DocRock

[Monster Cafe]

Hey, long time no see man!

And honestly if it's not taken already, I'd say go for it. We have a similar idea somewhere I think?

[Monster Cafe]

Just a Traveler, Passing Through

Reality is what people think it is. And yet, what one calls reality is merely what one is able, or willing to perceive. You don't want to believe in monsters? Then a viral video you dismiss as CGI or a hoax. You don't want to believe in magic? Then you can go make fun of a group of "LARPers" who are dressed as wizards. Aliens? Its just a bunch of fringe people, aliens don't exist.

But the reality of reality is that perception can change in a moment. A meteor turns out to be an object from space, a cryptid turns out to be real, some show changes your understanding of existence. But some people never change. And some refuse to believe the truth so much they go out of their way to suppress it. Even if it means trying to kill it.

This town of mystery, home to the beings that the outside world refused to believe in, had one thing going for it. No matter how vile a person was who tried to denounce monsters and aliens as demons, or as fakes, they couldn't come here unless they met the right conditions. For those seeking sanctuary, it was a place of safety. Recently, a few monsters or general outsiders had turned up, bringing with them tales of being chased by humans of various backgrounds for one reason or another. But always with the same thread between them, an armored figure saving them, busting skulls, escorting them to safety, before telling them the town's name, and then disappearing into the night. The same figure being reported on and off across the world. The Rockwoman, a figure larger than life, a warrior of the night who struck down both lynch mobs and deranged monsters hellbent on harming innocents, but only killing when there was no choice. Better a person scarred for life, then a "monster" going to their grave smug. Urban legends had swelled the mysterious being to levels that one might have expected from most tall tales. Claiming that the armor hid their true form, a giant monster, or a human who knew the truth but swore to protect both, or a cross between the two. All sorts of crazy tales that you'd find on deep forum boards. Some stories were so out there that even the more popular tale tellers would scoff.

The reality was far from that.

The Rockwoman wasn't some larger than life figure.

In reality, she was just an ordinary looking person. Underneath that armor was a young woman, or looked so. A slightly freckled face, the most "bizarre" traits to her were her eyes, easily explained away as a genetic glitch, and her hair, excused as a wig or extensions. Even the few times a random person saw underneath her baggy clothing to the skintight outfit beneath, dismissed as a cosplay costume. She didn't dress to stand out, she looked like anyone else.

But that was the point. To hide in plain sight. By day, a normal looking girl, by night, the hunter. At least, that had been until a brush with a shotgun wielding pyscho hellfire and brimstone preacher had nearly caught her. She'd gotten away, but had been forced to lay low, travel from the South, to the North-west. After all, a dead body, a dead body killed in a decidedly not normal way...head melted, anyone, was enough to stir up a mob of crazed people. She had enough blood on her hands. She'd gone to a place she'd only sent others towards hoping it was really safe, and well, as of a day before, had arrived. Just a normal person you'd pass on the street, maybe question why the dark blue hoodie and jeans in summer, but otherwise not spare a second glance. But in a place of monsters and beings not normal, she was the probably abnormality.

The night before, she'd camped on the outskirts, hiding out of sight, just to be sure she had the right location. After all, magic fountain or not, she had to be careful. Also why she'd come in at night, using her tech to cloak herself, so even if someone was around at night, watching the way into the town, they'd see nothing. Not unless they had the ability to see heat. But it mattered nill. The sun had begun to rise, and for someone who hadn't slept at all, staying constantly alert, it was both a welcome sign, and a reminder of the need to move. Emerging from the makeshift shelter, she rose to her feet, brushing off, confirming that the hoodie was in place with its hood, and that no sign of the suit beneath was visible, before pulling the hood forward. A breath was taken in, before being slowly let out. And without any further hesitation, she began to walk.

Time passed, as she had walked, into the town, exploring, but acting like she was just out walking. Hopefully, this wouldn't draw any sort of negative attention. The last thing she wanted was a fight. But eventually, she came to the cafe's vicinity, and moved onto a bench across from the entrance, deciding it would be a good place to see if they had food and drink she could enjoy, while getting a feel for the locals. She smelled fire in the air, tasted it even. Perhaps a fire roared inside the building. She kept herself still, just a jeans clad hoodied figure, that in a worst case could be mistaken for a modern grim reaper. The robot was already present, and she could feel it's..oddity. Having a sort of sixth sense when it came to machinery, she felt a mystery to be solved, but buried that urge. Perhaps if the version of Sherlock Holmes she'd run around with once upon a time had been there, she would have been more confident, but she had to maintain that whole low profile. Ergo, despite the early morning situation, she just seemed to be a part of the scenery, motionless, only movement being her breathing. She was good at that. Waiting...

Hopefully she wouldn't get any odd looks before the place opened up....Right?

(Closed Due To Adulting & Poor Managment)

Got busy here, on the train coming back from New York City, I'll see if I can write something in the next three hours or after I get settled at home.

Fate/Eternum

Serene Drakos

Eventually, Serene woke up, confused as to why she'd woken up on the couch, rather than in her own bed like she had been. As for her laptop...it was fine, but down on the ground of her room. She shifted, and slowly sat upright, glancing around. A yawn left her, as she rubbed her head gently. "Mm...what the hell happened while I was sleep?"

@1Charak2

James Moriarty

While the master and servant had their moments of discussion, Moriarty had slipped inside the pier administration office, going through the motions of his concern, offering his aid as an Archer, as well as requesting a free boat. And with that succeeded, he'd slipped back out, only to stop as his gaze caught the visage of his familiar arch-nemesis. Internally, he frowned, annoyed in his own way at being reminded of the former being summoned in his younger body, as compared to James' old body. But enough. He plastered a very cheerful, if not borderline "eat shit" grin on his face, and proceeded to stride over to his nemesis and their presumed master, calling out as he approached. "Well if it isn't my old "friend" Sherlock Holmes, what a pleasant surprise! Have you and I assume your master come to investigate the matter as well?" The look on his face, while the kind that would probably make someone angry, wasn't the kind that would give anything away. He chose to wait once he'd reached them, still grinning. Maybe his grin had gotten even bigger?

@PKMNB0Y@KoL

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

Unless...

She's going to edit it later with the IC post?

Either way, press f to pay respects.

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

Serene

January 2nd, 2:30 am (Greenwich Time)
The Rock-Dragoon, Ship's Bridge

They were closer now. Perhaps her calculations had been off, but Earth had grown much bigger, big enough to confirm that indeed, she was looking at Earth. As it happened, she was far enough out to see both North America, which looked...off, and most of Europe and Africa. She knew her geography. But seriously, what was wrong with the Central United States? It almost looked like a big nasty scar...had someone decided to nuke the place, or had some sort of meteor strike been to blame? No...she didn't think so. At least, she didn't feel nukes were to blame. Something in the back of her mind flashed a sense of warning, the hairs on her back standing up, or trying to beneath her body suit. Checking something confirmed a hunch. Worst case they'd crash down near the eastern United States, or near the coast of Africa. Best case was a water landing, but even then, it needed to be away from the ocean, somewhere shallow...still, it all came down to if she could get a bit more juice from the positioning thrusters, if not find a way to reroute enough power to bring the engines online one last time to try and slow her descent.

Serene leaned back into her chair, staring out at the blue and green...and purple-brown planet, mulling things over. Worst came to worst, she could get into her gunship and make an emergency escape that way, or run to an escape pod, but at the same time, she had to make sure that if this was a still populated planet, which given the sense of lighting she could see, probably was(unless of course, everyone was dead and power was just still flowing through systems and not failing yet), to avoid bringing the ship down in a heavily populated area. More keyly, she also noticed other areas with the same coloring as what would be the Central US. Well, at least it wasn't caused by the Forest, she'd be able to see the energy fluctuation, hear the Forest calling to her...perhaps some sort of alien infestation? But for now, she had to wait.

Sooner or later, something would happen. Maybe someone would see her, maybe not. Maybe not until she entered the atmosphere. She groaned to herself, Drake being silent again. Nothing to do but wait for the inevitable unknown to hit her.

(Closed Due To Adulting & Poor Managment)

Anyways, I'll respond when I can, late here and all.

(Closed Due To Adulting & Poor Managment)

Didn't expect that much tbh. I generally only write as much as I feel are needed

[Monster Cafe]

Just a Traveler, Passing Through

NAME
The Traveler(Known Alias)
The Rockwoman(“Public” Identity)
Serene Selphia(Private Identity)

AGE
Physically in their twenties, probably several centuries if not further in age.

SPECIES
Draconian-Divine Dragon Hybrid(shorthand version of reality)
For those clueless, Draconians are a race of space faring dragons who took on human form long before they left their home world behind, for reasons akin to the Manakette from Fire Emblem. The Divine Dragons are the supreme beings of the Rune Factory series, poccessing immense, world altering power at their height, this doesn’t apply to Serene primarily due to her status as an “infant,” or Grimoire as they’re known. There’s more DNA to her, but that’s not relevant tbh, and I’d rather not bore folks.

GENDER
Female

SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bisexual, if one must know.

APPEARANCE
Given the picture is a “placeholder” for what the real Serene looks like, there’s well, more than a fun set of things. Her primary thing is that the picture depicts her under her equipment. She primarily wears a suit of high tech, biomechanical armor when combat situations are entailed, or she doesn’t want to be photographed. Easier to pass off a suit of armor that could be a really good cosplay, rather than something else. Atop that, beneath her day clothes, she wears a full body, sans the head, bodysuit, that like the armor, is black and red in color. Her left, yellow eye, sometimes gains a trait akin to a dragon’s pupil, the right, green, sometimes gains a crosshair, or seems to “glitch” in the iris area, or a few other traits that indicate themeatic approaches. Her teeth are slightly sharper than the average human being, her ears are slightly pointed, her fingers can produce talons, and she has wings she keeps hidden.

OCCUPATION
She’s a drifter, traveling across the world, searching for whatever has her currently stuck on the world. Works primarily as a mechanic on the side when she can afford to take a risk, otherwise does bounty hunting and the occasional “cosplay shoot” if someone sees her in armor and she feels she can risk it.

HOW
Rumormill, plus extensive research into the supernatural community to locate safe houses in the event an old foe or two pop up and force her into hiding.

PERSONALITY
A determined, focused person, who puts their efforts first towards whatever task lies at hand, until it is finished. They may seem cold or distant, but that is the mask that is worn to keep others at bay, perhaps out of a desire to avoid bringing them into harms way, or perhaps…

...A fear of being vulnerable. There is no way to be certain.
Note: This is short for the sake of suspense, more will be revealed as plot develops

SMALL BIO
A legend of the night, a shadow in the dark. The Rockwoman is a mysterious figure, blurring the line between science and magic, appearing in places where troublemakers of both man and monster appear, putting a stop to their antics, before moving on. Never leaving a trace, only rumors from those who spot her, or find her calling card.

Traveling the world since a world hop gone wrong left her stranded for the time being, the supernatural community knows that so long as the laws of both their kind and the outside world are kept, the Rockwoman will be there to protect them. After all, the innocents must be kept safe. Her reasons coming to the town are simple, just passing through on the US circuit, deciding to confirm its existence, maybe follow up on some leads. Either way, the arrival of the shadowy figure, brings with it perhaps nervousness to those who know of the urban legend. After all...

The Rockwoman is watching.

TRIVIA
Draconians possess a special trait that manifests usually within ten years of birth, that sometimes takes the form of a “signature skill”, a form of skill tree that corresponds to some sort of concept or power. In Serene’s case, this comes in the form of a technopacy related tree, which OOC is referred to as Machinecraft, due to “craft” being the prefix generally associated with her paternal grandfather’s line. As a descendant of the Divine Dragons, as well as other factors, her magical affinity leans towards Wind and Fire, with Electricity being her “focus” within the Wind branch, due to being a sub-element. There’s other powers and antics tied to Divine Dragons, but given that she has no connection to the realm that enables the more high end stuff(as well as her status as an infant Divine Dragon), those aren’t accessible. In other words, she has high end magical potential, but due to both lack of training back in the day, as well as the lack of connect to the Forest of Beginnings(a good thing for narrative reasons), prevents any sort of abuse. If anything, encourages a reliance on tech.

She has a motorcycle, a nice one. Also her space ship, but that’s not planet side...for reasons. There’s other stuff that will be elaborated on if the rp demands it, but at most will be given only to the GM if they ask. Wanted to keep this brief for once, ahaha...

(Closed Due To Adulting & Poor Managment)

Welcome home, I'll probably reply when another joins in, if that makes sense?