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Midnighters: The Blue World [Two Spots Open]

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Guildfall: The Darkness

I am perfectly okay with that.

Midnighters: The Blue World [Two Spots Open]

Rules 'n stuff: accessibility

Name: Rob "Jack" Jackson

Age: 17

Height: 5' 9"

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Hider

Occupation: 12th grade, part-time baker.

Interests: Music, baking, reading, enjoying nature, sports.

Fears: Insects, deep water, heights.

Skill: Polymath

Misc. Info: He spends a lot of time admiring his surroundings and generally zoning out to enjoy nature and his music. If he zones out, all it takes is a tap on the shoulder to bring him back to the present. His favourite sport is baseball. All this, of course, is to drown out the constant mental drone of the numbers in his head causing him no little amount of stress.

Sample:

Ah. The great outdoors.

Rob stuffed his earbuds in his ears and smiled, taking a deep breath of the early morning air. Crisp, clean, and perfect. With his iPod strapped to his upper arm and his favourite tunes being piped straight into his ears, he tied his shoelaces and left home at a quick jog. This early in the morning, barely anyone was out and about, but he was used to it. It gave him quiet time. Time to think.

Numbers constantly ran through his head. Mostly from his algebra and math homework, but he saw patterns almost everywhere he looked. In the cafe where he worked, in school, at home, even in nature patterns existed. They were part of the will of some higher being on some higher plane of existence, permeating every fibre of the mortal world. Normally his mind wouldn't work this way but because he was of the Blue Time, he had since gained a natural forte with numbers.

He thought back to his first encounter with the Blue Time; just over a year ago he'd stumbled onto the Secret Hour completely by accident when he was staying up to finish a last minute essay for his English class. The world around him, though he barely realised it, became indistinct and foreign as he scribbled on his lecture pad, and it was only when he'd finished that he realised that his alarm clock had stopped precisely at midnight. A strange occurence, no doubt, and as he explored his hosue and the neighbourhood outside he realised that what he was experiencing was uniquely his and his alone.

Well, not exactly. Upon exiting the garage of his house, he was almost immediately attacked by this strange dark creature that looked like a wild cat but was obviously different. It was only through the timely intervention of a fellow not affected by the strange frozen time phenomena that gave him the information he needed to survive, shortly before he was knocked unconscious and dragged away to parts unknown.

He tried to follow, of course. Armed with his baseball bat, rather hastily named "Actualisation", he chased after the creature that had taken his saviour and after an extended chase managed to track it down and killed it dead. Thanking him for his timely intervention, the seer and he parted ways, and he never saw the strange young man again. However, he knew now how to defend himself against the darkness that would cause him harm.

But what he didn't know was who he would meet on his adventures through the Secret Hour. Or the troubles they would seek.

Shadowrun: Magic's Blight

Name: Abigail "Gale" Sykes
Metatype: Orc
Ethnicity: African-American
Age: 33
Class: Decker
Appearance: Standing six feet five inches tall and weighing a hefty two hundred and sixty pounds, Gail is a very, very big gal that you wouldn't expect to be a decent decker. Her shoulders are broad, and small, twin tusks jut out from her mouth; not prominent enough to make goring people to death a thing, but enough to let you know that yes she's definitely an orc. Along with the tusks, her ears are also pointed, slightly longer than normal, and are pierced; her left ear has two plain silver rings, and her right has a single stud. Her hair is shoulder length, curly and poofy, enough to also hide her datajack that's underneath her right ear. Her usual garb is a gunmetal grey turtleneck jacket over a plain white t-shirt emblazoned with the word "Caution" in bright yellow letters, slightly shredded slim cut jeans and black sneakers. She always carries around a slim black messenger bag and prefers wearing a flat cap. She has a few string bracelets on her right wrist of differing colours and designs and often wears full fingered black gloves on her hands.
Cyberware: Datajack; just beneath her right ear.
Magical/Physad abilities: -
Equipment:

• Ceska Black Scorpion pistol
• Comlink
• Sim-module
• Brass knuckles
• Messenger bag; contains casette player, earphones, a pen, a notepad and some packets of tissue paper.

Biography:

Growing up in the Barrens was a tough life; you either joined a gang, stayed out of everyone's way, or died. The only miracles that occured were true miracles, when someone was clean enough to pass through customs dividing the Barrens from the outside world. Abigail had heard of such stories, growing up in a dumpy neighbourhood on the outskirts of that godforsaken place, but most of her life she'd grown up with and lived around the massive wall that divided her and her family from an outside world that she'd only heard stories of.

Her family were mixed with bad people, obviously. Her father, though trying to life clean to raise his kids, had once run with the Kings Gate Boys, and his three sons had followed in his footsteps, much to his disdain. She was the only one not affected as much by the gang warfare and strife that affected her neighbourhood, and instead maintained a healthy curiosity and interest in learning that her parents praised her for. Over time, as she grew up, schooled, became an adult and found a job teaching in her former school, her life began to slowly turn better, though her family was not as lucky. Within the first five years of her three elder brothers joining the Kings Gate Boys, one of them was missing, one in a coma, and one dead from the spats of gang violence that erupted outside their neighbourhood. Abigail's mother didn't take it too well, and soon she began seeking a way out for the family she had left while Abigail herself continued with her job, teaching kids and taking care of them.

Then, one day, her mother approached her with an out: with money she'd saved painstakingly over the years, she had given Abigail a chance to exit the Barrens and leave her horribile life behind. The money she'd saved provided her daughter with safe passage out of the Barrens and towards Seattle, where a family friend took her in. It was then that Abigail took up the finer technological things in life, and immediately got acquainted with the wonder that was the Matrix.

However, through her time spent in the Matrix, she slowly began to fall for the same vices that had once gripped her father and brothers. Given an opportunity to secure some private and confidential data for a Mr. Johnson, she took to it with gusto, and soon she built a reputation for herself as an amateur decker that knew what to do and what not do. The shadows embraced her right after, and she has never left since.

Misc Notes: Gale loves her old music, and will go out of her way to obtain copies of old music (mostly old timey jazz and swing music) if she can.

Midnighters: The Blue World [Two Spots Open]

Rules 'n stuff: accessibility

Name: Rob "Jack" Jackson

Age: 17

Height: 5' 9"

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Hider

Occupation: 12th grade, part-time baker.

Interests: Music, baking, reading, enjoying nature, sports.

Fears: Insects, deep water, heights.

Skill: Polymath

Misc. Info: He spends a lot of time admiring his surroundings and generally zoning out to enjoy nature and his music. If he zones out, all it takes is a tap on the shoulder to bring him back to the present. His favourite sport is baseball. All this, of course, is to drown out the constant mental drone of the numbers in his head causing him no little amount of stress.

Sample:

Ah. The great outdoors.

Rob stuffed his earbuds in his ears and smiled, taking a deep breath of the early morning air. Crisp, clean, and perfect. With his iPod strapped to his upper arm and his favourite tunes being piped straight into his ears, he tied his shoelaces and left home at a quick jog. This early in the morning, barely anyone was out and about, but he was used to it. It gave him quiet time. Time to think.

Numbers constantly ran through his head. Mostly from his algebra and math homework, but he saw patterns almost everywhere he looked. In the cafe where he worked, in school, at home, even in nature patterns existed. They were part of the will of some higher being on some higher plane of existence, permeating every fibre of the mortal world. Normally his mind wouldn't work this way but because he was of the Blue Time, he had since gained a natural forte with numbers.

He thought back to his first encounter with the Blue Time; just over a year ago he'd stumbled onto the Secret Hour completely by accident when he was staying up to finish a last minute essay for his English class. The world around him, though he barely realised it, became indistinct and foreign as he scribbled on his lecture pad, and it was only when he'd finished that he realised that his alarm clock had stopped precisely at midnight. A strange occurence, no doubt, and as he explored his hosue and the neighbourhood outside he realised that what he was experiencing was uniquely his and his alone.

Well, not exactly. Upon exiting the garage of his house, he was almost immediately attacked by this strange dark creature that looked like a wild cat but was obviously different. It was only through the timely intervention of a fellow not affected by the strange frozen time phenomena that gave him the information he needed to survive, shortly before he was knocked unconscious and dragged away to parts unknown.

He tried to follow, of course. Armed with his baseball bat, rather hastily named "Actualisation", he chased after the creature that had taken his saviour and after an extended chase managed to track it down and killed it dead. Thanking him for his timely intervention, the seer and he parted ways, and he never saw the strange young man again. However, he knew now how to defend himself against the darkness that would cause him harm.

But what he didn't know was who he would meet on his adventures through the Secret Hour. Or the troubles they would seek.

Midnighters: The Blue World [Two Spots Open]

Almost done.

Shadowrun: Magic's Blight

Dibs on the Decker. Gonna make a big tough gal.

Verthaven: Days of Rain ☔ [COMPLETED]

I may be gay but I found that movie ridiculous.

Verthaven: Days of Rain ☔ [COMPLETED]

<Snipped quote by DJAtomika>

Someone hasn't been watching Magic Mike enough.

@Mr Allen J

Never watched it. Found it ridiculous.

Verthaven: Days of Rain ☔ [COMPLETED]

<Snipped quote by DJAtomika>

Have your characters show up as strippers.

@Mr Allen J

Yeah no that wouldn't work. Just gonna wait 'n see.