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Winds of Fate ~ A Thief's Adventure (Now accepting new players in Advanced RP)

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The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded

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Alannah Ó Ceallaigh

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Location: X-Factor Team Common Area

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Alannah sat in the corner on the floor, her long legs pushed against her chest. The common area/kitchen that had been provided to the members of the X-Factor, which she was so recently a part of, had an abundance of empty couches and cushioned chairs she could be sitting in, but she still preferred the hard floor. Everything in the future was so soft, so artificial; she was rarely comfortable sinking into a cushion.

The atmosphere around Serval's base had been tense for the past week, with the exception of four days ago when there had been a long period of forced good cheer for some sort of future holiday. Alannah had actually only met Harrison Snow a few times; for the most part his attention had been taken up by Serval's other projects, and she had spent most of the past few months at Serval too engaged in tasks like 'learning the language' to spend much time mingling with him. Still, he had seemed a good man, and she owed him a great deal. When the time came to get revenge for his murder, she would help. Until then, for her it was business as usual.

She pulled a book out of her bag and flipped to the first page, pausing a moment to dig up the 'English to Old Gaelic' translation guide that one of the scientists at Serval had created for her. She placed it on the floor to the side, where she would have it in the likely event that she needed it. The English language was a difficult beast to defeat, but she was feeling good about her progress; in the book she'd most recently completed, The Sun Also Rises, she'd only had to return to the guide four or five times, which she took as a sign of progress. She hadn't understood the story at all, though, and when she'd asked a Serval employee she'd gotten a long lecture about some war that didn't seem related whatsoever.

She pulled the book onto her legs and peered at the first page, sounding the words out under her breath. Reading hadn't come naturally to her, but once she'd been taught the art it had become one of her favorite things to do when there was nothing more exciting going on; she'd always loved stories, and getting better at the language everyone around her was always speaking in did not hurt, either.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged," she muttered slowly, pausing to doublecheck the meaning of 'acknowledged',"That a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."

The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded

She-Wolf

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Alannah Ó Ceallaigh

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Character Summary

Name: Alannah Ó Ceallaigh
Aliases: The She-Wolf, Ally, Crazy Eyes, Captain Ireland (she doesn’t get that one)
Age: 19
Birthday: July 15th, 229 AD
Birth Place: Northern Ireland, not far from modern day Belfast
Gender: Female
Powers/Special Skill Set: Enhanced Reflexes, Sharp Teeth and Claws
Editorial Nickname: The Lass from the Past
Alignment: Chaotic Good
How long have they been with X-Factor?: New member. Been with the team for a few months while acclimating to the modern world.

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Appearance

Height: 6’2”
Weight: 146 lbs
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Red
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Back covered in a tapestry of old whipping scars.
Personal Style: Alannah has a very limited sense of modern fashion. She mostly wears the practical athletic wear, hoodies, t-shirts and jeans that Serval Corp have provided to her as their guest, having been assured that these are the sorts of things one wears. One thing she insists on is warpaint; before going into battle, she paints a long, blue stripe down the right side of her face and onto her neck. She actually does own a few formal dresses, these having been purchased for her as a gift by several Serval corp employees after she displayed interest in a fashion magazine; she would never, ever let anyone else see her in them, but every now and then when she’s alone she’ll put one on and look at herself in the mirror.

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Psychology

Brave * Headstrong * Passionate * Short-tempered * Clever * Distrustful

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Alannah is, above all else, a fierce, hot-blooded and passionate woman. She speaks her mind and acts on her emotions; whether she’s happy or frustrated, everyone around her is likely to know about it. She makes her judgments about people very fast, and tends to stick with them; it’s hard to win her over if she flagged you as annoying, unworthy or unlikeable, and likewise she is immensely loyal to those who command her respect. That being said, she’s not an open book; she keeps secrets and is generally deeply distrustful of the people around her, often unwilling to open up even to those she respects and refusing to show weakness or vulnerability to anyone.
She’s still learning about the modern world, but though there are gaps in her knowledge and her command of the English language can best be described as ‘improving’, she is by no means slow or foolish, and she hates being treated as such, as a certain Serval employee discovered moments after calling her an ‘idiot savage’ thinking she couldn’t understand and moments before being defenestrated, a word she learned later that day. Alannah is possessed of a keen mind that is constantly absorbing information and working to understand the world around her; in particular, she has a great, if often cynical, sense for people, their feelings and motivations and how they may react to certain things.
Habits: Gouging streaks out of objects when she’s annoyed, noticeably sniffing people when she meets them.
Hobbies: Reading the classics – she has a lot of catching up to do.
Fears:

• Being enslaved, having her will taken away
• Being seen as weak or unworthy
• Heights

Likes: 6 minimal

• Fighting
• Hiking
• Revenge
• Schlocky action movies
• Books
• Potato Chips

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Guns
• Being talked down to
• Sugary things
• The last 1500 years of Irish history
• Perfume
• Flying

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Knows how to inspire crowds
• Good at reading people's intentions
• Tracking
• Knows a lot about a very specific place and time in history

Combat Skills:

• Enhanced hand-to-hand combat: With her enhanced strength, reflexes and ability to grow her teeth and nails to long, lethal points, Alannah is a whirlwind of disembowelment in a fight.
• Archery
• Pre-modern military tactics

Medical Issues/Injuries

• N/A

Possessions:

• Clothing, provided by Serval Corp
• Bookshelf, stocked with a list of 100 recommended English language classics.
• ‘Learn English Today! The Complete Set’ DVDs
• iPhone, provided by Serval Corp. No idea how to use it.
• Beaded necklace, keepsake of her mother.
• Her old battle attire, patchwork brown and blue furs
• Composite bow, three full quivers

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History

Why did you join X-Factor?: Serval Industries rescued Alannah from being eternally adrift in time and since then have done their best to help her integrate into this strange new world she’s found herself in, and as a rule they have been very kind and helpful. She has nowhere else to go and nothing else to do, so when Serval offered her the opportunity to work for them, to fight their battles and make a place for herself, she jumped at the chance.

General History: Alannah was born in the northern part of Ireland, though it wasn’t called that at the time, some 1700 years ago. She was born the second of three child, to a small tribe not far from what would one day be Belfast. For most of her life, she had a fairly peaceful childhood, though she chafed under the expectations of her family and her clan, that she would be purchased as a wife by a prosperous young man and live as a mother and a homemaker. At night she dreamt of heroes and of battle, of defeating great foes side by side with Cuchulain, of slaying giants on the causeway, of leading great hosts to war. She begged her father and her older brother to teach her to fight, but they refused, and she turned away suitor after suitor in defiance. Until one day battle came to her, in a way she never would have hoped.

She recognized the invaders from stories, by their shining armor, their red cloaks, and by the flags they bore. They were Romans, servants of an Empire from beyond the seas, lead by a man known as Quirimulus Decimus. They attacked Alannah’s tribe under the cover of darkness, and although they fought bravely, they were no match for the Romans’ numbers or their leader’s sorcerous powers, for light itself swirled around his hands, and many good men fell before him. Allie’s family was slaughtered in front of her eyes, and she was enslaved, brought to the massive Roman war camp on the shore. Her homeland was being invaded: the sorcerous leader of this force had come in search of power and prestige, aiming to conquer it in his name and in the name of Rome and enslave her people. Alannah lived as a slave for a full week before she took a chance and attempted to escape; she was promptly recaptured, and whipped savagely for her disobedience. As the lash fell on her back, she felt her body swell with a fury she had not known before, and full of rage, grief and anguish for what had been taken from her, she lashed out at the Romans around her, slitting their throats with claws she’d never had before and dodging away from their strikes without even knowing she was doing it. She did not know it at the time, but she was an early mutant: not a homo sapien but a homo superior, from long before the phenomenon was common or recognized. She fought her way free and ran into the hills, eventually collapsing from exhaustion on the moors. And when she awoke, her mind was fixed on one thing: vengeance.
For the next year and a half, Alannah travelled the width and breadth of her homeland, seeking allies. Though initially she was ridiculed, a slight girl seeking to lead a warhost, but when she defeated several of her most outspoken critics in single combat, opinions were changed. She drew stalwart followers to her side, and fought back against the invasion. She was not the military leader of the campaign against the Romans, but she was its symbol and its face; she was her people’s She-Wolf, with the power of ancient heroes, and they would have followed her into any battle. Finally, they mounted an assault on the Roman war camp, seeking to drive the invaders from their lands, and Alannah was at the forefront, spilling blood alongside her fellow warriors. Finally, she faced Quirimulus the sorcerer in single combat, and as she ripped into his chest, he cursed her with his dying breath. There was a swirl of magic around her, and everything went dark.
For some time, Alannah drifted in the dark – she could not say for how long. She was floating in nothing, cast out of time, the grey currents of eternity slipping past her, until eventually she was drawn back in. She awoke in a grey room, in a bed softer than any she had ever known, and a woman explained to her in uncertain, unfamiliar Gaelic that she had been adrift in time, but that scientists working on advanced technology at Serval had discovered her and brought her through, some 1700 years from the time she’d disappeared. The revelation numbed her; everyone she had known, everything she had fought for, were long gone and forgotten. She remained at the Serval Company for several months, learning the language and ways of the new world she found herself in, before she was deemed ‘more or less ready’ to serve on the X-Factor.

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Extras

Character Quote: “Speak like I can't hear you and I will rip out your throat with my teeth.”
Theme Song: Soldier, Poet, King – The Oh Hellos
Anything Else: Spider-Man (I know, basic) Jenny

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Relations

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Relations

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Alannah Ó Ceallaigh

"Don't touch me! Why do people in the future touch so much?"

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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🌓Andrew Rossi🌓
"I do not know what Star Trek IS!"
Andrew is tolerable and respectful enough, even if his habit making jokes or references to things she doesn't understand is occasionally irksome.

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🌓Demetria Clarke🌓
"You do not need to ask how things are to me."
Demetria has a soft soul. Alannah has no use for her sympathy, but she's fine.

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💀 John Watts 💀
"I am not a child!"
It's like all the disrespect she faced in her old life and all the arrogance condescension she's dealt with from people in this new time were made manifest and assailable in one extremely punchable face.

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🎆 Belladonna 🎆
"It is good to know the world still has warriors."
Belladonna is a warrior through and through, and her prowess and dedication is something Alannah respects.

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💛 Evelyn Holder 💛
"If I had had this one, I wouldn't have needed an army. Had had? Is that right?"
Eve is good at what she does and talks like Alannah can hear her. Alannah likes her.

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🌓Barbara "Bobbi" Leigh-Anne Hobbes🌓
"I do not give thought to her."
Alannah doesn't understand Bobbi, and that's okay.

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💘 Wesley Martin 💘
"I do not give thought to him, either. Why? Did he speak of me?"
Wesley brings out Alannah's inner awkward teenage girl. She would never, ever admit this to anyone, and would likely react with extreme anger to anyone who mentioned it.

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The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded

At long last! It is done!

She-Wolf

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Alannah Ó Ceallaigh

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Character Summary

Name: Alannah Ó Ceallaigh
Aliases: The She-Wolf, Ally, Crazy Eyes, Captain Ireland (she doesn’t get that one)
Age: 19
Birthday: July 15th, 229 AD
Birth Place: Northern Ireland, not far from modern day Belfast
Gender: Female
Powers/Special Skill Set: Enhanced Reflexes, Sharp Teeth and Claws
Editorial Nickname: The Lass from the Past
Alignment: Chaotic Good
How long have they been with X-Factor?: New member. Been with the team for a few months while acclimating to the modern world.

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Appearance

Height: 6’2”
Weight: 146 lbs
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Red
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Back covered in a tapestry of old whipping scars.
Personal Style: Alannah has a very limited sense of modern fashion. She mostly wears the practical athletic wear, hoodies, t-shirts and jeans that Serval Corp have provided to her as their guest, having been assured that these are the sorts of things one wears. One thing she insists on is warpaint; before going into battle, she paints a long, blue stripe down the right side of her face and onto her neck. She actually does own a few formal dresses, these having been purchased for her as a gift by several Serval corp employees after she displayed interest in a fashion magazine; she would never, ever let anyone else see her in them, but every now and then when she’s alone she’ll put one on and look at herself in the mirror.

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Psychology

Brave * Headstrong * Passionate * Short-tempered * Clever * Distrustful

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Alannah is, above all else, a fierce, hot-blooded and passionate woman. She speaks her mind and acts on her emotions; whether she’s happy or frustrated, everyone around her is likely to know about it. She makes her judgments about people very fast, and tends to stick with them; it’s hard to win her over if she flagged you as annoying, unworthy or unlikeable, and likewise she is immensely loyal to those who command her respect. That being said, she’s not an open book; she keeps secrets and is generally deeply distrustful of the people around her, often unwilling to open up even to those she respects and refusing to show weakness or vulnerability to anyone.
She’s still learning about the modern world, but though there are gaps in her knowledge and her command of the English language can best be described as ‘improving’, she is by no means slow or foolish, and she hates being treated as such, as a certain Serval employee discovered moments after calling her an ‘idiot savage’ thinking she couldn’t understand and moments before being defenestrated, a word she learned later that day. Alannah is possessed of a keen mind that is constantly absorbing information and working to understand the world around her; in particular, she has a great, if often cynical, sense for people, their feelings and motivations and how they may react to certain things.
Habits: Gouging streaks out of objects when she’s annoyed, noticeably sniffing people when she meets them.
Hobbies: Reading the classics – she has a lot of catching up to do.
Fears:

• Being enslaved, having her will taken away
• Being seen as weak or unworthy
• Heights

Likes: 6 minimal

• Fighting
• Hiking
• Revenge
• Schlocky action movies
• Books
• Potato Chips

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Guns
• Being talked down to
• Sugary things
• The last 1500 years of Irish history
• Perfume
• Flying

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Knows how to inspire crowds
• Good at reading people's intentions
• Tracking
• Knows a lot about a very specific place and time in history

Combat Skills:

• Enhanced hand-to-hand combat: With her enhanced strength, reflexes and ability to grow her teeth and nails to long, lethal points, Alannah is a whirlwind of disembowelment in a fight.
• Archery
• Pre-modern military tactics

Medical Issues/Injuries

• N/A

Possessions:

• Clothing, provided by Serval Corp
• Bookshelf, stocked with a list of 100 recommended English language classics.
• ‘Learn English Today! The Complete Set’ DVDs
• iPhone, provided by Serval Corp. No idea how to use it.
• Beaded necklace, keepsake of her mother.
• Her old battle attire, patchwork brown and blue furs
• Composite bow, three full quivers

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History

Why did you join X-Factor?: Serval Industries rescued Alannah from being eternally adrift in time and since then have done their best to help her integrate into this strange new world she’s found herself in, and as a rule they have been very kind and helpful. She has nowhere else to go and nothing else to do, so when Serval offered her the opportunity to work for them, to fight their battles and make a place for herself, she jumped at the chance.

General History: Alannah was born in the northern part of Ireland, though it wasn’t called that at the time, some 1700 years ago. She was born the second of three child, to a small tribe not far from what would one day be Belfast. For most of her life, she had a fairly peaceful childhood, though she chafed under the expectations of her family and her clan, that she would be purchased as a wife by a prosperous young man and live as a mother and a homemaker. At night she dreamt of heroes and of battle, of defeating great foes side by side with Cuchulain, of slaying giants on the causeway, of leading great hosts to war. She begged her father and her older brother to teach her to fight, but they refused, and she turned away suitor after suitor in defiance. Until one day battle came to her, in a way she never would have hoped.

She recognized the invaders from stories, by their shining armor, their red cloaks, and by the flags they bore. They were Romans, servants of an Empire from beyond the seas, lead by a man known as Quirimulus Decimus. They attacked Alannah’s tribe under the cover of darkness, and although they fought bravely, they were no match for the Romans’ numbers or their leader’s sorcerous powers, for light itself swirled around his hands, and many good men fell before him. Allie’s family was slaughtered in front of her eyes, and she was enslaved, brought to the massive Roman war camp on the shore. Her homeland was being invaded: the sorcerous leader of this force had come in search of power and prestige, aiming to conquer it in his name and in the name of Rome and enslave her people. Alannah lived as a slave for a full week before she took a chance and attempted to escape; she was promptly recaptured, and whipped savagely for her disobedience. As the lash fell on her back, she felt her body swell with a fury she had not known before, and full of rage, grief and anguish for what had been taken from her, she lashed out at the Romans around her, slitting their throats with claws she’d never had before and dodging away from their strikes without even knowing she was doing it. She did not know it at the time, but she was an early mutant: not a homo sapien but a homo superior, from long before the phenomenon was common or recognized. She fought her way free and ran into the hills, eventually collapsing from exhaustion on the moors. And when she awoke, her mind was fixed on one thing: vengeance.
For the next year and a half, Alannah travelled the width and breadth of her homeland, seeking allies. Though initially she was ridiculed, a slight girl seeking to lead a warhost, but when she defeated several of her most outspoken critics in single combat, opinions were changed. She drew stalwart followers to her side, and fought back against the invasion. She was not the military leader of the campaign against the Romans, but she was its symbol and its face; she was her people’s She-Wolf, with the power of ancient heroes, and they would have followed her into any battle. Finally, they mounted an assault on the Roman war camp, seeking to drive the invaders from their lands, and Alannah was at the forefront, spilling blood alongside her fellow warriors. Finally, she faced Quirimulus the sorcerer in single combat, and as she ripped into his chest, he cursed her with his dying breath. There was a swirl of magic around her, and everything went dark.
For some time, Alannah drifted in the dark – she could not say for how long. She was floating in nothing, cast out of time, the grey currents of eternity slipping past her, until eventually she was drawn back in. She awoke in a grey room, in a bed softer than any she had ever known, and a woman explained to her in uncertain, unfamiliar Gaelic that she had been adrift in time, but that scientists working on advanced technology at Serval had discovered her and brought her through, some 1700 years from the time she’d disappeared. The revelation numbed her; everyone she had known, everything she had fought for, were long gone and forgotten. She remained at the Serval Company for several months, learning the language and ways of the new world she found herself in, before she was deemed ‘more or less ready’ to serve on the X-Factor.

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Extras

Character Quote: “Speak like I can't hear you and I will rip out your throat with my teeth.”
Theme Song: Soldier, Poet, King – The Oh Hellos
Anything Else: Spider-Man (I know, basic) Jenny

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded

Awesome! I'm already working on a sheet.

Question: Is magic a thing in this world? Not for my character to use, she's a bogstandard mutant, but her backstory would be greatly assisted by the existence of a spell that could, hypothetically, send someone adrift in time.

Uncanny X-Factor

Interested, but I'm curious how much of the lore from the previous RP's it would be necessary to know?

Red Dead Potential: A Western RP

Interested.

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

Jenny

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Jenny had been sitting on the ground around the corner, her eyes shut, when she heard the cane hit the ground nearby. She opened her eyes as the man with the accent spoke, and when she heard what he said, she scrabbled upright in a flash. "Depends what you consider fun," Jenny said, leaning out from behind a shack wall to grin at the British man and the blue-haired girl he had approached. The blue-haired girl was a familiar face; they'd never met, but she seemed tough and hard-done-by, two things Jenny could always respect in a girl. She stepped out fully, hands behind her back and a broad grin on her face, and closed the distance between herself and the pair in two quick strides. "Hi, I'm Jenny, I can't die. I'm guessing you're not from around here." She put on a mock british accent. "'Ow do you know he's a king? E's not covered in shit!"

That much was true; this guy was a good deal cleaner and less worn-out looking than every other person in the compound. Either he was a new arrival, in which case, poor fucker, or he was someone very, very interesting to know. "Because, if you're talking about Monopoly... actually, I would be interested in that, I'm super bored." She tilted her head. "Buuuut, if you were talking about something more interesting, then maybe you'd be interested in talking to the girl who's memorized the guard rotations." Jenny shrugged. It had occured to her, of course, that this might be a setup, that this guy was a plant attempting to suss out rebellious attitude by encouraging false hope, but the thought wasn't enough to dissuade her. What would they do if they discovered she was plotting to escape? Kill her? All they could do was lock her in increasingly smaller boxes, and that was not enough of a threat to keep her from latching onto any chance she could see.

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

Jenny

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Jenny's neck snapped back into place, and she sat upright with a start.

What was she doing? She was in her same shitty room in the same shitty compound, lying on the seedy mattress she had in the corner. How had her neck gotten broken? It wasn't usually this hard to remember after a resurrection, though admittedly the empty bottle in her hand may also have had something to do with the gaps in her memory. She stood up, kicking aside a heap of electronic parts she'd dug out of the trash and left on her bed, and reflected for a moment on how fortunate she was to not have a hangover - a product of the whole 'having just been dead' thing. Maybe that was what had happened: she'd broken her own neck to give herself a forced several hour nap. "Next time, leave a note," she muttered to herself.

Her clothes had no clues either; she was wearing sweatpants and a stained Hello Kitty t-shirt, which suggested little beyond the fact that she hadn't had much to do yesterday (like every day). She quickly changed into a clean shirt, put a beanie on, and stepped out of her hovel into the courtyard of the compound.

"Hey," she called out, not really expecting a response, "Did anyone happen to murder me last night?"

Unsurprisingly, the answer was silence; either her neighbors weren't listening or they were all desensitized to her screaming nonsense at them. Honestly, it was 50/50 either way. Jenny shrugged, running a hand through her hair. Well, it wouldn't be the first time she'd woken up dead with no explanation. Maybe it was a sign that life in this miserable fucking place was taking a toll on her, but she'd done about all the investigating she cared to do.

Jenny turned and began skipping towards the compound's 'plaza', so denoted because it was slightly spacier and marginally cleaner than most of the Freak Slum. Might as well go see who else was around and what they were up to. She glimpsed a peacekeeper standing guard in full uniform on the fence nearby and extended a middle finger in his direction, calling out to him in her sweetest affectation, "Hey, good looking. Wanna come back to my place and strangle me? I bet you woooouuuld!"

He made no sign of having heard her, his eyes fixed ahead, and Jenny giggled as she skipped away.