduct myself in a respectful manner at all times towards the Gm and my fellow Rpers.}

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Bart's Character Garbage Dump

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Criminals come from all walks of life. Maybe you started as a simple petty thief and slowly became absorbed in the deep dark world of crime. Or maybe you were born into this darker side of the world, having past connections to a mob. Perhaps you have a cripplingly expensive addiction and have no other choices. Or, maybe you're just an adrenaline addict.
The thing is, nobody gives a fuck why we do what we do. They don't care. They just fear us for what we're capable of. As they fucking should. We're very good at what we do, and people don't respect that. But they will. Oooh, they will. We're gonna leave our mark on every big business that touches the light of day. I swear you that.

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I am the Senior, and I have the connections and skillset to make you a very rich individual. About a week ago, I finally put a plan, which I've been working on for a while, into motion. I found you, and a select few others, who are very good at being very bad. Yes, I know who you are and what you can do - no, it doesn't matter how I know. What does matter is that I'm offering you the chance to change everything you know for the better. I'm offering you the chance to spin the modern world as we know it on its head. The chance to make a difference...especially for your pocketbook.

It's a crew. Yes, a crew, but not just any crew. Professionals. All of you. Professionals who need partners. You may not think you do, but that's because you haven't seen true success. You know all those fat cats at the top who get famous just from being rich, right? They're household names. You don't see that in our line of work. But you will in time. We can make each other the richest motherfuckers on the planet, and if you're into a bit of voyeurism, we can make eachother the most famous motherfucking criminals on the planet, too.

That is, if you accept my offer.

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Alright well, this is a pretty simple idea it seems. But don't you worry, we'll be getting into much more complicated scenarios throughout the length of this RP. This obviously has heavy inspiration from themes seen in the Payday videogame franchise, as well as a lil' bit from the Shadowrun tabletop franchise. This here world is set in a future(20XX) version of ours in which there are very slight supernatural phenomenon that grant few people supernatural abilities. These phenomenon don't do much, but they can have quite an impact on the lives of those who know how to use them.
Now before I bore you or scare you off, let me post the CS:

CS

Nickname

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Name:

First Last

Nickname:

Nickname

Age:

20-36

Nationality:

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Appearance:

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Personality:

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Bio:

Short summary.

Skillset:

Entry Notes

Phenomena:

If they have a phenomena, detail it here - though it is not a necessary feature. Phenomena are slight mental/illusory effects that are never blatant IC. Examples would be things like being able to subconsciously partially mute one's own pain or emotions, or something like very weak hypnotism.

Personal Equipment:

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I'm looking for dedicated players to join me in a long-term rp for this idea. Ideally we'd have a group of a maximum of five, probably. Really looking for people to stick around with me for this'n.
I'll be acting as a sort of semi-semi-GM(lol) for this, directing the actions of The Senior(who directs the crew on occasion and provides jobs for them) as well as my own character within the crew - but all background characters(aside from those involved with The Senior's assignments) and such will, for the mostpart, be spread amongst our rp group as makes sense.

In terms of what I want from prospective players:
I obviously expect solid writing ability that fits within the general terms for an advanced rp. Good punctuation, two paragraphs minimum and all that, you get it. If you are lacking in this department I will not accept you. I very well may look at your post history, should I feel the need.
I also would say a soft-deadline of one week is reasonable for posts. There'll be a discord if we like that(I do), so communication will be frequent!

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Uhhh, I'm 100% sure I'm forgetting something but here we go anyway!

Bart's Character Garbage Dump

Character Sheet

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An image of the character could go here. Ensure this is heavily detailed as well in the appearance segment too.

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Name
Revel Belrose

Gender
Female

Age
Born June 830 -- 16 pre-training

Sexuality
Bisexual

Ethnicity
French-Germanic (Swiss)

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Appearance
Description of how they look, physically as well as in their attire, both commonly on duty and off duty. If there's no face claim/image used earlier, this may have to be a bit more detailed than normally. If there's any additional apparel items they wear, do mention too.

Personality
You couldn’t be blamed for thinking Revel a rude person. When she’s not seemingly ignoring those around her, her interactions are brief and often laden with sarcastic remarks. She tends to seem rather distanced socially, purposely not engaging in conversations without some sort of coaxing - and even then, she doesn’t let down her guard. This is largely due to her glaring trust issues. Revel was a very talkative, fun girl when she was a bit younger, but her stepfather changed that with his abusive behavior - warping her into a mostly introverted and socially cautious individual.

Despite these faults, she does still have a more tender side. When she does finally come to trust someone and befriend them, she seems almost like a different person to them. She will slowly become less tense, more talkative, and be much more open to suggestion. Her sarcastic attitude will, too, change - losing the rather dry tone and taking on a more good-spirited, teasing one. While befriending this stubborn girl is quite the task, once you do so she will never leave your side.

However, there is also another facet of Revel’s personality that stands rather contrastingly to her other behaviors. She is a very dedicated girl when it comes to tasks involving her desired place within the Paradis Island Military. When she becomes focused on a task, she becomes really focused, and it can be difficult to interrupt or dissuade her from her goal.

Even if she does possess an inherent distrust of others, she generally tries to follow orders to a T - but can sometimes find herself conflicted in highly stressful situations where either of her options have significant impact on her or others.

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Branch
112th Trainee Corps

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Biography
How has their upbringing been? What notable events led to who they are now, or were there any to begin with? Go as in-depth as you'd like.

Affiliations / Relationships
Who are they families, major friends or life-impacting individuals with prior to the RP's beginning? Some can be established early with other players if you want to begin connected to another character, or you can freely update it when more characters come into yours life.
Zhera Halnaut

Character Theme
Not necessary, but can be used if wished. Just a bit o' fun

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Bart's Character Garbage Dump

Summit

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_{U.S. Army
Brigada 6 Operaţii Speciale "Mihai Viteazul"}

Operator’s name: Sava Enache
Operator’s callsign: Summit
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Sava stands 5’6” in height, and weighs in at about 140lbs. She possesses straight, shoulder-length blonde hair and cloudish-gray eyes which always appear especially watchful. These rather cold eyes often compliment the usual seriousness or emotionlessness of her default expressions. Despite being a bit smaller than most of her brothers-in-arms, Sava is still very bodily fit, as one would expect.

Psych Eval:

Sava Enache is a rather quiet, watchful individual when it comes to social circumstances. She generally doesn’t speak unless spoken to, and is likely one of the least outgoing in any group - but she doesn’t seem blunt or agitable, as many others of this stance often are. Notably, despite having experience in the tight-knit camaraderie of a Special Forces team, none have grown close enough to her to draw out any behavior beyond the usual.

There are times when Operative Sava does vary, though. Most notably, on the battlefield. When others find Sava in the midst of an engagement she almost seems like a different person - hyper-focused, stern-faced, and especially communicative with those around her. One moment she can seem a physically diminutive solider holding an angle for her partner’s backside, the next one can hear her Romanian-accented voice tearing through obstacles to her allies.

When in such situations, Sava doesn’t skip a beat. She moves her and her team from position to position fluidly and efficiently, and takes on targets with even less hesitation than expected of a soldier - and seemingly while completely devoid of ruth.

Skills:

• Evasion and Infiltration training
• Anti-terrorism training
• Multilingual [Romanian, English, Russian]
• Small unit/Infantry tactics
• Diving/Scuba training
• Mountainous traversal/combat training
• CQC training
• Advanced Combat Treating
• Romanian Spec Ops training

Personal Equipment:

• Benelli M1014 Shotgun Military md. [Collapsing Buttstock, Ghost-ring sights]
• HK416 DMR [Low-Light 4x-14x Sight, 45° Angle-mounted ironsights, Flash Suppressor]
• 9mm Pistol Model 2000 [Sound Suppressor, Underbarrel Flashlight]
• Stun grenade [1-3]
• Remote Concussive grenade [Magnetic, Adhesive, 1-3]
• Fragmentation grenade [1-2]
• A.D.M.I.S.
  ADMIS

  Arm-Mounted Defibrillation-capable Medical Injection System
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  The ADMIS is a device mounted upon the operator’s left arm. It is primarily fastened in the form of a flexible bicep-length arm sleeve secured by ballistic nylon straps. Along the outermost side of the bicep and forearm sits a hardy, rather flat but boxy enclosed mechanism system that stores the silent motors of the device as well as various other parts. These two portions meet on the outside of the elbow with a compact elliptical gyrosystem to maintain full limb dexterity. Underneath the forearm just before the wrist circles a thinner, detachable portion of the system that can be filled and customized to contain various drugs, which can be injected into the operator or her allies with more efficiency and ease than other methods.
  The previously mentioned enclosed mechanism on the outside of the arm contains rather small but highly efficient silent motors that allow the array to enhance the locomotion and overall capability of the operator’s limb, granting them far greater velocity and strength in the limb when using the device.
  The array also contains small, padded compartments of storage large enough to store several vials and needles. It also holds the mechanisms required to maintain a field-carried, self-charging defibrillator system.

Bio: Sava Enache was born to James Hall and Maria Enache in Texas, United States on military installation Fort Hood. The two met when James traveled to Romania for vacation in-between U.S. Army deployments. They quickly fell for each other and after a time James eventually convinced Maria to marry him and move to America, close to Fort Hood - a stipulation being that she wanted to bring some of her close family. This created a pretty diverse growing environment for Sava as she was born some years later -- a mix of American and Romanian cultures making for an interesting household.

She grew up a rather normal child, progressing through schooling perhaps a little fast. This aptitude for learning was emphasized in high school when she began to pull ahead of others of her age, soon being placed in advanced classes by her father. She continued to excel in school until she graduated at the age of 17, and soon began her plans for attending college. However, it seemed then was when her fortune ran out.

Weeks before college terms started, the family got word from the U.S. Army that their husband and father had fallen in the line of duty. Sava was devastated and canceled her application, taking time to grieve for her father.

By the time she turned 18, Sava had decided she would take the initiative to follow in her father’s footsteps and join the United States Army. She enlisted some months after her eighteenth birthday and served in the Armed Forces for five years, experiencing four tours. After her deployments, Sava returned home to Texas, where her family awaited eagerly for her return.

They had discussed it for a time, and now that Sava’s service was over, her mother and her family decided to move back to Romania, applying and receiving dual citizenship for Sava.

The young woman took about a year off from military affairs, experiencing her ancestral home for the first time in...ever. However, something yearned inside her. It didn’t quite feel like she missed her deployments, but something felt missing in her life. Eventually, she found herself joining the Romanian Special Forces.

She served among her comrades for about five years, undergoing more training and even training courses alongside other American units, such as Green Beret and Marine Corps outfits. Even though the Romanian Special Forces was a rather different experience than the U.S. Army, she felt she was still pleasing her father by being a protector of those who could not protect themselves.

However, she wanted more. She reached out to her superiors, searching for more and more ways to help those she could in her place as an exceptionally trained and proved soldier. Luckily for her, it seemed someone was listening.

She was contacted by Rainbow to be recruited into anti-terrorist operations - which she dutifully accepted.

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NCQuest - A Mecha RP: The Defense of Darwin (BeeNCQuest)

Villain Sheet

"You've fallen right into my trap, little fly.."

“Richer”, Pilot

Richer

Name:

Pravat "Richer" Veerapol

Age:

26

Personality:

● Determined
● Persistent
● Calculating
● Partially Delusional
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Backstory:

Redacted; irrelevant information - for now. However, it is known that “Richer” is a finely trained mercenary contracted under the Red-Star Corporation - carrying out dangerous tasks that require the highest-trained NC Pilots.

Country of Origin: Thailand

Tactical Preferences and Skills:

Richer's main goal in a fight is often to isolate and cripple select targets from the opponent's ranks that could cause a problem for the rest of his squad or assault team. He does this using the incredibly tough Webbings produced by his NC, and the cover and disrupting features she also possesses. His NC is not heavily armored, but is quite fast, and evasive, which he uses to his advantage. Despite what you may inquire from the frailty of his NC, Richer has been known to take down up to two other NC's by himself. This, of course, was not in open terrain - which is his weakest area to fight; as opposed to Urban areas, where Weaver excels.
However, Richer tries to work against his weaknesses. He even oftentimes call his personal ship to fly over the battle and use a long-range cannon to launch spires, which anchor heavily into the ground - this allows Weaver to tie Webs between them and make "walls" of a sort; this shows how resourceful and versatile he is in combat.

Despite the lack of knowledge on Richer, anybody can probably infer that he has been doing his job - and doing it well - for quite some time. His situational awareness, armed combat skills, unarmed combat skills, and use of a wide array of tactics - both in and outside of an NC - accredit to this fact.

Notes:

None for now.

Steel-Weaver, NC

Weaver of Steel

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Body-type:

Light, Bipedal, Multipedal, Unguligrade.

NC Role:

Infiltrator, Interceptor.

Equipment & Armaments:

● Arachnae Appendages
Weaver is equipped with an array of six appendages reminiscent of spider legs. These limbs, when not in use, fold around the main body of the NC, providing a small boost to armor. But their true purposes are many:

- Increased Maneuverability; Allows her to push off of terrain and other NC's for additionally movement.
- Defensive Capabilities; The material in these limbs is resistant to both heat and plasma, as well as physical force. This is not to say the material is impervious to them, but it is very tough. This makes these legs the most sturdy part of the NC. They call this material the "carapace".
- Offensive Capabilities; These sharp appendages consist of a lockable, three-point joint system, stemming from a flexible socket(also protected by the carapace) on the back of the NC. However, seeing as they are protected by the carapace, the joints are not necessarily weak-points as one would expect. But in any case, this joint system allows the limbs to strike at varying angles at the same time. One may strike from a sickle-like angle from the side, while another does a straight jab - this can make it difficult for NC's without shields to block. They do considerable piercing damage - puncturing important vessels/systems and, if possible, the pilot of the opposing NC.
- Chemical Secretion Ducts; Small ducts past the last joint of these limbs is capable of coating said portion in a lightly acidic chemical specifically designed to cut through Weaver's own webbings - which will be detailed later.
- Utility; The tips of the Arachnae limbs are actually able to split into three finger-like stems. This allows Weaver to both interact with fine wiring and small objects, as well as organize the placement of her webs - detailed next.

Creepy Crawly

● Spinnerets
Weaver has an array of minute “Spinnerets” located in various points throughout the innards of her structure - the limbs, core, back, etc. These Spinnerets use a slowly-reproducing chemical stored in the core of the machine to produce “Webbings” many times the mass of the chemical storage. These Webbings have incredibly high tensile strength - so much so that even very large Ncs will have a hard time breaking them without a heat or plasma weapon. These Webbings are not naturally sticky, however more chemical can be consumed to make them so. Additionally, the Webs are lined with small devices that have a few passive effects, as well as an active one. The main passive effect is that these devices are able to detect nearby electrical signals, along with their own movement, and transfer this information to Weaver's HUD. The active effect - they can magnetize towards the specific material that forms the Carapace.

Notably, Richer's visor can view Weaver's webs as transparent when he activates it.

● 37mm Canister Cannon
Weaver has a slim, long-range canister launcher attached to her left arm. The common usage of this weapon is to fire canisters to provide obstacles for their opponents, or cover for her allies or self.
- Smoke Jelly; A canister that shatters upon impact with the destination, sticking a thick black blob of gel to the collision point. This gel, shortly after, begins to dissolve and emit a thick cloud of black smoke, until the blob dissipates entirely.
- Napalm Shell; As one may expect, this is a canister that splits away before impact, and releases a glob of highly flammable jelly, which self-ignites shortly after impact. These flames burn for several minutes, and while they probably won't burn through any NC's, they will heat the machines and make the inside of the craft uncomfortable. Extended contact will obviously cause some melting, however.

● CQC “Devourer” Array
Weaver has a light-weight energy array in each palm. After activation, and several seconds of charging, these arrays begin to slowly disintegrate any material in front of them, absorbing them into storage containers inside the long, slender arms. Afterwards, Weaver can covert these materials into more webbings, or re-purpose them for repairs. However, these arrays have a very short range - about 3 feet; so essentially physical contact distance.

● CQC “Disruptor” Array
Weaver has a light-weight energy array in each palm. After activation and a quicker charging period, these arrays start to emit a medium-strength signal-disrupting frequnecy, disabling all electronics within the 3-foot-long, coned reach for as long as the array is focused on the area, and for a few seconds after.

● Strafing Thrusters
Weaver has a dual-pair of strafing thrusters in each side of the body used specifically for - well, strafing. They cannot stay active for more than 1-3 seconds at a time, and have a limited fuel supply.

Notes:

Steel-Weaver is approximately 5 meters tall - or 15 feet.

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