DClassified

《 H. E. R. O. 》

<sub>Location
|| Roman Replica ||

Time
|| Morning ||

Interactions
|| @CanaryRose ||</sub>

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Samson kept an even pace, though the cogs of his mind went on quicker. Only a few of the Ogres were deterred by the bright kite Firebird had constructed. Looking at the still rather large troop of ape like creatures that remained ahead, Sam made note in his head to keep them in front of him. Especially now considering that Patricia was following. Being that she was going to stubbornly go along with him, he decided not to actively go into battle yet. The girl's bravery was admirable, but her determination alone wouldn't make her strong enough to wrestle with apes. Much less giant flesh-eating primates.

Still the stench of the ogres was getting worse on approach, now recognizing the metallic smell of blood mixed among the musk. It would be easy to lose track of the scent of Murmur, though Patricia's stubborn trailing would be useful in this manner.

Sam kept to the side of the path leading up to the Basilica, subtly cueing Patricia to stay close. His movements were deliberate and slower when in the thick of them, trying not to draw as much attention to himself. His hope was that Blake's antics would prove too much of an eye sore for the other ogres to approach them as openly.

Several seemed to sniff the air and turned in their direction. Positioning himself between the group and Patricia, Sam was anticipating a fight. Yet, that's when the vibrations met his ear. First it was in the air, and when his head turned, a structure crumbled where Blake led the smaller pack of ogres. The explosion caused by Quake made him jerk his head away with grit teeth. The smell was a haymaker to his own senses, bringing water to his eyes. Words could only barely describe the foul fragrance.

By the time he finished wiping his eyes with a forearm, an ogre was fast approaching on all fours. Out of reflex, Sam quickly extended a leg to kick the beast. Catching the primate prepared to pounce, the kick shattered bone in the leftover's face; knocking it to the ground, slumped.

Meanwhile, the others creatures were pushed into a frenzy, scattering quickly due to the sudden explosion. A couple of them randomly barreled towards the duo. Thinking on his feet, Sam balled his fists near his head watching their body-language.

"Aria, what's the highest note you can sing?"

Escaping The Faewoods - A Survival Horror RP

I'm cool wit it.

Modern Tales of Might and Mayhem

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Escaping The Faewoods - A Survival Horror RP

Wall-Ay

Full Body

● Name
|| Wallace 'Walé' Cambridge

● Age
|| Seventeen

● Gender
|| Male

● Small Description
|| Walé is a model example for an athlete. He stands at 6'0" with a toned but somewhat slim build. This is indicative of the fact that, while he favors flight over fight most days, he’s no slouch when backed into a corner.

As for what he’s typically seen in, it’s usually sportswear. Sweatpants, varying jerseys, gym shorts, sneakers, etc. He always tries to mix and match the colors of his outfits.

● Likes
|| #Music
#Animals
#Movies
#Gaming
#Comics
#BallIsLife
#Peaches

● Dislikes
|| X Bees
X Bullying
X Bullshit
X Ignorant Know-It-Alls
X Fake People
X Snobby Attitudes
X Haterade

● Skills
|| Observation
Acting
Critical Thinking
Problem/Puzzle-Solving
Hauling Ass

● Fears
|| Fire
Ghosts
Wild Animals
The Shadows
What Lurks IN The Shadows
Being Abandoned By Family/Friends

● Inventory
|| Hair-Pick
Cell Phone
Headphones
Six Rubber Wristbands

● Personality
|| Walé is a good guy, to put it simply. He’s the type of guy that works hard, holds the door for people, and doesn’t try to be something that he isn’t. Although not seeming to be the brightest, he is painfully observant and clever. As such, he likes to act flamboyant and silly around among his friends. He stands out in a crowd and by no means falls victim to peer pressure. He tends to radiate a positive aura that latches onto the good spirits of others. Even when going through the motions, and it’d take something dramatic to faze him.

When he does end up in a mood, he drags his feet, his head hangs just a little bit lower; his heart's on his sleeve. He has depressed periods that he often tries his best to hide in public, which can constitute with him being overly comical at times. Walé is very defensive about his mom and sensitive to those who don’t particularly treat their mothers well. When really fired up, he'll get testy and confrontational, albeit never violent.

● History
|| Wallace didn’t have a lot when he was young. He wasn’t the kid with the hottest new game system. He wasn’t the kid that got to go on family vacations or anything like that. His family was just managing to keep their head above the water, but they had each other, and that was enough for him.

His pops ran the local barber shop, Calvin's Chop Shop, was the name of the place. Although his dad was real strict, he was funny, hardworking, and kind. He bought Walé his first basketball and told him all kinds of stories about differing sports heroes. A lot of who Wallace is today was built up by that man. He was everything one could want in a father, even if he wasn’t perfect. At least, that was how Walé saw him. As it turned out, his eating habits weren’t the greatest and it was a major contributor when his father passed away due to heart problems.

It tore their family of three asunder as Walé and his mother had to move on without him. From his youth onward, it was clear that he was much closer to his father than his mother, but they kept one another up when times were bleak. So, for a while it was just them with his mother having to light the candle on both ends to make ends meet.

That is, until she met a man named Marcus, whom his mother eventually fell in love with to try filling the void. Wallace felt betrayed but did his best to simply keep those emotions inside for the sake of his mom’s happiness. Though, the man sometimes secretly abused his mom. When asked about it, he found himself met with his mother’s desperate protests to leave it be; that it’d get better with time. Although he didn’t want to believe it, Walé relented.

This led to Walé burying himself in the world of sports to funnel his frustrations. Again, everything seemed to fade into a sort of normalcy. He even got his little sister, Deena, in that time, who he gravitated to instantly. Though, as if on some wicked turntable, the same year that she was born, was the same year that Wallace lost his mother to a house fire, with his stepfather jailed for manslaughter.

His Aunt Marsha basically went to war against the childcare system to keep them together, eventually adopting them. As the saying went, time moved forward, and for the past two years, Amadeus is finally able to start coming back into his own again. School’s been fine, College sports scouts and even some NBA reporters come to his games.

Everything seemed to be looking up...Or So He Thought...

Escaping The Faewoods - A Survival Horror RP

Ah okay, it's a nature pentagram. Never stepping even close to one of dem shits.

Escaping The Faewoods - A Survival Horror RP

Wall-Ay

Full Body

● Name
|| Wallace 'Walé' Cambridge

● Age
|| Seventeen

● Gender
|| Male

● Small Description
|| Walé is a model example for an athlete. He stands at 6'0" with a toned but somewhat slim build. This is indicative of the fact that, while he favors flight over fight most days, he’s no slouch when backed into a corner.

As for what he’s typically seen in, it’s usually sportswear. Sweatpants, varying jerseys, gym shorts, sneakers, etc. He always tries to mix and match the colors of his outfits.

● Likes
|| #Music
#Animals
#Movies
#Gaming
#Comics
#BallIsLife
#Peaches

● Dislikes
|| X Bees
X Bullying
X Bullshit
X Ignorant Know-It-Alls
X Fake People
X Snobby Attitudes
X Haterade

● Skills
|| Observation
Acting
Critical Thinking
Problem/Puzzle-Solving
Hauling Ass

● Fears
|| Fire
Ghosts
Wild Animals
The Shadows
What Lurks IN The Shadows
Being Abandoned By Family/Friends

● Inventory
|| Hair-Pick
Cell Phone
Headphones
Six Rubber Wristbands

● Personality
|| Walé is a good guy, to put it simply. He’s the type of guy that works hard, holds the door for people, and doesn’t try to be something that he isn’t. Although not seeming to be the brightest, he is painfully observant and clever. As such, he likes to act flamboyant and silly around among his friends. He stands out in a crowd and by no means falls victim to peer pressure. He tends to radiate a positive aura that latches onto the good spirits of others. Even when going through the motions, and it’d take something dramatic to faze him.

When he does end up in a mood, he drags his feet, his head hangs just a little bit lower; his heart's on his sleeve. He has depressed periods that he often tries his best to hide in public, which can constitute with him being overly comical at times. Walé is very defensive about his mom and sensitive to those who don’t particularly treat their mothers well. When really fired up, he'll get testy and confrontational, albeit never violent.

● History
|| Wallace didn’t have a lot when he was young. He wasn’t the kid with the hottest new game system. He wasn’t the kid that got to go on family vacations or anything like that. His family was just managing to keep their head above the water, but they had each other, and that was enough for him.

His pops ran the local barber shop, Calvin's Chop Shop, was the name of the place. Although his dad was real strict, he was funny, hardworking, and kind. He bought Walé his first basketball and told him all kinds of stories about differing sports heroes. A lot of who Wallace is today was built up by that man. He was everything one could want in a father, even if he wasn’t perfect. At least, that was how Walé saw him. As it turned out, his eating habits weren’t the greatest and it was a major contributor when his father passed away due to heart problems.

It tore their family of three asunder as Walé and his mother had to move on without him. From his youth onward, it was clear that he was much closer to his father than his mother, but they kept one another up when times were bleak. So, for a while it was just them with his mother having to light the candle on both ends to make ends meet.

That is, until she met a man named Marcus, whom his mother eventually fell in love with to try filling the void. Wallace felt betrayed but did his best to simply keep those emotions inside for the sake of his mom’s happiness. Though, the man sometimes secretly abused his mom. When asked about it, he found himself met with his mother’s desperate protests to leave it be; that it’d get better with time. Although he didn’t want to believe it, Walé relented.

This led to Walé burying himself in the world of sports to funnel his frustrations. Again, everything seemed to fade into a sort of normalcy. He even got his little sister, Deena, in that time, who he gravitated to instantly. Though, as if on some wicked turntable, the same year that she was born, was the same year that Wallace lost his mother to a house fire, with his stepfather jailed for manslaughter.

His Aunt Marsha basically went to war against the childcare system to keep them together, eventually adopting them. As the saying went, time moved forward, and for the past two years, Amadeus is finally able to start coming back into his own again. School’s been fine, College sports scouts and even some NBA reporters come to his games.

Everything seemed to be looking up...Or So He Thought...

I don't know what in the Mario Sonic a "toadstool ring" is, but don't step in it.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

<sub>Location
|| UNKNOWN ||

Time
|| Morning ||

Interactions
|| @Hitman, @CanaryRose, @DarkRecon ||</sub>

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Samson's eyes roved among the others now as they all seemed to resort to their own versions of a plan. Splitting up seemed to be the only option in their heads, despite his reservations against such an action. "Nature is cruel to a herd that scatters," common knowledge for a hunter, but that may not have exactly translated to the others. For one, clearly from the lingering smell of alcohol breath in the air, a good many of them were hungover from the night before. Which, was going to be doubly dangerous for them to be going into battle.

While he may not have been the brightest tactician, their impaired thinking was showing with the presentations with which the groups would be split. William even changed his mind twice. Shaking his head, Sam was soon to follow after Joseph when he caught wind of another strange, yet familiar smell. Refocusing his sense of smell to his more immediate area, Sam sniffed the air. Horsehair and...Wood? The combination of these two scents seemed entirely out of place for this environment.

His nose kept shifting and he turned his head to Patricia. Mulling over the smell again, it was horsehair, and a sort of pine...two were main components in the composition of a violin; Eliza's scent. This was a development that could lead to their friends' rescue. His eye quickly turned as he saw a monitor come to life. A man's voice, with both Eliza and Grace on screen. The man spoke with an arrogant air that made Samson narrow his eyes. Though, his skin tensed when they were shocked awake.

It was clear that this villain's arrogance betrayed him though, when Grace managed to quickly shout out a key weakness in ape-like leftover's senses. Along with that, the perpetrators for their situation. The Wings of Law? Meaning the group that worked under HERO along with them were responsible for putting them in this peril? The blatant betrayal made his blood boil. Childish rivalries were one thing, actively placing women and children in life or death situations was another.

When punished for the villain's own incompetence, Sam silently thanked Bypass before walking over to Patricia. Eyeing the monitor again, he kept his voice low. "I may be able to find our allies through my senses. As it currently stands, you have Murmur's scent attached to you. I will not make assumptions about how, but it is the only lead we have."

Kanati then briefly closed his eyes to focus on his sense of touch to follow the air flow. Focusing in on the fine spruce scent, he found himself turned in the direction of the Basilica. It would make sense to hide in the area most protected, though it would be too obvious. Too obvious for someone who overthought things, like he did. Thus, there had to have been some merit in going there. Currently, Firebird and Spacewalker were driving the beasts back who were managing to close the distance. They were clearly running out of time.

"Alpha, take my place in the group with Joseph. I am unaware of how many monitors he has on this place, but my senses allow me a means of locating our teammates. I am unsure if this villain will let arrogance strike him twice, so we split his attention to multiple places."

Sam rolled his shoulders and went on in the direction of the ogres. The hunter called out to the others as he started on his path:

"Everyone moving, move quickly!"

Escaping The Faewoods - A Survival Horror RP

Been a while since I did something horror. I'm with it.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

<sub>Location
|| UNKNOWN ||

Time
|| Morning ||

Interactions
|| @Hitman, @Scarifar, @CanaryRose, @DarkRecon ||</sub>

---

"Sam!"

Though the darkness, he heard his name but he didn't want to move. The hunter knew that voice; His dreaded voice.

"Samson, where are they?!" It questioned him again, angered by his silence. The reality was that they both knew what had happened. Samson merely kept his eyes closed in hopes that the man would eventually just walk away. However the youth knew well, too well, that he didn't go anywhere. The boy flinched as the footfalls came closer, muscles tensing, but Sam didn't dare open his eyes.

"I remember specifically tellin' you not to get attached to any of them. DIDN'T I?!" The voice thundered in the space of his silence. Hands gripped at his shoulders and shook his body. "ANSWER ME, CABRÓN!!"

Silence seemed to agitate the voice more, as the hands roughly shoved him and his body crashed into the ground chest first. Sam groaned, but the footfalls momentarily shifted away and his body relaxed. The boy kept to the ground, refusting to look up until he was sure the man was farther away. His hopes of it being over were shattered, though, when he heard a low metallic hum that made him freeze.

"Well, you must think you have some big cajones for defying me." There were steps closer up until Sam could feel the presence of the man standing over him. His hair was snatched up and Sam's body tensed worse than before; aching, begging him to speak up. A foot was planted firmly onto his back.

"We'll see where your loyalties lie after this, Son."

Sam launched up from the marble floor to his feet, breathing heavily. It had been a long time since memories of him had surfaced. Whatever put him out, then, must've been strong. Looking around, it would be an understatement to say that something was wrong. His last memory before darkness was Blake's home. He doubted any drug could create an illusion of this magnitude. Though the orange, ammonia smelling mist, he could now see, wasn't part of the party decorum.

What was more, he could see the others in their varying states of consciousness and the ones that were up, at least, over in the direction of Blake. Having clearly missed something amidst his own state of unconsciousness, Sam tried tuning into what the others were talking about. Patricia's aggravated barking seemed to point to them being kidnapped as a whole. Furthermore, that Eliza and Grace were hostages of sorts.

Somehow, it didn't come to him as a surprise that they were attacked during the party. It was meant to be a happy occasion, and with it taking place at Blake's home, there was no reason to suspect anyone of treachery. That was how they were able to execute it so effectively. As they clearly weren't dead, it meant that their captor had some sort of purpose for them. Considering there were captives that were specifically known, the objective would have been to find them.

The giant's shoulders seemed to go back to their normal calm as he made way to the developing group. As he did, he looked around to notice the cicular archetecture among the dated structures, able to put together that they were roman. What was more, going by the amount of daylight and the rough position of the sun, it was midway through the morning...Which meant it was likely a quick transportation from Blake's house to their current location.

It was like a punch to the face. The metallic gut-wrenching smell of...His eyes turned to the scent and his eyes narrowed to get a clearer picture from the distance; Ogres. While Rumi's recalled analysis may not sound so intimidating, Sam could tell with his enhanced vision that a group of that size wouldn't be ideal to confront head on.

Even still, he eyed the new guy, Alpha, taking steps in that direction. Kanati placed a hand on his shoulder to discourage him from taking the action. "It might not be a wise course of action. We have a bit of time to at least decide what direction we are going. Mindlessly fighting isn't going to get us out of here."

Sam took in a breath and looked towards the others, then to the ogres gaining traction. His mind ran a mile a minute. "Actually, to the contrary, some of us aren't exactly in battle condition to be splitting up. It would be of no use if we are having to save each other in this foreign environment. If we do, we should diverge into two groups at most and pick two destinations."

《 H. E. R. O. 》

<sub>Location
|| Passenger Island ||

Time
|| Evening ||

Interactions
|| @KaijuBaragon ||

| Theme |</sub>

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The Fourth of July; the celebratory day of American independence. Samson was long familiar with this explosive day. If he was honest, it was among his least favorite holidays. Not because of the patriotism, or most of the festivities. No, it was the night's end that proved troublesome for him. While it was entertaining to see the fireworks, the sound was what ate at him. Ever since a child, he would have to be careful where he was on this night because of the curse of his hearing. Otherwise, he'd become nearly deaf for the following few days.

Other than that, the eventfulness of the day often worked out in his favor. Kept him out of the house. Away from the lackluster thoughts that he always ran from. Therefore, in spite his wariness of colorful explosives, Sam was here in the Von Brandt household. He simply brought noise cancelling headphones to go with the earplugs he always wore. While he did manage to join in some of the shenannigans, he often found himself in a corner contently keeping watch of the chaos when the party took a turn for the drunk.

Though, when that got old and Grace started pulling out fireworks, he took to exploring; finding that Blake and his father had quite the guitar collection in the basement. Naturally, he was inclined to try a few out. At that point, he sort of lost himself in playing. He played along to some of the party music that he could hear upstairs, then just songs off the top of his head that he felt were fitting.

While he was down there, he noticed a bottle of whiskey and smiled a little. It reminded him of his good friend Zee, all those months ago. He didn't hear much from him now though, after the Gugliano mission. Though having sent him to his step-father for guidance, it was clear his friend would never be the same after that day...He was doing it again. Spoiling the fun by overthinking little things.

None of that today, was what he told himself. So, he decided that there was enough of being cooped up down here for the night and he went back up. Once up, the smell of alcohol was strong, though, the stumbly people made him smile in amusement. It only took a second to find those of his herd that he knew, taking notice of Brie and Will. It seemed all well and good, though his eyebrow twitched when B crashed to the floor. While impulse would have been to go check on her, she had William there and he could be rather territorial at times. So, the hunter would respect that and keep back for now.

With them being a little more drunk than he thought, he decided that staying up here would be the better idea. That way he'd be able to keep a closer eye on things before anyone got hurt too badly. He wouldn't parent it though, so he headed to the kitchen to grab snacks. Settling on a bag of ranch tortilla chips, Sam took a spot on the couch.

Eyeing Tom on the approach from outside, Sam waved to the gravity manipulator.