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Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

Bro don't go into the light

Devils of the Slate, a Dyomi tale

A plain door in a dead-end alley. A closed speakeasy door set at eye-level is the only feature, but such hatches are commonplace nowadays. The main door opens, and a hooded figure steps out. They lean against the brickwork and cross their arms with a quiet groan. A few minutes pass, and the hood comes down so that Jay can adjust one of her shoulder straps from its spot on a newer tattoo. Satisfied, she pulls back up the hood and waits.

These jobs are usually quiet, and she's not expecting anything different from this one. A few hours of protection, an unspecified "business" exchange, and she'd be paid decently. Easy enough. The only thing that worried her was the time that her employer had insisted on. Eleven in the morning seemed risky, for a couple reasons. For one, broad fucking daylight doesn't discourage prying eyes. For another, lunchtime means more movement on the streets, which means more eyes. She doesn't like eyes, but her employer didn't hire her to worry, so she peels her own open and scans the alley.

Devils of the Slate, a Dyomi tale

Gunslinger

Name:
Jeanine Isma Griffith (Jay)

Age:
22

Appearance:
Jay is five-foot-eleven. Her lean form is set off by layers of buckles and straps for a growing number of firearms that fold into nondescript chunks of metal. She keeps her purple-black hair in a tight low bun, and a pair of goggles sits on the crown of her head. Her right arm is cybernetic, and a good portion of her body is tattooed.

Appearance

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Pansexual

Personality:
Jay is a mercenary, and her personality reflects that. She is detached and professional, and she doesn’t bond easily. However, with the few people she lets in, she is warm, loyal, and compassionate.

Bio:
Jay doesn’t have a particularly traumatizing backstory. She had a decent childhood, but with an absent father and a busy mother, she took up various jobs to help keep her four younger siblings fed and clothed. She discovered a natural talent for bodyguarding in her quick aim and unwavering trigger finger, so she capitalized on it until she built a decent reputation.
A few years back, Jay was arrested (again) for carrying a firearm. A young boy who introduced himself as “Waylan” occupied the cell next to her, and when his cell wall blew outward, hers did as well. Jay decided that she owed the boy a debt, so she works for him whenever he calls.

Other:
⁍ Jay works decently as a sniper, but her split-second reflexes make for a deadly combatant in closer quarters.
⁍ She is looking to replace her arm with some sort of folding-gun-weapon.
⁍ Although Jay’s current loyalty lies with Waylan, she has worked for each of the main gangs at some point and has connections of varying strengths in each.
⁍ She’s stupidly lucky when playing roulette, and she has survived three games of Russian roulette. She’s not eager to make it a fourth.
⁍ Likes: beauty in strange places, pastries, music, balance
⁍ Dislikes: blindness, sour food, absence, starfish

Inheritance Cycle Rp

As soon as Judani finishes her meat, she trills and hops off the bed. With a glance at the sleeping form of the elf that had sung himself to sleep, Diommia scoops Judani up and starts wandering the halls. She instinctively follows the path to the other Riders-in-training. When they are close enough to the others, Judani leaps out of her arms and glides down to join them. Dio settles a few meters away and pulls out the pear slices with a content sigh.

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

lmao reagan has cash that he can dig up practically everywhere XD not much in each little stash, but he's like a squirrel

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

Devils of the Slate, a Dyomi tale

Gunslinger

Name:
Jeanine Isma Griffith (Jay)

Age:
22

Appearance:
Jay is five-foot-eleven. Her lean form is set off by layers of buckles and straps for a growing number of firearms that fold into nondescript chunks of metal. She keeps her purple-black hair in a tight low bun, and a pair of goggles sits on the crown of her head. Her right arm is cybernetic.

Appearance

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Pansexual

Personality:
Jay is a mercenary, and her personality reflects that. She is detached and professional, and she doesn’t bond easily. However, with the few people she lets in, she is warm, loyal, and compassionate.

Bio:
Jay doesn’t have a particularly traumatizing backstory. She had a decent childhood, but with an absent father and a busy mother, she took up various jobs to help keep her four younger siblings fed and clothed. She discovered a natural talent for bodyguarding in her quick aim and unwavering trigger finger, so she capitalized on it until she built a decent reputation.
A few years back, Jay was arrested (again) for carrying a firearm. A young boy who introduced himself as “Waylan” occupied the cell next to her, and when his cell wall blew outward, hers did as well. Jay decided that she owed the boy a debt, so she works for him whenever he calls.

Other:
⁍ Jay works decently as a sniper, but her split-second reflexes make for a deadly combatant in closer quarters.
⁍ She is looking to replace her arm with some sort of folding-gun-weapon.
⁍ Although Jay’s current loyalty lies with Waylan, she has worked for each of the main gangs at some point and has connections of varying strengths in each.
⁍ She’s stupidly lucky when playing roulette, and she has survived three games of Russian roulette. She’s not eager to make it a fourth.
⁍ Likes: beauty in strange places, pastries, music, balance
⁍ Dislikes: blindness, sour food, absence, starfish

Inheritance Cycle Rp

Diommia watches the other Rider initiates and their dragons silently. After a few of them get food, she follows suit, retrieving a scarlet pear and a few strips of raw meat for Judani. The small dragon chitters in happiness as Dio returns, tearing into a chunk of meat as soon as it comes close enough. Hungry. When start? she inquires, the question broadcasted directly into Diommia's mind as if it were her own. I'm not sure, she replies, and Judani snorts gently before returning to her meat. Dio pulls out a small knife and carves up her pear.

Devils of the Slate, a Dyomi tale

Oh geez I didn't realize you had this up and running. I'll get it up today @Jasper19

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

Sometimes life gets busy! Let's stay patient. I'm sure he'll post as soon as he can 😊