Demencia

Paradise Lost

Character App

Character Description

Name: Sorawyyn of Balush
Species: Erloi
Sex: Female presenting
Age: 28
Role/Job: 'Doctor'
Appearance:
Hider

Strengths and Weaknesses

Skills: Shooting - A life of crime as an assassin has made Sorawyyn a crack shot with a blaster.
Improv - Sora can adapt to a rapidly changing situation, taking on disguises as needed to get closer to her target

Weaknesses: Fraud - Sorawyyn isn't actually a doctor, and only knows the very basics of first aid
Paranoid - Sora doesn't want anyone to know her secret, and will do anything it takes to keep it from getting out

Background:

Backstory: Born on Eden to a Kiellar mother and a mostly absentee Erloi father, Sorawyyn found herself in and out of trouble from a young age. By the time she was an adult, her rap sheet was as tall as she was with crimes ranging from burglary to assaults. Eventually she graduated to the big leagues after falling in with a group that could truly appreciate her unique biological talents: a crime syndicate. They were all too happy to take advantage of this strange kieloid that could see in the dark and seemingly turn invisible, so she was quickly turned into their primary weapons against their opposition.

Sora did hundreds of jobs for the syndicate; breaking into businesses to leave incriminating evidence, stealing court documents on members that got busted and she eventually found her real niche: knocking off rivals and colonial authorities. A single invisible shot in the darkness or disguised as a kiel in a group, her work was ruthlessly efficient. She never failed an assignment, she did her part. That didn't stop other members from getting greedy.

Someone snitched. One of the other members flipped, most of the syndicate was rounded up including Sora. She figured it was over, and accepted seeing a prison cell for the rest of her days. She might have dreamed of revenge, but that seemed out of the realm of possibility now. None of that mattered when the bugs came. The prison was damaged in an attack causing a riot, and Sorawyyn escaped leaving her on her own again. She heard about attempts to evacuate from transmissions to the warden's office, and had to get aboard. She killed the prison doctor to take the woman's clothes and equipment, then made her way to the spaceport under the guise of a medical professional.

Smoke and Steel

Nosferatu

Character Description

Name: Osonia Trafiel
Species/Race: Elgafolk (afflicted)
Sex: Female
Age: 103
Court Alignment: White
Role: Spymaster - leads a mostly independent intelligence unit of four similarly afflicted Quinians, Token Elga - despite not seeing herself as an elga anymore Andronika insists on parading her around as an example of "coexistence"
Appearance:
Hider

Strengths and Weaknesses

Skills: Expert in legerdemain and thievery, Osonia is a rogue through and through. She's dexterous and nimble, able to sneak by the most attentive guards. Should worst come to worst, she would make use of an emergency backup single shot wheellock pistol hidden in her left bracer. She also carries a stiletto dagger and a short sabre if the need arose.

Weaknesses: Avoiding detection is her primary goal, as she's not the most physically imposing figure. She doesn't rely on brute strength, or she'd have run out of work a long time ago.
Osonia is also generally apathetic towards the overall civil war, feeling that she'll simply outlive the fighting and loot the corpses of the losers. This leaves her not fully committed to any one side and liable to jump ship if it starts to sink.

Background:

Backstory: What makes someone privileged turn to a life of crime? By all intents and purposes, Osonia Trafiel should be an upstanding member of society; her parents are wealthy bankers and she never wanted for anything as a child, yet she still managed to find the wrong crowd to fall into. Much to the chagrin of her family and anyone else who saw her, she spent more time with the help than with her own kind. At first it was curiosity when gave way to fascination, soon she found herself actually preferring the 'lesser' beings than the other elves. She didn't understand the way they looked at her, with a mix of fear and hate and disgust.

Eventually some of the other kids stopped throwing rocks at her and actually let her tag along on some of their ventures, and found that she had a knack for getting into places that others struggled to. At first this was just simple things like taking food from the bakery so someone could eat, but as things went on they got more and more involved. After a few years, it was breaking into houses and stealing valuables. Most of the kids Osonia grew up with had by this point decided this was too risky and bailed out. A few remained, and they formed a crew that called themselves The Cask Raisers.

The first heist after giving themselves a name did not go well. They'd heard some religious cult had taken up in a house at the edge of town and they decided to hit it at the dead of night when everyone would be asleep. Everyone was not asleep. Upon entering the home, Osonia was almost immediately throttled by someone. She shoved her attacker off, expecting to see a guard dog but was confronted by a gaunt female skultfolk. Incensed by her intrusion on their holy ground, the skultwoman drug the elga before the rest of her cult where they judged Osonia to be a heretic. They sentenced her to the most severe punishment of their kind: To receive the Gift but be exiled from their commune, where they assumed she would go mad and be struck down. All she remembers is them seizing upon her like animals, feasting upon her blood until every drop was gone and replacing it with their own. They cast her out into the street barely conscious, and her instincts alone got her back home.

The pain that racked her body was unlike anything she could describe, as if every part of her was being torn apart at once. By the third day, the pain finally subsided, and the hunger had set in. She was now aware of what she'd become, of what those fiends had done to her. She'd become a vampire. She kept this information from her crewmates, and did everything she could to indulge it on the side away from her professional work. She didn't want them to think she'd changed, to not trust her because of what happened.

In the end, it didn't matter. The fall of The Cask Raisers was born out of a lack of trust that was much deeper than any sudden onset affliction. The final job they did was supposed to be their biggest: rob the bank Osonia's family owned. Everything seemed like it was going well, until they heard the sound of approaching guard. Something was wrong, they'd arrived too quickly. They knew too soon. Someone had tipped them off. As the gang scrambled to make their way out of the bank, Osonia felt a heavy blow on the back of her head drop her to her knees. She watched, dazed and confused as the rest of the gang ran out without her and disappeared into the shadows. People she considered her friends—no, her family—abandoned her to the wolves.

Smoke and Steel

Character App

Character Description

Name: Osonia Trafiel
Species/Race: Elgafolk (afflicted)
Sex: Female
Age: 103
Court Alignment: White
Role: Spymaster - leads a mostly independent intelligence unit of four similarly afflicted Quinians, Token Elga - despite not seeing herself as an elga anymore Andronika insists on parading her around as an example of "coexistence"
Appearance:
Hider

Strengths and Weaknesses

Skills: Expert in legerdemain and thievery, Osonia is a rogue through and through. She's dexterous and nimble, able to sneak by the most attentive guards. Should worst come to worst, she would use of an emergency backup single shot wheellock pistol hidden in her left bracer. She also carries a stiletto dagger and a short sabre if the need arose.

Weaknesses: Avoiding detection is her primary goal, as she's not the most physically imposing figure. She doesn't rely on brute strength, or she'd have run out of work a long time ago.
Osonia is also generally apathetic towards the overall civil war, feeling that she'll simply outlive the fighting and loot the corpses of the losers. This leaves her not fully committed to any one side and liable to jump ship if it starts to sink.

Background:

Backstory: What makes someone privileged turn to a life of crime? By all intents and purposes, Osonia Trafiel should be an upstanding member of society; her parents are wealthy bankers and she never wanted for anything as a child, yet she still managed to find the wrong crowd to fall into. Much to the chagrin of her family and anyone else who saw her, she spent more time with the help than with her own kind. At first it was curiosity when gave way to fascination, soon she found herself actually preferring the 'lesser' beings than the other elves. She didn't understand the way they looked at her, with a mix of fear and hate and disgust.

Eventually some of the other kids stopped throwing rocks at her and actually let her tag along on some of their ventures, and found that she had a knack for getting into places that others struggled to. At first this was just simple things like taking food from the bakery so someone could eat, but as things went on they got more and more involved. After a few years, it was breaking into houses and stealing valuables. Most of the kids Osonia grew up with had by this point decided this was too risky and bailed out. A few remained, and they formed a crew that called themselves The Cask Raisers.

The first heist after giving themselves a name did not go well. They'd heard some religious cult had taken up in a house at the edge of town and they decided to hit it at the dead of night when everyone would be asleep. Everyone was not asleep. Upon entering the home, Osonia was almost immediately throttled by someone. She shoved her attacker off, expecting to see a guard dog but was confronted by a gaunt female skultfolk. Incensed by her intrusion on their holy ground, the skultwoman drug the elga before the rest of her cult where they judged Osonia to be a heretic. They sentenced her to the most severe punishment of their kind: To receive the Gift but be exiled from their commune, where they assumed she would go mad and be struck down. All she remembers is them seizing upon her like animals, feasting upon her blood until every drop was gone and replacing it with their own. They cast her out into the street barely conscious, and her instincts alone got her back home.

The pain that racked her body was unlike anything she could describe, as if every part of her was being torn apart at once. By the third day, the pain finally subsided, and the hunger had set in. She was now aware of what she'd become, of what those fiends had done to her. She'd become a vampire. She kept this information from her crewmates, and did everything she could to indulge it on the side away from her professional work. She didn't want them to think she'd changed, to not trust her because of what happened.

In the end, it didn't matter. The fall of The Cask Raisers was born out of a lack of trust that was much deeper than any sudden onset affliction. The final job they did was supposed to be their biggest: rob the bank Osonia's family owned. Everything seemed like it was going well, until they heard the sound of approaching guard. Something was wrong, they'd arrived too quickly. They knew too soon. Someone had tipped them off. As the gang scrambled to make their way out of the bank, Osonia felt a heavy blow on the back of her head drop her to her knees. She watched, dazed and confused as the rest of the gang ran out without her and disappeared into the shadows. People she considered her friends—no, her family—abandoned her to the wolves.

Smoke and Steel

we gon' crash out like the fuckin stock market

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

Quinn O'Hearn

Quinn scoffed at Temple's story. "One man who died in a battle five hundred years ago became a restless spirit?" She crushed out her cigarette. "Well good thing we don't have to worry about anyone becoming restless from the Argonne or the Somme then." She took a sip of her drink. "By now France should be mostly populated by ghosts." She leaned slightly forward in her chair. "Tell me Mr. Temple, man to man, do you actually believe this stuff, or are you just here to collect the money and move on like I imagine most of the people here?"

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

Character Description

Name: Quinn O'Hearn/Sophie Quincy
Gender: Female (presents as male to avoid discrimination)
Age: 24
Nationality: American
Appearance:
Hider

Quinn is 5'4

Personal Effects: Men's suits in various styles ranging from a casual Norfolk suit to a formal Mackinaw jacket or summer white with cane, M1917 (S&W) revolver in .45 ACP, a locket with a picture of a woman in it, a lighter engraved with Tank Corp's insignia and a pack of cigarettes.

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Background:

What is your job Former soldier (Cpl., 1st Tank Brigade, 344th Battalion, Fifth Corps)
Backstory: Sophie Quincy was born in central Indiana to a less than well-off family not too far from Indianapolis. Life was relatively unassuming until she was sent to Catholic school where she met a girl and suddenly found herself burdened with a dark secret. The two of them had a friendship that... went beyond the bounds of polite society and very dishonest in the eyes of the church, so neither of them were keen on letting anyone in on it. They were willing to keep living their lie as normal until the war in Europe was getting close to dragging America into it, and Sophie's friend joined the Army Nurse Corps out of a sense of obligation to her country. Sophie didn't want to be a nurse, but she also wasn't ready to be left alone while her lover went to Europe without her, so she altered her appearance and faked her name to impersonate a man so she could join the Army. Now using the name Quinn O'Hearn to lean into her Irish heritage, she was sent to Bourg, France as a student of Captain George Patton's experimental tank school. She was assigned the Commander/Gunner role of the Renault FT, and given to the 327th(later reorganized to the 344th) Tank Battalion where she saw combat from Saint-Mihiel through the Meuse-Argonne Offensive all the way to Lorraine. While they didn't see each other often, Quinn being frequently on the front and her paramour being at field hospitals behind it, the Army made it very easy for letters to be exchanged quickly between the two.

After the war was over, the pair didn't feel like they were ready to go back to the United States, having been fascinated by the big city feel of European metropolises like London and Paris. They would spend some time in the UK before returning home to their small town, if they ever could. When a mysterious letter awaited them at their hotel asking for a meeting, Quinn was sure she'd been found out, and she'd do anything to stop someone from spilling her secret.

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

Character Description

Name: Quinn O'Hearn/Sophie Quincy
Gender: Female (presents as male to avoid discrimination)
Age: 24
Nationality: American
Appearance:
Hider

Quinn is 5'4

Personal Effects: Men's suits in various styles ranging from a casual Norfolk suit to a formal Mackinaw jacket or summer white with cane, M1917 (S&W) revolver in .45 ACP, a locket with a picture of a woman in it, a lighter engraved with Tank Corp's insignia and a pack of cigarettes.

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Background:

What is your job Former soldier (Cpl., 1st Tank Brigade, 344th Battalion, Fifth Corps)
Backstory: Sophie Quincy was born in central Indiana to a less than well-off family not too far from Indianapolis. Life was relatively unassuming until she was sent to Catholic school where she met a girl and suddenly found herself burdened with a dark secret. The two of them had a friendship that... went beyond the bounds of polite society and very dishonest in the eyes of the church, so neither of them were keen on letting anyone in on it. They were willing to keep living their lie as normal until the war in Europe was getting close to dragging America into it, and Sophie's friend joined the Army Nurse Corps out of a sense of obligation to her country. Sophie didn't want to be a nurse, but she also wasn't ready to be left alone while her lover went to Europe without her, so she altered her appearance and faked her name to impersonate a man so she could join the Army. Now using the name Quinn O'Hearn to lean into her Irish heritage, she was sent to Bourg, France as a student of Captain George Patton's experimental tank school. She was assigned the Commander/Gunner role of the Renault FT, and given to the 327th(later reorganized to the 344th) Tank Battalion where she saw combat from Saint-Mihiel through the Meuse-Argonne Offensive all the way to Lorraine. While they didn't see each other often, Quinn being frequently on the front and her paramour being at field hospitals behind it, the Army made it very easy for letters to be exchanged quickly between the two.

After the war was over, the pair didn't feel like they were ready to go back to the United States, having been fascinated by the big city feel of European metropolises like London and Paris. They would spend some time in the UK before returning home to their small town, if they ever could. When a mysterious letter awaited them at their hotel asking for a meeting, Quinn was sure she'd been found out, and she'd do anything to stop someone from spilling her secret.

Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror)

Character Description

Name: Quinn O'Hearn/Sophie Quincy
Gender: Female (presents as male to avoid discrimination)
Age: 22
Nationality: American
Appearance:
Hider

Quinn is 5'4

Personal Effects: Men's suits in various styles ranging from a casual Norfolk suit to a formal Mackinaw jacket or summer white with cane, M1917 (S&W) revolver in .45 ACP, a locket with a picture of a woman in it, a lighter engraved with Tank Corp's insignia and a pack of cigarettes.

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Background:

What is your job Former soldier (Cpl., 1st Tank Brigade, 344th Battalion, Fifth Corps)
Backstory: Sophie Quincy was born in central Indiana to a less than well-off family not too far from Indianapolis. Life was relatively unassuming until she was sent to Catholic school where she met a girl and suddenly found herself burdened with a dark secret. The two of them had a friendship that... went beyond the bounds of polite society and very dishonest in the eyes of the church, so neither of them were keen on letting anyone in on it. They were willing to keep living their lie as normal until the war in Europe was getting close to dragging America into it, and Sophie's friend joined the Army Nurse Corps out of a sense of obligation to her country. Sophie didn't want to be a nurse, but she also wasn't ready to be left alone while her lover went to Europe without her, so she altered her appearance and faked her name to impersonate a man so she could join the Army. Now using the name Quinn O'Hearn to lean into her Irish heritage, she was sent to Bourg, France as a student of Captain George Patton's experimental tank school. She was assigned the Commander/Gunner role of the Renault FT, and given to the 327th(later reorganized to the 344th) Tank Battalion where she saw combat from Saint-Mihiel through the Meuse-Argonne Offensive all the way to Lorraine. While they didn't see each other often, Quinn being frequently on the front and her paramour being at field hospitals behind it, the Army made it very easy for letters to be exchanged quickly between the two.

After the war was over, the pair didn't feel like they were ready to go back to the United States, having been fascinated by the big city feel of European metropolises like London and Paris. They would spend some time in the UK before returning home to their small town, if they ever could. When a mysterious letter awaited them at their hotel asking for a meeting, Quinn was sure she'd been found out, and she'd do anything to stop someone from spilling her secret.

Phi Mu Lambda: Friendly Wizarding Fraternity

Ava Sterling

"Girl outnumbered?" Ava questioned. "Y'know I've seen uh, movies about that." She leaned against the edge of the hot tub, seemingly considering whether or not to whether or not to leave her on her own. "Oh, who am I to abandon a girl in need." she said dramatically. "Especially one in a swimsuit." She rolled the sphere around her hand and it glowed, before her clothes also began to glow and fade away being replaced by a swimsuit. She flicked her wrist and the sphere disappeared again. "The things I do for women." she said, climbing into the hot tub."

Phi Mu Lambda: Friendly Wizarding Fraternity

Ava Sterling

Ava stood up from the couch at the mention of the hot tub. "I'm not much of a hot tub person myself, but I'll come hang out." she said. All she wanted to do was creep on the girls in the hot tub, she didn't need to bother getting changed for that. She waved one hand and a crystal sphere appeared in her hand and she began to balance it in her palm. God bless whoever decided to put a hot tub in a dorm. she thought.

She picked up a drink and brought it with her as she followed the others, hoping they wouldn't notice that she hadn't exactly kept up the pace with them as they got varying degrees of wasted and this was her first drink. Couldn't exactly play Smash impaired, could she?