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All Together Now (Superhero Team RP)

A superhero RP you say? Definitely interested.

Anyone Want To Go To Monster Prom?

Dibs on a werewolf! or Undine.

Skyrim: Transcending History, And The World, A Tale Of Souls And Swords, Eternally Retold.

At this point Maira just thinks Keldan is purposely doing this for her own amusement. She isn't all that surprised that a good looking bard would easily sway even the most stoic of men, they're naturally trained in the art seduction. Maira is aware that she is slowly falling for Keldan's advances, and there really isnt much she can do. But tt was way too soon, she thought. Too soon since Aerin... As Keldan drew closer Maira froze and just let it all happen, for a moment her own hand tried to reach for a soft surface behind her when she felt nothing but air, eventually falling behind the edge of the bed. She lay there unmoving, her eyes up on the ceiling, then placed both her hands neatly on her belly. "I think I'm just fine right here." she says, her face still red.

_@Rodiak

Skyrim: Transcending History, And The World, A Tale Of Souls And Swords, Eternally Retold.

"I- didn't mean it that way." Maira redeemed herself, watching the bard as looked over the mirror. She wasnt quite aware that Keldan was just pulling her leg. There was slight worry at the orc's part, as Keldan talked about nightmares, she said it was no big deal but it werent true Keldan's pretty good at hiding it.

The warm air sent shivers down her, she wasn't sure if she hated it or the other way around. The air around them changed, now that they're both alone together in a cozy bedroom and the booze slowly wearing off. Though she was trying her best to not appear twice as edgy as she was before, trying to keep up with the woman's bold pace. "That's probably a good idea." she replied " I bet I'm not appear quite as tasty. I'd hate to disappoint." she jests, a playful smile across her face.

_@Rodiak

Gloomy Skies and Kids Who Fly

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The fluorescent lights flickered open in the dark and quiet hallway, with nothing but the sharp sound of a lone footstep echoing. Once the metal doors of a single cell opened, it revealed not a prison but a rather dainty room. Complete with a single bed, a desk and a bookshelf, a single potted plant and a door for a bathroom. Inhabiting the room was a woman, ashen pale, dark haired , she looked up from her book, her eyes were blank and dead. The visitor, a middle aged man in a twenty grand suit motioned to her, and from just that she understood what she had to do, like a flick of a button. She closed her book and gave him her full attention.

The man reached her a dossier, five of them then scanned the contents of each. "Five of our subjects managed to escape the facility two nights ago" The woman stood silent. "Their recovery is our priority, unharmed if necessary." he simply said, and walked away. Seven is quite familiar of the procedure. When somebody tries to escape usually they don't go far enough until they are recaptured once again. Usually by her. How would this one be any different she thought. Promptly, she prepares herself for another hunt ahead.

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It had been raining for days. Seven despised the rain. And the city looked very despondent ,at the very least, with the clouds covering the sun's bright rays. That evening she walked amongst the city crowd, umbrellas perched above them blanketing in shades of black and grey and only she stood out amongst them, her head only covered by the hood of her dark jacket. During her briefing she was told that blending in is a strict requirement first and foremost. And she made sure that was carefully followed.

Should've brought an umbrella she thought, as the drizzle became heavier, she crossed the busy road, bags of groceries lugging in both arms. Seven had grown fond of the city in her many times she was stationed there. It was a far cry from the first time she set foot on it's busy streets, anxiety and paranoia used to plague her. Although she can live quite freely on her own accord, the fact that she's still property of Chimera had limited her much of her freedom, she was unable to stray away from a certain location and was constantly under surveillance. But so far this hasn't bothered her, having what little freedom she had away from the facility she was imprisoned was enough for her.

Seven steered towards the alley, and went inside a small establisment door next to a Chinese diner. Taking the narrow stairs up to her door she fished out the keys on her pockets, unlocking a door to her small apartment. The inside is cozy, there was a couch that also provided as her bed, a huge shelf of books was at the corner, and a few pots of plants that bloomed with flowers showed that it was diligently taken care of. The pale woman put away all her groceries, whilst the sound of late night shows, terrible one liners and laugh tracks subtly played on the tv.

Unlidding a bottle of light vodka, which she poured in a glass mug, Seven took another study at the dossiers. Sitting on the sofa, familiarising their faces, their scent, from what she was provided with. They all looked like a couple of years younger than she is. That is, as far as she can tell of her own age. Almost three days had already past since they escaped, nobody had reported their entrance to the city yet, so they couldn't have gotten far from the facility. But once they do, she should be ready. It's of utmost priority.

Wandering off from her own thought, the woman gazed out of her bay window, mug clutching in both hands. The rain had slowly receded as the sun glinted over the urban horizon.

Let me draw u like one of them french girls

Unfinished. Moon godlike.

Let me draw u like one of them french girls

@Feyblue Yes! Hello! Are you still up for this? I apologize I took so long in replying, I've only noticed your reply now lol. Anyway, I think I can scrounge er up quickly. Expect it tonight or tomorrow though, after I get back from work.

@Ambra I might, could you give me the details?

Skyrim: Transcending History, And The World, A Tale Of Souls And Swords, Eternally Retold.

"No but really." Maira chuckled, trying to convince the Altmer "I can still handle myself". As they close to their destination, Maira soon realized that they're not staying at one of the stony residential place. The Bards college loomed at her view, jolting her awake. "Oh, no." The last time she was here, when she was tasked a bedlam job by the old man. Things didn't turn out the way it should however. Her detection initiated the most awkward, small-scale chase ever inside the closed master's room. Not long the guards were called, but the orc managed to jump out the window, stole a horse and galloped for dear life, but not after her mask was feel to the ground and now she fears that some people might actually recognize her here.

All the while they were inside Maira pulled her hood up, making sure to hide her features, but that didnt stop from other people to stare at her direction. She was starting to get paranoid, but found some relief when they reached and closed the bedroom. WHich only opened up another matter, none the less Maira let out a dull sigh.

"Nice place you got here." she started out nervously, sitting stiffly on the bed. She held her drunk self together but her view was spinning, making her a bit dizzy. Would be nice if they talked a little for a bit, she thought, just to minimize the spinning.

She leaned back, her palms on the bed. "You dont sleep much? Dont tell me you're a vampire." She laughs, but stopped midway to reconsider the possibility. "Are you?" she tensed.

Gloomy Skies and Kids Who Fly

Name: "Seven"
Age: 20s
Gender: Female
DNA: Project Manticore. Panthera onca.

Personality: A serious, calculated, stone cold woman, Seven was one of several survivors, primarily experimented and bred by Chimera to be the ultimate hunter. Being bred as such, and being confined in a facility since she was born, Seven is detached to any type of normal living. She never had a real family, nor a real childhood even. If not training, which mostly consisted of weapons handling and agility based exercises, she is mostly left alone in her cell and rarely had any type of contact with other kids like her. Chimera is very meticulous of their healthy subjects, and because of Seven showing great potential, she was monitored twice as strict as the other kids.

The only thing she is taught to do all her life is to hunt. And undoubtedly, she is very good at it but only in exchange of her own freedom, that is why she may come of as ignorant of the conventional, everyday things and doings of life outside. Though whenever she does go outside, she is carefully briefed, having no problems in following rules and protocols ordained by the organisation and the outside world.

Appearance: Seven stands a good 5 feet and 10 inches tall, quite physically fit due to her training, her jet black hair reaches up to her waist, contrasting her pallid complexion. Her dark sullen eyes would show little to no emotion, and if it ever does, it's surprisingly enough to brighten the room. She has facial piercings, one on the septum and one on the lower lip.

As for her outfit, she wears typical street clothes to blend in, consisting mostly of dark tones such as leather jackets, dull colored coats over shirts/tank tops (perfect for hiding small hand held weapons.), a pair of fitted grey jeans and leather boots. She also wears leather bracelets, choker necklaces earnings for accessories.

Other: How did she ever get the name Seven, you ask. A typical story really, she was one of the seventh subjects in a batch of new born children to be experimented on by Project Manticore, and one of the very few that time who survived the process.

Despite her dark and sullen demeanour, Seven is quite naive and childlike. She is easily amused of the simplest things in life. Such as flowers, movies, nature and simple books. Due to the fact that she lived all her life differently, it was her way of wanting to keep up with the life she missed.


History:

Seven was born to a street junkie and Chimera that time, under the guise of a charity org had 'helped' her to provide proper care for the child she was carrying. Sadly her mother 'died' of complications due to childbirth, and Chimera took the chance of adopting the baby to be experimented on under Project Manticore. Thankfully, Seven had survived through the cruel process, and by childhood she grew up shy, reserved and anti social. At times they would let her interact with the other kids, and is mostly locked up in her cell if she wasn't being trained or brainwashed.

When she grew up, she became a capable lapdog for the Chimera, doing various dirty jobs for them either retrieving runaways, doing courier jobs or eliminating whistleblowers. Either way this showed her loyalty to the organisation clearly, but as much as she was willing to take a bullet for them, Seven is taking slight interest of a different life outside. This doesn't mean her devotion is slowly being strayed, it's just that the thought of being 'normal' seemed nice to her.

Gloomy Skies and Kids Who Fly

Name: "Seven"
Age: 20s
Gender: Female
DNA: Project Manticore. Panthera onca.

Personality: A serious, calculated, stone cold woman, Seven was one of several survivors, primarily experimented and bred by Chimera to be the ultimate hunter. Being bred as such, and being confined in a facility since she was born, Seven is detached to any type of normal living. She never had a real family, nor a real childhood even. If not training, which mostly consisted of weapons handling and agility based exercises, she is mostly left alone in her cell and rarely had any type of contact with other kids like her. Chimera is very meticulous of their healthy subjects, and because of Seven showing great potential, she was monitored twice as strict as the other kids.

The only thing she is taught to do all her life is to hunt. And undoubtedly, she is very good at it but only in exchange of her own freedom, that is why she may come of as ignorant of the conventional, everyday things and doings of life outside. Though whenever she does go outside, she is carefully briefed, having no problems in following rules and protocols ordained by the organisation and the outside world.

Appearance: Seven stands a good 5 feet and 10 inches tall, quite physically fit due to her training, her jet black hair reaches up to her waist, contrasting her pallid complexion. Her dark sullen eyes would show little to no emotion, and if it ever does, it's surprisingly enough to brighten the room. She has facial piercings, one on the septum and one on the lower lip.

As for her outfit, she wears typical street clothes to blend in, consisting mostly of dark tones such as leather jackets, dull colored coats over shirts/tank tops (perfect for hiding small hand held weapons.), a pair of fitted grey jeans and leather boots. She also wears leather bracelets, choker necklaces earnings for accessories.

Other: How did she ever get the name Seven, you ask. A typical story really, she was one of the seventh subjects in a batch of new born children to be experimented on by Project Manticore, and one of the very few that time who survived the process.

Despite her dark and sullen demeanour, Seven is quite naive and childlike. She is easily amused of the simplest things in life. Such as flowers, movies, nature and simple books. Due to the fact that she lived all her life differently, it was her way of wanting to keep up with the life she missed.


History:

Seven was born to a street junkie and Chimera that time, under the guise of a charity org had 'helped' her to provide proper care for the child she was carrying. Sadly her mother 'died' of complications due to childbirth, and Chimera took the chance of adopting the baby to be experimented on under Project Manticore. Thankfully, Seven had survived through the cruel process, and by childhood she grew up shy, reserved and anti social. At times they would let her interact with the other kids, and is mostly locked up in her cell if she wasn't being trained or brainwashed.

When she grew up, she became a capable lapdog for the Chimera, doing various dirty jobs for them either retrieving runaways, doing courier jobs or eliminating whistleblowers. Either way this showed her loyalty to the organisation clearly, but as much as she was willing to take a bullet for them, Seven is taking slight interest of a different life outside. This doesn't mean her devotion is slowly being strayed, it's just that the thought of being 'normal' seemed nice to her.