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Its a fun feeling to just sit and think about what to do for responses. The flipside is feeling locked in place, waiting for another to go first on something.
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Its a fun feeling to just sit and think about what to do for responses. The flipside is feeling locked in place, waiting for another to go first on something.
5 yrs ago
You ever take a look at the forum board, not see anything of ready interest, and decide to just go about your day? Figured I'd see if a new game was interesting, nope, ah well.
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5 yrs ago
Gonna be in New York this weekend, so if anyone needs me, please contact me via Discord.
5 yrs ago
Writer's block is a pain, but if I happen to owe anyone apost, I'll be working on them tonight, hopefully. Might go surfing, see if any games catch my attention.
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5 yrs ago
The feeling of needing to write content but it being hot as heck despite it being two am is not conductive to writing anything, blargh
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Bio
I already did an earlier introduction, but this is something one could always see, so let's roll.
Serene is the pen name that I use over on my old G+ account, which if you're able to find the account before the site shuts down, is Serene Selphia, but no fancy url, lol. But to those I'm close enough to, my nickname is Chris, and if I ask you to not use it, its nothing personal, I'm just not ready for that level of friendliness. That isn't to say I'm not a friendly person, just that I can be a bit professional when it comes to stuff. I've been rping since like...2011 I think? If I could find the Minecraft rp forums I started on(yes those were a thing, it was actually full of good rpers, but all good things come to an end of course), I'd have a precise date.
I roleplay a lot of things, well, that was the old system. About four years back, I settled down in a roleplay community on G+ called Temple of Glory, and began to stick to just one character who I kept working on, using other characters as I felt the need. That was my current primary character's father, a character I'll call the Professor for now, as I intend to post a version of his character sheet later. Probably when doing so wouldn't spoil what became of him in a storyline. Anyway, after a point I burned out as him, and switched focus to his daughter, who I use primarily in the old roleplay hub I come from. The Good Doctor, and here, no spoilers, mostly because ahaha, I'm shy about that.
I love a lot of series, but my heart goes out mainly to Rune Factory, Sonic, Mega Man, Metroid, Mario, Pokemon, and Duel Monsters. Especially Rune Factory and Sonic, though lately I've fostered a love for the Nasuverse, Fate Grand Order is a fun time. I love to read a variety of things, and I'm always online unless sleeping, so feel free to drop me a line if you need it. While I'm relatively new to the site here, I'm an rp veteran, and a skilled writer, as you'll see whenever I post the Doctor's current profile.
Ah right, more on me. I'm a college senior presently, I just had my capstone for my history degree wrapped up, and I'm proud of my progress. While I am a loner by nature(I mean my writing often keeps me trapped in my room to meet paper deadlines), I'm still a sociable person, and if you can't reach me here, my Discord is Serene Selphia#1064. So I suppose that's a bit of a spoiler, but to who, I won't say. Just be forewarned, if you ask me about a character of mine, there's a risk I'll write a lot, so make sure you're totally fine with that.
In terms of roleplay, while I do mainly fantasy/science-fiction, I can roll with just about anything(as far as I know), but if I tell you its not working for me, don't take it personally. I'm a fairly detailed writer, and in terms of style, I'm good with both combat and non-combat related narratives, I mean, my current main was built for combat initially, whereas her father is more the sociable type. The most detailed things tend to when I describe the world around, or when writing profiles for characters I adore. Basically, if I'm in tune or really love something, you could get a lot. I once wrote about twenty pages on a google doc in two hours because I loved it so much. Weird flex sure, but you can understand it. I don't look for much in rp partners, so long as you can write me enough that I understand either what you're doing, or what's going on, I'm usually good. I'll generally drop a line if I need more information.
I love learning, so if you ask me about something, and I don't have an answer, I'll gladly take the time to do at least a basic amount of research. And if you're ever stumped for ideas, drop me a line, I'm always glad to help fellow veterans or the newer folk. Heck, at one point for a friend's group I wrote an entire(albeit unused) document full of random plot ideas for the group drawn from throughout film and video games. Point is, if you need someone to talk to, unless I'm in a bad mood, or its a bad time(aka I'm about to go to bed, or in class), I'm always up for at least a quick chat. I do take commissions, so if you want a fanfiction written, give me a holler, or if you just want a custom story about a character of mine, or just ask for them to give their input on something in a non-serious setting. Still debating what to set prices for, or if I work totally free...I mean I should charge something, but anyways, wew, talk about a ramble, eh?
@1Charak2 When it comes to this, its less "adapting to combat" and more "a faster rate of learning." So if say, Glaive wished to learn how to use say, thieves tools, she'd be able to become adept with them much sooner than say, someone without the skill. Meant to be a reflection of how machines can be trained to learn at a rate often times drastically faster than humans. Partially takes inspiration from the 2b2t robot uprising they have ongoing.
However, if that still presents an issue for the Tier Zero, I can change it to something more clear like "Accelerated Learning" instead, to avoid clashing with things. I was rushed for time last night, but I can easily makes changes now.
DnD's rulebooks make for fun resources for character creation tbh.
Wrote this in about an hour but was thinking about it for most of the day. If it seems rushed, had an early bed time, I can make any required edits after stuff happens. Hope its acceptable, especially given the tier zero. Was struggling to come up with something that would mesh well. I guess its akin to what two others have included in their apps, but I can gladly change it out for something else. Like I dunno, some sort of skill akin to when Link picks up weapons and instantly knows how to use them.
Have a good one, I'm going to bed, hooray for being forced to get up at the crack of dawn, eh?
Also uh, I considered forgery kit as her tool, but decided against it since thinking about it...its kinda super op for starting out in retrospect.
Appearance:
Glaive stands about five feet tall, being of the rarer warforged sub-type known as envoys, partially explaining her rather uncanny valley esque design. Pale skinned, and clad in a set of black garments, she has white hair, and well, if not for the cracks in her body that are signs of the organic and inorganic components under her skin, she would be easily passable as an undersized human.
Name: Jasmine Carson(Birth Name) Glaive(Rebirth Name) Age: Warforged don't age, but roughly appears to be a young adult Gender: Female modeled body, female mind
Personality: Warforged are traditionally quiet, emotionless, focused on the task that they serve, although they can pick up traits from allies. Being that the joke "human in an artificial shell" comes to mind, this fits Jasmine well. An introverted type person, she is quiet, calm, but caring, even with her more reclusive tendencies. If a tad cold due to the whole "I'm a fucking robot now, bite me." She can also get flustered rather easily, even moreso due to how awkward she may feel about her new body. Entirely possible she could grow confident as time passes.
History: Jasmine was your typical American student, average grades, average life. But, by the time she reached college, she'd decided to be a writer, going through all the needed tensions that comes with deciding to be basically working a job that doesn't always pay. But she found her stride in two forms, internet blogging about various research topics, and writing stories. Come college's end and her graduating with an English degree, her parents decided to celebrate, by taking her on a roadtrip. A roadtrip that honestly went pretty well, as she used the time to blog about her trip to her small fanbase. Up until well, the hammer fell. Not a literal hammer, but during one of their stops in a city, namely that of New York, a piano fell on her. Apparently the cables snapped as it was being lifted to an apartment. Ironic way to go, being squashed flat beneath a musical instrument. And with that, well, she died.
Disguise kit - Comes with cosmetics, hair dye and small props to help in selling the disguise. Her intregrated tool, can be deployed from her hands or via her lower torso.
Lute - Musical instrument that is akin to a portable harp. The irony is not lost on her.
Satchel - Travelers bag that lays diagonally across the body, comes with various pouches. Rests against the side of the hip. Contains any tool kits she would acquire.
The Clothes on her back
Accelerated Learning - Glaive's ability to learn how to perform various skills or use new types of tools is drastically enhanced, allowing her to learn at a much more rapid pace, and with a higher overall rate of success. Semi-elevates her from a standard Warforged Envoy to something closer to a high fantasy robot. But she still has all the downsides of being an Envoy.
Integrated Protection - Warforged can change their armor type, which consists of Darkwood Core(unarmored), Composite Plating(Medium Armor), Heavy Plating(Heavy Armor), via a long rest, so long as they meet the requirements for one of the armor types. Glaive lacks the requirements to change armor types, and so remains with her standard Darkwood Core.
Warforged Resilience - Warforged do not need to eat, drink or breathe, they take less damage from poison based attacks, and overall are immune to disease. They also do not require normal sleep, and cannot be put to sleep with magic.
Sentry's Rest - Despite the lack of needing to sleep, if a Warforged stops to rest, they must remain in an idle, "inactive" state for upwards of six hours, but are not asleep. Merely idle, as they can observe their surroundings. They make for great sentries, yes, but this comes at a cost of being basically motionless and unable to actually sleep.
Specialized Design - Hallmark of the Envoy sub-race. Designed for other functions than merely ripping and tearing, or scouting the path of least resistance, they gain a skill, tool adeptness, and a tool built into their body.
Magical Vulnerability - As a more developed magical construct as compared to the golems of yesteryear, Warforged should, in theory, be more resistant to magic. Key word is should. Glaive herself, aside from the standard immunity to sleep magic, actually is weak to magic. This may in part be due to her overall magical nature, and being an Envoy suited to more utility, than magic or strength based affairs.
Acrobatics - One is who is quite skilled at moving around, commonly associated with performers. Envoy skill Glaive came with, allows her to use her surroundings to her advantage, to her foes disadvantage.
Performance - The ability to give off a convincing act, such as what one would see in a play. Glaive can act, helping in hopefully fooling or convincing people into doing what she wants.
Deception - The ability to trick people through false information. Kinda ties into performance, generally used to trick people.
Would an "artificial" monster be permitted? Akin to like a monster version of a warforged, or are we sticking to as normal fantasy as possible? Just curious since they aren't mentioned as forbidden.
The mere usage of the word Papa was, for the most part, unknown to the masses as to its effect upon Archer. While most of the time he was the evil genius who plotted all sorts of nefarious schemes and ruled from the center of his web, that word had a most curious power. A power to turn him from that into...a grandfather figure. It was, after all, the secret weapon when keeping him in line. But only worked from a servant or master of the suitable age range.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, my dear Elferia! It would appear that whoever built this structure, clearly wished to enter it without getting wet. Explains the surface entrance we found!" It was incredible, to see the mad genius, acting every inch the doting grandfather, his pace close to his master, assurance in his tone. How much she knew of the reality of the situation was up in the air for others to guess much later, but he wasn't about to put her in harms way if he could help it all the same. Even as he sensed her gaze turning to Holmes, he placed a hand on her shoulder, and squeezed it gently, as if to assure her not to question it too much.
"But Holmes is right, we should proceed. Depending on if this is a labyrinth, rather than a complex maze, we should find ourselves at the center eventually." Despite his wording, it gave nothing away beyond Archer's own knowledge of ancient words and the like. He was pondering about whether things were going to play out as planned, or if the others in the scheme would go to play to their whims. The King of Heroes could easily do so, and well, the King of Conquerors was a strong servant after all. He had brought supplies himself, but Archer planned to do any fighting if needed, as evident via the coffin like device he was carrying at his side. We should all be fine, after all, if this was the work of a famous builder, they would have already made themselves known, no?"
Serene Drakos
Eventful. That was one way to describe the aftermath of Serene and Da Vinci's conversation with their only other contact in the city regarding a rogue servant and command seals being inverted as a power source. She'd been forced to make a call that night to a certain someone she had hoped to not have to call about the matter. But surprisingly, her father had been rather calm when told about the matter. Not as if he'd known, but rather not surprised by such a situation. He merely told her to keep him appraised of important developments, and that he'd reach out to some contacts if it turned out that yes, a heretic mage was trying to cause trouble, and the city needed assistance from hunters off the island. Something Serene had been left with after hanging up had been the sensation he wasn't telling her something...as if he already was ahead of her. It was probably nothing though. After telling Da Vinci what her father had said, the two had discussed a bit more of what to do, before deciding it was best to just sleep, then ask the other two to join them at the Administration when they had time. If there was anywhere bound to have the answers they needed, it would be there, or if not, well, surely someone in the city with a list of secrets to sell would be amendable to sharing intel...right?
So, that was how it came to be, that outside the entrance to Fusang City's nervous center, Serene waited with Da Vinci for the other pair to arrive, the quartet the most unlikely detective set, but stranger pairups existed, right? She was nervous though, and she had good reasons. All of this...bothered her, and she was not sure if the administration of Fusang would help them out or not. Hopefully it would go well, right? And it would just be a fluke regarding what happened with that Berserker?
The past eleven days had ranged from boring as hell to...slightly interesting. Serene's trip through the eastern US had been well, a trip. Stopping now and again to check out a town, a city, various places. It took her about five days after New York to finish her trip down, and had ended up turning around at the top of Florida. Too close to tropical storms for her taste. Maybe she'd come back another time and set up a base. So back around she'd gone, traveling back, this time a bit faster, but weathering at cities she'd selected as possible big bases when she felt the need arise. In the end, she wound up, back in Gotham, three to four days after leaving Florida. All in all, really uneventful. Literally aside from having to maybe avoid a roving biker gang, and well, bad weather, it had been literally just "survive, find shelter, find food if needed, keep going." And now, now she was in the city of Gotham.
She'd passed it by before, mostly because she'd known for a fact that finding a good base of operations would take time. That and a quick internet search at the library in New York had shown that one part of it should be avoided unless she had a lot of time and firepower. She had the time, but firepower, namely information, was something else she lacked. Unlike New York, where she had seemingly gotten lucky with not running into any trouble, she had no idea if the same could happen in that part of the area. But now?
Now was different. Well, then, given she'd arrived the 16th, but one digresses. A bit of time exploring the city, doing some stuff, and well, just being a tourist. She'd gone from one part to another, mapping it out, dodging any possible troubles. Minus one case of calling in a tip on a home break in progress, then left before the cops showed up. She did not want to explain to them why she had no US issued ID, or a passport from any Terran government. If they even bothered to show up. But eventually, all explorations end the way they should. With a late night dinner, atop a city rooftop. She liked the neo-gothic, reminded her of home a tad...but her dad would have been commenting non-stop on when each damn building in the city was likely built, as to why it was probably built as it was, maybe even guessing how long it took to build. Having the dragonic fusion of Sherlock Holmes and Indiana Jones for a dad was...annoying sometimes. But in that moment, it gave her home sickness. Centuries she hadn't seen home, maybe even longer. There were a lot of people she had come to miss over the time she'd spent, traveling from universe to universe.
Funny how munching on a magic infused MRE could make one think of home. Then again, being reminded of her original life as a super soldier wasn't a fond memory. But at the end of the day...food's food when you're a cashless dragon who has no idea if the locals accept actual gold bars or coins as currency. And MREs, while not the most tasteful(even by her world's standards of making anything short of an actual freak disaster in the kitchen actually edible and tasty), were at least easy to store and carry, compared to other Rune foods. Even if Rune icecream couldn't melt, it just felt weird to pull one out of her pocket. So this was better. In short, this entire paragraph is filler.
But, sometimes, even...
Anything further was stopped by the power across the city near her going out. She paused, food midway to her mouth, a soft groan, crossed with a dragonic growl, coming from her. Great, this brought back memories. None of them good. When the power goes out, and there's no storms overhead, earthquakes beneath, or a tsunami striking, that means one of two things. One, someone broke something at a power plant, or someone cut the power on purpose...and then, a sound all but confirmed it. And a sensation. Technology on the wind, wafting up to her. Serene's head, beneath her hood, which she'd changed into to really avoid drawing suspicion hopefully with her hat and other outfit, turned towards a distant figure, which angle wise she could just see...charging towards something. The wind didn't lie, that looked like someone in armor. Tech based. Something in her body growled, the thought of consuming such tech, acquiring it, made her hunger. Only for the sound of the gradually growing louder, through doppler effect, sound of a train imitation to knock her back into reality.
"...This is so dumb. Only an idiot, or someone freakishly strong charges some place while sounding like that. Or is part train."
Watching what soon unfolded left her under the impression it may have been a bit of all three. So one big guy, maybe a giant, decked out in power armor that could...okay what the hell, arm cannons are her thing. Definitely eating his arm later. Maybe his helmet too, see if it came with any new data she could use. The morphing deal was cool. Back on track...so power armored guy attacking a police place, and with pals. While she wasn't close enough to get a good line on the pals and what they might do, she did see well...a flash of light after the red guy vanished into the building. So probably one of his allies had magic, or maybe could send out illusionary copies, who knew. On the one hand, this wasn't her problem. This was the local's issue.
But on the other hand...
"...Yeah, only fair to help, and right." She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't do something. Too many innocents on her mind from a long time ago. Pulling herself upright, she moved quickly, even as she pulled out a device, and sent a simple text. Far away in Maine, eventually the text went through, and her ship powered up, rising up slowly into the heavens. It had its job, and hopefully no hillbillies got spooked by the UFO.
From one rooftop to another, she almost kept going, looking for a way to the roof of the compound, only to stop. Her gaze dropped, spotting the whole grapple hooking guy as he landed on the ground below. Judging by the fact he was late to the apparent party...probably a good person. Who could use some help. Considering he wasn't flying, or using high tech anything. Probably just your average, run of the mill viligante, who did what they could for the sake of...Yeah, best to get on with it. A few moments passed, as she backed up, then ran forward, taking a running leap off of the building. Not the most fancy way to get there, but it got her to a spot just outside the destroyed front entrance, the ground cratering as she landed, not with the fist hitting the ground, just her landing with a hand to steady. And followed in after the guy.
Let's see...biosuit and power armor of her own, shotgun, and maybe some other tools. And her secret weapon. Last one she wasn't going to use unless she had no choice. Because that would probably get her arrested, even if she helped save the day. Who knows, maybe the guy inside would have some idea who the bad guys were. And hopefully, she wouldn't run into those bad guys right away.
With those thoughts, Serene ran headfirst into the chaos, shotgun materializing in one hand, her hoodie hiding her features, her jeans hiding...something else. This wasn't going to be as bad as the time she stormed a doomsday station basically alone with a macguffin capable of altering reality at its core, nor the other time she stormed a doomsday station. But this...probably was up there near sneaking into an unknown force's camp back in the day, all to unknowingly start a rivalry with a crazed space monkey.
Having someone decide for her what to do next, was, on one hand, nervewracking, after all, some part of her didn't want to be a bother. On the other hand, she was relieved. Fiona would find that the arm she grabbed onto, while hidden beneath the hoodie sleeve, was lean, yet with a clear hint of muscles. Someone strong, without any real "fat" on the bone. Maybe the sensation would also be accompanied by a slippery feeling, given the material that acted as a second skin to the Traveler's body. Sitting down, she couldn't help but take in the smells, and the sounds. All of it was nice, lovely, in fact. Sensations most welcome. However, at the same time, she couldn't help but feel as if she was being a nuisance. After all, she'd not even begun to come up with something to order. But anything further was dashed away at the sudden placement of food before her. A few moments passed as Fiona spoke, before the hooded woman did respond.
"It's...no bother. Hadn't made a decision yet." There were two things to note about her speech. The first was, despite how few words were spoken, there was a clear accent, or tone, that one would associate with a higher status in life, noble, royal, or perhaps, even higher. But on the flip side, there was no negative side to that, no haughtiness, no entitlement, a humbleness to the tone, like one might expect of a common place soldier, or say, normal person. A sort of oddness then, a refined tone, yet without any sign of the negatives that came with stereotypes regarding upper classes. "Just...a traveler passing through. Thought I'd spend a few nights here..." The slowness wasn't a speech impediment, rather the woman pausing, as if trying to decide which words would be best to use. She studied the food items from under her hood, considering each one in turn, before picking one. One hand left its dark enclosure, the biosuit clad digits reaching up and onto the table, to grasp one of the croissants. It was held a moment, then lifted, another study given, before it was lifted up further, under the hood, somehow abruptly vanishing into the darkness, as if it had literally just been...sucked away. A few seconds of chewing, then a swallow. It was good, very good. There was a talented baker here, clearly. Probably a monster or human with superb cooking skills. A few moments more passed, then the traveler turned her head directly towards Fiona, and despite the hood, well it was clear eye contact, to a degree, was being held. Not in an intense or threatening manner, merely the politeness one might expect from a diner towards their server. And yet, there was a sense of intensity, not directed outwards, but as if there was a sort of...internal energy behind those eyes. If one was attuned to the right kind of energy, they'd sense the pool inside. A swirling "maelstrom" of magical energy, hidden deep beneath the surface, yet just there, as if waiting. Energy foreign to the world, yet at the same time, natural.
"Do you have...anything cherry related?" There, a slight note of hesitation this time. As if asking made them nervous. Probably some reason for that. "Or cinnamon sugar...if that's not a bother to ask?" Someone clearly wasn't used to more common, mundane stuff. Her attention was, however, quickly pulled away, towards the singer from earlier. She couldn't help but smile internally at the other's energy. Sweettoothes are a guilty pleasure the world over, it seemed. Still, she had to be careful, being an outsider, an alien at that, made life tricky sometimes. She didn't want to cause trouble here, not in the place she was certain was a safe haven...
There was a gentle breeze moving the leaves overhead, the moon already high in the sky. Central Park was quiet, at least deep in its depths. There, amid a few trees, was tucked a small camp, a hammock strung up between two trees, and a few items below it that were for other purposes. One of which was meant to alert the hammock's occupant if anyone tripped motion detectors hidden around the site. It was best to be safe, just incase in this world, the city police didn't take kindly to anyone camping out under the stars in the public space.
All things considered, the past two days had been productive. Serene had arrived in New York City sooner than expected, as the weather was good, the roads were okay, and she had means for rough terrain if needed. Well more like the bike could handle such. Which had been the night of the 5th. She'd struck camp that night in Central Park, having to move once when someone got too close, probably a late night walker or a homeless person, to a hopefully more secluded area. There were a number of reasons why she was camping. The first was that it was "free," even if probably of a questionable legality, the second that it was just the sensation of being under open skies that somehow soothed her alongside nature sounds, the third was...Serene lacked American currency. Well, not currency from this world's US Mint. She probably had plenty of American Dollars from various worlds in her ship, but until she was able to sort out a proper source of income, actual housing in any of her destinations would be tricky. That and well, she just found it easier to get away if in the open. Rather than underground.
The Sixth had been her day of getting to explore the city's nooks and crannies, learning about various locations of interest. Feeling her way around. Plus trying to find a way into the city's sewers or better, abandoned subways. All of this had turned up enough information to warrant her wanting to spend more than a day in the city. The seventh had been less exploration, and more focused. Visiting a few PIs who after looking up on the internet, seemed able to handle supernatural/alien lifeforms asking for help. And two whom had agreed to at least look into a pair of matters for her. The first was simply to ask around if anyone knew the term "Draconian." The second which was given to the second PI, was just ask if there were any actual dragons in the city, or beings who had an energy signature similar to her own. Which had been achieved by handing over a vial of her blood, and asking for it back. Payment had been agreed upon if the PIs actually found anything that warranted further hunting, gold would be used as currency. After that, she'd dived into more research, this in the form of visiting the Central Library, and investigating maps of the city and its underground network of tunnels. She'd found a few abandoned sewer and subway tunnels she could use as a temporary base of operations.
But now, Serene was reviewing her own thoughts. Laying there in her hammock, listening to insects making their own noises, she questioned the risk/reward of asking around about the Draconians. If they existed in this universe, were they good or bad? If they were anything like her own universe's version, odds were good with some bad eggs, but no promise of a central leadership. Best case, maybe the Draconians hadn't lost their homeworld 90,000 years ago like in her universe, and were led by the Three Sisters, or their counterparts, and were good. The risk was if the Draconians were bad guys, asking about them could draw the wrong attention, either from aliens who had been driven from their worlds, or Draconian agents. And fighting even one was a gamble if they were skilled enough with their powers. Though the good version had the risk that enemy factions still would question who was looking into them. But at the end of the day, there wasn't much she could do about it.
As for asking about others with her kind of magic? Well, considering what Runic beings did to the environment of worlds they were introduced to, it wouldn't be too farfetched to assume that they could be seen as a "plague" if they weren't contained to one world like in her universe. Now, it was all in the hands of whatever beings governed this universe how things went.
"Let's see...Gotham is next after this." Murmuring under her breath, Serene considered the road ahead. Gotham was a must, setting up a major base there would be good. If risky given the local heroes might not take well to her presence, so she was unsure. But there was that Harley lady. An ex-villain who was what, a therapist now? As much as Serene hated to admit it, someone she could talk to about some issues of hers would be helpful. Skymother knew she didn't want to burden Champ or the others she'd already met with her personal issues. Given they'd probably go out of their way to try and locate the problems in question if they were in this universe. So it was the street level former baddie it was, no one with larger scale burdens who would probably try and take them on for her. Someone "normal."
Days like this, it reminded her just how much she fucking missed Alex. Having a normal noblesse by her world's standards who she could talk to about mundane normal stuff, it was the kind of anchor she needed. Reminded her of her purpose. That not everyone was well, like her.
"Wherever you are, hun, I hope you're having a better time of it than I am." That was enough to mope upon. Serene needed to sleep before tomorrow, when she was going to decide if she was to keep prowling around New York hunting relics that might be from her end of reality, or clues, or head south to Gotham. She'd left the two PIs with a way to reach her, so that wasn't an issue. She reached up her hand, tugging her hat down so its brim covered her eyes, keeping her shades close, while adjusting her trenchcoat like coat that covered her. Better safe than sorry. Adjusting her position, she kept her gaze up towards the stars, and waited for sleep to take her.
Most people would have been freaking out visibly at such news. But whether Serene was still half asleep, or something else had flashed into her mind, she was remarkably calm despite the news that there was something seriously wrong. She'd let the two talk for the moment, but finally, she spoke up. "Was there anyone else present when Berserker was summoned? It would probably help if the master could be spoken to. Such as who he may have had along, how he summoned his servant. If its not a secret skill unique to that servant, could it be say, a heretical mage?" For a moment, there was an edge of fear to her words. Not fear at the thought of a heretical mage, those were rather common all things considered. No, the fear was of how her father would react. She'd have to notify him, as something messing with command seals would require looking into the family's records. And if her father learned of the situation...odds were he'd come to the city, and she had no doubt at least one person in the city wouldn't be pleased if a North American Mage Hunter(if retired), came to the city, let alone one with her father's history. But at the same time...maybe they could solve it on their own. Truth be told, she didn't want to end up being recalled back to the Americas on her second day on the island...She just had to remain calm. She certainly hadn't been expecting a possible heretic mage loose in the city...
If one could have a dollar for every time Archer could become smug at having a one up, or just an opening to get at Holmes, well, who knows how rich they would be. At the mention of a boat, he just gained a very, very, very smug grin.
"I was wondering when you were going to bring that up. As it just so happens, I own a boat myself, for business reasons. As well as one that the King of Heroes just so happened to give me as a gift the other day. At Iskander's suggestion, as they both enjoy my bar quite a good deal. If you'd like, we could take either one out, though I can't promise that there isn't a surprise in the second's cargo hold." Upon finishing, an eyebrow was lifted, waiting to see how the duo would react to such.
January 5th, 1:15 PM Interstate 95, Southern end of Maine, Enroute South
Tires spun effortlessly against pavement, gripping the ground with ease. The landscape passed at a rate just barely under the speed limit for the road, as a motorcycle roared down Interstate 95. While on the surface it might have made one think of a bizarre love child of a chopper and a tour cycle, ultimately, it was alien technology that ran under the hood so to speak. And maybe a bit of magic. At the end of the day, it was Serene's personal cycle, a multi-purpose transport that could, with the right coaxing, shift its form to better suit whatever she wanted. And in this case, she wanted speed, but still feel comfortable. She had debated pulling out a different wheeled transport of hers, but after Champ's reaction to her mothership, and the gunship inside...she was pretty sure that pulling "ol'faithful" out of the mothballs and making it work would have given him a stroke. So it was the cycle. Gunship had been considered, sure, but it just didn't feel the same to fly over the road, as to ride along it. Besides, she liked the wind in her face, and the sensation of knowing that no one would hopefully shoot at her(as would be a concern if airborne in her gunship).
Part of her hated having to drive under the speed limit, rather than shift into high gear and use the cycle's maximum output, but the last thing she wanted was the government freaking out over a cycle breaking the sound barrier and possibly causing irrevocable harm to the ground and surrounding environments. Yeah, she was not about to get arrested for environmental damage. So taking it careful it was. And even then, she was more careful than usual, as before starting out, certain bits of tech from her collection had either been dusted off, or outright rebuilt, to hide her true appearance. Some folks didn't like women with big horns or wings. So a helmet that was bigger on the inside than it had any right to be it was, complete with enough room to hide her horns, and her wings...were wrapped tightly around her body as best able under her driving clothes. Which ironically, aside from the helmet, consisted of an overcoat cut just right to avoid getting in the way as she drove(magic or smart tech, perhaps?), that almost seemed more like a trenchcoat, and simple jeans and a short sleeve shirt. Though it meant she'd had to adjust how much of her body her biosuit covered. In this case, exposing her arms up to nearly her shoulders. Though if one looked too close(and she wasn't wearing the borderline a trench coat), they'd see the scales that sometimes were apparent when surface skin was rubbed off to expose the dragon skin underneath. There was only so much she could do after all, without risking setting off something. And of course, her long hair was kept in its standard braid. And a pair of shades over her eyes avoided that little pair of orbs from being commented on.
So all in all? Your standard "cool kid" attire, if the trenchcoat was a bit much. Roaring down the road towards the state borders, in a motorcycle that definitely didn't look normal. But why? Why bother leaving what was her "turf" in Iceland? Well, for starters, wanderlust. Or a thrill seeking heart. Soldier Serene had been meant to be aside, she loved exploring, gathering information on her surroundings, to better help her in future actions. And as much as she hated to admit it, staying inside her slowly developing tower was only fun to a point with most of the facilities for it not yet ready. And she doubted Champ wanted to spend anymore time there than necessary if he wanted to see her. Probably had to do with the few robots she had building the facility that did look like they had jumped straight out of a video game. So in short, cabin fever mixed with her need to learn had driven her to fly across the ocean to Maine inside her cloaked gunship, before landing in a confirmed secure location, before switching to her motorcycle. The gunship had updated orders to come find her if something went wrong on either end, and thus its autopilot would guide it to Serene if needed. Hopefully no one went poking around in the woods and found the alien craft sitting there. She could only imagine the news.
Shaking her head briefly, Serene checked a device affixed to the handlebars, her own version of a GPS, using old information to plot her course. New York City was still a longways away. Worst case, she'd have to spend the night somewhere. Best case, she drove through the night. She didn't know what state the melting pot of a city was in, but if she was to start anywhere to search for information on various topics of interest only to her, it was the best place. Bound to be some aliens who knew what she was after. Sure, she could have asked those nice Lantern folks, but she didn't want to bother them so soon after helping her land. Maybe if she saw them again? But one digresses.
Driving like this, without a "care" in the world almost reminded her of another time, another place. But as the thoughts came, she pushed them aside. She would let them consume her later, the memories. Till then, she had to focus. While also monitoring the "scanner" attached below the "GPS" of her machine. Just incase something interesting came from any local police. Who knows, a detour could be fun, or even give her information about her own goals. Plus, never hurts to do good, right? For now though, she just focused on driving, enjoying the wind whip past, her shades hiding a twinkle in her eyes, that was, however, reflected in the smile that was more a smirk. It felt good. So good in fact.
I already did an earlier introduction, but this is something one could always see, so let's roll.
Serene is the pen name that I use over on my old G+ account, which if you're able to find the account before the site shuts down, is Serene Selphia, but no fancy url, lol. But to those I'm close enough to, my nickname is Chris, and if I ask you to not use it, its nothing personal, I'm just not ready for that level of friendliness. That isn't to say I'm not a friendly person, just that I can be a bit professional when it comes to stuff. I've been rping since like...2011 I think? If I could find the Minecraft rp forums I started on(yes those were a thing, it was actually full of good rpers, but all good things come to an end of course), I'd have a precise date.
I roleplay a lot of things, well, that was the old system. About four years back, I settled down in a roleplay community on G+ called Temple of Glory, and began to stick to just one character who I kept working on, using other characters as I felt the need. That was my current primary character's father, a character I'll call the Professor for now, as I intend to post a version of his character sheet later. Probably when doing so wouldn't spoil what became of him in a storyline. Anyway, after a point I burned out as him, and switched focus to his daughter, who I use primarily in the old roleplay hub I come from. The Good Doctor, and here, no spoilers, mostly because ahaha, I'm shy about that.
I love a lot of series, but my heart goes out mainly to Rune Factory, Sonic, Mega Man, Metroid, Mario, Pokemon, and Duel Monsters. Especially Rune Factory and Sonic, though lately I've fostered a love for the Nasuverse, Fate Grand Order is a fun time. I love to read a variety of things, and I'm always online unless sleeping, so feel free to drop me a line if you need it. While I'm relatively new to the site here, I'm an rp veteran, and a skilled writer, as you'll see whenever I post the Doctor's current profile.
Ah right, more on me. I'm a college senior presently, I just had my capstone for my history degree wrapped up, and I'm proud of my progress. While I am a loner by nature(I mean my writing often keeps me trapped in my room to meet paper deadlines), I'm still a sociable person, and if you can't reach me here, my Discord is Serene Selphia#1064. So I suppose that's a bit of a spoiler, but to who, I won't say. Just be forewarned, if you ask me about a character of mine, there's a risk I'll write a lot, so make sure you're totally fine with that.
In terms of roleplay, while I do mainly fantasy/science-fiction, I can roll with just about anything(as far as I know), but if I tell you its not working for me, don't take it personally. I'm a fairly detailed writer, and in terms of style, I'm good with both combat and non-combat related narratives, I mean, my current main was built for combat initially, whereas her father is more the sociable type. The most detailed things tend to when I describe the world around, or when writing profiles for characters I adore. Basically, if I'm in tune or really love something, you could get a lot. I once wrote about twenty pages on a google doc in two hours because I loved it so much. Weird flex sure, but you can understand it. I don't look for much in rp partners, so long as you can write me enough that I understand either what you're doing, or what's going on, I'm usually good. I'll generally drop a line if I need more information.
I love learning, so if you ask me about something, and I don't have an answer, I'll gladly take the time to do at least a basic amount of research. And if you're ever stumped for ideas, drop me a line, I'm always glad to help fellow veterans or the newer folk. Heck, at one point for a friend's group I wrote an entire(albeit unused) document full of random plot ideas for the group drawn from throughout film and video games. Point is, if you need someone to talk to, unless I'm in a bad mood, or its a bad time(aka I'm about to go to bed, or in class), I'm always up for at least a quick chat. I do take commissions, so if you want a fanfiction written, give me a holler, or if you just want a custom story about a character of mine, or just ask for them to give their input on something in a non-serious setting. Still debating what to set prices for, or if I work totally free...I mean I should charge something, but anyways, wew, talk about a ramble, eh?
Anyways, that's about it. I'll probably rewrite this as needed.
Restating ways to reach me as needed!
Discord: Serene Selphia#1064
MeWe: Serene Selphia
G+: [url]https://plus.google.com/u/0/b/111951242394737706703/+SereneSelphia[/url]
Doc Rock, signing off, stay gold.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I already did an earlier introduction, but this is something one could always see, so let's roll.<br><br>Serene is the pen name that I use over on my old G+ account, which if you're able to find the account before the site shuts down, is Serene Selphia, but no fancy url, lol. But to those I'm close enough to, my nickname is Chris, and if I ask you to not use it, its nothing personal, I'm just not ready for that level of friendliness. That isn't to say I'm not a friendly person, just that I can be a bit professional when it comes to stuff. I've been rping since like...2011 I think? If I could find the Minecraft rp forums I started on(yes those were a thing, it was actually full of good rpers, but all good things come to an end of course), I'd have a precise date.<br><br>I roleplay a lot of things, well, that was the old system. About four years back, I settled down in a roleplay community on G+ called Temple of Glory, and began to stick to just one character who I kept working on, using other characters as I felt the need. That was my current primary character's father, a character I'll call the Professor for now, as I intend to post a version of his character sheet later. Probably when doing so wouldn't spoil what became of him in a storyline. Anyway, after a point I burned out as him, and switched focus to his daughter, who I use primarily in the old roleplay hub I come from. The Good Doctor, and here, no spoilers, mostly because ahaha, I'm shy about that.<br><br>I love a lot of series, but my heart goes out mainly to Rune Factory, Sonic, Mega Man, Metroid, Mario, Pokemon, and Duel Monsters. Especially Rune Factory and Sonic, though lately I've fostered a love for the Nasuverse, Fate Grand Order is a fun time. I love to read a variety of things, and I'm always online unless sleeping, so feel free to drop me a line if you need it. While I'm relatively new to the site here, I'm an rp veteran, and a skilled writer, as you'll see whenever I post the Doctor's current profile.<br><br>Ah right, more on me. I'm a college senior presently, I just had my capstone for my history degree wrapped up, and I'm proud of my progress. While I am a loner by nature(I mean my writing often keeps me trapped in my room to meet paper deadlines), I'm still a sociable person, and if you can't reach me here, my Discord is Serene Selphia#1064. So I suppose that's a bit of a spoiler, but to who, I won't say. Just be forewarned, if you ask me about a character of mine, there's a risk I'll write a lot, so make sure you're totally fine with that.<br><br>In terms of roleplay, while I do mainly fantasy/science-fiction, I can roll with just about anything(as far as I know), but if I tell you its not working for me, don't take it personally. I'm a fairly detailed writer, and in terms of style, I'm good with both combat and non-combat related narratives, I mean, my current main was built for combat initially, whereas her father is more the sociable type. The most detailed things tend to when I describe the world around, or when writing profiles for characters I adore. Basically, if I'm in tune or really love something, you could get a lot. I once wrote about twenty pages on a google doc in two hours because I loved it so much. Weird flex sure, but you can understand it. I don't look for much in rp partners, so long as you can write me enough that I understand either what you're doing, or what's going on, I'm usually good. I'll generally drop a line if I need more information.<br><br>I love learning, so if you ask me about something, and I don't have an answer, I'll gladly take the time to do at least a basic amount of research. And if you're ever stumped for ideas, drop me a line, I'm always glad to help fellow veterans or the newer folk. Heck, at one point for a friend's group I wrote an entire(albeit unused) document full of random plot ideas for the group drawn from throughout film and video games. Point is, if you need someone to talk to, unless I'm in a bad mood, or its a bad time(aka I'm about to go to bed, or in class), I'm always up for at least a quick chat. I do take commissions, so if you want a fanfiction written, give me a holler, or if you just want a custom story about a character of mine, or just ask for them to give their input on something in a non-serious setting. Still debating what to set prices for, or if I work totally free...I mean I should charge something, but anyways, wew, talk about a ramble, eh?<br><br>Anyways, that's about it. I'll probably rewrite this as needed.<br>Restating ways to reach me as needed!<br>Discord: Serene Selphia#1064<br>MeWe: Serene Selphia<br>G+: <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://plus.google.com/u/0/b/111951242394737706703/+SereneSelphia">https://plus.google.com/u/0/b/111951242394737706703/+SereneSelphia</a><br><br>Doc Rock, signing off, stay gold.</div>
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