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Дa, этo красивая!
Arh! It is a socialist! Burn it with fire!!
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Arh! It is a socialist! Burn it with fire!!
"Churchilion" - nice!
Are you sure it won't be in the next twenty 'something'....?
Are you sure it won't be in the next twenty 'something'....?
Is it even possible to keep count of that many people? :P
Real life can be a bitch, right?
Captain Jenno said
Ah, Melanie! Welcome back, V missed you.
She missed V too (even though she would never come around to admitting it)! ^^
Uh oh, a turned Runner - we should definitely try and create some bonds between her and our characters.
Found 'her' - made some small adjustments on her appearance (I wasn't sure how long the time skip would be, but anyways should be okay)
//Runner:
Name: Melanie ‘Mel’ Caine.
Age: 23
Gender: Female.
Nationality: Southern european.
Years as a Runner: 1/2 year.
Description of appearance (and outfit):
(reference picture - all rights reserved for the artist)
Melanie stands roughly around 5,9 feet tall, with an athletic body that is clearly honed through years of physical exercise and training - and while she isn’t muscular, her muscles are honed to be very agile and fast, yet at the same time is seems as if her slim body is able to perform above what that sort of build is normally capable of. her body isn’t what you would define as curvy, instead appearing more lean in a tomboyish fashion, however her sharp-roundish features and petite build leaves no doubt that she is in fact a woman. She has since the last mission cut her long dark brown hair, so it now stands in a neck-long short mess. she usually keeps a few bangs encompassing her petite long round face. Her eyes have an almost ice blue tint to them, standing in great contrast her honey brown skin that takes on its color naturally. Her eyes always seem to have an iron set determination to them, as if she always knows what she wants, and she won't back away to get it - this also means that those that do not know her can feel frightened from her stares, giving her a cold aura.-
Normally Melanie wears tomboyish clothes and if it wasn’t for her feminine features she could almost be mistaken for a boy. She prefers a pair of black baggy pants and a pair of white/red shoes especially made for running. Above this she usually wears an extra long white tank top that has black and red smudges over it in an artistic manner. Sometimes she also wears a thin red hoodie that has no arms, allowing her to move freely, but at the same time ‘hiding’ her movements. On her hands she wears a pair of dark brown leather gloves with no finger-tips, so that even though longer sessions of ‘running’ she won't damage her hands. Around her waist and upper left arm she has band with a few pockets in them where she keeps different kind of things - this also extends to her black pants that is covered in pockets for various tools.
On different parts of her body she has gotten symbolic tattoos, most of them appears to be of asian descent, yet the question still stands if any of these symbols mean anything specific, or if they are just for decour - however they have been on her for as long as she remembers. Yet she always keeps one tattoo hidden; a mark on her neck that most of all resembles a black and white code-bar with the numbers ‘050990’ etched into it. She seems very cautious of this, almost running away if someone mentions it and always keeps it hidden with her hair or her hoodie. It is unknown what it means.
Even though the times are sparse and the runners live in constant fear of getting caught, Mel still keeps a pair of earphones in her ears most of the time, she seems to find peace and focus when she has music in her ears, yet even when she speaks to someone she keeps her ears plugged.
A brief bio (complete with personality):
The girl named Melanie grew up on the rain soaked streets of New London, she has no recollection of her parent, just vague memories of various homeless people taking care of her and the boy that always followed her: Ethan. From the very beginning she was a survivor, she took care of herself, as she quickly came to figure out that no one would take care of the ‘rats’ as those who lived on the streets, away from the public’s eyes called themselves. Yet even one that grew up in the shadows of society cannot run forever; and at the age of 8 she disappeared, no one knew where she went or what had happened to her, some thought she had been turned, some thought she had ran away and some mean that she had died alone on the streets to be forever forgotten. However that is not the case, she was caught and brought to a special institute directly under the Operari-government.
It is unknown when Melanie came back - or why she came back. Was she released by the institute? Did she somehow escape and had nowhere to go? The questions piled up, yet she never answered them truthfully, in fact she rarely speaks of her past and when she does she is very vague, however no one is sure where and why she first made contact to the Runners and only a few know when and how she managed to join them. To most she just came to be, a runner that suddenly appeared and through her skills made her way into their society - and perhaps even more amazing; made her way into the praised Sector V. Yet she still isn’t truly integrated in the society of the runners, some still have their doubts about her, unsure whether to trust her or not, since it wouldn’t be the first time the Operari would have tried some sleek method of getting to them. Even though Melanie is obviously being regarded with caution and is being kept under watch she doesn’t seem to mind. She acts as if she is a friend, always smiling and joking. Yet those that look closer will notice that her smiles and laughter are never filled with pure happiness, she always seems to focus on something else, something that is beyond what is currently happening and it pains her. Perhaps it is her past haunting her, forcing her to never being truly happy, and thus she can scare those that are more empathic than others.
However even though she can appear haunted, and to some even cold, she usually acts very freely and full of energy, always up for something new and exciting. Yet when the cold dark covers of the night close down on her she always seem to seek the loneliness of her own mind, some have even heard her sob and cry in the darkest hours of the night, but when the sun breaks the next morning she always seems to return to her normal persona.
However if you watch her over a few days you will notice that it isn't just in the darkest hours of the night she disappears, at times she seem to disappear for hours, not telling anyone where she went or what she did.
Melee weapon: Melanie has a surprising amount of knifes hidden all over her body. Most of them rather small, made for martial arts and really close combat. An interesting detail is that all of the knives seem to be of military origin. Yet if she ever runs out of knifes she can utilize her environment to come out with the upper hand.
Though weapons aren’t Melanie’s only forte, she is very very skilled in all sorts of martial arts, being able to mix and match for the needs of the situation, yet always focusing on the body’s weak points.
Yet while Melanie is indeed very skilled in the arts of hurting others and protect herself, she is a Runner which means that she tends to avoid any fight as beat as she can. However Mel isn't just like a normal Runner, no she actually shies away from combat, almost never showing her skills when she's in the company of others, yet strangely she is also one of the most hard training Runners, using at least two hours daily for training her body.
Other informations:
Melanie has a deep dislike towards medical areas, or just areas that bears the "smell" of medicine (or the unnatural smell of "cleanliness" that often hangs in the air around hospitals) - the reason for this goes back to her past, however she has refused to explain it to anyone.
She also loves to enjoy beer and candies. Music is also one of her interests - if you get her going on the subject of music she can go on for hours, if you don't succeed in stopping her - which is rather difficult.
//Runner:
Name: Melanie ‘Mel’ Caine.
Age: 23
Gender: Female.
Nationality: Southern european.
Years as a Runner: 1/2 year.
Description of appearance (and outfit):
Melanie stands roughly around 5,9 feet tall, with an athletic body that is clearly honed through years of physical exercise and training - and while she isn’t muscular, her muscles are honed to be very agile and fast, yet at the same time is seems as if her slim body is able to perform above what that sort of build is normally capable of. her body isn’t what you would define as curvy, instead appearing more lean in a tomboyish fashion, however her sharp-roundish features and petite build leaves no doubt that she is in fact a woman. She has since the last mission cut her long dark brown hair, so it now stands in a neck-long short mess. she usually keeps a few bangs encompassing her petite long round face. Her eyes have an almost ice blue tint to them, standing in great contrast her honey brown skin that takes on its color naturally. Her eyes always seem to have an iron set determination to them, as if she always knows what she wants, and she won't back away to get it - this also means that those that do not know her can feel frightened from her stares, giving her a cold aura.-
Normally Melanie wears tomboyish clothes and if it wasn’t for her feminine features she could almost be mistaken for a boy. She prefers a pair of black baggy pants and a pair of white/red shoes especially made for running. Above this she usually wears an extra long white tank top that has black and red smudges over it in an artistic manner. Sometimes she also wears a thin red hoodie that has no arms, allowing her to move freely, but at the same time ‘hiding’ her movements. On her hands she wears a pair of dark brown leather gloves with no finger-tips, so that even though longer sessions of ‘running’ she won't damage her hands. Around her waist and upper left arm she has band with a few pockets in them where she keeps different kind of things - this also extends to her black pants that is covered in pockets for various tools.
On different parts of her body she has gotten symbolic tattoos, most of them appears to be of asian descent, yet the question still stands if any of these symbols mean anything specific, or if they are just for decour - however they have been on her for as long as she remembers. Yet she always keeps one tattoo hidden; a mark on her neck that most of all resembles a black and white code-bar with the numbers ‘050990’ etched into it. She seems very cautious of this, almost running away if someone mentions it and always keeps it hidden with her hair or her hoodie. It is unknown what it means.
Even though the times are sparse and the runners live in constant fear of getting caught, Mel still keeps a pair of earphones in her ears most of the time, she seems to find peace and focus when she has music in her ears, yet even when she speaks to someone she keeps her ears plugged.
A brief bio (complete with personality):
The girl named Melanie grew up on the rain soaked streets of New London, she has no recollection of her parent, just vague memories of various homeless people taking care of her and the boy that always followed her: Ethan. From the very beginning she was a survivor, she took care of herself, as she quickly came to figure out that no one would take care of the ‘rats’ as those who lived on the streets, away from the public’s eyes called themselves. Yet even one that grew up in the shadows of society cannot run forever; and at the age of 8 she disappeared, no one knew where she went or what had happened to her, some thought she had been turned, some thought she had ran away and some mean that she had died alone on the streets to be forever forgotten. However that is not the case, she was caught and brought to a special institute directly under the Operari-government.
It is unknown when Melanie came back - or why she came back. Was she released by the institute? Did she somehow escape and had nowhere to go? The questions piled up, yet she never answered them truthfully, in fact she rarely speaks of her past and when she does she is very vague, however no one is sure where and why she first made contact to the Runners and only a few know when and how she managed to join them. To most she just came to be, a runner that suddenly appeared and through her skills made her way into their society - and perhaps even more amazing; made her way into the praised Sector V. Yet she still isn’t truly integrated in the society of the runners, some still have their doubts about her, unsure whether to trust her or not, since it wouldn’t be the first time the Operari would have tried some sleek method of getting to them. Even though Melanie is obviously being regarded with caution and is being kept under watch she doesn’t seem to mind. She acts as if she is a friend, always smiling and joking. Yet those that look closer will notice that her smiles and laughter are never filled with pure happiness, she always seems to focus on something else, something that is beyond what is currently happening and it pains her. Perhaps it is her past haunting her, forcing her to never being truly happy, and thus she can scare those that are more empathic than others.
However even though she can appear haunted, and to some even cold, she usually acts very freely and full of energy, always up for something new and exciting. Yet when the cold dark covers of the night close down on her she always seem to seek the loneliness of her own mind, some have even heard her sob and cry in the darkest hours of the night, but when the sun breaks the next morning she always seems to return to her normal persona.
However if you watch her over a few days you will notice that it isn't just in the darkest hours of the night she disappears, at times she seem to disappear for hours, not telling anyone where she went or what she did.
Melee weapon: Melanie has a surprising amount of knifes hidden all over her body. Most of them rather small, made for martial arts and really close combat. An interesting detail is that all of the knives seem to be of military origin. Yet if she ever runs out of knifes she can utilize her environment to come out with the upper hand.
Though weapons aren’t Melanie’s only forte, she is very very skilled in all sorts of martial arts, being able to mix and match for the needs of the situation, yet always focusing on the body’s weak points.
Yet while Melanie is indeed very skilled in the arts of hurting others and protect herself, she is a Runner which means that she tends to avoid any fight as beat as she can. However Mel isn't just like a normal Runner, no she actually shies away from combat, almost never showing her skills when she's in the company of others, yet strangely she is also one of the most hard training Runners, using at least two hours daily for training her body.
Other informations:
Melanie has a deep dislike towards medical areas, or just areas that bears the "smell" of medicine (or the unnatural smell of "cleanliness" that often hangs in the air around hospitals) - the reason for this goes back to her past, however she has refused to explain it to anyone.
She also loves to enjoy beer and candies. Music is also one of her interests - if you get her going on the subject of music she can go on for hours, if you don't succeed in stopping her - which is rather difficult.
It's far from the best, but I just felt like I needed to post before tomorrow ^^
Evelyn sat there, enjoying her ice cold beer in peace as the chaos evolved around her; grinning back at the rather cute guy that winked at her, raising her beer in acknowledgment – however her point of interest was drawn away from the guy rather quickly. The woman wearing a rather frightening skull mask – 'Scorn', was it? - caught her attention as Evelyn noticed her looking at her. Tilting her head a little, questions erupted in her head.
Why is she looking at me...? Eve wondered for herself as she took another sip at her beer. Was her hair that out-there? That couldn't be it, Eve argued, she is wearing a skull mask after all – compared to her I am rather normal... I would say She nodded to herself a little, completely agreeing with her assessment before she took another beer.Although we sure is an odd bunch in here... she thought as she looked around at different personas that made up their little group. 'Weird' seemed to be a perfect match indeed.
Ah well...
As the situation evolved further, Evelyn didn't bother much joining in on the events, instead just opting to enjoy the rest of her beer – and ordering a fresh new one from Zeke as soon as she had finished the first one – and follow passively with in the conversation that was going on around the bar. It didn't take long before, one after another, the other conduits – or the 'X-Men' as she had dubbed the heroes of them – started to depart. Apparently going in a group was not their thing.
Sighing she took another sip off her beer.
“Shouldn't you get moving as well?” Zeke's voice penetrated the now nearly empty air at the bar, “thought you were all ready to join the group – they are hunting The Syndicate after all, Eve”
Evelyn gave him a cold glare, she hated being told what to do. “Oh shut it Zeke, I do what I want – always have, always will!” She barked, her tone never quite hit the anger-level, instead staying just on the edge of being in a jokingly tone. “You know damn well that I can get there before most – so what is the hurry? Now stick me another beer”
Zeke gave her a stare; she had already gotten quite a few by this time and he knew how drunk-Eve could behave – but nonetheless handed her another beer.
“You know,” he added, “why didn't you just take them all with you? With that handy little ability of yours wouldn't it be a piece of cake to bring them all to the museum?” he spoke as he watched the bottle-opening getting enveloped by her lips.
“Oh shush,” Eve spoke as soon as the bottle had left her mouth, “you know how I never tell others of my ability – it could be a big disadvantage if my enemies discovered what I am capable of!” Grinning she added; “of course it wouldn't help them even if they knew, they would still get a handful!”
Zeke just grinned in response, he knew that Eve could put up quite a fight.
After finishing her last beer Eve got up, sighing as she used her hands to force her body off the chair and away from the bar-counter. “Yea, I should really get going” she spoke reluctantly, suddenly she wasn't so sure it was the best idea to just charge head-on into a fight with an almost unknown enemy – but if all came down to her being in a bad situation, she could just run – she was particularly good at that. “It was Museum of Natural History, right Zeke?” She asked him just to be sure. Zeke only nodded in response, quickly turning back towards his broken tv. “Next time I will bring you a new tv if you need one” she grinned before empty space replaced her.
She appeared again on a rooftop – she always seemed to prefer rooftops as people tended to be rather disturbed when a pink-haired girl suddenly appeared out of nowhere – just in front of the museum. “So, this is where all the fun is going to happen, huh?” she spoke to herself. “I wonder where the rest of the group is...”
She didn't linger to find out, instead she disappeared once again, soon appearing inside the white halls of the museum. Once having scanned the area she had appeared in, she shrugged before starting to wander off – it would appear she had some time to kill before the 'fun' began.
Why is she looking at me...? Eve wondered for herself as she took another sip at her beer. Was her hair that out-there? That couldn't be it, Eve argued, she is wearing a skull mask after all – compared to her I am rather normal... I would say She nodded to herself a little, completely agreeing with her assessment before she took another beer.Although we sure is an odd bunch in here... she thought as she looked around at different personas that made up their little group. 'Weird' seemed to be a perfect match indeed.
Ah well...
As the situation evolved further, Evelyn didn't bother much joining in on the events, instead just opting to enjoy the rest of her beer – and ordering a fresh new one from Zeke as soon as she had finished the first one – and follow passively with in the conversation that was going on around the bar. It didn't take long before, one after another, the other conduits – or the 'X-Men' as she had dubbed the heroes of them – started to depart. Apparently going in a group was not their thing.
Sighing she took another sip off her beer.
“Shouldn't you get moving as well?” Zeke's voice penetrated the now nearly empty air at the bar, “thought you were all ready to join the group – they are hunting The Syndicate after all, Eve”
Evelyn gave him a cold glare, she hated being told what to do. “Oh shut it Zeke, I do what I want – always have, always will!” She barked, her tone never quite hit the anger-level, instead staying just on the edge of being in a jokingly tone. “You know damn well that I can get there before most – so what is the hurry? Now stick me another beer”
Zeke gave her a stare; she had already gotten quite a few by this time and he knew how drunk-Eve could behave – but nonetheless handed her another beer.
“You know,” he added, “why didn't you just take them all with you? With that handy little ability of yours wouldn't it be a piece of cake to bring them all to the museum?” he spoke as he watched the bottle-opening getting enveloped by her lips.
“Oh shush,” Eve spoke as soon as the bottle had left her mouth, “you know how I never tell others of my ability – it could be a big disadvantage if my enemies discovered what I am capable of!” Grinning she added; “of course it wouldn't help them even if they knew, they would still get a handful!”
Zeke just grinned in response, he knew that Eve could put up quite a fight.
After finishing her last beer Eve got up, sighing as she used her hands to force her body off the chair and away from the bar-counter. “Yea, I should really get going” she spoke reluctantly, suddenly she wasn't so sure it was the best idea to just charge head-on into a fight with an almost unknown enemy – but if all came down to her being in a bad situation, she could just run – she was particularly good at that. “It was Museum of Natural History, right Zeke?” She asked him just to be sure. Zeke only nodded in response, quickly turning back towards his broken tv. “Next time I will bring you a new tv if you need one” she grinned before empty space replaced her.
She appeared again on a rooftop – she always seemed to prefer rooftops as people tended to be rather disturbed when a pink-haired girl suddenly appeared out of nowhere – just in front of the museum. “So, this is where all the fun is going to happen, huh?” she spoke to herself. “I wonder where the rest of the group is...”
She didn't linger to find out, instead she disappeared once again, soon appearing inside the white halls of the museum. Once having scanned the area she had appeared in, she shrugged before starting to wander off – it would appear she had some time to kill before the 'fun' began.
Oh shoot! I still haven't gotten around to go ove Melanie - I will get right on it when I get home!
Oh bugger... It is in times likes this I really regret not being able to swim...
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